Chapter 14
When our grounding was finally over, Bella and I were excited to spend time together outside of school again. And by that I mean I was excited to see her boobs again! Still not allowed to have a girl in my room, we went to the movies to make out, as cliché as it sounds. It sucked to have to spend so much money to have some privacy – and I use that word loosely because the theatre was never empty - but desperate times called for desperate measures. And trust me, I was desperate.
It was in the back row of Cinema Six on a Friday night when I first put my hand down Bella's pants. Well, technically it was up her skirt, but you know. Whatever.
Our make-out session started before the previews were even over. What? We had to make the most of our time together. My hand was on her thigh while we were kissing. First my thumb started stroking, then I slowly slid my hand up and down the smooth contour of her leg. With each pass I went a little higher up until I was brave enough to venture a hand under the hem of her skirt. There was no resistance so I slid my hand all the way up until I came in contact with her panties. They were warm and I could feel wetness through the thin material.
Instant wood.
As I toyed with the edge of her underwear Bella moaned into my ear.
"Please." She begged.
Begged, people!
"Here?" I looked around us. We were the only ones in the back row; the next group of people was four rows in front of us.
Bella responded, nodding her head, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
I hesitated for a moment wondering if I should wash my hands first. Dad had said never to use butter as a lubricant and I had butter fingers from the popcorn. I wondered if that only pertained to backdoor play? And why couldn't you use butter? Would it cause some kind of reaction? Give her a rash? I suspected a rash down there wouldn't be very comfortable. Or maybe-
"Please, Edward?" Bella uttered again, and I threw caution to the wind and went for it. I'd buy her hydrocortisone cream if she needed it later.
Obviously I had no idea what I was doing, so I took cues from Bella. And, as it turned out, I didn't suck at it! Well, initially I did but since that night I like to think I've learned a few things
God, the first time I gave Bella an orgasm I wanted to fist pump the air. Although, I could have used a fist pump of another variety because I had some serious blue balls. I debated going to the restroom to relieve the pressure but jerking off in a public washroom is really nasty. What I mean is that I assumed it would be nasty. Not like I'd done that before. Okay, I did it once. It was a matter of life or death, I can assure you.
Of course, I had to write in my journal after I my first experience down south.
At the movie tonight I touched Bella down there
For the record, she does have hair
It started with my hand on her hip
Then my fingers took a little dip
She was warm and wet and oh my God!
I can't wait until I can plunge in my rod
At this point I'd settle for a little rub
And not my own hand wrapped around my chub.
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A week later I got my wish, this time in the back row of Cinema Two. We were actually watching the movie when Bella leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Would you like to get off?"
"Hell, yeah!" I didn't care that someone a few rows ahead of us shushed me. I had my button undone and my zipper pulled down in three seconds flat. Bella looked at me incredulously.
"Uh, I asked if you wanted some pop."
I looked at her blankly. "Pop?"
"Soda, ya know? I asked 'would you like some pop.'"
I blushed, big time. "Well, this is a little embarrassing."
Before I could zip myself up, Bella had her hand in my pants.
Into my Spiderman undies; wrapped around me.
Stroking.
GAH! Best thing ever!
Seriously- for someone who didn't have a penis she was doing a fantastic job of getting me off.
For the love of all things holy, it was the best moment of my life so far.
We (I) should have thought a few minutes (14 seconds) ahead. We didn't have any napkins to clean her hand or myself. I apologized, but Bella smiled deviously as she simply wiped her hand on the empty seat next to her. Kind of made me wonder what we were sitting on. But really, I was just coming- pun intended- off a high and couldn't care less.
When I got home I was over the moon excited, but I managed to calm myself down long enough to write about it.
Tonight, Bella jerked me off at the movie
It sure as hell was more than groovy
It's amazing not come by your own means
Which is a lot when you're fifteen
I couldn't help myself and just let loose
Bella's hand was covered in my love juice
She was totally cool about it though
Wiped off her hand and went back to watching the show.
