Chapter 7: 7th March
Bella
I was at the supermarket buying ingredients for the dinner I was making for The Fox, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey, Bella!"
"Angela!"
I embraced my friend. I hadn't seen her outside of lectures since before Christmas. My research project was at a critical point, so I was spending as much time as possible in the lab during the day, and of course, my evenings were now utterly consumed by The Fox.
"How are you, chick? I can't believe how long it's been since we hung out."
"I know. I've kind of become a hermit this year. Between the workload from lectures and seminars, and my research project, I'm totally snowed under."
"Yeah, I bumped into your flatmate Sarah the other day in the gym. She was saying that you've been doing a lot of late nights in the library and early starts in the lab," she replied. "How has it been, working with Prof Masen?"
"Oh, ah, um ..." I felt my traitorous cheeks heat up. "He's very meticulous and thorough, with high standards. He gave me an official spot on his research team, so he expects me to put in as much time doing trials as the doctoral students. I barely make college breakfasts and dinners twice a week."
"Wow, hard-core."
"Yeah, it took him a while to warm up, but he's proven to be a great mentor," I told her. "How are things with you?"
"Great. Do you know Ben Cheney?"
"Professor Molina's doctoral student?" She nodded and grinned. "Sure, he's great. He led one of the microbiology study groups last year. Made me even like bugs for a while."
"Well, I'd gotten to know him a little doing my research project in the micro labs. But just after Christmas, I bumped into him in London, waiting for a train back to Cambridge at Kings' Cross, and he asked me out. We've been together ever since."
"Oh, yay, I'm so happy for you." We high-fived.
"Thanks." She peered into my shopping basket. Red wine, lamb cutlets, fresh rosemary, garlic, spring vegetables and dark chocolate to make mousse. I had learned very quickly that The Fox was very partial to a home-cooked meal which involved red meat, and I was about to start my period, so was in desperate need of dessert. "Are you not going to formal hall* tonight?"
"Um, no. I'm, uh ..." Litany of plausible excuses, don't fail me now! "... making dinner for friends from the lab ..."
"Oh, cool, well, I'd better make a move or I'll be late for Ben. Lunch next week?"
"Sure. I'll text you."
We hugged, and I watched as she skipped off to the checkouts. I walked around the corner to the freezer section and stuck my head in the ice-cream cabinet to relieve my burning cheeks. Seriously, I couldn't lie for shit.
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Despite spending several hours in The Fox's kitchen, making a three-course gourmet feast, including the chocolate amaretto mousse I'd been craving all day, I hadn't made myself feel better about lying to Angela. Edward was delighted with the homemade minestrone and the lamb in red wine and rosemary sauce, tucking in with gusto, but my appetite had waned, and I didn't really enjoy it.
"Baby, that was magnificent," he murmured, leaning across the table to squeeze my hand. I got up to clear the plates before he could, and responded to his compliment by dropping a kiss on his forehead, which earned me one of his soft, crooked smiles.
He didn't say anything as I put the plates on the side and got out the chocolate mousse, but when I put his dish down in front of him, he suddenly grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me onto his lap.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I squealed. He buried his nose in my neck and held me tight around my waist.
"Are you going to tell me what's on your mind? Or are you going to keep playing with your food and not talking to me?"
"Nothing's wrong," I began, but I could tell he wasn't buying it. "Well, that is to say ... it's nothing."
"Bella."
"I just feel stupid. I bumped into my friend Angela today, and she asked why I wasn't going to formal hall, and ..."
"You lied to her?" he realised.
"Yep, and now I feel guilty. I'm sure she knew I was telling fibs."
"I'm sorry, Baby." He ran his fingers through my tresses and kissed my temple. "I hate that we can't be together in the open."
I shrugged. It was a small sacrifice to make for having his love, but it was so bloody inconvenient at times.
"It's just the way it is."
"How can I make you feel better?" He stroked my knee and moved his hand up my thigh. Desire shot through me, but then a low cramp reminded me that sexy times would have to wait.
"Sadly, not that, although I'm feeling so horny right now."
"Huh?"
"The Red Army just came to town," I explained. "I'm all bloated and spaced out, and that's probably why I'm feeling so glum."
"When will you be clear?"
"Tuesday."
"So Tuesday, we're going to do something special—whatever you want."
"Apparently, it's going to be bright and sunny on Tuesday. It's a shame we can't go out for a picnic."
"Why can't we?" he said authoritatively. It made me even hornier, though. "Let's take the afternoon off."
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Who are you, and what have you done with my Fox?"
"Funny, Baby!" he chuckled. "I just think that we've been working rather hard, and we deserve some fun."
"Where would we go?"
