A/N: Here's Edward... getting ready for his date. Little Ashes anyone?
Today is the day. Part of me can't believe our fantasy planned for tonight. It's certainly not something I had in mind the day we began discussing the intent of the fantasy dates. And, I unquestionably would have not come up with this idea on my own. This is all Bella and her fantasy.
I can't believe I agreed to this.
I'm a dude, who enjoys tits and pussy.
Tits and pussy. Tits and pussy. Bella. Tits and pussy. I am not gay. I love women—Bella. I love Bella. I love Bella because she has tits and a delicious pussy.
Finding the guy for tonight proved easier than I expected. Almost too easy. Last week, while in the midst of the best fantasy ever, the bartender completely understood why we started the fantasy dates. He even offered his assistance in creating a future fantasy. As awkward as it may sound, I stopped by the hotel bar after work on Monday in hopes of discussing opportunities with the bartender.
Walking towards the entrance I had second thoughts. What if I told Bella I couldn't find a guy willing to participate? She would never know the difference.
I turned around and stepped up my pace to get to my car. This was a bad idea. Why did I even agree to this? As my hand reached the door handle, I realized I was not being true to my wife. We've been in this from the beginning—coming up with different fantasy ideas. She willingly made out with a girl, all because I asked her to. And here I was, ready to drive away from a potential opportunity to please my wife. Was this what she went through last week while making out with Tanya? Did she have any doubt in the date? Surely, she did, I hoped.
Standing in the middle of the parking lot I glanced around finding no one nearby. Then I looked down where my dick was concealed by my jeans. "Women, you will enter only a woman!"
After my mini pep talk, I walked into the bar with a purpose. I waited for Aro to greet me. After another round of an internal pep talk, I waited for him to come my way to catch up from the last time I was here. After casual chit chat, I finally bit the bullet and asked him the question.
"So, the other day, you mentioned you might be able to assist." I nervously glanced around the bar expecting to see people I knew, but knowing the evening crowd wouldn't arrive for another hour or so.
"Yeah, what do you need?" Aro asked.
"Well, here's the thing..." Before I could continue, my hands became sweaty and my head throbbed from the anxiety of asking him for help. "My wife did an amazing thing for me, and I want to return the favor."
"You need another lady friend?"
"Not exactly."
After filling him in on the need for a male participant—one who shouldn't have sexual expectations, but could handle a little flirting, and possibly a little more—Aro had an idea. Apparently, there was a certain male patron that seemed interested in us.
Aro said, "As a matter of fact, if I remember correctly, he was in the bar when you and your wife were here. And I think he spoke to her at some point that evening. Because, after you both left, he couldn't stop talking about the woman with the long brunette hair and the man that claimed her heart. He seemed almost jealous. Perhaps he would be a willing participant."
Mine! I could feel the jealousy rising as he described another man even remotely interested in my wife. "I'm not sure the jealous type should be involved, but..."
"Jealousy may not have been the right choice of words. I can give him a call. He's a regular here, so I've gotten to know him pretty well."
Not entirely convinced, I hemmed and hawed. Thinking about Bella, and her requested fantasy made me decide to allow Aro to call the guy.
On Tuesday, Aro contacted me. When his name appeared on my cell phone I momentarily thought to ignore it. At the last moment, I picked up the call. He said the guy, Jacob, agreed to be my date for Friday night.
And all I could think about was the fact this was actually happening. But I countered my negative thoughts with those about the idea I was doing this for Bella.
Something weighs heavily on my mind. I keep thinking this date isn't me. But every time I think about it, I also wonder what Bella saw in this date. Does she really enjoy this type of interaction—male-on-male? If so, this is a new side of her that I am learning about. But I also think our fantasy dates have evolved into us trying new things sexually—perhaps things we wouldn't have thought of six months ago. For me, she tried the girl-on-girl kissing and groping. And if I reciprocate, surely the end result for me and Bella will prove to be just as exciting as before.
The elevators will be down the hall, perhaps we could tempt fate again by stopping them. Or, the hotel has a beautiful pool and hot tub area. I can imagine various positions I would like to try in the water.
In the end, it doesn't matter how we get there, as long as tonight Bella is in my arms and I am making passionate love to her as she moans and screams my name. Because that is what this is about. Fantasies that lead to sex. Sex with Bella.
Arriving early, I sit at the bar. Aro greets with my beer of choice, Yuengling. He has gotten to know me well over these few weeks, right down to my favorite beer.
"You ready?" he asks.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Since Aro has offered a listening ear in the past, I continue to ramble more than I should. "I guess I am a little nervous about tonight. I knew of the girl that joined us last week. But tonight, I just don't know. Perhaps I worry he will want to take this further than intended, or what if Bella enjoys this a little too much? You know what I mean?"
And does Aro even care? This is incredibly awkward. It's bad enough Emmett and Jasper know a little bit about my sex life. But a complete stranger? I guess Aro has become somewhat of a friend to me. But still. We hardly know each other.
"I can understand your concerns. We all have them. One little shred of doubt enters the mind and sends us further and further down the spiral we never expected. Listen, between you and me, Jacob was in here earlier expressing similar fears. I personally think once you meet, kick back a few beers and all just enjoy the moment, the evening will be just fine."
But sometimes, that's easier said than done, especially when deep down you know something isn't right.
Sentence teaser for next chapter: All I can do is scream her name.