AN: Okay, I'll keep this fairly brief, since I know most of you don't read my ramblings anyway (although if you'd care to, I'm also Lexiecullen17 on twitter, and I am there quite often).
I first want to thank Lisa89 for her incredible beta'ing on this story. This is her last chapter for me, which makes me want to break down and sob. Unfortunately, she is leaving me to go become a doctor – for reals. And I can't even begin to thank her for her incredible awesomeness and general enthusiasm for Campward. Also, if you haven't been reading her story, A Mzungu Oasis (it's on my favorites), it's nearly complete, and it's an absolute must read.
Speaking of must reads and beta'ing…I'm beta'ing for the lovely Laraisawkward and Yogagal in their collaboration called That's What We Said. Not going to lie, Hackerward is totally mine, but I highly suggest you run over there and experience the hilarity for yourself. If you think I'm funny (okay, I'm so not, I know), you should see what they have to say :)
Other than that, thank you to every single one of you who keeps reading, reviewing, and recommending this nonsense. It's only going to get dirtier from here.
~Bella~
I awoke the next morning with a start. My dreams had been emotional and intense, and when I came to, I was gasping for air and clutching at my covers.
As soon as I became conscious of the room around me, the haunting visions of my dreams disappeared, leaving me confused and drained—my state of mind for the past twelve hours.
The room was oddly quiet for the morning; each one of the girls was still tucked neatly beneath their comforters. My eyes flicked to the huge clock hanging on the wall, and I groaned with the sad realization that I had an hour until Reveille was even called. I closed my eyes and willed myself to fall back asleep, but my mind was too agitated, still sorting through last night's events, to allow that to happen.
Instead, I decided to get out of bed and take a long, hot shower. My hair was in a mess of tangles, and my eyes were red and dry from the remnants of my tears. Stripping down to just my towel, I made my way across the campus to the showers, ready to scrub myself down. I was about to hop into the closest shower when the curtain was pushed open suddenly from the inside, making my heart jump into my throat. Surprised blue eyes met mine, and confusion marred her usually perfect-looking features.
"B?"
"Jesus Christ, R." I gasped as my hand came up to the top of my towel to clutch at my heart. "Give me a heart attack first thing in the morning, why don't you?"
Her eyes narrowed as she took me in. "What in God's name happened? You look a hot mess, hun." She must have been tired, because her southern twang pervaded her words for the first time in a while, and I couldn't help but giggle at its reappearance. "What?" she asked, panicked. "B, you're scaring me a little bit."
"I'm fine, really," I assured her. "There was a, um, misunderstanding last night—"
"I will castrate him," she said menacingly, and for the first time, I was genuinely concerned for Edward's dick, especially since I planned on familiarizing myself with it in the very near future.
"No!" I quickly jumped in to defend him. "He really didn't do anything. In fact…" I trailed off, realizing that I was going to have to tell Rosalie the entire story, despite how idiotic I felt over the whole thing. "Fuck, can we talk about this later?"
Her expression transformed into one of surprise before she leaned back and shook her head. "Uh, yeah, I don't think so. Get in the shower. I'll do my hair while you talk."
I wanted to argue with her, but surprisingly, I wanted to talk it out with someone. As the water cascaded down my body, I let the entire tale of the previous evening spill forth, starting with me getting the card from Maggie's mom and ending with Edward asking me to be his girlfriend.
The more I talked, the guiltier I felt. Why hadn't Edward completely lost his shit? Why didn't he hate me? I would have hated me, had the situation been reversed.
Rosalie wasn't one to hold back, and not surprisingly, she felt similarly. "Wait, so he didn't get mad?" I shook my head. "At all?" I shook my head harder as I got more frustrated with her reaction, despite the fact that I'd been prepared for it. "Hm."
I wrapped my towel around my body tighter and walked across the campus back towards our bunks as she continued to express her disbelief. "I bet he's secretly pissed," she said adamantly.
"You think?"
She shrugged and nodded slightly. "I don't know. Maybe his self-esteem is so low that he didn't care that you ran to Seth just as long as you ran back to him in the end?"
My mouth dropped in horror. "Edward doesn't have low self-esteem."
Rosalie started giggling uncontrollably, so hard that I feared her towel would slip off her body and reveal her naked form to the entire campus, who was now waking up and heading towards breakfast. At my lack of response, Rosalie's laughter slowed. "Oh, you were serious…"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? Edward is the most self-assured person I know. Plus, he's like ridiculously gorgeous." I paused, letting the butterflies in my stomach reappear as I thought of the way his hands had tangled in my hair as he kissed me. "And…my boyfriend."