"Leave that to me."
So I did.
At midday on Tuesday, Edward texted to say he was on his way back to his flat and to meet me there as soon as possible. I wrapped up the trial I was working on and was just on my way out when I bumped into Jasper.
"Off for lunch, Bella?"
I found myself lying for the second time in five days.
"Actually, uh, I'm not feeling so great. I've had this headache all day, and I'm feeling just a bit queasy."
"Oh, it's probably all the long hours. You run back to halls, and I'll let people know you've gone home sick. Call or email Edward if you're not coming in tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Thanks Jasper."
By the time I walked into Edward's apartment, he was itching to go.
"Ready, Baby?"
"Yep. I'm kind of excited actually. Our first 'field trip.'"
"Me too."
It was unseasonably warm for March. We'd barely been in the car five minutes when I felt the need to take off my cardigan and turn the AC up. The Fox stroked his fingers up and down my bare arm before holding my hand. When I grinned at him, he kissed my shoulder.
Happiness rippled over me. I was loved. The Fox adored me wholeheartedly and unconditionally.
We drove for around forty minutes, until we were well clear of Oxfordshire, and well into the neighbouring county of Buckinghamshire.
"So, are we getting close to our destination yet, Foxy?" I asked, curious as to where he was taking me.
"Very," he replied, suddenly turning off the main road and down a very long driveway. I barely caught the sign as we flew past.
The National Trust
Welcome to Stowe
Please drive carefully
"'Stowe?' As in Stowe School?" I asked, wondering why Edward would be taking me to a boarding school for our special afternoon.
"Yes, but it's also a huge, stately home with landscaped gardens and acres and acres of parkland."
We stopped at a little hut where Edward paid the admission fee, and then drove round, past a magnificent, and slightly familiar looking, mansion.
"I recognise this house from somewhere," I wondered aloud. "But I'm sure I've never been here before."
"The house has been used in loads of movies. Ever seen the Indiana Jones film with Sean Connery in it?"
"Sure. Emily is a massive Indy fan ... oh, yeah, with all the Nazi flags. This is the house?"
"It is."
"Very cool."
"We can look round it if you want; I must confess that I had other plans, however."
"It's nice to look at from the outside, but I'm not interested in its history, Foxy," I replied. Thanks to my period, we'd not had sex for four agonising days, and I had been looking forward to our plans for an al fresco date the whole time.
We parked the car in a far car park and then Edward led me down a trail. There were a few othersaround, mainly old people and well-to-do mothers with expensive pushchairs, but otherwise it was quite quiet. We walked for around fifteen minutes until the path became less defined and all the people disappeared.
"You seem to know this place well," I remarked.
"I've been coming here since I was little. My parents and Tanya's used to bring us."
"So you know all the really secluded spots?"
"That I do, Baby." he grinned. "We're nearly there."
We walked off the path and down a small grassy knoll to a small, quiet, meadow of yellow daffodils and purple crocuses.
"Oh, it's so pretty!" I heard myself exclaim. He took my hand, and we walked down into the flowers.
"It's so unspoiled because hardly anyone comes, but I'm sure you'll agree it was worth the hike."
"Definitely."
We selected a spot under a large oak tree, so we had some shade for our fair skin. We then laid down a picnic blanket on the edge of the long grass and flowers. Edward had even thought to put in some blow-up pillows, and I lay down and beckoned him into my arms.
"Thank you for bringing me. It's beautiful."
"You're the beauty here."
He dragged his bottom lip up my throat and chin before capturing my bottom lip with his mouth. As we kissed, I ran my hands down his torso and cupped his ass. He responded by raising my arms above my head.
"Edward?"
"Mmm?" he mumbled into my neck, starting to unbutton the top of my dress. "What do you need, Baby?"
"I need to come, in whichever way you can get me there quickest, Foxy. My fucking period left me hornier than a two-headed rhino."
He guffawed loudly.
"I love you so fucking much, Bella."
"Right back at you," I told him. "Now, get busy, Professor."
Within seconds, he had my tits exposed to the warm, spring air and my soaked thong down at my ankles. His fingers danced their way down my torso as he sucked and nibbled my nipples, and then plunged into my waiting wetness.
"All for me? How long have you been this wet?"
"All bloody morning."
He grinned and licked down my body, which sent my senses into overdrive as the moisture evaporated in the warmth. Finally, finally, his talented tongue reached my clit and he nibbled around it, causing my body to tense in delicious anticipation of the epic climax to come.
"Mmm ..." Edward's sounds were almost as erotic as his touch.
Almost.
"Fuck ... please ... need to come."
