Chapter 7

EPOV

Restless, that is something that is so foreign to me, but that's the only word for what I was feeling right now.

Usually I have infinite patience, I can sit in one place for hours with nothing but my thoughts to keep me occupied, but not today.

After I saw Alice's little gift for me on my bed, I was beside myself with questions. What does she know? What is she planning?

I can't just ask her because that would be too much of a confession.

I have never wanted someone to talk to as much as I do; but no I am alone.

I can't talk to Emmett, he would make some crude comment and then give me grief about being the only 22 year old virgin on the planet. Inevitably his thoughts would drift back Rose and he would be off; leaving me alone with my humiliation and more frustrated than ever.

I can't talk to Alice, while I know that she would be sympathetic and would not ever use this to embarrass me, I just know her too well.

If I went to her for advice it would be just adding gasoline to a fire burning too brightly as it is.

I could just see it now; The wheels in Alice's adorable little head turning, plans for matchmaking, including wedding invitations and baby showers.

As it is I'm pretty sure that she knows or at least suspects something. "The gift" that she left me tells me as much. Alice is just too intuitive sometimes.

It's also possible that I made too much noise in my shower earlier.

At the mere thought of that shower, I notice my sleep pants beginning to become a little tighter. Great, it seems like I going to walking around with a constant companion now. It's like being 14 again except I had better control at 14 than I do now.

Maybe I should go to Carlisle, he's a doctor, maybe he could give me something to make this all go away; but no I know better and then I would be in for the lecture.

I can hear it now: "Son, I'm extremely disappointed in you, your mother and I raised you better than this."

He would then go on to explain that he and mom work hard to maintain a certain reputation in the community.

Not to mention the fact that she is barely 17, still a junior in high school.

Two words Jail- Bait, and let us never forget who her father is.

"Shit" I mutter to myself, "I'm so screwed."

Restless, that's the feeling, now I have to find a way to fight that.

Food, maybe that's what I need. I make my way downstairs to the kitchen and search the cabinets, the pantry, the fridge, and the freezer and nothing appeals to me. I grab a beer and think that maybe some football would help my nerves. Just some mindless fun, it sure couldn't hurt.

I try to make myself comfortable in front of the 60" plasma and flip channels until I find what I'm looking for. U of W vs. Oregon, this should be a good one. It was then that I notice that it's the half time show and I see all of these girls dancing in the middle of the football field.

I find myself truly studying them for a moment until I realize what I'm really doing is comparing the to Bella and they are all coming up short.

That girl is too blond, this girl has an ugly nose, that one obviously has implants. I start to notice a pattern here and quickly turn the t.v off.

Food, I'm back to food again, but there's nothing here that I want.

I head back upstairs to change thinking that for some reason, I was really craving Italian. Funny, I don't even like Italian that much.

Once, I made my way back to room to change into something more presentable, I decided to see if maybe Alice wanted to go to dinner with her big brother. Oddly enough, she was nowhere to be found, that was strange because she doesn't have many friends either and I happen to know that Jasper had to work that night.

I decide that a trip to Port Angeles was what I needed. Yeah, I'll go to Port Angeles, get some Italian food and then maybe try to find a club, where hopefully I will be able to find some decent live music.

The perfect distraction, who knows maybe I will even meet a girl. One that can take my mind off of the angel that was the cause of my discomfort.

With a game plan firmly in place, I roll the windows in my car down, hoping that the chilly Washington night air will help soothe my rattled nerves.

My satellite radio comes on at that moment with pounding rock music.

Something to the effect of somebody wanting to watch somebody else burn.

Nope, that's not going to do at all.

I start flipping stations and decide on some jazz and maybe blues.

Just as I approached the intersection onto the main road being stopped by a red light that seems to take forever to change, the song "Damn Your Eyes" by Etta James comes on.

The red light finally changes and while I needed to turn left to make my way to Port Angeles, it seems that my car has taken on a life of it's own and turns right, heading straight for Forks.

Once my subconscious reached it's destination, I began to panic.

What now? Think you idiot, think.

I knew that if Chief Swan came out of the house now and saw me staring, he would arrest me immediately.

I desperately began my search for a prop, something that would afford me an excuse to knock on that door.

Finally my hand grasped something and I am already planning the conversation in my head. "Hey Bella" I would say in a smooth voice, "I was on my way into town and I noticed that you had left this at the house"

"I thought that you might need it, so I hope that I didn't bother you, but I wanted to give it back to you."

"No, really it was no trouble, I'm glad that I could help." I replied to her after watching her blush and thanking me for my thoughtfulness.

I get out of my car, steeling myself for the sight of her again, mentally giving myself a fist bump for my genius.

As I approach the house, I take a moment to finally glance down to my hand to see what item I had been able to locate that would save her from a week full of stress by missing, I see it.

It was a fucking stick of gum. "Shit."

As I begin the walk of shame back to my car, I turned around for one more glimpse of her home when I saw a light come on in a second story window.

