September 16th
That night I have an...interesting dream.
I'm not much of a dreamer, and when I have dreamt in the past, it's always something frivolous like being aboard a pirate ship and command of a thirty-strong fleet.
"Pretty Polly. Pretty polly," my parrot will chirp, wayward on my shoulder. And my thirty strong fleet will agree, cheering into the night and throwing hats, ropes, whatever they could find into the air.
So it was kind of a shock, when on this particular night, my dream seemed to have fast fowarded a couple of centuries, and I found myself sitting beside Edward in his bedroom. What was weird though, was that even though Edward looked every bit his eighteen year old self, his room looked exactly like it did seven years ago, when I'd last been in his bedroom. The walls were painted a light blue, and the stripy curtains had ships and pirates and harpoons sewn onto them.
A poster of Bart with the speech bubble "Eat my shorts!" hung over his single bed, with a Simba quilted duvet from the Lion King, hung half off the floor.
"Soooo..." I drew out, twisting my hands awkwardly. "Nice room."
"Thanks." His answer was brief.
I fished around in my brain to say something exciting or promising, or at least jump-start this conversation. My mind was a horrendous blank.
"Do you bring many girls up here?"
"Just you."
"Ohhh..." I nodded in an understanding way, or at least I hoped it looked that way. "So you go over to their rooms? Smart. But risky."
"I can bring girls into my room, if I want too," he raised a challenging eyebrow and gestured towards me. "Exhibit number one."
"Yeah," I accepted his challenge, "But we're not doing anything...incriminating. What would you do if your mother walked in on you in a compromising position?"
"That will never happen."
"Oh yeah?" Suddenly the mood of the room changed, I felt liked I had a point to prove when I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to where Edward was sitting. My dominatrix wouldn't let him budge, as I straddled him, making sure I sat over his cock comfortably and it twitched in response.
"Yeah," Edward breathed, his eyes heavy-lidded. My fingers luxuriously began running through his browny hair, as I threw my head back and shafted foward, riding his cock with ease.
He had a full blown erection now.
Edward must have felt pretty desperate, when he awkwardly bent his foward, and began suckling on my nipple, cloth and all. My nipple had been puckered during the cold, so to feel his hot mouth around it, felt like heaven. My other nipple was beginning to feel severely left out, when he released the current one with a pop! and went on to suckle the neglected one. To show he'd been a good boy, I began riding him even faster, essentially dry humping him over our clothes.
His erection felt thick and exciting, like the scariest roller coaster in the world without any adult supervision. I wanted to ride the god-damn thing and get it done and over with.
But I also wanted to feel in control.
"Come on, baby," I eased Edward on his back and kissed him, long, hard and eagar.
Seeing The Lion King duvet stretched out underneath him, created a paradox between childhood and sex. I wanted to take his virginity on the bed he once slept as a child, erase all those fruitless slumbers, with this- hard, hot passion. Everytime he lay down, I wanted him to feel me, riding him like a darn cowgirl and his cock to tighten in anticipation.
My t-shirt came of quickly, and my bra one step behind.
And then everything started to happen in slow-motion. As I threw my bra into the far recesses of the room, nearly knocking over a scooby-doo lampshade, footsteps started sounding outside Edward's bedroom door.
Topless and vulnerable, I was sat on top of Edward's cock like a protective dragon over it's eggs.
And then the door handle started rattling, louder and louder, until the door couldn't take it any more and it burst open, leaving Mrs Cullen to step over the threshold.
"YOU!" she howled when she saw me defiling her son. I'd never seen her look so mean or crazed. She looked like she wanted to rip me from the bed, and drag me all the way downstairs by the roots of my hairs. Oh my god, I repeated. Oh my god. Please save me. NOW.
Time clicked back to normality. With a desperate shriek, I reached for the Simba duvet to cover what was left of my modesty, and ended up falling off the bed instead.
I caught Edward's startled expression, Mrs Cullen's thunderous one, before I collided with the floor and shot out of bed at the same time.
How am I ever gonna face Edward again?
Folks, if you couldn't handle this then there's no point going forward.
Not that the entire fic is going to be a smut-fest but there are more...intimate scenes coming up and I don't do mollycoddling.