Virgin Boy

Chapter Two: Proposition

When Bella said in her note that she wanted us to study, I initially thought I was going to get some action, like on Saturday. But actually, she meant study. Our books were spread across her kitchen table and we were both revising solidly.

How disappointing!

Somehow I had gone from being a guy she really liked to her study partner, and yes, I was a little let down at this. She was the one for me, and I was just some brain that she could check her work with. It sucked.

"Edward, can I be blunt with you?" she asked, putting down her pen and looking straight at me.

That was going to be the moment where she said she was just using me or something.

Shut the fuck up and let the lady talk already.

"O-of c-course."

"I've not exactly been forthcoming with my intentions with you and I think that I should." God, I was right, she was using me. Floor, please open up and swallow me whole, thank you, Edward.

Well if you weren't such a door mat she wouldn't walk all over you.

"You see, I'm a virgin, and by the time I go off to college I don't want to be one. I want to have experienced sex and know that I'm comfortable with myself enough to have flings and experiment."

All. Fantasies. Coming. True. Right. Now…Must. Not. Come. Must. Not. Come.

"So, I had a good look round the year and finally deducted that the only guy I want to lose my virginity to is you. I mean, you're the perfect guy. You're not a man-whore, you're probably as inexperienced as I am, I know you're not carrying any STDs and you're safe. I know you would never hurt me."

Dear God, I love you right now.

"Am I making any sense or have I just offended you completely?" she asked, blushing wildly as she did so. The thought of making a fool of herself made her blush but yet she did not blush when she propositioned me for sex. How that worked was beyond me.

"N-no you d-d-didn't of-f-f-fend m-me at all." I was panting. It was official, I was physically panting.

Get control of yourself, man!

"So you would be up for this?" Up? Christ, I was already up at the mere thought of it. How could she not think I was up for this?

"V-very much so."

Bella smiled and bit her lip, all the while giving me a flirtatious look. I was surely a dead man. She was going to kill me with those eyes, and those lips. Worse yet, her father was going to kill me when he found out I was the one chosen to deflower his darling daughter. Good lord, I needed to write a will.

"Why don't we head on upstairs? The bed is a lot comfier than anything down here," she said, giving me a rather seductive smile. I nodded and waved for her to go first. I would have led the way had in not been for the fact that my erection was painfully obvious in the front of my trousers.

Following Bella upstairs, I steadied my mind and tried to control my nerves, willing myself not to lose it too soon like last time. God that was mortifying.

It mustn't happen again! Don't lose your cool!

Bella shut the door behind me and pressed herself against my body, practically grinding against my erection. She was trying to kill me, she had to have been.

"I think I rushed you last time," she whispered, peppering light kisses on my cheek and across my jaw. "I'm willing to go much slower this time."

"S-s-slower?" I asked, wondering how much slower she was meaning. Bella seemed to take charge pretty quickly and from last time she had no problem getting stuck on in. If I was going to last I needed her not to do that.

"Yeah, slower." With that Bella led me over to the bed and we both sat down on it. She moved into the middle of the bed, and sat with her legs crossed, waiting for me to do the same. My mother had always told me not to put my shoes on the bed so I wasn't going to do it to Bella's. Untying my laces I kicked my shoes off and placed them to the side neatly, making sure they were out the way and then scooted over to join her. She was smiling at me and biting her lip. "You're just too cute."

I blushed, not being able to help it, and stammered, trying to find something to say. Fucking grow a pair!

"Can I kiss you, Edward?" Why she was asking, I did not know. As if I would say no to her.

"S-s-sure." She grinned and leant in, gently placing one of her hands onto my arm and then finally placing her lips against my own. Ever so slowly she began to move her lips against mine, rousing me from my momentary freeze.

Her lips were so soft, her kisses were so drawn out and I was losing my mind. Carefully, as if not to hurt me, she nipped at my bottom lip and I couldn't help the moan that followed. It felt amazing to be able to kiss her, have her kiss me, and know that she wanted this, she wanted me.

I wish I could say that we then went on to have magnificent and wild sex but that was not the case. Not the case at all. Rather, we got comfy on the bed, both of us lying down, and continued to kiss for what felt like hours.

Our kisses were both a little all over the place to begin with but by the end of the evening we had perfected the art of kissing one another. I knew exactly how much pressure to apply when nipping at her lips, and I knew how she liked her tongue caressed with mine. She knew that licking at my lips made my eyes roll back in my head and she knew that I was perfectly happy to kiss her and not move any further forward.

My brain was screaming at me to move things on, to run my hand under her top and to touch that soft, soft skin of hers. But my heart knew that it wasn't right. Yes, I fantasized about Bella, nearly all the time, but I had respect for her. I didn't want it to be a quick 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' sort of thing. I wanted it to be more meaningful than that.

