BPOV
The blue ink pen sways against the lined paper. This is my writing process, I simply flow with it. There's no thinking; just writing. This sometimes can be lethal. One time while I was composing a rough draft to a very prestigious essay, I ended up writing a five page paper about the contours of Edward's dick and all the magic it can create. In my defense, I was distracted by the sounds of Edward pleasuring himself in the shower.
Focus, Bella!
I reposition myself on the bed- lounging Indian-style. Peaceful. My pen continues its dance with the paper and perfection is produced. After my rough draft is complete, I begin to type the final version on my preppy, lime green laptop. Edward says it's foolish of me to not simply do the rough draft on a word document, but I refuse that method. I know what works for me and I'm damn well going to continue with it!
I'm studying to become…I've got no clue what I want to become. It's not that my mind is void of ambitions, I've just never been a plan girl, ya know? I let things happen depending on the situation. I follow where my happiness lies.
Ugh. My belly's rumbling, time for a snake. My hand is on the doorknob when I realize I left my jeans scattered on the floor. Oopsies. Alice would definitely NOT appreciate me mooning her in my undies. Her face would be priceless, I giggle at the image.
Another time perhaps, it's too funny not to experiment.
I pull my jeans up my thighs with a frown plastered on my lips. I much prefer being naked. Being naked is so liberating. Edward and I use to go days without wearing a stitch of clothing. Now with our company that's not an option. So sad. My vagina is literally whimpering- she loathes being confined as much as my tits do.
I shimmy- yes, shimmy, damn it!- my way into the kitchen. I gaze out the wide window, admiring the California sun. It's almost time for it to set which means Edward will be returning to me soon. The thought makes me grin like a goofy fool. He owes me a few orgasms for that selfless blowjob I gifted him with this morning.
Rummaging through the pantry, I discover my favorite meal- frosted strawberry pop tarts. They're food's version of sex. Yummy deliciousness all mixed into a few heavenly bites. I should totally do a commercial advertising them. Hm, that's a brilliant idea. I'll discuss the prospect with Edward; perhaps his people can set me up.
I resume my wicked dance moves into the living room.
"Be your teenage dream TONIGHT." I croon. Hey, I could sing on the commercial too! I can envision a number one hit already.
More lyrics slip through my vocal cords. I'm getting really into the beat that's playing in my active brain.
"Bella!" Alice's irritated voice seizes my movements. She's sprawled out on the luscious sofa, skimming through a fashion magazine. On the rug, Riley's playing with his toy truck contently. I lean down and give him a kiss on his head. The grin he shoots me makes me so giddy. He's such a handsome little baby; a mini Edward. I want one!
"Sorry for the inconvenience." I plop down on a nearby recliner. I'm not really sorry, not all. This is my house. I selected it with Edward. I don't have any issues with Alice living with us; she's just such a freaking grouch. I mean, can't she lighten up?
Enough time wasted on the downer though, so I refocus my attention to the handsome little man staring at me. I position my face into goofy pictures- earning heaps of giggles from Riley.
"Belwa iz silly." His dimples are more definite when he declares this. He sets his noisy truck down and carefully walks over to me. It's an adorable site seeing a toddler walk. They're so tiny and it's amazing to them. They're limited on so many aspects; I imagine it's a thrill to have at least one shared trick with adults.
I gobble down the last of my pop tarts and then envelope Riley into my arms, squeezing him tightly to my chest.
"You're such a good little boy." I swoon into his ear.
"Belwa's baby!" He declares strongly.
"You got it! You're my little man!" I high five his chubby palm; his eyes gleam in approval.
The tension radiating off of Alice is palpable. Whenever I am playing with Riley, she gets very uncomfortable and watches me like a hawk. I recognize that, in her opinion, my bond with Riley oversteps boundaries. Countless times, I have attempted to convey to her that I have no wish to replace her as a mother. I would never even ponder inaugurating myself to that role. I understand rather clearly that Alice is Riley's mother- and I respect it.
But what are you gonna do? Alice is Alice. If she wants to spend her life moping then let it be. Meanwhile, I'll have some fun with my cutie pie of a stepson.
