AN: Slow and steady wins the race, right? We're back with another installment. Woot! My plan is to have this story completed by November with —fingers crossed— weekly updates until then. You read that right. That means about 4 or 5 updates until this story is no more. There's still much to come, though, so don't fret quite yet.

Thank you to everyone who has continued to read and recommend and support this story. I love you more than I can say. And thank you to everyone who appreciated my more accurate depiction of losing one's virginity, and apologies to everyone I scared the buhjeezus out of. It gets better…I swear, lol.

Extra cupcakes for my betas lisa89 and lreganb, who fix my stupid typos and tell me when Edward is being a ruh-tard. I flove you.

~Bella~

Over the next three days, three important things happened.

First, Edward and I had sex again, and it was just as painful. Well okay, not quite as painful. But almost. We tried the following day because I had thought I was sufficiently healed. I was wrong. Edward and I agreed to meet during rest hour to continue our "practicing." After twenty minutes of making out and grinding against one another, I decided that I was ready to give it another go. Edward insisted on making me come first, and really, who was I to complain?

FLASHBACK

"Please, Edward," I whined, unabashedly reaching for his erection and placing it at my entrance. "I'm ready."

Gritting his teeth, he hissed and shook his head. "No, I'm not going to be that douche who blows his load in five minutes and leaves his girlfriend hanging."

His hand trailed down my bare stomach until his fingers were just barely pressing on my clit. I could literally feel it ache, my blood pulsing with each of my stuttering heartbeats. His hand remained hovering as his mouth descended on my neck, devouring my skin with his lavish kisses. My hips rocked upwards, trying in vain to get his hand to position itself where I wanted it most.

"Edwarddd," I groaned, and his head popped up, a devilish smile adorning his lips.

"Yes, MB?" he asked innocently.

Knowing I wasn't going to increase the pace of anything, I growled and relaxed back into his Transformers bedding.

He chuckled and finally slipped his fingers between my wet folds, sliding them into me slowly. My toes curled, and I couldn't help the small whimper that escaped my lips.

"That's right," he cooed. "You just relax and let Daddy take care of everything."

"Edward?" I squeaked out as his fingers began moving inside me.

"Hm?"

"Please don't refer to yourself as 'Daddy' ever again," I panted. "It's more than a little creepy. And my dad's a cop, and he'd have your balls in a jar for what you're doing to me right now."

"What am I doing to you right now?" His voice dropped as his fingers curled, and my body tensed, preparing itself for release. Suddenly he was gone, but when he reappeared, his mouth was on my clit, sucking gently. I climaxed immediately, my hands gripping at his hair as he continued to see my through my orgasm.

"My arms can't move," I groaned as his body moved back up mine until his face was hovering over mine again. He smiled widely, clearly proud of himself, and moved my arms to rest around his neck.

"You just rest them right there." His face turned serious. "I'll go slow, okay? And please, just say something if it hurts too much."

I nodded, and he grabbed his already condom-covered cock. How had I missed that one? It must have been rolled on during my post-coital state of oblivion. Just as he had promised, he pushed inside me slowly. But slow or not, I still felt a terrible burning sensation. I must have cringed or made a face because he paused immediately, asking if I was okay.

"It hurts a bit," I admitted.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his face pained with his obvious effort of holding back.

"N-no," I stuttered. "It has to get better, right? I mean, your cock can't just be too big for me can it?" He started chuckling, but the laughter caused him to slip back and forth inside me ever so slightly, causing his chuckles to morph into groans and my chatter into pained hisses.

"Fuck, Bella, I don't want to hurt you. I'll stop."

I shook my head, biting my lip to hold in my cries.

"I should be able to have sex with my boyfriend. I want to have sex with you. Please, just…finish quickly. Are you close?"

"Of course I'm fucking close," he ground out. "My cock is currently inside the most gorgeous girl, who I'm in love with."

"Oh thank God," I breathed. "Please, come for me." Both our eyes widened, surprised by my quasi-dirty talk. And three painful pumps later, Edward finished, his eyes squeezing shut as he grunted my name.

As he called out, the pain started to dissipate, and I wondered if maybe this whole practicing thing wasn't a big sham after all. Maybe we could work up to what I'd heard all the fuss was about.

Rolling off me, he breathed out a soft, "I love you," before utilizing the remainder of rest hour to nap.

Second, I witnessed the most awkward scene of my entire existence, and I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to look at art supplies the same way ever again. I was exhausted and stressed, over-thinking every second of my new physical advances, and I was a little sore, still. So, when Edward asked if I wanted to go back to his bunk with him during rest hour, I politely declined. He claimed that we could just watch a movie, but I knew that one thing would always lead to another, and distancing myself was probably the best move. So, instead of going back to the bunk, I decided I needed a relaxing hour in the Fine Arts room.

