Chapter 2 ~ The Unexpected
Bella POV
Wow, that was an amazing and extremely powerful dream. I really needed to get laid more often if the best sex I had was in my sleep. My body was still throbbing from the intensity ...and my back was stiff.
Why is my back stiff?
I opened my eyes a tiny slit and squeezed them shut again, as the offending morning sun shot into them and straight to my throbbing head. Just how many jello shots did I have the night before?
Too many, apparently. And now, I have to get up and get ready for class in…
That did it. My eyes shot open and I sat up, or rather sat up more. I was in my computer chair with my monitor still on, but as my eyes tried to focus on the time in the corner, something else caught my attention. I had an unfamiliar chat room on half of my screen, and my eyes widened while my hands came up to cover my mouth in shock.
Grneyeddoc1981: mmm I'll make you come even harder.
BellaNova: you promise?
Grneyeddoc1981: guarantee it.
What the hell is this? I shifted forward slightly in my chair to stand and my eyes widened more as I lowered them to my lap. Beyond my tank top, I was completely naked. I shot up quickly to run into my bedroom to put some pants on. There was no way that I had done what I was thinking right then. I did not do those things! I could barely even say the word 'sex' without laughing and blushing furiously. I would not talk to a total stranger about com … org … cli … that kind of stuff.
7:34 am, the clock in the corner of my screen read. My first class wasn't until ten; plenty of time to make my coffee, take a shower and will away any thoughts of what had not occurred the previous night. It would be like none of it ever happened or so I would try to convince myself.
Nonetheless, as I walked out of my kitchen, my morbid curiosity got the better of me and I went back to the computer with coffee in hand. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. People did that kind of thing all the time, right? Yeah, if their name isn't Bella Swan. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before beginning to scroll up through the conversation. I gasped loudly as I reached the top and began to read. Not only did I initiate it, but…
BellaNova: yeah… reeeeeeeeally horny tonight.
My head fell hard on the desk. This person must think I am a real pervert or something. I am absolutely never drinking again.
Once again, my eyes were drawn back to the screen. It was not me; there was no way it could have been me.
"I like scrubs?" I exclaimed loudly, slapping my hand over my mouth. And he kept talking to me? Well apparently, he had no problem with me being a pervert since he was one as well. Only perverted, lonely and/or ugly men went to those sites when they were desperate for a piece of ass. And knowing my luck, he was all of the above. Yet, was I much better? Not only had I evidently gone to that site the previous night, but I'd talked to a complete stranger about how horny I was, and even instructed him on how to give himself a hand job! I lowered my head and ran my hand though my hair, feeling the flush spread to my cheeks at the thought.
However, I couldn't keep myself from reading it, and even worse, getting turned on by it. I felt a throbbing between my legs as my eyes scanned the filthy things on the screen. And I was getting wet.
I brought my hand down between my legs and began slowly stroking myself through my pants as I read. The more he seemed to tease me, the hornier I was becoming. Was this what it felt like last night?
'put your fingers inside yourself, tell me how wet you really are for my cock', I read and without giving it a second thought I slid my hand inside my pants. I released a soft moan as my fingers ran along my slickened skin and slid one inside. I was certainly no stranger to getting myself off, as I hadn't had a boyfriend since the first year of college, and let's face it, a woman has needs. However, I had never felt myself so wet, and from only reading words on a screen.
fuck yourself with your fingers…
My eyes flickered down to the clock in the corner of the screen again. I still had over an hour before I needed to be showered and out the door.