A warm smile spread across her face as she took me into her arms, holding me in a firm embrace. "You two are going to be great together. Just remember that Seth will most likely be a touchy issue from now on."
She kissed my cheek loudly before pushing me towards my bunk, and she scurried off to get ready in hers.
I entered my bunk and went straight to my closet to find my best pair of underwear. I knew it was stupid, knowing that Edward most likely wasn't going to be seeing them anytime soon, but the dark pink lace gave me confidence and made me feel sexy. Well, Edward did that, too. And imagining him seeing me in the underwear was enough to make me blush from my ears down to my chest.
After I was ready, instead of waiting for my campers as I usually would, I headed into the dining hall early, anxious to set up my table before Edward got there.
Unfortunately, that plan came to a screeching halt when I saw Edward already sitting at his own table.
Way to foil my plans…boyfriend.
The blush that I'd finally gotten to dissipate rekindled at the thought of the word "boyfriend," which didn't go unnoticed. Edward caught my eye nearly as soon as my blush started up again, causing it to deepen. I felt as if my skin were on fire from the way his eyes darkened and his crooked smile widened.
"Hi," I said quietly as I slid onto the small wooden bench at the table next to his.
"Hey." His response was lacking in enthusiasm, and Rosalie's words about his potential anger flooded my mind.
My eyes flashed to his, but I couldn't see any anger. If anything, all I saw was disappointment. Was he disappointed in me? Did he feel like he was settling for me? Panic bubbled inside my stomach, sloshing around like the time I'd tried to eat an entire box of Tagalongs in one sitting. Don't try that…it's not fun. Without thinking over the consequences, I jumped up and slid my ass next to his on the tiny seat.
His eyes lit up again, and I leaned into his side as his arm came around my shoulders. "So, a little bird told me that you had some pretty big news to share with me last night."
"Oh my God!" I smacked my hand to my head, feeling like a complete moron. With everything that had happened last night, I'd completely forgotten that the catalyst for it all was actually something worth sharing. "I'm so sorry I forgot—"
"Bella, it's not a problem. Tell me now." His thumb rubbed up and down my shoulder, and it took all my concentration to focus on telling him the story of Maggie's parents and the valuable contact I'd made rather than purr in delight at the warm sensation it was creating within me. After I'd told him my great news, I felt his lips press into the top of my head and heard a small groan as his nose pressed into my hair. "That's fantastic, Bella."
I pulled back and angled my head upwards to stare him down. "Did you just sniff me?"
"No," he said quickly, conveniently looking around the room at anyone but me.
I snuggled further into his side to hide my smile and gripped the side of his t-shirt. "I'm pretty sure you did."
"I—" He was about to deny it again when he finally caught sight of the wide smile plastered to my face. "Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you?"
His long fingers dug into my side, right below my rib, making me squeal with loud peals of laughter that rang loudly throughout the dining hall. I squirmed and begged him for mercy as he continued to tickle me, but he was relentless in his torture.
As Alice approached, I pleaded with her to save me as I gasped for air, but she just shook her head and smirked at us, saying that she thought I "didn't really want any help."
Traitor.
Edward's tickling ceased suddenly, and I shifted in my seat to wonder what he had stopped for. In the doorway was the saddest-looking Seth I'd ever seen. His hair was a mess and there were dark circles under his eyes…his eyes, which were boring holes into my chest. He made me feel as if I were naked in the middle of the dining hall. Making sure that wasn't the case, I glanced down, and I realized that as I had moved to look at Seth, Edward's hand had somehow shifted to take up residence on one of my tits. I gasped quietly and tried to relish the feeling of Edward's warm hand over my chest, but as soon as I realized what was going on, so did Edward. And just like that, he snatched his hand back and put into his lap.
I wanted to protest as Seth sulked away and tell him that it wasn't what it looked like, but it really was what it looked like. And as guilty as I felt for being somewhat responsible for upsetting Seth, my overwhelming happiness at finally having the boy beside me be mine was enough to compensate for that. It made me feel like a bitch, but I wouldn't have changed anything if it meant not being with Edward. Sad but true.
"Sorry," Edward sputtered, his hands fiddling nervously in his lap. "That wasn't, um, intentional. I wouldn't want to—"
"Edward." My hands covered his in an attempt to quell their awkward fidgeting. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." I pressed down on them in what was meant to be a comforting action, but as Edward shifted suddenly in his seat, I felt movement underneath his hands. My entire body warmed at the realization that my action of comfort had had a completely unintended reaction.
Oh. My. God.