FLASHBACK

It had been a while since I'd sat down and drawn something for enjoyment, rather than teaching. And to be honest, putting on some music and losing myself in a sketchpad sounded like sheer bliss. After giving Edward a quick kiss goodbye, I headed from the front porch down the hill to the art shops.

As I approached the Fine Arts room, though, something looked amiss. The shades on the windows were closed, the lights clearly off inside the room, but the door was unlocked. It wasn't unusual for the door to be unlocked during rest hour, as all the campers were required to be in their bunks on campus, rather than roaming the campgrounds, but I was baffled as to why the thick wooden shades would be down and the lights would be off, unless Jasper had closed up the shop for the hour.

Perplexed, I reached for the handle and pushed it open. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for what came next.

In the darkness was a light. Well, several lights, actually. Glowing blobs of pink and yellow and green floated around, seemingly moving through the air in a glow in the dark dance against gravity. Curious, I turned on the lights and immediately wished I'd had the sense to turn them off again.

There, sprawled out over the table, completely naked – with the exception of a short pink tutu – was my best friend. Her arms and back were smeared in paint, flailing and silently dispersing piles of glitter. Behind her, equally naked – with the exception of cowboy boots and a hat – was my other best friend…and yes, his cock was definitely penetrating her from behind. They made no noise, other than the shudder-worthy sound of flesh slapping flesh and heavy breathing. Both their eyes were closed, as if in some meditative trance.

I stood there stunned, unable to move or speak or even comprehend what I was seeing until Alice's eyes conveniently flew open. "LB?" she asked, as if what I were witnessing was completely normal.

At Alice's words, Jasper spoke up, his eyes still firmly shut and his hips still…thrusting. "Al, we've talked about this," he said quietly. "I know you're attracted to her, but we need to have a threesome with someone who doesn't mean anything to either of us."

Alice bit her lip and flushed, ceasing eye contact with me as she let her head hang forward again. That seemed to be my breaking point. It sank in, what I was actually witnessing, and I let out a loud, "Oh my God!" before flicking the lights back off and slamming the door behind me.

Scarred for life, I ran to the shack, hoping to find Edward, but only Seth was inside. He looked at my face with wide eyes and hurriedly pulled out a chair, which I promptly collapsed onto.

"Um, Edward went back to his bunk," he began uncomfortably. "But are you okay?" I grimaced as images of paint and glitter and threesomes flittered through my head. Suddenly, a trashcan appeared at my feet. I looked up, confused. "You looked like you were going to be sick."

I groaned and let my gaze flicker between the black trashcan and Seth's concerned face. "Thanks. I don't think it'll come to that, though."

He nodded and leaned back in his chair. "You're welcome. So…" He trailed off, looking unsure. I knew he'd asked me for time and space, but Seth had become one of my closest friends and my confidante throughout this summer. And right now, I really needed him.

"I walked in on Jasper and Alice having sex!" I blurted out before clapping my hand over my mouth.

And just like that, the tension was broken. Seth's eyes narrowed for a millisecond before closing completely as he let out loud, stomach-clenching laughs. I couldn't help but join in, the sounds of our elated laughter echoing in the small shack.

"Do they have weird sex?" he asked after we'd quieted down, his hand scratching the back of his head. "They look like they'd have weird sex."

"The weirdest!"

I went on to tell Seth about everything I'd seen and heard—the glitter, the paint, the tutu, the cowboy attire, and the threesome talk. He made me pause every few seconds or so, asking me to clarify with more detail but really just asking to make me say it again. Ass. After I'd finished, I realized how much I'd missed him, how much I'd missed our friendship. As the chimes signaling the end of rest hour rang, I became cognizant of the fact that I'd have to return to the scene of the crime and would probably have to talk it out with Jasper. Seth just shook his head and laughed as he helped me up from the chair, which I was now feeling extremely reluctant to leave.

"Hey, Bella?" he interjected softly, catching my attention.

"Yeah?"

"Despite everything—" he took a large breath and a step towards me, his arms crossing over his chest protectively "—I'm really happy for you."

Touched by the sincerity in his voice, I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around his waist, muttering a soft, "Thank you," into his solid chest. Tentative arms patted my back awkwardly before they softened into a warm embrace.

That brought me to today, to the last and most exciting piece of information—a new addition to the staff. But this wasn't any ordinary addition; this was something shocking. Our camp director had so kindly informed us that we had to be on our best behavior and make our new staff member feel welcomed because not only was she coming in with only three weeks left, but she was also his flesh and blood.

