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The Night Continues
Looking up into his eyes, I knew what I wanted. I knew it was time to stop playing everything so safe. Tanya did me a favor by giving me a second chance at my night, and I wasn't about to throw that away. It wasn't worth it.
"Um, do you want to go do something?" I asked as I pulled my backpack higher up my shoulder.
"Yeah," he nodded, smiling. "I've got the whole night open."
"Awesome. Do you have anything in mind?" I asked. I wasn't used to this. I had no idea what to do on a Friday night. I normally did homework, or when I was feeling crazy, I watched some reality TV on the nights Tanya didn't force me out.
He thought for a minute. "We could go bowling. I know it sounds super lame, but Friday nights are pretty dead there. It would be fun."
I nodded in agreement, and he started leading the way. "It isn't far. We can walk it."
"Okay, sounds good to me." He took my backpack from me and slung it over his shoulder. Just when I thought I'd swooned enough, I felt his fingers lace between mine.
I gave him a look, and he shrugged. "I've been waiting to do this for a while. Hope it's okay."
"It's more than okay." We smiled at each other like idiots as we walked to the bowling alley. He asked me some questions about my midterm, and we fell into comfortable conversation. I found that it wasn't hard to talk to him, and I didn't feel as awkward as I normally did around guys. It was a nice change.
Plus, I didn't seem to put my foot in my mouth, which was good.
When we got to the bowling alley, I saw that Edward wasn't exaggerating when he said the place was quiet. It felt like a ghost town. There was one guy working the counter. He was flipping through some lame comic book and looked pissed we even showed up.
"Don't mind him. Jasper's just angry he wasn't able to go out tonight." Edward chuckled as the annoyed guy, Jasper, gave him the middle finger salute.
"Fuck off, Eddie." He sounded as annoyed as he looked. He glared at Edward as he passed us our shoes, placing them—with a bit more force than was needed—on the counter. I tried not to smell the shoes. I didn't want to think of how many sweaty feet have been in them.
I laughed when I saw Edward in his clown like bowling shoes. They were bright red and yellow. Why did they have to make these shoes so ugly?
He gave me a fake glare which just caused me to laugh even more. "You look like a clown with those big shoes!"
"I wouldn't be laughing, Bella. It just means I have big feet."
That silenced me. He threw me a wink as he went in search of his bowling ball. I tried to contain my rapid heart—that wink was going to be the death of me.
I went in search of my own ball so he wouldn't see the drool coming from my mouth. I tried to pick up a fourteen pound one—it was a really cute blue color—and realized that wasn't going to work. After trying out a couple of them, I found one I could easily pick up. The only issue was my fingers wouldn't fit. So I would have to suffer with my child's size bowling ball. But hey, it was pink.
Edward saw me struggling to get my fingers out of the slots, and he held back a laugh. "You sure that's the right ball for you?"
"I can't pick up the other ones. I'm too weak." I shrugged with a laugh.
We sat down to enter our names, and I saw Edward had written mine already. I was going to be bowling under "Beautiful." I held back an ear splitting grin. I decided to have fun with his name and entered "Stalker." That got him to laugh. My stomach went warm with the fact that we seemed to have a little inside joke already.
Bowling went smoothly. I almost fell once with the damn shoes, but Edward was there to laugh with me, not at me. He got three strikes, not in a row, but still I was impressed. I clearly wasn't coordinated enough because I ended with a score in the sixties. My highest achievement was keeping my fingers intact. There was a close call around frame eight, but thankfully they came out.
Edward felt bad that I didn't win, so he played four games on the claw machine to get me a blue Scooby Doo stuffed animal. He looked so proud when he handed it to me. "Here you go, my lady. I hope it's okay."
I nodded and smiled. I would keep it forever. No one had ever battled a claw machine for me. I thought it was so sweet. And no one had ever carried my bright pink ball all over the bowling alley to find a spot to put it back while Jasper yelled obscene things.
I would have to rethink my original thought on guys—they did have a colorful vocabulary.
Edward made fun of Jasper once more before we left. We both agreed that bowling was fun, but we also agreed the shoes were terrible. He even admitted he didn't think Jasper ever cleaned them. He said he was too lazy for that. I tried not to get too grossed out.
It was late by then, and I tried to hold back a yawn, but Edward noticed. "I kept you up late, huh?" He smiled, my backpack on his shoulder and his hands deep in his pockets.
"Yeah, but I had a blast. Sad it has to end." He tilted his head and studied me for a second.
"Well, it doesn't have to. My place is right around the corner. We could watch a movie or something?" He looked so hopeful. How could I say no?
"Yeah, sure. Let me just send Tanya a quick text." I let Tanya know where I was, and she sent me back something all jumbled. I think she said second round and something about the couch. I didn't even want to think about what she was talking about. I knew it would be something I didn't approve of.
He took my hand in his again, and we made the short walk to his apartment. I wasn't expecting it to be as neat as it was. All his books were stacked nicely, his dishes were done, and it smelled like Febreeze. I was impressed.
