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Chapter 4

It was a lazy afternoon as Isabella and Edward lay out in the cornfield they sneaked off to on a daily basis. Bella lay in the crook of Edward's arm as they talked about nothing of importance. Sometimes they wouldn't utter a word. The silence between them was not uncomfortable. Isabella enjoyed the sound of his heart beat, as he enjoyed the sweet smell of her hair.

"Edward?" Bella asked him apprehensively.

"Hmmm," Edward hummed.

Isabella adjusted herself so she was leaning on her elbow, looking into his piercing green eyes. Edward pushed a stray hair behind her ear.

"I was hoping to discuss sex," Isabella broached.

Edward balked at her. It was no secret the girl was on a mission to lose her virginity, but he was completely taken aback by her forwardness.

"What exactly did you want to discuss?" Edward asked, trying not to laugh at the silly girl.

"Tell me about your first time?" Bella asked, hoping she hadn't overstepped any boundaries.

"Oh...well. I...um...was fifteen. I had been seeing this girl for awhile, and she came over to watch movies...my parents let us go down to our basement, and rarely checked on us. So, we would make out on the couch, and each time I pushed a little bit further, until she let me have sex with her," Edward told her recalling the uncomfortable situation - the awkwardness of putting on a condom and the not so easy entrance. He had little self control, and she winced in pain as he entered her forcefully with a thrust. He felt as awful about it then as he did now. He apologized and of course she lived. They dated a while longer until they grew apart. Sex was always a part of his relationships since then.

"What was it like, though?" Isabella pressed. She wanted to know what to expect. No one talked about it in her world.

"Awkward at first, then it got better," Edward said. He didn't really want to get into the mechanics of it with her.

"Do you think it will hurt?" Isabella asked; she nervously chewed on her bottom lip. It was honestly the only thing about losing her virginity that frightened her.

"I suppose it could be uncomfortable at first. If the guy takes his time it shouldn't hurt," Edward told her.

"You mean, if you take your time," Isabella corrected him. "You will be gentle with me, right?"

"Sure, of course I will," Edward said, placing a quick peck on her lips. Isabella smiled. The sun reflected off her face, as Edward stroked it gently. Golden hues surrounded them in the cornfield; above them was a sea of blue.

"When can we do it?" Isabella asked excitement evident in her voice.

"Well, see, it's not always planned. I mean some girls plan to lose their virginity on prom night in the hotel, or whatever, but we have no prom here...ah...most people it just happens. It just feels right, and happens," Edward tried to explain. He already made it perfectly clear that he could not walk away from her. That he would do whatever she asked of him as long as it did not put her in danger.

He was pleased that she seemed happy to spend her time with him hidden in the cornfields. For the Amish, relationships were never discussed to begin with. Edward did find it hard to watch her drive off with Jacob every morning to the school house. Jacob was obviously smitten with Isabella, and if nothing else anxiously awaiting her baptism.

Edward was just thankful that Jacob was already baptized and that any improper behavior towards Bella would be frowned upon. Just the simple fact that Jacob thought she belonged to him, made Edward see red.

"I'm not going anywhere, Isabella." Edward tried to tell her there was no need to rush into anything.

Isabella didn't want to rush either. She had yet to even see an actual penis. And from what she had felt of Edward's, it seemed big - which only caused her to be more anxious about the pain.

"When will you tell me what you are running from?" Isabella asked. Edward looked away from her and focused on a rock in the dirt beneath him.

"I won't, Isabella," he spoke with sadness.

"You say I make you feel better, I mean, I don't know...maybe I can help. Just let me in," Isabella begged.

"No," Edward responded sternly. He was ending the conversation. "And you do make me feel better," Edward whispered against her neck. "Make me feel better right now," he continued taking her hand in his and moving it to the bulge in his pants. This type of distraction always worked best on Isabella. Edward pulled Isabella's small body on top of his as he kissed her deeply. Her knees were spread on either side of Edwards hips as she rocked against his cock.

"So, much better," Edward breathed taking a break from the passionate kiss. His hands traveled down her back and rested on her ass. His hands kneaded and squeezed her backside pushing her harder into his dick.

"Gahhh," Isabella grunted as her clit rubbed against the head of Edward's penis.