Since then, the counselors had been ablaze with gossip about the director's daughter's arrival. I could have cared less but…fresh meat was fresh meat, and every male was up in arms about her impending arrival, including my boyfriend and his best friends.

Their rationale was that they wanted to know if they should take her under their wing or not. I scoffed at their likely excuse. Despite my indifference to the topic, Rosalie had turned into our group spy, using her Southern charm to pry any knowledge of the new girl from our fellow staffers. I'd forgotten that the head swim counselor, Sandy, was the director's sister and therefore our new camper's aunt.

We were all gathered under the trees at my favorite spot, the Adirondack chairs. I was curled against Edward's side, my head resting against his chest, as the rest of my friends bickered and gossiped with excitement.

"So, let me get this straight," Emmett said. "She was class president and valedictorian of an all girls' Catholic prep school?"

Rosalie groaned in frustration. "Yes, Em, that's what I said. Stop being thick."

He chuckled and pulled her from the arm of the chair and into his lap. "I thought you liked that I'm thick." He winked, and the infallible Rosalie blushed. She fucking blushed.

Thank you, God. Because another image of my best friends fucking is exactly what I needed today.

"Emmett," she said in her most warning tone.

He simply chuckled again and pulled her closer. "No, I think it's more like…Emmmmeeettt."

Hearing him moan out his own name was more than enough to have us all break into giggles. And it was enough to remind me that I maybe wanted to try having sex again with Edward today. Maybe.

"So, what I'm hearing," Jake interjected, "is that she's not our type."

"Why?" Jasper asked.

"Well, she went to some snooty prep school and was class president and bullshit. Not really someone I'd want to spend time with."

"Hey now!" Alice cried, leaping up from her seat to punch Jake in the arm. "I resent that! I went to some snooty prep school and you like me just fine." She stuck out her tongue and skipped back to her seat.

"Yeah, she could be your ideal girl, Jake." Edward's voice rumbled against my ear. "You don't know. Think about every schoolgirl movie you've ever seen—Virgin Suicides, Cruel Intentions, Lost and Delirious—they're always the kinkiest sexual deviants. Plus, they come with a uniform."

Jake pondered that for a moment, looking hopeful, before Rosalie spoke up again. "She's going to MIT." At that, his face fell, and we all burst into laughter again.

"What? You have to be a kinky sexual deviant to be in our group of friends?" I asked, sounding much meeker than I'd intended as my eyes flicked to Alice, who looked properly abashed.

Seeing my discomfort, Edward jumped in again. "Well, if you want to be with Jake, then, yes."

As we laughed the chimes rang, and we all began to disperse towards our classes. I linked arms with Edward, who kissed my forehead and whispered, "I miss you."

"I'm right here, Edward."

"Free period…movie in the shack?"

I smiled widely, which he returned, and broke my hold on him. I watched with wistful eyes as he headed down to the shack, leaving me to head into Fine Arts alone.

Jasper was already setting up for our class when I got there, busying himself with preparations, as he'd been doing for the past day and a half. He looked up at me quickly, giving me a half smile before looking back down at his hands and the papers he was distributing.

I didn't know what had gotten into me, but I'd had enough. "Jasper!" I snapped, causing him to stop what he was doing and gape at me instead. "This is ridiculous. Alice is pretending that nothing happened…why can't you? So, I walked in on you guys. It was an accident, and I've totally forgotten about it already. Fine?"

His blank stare contorted into one of confusion and then of horror. "Wait, what? You walked in on me and Alice? When?" His voice was flustered, and his hands were flailing wildly, unfortunately reminding me of the scene I'd walked in on.

Uh…oops.

"You've been all weird for the past day. I just assumed that was why…because of all the weirdness and kinkery and, oh God, I'm so sorry."

"I…" Jasper paused and sat down on the closest bench, shaking his head from side to side. "I can explain?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, I really don't want to know. Honestly."

"Okay, good." His breath whooshed out of him, and I thought he was going to pass out from nerves. So, if that wasn't been the reason for his awkward/avoidy behavior, what was?

I had to know. "So, wait. Why have you been acting like a weirdo?"

"I think I peer pressured you into having sex." His words came out as one big jumble of sounds, and it took me a good ten seconds to comprehend what he had said. When the flash of awareness crossed my face, he continued. "I pushed you into something you weren't ready for, and then you got hurt. What kind of friend does that? I'm an ass."

"Wait, what?"

