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"So have you called him yet?" Alice asks while we eat our usual lunch in the cafeteria. I know she's not talking about Edward.
"Um..." I reply, sheepishly.
"Don't get me wrong, I think Phil can go fuck himself with a bat, but I know how you've been feeling. And I don't have to raise a kid without a father."
"I know how it feels to be abandoned by your father and mother. I just don't know how it feels for one of them to want to come back and make it up to you. I don't want to ruin his chance to have a normal life."
"He has a 'normal' life, Bella. You've made sure of that."
"I've tried my best..." I trail off, not wanting to cry again. I've been so emotional lately. It could be from my period though, or the fact I haven't had sex with Edward in almost a week. The lack of orgasms makes me weep. Stupid College World Series. Why do they have to keep winning games? The sucky teams are done with baseball already.
"Just weigh your options and make an informed decision. You went over your rights with the lawyer I recommended. And we also discussed Esme's solution-"
"Yeah, and I don't want her arrested," I say, laughing. Esme's "solution" consisted of Phil disappearing - and not with one of Jasper's vanishing spells.
"Okay, so think on it. And let's talk about something more fun. Did I tell you about the vacation Jasper planned for us? We're going to Orlando to that theme park that has the wizards he likes."
"You're seriously going there?" I know Alice puts up with Jasper's "quirks" - I'm being very generous here - but this is really beyond the norm. "You do understand that it's all Harry Potter stuff, right?"
"Oh, I know. You know when you love someone, you have to make sacrifices. And I will gladly spend a few hours with nerds in cloaks so Jasper will be happy."
"That's really beautiful, Alice."
"Besides, he's promised to fulfill my sexual fantasies and then take me to Miami Beach for my real vacation."
Of course. I snort. "Ahh - there's the quid pro quo."
"He is well aware of my requirements. He happily signed our contract remember?"
"As long as you're both happy and satisfied..."
"Bella, I see fireworks when we have sex. It's like a series of explosions of light and color. I will gladly ride a witch roller coaster to be able to ride Jasper later."
I don't tell her that the explosions are probably real ones due to Jasper leaving flammable chemicals on his Bunsen Burners too long while they are fucking. I'll let her think it's about how hot the sex is.
"That's really beautiful, Alice. In a strange way."
"That sums up Jasper - beautiful and strange."
We both laugh.
"So I don't need to ask if you're ready for your qualifying exams, right? I know you've been ready for a while. And probably going over and over it like Jasper is."
"Yeah, I've been done. I work on it when Edward is gone. It keeps me focused. On Wednesday I go before the committee, then hopefully I'll be a doctoral student."
"Oh please. The chemistry faculty loves you. That is just a formality."
"Thanks, Alice. I mean... for all your support. With Seth...with everything. I couldn't have done anything without you."
She smiles as I reach over the table to hug her. Soon we're rocking each other in a very emotional hug.
Which is ruined the moment a frat boy yells out, "Damn, that's hot. Can I join in?"
Alice whirls around and pelts him in the forehead with a chicken finger.
"That was hot too. I like a feisty chick," he yells out. "Call me."
We both roll our eyes and giggle. "Like I'd leave Jasper for that douche," she says. "I need a man."
Yes, a man who wears a Slytherin cloak and tries to mix sex potions in a cauldron. I snort, and try to cover it up with a cough.
"I can't believe we're almost done," Alice says, changing the subject. "It's gone by so quickly. It was like yesterday I was trying to get you to go the freshman mixer and you refused."
"And now we're graduating."
"Did I tell you Mother and Father are supposed to make an appearance on Saturday? They actually requested tickets. But I'll believe it when I see it. They didn't show up for undergrad."
"Yeah, we have some shitty parental units - though for different reasons. I didn't even tell Charlie about my graduation. I haven't spoken to him since he told me to take my bastard brother and get the fuck out of his house."
Her face darkens like it does whenever I mention my "father."
"I say, 'fuck 'em.' We don't need them. We are strong, independent women. We have each other, and our great boyfriends will be there."
I know she's right. But it still hurts that I don't have anyone to give my tickets to. "Yeah, Edward's coming," I reply.
"I bet he will be," she says in a knowing voice.
"What? Oh shut up. I meant on Saturday, skank."
She laughs. "Saturday, too. But is he coming tonight?"