I wouldn't recommend sitting in the back row of cinema two
Unless you want to risk sitting in my goo
If only we had alone time we could fuck
It'll never happen with my bad luck
Mom or Dad would probably walk in
And tell me I'm going to hell for my sin.
I'd go to hell and back for Bella
Cause I'm a nice kind of fella.
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A week later I was recanting my statement. I'm not a nice guy, because I was going to kill Jasper. I fucking hate him. Hate! Him!
Saturday night, we – Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Bella and I - were sitting around talking and stuff. Mom, Dad, and Jake were at a movie. I hoped they weren't anywhere near the back row of Cinema Two – now that would be awkward! Not to mention gross! There was no point in us kids pairing off and going up to our rooms because mom called pretty much every five minutes and demanded to speak to each of us every time she called. Sneaky woman.
Out of the blue, Jasper asked if anyone had read any good books lately. I just thought he was being weird, trying to impress Alice- because we all know Jasper doesn't read books unless there are naked pictures in them.
Never in a million years did I anticipate what came next.
"I stumbled across this little gem, and it's probably the most profound poetry I've ever read."
I was still clueless at that point…until I saw my journal in his hands.
My heart started pounding in my chest and all I could think was surely Jasper wouldn't be that cruel. He wouldn't reveal my private thoughts to the girl I was head over heels in love with. My brother – step or not - wouldn't be that much of a douchebag.
I was wrong.
"Here's one of the first poems. 'Tonight I got caught jerking off. All because I didn't hear my mother knock. Now my sister wants her lotion back but I need it when I have the urge to whack.'"
Emmett, Alice and Bella looked confused but knowing the back-story Rosalie snorted out a laugh. I sat there, frozen. Like an idiot I did nothing, because I was in complete shock.
Jasper continued.
"This afternoon I saw Bella at the store. I should have run right out the door. I went and messed everything up by telling her to buy the Diva Cup. If only I had flirted, instead she thinks I'm perverted and thinks my nickname is Tampon, God I'm such a moron. One day I'll get my shit together and tell her I want her for forever.'"
Jasper put his hand over his heart mocking me. "Aww, Eddie, isn't that's so special."
I lunged at him but he held my journal out of reach and continued reading, much to my horror.
"Settle down, Tampon. Here's another. 'Mom was right - kissing is quite fun -until you're caught by a man with a gun. I can't wait until Saturday to do it again. Now I have to jerk off my balls are in pain.'"
Alice was literally rolling on the floor laughing her ass off.
I was frozen like an idiot; unable to do anything. I was surprised that Rosalie intervened on my behalf. "Jazz, don't do this."
"Wait, wait! It only gets better! Shhh! Check this out. 'I have to tell you - your breasts are the best. Seriously, way better than all the rest. Not that I've touched all that many. Truthfully, besides my mom's, there haven't been any.' And another good one here. 'Her breasts are still pretty fucking great and left me in quite a state. Made all the worse by the tight ass jean, they certainly weren't made for an erect peen. Don't worry when I got home I rubbed one out, pppffff, like you had any doubt.'"
Jasper only stopped reading because he'd dissolved into a fit of laughter. I was in a fit of rage. I threw myself at him, knocking him to the ground and repeatedly threw punches at his ugly face, screaming more obscenities. Unfortunately, my brother was bigger and stronger than me and he pushed me off like I weighed nothing, knocking me backwards on my ass as I tried to catch myself on my newly healed (but still sore) wrist.
Bella came to my rescue, offering her hand to help me up. Although I appreciated the gesture, it made me look like a fucking pussy and Jasper laughed harder.
"I hate you, Jasper! I fucking hate you!"
I screamed at him like I was six years old and ran up to my room, slamming and locking my door behind me. Crumbling to the floor, I hugged my knees to my chest and sobbed. I really was a fucking pussy.
After I stopped crying I was pissed. Jasper made me look like an idiot in front of everyone. They all laughed at me.