Edward and Bella were lost in each other. Their mouths danced perfectly together, as did their hips. Isabella broke the kiss to unbutton the flannel shirt she wore, letting it fall off her shoulders slowly. Edward moved his hands to her exposed breasts. Isabella didn't wear a bra often. Her breasts were small and perky, and Edward couldn't stop from engulfing them in the palms of his hands. He worked his fingers from the outside to the inside saving Isabella's erect nipples for last. He stared into her doe eyes as his index finger and thumb worked her nipples.

Isabella arched her back in pleasure, to which Edward responded by sitting up. His mouth immediately went to her breast, as he licked and sucked the nipple on the left, and then moved over to the right to lavish it with the same attention.

"Edward? Are you back here?" Charlie called out.

Isabella's eyes bugged out of her head as she quickly grabbed her shirt and ran through a row of corn attempting to hide. She hazardously buttoned up her shirt

Edward stood just as fast and adjusted his throbbing dick, trying to hide it best he could. "Yes, Charles. I'm over here," Edward called out making sure this shirt was straight and brushing off any dirt. Charles appeared just as Edward composed himself, although he was still slightly out of breath.

"I needed you to go feed the horses in the barn," Charles said, a little suspicious as to why Edward was in the place Isabella loved to go.

"Have you seen Izzy?" Charles asked, stroking his brown beard.

Edward shook his head, "No, sir. I haven't seen her," Edward lied. He felt awful to lie to this man. Everything he was doing with Isabella could get him a one way ticket out of his safe haven. He was so mad at himself for risking this opportunity to start over, but he couldn't stay away from her. And he would lie for her - he would give her anything she asked for - he knew he was screwed because he would even risk losing this new life for her.

Isabella listened as the men walked out of the cornfield before doing the same. Her father stood at the barn and watched her emerge from the cornfield; she smiled at him and acted like everything was perfectly normal.

"Izzy!" Charles called, motioning for her to come over. Isabella walked over with a huge smile to see what her father wanted.

"Yes, Daddy," she said cheerfully.

"Fix your shirt," Charles said, walking away. Isabella looked down and noticed the buttons were not matched up. She rolled her eyes at her stupidity. Of course she wouldn't get in trouble, but Edward could be questioned and his intentions doubted - if Charles was observant enough - or knew that Edward was starting a relationship with someone.

Edward had already lived twenty-one years one way - he knew what he was giving up. This year was to be spent living the Amish way, it was one thing to date; it was another to become physical.

Charles wasn't very observant. He knew of the troubled past Edward had, and thought for sure his head was nowhere close to dating, anyone. He did think Isabella was with someone in the cornfield, though his first and only guess was Paul.

Charles hoped Paul would soon settle down with Rebekah or just leave. He did not like the idea of Izzy spending so much of her time with him. He had hoped Isabella would use her Rumspringa to do more tame things, like go bowling, or go to Hershey Park or Dutch Wonderland.

He couldn't say he was shocked to see her in short skirts and tight jeans, or that she snuck out at night.

Isabella walked over to her horse, and began to stroke her mane. Edward came up and smirked at her as he put the bucket of oats down. "This one yours?" Edward asked.

"She is. I haven't been around much though, I feel bad for neglecting her," Isabella told him. She was really beginning to miss riding - she and Rose used to go all the time.

"Why is that?" Edward asked.

"Um...my riding partner is shunned, she left her horse, and I kind of hate looking at the black beauty," Isabella told him pointing to Rose's horse.

"You are not the only one that misses her. I swear, if horses could frown, that one...just seems so depressed," Edward said sadly. He had spent a great deal of time with the horses this past week.

"Why would you tell me that? Now I feel even worse!" Isabella cried.

"I need to learn to ride, maybe I could take the black one, and you can take yours...that way we accomplish three things: a happy horse, I learn to ride, and we get to be together."

Isabella focused her petting on her horse's white spot on her nose. She loved the golden brown color of the horse, a warm caramel, almost like Edward's hair.

"That was Rose's horse. She named him Rosie's Rebel. She was very intent to have him, train him - he only ever behaved for her. My father is working a little with him, but it's very hard. If Rose weren't living in an apartment in the city, I would take him to her. I don't think he would be the best for you to learn on," Isabella smirked at him.

"Who is Rose?" Edward asked.

Of course my father would never mention his other daughter to Edward, what an ass. Isabella thought.