My hands "pulled an Edward" as I snatched them out of his lap and placed them back into mine. Obviously, I knew what a guy's hard-on felt like. I might have been a virgin, but I wasn't completely inexperienced with the opposite sex. Thankfully, camp socials with the boys' camps across the lake had somewhat prepared me—somewhat meaning I'd given two awkward hand jobs and an even more awkward blow job, where Emmett had so kindly found us and interrupted, saving me from deciding whether it was socially acceptable to spit or swallow.
"Motherfucking hell," Edward muttered as he tried to angle his lower body away from me.
I couldn't stop the nervous laughter that spilled from my lips at his reaction. We were both so fucking awkward around one another. At this rate, we wouldn't ever be getting past second base!
"Uh oh," Jake's booming voice cut in. Edward stiffened and shook his head, looking like he had a mild twitch. "If this was her reaction to you asking her out on a date, I lose ten bucks to Emmett."
"Wh-huh?" I turned to look at Jake, who had finally figured out that Edward was trying to tell him something. "You're asking me out?" I flipped back to Edward, who was running a hand through his already-mussed hair.
A loud sigh escaped his mouth as he slumped forward. "Well, yeah, I was going to," he said, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. "We hadn't really worked up to that yet. Goddamn cocksucker ruins everything."
My heart leaped into my throat, causing it to narrow and making my voice inexplicably high-pitched. "He didn't ruin anything. I want to go out with you…obviously."
Edward's eyes shifted nervously, seemingly checking me over to see if I was telling the truth. Satisfied, he nodded stiffly and started rambling. "I figured you wouldn't want to do anything too crazy after last night, so I thought maybe we could just hang out in the shack and watch a movie? I would suggest my room, but Jake hasn't gotten around to buying me new bedding yet, and I know you don't want to lie on that mattress without sheets, even though we did already flip it over and—"
Not wanting to prolong the monologue of epic proportions that Edward was spouting, I simply placed a finger to his lips, effectively shushing him. "That sounds goo-ood." The last word was broken up as Edward placed his hand around my wrist and kissed my finger lightly before intertwining our hands between us.
"Perfect." He smiled, and I tried my very hardest not to swoon and melt into the bench next to him. I got up as campers started swarming the tables, and I grinned when I saw that Jake had already taken the liberty of setting up our table for me. Yes, that boy had some serious groveling to do. Not to me, of course. But I was collateral damage, and if he wanted to include me in his apology to Edward, then I wasn't going to fight it.
I sneaked another peek at Edward before focusing on my campers completely. I knew today was going to feel long, but I could not wait until tonight.
~Seth~
I had always been a good kid. I'd never received a speeding ticket or gotten so drunk that I'd blacked out. I'd done well in school and treated my parents with respect.
But I was this close to punching Edward Cullen's lights out today.
Over the past six weeks, I'd learned a multitude of things about him.
Edward was pretty moody. He had a sour attitude about most things in life and never hesitated to share those feelings.
Edward was highly opinionated. He had a viewpoint on everything, film especially, and he could be the most critical bastard ever.
Edward was focused. He took his job more seriously than most, and it showed in how he handled his classes and the campers.
Edward was incredibly self-conscious and in no way self-assured. He, for some reason, hated nearly everything about himself. I'd never heard him tout his own talent, of which there was a multitude.
Edward was kind of a dick. He wasn't mean, per se, but I was pretty sure that having Jake as a best friend for so many years solidified his place in the dick kingdom.
Today, however, Edward was none of those things. Nope, Edward was unrecognizable. At first, I'd thought that maybe he'd smoked a bowl this morning, but I knew he couldn't have been that unprofessional. But, still…this Edward was a stranger to me.
Instead of being moody, he seemed to have a perma-grin etched across his face. He even laughed and confessed to having a copy on DVD when one of our campers answered that The Godfather: Part III was her favorite sequel. This was absurd in itself because I knew for a fact that Edward had written one of his college term papers on why the film was the most offensive piece of cinema to ever grace the silver screen, and he'd compared the series to his own favorite "Part III" – Star Wars: Return of the Jedi.
He was acting like sunshine and daisies and rainbows and unicorns, and I wasn't going to lie, seeing him like that put me in a funk because I knew what—or rather, who—the source of his excellent mood was. And that really sucked for me.
By the time afternoon rest hour came along, I was ready to off myself, or at least hang out in the shack by myself and watch another depressing movie about a love triangle where the nice guy finished last. I scanned the shelf of the shack, filled with Edward's movies, and I grabbed X-3 without a second thought.
As Edward pushed out his chair, he eyed my movie choice warily.
What? You're the one who owns it in the first place…
"You're not going to go back to your bunk?" he asked.