"Oh, what the hell," I murmured to myself and raised my hips to slide my pants down my legs. I parted them slowly and slid my hand down my abdomen, nearly jumping from my seat from the sensitivity of my skin when I reached my clit. I really was fucking horny. I let out a soft moan as my hand grazed the oversensitive skin and slowly slid two fingers inside of me. My back arched slightly at the sensations that rushed through my body. I'd never gotten so into masturbating but I couldn't say I didn't like it. I opened my eyes to look at the screen and stared at the words again, and began doing as they instructed. Every thrust of my hand sent a shock through my body as my palm struck my clit in quick succession until my head began to lighten with the rush it was giving me. I was so close to my release already when I read the next statement on the screen.
now stop… take your fingers out
Oh no! That was just torturous. I was literally throbbing with arousal and I needed my release so bad. I did as the mystery man said and retracted my fingers, my walls clenching in protest to keep them inside.
"Fuck," I cursed softly, closing my eyes to regain some form of composure. This is insane, why should I be allowing someone else to tell me what to do with my body? Why should it have actually worked? But apparently, it had the night before. I didn't even get off on erotica, as much as Rosalie had tried to shove those books down my throat. She claimed my lack of action in the past few years was nothing short of disgraceful, and I needed to enhance my imagination a little – since I really didn't see the big deal when it came to sex. Sure, it felt good at times, but there was more to life than sex, contrary to what Rosalie believed. College wasn't simply about sex, booze and parties.
Yet the stranger with no face, no voice – nothing more than a screen name of Grneyeddoc1981 was suddenly doing things to me that no man had ever achieved. And now, I was mentally begging for the same thing I had the night before. I needed to... come.
...pinch your clit
Was he insane? As sensitive and swollen as it was? Nevertheless, I did and nearly flew out of my chair. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who could be taught a thing or two about getting himself off. That felt so amazing and had only served to heighten my desire for release. Who is this man and what the hell was he doing in a sex chat if he knew how to work a woman's body like this? There needed to be more men like this in the real world. His teasing continued and my hips squirmed involuntarily in my chair, and when I begged for him on the screen, I found my lips repeating the words.
"Please, fuck me hard."
I was actually relieved when he told me to slide my fingers back inside and imagine that it was him. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I could. I didn't even want to open them and see what he had written next, but I did. When I saw that it told me to stop again, I couldn't do it. I was so close and I just needed to release. So, I ignored the rest and closed my eyes, continuing on and rubbing my palm against my clit until I came.
My head shot up once it subsided. That was it? That was what I made an ass out of myself for and agreed to meet with him again, I noticed as I scrolled down?
...wanna meet again? I'm in LA, so 9 your time?
There was no way in hell that was happening. I couldn't believe I'd made that much of an idiot of myself over that! Jello shots were completely off limits to me from then on. And with that, I turned off my screen and headed for the shower, cursing myself all the way. I would simply forget it ever happened, and no one ever needed to know.
Except me... well, and him, I thought as I tapped my pen between my teeth in Psychology class two hours later, staring at nothing in particular. I hadn't been able to get my mind off the faceless man I knew absolutely nothing about all day. Other than he was online with me the night before, jerking off to my drunken ramblings and bringing something out in me that I would never do in my right mind.
"Miss Swan?" A voice broke me out of my musings and I looked up at the professor, instantly removing the pen from between my teeth and ducked my head to complete the exam. The remainder of the day continued that way with my wandering thoughts, and contemplations. What would happen if I did go back? Have another orgasm that I could give myself alone and go to sleep? Would I even get off again, without alcohol? Doubt it. That was why I was not going back.
Right? I thought to myself in the lecture hall of my Medieval History class an hour later, staring down at my Blackberry. I found the site I was on the night before, and typed in the screen name that had haunted my thoughts all day. Grneyeddoc1981. I looked around innocently as the screen loaded, holding it against the front of my shirt to prevent anyone from seeing. When I looked down again, I began reading his profile. Twenty-eight, not too bad. 'Fan fiction writer who tames lions in his spare time'? The snort that resounded from my restraint to laugh at the absurdity of that line caught the attention of not only the surrounding students, but the professor as well. I bit my lip in embarrassment and set my phone face down on my lap, crouching over my notebook to appear as if I were still taking notes.