"My sister, she met a young man on Rumspringa, Emmett, and she married him. Any time we marry outside of the Amish we are shunned. Rose was very good at everything. Loved the farm, and making quilts, baking - I suppose she was everything I am not. It makes it harder for me to leave, knowing that I would leave my parents all alone. Most Amish families have five or more kids, but my mother lost the ability to bear anymore children after she gave birth to me - she almost died," Isabella explained to Edward, who had started to hold her free hand.

"I had no idea, Charles never mentioned her," Edward said.

"He wouldn't. It is one of his biggest rules as the bishop. You leave, that is it. You don't exist to us anymore. Which I think is complete bullshit. I mean he preaches forgiveness, and yet we cannot look past it and forgive those that leave. Who even said Rose needs forgiveness? She is living, happily married, attending church every week. I just hate it. I miss her terribly. I have asked her to mail me a picture, just in case I never get to see her again." Isabella confided in him quietly.

"You mean your mind is not a hundred percent made up about leaving?" Edward asked. He was positive she had already made her choice - that she was just biding her time.

"I want to leave, but I don't want to lose my Mother or Father - I don't want to cause them anymore pain," Isabella told Edward.

"You need to do whatever makes you happy," Edward said. He knew all too well the pain he felt when he left his own parents and his life. But he was happier. He could function better. "Or I could be selfish and tell you never to leave me, that I need you."

"Or you could leave with me," Isabella suggested stepping closer to Edward.

"I can't...I mean I don't know how else to keep all the bullshit away. You saw what happened to me at that party! Before I came here, that used to happen on a daily basis! All it would take was stupid shit! Like something on a movie, or a loud noise. Here, there aren't loud noises, or movies, and for the most part no fights. I haven't felt this free or normal in months...I would be useless to you if I left with you." Edward finished, talking far too much about the situation then he ever intended.

"You can get help," Isabella suggested, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Don't you see, being here, it is my help. Becoming this," Edward said motioning to the suspenders and zipper-less pants, "is me helping myself."

"Ever been on a horse?" Isabella asked accepting his choice for the moment.

"Never," Edward smiled, as Isabella let go of his hand and began to unlatch the gate and lead the horse outside.

"Okay, Edward, this is Romeo's Juliet - RJ this is Edward," Isabella introduced them with a small smile.

Isabella expertly got the horse to bow down so that she could climb on bareback. She sat on the horse proudly before using her finger to motion for Edward to get on. "Just ah, get your upper body on then kinda swing your one leg over, do you think you can do that?"

Edward laughed. He had plenty of experience climbing fences, and it seemed like the same concept. Edward got a small running start and fumbled his way onto the horse, while Isabella laughed at his struggle.

"Okay, here is lesson one," Isabella said, looking back at him. "You're going to have to give the horse cues, and once they follow them, you want to stop. You also want to allow your body to rock with the horse," Isabella explained. She told Edward everything she was doing, while he tried to pay attention. His mind was focused on holding on to her small waist, and pressing his chest against her back.

Isabella took the horse through a path in the woods and Edward couldn't control the urge to lick her neck any longer. The spot behind her ear had been teasing him since he mounted the horse.

"You are not even paying attention to my lesson are you?" Isabella laughed.

"Um...no I thought maybe I could give you a lesson right now," Edward said biting the top of her ear, as his hands moved up her shirt to cup her breasts.

"You have already given me that lesson," Isabella reminded him.

"I was just reviewing, it's good to review." Edward moved his hands down her breast and over her stomach where he reached the button to her jeans. He didn't undo it. He wanted to make sure it was okay first. He ran his hand down to her center and rubbed his hand over it, making Isabella arch toward him with a moan. Edward moved his hand back up and unbuttoned the jeans, slipping his lean fingers in, making them unzip.

Edward moved his fingers inside Bella's folds as she rocked back and forth with the horse's steps, which were slow and steady. Edward teased her clit and kissed her shoulder as he taught her. Edward could feel her getting slicker as his moved his index finger in circles around her clit.

"Lesson two, making a girl wet using fingers," Edward whispered huskily in her ear.

Isabella felt her stomach tighten; she jerked her hips towards Edward's hard working fingers as he pulled her body closer to his. She came with loud scream, before relaxing her head on his shoulder.

"Lesson three, how to make a girl cum," Edward said dragging his tongue up the side of her neck.

"Very, very good lessons," Isabella panted out. Edward removed his hand, and re-buttoned her pants, unable to zipper it; Isabella flexed her hips slightly to get the zipper to meet the button. "What's my next lesson on?"

