September 21st

The next day, I found myself in Edward's room (coz he invited me over) comparing it to the one I had known all those years ago. Gone were the light blue wallpaper and pirate curtains, to give away to a sensual wave of navy blue decorating his walls. He had Angelina Jolie pinned up on his wall, instead of the Bart "Eat my shorts!" one, posed in her role of Lara Croft: Tomb Raider.

I stopped in my perusal to examine her, taking note of how I once dressed up in khaki shorts and a clingy t-shirt with a fake gun holster strapped on my thigh on Dress as a fictional character day. And how Edward had nearly walked into a trashbin, gawking. At the time I merely assumed he found my get-up ridiculous but now I realised, it was because his dream had come true.

No more Simba Duvet either. Instead it was plain navy linen, reflecting his walls and curtains.

"Sheesh," I said, aware Edward was impassively standing by the door. "Get some color in here."
"First, ground rules," he bargained.
"Ground rules," I agreed, planting my butt on his bed. It was kind of hard to look dignified when the bed bounced me right back up again, and I had to shoot out both hands to prevent myself falling off. There was one thing I desperately wanted to know, perhaps even since the beginning of this tryst, to put my mind at rest. But I sensed now wasn't the time to ask it, even though my conscience was at stake.

"Both of us are doing this for reasons known only to us. You, because you want to...whatever. And me because I want to show Tanya what she's missing."
The smile on my face was harder to maintain now, now that Edward had revealed the true reason he was doing this. What I didn't get was- Tanya was clearly interested in Edward now since she'd worked her way throughout the entire jock population. Why was he still playing hard to get? Being so elusive?

Did boys even play hard-to-get?

"We have to throw ourselves into this," I picked up from where he left off. "Holding hands in public. Making goo-goo faces at each other. Displaying possessive traits when the other is being chatted up."
"And kissing," Edward added. "Don't forget the kissing."

"How could I," I said softly and met his eyes gently over the room, feeling the hum of sexual tension vibrate around us. Edward, now mollified, there would be some tongue action going on, leaned against his bedroom wall and looked utterly spent, utterly approachable and I found myself doing what I promised myself I wouldn't do-

Opening my mouth to ask him a really personal question.

"Edward," I hesitated. "Have you ever...?"
"Have I ever..?" Edward's eyebrows rose high into his hair, they almost disappeared.
"You know..."
"I know?"
"Yeah, you know..." I shrugged my shoulder to implicate the action, although it is well known shrugging has nothing to do with sex. I might as well have formed a O with one fist and insert my index finger, in and out, to convey my unsurety about the situation.

"Clearly, I don't know," Edward exasperatedly sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. A penny dropped then, and I began to look closely at him when I remembered how insistent he'd been when demanding kissing had been part of the deal. He was after Tanya right? Well, I know this sounded stupid, but what if he wanted to practice on me first? So when Tanya started chewing on him, she won't call him out on the inexperienced virgin he was? It all made sense now! I just hoped, I gulped, that he wouldn't expect us to get low and horizontal too, in order to practise fucking Tanya.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" I burst out, sympathetically patting the spot next to me, as if to invite him over.
There was no response from Edward's side, and I looked up clearly expecting him to stand thunderstruck about how quickly I'd caught him out. But Edward was shaking his head, his hand trembling as he began to comb his hair with his fingers even more wildly. "I'm not," he said quietly and my well-disillusioned image of him as a poster boy for abstinence was well and ttuly shattered.

"You're not?" I half shrieked/shouted, having no idea why my voice had just risen by two octaves. I stared at him wide eyes as he brought his face up to meet mine solemnly. Well, there went my theory!
"I lost it two years ago," he began quietly. "And haven't had the time for it since."
"Haven't had the time for sex?" That was a new one. I've never had a boy excuse himself for not hitching his leg over, due to time constraints. Most eighteen year old boys would still be up for it, even if every part of them was bandaged except for their penis. I stared at this de-virginised boy and concluded the only reason why he hadn't made time over these years, was because something traumatic must have happened on his de-flowering. I proceeded to inquire after that affect.

"No, it was fine," Edward shook his head slowly, " Except for the fact I got off before she did, and she threatened to machete my balls if I ever did that again."
"So what happened?" I was all agog, staring up at him with disbelieving ears. But yet I was lapping it up, like little kiddies about Santa Claus.
"Oh after I spent about two hours trying to make her orgasm, she finally did and that was enough for me to get out of there, balls or no balls."

I pursed my lips and did a wincing expression, sharing his pain over this un-named, probably orangutan girl. Everyone knew a way into a man's heart was by his dick. For it to be threatened with bodily harm, Edward would've been lucky to masturbate at all in the two years since.
So Edward was a virgin, really. He heard about sex, he probably laughed about it in the locker room, but come right down to it, and didn't know the pleasures about it at all. Well, neither did I but at least I know your first time's not meant to be like...that.
That didn't mean I was going to sleep with him though.

Let Tanya find out about his past experiences herself!

September 24th

Good news! Rosalie's finally coming round with the idea of her best friend and "best" brother dating. Truth be told, I'm a little bit astonished at how quickly she bought it, having expected more scepticism there or something. But clearly she must think we're absolutely nuts about each other, because she threatened she'd wrench my eyes out, if I ever hurt her brother. The threat would've worked too, if I hadn't heard Rosalie uttering the same threat to her brother, except subbing in "nuts in a vice" instead of eyes.

"Hell," Edward said, wiping the sweat of his forehead as he walked me to class (we'd agreed on that too. Rather hastily, I might add) "That sister of mine deserves to marry the coldest son of a bitch in this world."
I tittered nervously, because all I could think about when he mentioned coldest SOB's...was polar bears.
And bestiality is a topic I'd rather not cover right now.

"Anyways," he said, choosing to wrap an arm around my shoulder. Although I really shouldn't have been, considering he's all sweaty and all, I found myself melting in his warm embrace, lightly lacing a hand through his and placing a tender kiss on his knuckles.
Edward had to clear his throats after that, but not before he gave an appreciative, "nice," into my ear.
This boy was so starved of affection it was clearly tragic.

Although we'd agreed on "kissing" in our ground rules, we hadn't gotten much further than that day I launched myself at him, in the cafeteria. There was so many questions I wanted to ask, like where do we kiss? And how impersonally? Was it with tight, pursed lips? Or welcoming ones a tongue could boogie in?
Instead I found myself staring frustratedly after Edward, the spot where he kissed me on the forehead, burning a hole in my skin.

The way he threw those lips about of his was certainly disarming!

WARNING: NEXT CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN SCENES (WELL, SCENE) OF A SEXUAL NATURE. PLEASE SKIP/OR DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE TOO DISTURBED TO HANDLE.

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