"Sorry it's a little dark," Edward said from behind the fridge door. "I need to buy new lights."
I ran my hand over the quilt on the back of his futon and smiled. I loved old quilts. They held so many memories. "My grandma made that for me. Call me sentimental, but I love that old thing." He handed me a bottle of water, and I smiled.
"I like it."
"I like you," he whispered, his hand on the side of my neck as he leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was soft and made my lips tingle just from the gentlest touch.
"Bella, I don't normally bring girls home. I don't want you to think I brought you here to sleep with you. I just didn't want to walk away from you just yet." He sounded so honest. Looking into his face, I knew he wasn't delivering a line. He meant it.
"Pick out a movie. I'll make popcorn." He kissed the top of my head and walked back into the kitchen. I tried not to stare at his ass, but I failed.
He had all his movies stacked in blue plastic crates, creating what looked like a DIY bookshelf. I bent down to see what was at the bottom, and I heard him groan. I looked back and found his eyes glued to my ass. I guess we had something in common.
I grabbed Transformers and held it in the air. "Is this okay?" He seemed to be distracted. He cleared his throat and nodded.
I took a seat on his futon as he set up the movie. The bowl of popcorn was sitting there, and I could hear my stomach growl. He sat next to me and smiled. "Good thing I made food, huh?"
The movie started, and I put my hand in the bowl, my fingers bumping his. We looked at each other and then looked away. It was like a cute moment out of a movie, and I loved it.
We carried on like that for a while—tentative glances, shy smiles and brief, innocent touches. After a while, I realized that I wasn't even paying attention to the screen. I was watching him from the corner of my eye. He seemed so relaxed, just sitting there watching the robots. Why wasn't I? Why did I want to throw the bowl of popcorn to the ground and straddle his muscular thighs? Every time he looked at me, I wanted to kiss him. Every time he accidentally brushed against me, my body went hot, sending flames deep into my stomach before settling between my legs. I wasn't used to all these lusty emotions.
"Bella." His voice was low, and I realized that when I spaced out I ended up full on staring at him. He gave me a smile as he put the popcorn on the floor. He scooted closer to me, and my palms started to get sweaty.
"Yeah?" my voice squeaked out.
"Do you not want to watch the movie anymore?" He ran his finger down my cheek, and I closed my legs.
I shook my head as I put my hand on his denim covered thigh. "I haven't been watching it."
Heat blazed in his eyes, almost making it look like he was in pain—just not the pain from a broken leg, but the good kind men have when they need to relieve some tension. My grandmother explained the difference to me when I was younger. I still couldn't look my grandfather in the eyes again after my grandmother's many examples.
"Neither have I." His voice sounded like he was holding on to his last bit of self-control.
Watching him as he continued to try and be the proper gentleman he was raised to be, I realized that I didn't want him to hold back. I wanted him to let go of that control and show me just how much he wanted me. I wanted him to unleash it on me like a forest fire, heating me up until I couldn't take it anymore.
This wasn't me. I wasn't like Tanya, a girl who let her life be led by her lady bits. But I understood her, and I wanted to let my hormones lead me. They had done a good job so far.
"Good." My voice was low—almost porn star low—as I leaned in and captured his lips in mine. I brushed my tongue against his bottom lip and was greeted with the taste of buttery popcorn. I wouldn't have cared if he tasted like blackened tar. I wanted his mouth to consume me.
He groaned against my lips as my hands went for the hair on the back of his neck. I felt his soft locks as our tongues danced against each other.
I was in control of this, and man did I like it.
Eager for more, I tugged on his hair, and I swung my leg so I was straddling his thighs. He looked up at me surprised. His glasses made him even more handsome.
I felt powerful when his hands gripped my hips like he couldn't handle letting me go. He brushed his fingers against the exposed skin of my stomach, and it shot a tingling sensation down to my heated center.
"I was not expecting this." Edward's voice was a husky murmur as his lips traveled to my neck. I held his face there, desperate to feel his lips against every available bit of skin. He wasn't even touching the important parts yet, and I was already completely owned by this man.
"Is that a bad thing?" My voice was strained in his ear. I felt him grow harder against my thigh.
"What do you think?" he asked as he ground me against his erection. I had to hold back a moan when he hit the seam of my jeans just right. It shot a wave of pleasure straight through me.
"You like that, Bella?" I wanted to combust just from his silky voice. I wanted it to swirl around me and carry me to the edge. I wanted more.
"Mhmm," I mumbled into his neck as I started moving my hips against him. Who knew dry humping could be this delicious? I sure as hell was enjoying myself.
"Keep going," he growled into my hair. His breathing picked up as I increased my speed.
We were moving together, both desperately trying to seek that right amount of friction. I could feel his neck getting sweaty, and when I looked down, I saw that my chest was bright red. If my chest didn't give me away, the panting I was doing surely would. I was close. I hoped he wasn't far behind.