And poor Bella – she was the reason behind my words; I bet she was totally embarrassed. I wasn't sure which was worse – being mortified in front of Bella, or being betrayed by my own brother.
When there was a knock on my door I told whomever it was to fuck off.
"Edward, it's me. Let me in."
It was Bella's soft voice that came from the other side of the door. I couldn't stomach facing her.
"Go away, Bella. Please. I just want to be alone."
"Edward, I want to talk to you."
"I'm not in the mood to talk."
"Please?"
I shook my head. "Please, just go away."
It took another five minutes before I heard her give a heavy sigh and then footsteps leading her down the hall. I cried after she left, knowing that the girl I really cared for – maybe loved – knew what a loser I really was.
If I ever got my journal back I was going to burn it. Something that was once a comfort to me only brought embarrassment and shame. I was a fool for keeping it in the first place.
Fuck Jasper for invading my privacy. Fucking asshole had better watch his back, because revenge was going to be sweet.
There was another light rap on my door.
"Edward? It's Emmett. I know you probably don't want to see me right now but just listen, okay? I'm sorry – for laughing. I had no idea those poems were from your private journal. I'm really sorry for acting like an ass."
With that, he left. His apology didn't even make me feel marginally better. I still felt like a moron.
Soon after Emmett left, there was yet another knock on my door, and that time it was Mom and Dad asking to come in.
"Can't everyone just leave me alone?"
"Edward, honey, let us in. We want to know what's going on."
I snorted but refused to open the door.
"Ask Jasper. He's got the big mouth."
"Well, unfortunately, he's got a bag of peas on his face after Bella apparently punched him."
"Wh-what?" I didn't know if I should be happy that she got him back or more embarrassed the my girlfriend defended my honor because I was too much of a wimp to do it myself.
"Open the door and we'll talk."
With reluctance, I opened the door and my parents came in. Mom sat beside me on the bed while Dad moved the clothes off my desk chair and sat down there.
"Can you tell us what happened?" Mom asked as she lightly rubbed my back in comfort.
"Jasper's an asshole, that's what happened. He stole my journal and read parts of it out loud to everyone. Everyone! I had personal things written in there, very personal. About Bella, ya know? Things I didn't want her to know. Well, she sure knows now!"
"On behalf of Jasper, I'm sorry. What he did was wrong." Dad apologized for his son.
"And he will be punished." Mom added.
I looked up at her, tears stinging my eyes.
"Mom, I was so embarrassed. All the punishment in the world doesn't take away from that."
"I know it doesn't, sweetie. But if it makes you feel better, we walked into Bella giving not only Jasper, but everyone, a severe tongue-lashing. That was after she decked Jasper. Rumor has it she actually knocked him to the ground."
I gave a small smile.
"I hope it leaves a scar. But I…I don't know if I can ever face Bella again."
"Well," Dad said with a small smile. "She wants to see you; she's been waiting to talk to you. Can we send her in?"
I nodded. Dad ruffled my hair and Mom pressed a kiss to my head, murmuring that she loved me. As they left, Bella walked in.
"Hi."
I gave a wave. "Hey."
"Is it okay if I come in?"
I shrugged. "If you don't mind the mess or being with a loser."
"I don't care – on both accounts."
"Try not to step on any socks," I warned.
Bella sat down beside me and handed me my journal.
"I thought you'd want this back."
I glared at the book as though the whole situation was its fault. I took my journal into my hands, running my fingertips over the embossed cover then through my hair. I wasn't sure where to start. I figured an apology was the best place.
"Bella, I'm so sorry. About the things I wrote about you in here. I never meant to embarrass you. Hell, had I known tonight was going to happen I wouldn't have written that stuff in the first place."
"Edward, why are you sorry? Jasper read your private journal to everyone; he's the one who needs to apologize."
"But the things I wrote about you were inappropriate and crude."
Bella reached for my hand.
"The poems were cute and sweet and funny as hell."
"Really? You liked them?"