I shook my head, shuddering at the thought of returning to my room—or my bed—and I put the DVD into the player. "I can't go back there yet…" I trailed off, unsure of why I felt I had to justify myself to him anyway.
Edward's eyes widened in what seemed like understanding before he clasped a large hand to my shoulder. "Dude, did you sleep here last night?"
"I, uh, yeah."
He looked at me with pitying eyes, and I could feel anger bubbling inside my chest. I was exhausted and sore and I just wanted him to leave so that I could watch Jean Gray leave Cyclops for Wolverine in peace. But instead, he gave me a sad smile. I could feel another apology coming on, and I really didn't think I could stomach it, so I was infinitely grateful when my lug of a cousin came barreling through the shack door.
"Hey, bitches! It's Wal Mart time!"
Edward growled slightly and shoved Jake's arm hard. "You bet your ass it is. If you think for one second I'm going to let you give me chlamydia, you are sorely mistaken."
Jake snickered, wiggled his eyebrows, and threw a huge arm around his best friend's shoulders before pulling him close to his side and whispering, "Yeah, you and who else?"
Edward playfully jabbed Jake in the ribs with his elbow, causing Jake to stumble back, clutching his side in mock-pain. I couldn't help but cringe as well. If Jake was making jokes about it, it was 100% official now. Edward and Bella…Bella and Edward. I knew it was going to happen, but nothing could have prepared me for the sinking feeling in my stomach at thinking of them together in Edward's bed.
"Are you guys going to stop fucking around here, or should I turn the volume up?" I snapped.
The two best friends froze as soon as the words were said, leaving them with their mouths open and gaping. "What the fuck is up your ass? Did Edward pass his emo to you? Is it contagious like STDs? Maybe we can all have the clap! No t that I have the clap—"
"Jake!" I was going to lose it. I needed to be left alone to my wallowing, not verbally stabbed over and over. "Please, just leave me alone."
"Uh, okay, man. So you don't want to join us on our Wal Mart run, then?" Jake asked nervously.
"No, not particularly." I sighed and, of course, looked back to the TV screen just as Jean confessed that she loved Wolverine.
"Okay, well, I guess we'll see you later." Jake looked between Edward and me a few times before Edward forcibly pulled Jake from the shack, finally leaving me to my misery.
~Edward~
Today was a great day. I knew that I'd probably pissed off Seth something fierce with my devil-may-care, laid-back attitude. His pissy attitude hadn't gone unnoticed, but I couldn't help myself. I had a date with Bella tonight.
And before then, I got to force my best friend to spend a shitload of money on me. This was a win/win situation.
As soon as we walked through the doors, I dragged Jake straight to the mattress aisle. He looked at me in disbelief.
"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me. I can't afford this shit, Edward! I work as a part-time coach and a camp counselor!"
I smirked and hopped onto one of the beds to test out the softness. I rolled to the side and picked up the price tag. "This one's only three hundred twenty-nine dollars, Jake. And I think I like it the best." I lay back with my arms crossed behind my head and sighed. This was the best present ever.
Jake's face turned all kinds of red, and I swore that steam was about to start coming out of his ears. "Edward, I'm not going to spend a grand replacing your bed stuff."
Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I stared Jake down. I wanted him to see just exactly how serious I was about this. "Well, maybe you should have thought about the repercussions of your actions before fucking my ex-girlfriend in my bed, you self-centered piece of—"
He held up his hand to stop me before flopping down onto the bed next to me. "Okay, I get it. But, honestly, I think this punishment is a little bit harsh. I mean, I'm all for owning up to the consequences of my actions, but we just fucked…I don't see what kinds of repercussions there are to that besides needing to wash your sheets."
All the anger that I'd repressed for Bella's sake last night came flooding forward, and I fucking lost it. "Are you serious? You really don't think there were any consequences besides dirtying up my sheets? Fuck, I wish that was all that had happened. But, no, you didn't stop to think that maybe Bella would stop by the bunk to see me and maybe overhear someone having incredibly loud sex with my ex!"
"Oh, shit," Jake hissed.
"Yeah," I continued. "Oh, shit." I didn't pause to think. I knew I needed to let this all go, and Jake had to know what he had caused. "You want to know why your cousin caught my emo? I'll tell you why." I barreled on, not waiting for a response. "Because Bella did happen to hear you and Emily, only she didn't hear you, so she thought it was me, you dumbass. And do you know what she did in response?" Jake grimaced. He knew what was coming next. "She threw herself at Seth to make herself forget or to get back at me or some bullshit like that."
"Fuck, Edward. I didn't even think—"
"You're right. You didn't think."
"So, did they…" Jake didn't want to finish the end of his sentence, and I couldn't blame him. It still felt like someone was trying to cut through my stomach with a dulled knife at the thought of it.