His hand trailed up my body, leaving its place on my hips and going straight for my chest. I held my breath in anticipation. His fingers flicked my hardened peak, and that did it for me. I fell over the edge as I bit down on his shoulder. My body felt as if it exploded like a firework on the fourth of July. I had never had an orgasm from just dry humping before, and I had never come in a pair of jeans.
What a night of firsts.
I was extremely sensitive, but he kept going until he found his own release. Just feeling him sag further into the futon after his muffled groan had me smiling. I felt like I could rule the world. I made one of the sexiest men I knew come undone from a dry humping experience. Man, did I want to do that again.
I slid off his lap, and we sat in silence, trying to catch our breath. I couldn't believe I just did that. I didn't usually get off with a guy on a first date, and I knew I wasn't ever going to forget it.
"I didn't think that was going to happen," Edward said with a smile after he caught his breath.
"Me neither." I laughed. "But I don't regret it."
"Neither do I. Is it bad that I want to do it again, like now?" he whispered, and I blushed at his words. How I wanted to do the same.
"Not at all. But can we rain check the dry hump for another time? I feel really uncomfortable in these pants." I motioned toward my soaked crotch and tried to stifle a laugh. The whole end of hump conversation was not sexy, especially being in my gross jeans. He didn't seem to mind.
"I can drive you home. Let me get you a pair of shorts or something. Plus I gotta..." He gestured to his crotch which caused me to giggle. "You know, change."
_CYOA_
Turned out Edward had a beaten up Chevy pickup truck, and he was nice enough to drive me home. It wasn't far. I could have walked, but he didn't want me to be out so late. I thought it was sweet. Even sweeter was the fact that he lent me a pair of boxers to wear as shorts on the ride home. What he didn't know was I would probably keep them, just because I was a creeper like that.
We parked in front of my building, and I was surprised when he got out and walked me to the front door. I tried not to swoon too badly as we stood nervously, neither of us wanting the night to end. My backpack lay down by our feet, forgotten, as we stood facing each other with shit-eating grins on our faces. His hair was unruly, and I tried not to smirk knowing his sex hair was from my hands.
"This was a great night. I can't thank Tanya enough for finding me. I'm so glad I didn't let your rejection stop me."
I laughed at that and swatted his arm. I guess I could be flirty when I wanted to be.
"I didn't reject you. I was just nervous." He pulled me against him as he brushed his mouth against my ear.
"You didn't seem nervous when you straddled my dick." He pulled back with a smug look on his face, his eyes shining through his frames.
"That's because I wasn't." I grabbed his face and gave him one last lingering kiss. I threw him my own smug look as he straightened his glasses.
I pulled a pen out of my backpack and grabbed his hand. He looked confused but smiled when he saw I had scribbled my number on his palm.
"See you later." I gave him a parting wave as I slipped through the front door, grabbing my backpack. I wanted to leave him wanting more, and the groan I heard from the other side of the door told me I did good.
I walked toward my room and ran straight into a very hairy man. I screamed as loud as I could and ran to my room.
"Paul! Put a shirt on!" I heard Tanya hiss as my bedroom door opened. She slipped in and gave me an apologetic look.
"Sorry about that." Tanya rolled her eyes. "The manners of the men I pick up at bars."
She was wearing her SpongeBob pajamas, and I held back a smile at how ridiculous she looked. She had no shame.
"You had a good night?" I was almost afraid for her to reply.
"The best! I took advantage of your absence and defiled the couch." I tried not to gag at her smug expression. I knew she wasn't lying. I also knew I would never sit on that couch again.
"Enough about me. How was your night?"
I shrugged, hiding my smile. But she saw right through me.
"You guys did something, didn't you? You don't seem as stiff as normal, plus you're wearing men's boxers!"
"We…" I hesitated. "Well, we um, dry humped, and I came." I said the last part in a jumbled rush, but she heard me.
"Yes," Tanya shouted. "It's about time!" She held her hand up for a high five, and I refused to acknowledge her.
"I knew you would be proud," I mumbled, throwing a pillow at her.
"Was it good?" She looked like she wanted to talk all night about my denim hump.
"T, I'm not telling you all the details," I protested.
"That's not fair." She pouted. "I tell you mine."
"I ask you not to tell me, and you do it anyway! Just know I had a nice time, and thank you for intervening. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have gone bowling and did our happy couch dance after."
Tanya got up to leave, probably so she could go back to hairy Paul. "You're very welcome. And I just want to say one thing."
I rolled my eyes. "This is going to be good. What?"
"I hope you two get to spend more time humping and that he knows you can handle his balls better than you can a bowling ball."
I took my last pillow and threw it at her retreating form.
I couldn't help but smile at what Tanya said. I knew I would be able to handle Edward's balls, and I was sure as hell looking forward to the opportunity.
I watched Edward walk away and couldn't stop myself from smiling like an idiot. I just made Edward cream his pants. Tanya would be so proud.
A/N:
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