Granted, I was a horny bastard, but wasn't every teenage boy? Fantasies were just that. The real thing would be so much better, and I would be damned if I didn't treat her right after she had given me such an amazing opportunity.

Taking it slow was the only way our experiences together would be meaningful. If we had rushed it, not only would I have lost my cool, but we would have lost the innocent moments of being able to discover one another's likes and dislikes.

Sex was obviously Bella's end goal. She did not want anything more than a physical relationship, whereas I wanted it all. I wanted her. I didn't just want the physical moments, I wanted the rest of it, too. I wanted to be able to call her my girlfriend and hold her hand or something.

I knew that I couldn't come out and say that. It would likely scare her off, so in the meantime I was just going to be whatever she wanted me to be. If she wanted a fuck-buddy, I would be her fuck-buddy. If she wanted a friend, I would be her friend. If she ever wanted a boyfriend, I would be her boyfriend. I was hers, completely at her disposal. However, I doubt she knew that.

"We need to stop," Bella said, pulling away gradually. "My father will be home soon." That was all she had to say for me to get my arse up off the bed and downstairs.

Chief Swan was one scary man. If he caught me with his daughter, on her bed, making out, then I would be shot dead. He could easily write it off as accidental discharge or something, and knowing the man had that power was a huge turn off. Any, and all, thoughts I had about Bella's succulent lips died when she mentioned him.

The two of us went back downstairs and rather than leave immediately she invited me back to the books with her. Shocked? Fuck yeah. I thought she'd want me out the house as soon as possible. But hell, she wanted to keep me around then that was fine with me. I certainly wasn't complaining.

Hell yeah! She doesn't just want you dick, you're in!

Internally I shook my head as my nerves built up. Although she had said she liked me, she hadn't actually specified how she liked me. And after today's revelation it seemed that I was only good for one thing. Perhaps keeping me around was just to placate my fears that she was using me.

Fucking stop it! Take what you can get! Don't you dare think about throwing away this opportunity. Guys would cut off their right nut just to be where you were tonight.

True facts.

Bella and I spent about twenty minutes working before her father arrived home. He was surprised to see company at his kitchen table but upon getting a better look at me he relaxed visibly.

Old man thinks you're not a threat to his daughter's innocence. Oh how wrong! Fool!

"Are you staying for dinner, Edward?" Chief Swan asked, taking his gun out of his holster. Yeah…hell no. Run!

"S-s-s-s-s-sorry s-s-sir, I sh-sh-should p-p-p-probably g-g-go ho-home." I couldn't control my stutter when I was scared or nervous, and it was clear to everyone I was shitting myself.

Under the table, Bella grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I tried to relax but just couldn't. Chief Swan seemed to think something was wrong with the picture and frowned at me, as if he could smell my fear.

Mayday! Mayday! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!

"Well, how about I give you a lift home, yeah?" I couldn't do anything but nod. It wasn't as if I could say no to the man; he had a gun! "Alright then, let's go."

Chief Swan walked away with gun in hand and I sent a panicked looked towards Bella. She squeezed my hand again and leant over.

"He's locking his gun in the gun cabinet. You're fine." I tried to be reassured by her words but it wasn't working. I was about to get screwed with my pants on.

Standing up, I gathered all my notes and books. Packing them away in my bag, I put on my coat and walked over to the door where the Chief was waiting. He took one look at me and cocked an eyebrow. Glancing down to where his eyes were focused I saw him staring at my shoes, or what would have been my shoes had I not taken them off upstairs.

Leave them and run! Flee now! Surely pussy cannot be worth getting shot over, especially when you have not experienced it! Flee! Save yourself!

Bella must have noticed my lack of footwear because I heard her gasp behind me. I didn't dare turn round, although I very much wanted to. If I saw her, I was probably going to confess everything and beg to be saved.

"Where are your shoes?" the Chief asked slowly. "You were wearing shoes today, correct?" I felt my throat constricting, as if I was being strangled, and chocked out a noise that was meant to be yes. Chief Swan's face seemed to darken then. "Where are they?" This time he asked Bella, not me.

"I'll just go get them, daddy." Her voice was sickly sweet, followed by her footsteps running up the stairs.

Don't leave me alone, Bella! Come back! Save me, please!

"Anything you want to say, Edward?" I gulped loudly and looked at the Chief with wide eyes. He was the truck and I was the deer, about to get fucked over.

Please God, I will never watch Nuns-Gone-Wild again if you save me. I know that they are your nuns and should only be enjoyed by you. I shall not fantasise about them again, ever. Just please save my ass here. Please!

"What were you doing upstairs, Edward?" A noise resonated from my mouth, sounding much like a dying animal, than an excuse as to why I was upstairs.

"I-I-I-I…" Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Bella made her way back down. Walking over to me, she handed me my shoes and rubbed my backing calmingly.

"I was showing him my Harry Potter collection, daddy. That was all." Chief Swan gave his daughter a look and then glanced over at me. He took a deep breath, his chest puffing out, and then nodded.