He sighed and rested his head in his hands, leaning forward on the table with his elbows. "I saw you. And then I heard you had to go to the infirmary. And I just feel really guilty."

I didn't know what to say. There was nothing I really could say. "Jasper, you didn't peer pressure me into anything. What happened was inevitable, and it was going to happen with or without your influence. Don't feel guilty…at all."

With a curt nod from Jasper, I could tell that the discussion was closed. I only hoped that he was able to see that I meant what I said. I couldn't believe he felt guilty. Who did that? I mean, Edward barely felt guilty, and he had to see me cringe whenever he stuck his dick in me. Too graphic?

The pitter patter of little campers pulled me from my pondering, and I was able to immerse myself into teaching for the next few hours, excited for my afternoon date with Edward.

~Edward~

I smiled as the door swung open, and I let my rolly chair angle towards the noise, revealing a grinning Bella. Her hair was falling out of a messy bun, dark tendrils curling around her ears, and her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes fell closed as she breathed in deeply, savoring the cool air-conditioned breeze.

"Hey," I greeted her softly.

Her eyes fluttered back open and locked onto mine. In a sudden leap, Bella flung herself onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine and her arms perched on my shoulders. Her tongue snaked out for a millisecond, wetting her bottom lip, before retreating into her mouth and being replaced by her front tooth.

I groaned as my cock hardened beneath her. She had no idea how much that drove me crazy. Her eyes flicked down, and a satisfied smirk tried to spread across her face.

"Why, hello to you, too," she said, barely containing her giggles.

I loved seeing her this lighthearted. After the week we'd had, I needed to put more smiles on her face. No more crying, no more sighing, and no more cringing. That was the worst.

Egging her on, my fingertips crept across her waist, digging into her soft flesh and causing her giggles to erupt. My plan backfired, though, because it also caused her to squirm like a fish out of water directly on top of my new boner. Um, ouch—and more, please.

"Fuck, Bella," I groaned, the tone of my voice ceasing her movements immediately. Her head tilted back before coming closer, her lips joining with mine. "Mmm," I hummed, pleased that her lips were back on mine. This was the way we should always be.

Her mouth opened slightly, and I allowed myself the privilege of exploring her mouth with my tongue, savoring her taste. Her tongue pressed back, melding with mine in a torturously slow dance.

My hands moved from her waist to her thighs, making sure she wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't. Even when our lips parted and she pulled back, Bella kept her fingers in my hair, her nails scratching lightly on the back of my scalp.

"So, what are we going to watch?"

"Not sure. What are you in the mood for?"

I leaned to the side and pulled out another binder of DVDs I had lurking in the shack, letting her browse through her options.

"Comedy?" I asked as she passed my collection of Will Ferrell, Adam Sandler, and Ben Stiller movies.

She shook her head and continued flipping. "Superhero or epic blockbusters?" I let my hand inch up her thigh, and she paused before glaring at me and turning back. I held my hands up in defeat, letting her pick the film, before bringing them back down to trace small circles on her knees.

After what seemed like a year, she removed a DVD from the binder and pushed it into the computer. As the previews rolled, Bella got up, crossed the room, and pressed the circular lock in the middle of the doorknob.

"Something you don't want disturbed?" I prodded as she returned to hover over my still-sitting form.

"Get up, you lazy ass," she commanded, grabbing my hands and pulling me from the rolly chair.

"I'm not lazy," I whined. "And you're sassy today." She snorted and moved us to the long bench that faced the screen. She positioned me just so, and soon she was sitting between my legs and leaning against my chest, reclining comfortably. My girl definitely knew her way around the shack; that was for sure.

"Really?" I snorted, trying to contain my own chuckles by pressing my lips into her hair. "This is what you wanted to watch?"

I took in the DVD main menu screen, laughing at what Bella had decided she wanted us to watch this afternoon. We obviously wouldn't be able to get through the entire thing, seeing as we only had an hour until dinner, but I still couldn't believe it.

My little movie snob wanted to watch… "Titanic?" I gasped. "Seriously?"

She looked up at me with a small frown, and I finally lost it. Raucous laughter spilled from my lips, our chests heaving at the movement of my guffaws.

"Stop laughing at me," she pouted.

"I'm sorry," I said, calming down. "It's just, we don't exactly have three hours to kill, you know?"

She snapped her head back towards the screen and grabbed the tiny remote to press play. "I know, but the first part is the only good part anyway. The boat sinks for two hours. Plus, I want to watch Leo get naked."

"But Leo doesn't get naked. Kate does." I pulled on her ponytail and kissed her temple lightly, emphasizing my joke.

