Happy BD2 Day, everyone.
Chapter 19
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"So how's the sex?" Alice asks over our usual lunch. "I noticed you aren't waddling anymore. Edward must be huge because you were walking like a cowgirl for weeks. And did you ever get to finish the beej? I told you about the relaxation techniques for your throat."
"Oh my god, Alice," I sputter. "You know this makes me uncomfortable."
"Like having a huge cock in your throat?"
I choke on my chicken finger. Seriously, how am I going to fit Edward in there?
"Speaking of choking, do you actually choke on it? Choking can be good, Jasper actually likes the feeling when I gag on-"
"How about you stop talking about sex? People can hear you." Seriously, Alice has the most random comments. Well, I guess they're not so random...they're usually about sex or law. And it's so nice to know that if I'm choking that she'll be on hand with the latest sexual techniques and not the Heimlich maneuver. I can die while demonstrating the perfect hand job.
"So what? Exhibitionism is cranking up my sex life with Jasper. Did I tell you what we did on your desk? Banner almost caught us. So hot," she sighs.
I make a mental note to burn my desk. I still can't sit on my couch because I'm sure they defiled that the last time they were over. Though I know it's not scientific thought, there aren't enough cleaning fluids in the world to sanitize Jasper's, er...fluids.
"Geez. Weren't we talking about midterms before you segued right into dick?"
"You need to segue your mouth onto Edward's dick. Poor boy needs some mouth love. And don't discount the excitement of almost getting caught in public. Jasper just acts like no one is around. It makes me so horny. Unf, Jasper."
Gag. I don't tell her that Jasper probably thinks his invisibility spell is cloaking their acts of depravity. She doesn't need to know that she's falling for a twenty-four year old Potterphile. I'll let her figure that out when she's honeymooning in the Slytherin Suite at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
She takes out her phone and sends a text to Jasper - I would assume. I don't ask, and she doesn't tell. He does the same thing whenever I see him. He's probably working on a dirty text app as we speak. What a perfect match.
At least their kids will have a strong sense of "whimsy" (I'm being polite) to balance out Alice's tenacious personality. And they'll be total geniuses. Like my kids with Edward. They would look just like him and be brilliant. And Edward would be the DILFiest DILF ever. I'd have to beat off all the baseball moms with his bat. Whores.
"Bella?" Alice interrupts my inner monologue. Thankfully. I was getting a bit out of control.
"Huh?"
"Where did you go right now?"
"Oh...um, I was just thinking about the first game on Saturday. Seth is really excited." Like I'm going to tell her I'm having domestic fantasies about my boyfriend of a month. Pathetic.
"Right. I saw that lip bite. I know you weren't thinking about Seth."
Busted. Alice is too perceptive. I grin, and shrug.
"Whatever. I have a really hot outfit to wear to the game," she says, holding out her phone. The picture shows her in an outfit that barely covers her nipples. Awesome. Although Alice can probably pull it off without looking tacky.
"You're going? And in an outfit sluttier than that whore Angi?"
"With an 'i,' " we both say automatically. That's our new catch phrase since I told her about that incident and how she got kicked out of school for banging the dean's underage son. The pics were all over facebook and twitter.
That was good times.
"Of course. Would I miss Jasper's coaching debut?"
"Right." I stifle a laugh. Alice doesn't know that Jasper's athletic prowess consists entirely of fucking her in crazy positions.
"And I hear that the other coaches are super hot and fill out their track pants," she adds with a giggle.
"Shut up!" I slap her hands down as she makes a crude gesture as to Edward's size.
"Fine. I was just joking," she protests.
"And he's more like this," I say, pantomiming his size like it's a foot-long sub sandwich. Obviously it's not that big, but it's way more filling. I just need to learn how to swallow it.
We both snort and finish our lunch so I can get to work. Apparently I need to create a chemical solvent to eradicate Jasper and Alice's sex cooties in my office. Dr. Banner probably wouldn't appreciate a cleansing fire.
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"So you and Coach Edward are boyfriend and girlfriend now?" Seth asks after I've explained our situation. Edward holds my hand as I keep squeezing it over and over in my nervousness. I've been putting this off, not knowing what to say. But Edward has been around so frequently that I have to do something.
"Yes, Sweetie. Are you okay with that?" I ask, worried. If Seth has a problem with us, I don't know what I'll do. I had resigned myself to being alone until he was in college or my vadge dried up completely and fell off.
"And you can come over and play with me and teach me new pitches and do stuff?" he says to Edward.
"Yeah, if that's okay with you," he replies.
"No, it's not okay," he says. My face falls until he exclaims, "It's really great! Now I have someone to do guy stuff with. Like Riley has his dad and Jasper! They don't get grossed out when I scratch my balls." His smile is huge as he fist bumps Edward.
"Oh..." I don't know what to say. I'm sort of overwhelmed at how thrilled he is to have a man in his life. I really hope nothing fucks this up. For both our sakes. There are strong feelings involved. Seth's and mine. And I don't want anyone to get hurt.
It would be nice if I got a break for once. My life hasn't exactly been carefree.
"Are we done talking? Because I have to get my uniform ready for tomorrow. You know how it is, Edward. My cleats need to be cleaned, and I need to check my bag," he says as he gets up from the couch. "You're going to oil my glove, right?"
"Yeah, Buddy. Bring it to me." He laughs. He turns to me when Seth bounds up the stairs. "So that wasn't so bad. Did you think he was going to have a tantrum or something?"