"I'm confident we both will...multiple times," I say with a wink.
She sighs, pats my cheek and says, "Such a long way from trying to trick you into a date. My little girl is all grown up."
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"Are you ready for your exam, Bella?" Edward asks as he teases the skin below my ear with his tongue. He's finally here with me. All week I've missed him so much - needed to touch him. The phone calls and dirty texts just weren't enough. I could barely keep my hands off of him during the ride to my house. Damned track pants make it so easy for me to fondle his goods.
"Oh god...can you please not talk about that now?" I groan. "Not while you're doing that."
"Do you want me to stop?" he says while his fingers slide into my panties and into my favorite spot. His too, if I'm to believe his sex-talk.
"Never," I sigh. I clench as if to trap his fingers and keep them in my pussy forever. I know that's ridiculous - he'd only be able catch with one hand and not throw because he's a righty.
He laughs despite a mouthful of nipple. "You like that, huh?"
"You know I do," I whine. I should stop that. It's really not sexy. But the way Edward is working his hands and mouth suggest that he's not turned off by whining. The large erection pressed into my leg would be concrete proof. Not literal concrete, of course. That would be uncomfortable in my vagina.
And "uncomfortable" is not an apt descriptor for Edward's cock and how it feels. More like "transcendent" or "life-altering."
"I do, too. I love to watch your face when you come."
Oh god, he says the hottest things.
"You must always be loving my face then," I say between moans, "because I start orgasming as soon as you touch me."
He grins and gently presses his thumb on the hottest and wettest part of me.
"That's a slight exaggeration...I have to rub you just right..." He says softly as I bite my lip to keep from crying out or begging him to stop...or don't stop. I don't even know. "Like this."
It's not even a question. Which is fortunate for me because I can't speak. So I don't. I just lie back and enjoy. Well, I don't lie back the whole time. Bouncing on his lap and gripping the headboard are a little more active positions.
But no less enjoyable.
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I'm sprawled across the bed and Edward (mostly Edward) later when we finally talk. I mean other than cries of ecstasy and begging.
"Did my mom call you yet?" he asks as he runs his fingers down my arm that's resting across his stomach.
"No. Was she supposed to?"
"I thought she was going to call you today to ask you about more tickets. She was probably busy working on the graduation party."
"Oh, who's graduating?"
Edward turns over and faces me, dumbfounded by my response. "You. Of course. She's planning your party."
"Huh? My party?"
He gives me a strange look. "Your party, Bella. She needs more tickets for all of us to go see you. Did you think you were going to graduate and we were all going to just forget about it?"
"I, uh..."
"What?"
"No one ever held a party for me before," I say softly. Edward looks surprised, then angry. "I used to tell people I didn't like parties so they wouldn't feel bad for me."
He curses loudly. "What the fuck kind of people raised you?"
"Um..."
"Never mind. They're out of your life anyway." He sighs and cups my face with his hands, looking into my eyes. "I know this party won't make up for all those that you've missed, but I promise it will be great."
"If you're there, it will be." I kiss him on the lips. "Thank you."
"My mom's doing most of the work, but I'll take all the kisses."
I laugh and kiss him again. "Even if it's your dad barbecuing in the yard, it would be the best party ever. Thank you."
He leans back onto the bed, taking me with him. "I think she hired a caterer...maybe you can reward me with some tongue action."
"Thank you." I start licking a trail down his neck to his chest.
"Pretty sure she got a band to play..." I rub my nose down the line of hair leading to his cock, which is already hard and waiting.
"Thanks." I swirl my tongue around the purplish tip, teasing the slit.
He gulps and exhales, threading his hands in my hair. "There might be an open bar and a dance floor," he whispers, gently guiding my head up and down over his erection.
"Mmmph, Edward," I say letting him slip out from between my lips. "You had me at 'party.' Everything else is just icing on the cake."
He grins widely; it's really not fair how attractive he is. "So you'd still love me if I told you a magician was the entertainment?"
I look right at him before I resume my licking. "I'd still love you if you told me Jasper was doing the magic tricks while riding a broom."
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A/N: Thanks to everyone who is still hanging in there with me. I hope I still have a few readers out there who want to read the end of this story. It's wrapping up in a few more chapters.
Cosmogirl make all things right in my world. Are you all reading her new story, Sanctuary?