AN: If you haven't read my story Eight Nights of Delights, this story may not make a ton of sense. I highly recommend you read the Eight Nights of Delights first (at least the first two chapters, but all the chapters have hints to this story).

Huge thanks to wheather79 for pre-reading and FanpireMama for beta-ing. SM owns the characters - I circumcised them, converted their names, forced them to eat my brisket, gave them matzo ball soup when they were sick, and then I made them feel guilty for making me do all of that. I tend to play up some stereotypes; it is all meant in good fun. If you are offended, let me know, or just hit the x button on your browser window.

Chapter 4: Look to the Cookie

BPOV

"Ring. Ring, you stupid phone. Come on, ring," I begged the cell phone sitting next to me. Edward hadn't called in several days. I knew he was busy studying and I shouldn't expect him to call, but that didn't stop me for wanting him to call. I was becoming THAT girl.

I needed to get out, but Rosalie and Alice were both at work, my friends I had made from teaching now were working summer jobs, and I had already become the outcast in that group. They always seemed to talk about the new curriculum for next year, which I wouldn't need to know. Besides, it was raining.

My parents had invited me to come out to Arizona for a few weeks, but Arizona in July? I would rather stay here in the rain. It wasn't like I wasn't used to the rain, I had grown up in Forks after all. I wanted to see Edward.

Huffing, I flew back and rammed my head down hard on the pillows of my bed. I thought back to a few weeks ago when we had kissed on the Fourth of July. It had started out slow and innocent, and then as I kissed him back there was a bit more intensity. I would have totally slept with him that night. It had been way too long since I have had sex with an actual man. However, we showed some restraint. I mean, if we had just hopped right from talking back to sex, then it would complicate things so much more. Right? Sex complicates things. Of course the last time we had gotten together, sex was the topping on a Hanukkah holiday sex-spree and that was losing our virginity to one another.

Fuck, I'm horny. Why won't he call? Only a few more days and the bar exam will be over and we will have to face our friends, our family, and a future. We couldn't just pick up right where we left off. I knew that, but it seemed so easy to slip into where we had been.

What to do? What to do? I reached for my remote and turned on the television and somehow I stopped on Fox News. It was almost as if Edward was in the room with me. There must be something about the ringing tone of the "Fox News Alerts" because within minutes my eyelids became heavy and I succumbed to the guilty pleasure of a nap on a rainy afternoon.

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing next to me. Looking at the screen, I saw that it was my mother. I would normally let it go straight to voicemail, but I was bored out of my mind.

I picked it up, reluctantly, "Hi, Mom."

"Bella! It is so good to hear your voice. How are you doing? What's new? You are never going to guess what your father and I did to today!" My mom was practically screaming into the phone.

"I'm…." I thought about it for a few seconds. I was actually in a good place, despite my crazy, psycho, when is he going to call, freak out. "Good. Actually things are really starting to look up. So, what did you and Dad do today?"

"Oh, not much, just sat by the pool. What's his name?" She responded quickly, wanting to get on the subject of a possible suitor.

"Whose name?"

"Bella, I'm your mother and I know when you sound that upbeat and that it's usually about a guy. You haven't sounded that good since college when you were with Edward. Oy! He was such a nice boy. I still don't understand what happened between the two of you. I mean, you explained it and all,but it made no sense. You loved him; he loved you, what was so complicated?"

"You know Mom; I am starting to think you are right on that – we did overcomplicate things. So this guy, I am not quite ready to share the details."

"Tell me one thing – is he Jewish? I read in the B'nai B'rith magazine that the intermarriage rate is at 51%; we're becoming extinct, Bella. It's up to your generation to carry on the faith. If he's not, at least raise the children Jewish. It would be such a shonda if my grandchildren told me they liked Christmas instead of Hanukkah. A shonda."

"He's Jewish, Mom, geez." Oy, this woman could be exhausting. I wasn't sure whether to look forward to or to loathe the day I broke the news that Edward and I were back together.

"Now, he was a Jew," Mom commented.

"Who?"

"Jesus."