I sighed, threw my arms down, and stared at the ceiling. "Seth stopped her. I don't know how he found it in him to stop, but he did. He's actually a really good kid. And he's still really fucking upset because you let your cock do the thinking, and he ended up getting hurt in the process. So, yeah, I'd say there were a few more ramifications to your actions than just some dirty sheets."
Jake pushed himself into a sitting position and scratched the back of his neck, finally looking appropriately admonished. He toyed with the price tag in his fingers for a few seconds before turning to me and nodding. "Three hundred twenty-nine dollars?"
"Yeah, three hundred twenty-nine dollars."
"Okay, then." He stood up and stretched his arms over his head before holding out a hand to help me off the mattress. "Let's go find you some sheets and bedding."
It was a shitty apology, but it was the best I was going to get from Jake right now.
* * *
A loud chuckle from behind made me jump slightly as I fluffed my comforter, completing my newly made bed. After dinner was over, I'd made Jake haul my old mattress out and bring the new one, plus my brand-new bed stuff, into my room. I had barely an hour until Taps played. And I was only slightly nervous…
"Oh, man," Jasper snickered. "Only you would buy Transformers bedding."
I stood back and admired it. Yeah, it was dorky as fuck, but I only really needed it for the next six weeks. It wasn't like I was going to take home my new Optimus Prime comforter to snuggle with.
"And a Bumble Bee blanket?" Jasper held up the yellow and black fleece, but I snatched it back and placed it at the foot of the bed.
"For when it's too hot at night for the comforter."
Jasper nodded and raised his eyebrows, clearly mocking me. "Of course, of course. So, does this—" he pointed to my new set up "—mean I should make myself sparse tonight?"
"Uhm…" I hadn't really wanted to bring Bella back to my room after everything that had happened last night, but it seemed like the shack was going to be occupied by Seth for at least a few more days. I didn't want to risk running into him. I mean, I had mad respect for the kid, and it didn't seem particularly nice to flaunt our first date in his face.
Jasper broke out into his usual mega-watt smile and held up his hands. "No worries, my friend. No worries at all. I'm sure Alice and I can find somewhere else to hang out tonight."
I let out a whoosh of air that I hadn't even realized I was holding in. "Thanks, man."
As Jasper got ready for his own evening, I sent a quick text to Bella to let her know that she could come to the bunk as soon as Taps played. And then my nerves skyrocketed.
This was Bella. I shouldn't have been this nervous, but I couldn't calm myself down for the life of me. She was the first person who I'd ever had, well, feelings for—as trite as that sounded. I didn't have time to call Tanya for advice, so instead, I hopped into the shower, which I'd needed to do anyway.
I was halfway through rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when my phone buzzed on the sink counter. Pushing back the curtain, I wiped my hand dry before flipping it open to see who had texted me. The words on the screen did nothing to quell my worries.
first date in your room? …how convenient… see you soon. xo, bella
My cock sprang to life, hardening and making its presence known. I couldn't let her show up to my room with this kind of problem, so to prepare for Bella's impending arrival, I jerked off…twice. I let my hand glide over my soap-covered cock, needing to reign in my sexual desire. Really, I didn't need to pounce on Bella. I wanted tonight to be sweet. It was our first real date.
Toweling off, I headed back into my now-empty room to throw on some clothes. Just as I finished slipping on a pair of clean shorts, there was a soft knock at the door. I peeked my head out the door where Bella was waiting patiently outside and contemplated running back into the bathroom and jerking off again.
Fuck.
She was wearing the same black shorts she had worn that first night out at The Pound, the ones that showed off more of her legs than was mentally healthy for me, and the Batman t-shirt I'd bought her weeks before. It was as if she was marking herself as mine, and my dick really enjoyed that thought.
Our eyes locked, and in that second I realized how ridiculous I must have looked just staring at her instead of opening the door like a normal person.
"Sorry, uh, you don't have to knock." I pulled open the door and reveled in the easy way her arm slid around my waist in greeting.
She let out a small laugh and looked up at me, her eyes glimmering with a multitude of emotions that I was too overwhelmed to sort through. "Actually, I think I do. I learned my lesson last night."
My chin fell to my chest, where my head hung in defeat. She had a legitimate point. I almost growled until I felt a small hand brush against the side of my cheek and another rest against my chest. "Edward, I was kind of kidding."
"Sorry."
She moved my chin so that I couldn't hide from her anymore, forcing me to look back into her worried eyes. "What are you apologizing for?"