"Lesson four, that is hand jobs, which if you are a good student should end with lesson five - making me cum," Edward said between the kisses he left on her neck, making his way up her jaw before he tilted her head back and kissed her deeply.

"Sounds like a fun time for you," Isabella joked.

"Yes, it will be. Gotta give a little to get a little, Bambi!" Edward laughed.

"Why do you call me Bambi, like that deer?" Isabella questioned him.

"Your doe eyes. They entrance me. I swear they could hypnotize me. Make me bark or quack like a chicken!" Edward laughed thinking of the talk shows he saw years ago of people being hypnotized.

Isabella laughed with him as she turned the horse to walk back home.

"I actually have to go to the general store, want a driving lesson?" Isabella asked Edward. She moved the horse a little faster, so that he was trotting at a steady pace, blowing stray wisps of hair from Isabella's loose french braid.

"Sure," Edward agreed easily.

Isabella and Edward climbed into the buggy as she took the reins, again explaining to Edward what she was doing. The horse began to trot down the paved road on the shoulder as cars whizzed past them. Some honked and some pointed the horse and buggy out to their young children. Isabella waved, it wasn't every day an Amish girl in jeans drove a horse and buggy though town.

Isabella didn't care, and neither did Edward. They both smiled at one another as they exited the buggy and walked into the small hardware store.

The store was quiet and only a handful of people were inside. As Edward followed Isabella through the isle they nearly bumped into James.

"James, hey! It's nice to see you," Isabella said politely.

"Hey, Izz, Edward." James's tone was rather cold when he addressed Edward. He looked back to Isabella before speaking only to her. "You gonna come out again this weekend? I have a fake ID for you, we are gonna hit a few bars," James smiled at her.

"Sure, sounds fun," Isabella said before glancing up at her bitch, and protector. "Sound good bitch?" Isabella laughed at Edward.

Edward smiled at her weakly as he peered into James's basket noticing rope, wires, and ties. "Sounds like a plan," Edward said against his better judgment. He didn't like James, and he had a rough time in bars.

"Cool, we will swing by about ten for you," James smiled only at Isabella and stared down Edward before heading to pay for his purchases.

"One rule if I am your bitch," Edward began, taking Bella's hand since no one was there to see.

"Rules? You can't just add rules, we already discussed the rules," Isabella countered, even though she was fully prepared to do whatever he asked of her.

"You are never to go alone, anywhere, with James. I don't trust him," Edward said looking in her eyes to show her how serious he was.

Isabella nodded her head, seeing how desperate he was to keep her from him. "Okay, Edward. Promise," she told him sincerely. "I would, like to find time to go visit Rose, one day. She said she and Emmett would come meet me around here, would you want to come with me?" Isabella asked, when Edward dropped her hand, quickly noticing Jacob black walking in the front of the store.

"Do you think he saw us?" Edward asked.

"Who cares," Isabella shrugged. It wasn't talked about how much she was enjoying her Rumspringa, but it was not gossiped about either. "If Jake thinks that I may someday be his wife, he will do what is expected, and look the other way until his patience pays off." Isabella explained. "We should not flaunt it, but I am sure it won't be a secret long. It's not as if you aren't expected to find love with one of the girls, if you plan to be baptized. You are not banned from courting - just expected to do it in a more traditional way." Isabella laughed.

"Yeah - not with some wild beautiful girl, who's itching to make her great escape!" Edward laughed with her.

"True, you would be better suited for Sarah," Isabella joked, thinking of the nineteen year old girl that was too shy to even attempt a date, poor thing.

"So, back to Rose and Emmett's possible visit, what do you think?"

"I'm at your disposal. Call me Bella's Bitch," Edward smirked, making Isabella's heart flutter.

"I think we should call you Bambi's Bitch," she suggested, picking up a sketch pad and charcoal pencils. "Either way, you will my BB."

Isabella opened up the pencils and in thick black drew a heart in the page and inside wrote BB loves IS.

Edward smiled at her juvenile drawing, unaware of the true talent she held.

"Got everything you need?" he asked her.

"Pencils, paper, BB," Isabella checked them each off, smiling wide when she checked off her BB.

"Coming BB?" she asked, walking away.

"Yes, Bambi," Edward said, taking bigger steps to catch up to his doe-eyed girl.

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