She nodded. "Besides, I had no idea guys jerked off so much." Bella bumped her shoulder into me as she teased.
"Seriously, sometimes it's multiple times a day. The socks on my floor are proof."
I saw her wrinkle her nose in apparent disgust but she made no attempt to leave my side.
"Did you mean what you said, though, Edward? That you'd want me for forever?"
I hung my head down because it felt almost stalker-ish; possessive. But it was the truth.
"Yeah, I think I do. I really like you. I may even more than like you, even though I'm not sure what being in, uh, more than like feels like."
I didn't want to say 'love' and scare her away but I hoped Bella knew what I was trying to say.
Instead, she smiled at me and laced her fingers with mine. "Whatever this is between us, I like it. If I had to guess, I'd say this is what more than like feels like."
I had to admit it felt pretty damn good.
"How's your hand?" I asked quietly.
"Better than your brother's face." She held it out to me as proof that she was okay, huge grin on her face.
"Since you defended my honor, does this officially make you my girlfriend?"
Bella snorted softly. "Edward, the things we've done together, like, you know stuff, I think that makes me your girlfriend."
"Cool." I grinned. "Sorry, I had to ask, we never really established that."
"Maybe we should make it official then," Bella suggested.
Remember we were alone in my room so when I got the (wrong) idea in my head, I ran with it.
"Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to." I asked with trepidation, almost scared to hear Bella's reply. I thought it was time but I certainly didn't want to pressure Bella into anything she wasn't ready for.
Bella nodded shyly, biting her lip.
"Okay, let's do it then." I suggested.
"Okay."
I rapidly started taking off my clothes. Bella stared at me wide eyed. Although I said I'd be okay if she backed out, I really, really wanted to do it.
"Oh, sorry, did you want to undress me?"
"Umm…I meant to make it official to our friends." She showed me her iPhone.
"You want to video it? Okay!"
Bella shook her head and chuckled. "I meant by changing our relationship status on Facebook."
"Oh."
I shrugged. I guess that was just as good.
Bella logged onto the website and clicked the button that said she was in a relationship. To make it official, she tagged me in the post.
Me! Edward 'The Tampon' Cullen was Bella 'Holy Shit She's Hot' Swan's boyfriend!
Using my phone I quickly accepted the tag before she could change her mind.
"It's official. You're my girlfriend and now my 23 friends know it. I'm so glad you're hot."
Bella laughed. "Thanks."
We sat side by side on my bed, me with a stupid grin on my face.
"So, I was wondering, did you want some help in planning your revenge?" Bella asked.
I grinned. "Hell, yes."
"Let's do it. But first-" Bella leaned over and kissed me – a slow, deep, totally inappropriate kind of kiss that my parents would have disapproved of. It was awesome. "Let's take advantage of the fact that I'm allowed in your room and we're completely alone. And since you're so upset and Jasper's in your Dad's office getting in shit, let me console you a bit more."
Know what I loved more than the devious look on her face? She liked to console by dry humping! Holy shit!
And because old habits are hard to break, I continued the tradition of writing a poem.
My brother is a total ass
Who lacks any sort of class.
But my girl has my back
And got in a good smack.
She knocked Jasper to the ground
My Bella doesn't fool around.
Well, she does with me
And there's one thing she and I agree
Our new favorite thing to do is dry humping
Love our hips and groins bumping.
And we've plotted our sweet revenge
Jasper's wrong doings we will avenge
It's going to be epic, just wait and see
I'm getting him back for embarrassing me.
A/N: I recently had one of my stories removed by this site. Bummer. I don't know if this story is safe or not. I assume it is since they target sexy times and this boy wouldn't know what sexy was if it hit him in the face BUT if it disappears, I have an account at Twifictionpad dot com under this same pen name. Find me there or PM me and I will link you.
And for those of you asking - this story 21 chapters (all pre-written and beta'd already) plus one really short epilogue.
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Special thanks to Lolo84, MapleStyle and Capricorn75 for pre-reading and Beta-ing.