Then I hear the sounds of Kings of Leon coming from the window and realize that it must have been opened. Surely Chief Swan didn't listen to that type of music, and it instantly registered that this was Bella's room.

It was at that moment my brain decided to leave the building and my feet took over control of my body.

I did have the presence of mind to check to make sure that no neighbors would be able to see me as I made my way to the light. Great, nothing but forest, I could do this.

Perfect, now I was looking for ways to perfect my stalker routine.

I was raised to be a perfect gentleman and that women are meant to be respected, cherished and protected. Unfortunately that concept flew right out of the window that she just opened.

It was in that moment, that I noticed it. Absolutely perfect, a tree that would give me the best access to her room. Its' branches would hide me from her view should she approach the window, but would put me eye level with her room.

As I began to climb that tree, I started to really understand what people meant when they talked about a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. It seemed to be the god damn battle of Armegedon and I was caught in the middle.

"Edward" the angel was screaming. "Get down right now" "It's not right and not fair to her." "She is a lady, she doesn't deserve to be treated as an object to be used at your discretion." he was still screaming about a violation of trust and privacy when the devil decided to chime in.

"He, he, Eddie, get up there" "you know you want to see her."

"Maybe you'll get a view of those perfect tits or even better yet you'll get to see that beautiful pussy."

The angel was about to speak again when the devil came in with killer punch.

"You know she loved watching your hands while you were playing today, how about you go in and show her what you can really do with those hands?"

Well that shut the angel up and the next thing that I knew I was settled on the perfect branch. God, I can't wait to see what's she's going to do.

I sat transfixed while she lit several candles, and then she turned off her bedroom light.

The glow from the candles gave her an ethereal look, I mean I had been calling her an angel all day, but now I had never seen anything look more angelic; that is until I watched her as she undressed. There she was naked, biting on her bottom lip like she was nervous about something and with the candlelight spreading a golden glow across her skin, there was nothing in this world more beautiful.

I'm pretty sure that I quit breathing while I was watching her pull her bed covers down and sliding that gorgeous body into her bed.

After watching her for a moment or two I had pretty much decided that she just was planning on taking a nap and that was fine by me, I could get lost just by watching her sleep.

The next thing I knew, I heard her take a deep breath, it was the type of breath that you would take when you're trying to soothe your nerves.

Then her hands started moving, just to her shoulder at first, it looked like she was trying to rub the tension away; then they started sliding lower.

Her arms were crossing each other and her hands came to a rest on her breasts effectively covering herself from my view.

"No, don't ever cover yourself" I wanted to cry and then she took me by surprise.

Her fingers started moving, slowly at first just massaging her nipples slightly and then she started to become forceful. She was pinching and rolling her nipples now, squeezing her breasts together and I was desperate for that to be my mouth and hands, She threw her head back and moaned, which caused her neck to arch off of the bed.

I had never really been one to notice necks before, but hers' was perfect. I wanted to kiss her neck and instinct said that I wanted to mark her there to show everyone that she was mine. I know that hickeys are tacky and classless but I didn't care at that moment because all I could think about was a way to make her mine.I really needed to push my caveman instincts away and pay attention, because it looked like that show was about to get better, much better.

I watched as she started slowly moving her hands down her sides and across her flat stomach. Resting for a moment above her belly button. God I want to stick my tongue there.

I kept watching her hands traveling down at a torturously, slow pace.

I then noticed for the first time, that my cock was so hard it was painful.

I started rubbing it from outside me jeans, just trying to relieve a little pressure. No way was I going to pull it out here, he was just going to have to get over it for a while.

It was also then that I realized that I had not been paying attention to my surroundings. Hell for all that I knew Charlie could have been standing beside the tree with a loaded shotgun aimed at my head. I looked down for just a moment just to confirm that he wasn't. I knew that would be the only way I was coming down from this tree right now and even with threat of death, I'm not sure that I could.

I saw that she had managed to kick her sheets off of her legs too and there she was spread out in front of me in all of her glory.

I watched as her tiny hands finally stopped where I wanted them to most.

The angel was back then, begging me to stop. This was wrong, my Bella would be mortified to know that I had violated her like this.

I felt the urge to run, to run far away, to never see her again, but I know that I can't.

I was running on instinct now and that instinct said that I had to see this.

I knew intellectually that women have needs and masturbation is a commonly used method for fulfilling said need and so therefore never held much fascination for me.

But this…this was something different. This was something so beautiful, so private, so intimate, something that was so special that I can't begin to fathom anything that would compare. Maybe the birth one's own child, but I'm not sure.

I watched as she timidly started running her fingers over her soft folds. It almost seems that she has never done this before and that she wasn't quite sure what to do next.

Now I'm no expert by any means, but I wanted nothing more than to help her figure it out.

Then I watched as she slowly inserted one finger into her hole. God damn I'm sure that I've died and gone to heaven or hell, I'm not sure which right now.

The next thing that I know she has added another finger and then I hear it.

My world spinning on it's axis at that point because I heard her mutter, "harder, Edward, please fuck me harder."