After that class, I decided to go home for the day. I was far too distracted by the mystery man, who should have had no impact on my life at all, but instead, was consuming my thoughts. Just forget about it, Bella. This is college, right? Everyone does crazy things in college and never gives it a second thought. So why was it bothering me so much?
I decided to shake it off and hit Starbucks on the way home, and then settle myself into a long hot bubble bath after dinner. And of course, completely forget about Grneyeddoc1981, forget the previous night even happened at all and pull myself together.
Maybe I should just go out tonight and meet up with the girls. That should be a decent distraction.
Yet, as I lay there surrounded by the vanilla scented suds, mindlessly pinching them between my fingertips and flicking them away, I could think of nothing but his words I read that morning. The way they made my body feel, the tightening in the pit of my stomach I was experiencing right then.
Once I stepped out of the tub and finally wrapped my bathrobe around me, I walked out to the front room and tried to ignore the overbearing presence of the machine in the corner of the living room. But I could almost feel the vibrations from the soft humming emitting from it, drawing me in.
No! I scolded myself and continued through to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea.
Settling down onto my couch and sipping the hot beverage, I grabbed my remote and began channel surfing, wondering why of all nights, there was absolutely nothing even minutely interesting on television that evening.
Because most people actually have plans on Friday nights, such as dates and going out and having fun. Not sitting around pondering over some perverted doctor on a despicable website because he's lonely, my inner monologue began again, and I cursed at it.
I was not lonely... I was simply involuntarily solitary. I wasn't the outgoing and jovial person that Alice was, and also not the self-confident and forthright person that Rose was. I was just ... Bella. Plain, ordinary, and uninteresting Bella. And I was completely content with that. Since look what happens when I step out of my comfort zone. I get drunk and masturbate to a computer screen. The same computer screen that I could feel behind me, beckoning me to it.
I glanced at the cable box and read the time. 6:48 pm. Just the thought of even walking over there and sitting in that same chair began sparking my curiosity again, despite my decision to ignore it all. Would he actually be on? Would he be waiting for me, or would he have already found someone else to obtain his pleasures? Was the night before a fluke, a result of the alcohol... or could it possibly repeat itself?
Remember what curiosity did to the cat, Bella?
I let out a frustrated growl, shoving myself off the couch and padding over to my desk. It couldn't hurt to look, and if he was there, I would just log off. As I sat down and turned on my monitor, my eyes focused only on that chat screen that appeared ten times larger than it really was. And as I read through the last few lines again, I felt the heat in my face return and my stomach tightening. I clicked the 'x' in the corner to close out of it; I couldn't do it. That wasn't me at all, so why even pretend that it was?
Because you're 'curious', remember?
Why was my subconscious mocking me? My hand rested on the mouse, my middle finger gliding distractedly up and down the scroll button; there was no way I could do it.
I wasn't a prude; I'd had my fair share of boyfriends in high school but this was something completely different. He was a stranger; albeit one who could work my body with words more than any man ever had with physical touch, but a stranger nonetheless. I should just turn my monitor back off and call it an early night.
6:55
Five minutes to make a decision.
"This is so stupid," I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath and clicking the login link. "Shit! What the fuck is my username and password?"
This is what you get for making stupid decisions like allowing Alice and Rose to drag you out to college parties, where you get blasted, come home and sign up on a sex chat site.
That inner voice was really getting on my nerves.
"Forgot username," I mumbled as I clicked the link, and smacked my forehead. "Duh, Bella! Check your email."
I opened my email, and sure enough, as if there were a neon sign blazing from my screen, there it was.
"Subject: Your Log-in information".
Username: BellaNova
Password: ...
"Bigcocks4me?" I exclaimed, shooting up out of my chair and almost knocking my tea over. "No no no NO!"
