AN:. Huge thanks to wheather79 for pre-reading and Arfalcon & FanpireMama for beta-ing. I also need to thank everyone who reads. So, SM owns the characters - I circumcised them and then did a ton of crazy shit to them like let them dress up as static cling for Purim. (you wear a white t-shirt and safety pin a sock on to the front). 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 8: Black to School

BPOV

I slowly walked up the steps of Gould Plaza and entered the Kaufmann Building to start my first day of pre-term orientation at NYU's Stern School of Business. Could this place get anymore Jewish? I felt like I was back at Brandeis. The schedule included a ton of social events and lots of getting to know our blocks – smaller groups with whom we would have all of our classes. I had to remember to ask Edward if he wanted to attend the spouses/partner wine and cheese event on Thursday. I mean, he wasn't either, but we were exclusive.

As I walked to the Schimmel Auditorium in Tisch Hall, I noticed they had a buffet set up with bagels, several types of danish, and fruit. I looked around, trying to find a friendly face, but who was I kidding; I didn't know anyone. Luckily, the first half of the day was spent with presentations about the honor code and a bunch of other boring stuff.

At lunch time, we were broken up into our blocks to have a boxed lunch. I walked through the halls and finally found the room where my block was assigned.

"Bella?" A male voice called out.

I turned around, and lo and behold, standing there was Jake Blackavitz - my first blow job. Wow! He had really cleaned up. Jake had been a bit of a hippie at leadership camp – always listening to Phish, wearing tie dye, and walking around barefoot. That was not the man standing in front of me at all. Eight years later, Jacob had short spiky hair, dressed in preppy clothes, and was very bulky, like Emmett. Jake had also dumped me at camp after I had given him that blow job in the woods, but not until after he bragged to all of his friends about me sucking him off. Now he was being all friendly?

I wasn't one to hold a grudge, but this had the potential to be uncomfortable. Not that I would let that happen; I had been a silly kid back then. It didn't even matter, I had Edward now.

"Jake?" I replied, making sure I was right, since the Jake Blackavitz I had sucked off was a fraction of the man standing in front of me.

He shook his head in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

I mimicked him, shaking my head too. "I should be asking you that too. I am getting my MBA," I replied, stating the obvious. I didn't exactly look like I was delivering the sandwiches.

"Me too. Are you in Block 3?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am. Are you?" Oh my g-d, he must think I am an idiot. "Of course you are, why else would you be asking me that. So, how are you? What have you been up to for the past eight years?" I bit my lip to try to stop myself from speaking further.

"Good. Uh, I went to Wisconsin for undergrad. Smoked a lot of weed and then decided to grow the fuck up. I worked as an analyst at a big bank up until about a month ago. Oh, and very single," he said, eyeing me up and down like I was something to eat.

"Cool." I crossed my arms across my chest and looked around.

"You? What brings you to b-school?"

"I was actually teaching fifth grade for the past couple of years, but I came to b-school so that I could run my own non-profit one day. Do you remember Edward Cullenman?"

Jake nodded, "Yeah, he was my bunkmate at camp - tall, reddish hair, heartless Republican?"

"Oh yeah, that's Edward. Well, he and I are actually…" I wasn't sure what to say. Boyfriend seemed too casual, but soul mate was a bit too deep for a casual conversation. Involved? "We're involved. It's pretty serious. He's going to flip when I tell him you are in my block. What a small world!" Flip might be too light of a description. He could very well mark me as his territory; he did seem to like R. Kelly, but I had already told him I wasn't into golden showers after he had sung to me.

"I see." Jake's eyes might as well have flashed "Game Over."

As soon as we sat down to eat and listen to the second year MBA who was leading our block in a discussion on study habits, I pulled out my phone and texted Edward.

Bella: You are never going to believe who is in my block.

Edward: I don't know. Do you want me to guess? An Olsen twin?

Bella: No! Jake Blackavitz from camp.

Edward didn't respond immediately. I think I could hear his growling all the way down to where I was in the Village.

Bella: Don't be jealous – I told him we were together. He says hi.

Edward: Oh – I say hi back. I miss you. When will you come home?