"Stop mocking me, douche. You're the one who owns it on DVD." Her tone was serious, but her face told me everything I needed to know. Her smile could barely be contained, and I couldn't resist leaning down and capturing her lips once more, eradicating her silly smirk.

As we continued to kiss, my hands wandered, losing control. Seizing the opportunity, they ran under her shirt and pushed it up as far as it could, making it bunch around her ribs until we were kind of stuck. She broke away, breathing heavily, and lifted the shirt over her head, revealing a light blue lace bra. Yeah, that was going to come off any second now.

She looked over her shoulder at the screen, which was displaying Kate Winslet's large white hat, before looking back at me pleadingly. "But…the movie?"

I shrugged. "I own it, remember?"

Her smirk returned as she stood and shimmied out of her shorts, allowing me to take in her matching underwear. Good lord, my girlfriend was all kinds of hot. And she loved movies. And she loved me. How had I ever gotten this lucky? I really didn't know.

Don't think you have it all, a nagging voice in the back of my head taunted. The summer is over in two and a half weeks, and then she'll be a coast away.

I politely told my conscience to fuck off and returned to ogling Bella. She had now returned and was straddling the bench, facing me and pushing my own shirt over my head. My arms rose up, and soon the white fabric was on the floor in a pile with hers. My hands snatched her waist and pulled her as close as the small corner of the room would allow. I was about to unhook her bra and get this party really started when I saw something that stopped me.

A vague look of discomfort flickered in Bella's dark eyes, and it gave me enough reason for pause.

"Hey," I whispered, my hands rubbing small circles into the warm skin of her back, my thumbs pressing into the grooves between her vertebrae. "Are you okay?" She nodded, but she still looked worried about something. "We don't have to do—"

"How many people have you had sex with in the shack?" She cut me off with her rapid-fire question.

Wh-huh?

I hadn't been expecting that one.

"Huh?"

Pulling back, Bella crossed her arms across her chest and started to lower her chin. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I assumed it probably wasn't good. But, seriously, what kind of question was that? Some kind of trick girl question, I assumed.

My finger reached out, tilting her head back towards mine. I needed to look into her eyes, but they were clouded with hurt. And since my dick wasn't currently penetrating her, I could only assume the hurt wasn't physical but emotional. Fuck, I was so out of my element.

"I just want to know how many other girls have been in this spot…"

"No one," I answered honestly.

"You don't have to lie to me."

"MB, I'm not lying. No other girls have ever been in the spot you're in, because I've never been in love with anyone but you. I don't think you're grasping the gravity of that. Sure, there have been others in the shack, but do you really want to hear about the girls that meant nothing to me?"

She looked like she was about to respond, so I continued, not letting her get a word in edgewise.

"No, you don't. And as bad as it makes me sound, I don't remember them anyway. But I know I'm going to remember every second of everything we do together. Trust me, everything has already been branded into my mind. Every hug, every smile, every kiss. Fuck, Bella, please don't make me continue because I'm starting to sound like the biggest pussy known to man. Just…" I sighed and squeezed my eyes closed, my body still tense with the weight of my exasperation.

Soft lips pressed against mine tentatively, and dainty hands trailed up my stomach and across my shoulders to rest at the nape of my neck. They tugged me closer, and I relaxed into them, unable to resist. A breathy sigh escaped her lips, and I let my eyes open slightly. Her brown eyes were already wide and fixed on mine, and I couldn't help but to break away and grin.

"Do you always do that?"

A blush spread over her chest and up her neck as she grumbled a small, "Maybe?"

"It's kind of creepy," I laughed. She frowned again and punched her small fist against my chest. "Owww, " I exclaimed, dramatically clutching at her hand, not letting her escape.

"You're a dick."

I leaned in, my lips brushing over her bare shoulder, trailing soft kisses up her neck to just below her ear. "To be fair, I did warn you about that."

Her breath came out shakily, and her fingers twined themselves in my hair, keeping me close, as she reclined, lying down on the narrow bench. In this position, I could hover over her and appreciate the view, her dark hair spilling over the bright green lacquered wood, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her excitement.

"I love you." The words tumbled out of my mouth, completely unprompted, and I was rewarded with a quick kiss and a broad smile.

"I know." She bit her lip again, looking deep in thought before she commanded me to remove her underwear. Like I was going to fight her on that.

The bra unhooked easily, her tits free of their lacy confines and available for my viewing pleasure within seconds. I leaned down and kissed between them softly and moved my hands to her hips. As I began pulling the scraps of blue lace down her legs, I wondered why she had brought such seductive undergarments to camp in the first place. Did all girls wear such uncomfortable-looking undies on a day-to-day basis? It was bad to be thinking about it, but I didn't think the other girls I'd hooked up with at camp had worn more than plain and comfortable cotton ones.

