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Chapter 6

Bella grinned to herself as she opened the front door the next morning. When she put down her purchases at the breakfast bar, she couldn't help but chuckle at her impulsiveness. Okay, she was feeling proud of it, actually. She was rarely impulsive. She was more of a planner, and her over thinking was on another level entirely. But today she had done something spontaneous. Instead of buying food supplies, she bought...Bella chuckled.

Jessica and Alice will be floored when I tell them about this.

Benedict Arnold had been impressed.

Her traitor brain was blissfully quiet the entire time. No snarky comments whatsoever. Her grin widened as she gazed at one particular bag. Happy birthday to me. She was about to pick it up and look at it again when she heard music start playing inside Edward's room.

Edward's home?

Bella checked the time on her watch. 11:00. I thought he was spending the day with Heidi? If so, then what's he doing here? Her face lit up when another impulsive thought entered her mind. Wow Bella, you're on a roll today. Chuckling, she took the bags and half-ran towards her own room. Closing the door, she quickly put the bags on her bed and started removing her sweater and jeans. Clad only in her underwear, she rummaged inside one of the bags and pulled out her impulsive purchase. Good thing Edward's home; I definitely need his opinion on this.

Twenty minutes later, she opened her door and walked purposely towards Edward's room, which was at the end of the hall. With a grin, she knocked on his door. "Edward? Can I come in for a second?"

The music stopped, and then the door was opened revealing a sweaty Edward wiping his face and neck while looking at her enquiringly.

"Oh. I thought you were just vegging or something. I didn't mean to interrupt your work out."

Edward shrugged then moved aside to let her in. "Just some treadmill work, nothing major really. What's up?"

"I thought you were at Heidi's."

"We just ate breakfast at La Bella with Emmett and Rose then I drove her home. I had to be in the bar this afternoon anyway, and she had to pack, so we couldn't really hang out."

"Gorgeous is leaving again?"

Nod. "Paris. She'll be gone a whole month and she's leaving tomorrow."

"That sucks."

Another shrug. "It's work. We both know that."

"Sometimes I wish I could be like you. Since you became a couple, you've been faced with weeklong separations because of Heidi's job, but you're so chill about it. You know, so cool about the entire set up. You do your thing, she does her own stuff. So independent from each other yet wonderful together. You're like patiently waiting for your beloved. That's so romantic."

"You aren't going to break into a song now, are you?"

Bella chuckled. "Shut up. I'm just gushing over your wonderful relationship."

"Sorry to burst your bubble Little Miss Sunshine, but there's nothing to gush about. We've only been together for two months and most of the time we're apart. I'm quite positive Heidi doesn't even know what my favorite color is." Edward pointed out the obvious, and then shrugged again.

"Pffft. The length of time you're with a loved one doesn't really matter in the end, Edward. It's the quality, not quantity, that counts! Look at me. I was with Eric for a year. We were together almost every day. He even gave me a key to his apartment. But look at what happened to us."

"I'm pretty sure Heidi's not a loved one, Bella. Liked one, yes. But loved one? Definitely not."

"Yet. Not a loved one yet. But she could be," Bella insisted then wiggled her brows teasingly. "Dude she could be the one. Imagine your babies together. My God, I'll be one proud, happy Godmother and Aunt."

Edward made a face. "You're getting way ahead of yourself, Isabella Marie Swan. Cut it out."

"Ooohhh, he's doing the calling-me-by-my-whole name thing. Someone's getting annoyed."

He merely gave her his signature left eyebrow lift then shook his head, eyeing what she was wearing in amusement. "What's up with the trench coat anyway? You do know you're already inside the house, right?"

"Ha ha, funny. I almost forgot about the reason why I came here in the first place," Bella said, rolling her eyes at her own spazziness and then pulled Edward towards his bed and pushing him none-too-gently to sit. "I was supposed to be grocery shopping this morning, but on my drive there I passed by this store. I honestly don't know what prompted me to do it, but next thing I knew I was already parked in front of said store. So what the heck, right? I walked in and looked around and then this really nice saleslady approached me and helped me. We browsed over stuff for about thirty minutes and then holy frankfurter Edward I saw this...thing and honest to God I fell in love with it."

Whoa. Edward smiled hearing one of the two expletives that Bella had sort of created for herself. They were original words, but not really curses, and Bella, being Bella, claimed them as her own kind of curses, since she couldn't say the real ones. The words were "Frankfurter" and "Quiddich." The first was her version of "fuck," and the latter was her alternative for "shit." They only came out when she's extremely excited and/or extremely nervous.

Only Bella knew why she even thought of these words as substitute curses, but it made Edward chuckle.

"What's the giggle for?"

"Nothing. Continue with your story."

She nodded, but gave him a suspicious look before continuing. "So without any over thinking and over analyzing, I bought it. Just like that. The saleslady was very enthused. She told me I looked great in it."

"What exactly did you buy?" He was impressed. Bella usually had a list prepared before buying things. From groceries to her own clothes, everything was listed and numbered in order of priority. So her buying on a whim was a big deal. Must be something really special.