Home? He meant his apartment, right? I had been spending a lot of time there. I had pre-term events all week.

Bella: Not sure. These days are supposed to be really long. Broadway show tonight and a booze cruise tomorrow.

I didn't see Edward all week; hopefully the rest of the semester wouldn't be so rough. We talked though, and I could tell he was a little concerned about Jake. On Thursday, he came to the wine tasting. It was nice to know we weren't the only two trying to make a go at it while one partner was in b-school. Business school was known for breaking up couples, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried. Maybe it was the worry or the stress of the long week, but I drank way too much at the wine tasting.

I went from red to white to blush, then back to red. Cabernet, Sauvignon Blanc, Merlot - it didn't matter. Edward drank but in much more moderation. Why was he always so in control? My eyes started getting droopy at our table and Edward led me outside to find a cab back from the Lower East Side.

The next thing I remember is my head in Edward's lap as we navigated the congested downtown streets.

"Is she giving him a blow job?" I turn my head, and a girl and her friend are walking by our cab. Was she talking about me? Ha-ha! She was talking about me!

I closed my eyes as Edward caressed my hair. For a brief moment, I considered actually giving him head, but what kind of tramp does that in the back of a NYC cab? A drunken one!

Except I didn't; I passed out, or I must have. My eyes flittered as I saw Edward taking off my heels, pulling my dress over my head, putting a trashcan by the bed, and bringing me water. I watched as he disrobed and climbed into his bed, next to me.

"Edward…" I called out in a voice slightly higher than a whisper. "I'm horny…" My second wind hitting me, I sat up and rolled over so that I was straddling him, tracing the lines of pectorals, his abs, and his magical 'V'.

"Bella, you're drunk. Don't you have school tomorrow?"

"I'm just meeting my block for lunch; nothing in the morning, though." I nuzzled my nose into his chest and then licked my way up his neck until my mouth was over his. I grounded myself against him, his cock hardening with each touch.

"You're drunk," he said, trying to argue.

"I'm taking advantage of you. You may be a good negotiator, counselor, but I have an argument you can't win," I whispered in his ear, sucking on his lobe.

"How?" he moaned.

"Not how. Show. Show you…" My mouth moved down his body, until my teeth found the waistband of his underwear. I tried to bite down and pull them off with my teeth, but that didn't work too well. I eyed his hard-on like it was a giant Hebrew National all-beef hotdog. I licked his cock through the cotton.

"Hi, Zayin. Won't you come out and play?" I asked, my voice an octave or two higher than its normal tone.

"Bella…" Edward cried, pulling down his undies. Zayin bounced up and down as Edward sat back down. Boing-boing-boing. How did he walk with that thing?

I lowered myself down onto him, pushing my panties to the side. I was so wet he slid right in.

"Mmmmh….Edward…," I moaned.

"Condom…"

"Feels so good. Just for a little bit?" I moved myself up and down on his shaft, my body moving in a snake like motion as I tried to envelop him. Edward put his hands on my shoulders.

"Bella…," he warned. He looked at me like I was a bad girl.

I scooted off of him, narrowing my eyes. "Have I been a bad girl? Do you want to spank me?" I snarled, positioning myself on all fours.

Edward tilted his head back and laughed. He reached into the night table and grabbed a condom. "I love you," he said, shaking his head.

I pouted. "But, I've been a bad girl…," I started to say, as my eyes fluttered closed.

I felt him coming up behind me, placing his hand on my hip. His hand guided his sheathed tip to my entrance and he slid in. In and out, in and out. Rubbing, pulling, twisting – his hands were all over me in a wonderful tangle of limbs. I felt myself get closer and closer as did he. Warmth, heat, blurring lines, until I collapsed onto the bed with him on top of me.

EPOV

It had been a rough few weeks. I still had time before starting work, but Bella was back at school. It didn't help that I kept thinking about that douche bag Jacob Blackavitz being around her all day. I didn't like him years ago and I doubt any of that would change. Being a guy, I knew every time he looked at her he was probably thinking about how she had given him a blow job. I hated it. No matter how much I tried to rationalize that it was years ago and it didn't matter, I still didn't like it. Not that I would ever tell her; as far as she was concerned, I was the supportive boyfriend.