I stepped away from my desk, pacing back and forth across the living room. What the hell was my problem last night? I was not that desperate to get laid... or whatever that would be considered. Biting at the tip of my thumb, I stole glances over at the screen on each pass and the clock in the corner grew exorbitantly larger as each minute passed until it finally read...
7:00
Should I or shouldn't I? It wasn't like the guy knew who I was, or that he would even be there in the first place. For all I knew, he was in just as much of a state as I was the night before and wouldn't even remember.
It couldn't hurt to look and see if he was there, right? I sat down again on the edge of my chair and typed in my log in, lingering for a moment over the 'submit' button before finally clicking. As the page loaded, my chest tightened nervously. And sure enough, a pop-up in the bottom corner of the screen confirmed what I was both hoping for and dreading all at once...
Grneyeddoc1981 is online
Shrieking slightly, I closed the page again before it could send the same notification to him. I rested my elbows on my desk, rubbing my hands roughly over my face and into my hair. Just the sight of his screen name sent heat rushing through my body and igniting the throbbing between my legs; remembering the words from that morning. The same words that had been torturing me all day long, even though they had given me a mediocre release, at best. Obviously, I had it in me to talk dirty, since it came through the night before. But could I do it sober?
7:10
What the hell was I waiting for? At the very least, I owed him an explanation, that who he talked to was not truly me at all. And then there was that part of me that almost wanted to get online, to see if it would be anything like what it seemed the previous night, or if it would just be a repeat of that morning. In which case, I would just turn off my computer and delete my account at the earliest possible opportunity. But what if it truly was that fantastic.
The longer you wait, the less likely it is that he is going to be there. If he hasn't left already.
7:12
He's gone; he has to be. Or at the very least, found some other horny woman. Why would any man wait around on someone he's never seen, never met... all to get off? It made absolutely no sense when there were probably thousands of desperate women out there, willing and ready, or he could jerk off to some porn.
7:14
"Fuck it," I grumbled to myself, opening up the website again and logging in before I could change my mind again. If he was there, great. If not, then no big loss, right? I could easily pleasure myself just as well before I passed out; I was certainly worked up enough by then after all the contemplation. My heart began to race as the notification appeared at the bottom of the screen again; he's here.
What do I say? How does one begin these things? 'Hi there, you must be horny, too, so let's get off together?' A million possibilities ran through my mind in the short time that passed until I brought my fingers to the keys and began typing.
BellaNova: Are you there?
The anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach began to form, suddenly very nervous that he wouldn't be. I had given up trying to figure out why I felt that way, why it mattered whether the stranger had waited, and just decided to go with it. My eyes were flickering over the screen aimlessly, until finally, the ring came though.
Grneyeddoc1981: Hi. Was beginning to think you weren't coming.
I bit my lip and tapped my fingers lightly on the keys, contemplating my next statement. It shouldn't be this complicated, Bella. Just let yourself go and type the first thing that comes to mind, I thought to myself and took a deep breath. But nothing came to my mind, and I was beginning to seriously regret logging on when the computer rang again.
Grneyeddoc1981: Are you there?
I smacked my forehead with my hand. Fuck, I was stalling, and of course, he would notice. It wouldn't take him long to realize that I was really not the hot, dirty talking girl he'd chatted with the previous night, and move along. And that would get me nowhere. I was aroused and seriously in need of release. I had to think of something witty and clever, something at least resembling the night before.
BellaNova: Yes, sorry. I got... tied up ;)
Grneyeddoc1981: Mmm you were worth the wait. I've been looking forward to this all day.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, placing my hands over my face and groaned. He had been building this up all day to be a repeat performance, and I didn't know that I was that kind of person without alcohol. And lots of it. How could I ever match up to those kinds of expectations? "Never know until you try."
After my brief mental pep talk, I began typing again.
"Me too. Are you still gonna..." I paused and backspaced before I could finish, and mentally scolded myself for being a chicken shit. I was making it all way harder than it needed to be; they were just words on a screen, right? "Just do it!"