Beaming, Bella unbuttoned her trench coat in front of him then completely shrugged it off.

Holy Frankfurter.

There was a possibility that he stopped breathing for a full minute. Then his heart started beating really, really fast and sweat began to trickle along every surface of his skin. And he wasn't even moving. He just sat there, gaping at Bella, who was wearing the most fuckhot lingerie he had ever seen, which was saying something, considering he'd seen a lot. Hell, Heidi had a collection of stuff she modelled for him before their all night sessions of hot, monkey sex.

But the one Bella was wearing...dear God. Everything paled in comparison.

It was white.

It was short.

It was lacy.

And he could see everything: even the matching panties. The really tiny matching panties.

Fuck.

Anthony went from limp to full erection in a nanosecond.

"I'm wearing a Victoria's Secret halter babydoll in a delicate floral stretch lace. It even has an adjustable neckline," Bella bragged with a grin, showing him how to adjust the neckline from a bit higher to the...fuuuuck...lowest it could get.

Hello, Bella's cleavage.

To Edward's continuous frustration, delicate floral stretch lace apparently translated to see-through material of erection-inducing torture. 'Cause he could fucking see Bella's pink and just-about-the-right-size-for-his-mouth-and-tongue-to-play-with nipples. He could see them so clearly it was like seeing them in high def. Unbidden, he saw himself on his knees licking and sucking them to oblivion.

Anthony hardened even more, to the point of pain, which had never happened to him before.

No! Stop with the images, Edward! And for fuck's sake, Anthony, stop behaving like you haven't gotten any pussy lately. You did just hours ago. It may have been hurriedly done, but still...

Bella, oblivious to her friend's current situation, turned her back at Edward to show him the other side of it. "And look, it has a crisscrossed back. Nice right?"

Edward's eyes zoomed down...much lower than the crisscrossed back Bella was talking about. The nightie was so short that it barely covered her ass. Thank God the matching panty wasn't a thong, but then again, the visual...oh God.

Hello, Bella's robust butt.

He swallowed a groan. Fuck. He couldn't do this. He had to leave. There's no way in hell Bella wouldn't notice his erection. The gym shorts he was wearing were a bit tight to begin with. A fully erect, extremely hard Anthony was prominent, and extremely obvious, under them.

And the way he was reacting right now was completely inappropriate. Bella did not show him her bought-on-a-whim babydoll fuckery to seduce! She showed it to him in excitement, 'cause she'd done something totally new and unusual. This was just Bella sharing a monumental first with her most trusted buddy slash roomie.

Should he use his safeword?

He closed his eyes tightly and willed his hands to stay put. They were itching to hold and squeeze Anthony. His fucking dick had probably sent his hands a cosmic message that it wanted to be played with, preferably in front of Bella. Edward opened his eyes, glaring at Anthony.

Yep, safeword it is.

"Tou-."

"Oh my God!"

Shitshitshitshit. Too fucking late.

He cringed seeing Bella looking at him in shock. Specifically, looking at the tent under his shorts in shock.

Anthony twitched in acknowledgment. Cocky bastard.

"Is that...is that your penis?" She actually pointed at Anthony who twitched some more.

The fucker is showing off. I no longer have power over my own dick. Anthony owns me.

"Quiddich Edward, that looks...hard."

Duh.

"And huge."

And there you go. Cue the blushing. Edward's face, neck and ears were bright red. Anthony throbbed and wouldn't stop twitching. The preening peen. The cocky cock. And you're thinking this...why...again Edward?

"Well not that I've seen a covered penis this close before, so I can't compare, but just looks really big. Bulging and big," Bella continued tilting her head from side to the side, probably to check it some more. She leaned a little closer, clueless to the fact that the move made her breasts sway and the cleavage more pronounced.

Anthony was more even determined now to get out of the confining shorts.

"It keeps on moving," the ever observant virgin stated, looking thoroughly confused. "Why is it moving that way, Edward? If it was a person I'd say he was having seizures." Pause. "Is it possible for a penis to have seizures? Is there such thing as penile convulsions?"

Edward covered his face with both of his hands and lay down the bed. Oh God. This was not happening.

"Of course not, idiot, it's only a part of a person, Bella. The person has to be the one having the seizures, not his genitalia. Sheesh, for a smart woman, how can you be so stupid sometimes?"

She was talking to herself now. He groaned. She was just a breath away from over contemplating and God knows what she'd come up then. "Bella? Please shut up."

Silence.

Edward removed his hands from his face and peeked at the suddenly quiet woman standing a few feet away. She was still there, just looking a bit uncertain for some reason. He went back to sitting. "Hey. You okay?"

She bit her lip and nodded but did not say anything. Instead, she resorted to wringing her hands and avoiding his eyes.

"What is it, Bella? Come on, you can tell me anything."

"It's a question."

"Then ask away."

"It's a question that will make you do something."

"Like answer your question?" This was getting a bit ridiculous.