"Goodbye, Mom!"

"Be safe, Bella."

Why did everyone always tell me to be safe? I wasn't that much of a walking disaster. Okay, maybe I was, but I was my own worst enemy. The phone rang again. I didn't even look at it; it was probably my mother again.

"What now?" I shouted into the phone.

"Bella?" It was Edward.

EPOV

The last advice the Barbri instructor had was to not study the night before the bar exam. She said to get out and do something that relaxes you and then proceeded to give examples like go out for a nice dinner, go to the movies, or go bowling.

All I could think about was blow jobs. In fact, for three weeks all I could think about was sex - of which blow jobs were a subsection. When I wasn't studying, sleeping or eating, I was spanking off to the thought of Bella. Bella naked, Bella fucking me, me fucking Bella, fucking Bella's tits, sucking Bella's tits, Bella giving me a blow job – sitting, standing, her on top, missionary. Sex, sex, sex. It was like I was a teenager all over again.

This wasn't good for studying for the bar exam. So, when it was suggest that we do something that relaxes us, it reminded me of college when Bella and I would study together. We would quiz each other with a game we called Strip Study Buddy. The rules were simple - if you got the answer right, the person asking the question would take off an article of clothing. Usually, it led to us having sex.

I couldn't ask her straight out. "Hey, Bella, I've got a lot of pent up energy. Would you mind dropping to your knees and sucking me off?" I had to think of something else. Maybe, I could invite her over to hang out and by hang out, I would secretly mean hang out with Zayin.

Shit! I realized I hadn't called her for a few days. Fuck, I hadn't even texted her. I'm such a shit. I could never ask her now. It was worth a try though so I called her up.

She picked up instantly, but sounded angry until she realized it was me.

"Who were you talking to before me?" I asked after she realized it was me.

"Oh, I thought you were my mother calling back to further annoy me. I had just about given up on you calling me," she explained. Even though, all she would have had to have said is "my mother" and I would understand. Seriously, I would understand. Luckily, my own mother was keeping her distance after being screamed at by my father. He could relate when he had taken his medical board exams eons ago. Her last comment wasn't lost on me either. Fuck. I fucked up.

"I'm sorry. I should have called; it's just if I had stopped studying and talked to you – I would have messed up my whole concentration. There are times when I still pinch myself in disbelief that you are even talking to me let alone open to the possibility of…" I let my sentence hang. I hoped she could understand what I was trying to convey – that I was completely pussy whipped.

After a pregnant pause, she finally responded. "No, it's okay. I shouldn't have expected you to call me. You even forewarned me about how insane this whole bar exam is."

"I should have called." She didn't reply, so I changed the subject. "And how are Renee and Charlie doing?"

"Oh, living the high-life in Arizona with the rest of the retirees. So, are you ready for tomorrow?"

"What's tomorrow?" I joked.

"Edward! Come on, are you ready? Shouldn't you be cramming away?"

I took a deep breath. She had just given me the perfect lead in. "No, actually we were told to do anything but study. The Barbri people said to do something that relaxes us – you know like hang out with friends, see a movie, go for a walk."

"I see," she said quickly, but I could almost hear the gears of her brain churning with ideas.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out." And by hanging out, I mean my cock and your tits.

"I won't be too much of a distraction?"

"Bella, get your ass over here. Your presence in my life automatically calms me down. You don't want me to get edgy, do you?"

"Wow, you really know how to woo a girl when you put it like that, but sure, I'll be right over."

After getting off the phone with Bella, I rushed around my apartment trying to straighten it up. I didn't know if we'd be using it, but just to be safe I changed the sheets on my bed, because I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had done so. I also made a point of making sure all my dirty underwear found its way to my hamper rather than the floor. Mental note – once I start getting a paycheck, it's time to bring in a cleaning service.

Just as I was checking myself out in the mirror, the doorbell rang.

Opening the door to Bella's smiling face and short skirt was the highlight of my day. Not only did she decide to show off her legs, but she was wearing a v-neck top that accentuated her boobs. To top it all off, she brought baked goods.

