The six of us are having an exciting time on the dance floor. Edward, Jasper and Emmett just returned from getting us another round of drinks. In the middle of the crowd, we sway, dance, and groove to the pop music. Alcohol flows through my body.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
The music pumps loudly through my veins.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
Edward dances behind me, grinding to the music. I dance while turning around to face him.
Raising my arms in the air, Edward watches me with lust filled eyes. With my right arm still raised, I lower my left hand placing it on my cheek. Our eyes lock, so I watch as he follows my hand. Leaving my cheek, I caress my neck to the opposite side. It snakes through the valley of my breasts to my stomach where my fingers, previously pointing upward, now face down. I lower my hand ever so slowly to my crotch. At this point, I lower my other arm and place both hands onto my knees and dance to open my legs slightly.
Edwards mouth opens wider. He shakes his head briefly, then steps forward. He takes my hands into his. I relinquish control to see what he dares to do in public. Thrusting them in the air up and over his head he places them behind his neck. He trails his hands slowly down my arm. They graze my breasts with his fingers coming dangerously close to my nipples. Lingering for a moment, they continue to my lower back.
With the beat of the music, he occasionally pulls my body closer so I am flush up against him. I can feel his length and it excites me. The moment he caresses my ass I decide the time has come. I'm ready and assume he is, too.
"I'm going to the restroom. Be back soon," I say to the group. Edward receives a wink, his cue.
Walking away from the dance floor, I make my way towards the dark lit hallway. I wait my turn until the last stall, farthest from anything, is available. I step inside, shut then lock the door, and wait. After all the alcohol, I am feeling tipsy which is helping give me the courage to actually go through with this. I can't believe I am standing in here.
A knock on the door startles me.
"Just a minute," I say.
"Bella, it's me, open up."
As I open the door, he rushes inside with me. "I don't think anyone knows we are in here together." If anyone saw him enter after me, I don't even want to know what they are thinking. Instead, I focus on what we are about to do.
We stand awkwardly for a split second too long. My stomach turns in nervous excitement. A slight feeling of guilt envelopes me so I rush us along.
In my sluttiest voice, I plead, "Edward, just fuck me."
Enough said, he quickly moves into action. Pressing me against the wall, he leans towards me. His mouth attacks mine. He fumbles with lifting my skirt up only to realize there is nothing for him to pull down—I'm not wearing panties. He pulls away with raised eyebrows. I lift them up in front of him. I had taken them off the moment I shut the door when I first arrived. Securing them in a safe place, I tuck them into his pants pocket. It makes me feel even sluttier as if I am giving him a souvenir of our sexual encounter in the club.
"Gah, I feel like a slut." It's true, this feeling. But I didn't mean to verbalize my thought.
"Oh, so you're a slut tonight?" Now that Edward has verbalized it, the idea is actually perfect. I didn't even put it all together until now. Dark and dirty bathroom, quickie sex near a room surrounded by a crowd of drunken patrons, including our friends, listening to the pounding bass of the latest pop dance music. Yeah, I guess I am portraying slutty Bella tonight.
In this moment, I let loose and allow Edward to ravage my body in ways we've never experienced. I pull him to me. His lips crash into mine. Our tounges wrestle for ultimate control. Pulling away, I'm left breathless. He moves to my cheek then earlobe, pausing long enough to pull it between his teeth.
To create a more slutty effect, I release my hair from it's ponytail. It falls to my shoulders. Edward instinctively uses his hand to grab my hair in his hand. He's a bit aggressive pulling it, but it adds to our fuck-me-now fantasy. It makes me want to dominate the movements with our kiss.
My fingers roam down his body and make quick work of undoing his pants. He shimmies them down to his ankles. He doesn't step out of them because that would add more time to this get-in-get-out moment.