"Nothing, I've just been with Seth all day, and he…" At Seth's name, Bella tensed, and I shook my head, trying to clear it of the nonsense. It had been less than a minute into our date, and I'd already made everything more than awkward. Typical. "Never mind. Uh, maybe we should not hang out in the hallway and go into my room?"
She bit her lip to suppress a smile, and tightened her grip on me. "Don't I even get a kiss hello?"
"I, uh…"
Was I brain dead? Words failed to form into sentences as my gaze flickered over her mouth and then back to her eyes.
"Yes?"
I nodded, unable to stop the gravitational pull between my lips and hers. Knowing I needed to keep it short, for fear of jumping her in the middle of the hallway, I counted to five as I kissed her.
1…my lips caressed hers, joining softly as they found the perfect rhythm…2…her tongue pressed against my lips, and who was I to deny her what she wanted?…3…I met her tongue with mine, tasting remnants of mint gum mixed with Chapstick, which caused every inch of my body to lose its inhibitions, lost under her spell…4…my hands gripped her waist tighter, not wanting to let go, but also remembering that in this state of excitement, it wasn't a good idea to have her body pressed against mine…5…I pulled back and finished with one parting kiss.
Breathing heavily, I rested my forehead against hers, happy to hear that she was just as winded after five seconds as I was.
"Hi." She smiled warmly.
"Hi." I took a deep breath and slid my arms down her waist, letting one fall further to grab her hand.
"Better now?" she asked, and I could hear the laughter in her voice. She had no idea of the effect she had on me.
"Much." I tucked her into my side and led her into my room, where she immediately burst into a fit of giggles upon seeing my new bed. I should have been prepared for that…
"Oh my God, Edward," she gasped through her laughter. "You had the choice to buy any bedding, and this is what you got?"
I shifted awkwardly on my feet and stuffed my hands in my pockets. "Uhh, yeah, I guess…I don't know."
Suddenly, she gasped and reached for the fleece before turning to me with excited eyes. "I love Bumble Bee!" And just like that, any awkwardness I'd been feeling magically disappeared. I didn't know what it was about her, but somehow, Bella always managed to make me feel ten times the person I actually was. "So, what are we watching?"
I ran a hand through my hair and tried not to focus on the way Bella's shorts rode up higher as she crossed her legs and scooted back on my bed. As soon as I caught sight of dark pink underwear, I almost had a seizure, and I jumped across the room to my binder of DVDs.
Flicking through, I noticed that all my "quality" movies were in the shack, and my stupid movies, mostly sex comedies, were all I had here. Of course.
Warm hands wrapped around my waist, and I felt her slip underneath my arm to get a peek at the movies. "Oo!" Bella gasped, pointing to the one movie I was praying to God she wouldn't see was there—Zack and Miri Make A Porno. "What about that one? I didn't see it in theaters, and Kevin Smith is kind of my idol."
"You love Kevin Smith?" I was genuinely surprised, although I didn't really know why.
"Um, yeah. Film geek with a potty mouth right here." She pointed to herself and slid the DVD from the binder. "I'm so excited!" She jumped up a little bit as she walked over to the DVD player, and I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. This was like getting to know Bella all over again, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
She quickly pressed play and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she walked back to the bed. With her sitting cross-legged, I could see straight up her shorts. I felt like a dirty, horny old man and tried to avert my eyes again, but they had a mind of their own and continued to stare.
Bella started giggling and scooted back further, getting into position on my bed. She propped herself up against the wall, leaving room for me to slide in next to her, but apparently Bella didn't want that from me. As I took up the space next to her, she looked at me and pouted, her eyes becoming wide and sad.
"What?" I said with a chuckle in my voice. I was thoroughly enjoying Playful Bella.
"Can I lean against you?"
A wide smile broke across my face, and I couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her temple. "Of course."
As soon as she began to move, though, I realized what she meant…and a second too late. Fuck. Bella moved my legs apart and sat herself between them so that she could lean against my chest. Her scent surrounded me, and my arms naturally slipped around her waist. I felt, more than heard, her hum in approval as she placed her hands over mine. Had we been standing up, we'd have looked like a cheesy high school prom photo, but I could have cared less.
Well, for a while.
The first thirty minutes of the movie went really well. I felt Bella relax against my chest, letting her head be completely propped up by my shoulder. I was even impressed at how well we fit together, how natural everything felt.
And then the movie really started. Suddenly, girls were taking off their clothes. My thumbs began to stroke the skin between the hem of Bella's shirt and the top of her shorts slowly, enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath mine. I heard her small sigh/groan and almost lost it. And to make things worse, it happened to be the point in the movie where they filmed their own porno, Star Whores. Now, I really liked brunettes, but there was nothing bad about seeing Elizabeth Banks in a porno-styled Princess Leia costume. My cock definitely felt similarly, but I tried to shift away so as not to alert Bella of its presence.