BellaNova: Me too. Are you still gonna keep your promise?
Grneyeddoc1981: Have every intention of it. I want to hear you screaming all the way in Chicago.
I was surprised to find my hips unconsciously rocking in my chair in response to his words. I actually wanted it more than I thought possible. I could feel my body responding to him already and as unnerving as it was, it sent a thrill of excitement through me that I'd never felt before as well.
BellaNova: This is all I've thought about
Grneyeddoc1981: Fuck. You don't know how hard that makes me.
My eyes closed and I moaned softly, feeling the heat rush from my neck and down my chest until finally settling in my stomach. If someone seated right in front of me had said that, I would have thought he was a complete pervert and probably smacked him before walking away. Yet, seeing the words written there on the screen was even more enthralling than what I had experienced just that morning. Actually seeing 'Grneyeddoc1981 is typing' at the bottom of the screen, added yet another facet to the already complex experience for me. And I wanted more.
BellaNova: Tell me.
Grneyeddoc1981: I wish I could show you. I wish you were right here, spread open in front of me, your beautiful pink pussy wet and ready for me.
Holy. Fuck. I was actually beginning to see the appeal to it all. It was a freeing feeling to be able to say or do anything that was on your mind, or in your wildest, kinky desires. You could be completely unabashed and open, and who was going to judge you? And the person at the other end could be anything you wanted, anything you could possibly fantasize. Even the filthy things that were coming from his fingertips were more incredibly sexy and arousing than anything I had ever imagined.
I broke out of my musings, realizing that he was still waiting for a response, but what could I possibly reply to something like that, other than...
BellaNova: Oh God.
Grneyeddoc1981: Do you like that?
BellaNova: Yes. Tell me more.
I watched the screen, anxiously anticipating his response. My body was humming with arousal and I untied my robe, letting the fabric fall aside and feeling the cool breeze from the ceiling fan ghost over my heated skin.
Grneyeddoc1981: I would run my hands up and down your thighs and watch as goose bumps spread across your skin. Where do you want my hands?
I felt my face flame as I imagined everywhere I ached to be touched at that moment, and how difficult it was for me to put it into words.
BellaNova: On me.
Grneyeddoc1981: Where?
Just let go of all of your inhibitions and enjoy it, I told myself, licking my lips and reclining more in my chair to position myself more comfortably.
BellaNova: Inside of me.
Grneyeddoc1981: Fuck. I bet you feel so good. And taste even better.
"Oh Jesus," I breathed out loud, my head falling back slightly and my muscles in my legs tightening in response. My hips thrust forward as my hand rose to my breast, massaging it gently and causing a soft moan to emit from my body.
Grneyeddoc1981: Do you want me to taste you?
BellaNova: Yes
Grneyeddoc1981: Tell me. Tell me where you want my mouth.
Jesus. I could literally feel my heart pounding in my chest. It's now or never.
BellaNova: I want your mouth on my pussy.
Grneyeddoc1981: That's my good girl. Imagine me between your legs, my hot breath against your skin, my tongue reaching out to taste you. I bet you're fucking delicious.
I groaned again as my hand trailed down my body, causing it to shudder from the sensations raging inside me. I teased the skin along my inner thigh, reeling in how aroused I already was without even the slightest brush against where I needed it most... where I was envisioning him.
Grneyeddoc1981: Are you touching yourself?
BellaNova: yes
Grneyeddoc1981: Good. Rub your fingers around your clit and imagine it's my tongue. Are you wet?
My hand finally rested between my legs as I enacted the movements he had just described and I gasped sharply at the shock it sent through me. The lust I felt trumped anything I could ever recall feeling at any point in my life. No man had ever affected me that way and it was unnerving, but at the same time, invigorating.
BellaNova: fuck yes
Grneyeddoc1981: Tell me how I feel.
BellaNova: amazing
Grneyeddoc1981: Put your fingers in that wet pussy and tell me how I make you feel.