"Okay, I believe you, Bells."

Wait, did that mean she actually has a Harry Potter collection? Fuck yeah! She loves Harry Potter, too! You have to get her to show you her stuff! You could totally show her your wand! That thing is fucking beautiful. She would love it! And the broom! God, the broom is a piece of art! She could even join your quidditch team!

Before I drooled all over their carpet at the thought of showing Bella my Harry Potter collection I bent down and quickly put my shoes on. There seemed to be some silent eye conversation going on between Chief Swan and Bella, which I didn't want to get involved in at all.

I cleared my throat and stood up, giving them a small warning. They both gave me calm and easy looks but there was a tense atmosphere. I had definitely gotten Bella in trouble and that was not my intention. I felt really bad. I wanted to apologise to her, but with the Chief there, I couldn't. Instead, I thanked her for having me over and that I would see her soon. She did the same and sneakily kissed me on the cheek when her father wasn't looking.

"Bye, Edward," she whispered, gently pushing me out the door. The feeling of her that close, her scent surrounding me and her skin touching mine nearly made me groan aloud. If it wasn't for her intimidating father, I probably would have.

Once the door was shut, the Chief told me to sit in the back of the cruiser, behind the barrier. If I wasn't bricking it before, I certainly was then. The man knew just how to terrify me. Thankfully, he didn't say anything on the drive to my house.

Only as we were driving up the long drive did he clear his throat and grab my attention. Looking at him in the rear-view mirror I saw his eyes on me.

"Bella seems to like you." I wasn't sure what to say so kept quiet. I was not going to deny or confirm anything. It felt safer not to. "Let me just make this clear, Edward. If you hurt my baby girl, this won't be the last time you sit back there. And if I find that you're having a sexual relationship with her, I will cut off your penis. Do you understand me?"

Holy fuck, psycho father! Run!

"Y-y-y-y-yes s-s-s-s-sir," I stuttered, fearing my life.

Chief Swan burst out laughing and slapped his hand on the dashboard. "I'm just kidding, Edward. You've got nothing to worry about." Then turning serious, he cocked his head to the side. "Or am I?"

Rip the door open and run for your life! Protect your Basilisk and run! No Chamber of Secrets is worth this! Fucking leg it!

Chief Swan opened the car door for me and escorted me to the front of my house. I was practically shaking. He had to be the scariest man, ever!

"Th-th-th-thank y-y-y-you f-f-or the l-l-l-lift, s-s-s-sir." I stood at my front door and silently begged him to leave before my parents invited him in or something.

"You're welcome, Edward. And remember, keep in mind what I said." Yeah, as if I could forget, you psycho!

Chief Swan walked back to his cruiser, giving me one last intimidating look before driving away. I couldn't move from my spot on the porch. The man was crazy. Did Bella know her father was a complete fruit cake?

Maybe that's why you're her last resort to lose her virginity. For all you know there could be dead bodies buried in their basement or something. You could be next!

"Edward, honey, what are you doing out here? Come on in the house." I turned to see my mother giving me a funny look. Nodding slowly, I walked in and was wrapped up into a cuddle. "How did your study session go?"

"It w-w-went w-well," I replied, giving her a tired smile. All the stress from Chief Swan's serial killer attitude had exhausted me. I was beat, and my bed was calling my name.

Too bad Bella couldn't be in it.

"That's great! So when will your father and I get to meet your new study partner?" My mother was practically smirking. She knew there was more to my new 'study partner' than I let on.

"I d-don't know if she'd w-w-want to come over." Yes, I didn't really want to introduce Bella to my parents, but it was still true. I didn't know if she would want to come over and have dinner with us, or just be here in general. She wasn't exactly clear about how this worked. Then again, maybe she didn't know either.

"Well, you can always ask her, can't you?" Nodding, I walked with her into the kitchen.

How was I to ask her that? She only mentioned us experiencing all the sexual delights we could before graduation. There was nothing about us hanging out, getting to know one another, and certainly nothing about meeting each other's parents. Granted, I had met her father, but that hardly counted. It wasn't like she wanted me to meet him. Did she?

Stop over analysing this. Just ask the girl to come round. Hell, you still have to show her your Harry Potter collection. That could be a perfect excuse to get her over here so your parents can meet her. You could maybe even grow a pair and talk to her like a man, ask what the fuck is going on, set some ground rules. How does that sound? Good? Yeah. I thought so.

My inner-me was right; I needed to talk to Bella and get things sorted. If I didn't do it soon then we were both going to get caught up in this thing and I was probably going to get my feelings hurt.

Pansy!

Alone in the kitchen, I reached down and cupped myself in my pants. Yeah, I had a pair. Now I just needed to learn how to use them.

About time!

A.N.

This hasn't been beta read. Sorry for any mistakes. Cheers for reading!