Unfortunately, my motion had the adverse reaction I needed it to. And instead of moving away, Bella moved closer, pressing her ass directly against my very erect cock. I knew I should fight it, but I couldn't bring myself to. So, when Bella shifted her head to look at me, I couldn't resist leaning down and capturing her lips with my own.
It started off slowly enough where I felt in control. I could do this; I could restrain myself. I let my fingers tangle in her hair, angling her head back so that I could kiss her better.
And then, everything changed.
Bella moaned against my tongue, and my control snapped. I wasn't sure if it was all our pent-up sexual frustration or the porno moaning coming from the television, but I needed her badly.
My hands gripped her waist and helped her turn around to face me. Bella broke away suddenly, panting and on her knees. I had never seen anything sexier…and then I caught a glimpse down her shirt. Her tits were pushed up perfectly and encased by dark pink lace, which matched her underwear.
"Fuck, Bella," I groaned.
She bit on her lip, looking every part the sex kitten with her mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. "What?"
"I thought we were going to go slow." I clenched my eyes shut, trying to get a hold of myself. I wasn't some horny teenager. I could control this.
With my eyes closed, the little devil, formerly known as Bella, took advantage of the situation and climbed into my lap, effectively straddling me and pinning me against the wall. "All our clothes are on, Edward," she whispered into my ear, the hot skin of her cheek brushing against mine far too briefly before retracting again. "We're just kissing. That's okay, right?"
Something in the tone of her voice made me open my eyes, and before she could lock it away, I saw the flash of insecurity there. The girl was fucking straddling me with my boner nearly pressing into her, and she was worried about being rejected again…because I was obviously the biggest fuck-up of a boyfriend ever.
"Yeah, of course it's okay, Bella." Her eyes still held an ounce of doubt, so I did the fucking stupidest thing ever and grabbed her hips, pulling them as close to mine as possible. "It's more than okay."
With that, I grabbed her neck and pulled her into a searing kiss. She whimpered and readjusted herself on my lap, getting more comfortable, all the while never separating herself from my mouth. This was amazing and terrible all at the same time, though. Her adjustment brought my cock right against her crotch, and I could feel the heat seeping through the fabric of her shorts through my jeans.
Oh God, she's so fucking hot. Please, focus on anything but her warm, wet…GAH!
Her fingers ran through my hair, causing my hips to buck up slightly and a loud groan to escape my mouth. My arms roamed her back as she moved her lips against mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth as she grabbed and pulled at my hair. I was impressed that she had already figured out how to elicit deep, reverberating moans from my chest, so my competitive self decided to find out how to reciprocate.
As my hands drifted down to Bella's lower back, her kisses became more passionate, deeper—if that was even possible. I reveled in the sensation of her thighs widening as she ground down onto my burgeoning erection. Taking my chances, knowing I was playing with fire, I let my hands slide over her ass, which I had so thoroughly admired for the past few weeks. At the first ounce of pressure against her gloriousness, the moan I'd been waiting for pushed its way from her chest and against my lips.
Hearing her noises only spurred me on, but knowing that I couldn't take this much further was making my cock start to cry. Literally. It was then that Bella ground her hips into mine, and I lost all semblance of rational thought.
As we continued to kiss, Bella began to rock against me. I was fairly certain, knowing that she was a virgin, that it was unintentional. But it felt so good to get some friction against my sobbing dick that I let it be, and I just gave in and enjoyed it.
Unable to resist, my hands squeezed her ass again, and I moved my own mouth to suck at the skin on her neck, just so that I could be privy to the noise she let out into the room. Accompanied with the overzealous moaning of the fake porno behind us, it sounded like we were doing far more inappropriate things in the room than we actually were. And somehow, my cock wasn't able to distinguish between fiction and reality. In fact, it had a vivid imagination.
As I continued to lick and suck and bite Bella's pale skin, her rocking got harder. It felt so fucking good that even though I knew I should have pumped the brakes, I honestly couldn't bring myself to.
"Edward." My name sounded so fucking hot coming off her tongue. "Feels…so…good," she panted, grinding into me harder. As she continued to pant and mumble incoherently, she took one of my hands from her ass and placed it over her chest. Without any warning whatsoever, I erupted, moaning and letting a massive shudder take over my body.
Realizing what had just happened, I froze completely, along with the movement on top of me. I could feel blood rushing to pool in my cheeks, and it suddenly felt all kinds of hot in my tiny, cramped room. I chanced a glance at Bella, who was still perched on top of me, her mouth forming a tiny 'o' –and, yes, I didn't fail to see the irony in that.