As if on cue, Angela graces us with her entrance. She blandly ignores my presence and strides over to her special pink chair off to the right of the couch. Sighs. My relationship with Angela seems to only take steps back, not forward.
"Did you have a decent day at school?" Alice counters to her daughter. The smirk is clear in her voice; Alice absolutely loves Ange's coldness towards me.
"Yeah. There was this boy and…"
I convert my attentions to Riley. Angela is advanced for her seven years and if I try to include myself in this talk, I'll get some sort of lashing. Yep, I'm scared of a seven year old. Don't judge me.
"Belwa!" Riley whispers to me.
"What little dude?" I tickle his tummy. His laughter fills the spacious room and Angela throws me a death glare.
"You're rude." She bluntly informs me.
I wait for Alice to scold her- nothing. I despise situations like this when Ange is being a brat and Edward's not here to defuse the situation. I'm powerless to her abuse.
"Um…sorry?" I want to hit myself- could I get anymore lame?
"You should be. You always have to steal everything from me." And let the dramatic tantrum begin.
She stomps up to her room and I'm left with Alice in an awkward silence.
"You know, you could at least try to be courteous to her."
"And you know, you could at least try to not be a BITCH to me."
"How. Dare. You." The venom in Alice's voice makes me gulp.
Despite his protest, I return Riley to his place on the rug.
"I don't mean any disrespect. But I can't sit back and take this abuse anymore. You make me feel unwelcome in my own home." She scoffs at my words.
"Save it! Stop pretending like this is your home; we both know this is Edward's home. You're just a visitor in his life. The little whore who is fascinating him for the time being." The look on my face is of complete mortification. She's hitting me where it hurts.
"Listen sweetie," she resumes, "Edward was tied down for ten years. He's an incredible man, a one woman man. Anyways, it all adds up. He is free for the first time in over a decade and here comes a young girl, besotted with all the world has to over. Plus you're adventurous in bed, a young girl waiting to be sexually deflowered."
"You have no knowledge of what you're talking about. You think you know Edward, but you don't. I may have only known him for a year, but that doesn't mean I have any less connection with what's in his heart. The fact that you're so certain he would use someone in such a derogatory manner signals that you have no idea what his intentions are. It's just pathetic that you're trying to blame me for the problems in your own life."
I'm not a fighter; hence, I exited the scene. I wanted to be friends with Alice…at first. I've never had a female best friend, but she's reminding why that is. They're too catty, too confrontational.
The Angela situation does sadden me. I desperately want her to like me. She's Edward's baby girl. I wish she'd give me a chance, but I understand. It's difficult witnessing a parent move on with another person. It took me awhile to warm up to my mother's husband, Phil. I'll be patient with her. Perhaps one day we'll be friends. It will be worth the troubles we're battling now.
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"You think we'd get tired, but…sex never fails to satisfy my every need down to the core." I exclaim, breathless.
Edward and I have been going all night and we're both still insatiable.
"Mhm." He agrees contently.
I feel his dick coming back to life at a rapid pace. Giggling, I place my legs on either side of his thighs, skillfully lining my opening with his dick. I sink down immediately, taking him inch by inch as fast as I can. My vagina is still tight (not to mention is VERY well endowed) hence it's awhile before he's fully in. I ravel my hips up and down once he's fully in, waving my tits in his eager face.
His hands reach up to grab the girls, but I catch them and pin them near his head. He never lets me be in control so it's a nice change of pace.
The thunder booming outside is camouflaging our moans, effectively hiding them from Alice. I move my hips on top of him like a bitch in heat. There's no rhythm, just a pussy desperately searching for friction.
"Baby, I'm so close, I'm almost there." I'm chanting in his ear, sooo close.
And I'm there.
I push my pussy down on his penis more, intensifying my release.
"DAD! AHH!"
The scream scares me half to death, but I'm so lost in my orgasmic humping I continue humping him frantically. I don't fully realize what is going down until Edward shoots up and wraps a blanket around my naked chest. He pushes me off his lap and then I see her- Angela.
Shit.