I relished the time she and I had together, but I was concerned that this is what the next two years would be like. Most of business school seemed to be one big networking event with lots of alcohol flowing. The people I met at the wine tasting seemed pretty nice, but you could never really tell at those types of things. Not to go all Holden Caulfield, but most of them seemed like a bunch of phonies.

That wine tasting thing was great in theory, but turned out pretty badly. Bella had a horrible hangover the next day, but since I didn't have work I got to care for her. I had yet to decide if the benefits of crazy drunken sex outweighed the cost of her hangover the next day. If there is one thing I can't handle it is vomit – yuck!

Thankfully, Jasper had invited us up to their share house for Labor Day weekend. I know he wanted Alice's closest friends there when he proposed. Of course, that meant that Bella and I were relegated to the pullout sofa in the living room, but it beat sleeping on the floor. I had never been to the Hamptons before and was eager to see what all the fuss was about. When I was in DC the past couple of summers, I had made a few trips out to Dewey Beach, which was one big frat party. My law school friends were really into it, but to me it was a bit sad to see thirty and even forty-somethings acting like drunken buffoons.

Bella and I took the Jitney out and then a taxi to the share house. The trip seemed to take forever and we were exhausted. The house was about a half mile from the beach and calling it a house was a bit of a stretch – the two bedroom cape was more of a cottage. Bella was pretty excited about going out there with her friends. Jasper and Emmett and I had picked up our friendship, but the girls were still a bit wary of me. Emmett picked up sandwiches for everyone and we ate them at the house before we waited a half hour for a taxi to pick us up and take us to a club.

The girls had no idea Jasper was going to propose this weekend. I was a little worried about Bella's reaction - not saying she would be jealous of her friend, because she wouldn't be – but I was a little unsure of how she would take it. Bella was not pushing for marriage, unlike our mothers, who practically took Bella bridal gown shopping. I knew not to push her. School came first and I was letting Bella dictate the terms, even though it killed me to relinquish control.

The cab ride was great – we all crammed in with Bella sitting on my lap. She was wearing these tiny white shorts, a halter top, and a thong. She never wore a thong. It didn't help that she was sitting on my lap. She could definitely feel Zayin waking up.

"Tell Zayin, he and I will hang out later," she whispered in my ear while everyone else was talking.

That didn't help. The club was overpriced, pretentious and full of assholes. The girls danced, but when a bunch of guys tried to join them, us guys had to cut in. I tried as best I could to swing my hips and grind against Bella to the beat of some random rap song. Bella nursed the same fruity girly drink the whole night. After her vomit-fest from the wine tasting, I was glad she was taking it easy. We didn't stay out too late.

We spent the next day at the beach. Bella was white as a ghost, so I was glad when she came to me that morning with a huge container of sunscreen.

"Edward, schmear me like bagel," she commanded, handing me the bottle, and shimmied out of her sundress.

Her black bikini accentuated her creamy smooth skin. I took my time lathering her up, my hands lingering on her sides. Bella returned the favor and put sunscreen on me too. She took her time as well, massaging the lotion into me. Her small hands felt so good as she worked the lotion into my skin. Zayin pressed against the inside of my board shorts.

"Bella, tell everyone we'll meet them at the beach," I moaned, wanting more. Always more.

Although we were a little sticky, we had a quick romp on the couch. It was pretty easy with us being half naked already. Baruch haShem. I loved this woman.

I couldn't stop looking at her as she lay out on the beach, reading a book on financial accounting. She was so dedicated – it was so sexy. Everything about her drew me in and Emmett and Jasper had to keep tossing me the football to keep me from just staring at Bella. I hated Jasper at that moment. I hated that l knew later tonight he would have a ring sitting in his pocket and would be hearing yes.