"What?" she asked, bringing her hands down to help me remove the garment in question.

"Did you bring this underwear to camp with you?"

She chuckled uncomfortably and lifted her hips. "Um, no."

"No?" My ears perked up. Did that mean this underwear was for my benefit?

"Rosalie and I went shopping for them at the beginning of the summer. She said I needed some, uh, power panties." I raised my eyebrow in question. "You know, for confidence purposes?"

"For seduction purposes?" I clarified.

"No," she grumbled, raising one knee to pull her leg through the lace. I pulled it over her foot, and she kicked it to the side.

"Don't knock the power panties, MB. I mean, they worked, didn't they?" I grinned, moving my mouth from her cleavage, and kissed down her stomach, loving the way her hands automatically latched themselves into my hair. "I should really thank Rosalie." My words were mumbled, muffled by her skin, still warm and tan from being exposed during Special Day.

"I like to think it was more me than the p—"

As my tongue snaked out to lick her clit, her words cut off, morphing into the breathy moans and groans I loved so much.

"Ung, Edward…" My fingers trailed up and down her inner thighs, widening them as my tongue continued to lick and explore. Her walls clenched down, getting closer to her climax. "W-wait!" Bella cried, tugging at my hair.

"What?" I stopped and glanced up at her. She was breathing hard, her face pink and glistening with sweat.

"Take off your shorts." I must not have been responsive at all because Bella continued, pushing herself up into a sitting position, still straddling the bench. "Now, please."

Yes, ma'am.

Without further ado, I lifted my own hips and removed my shorts and boxers. I figured she hadn't specified their removal yet, but they weren't going to be on much longer anyway.

"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes darkening as she perused my naked body. I'd never been particularly confident in it; I was a skinny white boy, you know? But the way Bella looked at me, I felt as built as Hugh Jackman or as ripped as Ryan Reynolds. She made me feel invincible.

Her hand reached out and grasped the base of my hardened cock, and I groaned and let my head fall back, relishing the warmth spreading throughout my body. Suddenly, the mild heat was replaced by a blazing inferno as Bella guided me inside her, completely naked.

"W-wait!" I stuttered, my eyes flying open and my head snapping forward. "N-no condom!"

"It's fine," she groaned, continuing to lower herself onto my lap, her eyes shut tightly in either bliss or pain—I couldn't tell yet. "Pill."

The sensations were too overwhelming. I felt like I was being encased in fire, sparks traveling so fast that I could nearly feel a current running through me. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the backs of Bella's thighs rest on the tops of mine. She opened her bright eyes and smiled, throwing her arms around my neck, pulling our chests flush against one another.

"Yessss," she hissed.

I would have laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of her excitement, had she not rocked her hips forward, effectively changing my laughter into a low, "Fuuuuck."

My hands gripped at Bella's waist as her hold around my neck tightened. Fucking finally, this felt right. Her mouth pressed against my shoulder, her hot breaths sinking into my skin. There was no way her noises could have been mistaken for anything but pleasure, and I reveled in the fact that we could do this. I wasn't going to say anything, but there'd been a part of me that feared that maybe Bella and I just weren't sexually compatible. I should have known that—like everything else in my life that worked right—Bella just needed to steer the way.

Her hips rocked slowly, every movement calculated; I could almost feel her thought process behind it. But, it worked.

My mouth moved to her neck, my teeth scraping against the soft curve, causing her to moan out another, "Yesss," and I let my hands roam the wide expanse of her back, coming to rest at her hair. I tugged at it, and she got the idea pretty quickly, diving in to capture my lips with hers.

As her rocking picked up its pace, our kisses morphed back into heavy breaths, almost panting into one another's mouths. It was the most connected I'd ever felt to anyone in my entire life. Had I not been completely ready to explode, I would have lived in that moment forever.

But I was wrong. Because nothing, nothing, compared to seeing Bella climax on top of me, my cock still hard inside her. Although she'd been vocal throughout the entire thing, as she clenched down, she was completely silent—her eyes were shut and her front tooth bit down forcefully into her bottom lip. The only noises were the ones escaping from my mouth as she shuddered and pulled at my hair. Unable to watch and feel and listen and keep going, I exploded, my own orgasm wracking through my entire body.

Spent, I sagged against the wall behind me, allowing Bella to relax on top of me.

"Wow."

"Mhm," she mumbled, bringing her hands from around my neck to wrap around my waist.

I chuckled. "Just 'mhm?'"