Oh my God, I have to be hearing things, there's no way that I heard that right.

My beautiful girl, calling out my name while pleasuring herself. I was beyond coherent thought now, I noticed that somehow I had managed to unzip my jeans and I was stroking my cock in perfect rhythm to her pumping. I couldn't take my eyes from this magnificent woman and then I saw her other hand, rubbing circles on her clit. Oh my god, it's hell. I want to do that for her so badly. I wonder how close she is now, because there is no way that I'm going to last much longer. I try to hold off my orgasm until she has had hers. Then she starts moaning a little louder, a lot more pleadingly.

"Oh yes, Edward, I'm so close, God Edward, I want to cum. Please help me,"

Anything, I whisper, knowing that she can't hear me, but having to say it at the same time.

I couldn't help it, I groaned and let go, I just couldn't hold it back any longer after hearing her moan and beg for me. I came undone completely.

I start trying to think of ways to try to help her, but knowing that there was nothing that I could do. I caught myself whispering to her to just let go. I'm so desperate to watch her orgasm, I need that more than I needed my own. Just as I was about to pull my hair out from frustration it happens. I hear her moan and then I see her bite down hard on her lip probably to keep herself from screaming. I watch as her breathing starts slowing down and a beautiful flush is warming her face.

She then sits up and I hear it. She's giggling and says "holy shit, that was amazing, I am definitely going have to do that more often."

She takes a drink of water from a bottle that is sitting on her bedside table and runs her hands through that amazing hair of hers. I hear the sleepiness in her voice when she lays back down. I know that she is going to nap now and decided that it's time to make my exit.

As I begin to make my way down from my hiding place I hear something else. I don't know if she's asleep yet or if she even realized that she said it, but I did and there was no mistaking what she said. "I love you Edward."

I think that my heart just exploded.

Once I'm back in my car, I begin the struggle of composing myself.

The magnitude of what I uh we had just experienced came crashing down on my chest. I'm pretty sure that if I had stayed much longer I would have been crying like a baby.

I'm not sure why, maybe because that experience was physically intense.

Maybe it was because, I was positive that I had witnessed the woman that I love having the first orgasm of her life.

Wait, what? The woman that I love? How is that possible? I just met her today for Christ's sake. I mean, I knew that I wanted her and at first I thought that it was in a purely physical way.

After witnessing what I just did, I wasn't so sure anymore. I mean the lust that I felt was insane, but then I found myself more concerned with her pleasure than my own; I want to worship her the way that she deserves to be worshiped.

I knew that I only had a few minutes to get it together and get out of my head. I was almost home and I knew that I had to talk to someone. I reluctantly pulled out my phone and called the only person that I thought could help me even if he was last person in this world that I wanted to talk to.

I walked into the house and had intended to make it to the shower before I had to face my executioner. But no, he was waiting on me sitting on the sofa watching football and I couldn't avoid him.

"You look horrible, Ed, are you ok" Emmett asked.

"Yeah, I just spilled some gas on my clothes a few minutes ago, let me go shower and change and I thought maybe we could go get a couple of beers if that's ok with you." "Yeah bro, no problem." He wrinkled his nose at the smell of the gas, that I had intentionally stopped and spilled on my clothes as an excuse for needing yet another shower today.

About 30 minutes later, I was showered and dressed and about to walk into my own personal hell.

"You ready to go?" I ask "Hell yeah" he replies in pure Emmett style.

After about 10 minutes of silence, which is about 9 minutes longer than I expected it to last, he couldn't take it any longer.

"Talk to me Edward, what the hell is going on that is making you even more of a tight ass than usual?" That's Emmett for you, brutally honest and no filter.

I'm beginning to think that this may be a really bad idea. But what the hell else can I do? So I start.

"Well there's this girl."

"I fucking knew it, about damn time Eddie." I was wondering if maybe you are gay.

"WHAT?" I shout, I know that I need to calm down, but really? That's what people think?

"Hey calm down, it wouldn't matter to me if you were" "It just seemed that you were miserable and all that we want is for you to be happy."

"So…. There's this girl. Huh?" "so what's the problem, you like her and what she doesn't like you?"

"No, I don't think that is the problem at all." "Or a least I don't get impression."

"So, is she married?"

"Emmett, please. Do you really think so little of me that I would do that?"

"Well, no, but dude you're not giving me anything to work with here. You got to tell me what it is."

"It's well, it's like this…. She's sort of just turned 17" and "she's Charlie Swan's daughter."

"Shit, no way man" "couldn't you find a safer one like a married woman or a vampire maybe?"

"So not helping Emmett." I said through gritted teeth.

"I know man, I'm sorry I can't help it." "Just wait till Rosie hears this, she's gonna bust something laughing so hard."

"Thanks Em, so glad that I can amuse you both."

"Don't worry bro, we'll figure something out."

A/N

So yeah Eddie has a little problem and no one to turn to but Emmett. This is going to be a bumpy ride.

Oh yeah, I own nothing but a big tree outside by my bedroom window.