That's exactly what he heard. We grilled hot dogs and hamburgers at the house and then Jasper took Alice for a walk on the beach at sunset. It had actually been a great dinner and the girls were really starting to warm up to me. They even laughed at my jokes. Neither Rosalie nor Bella thought anything of Alice and Jasper taking a walk, but their eyes grew wider as they heard a screech coming from the beach. Emmett and I had to assure them it was okay. It didn't take long for Alice to come running back to the house with Jasper in tow.

"I'm getting married," she screamed. The girls ran up to her and examined her ring. It should have been Bella. They then started jumping up and down, squealing. Jasper approached Emmett and me, and we both shook our heads. Emmett knew the pressure was on him.

I may have had my mom breathing down my neck, but everyone knew that a summer together wasn't enough time. Bella wasn't ready and although I feigned happiness for the newly engaged, I was a bit sad it wasn't us. It took me back to the night she had said no and I had lost her - the night I walked away. I held her extra close that night as we tossed and turned on the sofa bed.

For the rest of the weekend, it seemed the wedding was on the tip of everybody's tongue. Rosalie and Bella had jogged into town Sunday morning and picked up a ton of bridal magazines and the girls were preoccupied all day. They sat there on the beach, ignoring us guys as they debated strapless versus cap sleeves. What were cap sleeves anyways? Much to Jasper's dismay, they kept asking him questions. He didn't know, nor did he care. He kept asking why they couldn't get married on a beach. I knew I didn't want to do that – who would want sand in their shoes? Maybe we'd get married at our synagogue in Forks.

Fuck, I just wanted Bella forever. We went for a walk on the beach Sunday night alone. It was the first time we had spent together all day.

"Learn anything interesting in those bridal magazines?" I asked, hoping maybe Alice's fervor was contagious. I looked over at Bella hopefully.

"Ugh, I learned that Alice is going to be a bridezilla and that weddings are full of a ton of details and stress. Alice has been engaged for less than 24 hours and she has spoken to her mom about a thousand times over little details and shit. Edward, I'd die if I had to talk to my mother that much. They say that marriage is pretty useless these days anyways. Maybe not getting married isn't a bad thing."

I had never considered not getting married. What was she saying? My chest hurt in an ache I had felt for three years.

"You don't want to get married at all or just not to me?" I asked. My voice trembled and I picked up my pace as my fight or flight instinct kicked in.

"Edward," she cried as she hurried to catch up. "I was just talking. This wedding stuff is total insanity – our mothers. Oy! Can you imagine them?"

I stopped and turned around. The sun was lit a burnt orange and the wind was blowing sand. The sea salt from the ocean caused her tendrils to stick to the side of her face.

"They wouldn't be that bad." Lie. I reached out and grabbed her arm, hoping to pull her closer, but she shrugged me away.

"Do you know what they were doing at the mall with me?" she asked. I shook my head and placed my hand on her shoulder. "They bought me my trousseau," she sighed.

"What's that?" I had no idea what she was talking about.

"I didn't realize it at the time, but I read an article about it today in one of those magazines. It's lingerie for our wedding night and honeymoon. Edward, we've been back together for a few weeks and already they're taking control. Our wedding would be a disaster, not to mention our wedding night."

"You don't know that and so what if it would be? It'd be ours. I want you. I want a future with you, Bella, but if you don't want that or don't see yourself wanting that, you've got to let me know."

"I do want a future with you too," she replied softly, looking up at me, her eyelashes fluttering, her lip all pouty in a cute way.

I brought my lips down gently on hers, kissing her softly.

We pulled apart ever so slightly. "Thinking of futures, what are you doing for the High Holidays?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

I loved when she did that. I hadn't thought about Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur yet. I didn't even know if I could take the day off of work. I shrugged my shoulders in answer.

"I'm making a brisket and I can get us tickets to services at the NYU Judaism Center. You game?"

"Of course."

As the sun set on summer, our relationship continued to grow. I was excited about our future, but maybe a little bit more excited to dig into Bella's tender brisket.

As always, people who review also get teased. Not telling you to review, but saying you are rewarded for your efforts with fun teasers. I also try to post picteasers and teasers on the fictionators (though they tend to be different then what I put in review replies).

Baruch Ha Shem means "Blessed be the Name" (or Blessed be G-d)