"No. Yes," Bella sighed. "I mean yes, answering my question is an action by itself, but that's not what you'll do. I mean of course you'll do answer my question, and that's...sheesh."

"Just say it, Bella. Out loud, without the confusing chatter. Just blurt it out. Come on. You can do it."

Deep breath. "Can I see it? Without the cover?"

"See what without the cover?"

"Your penis."

Fuck.

If Anthony had hands, he would be clapping.

If Anthony had a voice, he would yell "hell Yeah!"

But what Anthony had was a head and body of sorts, so all he could do was twitch. And twitch some more. The fucker's nodding vigorously in enthusiasm.

"You can say no, Edward. I Promise I won't take it personally and get hurt," Bella assured him quickly. "I just haven't seen one, and I'm curious. I mean, inevitably I'll see yours when we do it, and some other man's as well − in the future − after I get rid of my virginity, 'cause I'll be having sex then with others. Actually, I was even able to graze Eric's once. Completely by accident, believe me. And what I grazed? It didn't feel big. I actually thought it was just the zipper, and probably wouldn't have known, if he hadn't joke about it. So you know−"

"Bella, I don't want to appear rude, but I just have to interrupt your babbling. I'd rather not hear about some man's genitals, especially Yorkie's," Edward cut in while snorting, then stood up. "Fine. You want to see a real live penis? Here's one."

He pulled down his shorts and even if he was thoroughly uncomfortable, he resigned himself to just do this show and tell. For Bella. He'd rather she ask him than let her ask another man, who could take advantage of the situation. So he pulled off his shorts and briefs, letting them pool at his feet, and walked closer to Bella without actually touching her.

Bella's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as her eyes automatically focused on Edward's genitals. He was circumcised, all smooth-looking without the excess skin, though a bit veiny and really big (long as well, Benedict Arnold added excitedly, around eight to nine inches, perhaps even ten?). Bella rolled her eyes at her now reawakened traitor brain. Her eyes strayed to the two proportionate-to-his-penis-and-heavy-looking balls. Ask Edward about the tea bagging that Jessica proclaimed she was a master of, Bella. Come on!

There's no way in Satan's abode she'd ask Edward about that! That's what Google and Wikipedia were for, so just shut the frankfurter up!

Prude. No fun prude.

She ignored the snarky comment and went back to inspecting her friend's cock. Huh. Why would people call it that, anyway? It doesn't resemble a chicken at all. Bella tried to imagine a chicken wearing a form fitting helmet and shook her head. Nope, still no resemblance. "It's really big." And I'm stating the obvious again.

In the most impersonal voice that he could muster, Edward answered. "It's actually bigger than the average penis. I'm not bragging, just stating a fact. The reason why it's twitching a lot a few minutes ago and okay, even now, is because I'm aroused."

Bella looked up from inspecting his cock. "You're turned on."

"I was turned on the minute you removed the trench coat and showed me that," he admitted, nodding at her outfit.

"Really?"

"Yep."

She peeked at what she was wearing again and looked thoroughly proud of herself. "Imagine that. So it is true then. A piece of lingerie is effective material for foreplay."

"Another theory?" Edward teased with a little smile. "It's true, though, so that's more of a fact."

"Hey! In science the words "fact" and "theory" are interchangeable. Like the organization of the solar system, which is a simple example of a theory, is normally considered to be a fact that is explained by Newton's theory of gravity. So don't underestimate my theory," the Virgin Philosopher slash Scientist smugly replied. "As for the foreplay bit, that's what Tanya said to me."

"Tanya?"

"The very nice saleslady at the store."

He just nodded.

"So."

Edward chuckled at her attempt to sound nonchalant. "So?"

"When you're aroused you're really that huge, huh? 'Cause Barney, the purple dildo that Jessica gave me before, was not that big at all. And women buy him!"

"Yep. Bigger if I'm really, really into it." Like right now.

Bella whistled. "So you have an epic peen when you're incredibly aroused."

They simultaneously glanced at the epic peen, exchanged looks when it twitched, and promptly burst out laughing.

"This is crazy. Only you Bella; only you."

Bella winked at him then started picking up their discarded clothing. She gave back his shorts and briefs then put back her trench coat on. When everything was covered, she smiled at Edward, who went back to sit on his bed.

"I've decided when we'll do it."

That piece of news made him sit up straighter. "When?" Down Anthony.

Bella joined him on the bed. "The night before my birthday."

"That's next Thursday."

"Yep. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course. Whatever you've decided, I'm all for it."

Bella beamed at him again. "This is why I love you, Edward Cullen," she told him sincerely then subjected both of his cheeks to a loud smacking kiss before leaving his room.

He didn't know how long he stayed there sitting in a trance, but the sound of Bella knocking on his door again brought him back to the present. He couldn't help but grin as he walked towards the door anticipating the latest craziness she had thought of now. Or what new purchases she'd show him.

Another lacy babydoll, this time in blue.

"Surprise."

Heidi.