"Edward," she whispered, "you've rendered me completely speechless. We had sex not only so it didn't hurt me, but I actually just came all over you and probably your thighs and this bench. Let it go, okay?"

The pads of my fingers stroked at her clammy skin, pushing her hair away from her forehead. "You don't sound too speechless to me. Maybe I should work harder next time."

"Mhm." A small smile appeared on her lips. "You do that."

"So who came up with the name Titanic? You, Bruce?" The dialogue from the speakers caught my attention in the new quiet of the room. "Yes. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury, and safety…"

Chuckling, I cut in. "Sheer size, hmm? Maybe you should start calling my dick The Titanic."

Bella looked up, pushing away from my chest, and burst into a fit of giggles. "I'm not naming your dick anything, Edward," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because we're not Alice and Jasper, and I don't want to be wearing a tutu and throwing handfuls of glitter as you paint me."

"Fair point." I leaned in and kissed her temple. However, that wasn't enough for Bella because she moved her head, angling her lips towards mine. Just as I felt myself hardening within her again, I heard the vaguest sounds of chimes in the distance. We both froze.

"Was that…?"

"SHIT!" we cried out simultaneously. As she hopped off my lap, though, we made a mess, the remnants of our—okay, mostly mine—climaxes seeping onto the bench and onto the floor a bit.

Panicked, her eyes darted around the room, searching for something to clean up with. Luckily, I had just cleaned a few rags to wipe the computer monitors with. I stood and reached one from the top shelf and handed it to Bella, who accepted it graciously.

"I think we need to invest in an alarm or something," she commented as she finished cleaning herself up and stepped back into her underwear.

I agreed and grabbed some monitor cleaner and another rag to wipe up whatever was left on the bench and floor. At least the lacquered paint made clean-up easy enough.

Just as I began reaching for my discarded boxers and shorts, I heard a key in the lock.

FUCK. The only person who has a key to this room is…

"SETH!" Bella shouted out loudly, scrambling to clasp her bra, but her fingers were so frantic that she kept fumbling. "WAIT! If you value your life, you will not open that door right now!"

The movement in the lock stopped, and I heard Seth respond with a confused, "Okay." He continued chattering, and I wondered how many campers were actually standing outside that door with me fully naked at the moment.

"Edward!" Bella snapped, refocusing my attention on the task at hand—getting redressed.

Grinning, I stepped back into my bottoms and tossed my shirt on quickly. Bella was still having difficulties with her bra, so I decided it would be most chivalrous to help her out. I calmly moved her frantic hands away and clasped the bra for her before lifting her hair to the side and pressing a soft kiss to her neck. My grin widened as she shivered.

"Thanks," she grumbled, not bothering to turn around before pulling on her shorts and t-shirt.

"The Titanic and I are very welcome." I leaned over and turned the movie off as she finished fixing herself, tying her hair up into the same messy bun it had been in when she arrived.

"Dick."

I shook my head. "Titanic."

Scowling, she pushed by me, and I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her once more.

"Cheater," she mumbled against my lips.

"Mhm." Still holding onto her, I leaned over and unlocked the door, pushing it open for Seth and sme random girl I'd never seen before. In fact, there were no campers to be seen anywhere.

Seth shifted awkwardly and shrugged apologetically. "Hey, sorry, guys. I didn't think anyone would be down here, since we don't have class next period." So that explained the lack of campers. "This is, um, Riley," I glanced at Bella, who also clearly had no idea who the girl was. "Director Biers' daughter?"

OHHHH.

This was the infamous daughter. I took a second to really size her up. She was taller than I thought she'd be. If I had to guess, I'd say around 5'9" with long legs, showcased by a short jean skirt. She was skinny, but muscular—maybe an athlete of some sort? Her long blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and her light brown eyes flickered uncomfortably as she stood in the doorway.

"Right," I said. "Of course. It's really nice to meet you. I'm Edward." I was starting to stretch out my hand as she began to walk into the shack to greet her properly when Bella attached herself to my side, lacing her fingers with mine.

"And I'm Bella."

She was smiling and her tone was light and friendly, but the message was clear. Mine. I wanted to tell her "down, kitty cat," or something, but I couldn't bring myself to clear the air. Jealous Bella was hot.

Turns out I didn't need to. All of a sudden, Seth wrinkled his nose and looked down, red-faced. "Uh, guys? It smells like sex in here."

Horrified, Bella tucked her head into my side before glancing nervously at Seth. "No it doesn't. Does it?"

Riley smiled and tipped her head back in laughter. "It does, actually. It really does. Don't worry," she said with a shrug. "I promise we won't tell anyone."