"So, in this neighborhood is this bakery and it has been there for like over 100 years. They have great black and white cookies," Bella held up one little white box tied up with string. "But they also have amazing brownies!" She held up another white box.

Bella and I had eaten black and white cookies before. Besides being racial harmony in the form of a cookie, they are one of those cookies that solidify being a couple. See, it worked out that Bella liked the chocolate part and I liked the vanilla part. It worked out perfectly for us to share a cookie together as it was always an even split for us.

We always worked out that way, always in balance. We made our way to my sofa and sat down, the baked goods in front of us on the coffee table.

"I was thinking, why don't we watch some old school Adam Sandler movies?" Bella suggested. I immediately thought back to our first time hanging out when we had watched Don't Mess with the Zohan.

"But, I could get steve," I joked, since Adam Sandler's poor Israeli accent had the word "stiff" sounding more like Steve.

"Steve? Who's Steve?" Bella replied, using a line from the movie.

We ended up watching the movie or we started to at least. Bella pulled out one of the cookies and broke off bite size pieces of the vanilla side and fed them to me. I moaned in delight.

"Is this relaxing for you?" she asked, popping a piece of the chocolate side into her mouth.

"I'm definitely starting to feel relaxed."

She moved her hand to my thigh. I looked over at her and she was biting her lip. Bella's lip biting always made me go insane and she knew this. "How about now? Does this help you relax?"

I didn't have to respond, because Zayin did. "I guess so," Bella said, moving her hand up further to the Promised Land.

Of course, I couldn't relax because I was worried about coming in my pants from just the sensation of her hand near Zayin. So I thought about Nancy Pelosi – naked. That always did it for me. Nancy and Eleanor Clift were my go-to thoughts to not blow my load. It had been forever since I had thought of them.

Bella's fingers traced the outline of my cock through my jeans and then slowly made their way up to the button and then the zipper.

"Bella, you don't have to…" I started to say. Oh, but I so want you to.

"I want to."

I slid out of my jeans, throwing them on the floor. Bella went digging into my boxer briefs until she found her prize. She lifted the waistband down and pulled out a very erect and very happy Zayin. She slid down on the couch so that she was lying on her stomach, her face directly over my crotch.

"Hi, Zayin. It's been so long. How are you doing? I've missed you. My, you have grown."

I looked down to see Bella with Zayin in hand. She was talking to my cock. My girl was talking to my cock. I quickly glanced toward my bedroom and looked at my top bureau drawer where I kept her ring. It would be hers one day. No other girl would ever talk to my cock like that; it was purely Bella. She was like no one else.

Her warm wet lips wrapped fully around my shaft as her entire mouth engulfed me. I heard the faintest sound of gagging. Deep throat. What had I done to deserve this? I didn't at all. I shouldn't be the only one having fun.

"Sit on my face," I moaned.

Bella pulled out of my mouth and looked up. "What?" she asked.

"You heard me, sit on my face."

She licked her lips and then brushed them across Zayin's tip. "No, tonight is about getting you to relax. Just lay back and enjoy." She pushed my chest with her fingers so I reclined further on the couch.

Well, if you insist. I took another glance at that bureau drawer before closing my eyes and enjoying the ride.

I didn't last long, because even thoughts of socialist reform sweeping America couldn't distract me enough from the pleasure I was experiencing. True to her nature, Bella swallowed.

"Wow. It's good to know you haven't lost your touch. Let me get you something to drink," I offered, scooting off the couch.

"Water would be great or Diet Coke if you have it," Bella replied. "It was like riding a bike."

"What was?" I walked back in carrying a glass of ice water for her. New York City tap water – nothing but the best.

"Giving head – let's just say it's been a while."

My heart floated on air as I thought how neither Bella nor I had really found anyone to replace one another. It just further solidified my argument that we were meant to be. I think she knew it too.

BPOV

I wasn't sure what had come over me at Edward's. I had this overwhelming desire to relax him and I knew that a really good blow job would do the trick. I just hoped it didn't distract him too much tomorrow. My mouth hadn't been on a cock in a long time, but luckily I hadn't lost my touch.