"I, uh. I don't know? Like I've had this conversation before." I slap my hands on my hips. Edward grabs my hands and puts them on his thighs. Ooh, much better. I can feel his quads clenching as I squeeze all the way up to the very promising bulge in his jeans.
"You did fine." He leans in to kiss me. "And right now what you're doing is fucking awesome."
"Here," Seth calls out as his glove flies onto the couch between the two of us. Nice aim. "Sorry. Were you rubbing out a cramp in Edward's leg? You better take care of that, Bella. If you leave it alone, it really hurts. Right, Edward?"
"Yeah, Bella. I need you to rub that out right away. You don't want me to be in pain, do you?" he chokes out, trying not to laugh.
I sock him when Seth goes back upstairs. "Perv!"
"Ouch. That's my throwing arm. Do you want me not to play next week?"
I get serious because I know he's starting his season. And he'll be at games and traveling for most of the next four months. Mostly without me. But I can't think about all the opportunities he'll have to meet other women who'll be throwing themselves at him. I need to trust him. I sigh. "I want you to play. I just want you to play with me more." I lean over and rub him through his jeans. "I've been watching some porn...I think I can take it all this time," I whisper in his ear. I can feel him shift and swallow.
"Fuck."
"After." I lick his jaw.
"Damn. Hey Seth!" Edward yells up the stairs. "You need to get to sleep right away. You need your rest for the game."
"Okay, Edward," he calls down. "Are you going to bed, too?"
"You better believe it. As soon as you're asleep."
" 'night, Edward, Bella. Love you."
"Love you, too," I say, looking at Edward.
"Love you," he says quietly.
I'm not sure if he's talking to me or Seth. But the look in his eyes lets me know he's going to show me how he feels.
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"So Tyler can't make it today," I tell Emmett. "I called his mom and she said his dad won't bring him because it's his weekend, and also he's pissed because she wouldn't put his last name on his jersey."
"What the fu-I mean eff?" Emmett yells, stopping and looking around the dugout before cursing loudly. "He fucking can't bring his kid?"
"I don't get it, either. Apparently the dad is jealous of the new boyfriend."
"Fucking divorce sucks," he says, looking at Riley warming up with Seth. "Seth is going to have to pitch."
"What? That's a lot of pressure for him."
"I've been working with him, Bella. He'll be fine. Emmett and I were both pitching at his age. You know he's a natural," Edward assures me.
"Okay. If you're sure."
"He's the best on the team. I was only going to start Tyler because he's older and more experienced," Emmett says, erasing the line up on his whiteboard.
"I'll go tell him," Edward says.
I watch him tell Seth, who fist pumps and runs over to the bullpen and immediately starts throwing strikes to the catcher who is barely holding his crouch due to his small stature and the weight of his gear. Poor kid is going to topple over if Seth throws any harder.
So much for nerves. The kid is a natural.
"That kid is a stud. I call dibs on being his agent, Bella," Emmett calls out.
"Alice can be his lawyer," Jasper offers. I guess they finally made it to the game. I don't ask why they're late. It's probably not fit for little ears. Or mine.
"Nice of you to show up, Coach," Emmett says.
"I, um, Alice, was giving me a..."
"Pep talk?" I offer.
"Yeah," Jasper replies gratefully.
Emmett snorts. "So that's what the kids are calling it these days. I sure could use a 'pep talk.' It's been a while," he mutters.
"No more baseball groupies since you retired, Emmett?" Jasper retorts.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Jasper? I never had groupies."
"Not according to my sister. That's why she left you."
"I. Never. Touched. Anyone." Emmett pokes Jasper in the chest. "I was faithful to Rose. Still am. You want to check my blue balls?"
"Hey guys, this isn't the place for this discussion," I call out.
"Dad, we're playing with blue balls?"
"See?" I say. "Save it for later." I walk Riley out of the dugout and towards the field.
Both guys mutter and walk away before a fight breaks out. Good thing. Besides devastating the boys, Emmett would kill Jasper quicker than an Avada Kedavra.
I mean, he hasn't perfected his protective spells yet.
I hurry over to Edward who is watching Seth warm up and giving him pointers.
"Edward," I hiss, "keep Jasper away from Emmett. They almost got into a fight."
"Jasper? Did he ask about wearing the quidditch robes again? I thought we settled that."
I'd laugh if this whole situation wasn't so shitty. "No. He brought up Emmett cheating on Rosalie."
"Oh fuck."
"I know. Emmett was very upset. I guess he didn't do it." I shrug my shoulders.
Edward turns to me and holds me by my elbows. His gaze is intense. "Bella, you know that Cullens don't cheat, right? Ever. When we fall in love, it's forever."
I gulp. He leans his forehead against mine. He knows I love that. He must know that I love lots of things about him.
Like all of him. And suddenly I know I need to tell him.
"Edward...I -"
"Hey, break it up," Emmett calls out. "Not all of us are young and in love. Some of us are old and lonely."
I almost yell at him in frustration, but I can hear the heartbreak in his voice. Edward eyes search mine and he says, "Later. You can tell me later. Because we have all the time in the world."
"I'm going to need every second."
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A/N: I know. I'm sorry. I have no excuses. I have outlined the last chapters, so I know where this is going.
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Cosmogirl read this on her mini iPad during her 43784534th screening of BD2. While crying. So I owe her big time.
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