She walked further into the room and grabbed a random film encyclopedia we had on the shelf and backtracked to the door, propping it open.

"Do you have a fan?" she asked.

Seth nodded and grabbed the small fan we had underneath the computer. She smirked, opened the one small window and placed the fan in front of it.

"We'll have this place aired out before campers come tonight," she said with a wave of her hand.

"Uhh, thanks," Bella said, nodding appreciatively.

"Not a problem. I used to have to do this in my dorm all the time, so my roommate wouldn't get all tattle tale on me."

Seth's cheeks reddened further as he sputtered, "I thought you went to an all girls' school," to which she replied coolly, "I did."

I let out a loud guffaw, and my hand was in the air before I could even stop it. Riley smiled wickedly and slapped it as I let out a low, "Niiiice."

"Whoa," Seth mumbled under his breath, but Riley definitely heard and flashed him a bright smile. I could definitely see what was happening there, and I felt very good about it. I thought this chick might possibly be pretty awesome.

"Hey, MB, uhh…" I grabbed Bella's elbow and her pulled her closer to the door. She looked at me with confusion, so I continued. "I need to show you something in the counselor lounge."

"What?"

"Uhh…" I wracked my brain for something, anything to say. "Handcuffs."

Bella did a double take. "What?"

I wanted to pound my head on the nearest flat surface. Why was that the only thing that came to mind? Riley laughed loudly and Seth scoffed, clearly embarrassed. "Yeah, I stole them from the costume room and I put them in my mailbox, and I thought we could go back to my room and—"

Suddenly, Bella's hand flew to my mouth, covering it before I could continue with my nervous rambling. Thank God I had the good sense never to try improv. I clearly sucked at it.

"I'm sorry," Bella replied. "He's obviously not feeling well."

"You must have fucked all the sense out of him," Riley quipped. "But he's obviously begging for more. Go have fun, you two." She shooed us off with a large flailing gesture. "It was nice meeting you. Bella…Edward."

I grabbed Bella's hand and made a break for it, hightailing it for the Adirondack chairs. As soon as we were out of earshot, she shoved my shoulder hard enough for me to stumble slightly up the hill.

"Are you serious?" she gaped. "Handcuffs?"

"It was the only thing I could think of! I'm sorry." Bella sighed, silently accepting my apology. So I decided to push it further. "But you have to admit it. I was right."

Bella stared at me blankly.

"About Riley? The director's daughter? Total repressed schoolgirl sex freak. I hope she and Seth are very happy together. I see the shack getting a lot of action in the next two weeks."

She finally let out a low chuckle and smiled. "You think she and Seth…"

"Why do you think I made up some random excuse for us to get out of there?"

Finally having approached the chairs, she pulled us down into one, cuddling close. The sun was just starting to set, the clouds tinted with pinks and oranges, and I felt at peace. It was silly, but I felt accomplished. Bella and I had overcome our final hurdle. Well, except for…no, I wasn't going there right now.

We sat in quiet, watching the sun move across the lake, perfectly content, until our friends finished their classes and bombarded us.

"I think," Emmett began, "these chairs are our Cheers. If they could talk, they'd definitely know our names."

Rosalie glared at him like he was crazy, and Jasper snickered. "Sorry, I just got a visual of talking chairs."

Alice paused and looked into Jasper's eyes curiously. "Are you high?"

"What?" He frowned, smacking away her hands, which were trying to pry at his eyes. "No. Don't be ridiculous. I'd share with you, I promise."

Alice nodded, satisfied, and the grin on my face expanded further. Today was a good day. This was what summers were supposed to be like.

"What are you smiling at?" Bella asked, gazing up at me through her thick lashes.

"Nothing. Just feeling like the king of the world."

"You're incorrigible," she reprimanded, trying to sound stern as she nudged my ribs.

As our friends continued to bicker, I sat back and watched, reveling in the perfection of the moment. That was what I had to do, live in the now. I couldn't think about tomorrow or two weeks from now. All I could do was enjoy what was left of the summer. And although the nagging voice in the back of my head told me that I was being unrealistic and foolish, I ignored it. If I didn't want to drive myself crazy, I'd have to.

Chapter End Notes:

Campward had this PSA for you all. It's my fault (not his) that they watched Titanic. He doesn't even remember buying the DVD (likely story). But alas, it's true. I loved Titanic. I saw it six times in the theater…I was ten years old when it came out, cut me some slack, okay?

Okay, hopefully I will see you all next week! Have I mentioned my love for you? Because it is potent and all consuming. I love hearing from you. xoxo.