Thx to Reamhar & KCerena – without whom I'd never dare posting this shit.

I'd definitely recommend reading my story "Winter of Love" – before reading the outtakes.

I don't own Twilight – Dooh!


Chapter 25 – EPOV Outtake

I hated Sundays. I never used to before. In fact, I used to welcome the reprieve weekends provided from the mindless classes I was forced to attend during the week. But now, Sundays had officially become the most boring days of the week.

On this Sunday, I found myself walking down into the kitchen and pretending to do homework. Unfortunately I was so far ahead in most of the silly classes that I could probably do nothing for weeks and get away with it. No distraction was to be found in that activity. The sight of the telephone, however, sitting on the table outside the kitchen door was taunting me. I wanted to call her. Badly.

"What's up?" my annoying sister asked as she bounced into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Not much. Are you hanging out with Jas later today?"

I really could not have cared less about her plans; all I wanted to know is whether she'd have any clue about what Bella was up to. Of course the easiest thing would have been to pick up the phone and call, but after the last two days I really didn't want to seem any more needy and pathetic than I already did. Besides, not even twelve hours had passed since I'd last seen her.

"Nah, he said he might go see Jake later on. Apparently his dad goes down there a lot and he's going to try to go along. Never mind. You know Mother would throw a shitfit if I skipped again today."

Tempting as it was, I resisted asking if she knew whether Bella had gone along too. Alice knew too much about my business lately as it was. She turned around to squint at me with a soda can in her hand. I gave her my best blank expression.

"I know it's fake, dear brother – that look of disinterest. You're a good liar, but you are not fooling me. You're so whipped! Maybe you should just call her if you're soooo curious," she teased me and I huffed.

"Yeah, whatever, Alice. If I'd wanted to call her, I would."

"Right. I'd offer to call to find out whether she's home, but since you don't care I won't." Alice snickered and walked out of the kitchen.

"Wait," I yelled before she'd reached the stairs. "Alice?"

She walked back to the kitchen slowly and stayed in the doorframe staring at me.

"Oh, you're so pussy whipped, it's funny too watch! I'm wondering whether Mother has noticed . . . Do you want me to call so you won't seem quite as pathetic? You know she'll figure out why I'm calling anyway."

"Never mind. And I am not." Seriously – pussy whipped? No way. And what the hell – Bella could put her convictions about feminism and equality to good use and call me.

Needless to say, I didn't call.

I got tired of staring in the direction of the phone after a while and went for a run. It didn't help at all with getting Bella out of my head. My addiction to being with her was driving me slowly insane. I avoided taking a shower at night just so my mind wouldn't wander off in that direction again. It only ever provided temporary release and not even in a good way. Ever since I'd felt her hands on me, jerking off by myself had become less and less appealing.

In retrospect, it turned out that foregoing the shower was probably a mistake. I couldn't fall asleep that night and woke up the next morning too late to take care of business before school.

As a result, all I thought about all day as I sat in my classes was Bella and the fact that she apparently had called me and I never knew about it until after the event. I was mad because I instinctively knew that my Mother had something to with it and even madder because I could have spent the day with her after all.

It was completely usual for me to have nothing but Bella on my mind, but that Monday was different. I'd always felt a sort of magic pull toward her. I wanted her around, laughing, kissing, talking – I'd take whatever fix Bella would give me. I didn't care. Just her giggling next to me, or her letting me hold her hand and kiss her soft, pouty mouth was usually enough.

But today when my mind focused on Bella, it solely honed in 'on naked in my bed Bella' writhing below me. After school, when we were sitting in the car in front of her house, I was about to invite myself in, but thankfully I didn't have to.

I regretted my decision to suggest that we do our homework at the kitchen table almost the second we sat down. I'd already done all the schoolwork for the week ahead and I wasn't even attempting to read anything. Instead I stared at the same page in the retarded textbook for what felt like forever.

This was a bad idea, I thought. I was able to smell the scent of her skin and her hair as she whipped it over her shoulder and it was enough for my mind to keep on replaying images of 'naked Bella.' I didn't dare to take a look at her, because I knew I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself from touching her. I tried to sit as still as possible because any movement was downright uncomfortable. As it was, my fingers were itching to move to her knee. I found a pencil and started playing with it instead.

When she got up to get me a glass of water, I made my next mistake by turning around and looking at her. Bella's jeans were hanging low enough on her hips that I could see red cotton panties and a small sliver of her naked back. I got up behind her in a split second and took the glass from her hands.

I wanted Bella so badly it hurt. I leaned forward, started kissing her and completely lost it. The second she suggested a trip to her room, my legs couldn't move fast enough up the stairs. As we stumbled into her room, I hesitated for a second, which was all it took for her to push me down onto the bed. I welcomed her actions. They made me feel less like a depraved, lovesick lunatic. Maybe, just maybe she wanted me too.

My breath hitched when she moved to kneel between my legs and kissed me just above my jeans. I wasn't sure what her plans were, but I was teetering on the edge already as she started rubbing her hand over my lately permanently hard penis.

When her hands started working on my belt, my head snapped up. As much as I wanted her to give me another blowjob, I was slightly terrified of my inability to control myself. The last time I'd felt her mouth on me, I'd almost come immediately. I'd venture to say it was the shortest blowjob in history. It was definitely over within a minute. Because it had hurt so badly to be stuck with a permanent hard on in my pants practically all day, I pushed my pants down eagerly once her hands popped the first button.

Rather than taking me in her mouth she started licking me and it drove me insane. I wondered if someone had told her to do it this way, or if she'd figured it out on her own somehow. Honestly, I was terrified to ask and mortified to have to admit that it felt scarily good. So good in fact that this would probably go down as an even faster event.

When I felt her tongue slide up again, I couldn't stop myself and sat up, pushing my erect penis rudely into her face. She didn't seem to mind though and started swirling her tongue around me. The longer she kept toying with me like that, the less control I had.

If someone would have told me six months ago that I would have my first girlfriend performing oral sex on me after dating for a whole three weeks, I would have told them they were deranged and in urgent need of help. I'd always viewed this sort of act as perverted and degrading. In fact, I still my qualms about her doing this for me, albeit not enough to stop her.

I watched her as her mouth slid over me and I knew immediately that wasn't a smart move on my part. I wanted this to last longer than it was going to at this rate. So I stared ahead at her brother's bed across the room and then to the magazines on the floor before closing my eyes and trying to come up with some images that would take my mind off of what she was doing.

Please, just let me last a little while longer.

I started reciting the alphabet backwards, but it wasn't enough. For a moment, it helped to think about Mr. Cope, the school administrator, who'd always smiled at me just a hair too long for comfort.

I felt her mouth on me, warm and wet, as she was taking me deeper into her mouth. I needed more. Concentrate. I had made progress in the past week. I was getting better at holding back and making it feel better. And I think I would have been fine if she hadn't pulled all these new tricks out of her bag. As I got more frenzied in my attempt to focus on something else, my body reacted involuntarily and I started rocking my hips into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth on me in rhythm with my movements soon caused sensory overload.

I lasted for a little longer, but not by very much by any stretch of the imagination. When I knew I was close, I told her, but she wouldn't move her head away and instead took me deeper into her mouth.

I felt like a complete asshole when I realized what she'd done, but I'd be a liar if I didn't admit that she'd given me the best orgasm ever, not that I had much experience in that department. Then, to my absolute horror, she shyly admitted that she had her period. I had to give myself the 'jerk of the month' award for this stunt. I was tempted to tell her that I really didn't care about some blood, but she seemed uncomfortable about it. It did buy me some time, however, to figure out how to repay the favor.


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