"Did you just—"
"That doesn't usually—"
We both began at the same time, recognizing the moment for what it was.
"Y-you go," she said, incredulous. Yeah, I was pretty disbelieving, too. If I couldn't even keep it together while it was legitimately in my pants, how the hell was I ever going to last when we got past that? I couldn't even think about that right now. Nope, right now I had to explain to my girlfriend that having her writhe on top of me had caused me to blow my load in my pants like some high school kid. I wanted to hit my head against the wall repeatedly. Anything to take away this embarrassment. "Edward?" she questioned nervously.
"Uhm, yeah…that hasn't happened to me since high school…I promise."
Then, the last thing I ever wanted to happen happened—Bella started laughing, and not small chuckles, either, but loud gut-wrenching guffaws. I was in some serious shock. At this rate, my dick was going to shrink and crawl back into itself, running away in shame.
I wasn't sure what my face looked like, but it must have been easy to read because suddenly Bella was smiling. "No, Edward, I'm not laughing at you. Seriously. It's just…that was incredible."
"Incredible?" I scoffed, feeling anything but.
"Mmhmm." She nodded and placed a chaste kiss against my lips. "I'd never really seen someone, um, and you…" Her fingers slid around my neck and scratched at the base of my scalp, automatically making me feel better. I loved the way she just instinctively knew what to do to make that happen. "Was I, um, was it…good?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Bella, you just made me seem like the world's douchiest boyfriend. It was so, what word did you say, good? It was so good that I couldn't even keep it together long enough for you to…"
I trailed off, watching a soft blush color Bella's cheeks as she realized what I was implying.
"Oh, I don't, I mean you don't need to...um…" She tucked her chin into her chest, and I couldn't help but laugh at the notion that the vixen Bella I'd been dealing with moments before had all of a sudden turned into this demure, innocent girl.
"What if I wanted to?" I countered, pulling her chin up.
"Umm…" She looked hesitant, so I did her thinking for her. Grabbing her hands, I placed them on the wall on either side of my head. Seeing the position I'd put her in, her elbows bent slightly, moving her lips to mine again. They met softly, and I had just begun trailing my hand up her silken thigh when the door swung open.
"Whoaaa, shit." Bella leaned back, revealing Jasper, who was swaying on his feet. "Sorrrry, Ed. I thought y'all would have wrapped it up by now. My B, B." He snickered at his own joke.
I couldn't believe this was happening. Bella shifted slightly above me, making my jizz move around in my pants—not the best feeling in the entire world, especially with Jasper now included in the mix.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, my entire room was filled with people. Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, and Jake sauntered in, pretty trashed.
"Heyyy, what's going on in here?" Emmett slurred, pointing at Bella's and my position, which looked fairly compromising.
Bella chuckled lightly and hopped off my lap, moving my jizz around one last time before coming to sit on the edge of the bed next to me.
"Come on, LB!" Alice squealed as she tried to grab my girlfriend and pull her away from me. I put a quick stop to that and wrapped my arms around her waist, keeping her next to me.
"No, stop." I buried my nose into the crook of Bella's neck. "I'm not done with her yet."
Bella twisted around and kissed me loudly on my cheek with a loud squeak before leaning in to whisper in my ear. "You can make that up to me tomorrow…with interest."
"With interest?" I smirked as she pulled away.
"Mhm. Good night, Edward."
"Goodnight, VB." I tested it out, and she turned to me, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Vixen Bella?" She shook her head, but I saw her blush reappear. "What? I'm testing things out."
She waved from the door and with one last wink was dragged out by her two drunken best friends, giggling and gossiping the entire way back to their bunk, I was sure.
"What kind of douchey boyfriend are you?" Emmett asked, pushing my shoulder into the wall. "You don't even get up to walk your girlfriend to the door?"
I grimaced and shifted again, trying to ignore the cooling, drying sensation going on in my boxers. "Uh, she understood that I couldn't really, um…" I couldn't take it anymore, and I moved to get out of bed and clean up. As soon as I tried to adjust my pants, Emmett, Jake, and Jasper all broke out into hysterical laughter.
"Oh my fucking God, has the sky fallen? Edward Cullen came in his pants!"
They all continued mocking me as I got up from my bed, walking carefully to the bathroom. And though it was embarrassing as fuck and I'd probably never hear the end of it, I'd say it was a pretty awesome first date. And I definitely couldn't wait for our second one.
Chapter End Notes: Yeah, you can laugh at him. I think that shit's funny and embarrassing, too.
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Until then…xoxo.