We cuddled through the rest of the movie and even kissed a little bit. It was like we were in a bubble though, and I knew once we went public, we were bound to face some resistance. We had both tortured our friends and family for three years. I expected them to be skeptical at us making another go at it. I sure was and I continued to be, despite how smoothly things were between us.

When the movie was over, I knew it was time for me to leave. Edward needed a good night's rest and my presence wouldn't bring that.

"Okay," I yawned and put my shoes on, "I'm going to head back home."

"You're not walking at this hour of the night, are you?"

"Edward, it's not that far and it's not that late. Besides, it's a Monday night – I'll be fine. I've lived in this city long enough. This isn't exactly a rough neighborhood."

"Well, if it's not that far then you are fine with me walking you there."

"You need your rest. Really I'll be fine," I insisted.

"Let me walk you. Some fresh air will be good for me and I'm not exactly tired yet either. I'd rather spend the time with you then staring at my ceiling, trying to count sheep." He was making a wonderful argument.

"Fine."

Our walk back to my apartment building was fairly quiet and uneventful, except that we held hands the entire way there. I couldn't remember the last time I had walked down a street holding someone's hand and it was sweet.

"Edward, it's going to be fine. You are going to do great on this test. Remember how nervous you were for the LSATs? What happened? You scored a 168. You will be brilliant tomorrow."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, love."

Did he just call me "love"? My heart started to flutter. Was this moving too fast? What would happen when he went to work and I started school? Sure, it was easy now when I could mold my schedule to fit his needs, but what would happen when things started to get real?

We stopped in front of my building. "This is me."

"That's a great building. I'm glad you have a doorman."

"Rosalie is very generous, but I figure it will be great not to have a huge rent during school." I turned so that we were facing one another, setting him up to kiss me. I think if this was some romantic comedy or a television show, this would be the point in the night where I'd invite him up for coffee, but I think that is a cheesy line.

"Bella, thank you for tonight. It really helped take my mind off the bar exam."

"You're welcome. Umm, if you aren't too tired, call me and tell me how tomorrow goes. If not, call me when you recover on Thursday."

"I will probably be drained and pass out, but I'll try. Hearing your voice tomorrow night may be just what I need to refresh myself for Wednesday's portion of the exam."

I smiled hearing that. It was comforting that our feelings for one another appeared to be the same. "I should head up, so you can get to bed," I said, trying to gracefully say goodnight.

Edward glanced up at my building and then looked back at me. "I should get into bed."

Part of me wanted to ask him to come up and stay the night, but there were so many things wrong with even thinking of doing that. First, he had his bar exam tomorrow. Second, Rosalie was probably up there waiting to pounce on me with questions. Third, it was too soon. Sure, oral sex is part of sex but it isn't completely sex, sex. It just wasn't the same.

"Good luck tomorrow." I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He placed his hand on the small of my back and pulled me in closer, deepening the kiss.

"I don't need luck. I have you. Goodnight, Bella," Edward replied, as he walked away.

Once inside my apartment, I let out a deep sigh.

"The jig is up, where have you been?" Rosalie asked.

"Gah!" I turned and saw her sitting on the couch, her face covered in some type of mud mask. "Out with some of my teacher friends." I could spout off their names, but Rosalie never paid much attention to them.

"Come sit down. We need to talk," she said, patting the cushion next to her. I plopped down and waited for the other shoe to drop. No one uses that phrase with good news.

"Emmett got invited to Edward's post bar exam celebration at some bar on 2nd Avenue on Thursday night. He is brining Jasper along. I think we should have a girl's night with Alice and crash his party. I'm curious what would happen if you two wind up in the same room together. "

"Umm…." Fuck. "Okay." I wasn't sure what else to say, but I knew I would need to talk to Edward about how we were going to approach this. My friends had been very supportive of me and I wasn't sure how they were going to take to Edward being back in my life. This was going to take some serious acting skills from both of us. And the Oscar goes to…

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