Just as I had that morning, I followed his words exactly and slid my fingers along my slick skin, groaning loudly as they entered me. My breaths were coming in pants as they moved deeper until my back arched when they filled me completely and my palm rested on my swollen clit, pressing firmly against it. I was so aroused that it almost felt as if I could orgasm right then from that slight touch. What the hell was he doing to me and why the fuck was I complaining? I began to type back to him with my free hand; I didn't want the feeling to stop.
BellaNova: fuuuck you feel so fucking good
Grneyeddoc1981: Slide your fingers in and out. Tell me how wet you are.
BellaNova: oh so wet
Grneyeddoc1981: Oh God. I wish I could see it.
And at that moment, I truly wished he could, too. The thought of someone watching me right then was strangely erotic, but not just anyone.
Him.
The man on the screen bringing me to new heights of pleasure without the use of his own body or even his voice. My body began trembling as I curled my fingers inside of me, inching myself closer to release.
Grneyeddoc1981: Are you close?
BellaNova: yes
Grneyeddoc1981: Imagine my tongue flicking your clit while I fuck you with my fingers
Grneyeddoc1981: Can you feel me?
BellaNova: Yes
Grneyeddoc1981: How close are you now?
BellaNova: so close. please.
Grneyeddoc1981: Flatten your palm over your clit and rub.
I breathed out shakily when the heel of my palm came in contact with the swollen skin once again and I rubbed firmly, building myself up to that peak. I almost refused to open my eyes again to look at the screen when I heard it ring again, but once I did, I couldn't regret it.
Grneyeddoc1981: Move your hips, imagine you're fucking my face. I want you to come. I need you to come.
BellaNova: oh God. I'm coming
Grneyeddoc1981: That's it. Come all over me, baby.
My entire body froze as the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced washed over me, my eyes rolling back and I screamed. I actually fucking screamed while coming. Aftershocks raged through me with every touch as my hips thrust against my hand. And as I began coming back down, I was stunned speechless. It wasn't a fluke, it wasn't a one-time thing. And it certainly wasn't because I was drunk. It was something about the man himself and his words that got me so incredibly aroused, leaving me coming apart at the seams and then craving more. I had never been so eager for anything before, and yet, even as I was still coming down, I was anxious for the next time.
Next time? I asked myself, staring up at the ceiling. Would there be a next time? Should there be a next time? I listened to my pulse pounding in my ears and felt my body relaxing into my chair more. The satiation I was experiencing at that moment was indescribable, I would be insane not to want it again... but would he?
BellaNova: You certainly don't disappoint, doc...
Grneyeddoc1981: Nor do you, BellaNova :)
BellaNova: Just Bella. My name is Bella.
I waited a moment for him to respond, unsure of whether he might find that too personal. Wasn't the appeal to the entire thing the anonymity, the unknown? What if it scared him off? Well, too late to take it back now.
Grneyeddoc1981: Bella, huh? Didn't expand much for the screenname.
My eyes narrowed slightly and I pursed my lips, immediately beginning to type roughly on the keyboard.
BellaNova: Oh and I'm guessing that you don't have green eyes then?
I drummed my fingers on the desk, waiting for his response and brought my other hand up to rest my chin upon it.
Grneyeddoc1981: Touché. haha I'm Edward.
My lips quirked into a small smile. Edward. An atypical name for an atypical man, and one with a sense of humor, as well. I wasn't sure what else to say to him at that point, but I also did not want him to leave, yet. What if it's the last time I talk to him, the last time I feel anything like this? Simple... I just couldn't let that happen.
BellaNova: Well, Edward... would you like to do this again?
Grneyeddoc1981: Say when.
I thought for a moment, pondering whether I could wait another twenty-four hours. Damn Bella, what has gotten into you? When did you suddenly become a nympho?
Since Grneyeddoc1981... Edward... entered my life.
BellaNova: Now.