Releasing my hair to allow his hands to move under my shirt, he lifts my bra partially over my breasts to gain access to my pert nipples. He kisses down from my lips and continues until his mouth covers my exposed nipple. With one kneading my breast, the other hand roams down my body until it finds the back of my knee. Lifting it my foot smacks the toilet. Realizing I could use it, I place my foot on the throne to aid in my balance.
Edward begins caressing my thigh leading towards my swollen clit. He rubs my moist folds with a purpose. As soon as his fingers slide inside me he says, "Damn, Bella."
That's all Edward could say because I have reached into his boxers and grabbed his thick, hard cock. He steps closer so he can rub it against my slick folds.
"Fuck me! Now, Edward!"
No hesitation, and without warning, he slams into me.
"Gah, ungh, damn," is all I can say.
Pound. Pound. Pound.
His dick pushes into me while matching the pulsating music outside. It makes us feel we are connected to the sounds vibrating through our bodies.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
With each push, he quickens the pace. His thumb flicks at my clit. The heat between us intensifies causing loud moans to escape deep from within me. To silence me his lips slam into mine and he forces his tongue into my mouth. Our kiss deepens just like his dick as it plunges into my core.
"Oh god... almost... there...," I mumble.
"Me too. Cum, Bella. Come on. You can do it." He urges me on.
Just as my body begins to explode, Edward slams so deep. My orgasm is hard and amazing. He grunts with his final thrust then pauses.
Coming down from our amazing sex high, we stand there briefly, holding on to one another. Our breathing is labored and fast.
Realizing we've probably been in here far too long, he helps lower my leg off the commode. We dress quickly and adjust our attire.
My hand reaches for the door, but he stops me. "Uhm, you want to put these on?" My panties are twirling around his finger.
"Yeah, I guess I probably should." I wink as I grab them from him.
After giving each other approving looks, we step out while holding hands and ignore the stares from those waiting in line for a stall. Laughing at the amazing yet absurdity of the experience, we walk out of the restroom and look for our friends.
Hand in hand, we proceed towards the dance floor and search the crowd. They aren't out there, but we locate Alice and Rose sitting at a table towards the back of the club. We join them but it quickly becomes awkward because they are just looking between Edward and me. I shift on my feet hoping they aren't pissed at our tryst.
Rosalie finally speaks but in a serious tone. "The boys are at the bar getting us drinks. My guess is you both could use one." She laughs as she ends her sentence.
A sigh escapes me as Alice chastises her but looks at us with a wicked grin.
Edward leans over and kisses my cheek. He says, "I'm going to join the guys. You want anything?"
"Yes, I'll have a Rum Runner."
As soon as he leaves, I hesitate. Part of me wants to follow Edward because I know what is about to happen, but these girls are my best friends, and are going to hear about it sooner or later. I pull out a chair and sit down. I'm afraid to look at them. But when I finally do, they are all smiles with expectant faces.
I take a deep breath. Before I can say anything, Alice asks, "Did you think about checking your hair?"
"Shit! Oh god, how bad is it?" I jump up prepared to run.
Rose demands I sit back down. After a long pause she says, "Bella, it just looks like sex hair. But being in a club, it works."
Alice says, "She's right. You look sexy and like you just had sex. Just throw it up into a loose ponytail."
After doing so, I just look between Alice and Rose, then squeal. "You guys. Oh my god. Edward just fucked my brains out. It was incredible. And sexy. And damn it was so unlike us but incredibly hot."
We talked a little more about the excitement of this fantasy date and how they would like to be as daring as I have become. The boys soon join us ceasing talks about this fantasy date. We enjoy our night at the club a little longer. When the DJ announces last call for alcohol, we decide to leave to get out ahead of the crowd.
I know Alice and Rose probably told their men where we were. But Edward and I were both surprised when Emmett said, "So Edward, where's the next fantasy date going to be?"
A/N: Next up, Edward. His chapter will be posted in about a week and will be the beginnings of the next fantasy.
Sentence teaser for next chapter: There's no denying that it's been great for me since I love sex.
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