Edward replaced his tongue with his thumb and licked down to my tight centre. He rubbed and pulled my excited nub as he slurped and swirled and teased my pussy relentlessly, going faster and faster ... my face grew hot, and my body was wound tighter until I exploded, riding his face and panting and keening as ecstasy tore through my veins.
It took me a few moments to float back down to reality. When I finally opened my eyes, Edward was standing up, rubbing his hard cock, the outline of which I could make out under his jeans.
"Baby, tasting you has me quite worked up," he began. "And I'd really quite like to fuck you up against this tree." He pointed to the base of the oak tree. "Would you oblige me?"
"You should know the answer to that, Foxy."
I scrambled to my feet, but in my enthusiasm, I forgot that my underwear was around my ankles, and started falling over. Edward caught me and scooped me up as if I weighed nothing. We both burst into peals of laughter at my klutziness and his gallantry, as he gently swayed with me in his arms. My troublesome thong slipped from my ankles, off my foot and onto the picnic blanket.
"Eager little thing, aren't you?" He manoeuvred me so that both my legs were wrapped around him and walked us over to the tree.
"When it comes to you, always."
The Fox pressed me against the heavy tree trunk and held me against it while I undid his jeans and pulled out his member. A second later, he was sliding inside me, thrusting furiously while I clung onto his neck. The tree bark scraped against my back with every motion, but it was a small price to pay for our mutual pleasure.
"'Kay Baby?" he checked, barely able to get his words out. He was close, I could tell.
"Uh-huh."
I wrapped myself around his torso more tightly, urging him to go faster. He pried one of my hands from around his neck and pressed it against my clit before tilting me slightly. The change in angle made my eyes pop open as his cock rubbed a spot inside me that filled me with heat. I hadn't expected to come from being fucked this way; I'd intended this one to be just for him. However suddenly, I was seconds away from the precipice.
Edward was pounding into me and my throat became hoarse from holding in my screams of rapture. As I finally climaxed, Edward covered my mouth with his and seconds later, he came too.
"Amazing!" he panted.
I buried my face in his chest, unable to speak, just moan. Edward carried me back to the picnic blanket. I put my legs down shakily and winced when Edward touched the small of my back.
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Edward
"Ouch," Bella mumbled.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just my back's a little sore," she replied, sitting down on the picnic blanket.
"Let me take a look."
"No, I'm fine, Foxy."
"Please, Baby."
I couldn't stand the thought of her being in pain. She rolled her eyes at me and lay down on her front. I pushed her dress up; her back was covered in small red welts.
"Don't you be sitting there getting all guilt-trippy," she said, suddenly turning onto her side. "If I wanted you to stop, I would have told you. I wouldn't have changed a single thing about what just happened."
"But ..."
She tugged my wrist so that I lay down next to her.
"Tomorrow, when I have to endure Professor Banner's dreary-as-fuck, molecular cell biology lecture," she murmured, "every time I fidget in my seat, I'm going to feel my sore back and be reminded of how awesome that fuck was."
"Okay, I get it. There are plenty of things to worry about, but this isn't one of them." It was easier said than done, though.
"Exactly."
We spent the rest of the afternoon in the meadow, eating, talking, kissing, frolicking ... yeah, fucking frolicking ... like a cheesy, romantic, daytime TV movie. Oxford and the lab and all our stress had been temporarily forgotten, we just enjoyed each other's company.
As the sun started to set and the weather turned colder, Bella and I packed up and walked arm-in-arm back through the parkland towards my car. A chilly wind suddenly blew over us.
"Uh-oh," began Bella, looking up to the sky. A dark cloud had appeared from nowhere. "I think it's going to start raining any second, Foxy."
"We've probably got time to get to the car ..." A fat raindrop plopped onto my nose. "Or not."
The heavens opened.
Downpour central.
"Shit. Run!"
Bella took off towards the car, and I ran after her. She was only wearing her thin, light blue dress and a white cardigan, and by the time I caught up with her, she was soaked through.
"Baby, I can't move as fast as you," I panted, although it did occur to me that just a couple of months ago, I wouldn't have been able to run that far without stopping. Eating healthy, home-cooked meals with Bella, instead of junk, and all the sex, had definitely made me fitter.
"You move fast enough, Edward. Now, Foxy, please open the car. I'm shivering my tits off here."
She wasn't kidding. Her dark pink nipples were hard as pebbles and very obvious through her wet dress. I glanced further down; she hadn't put her underwear back on and the tiny, dark patch of hair over her pussy was also quite on show. My own groin immediately started to stir, even though it'd already had plenty of action for one day.
I wrapped the picnic blanket, an old tartan throw I'd had for years, around her shoulders and showed her in before getting into the car myself. Once inside I turned on the heat full blast so she could warm up.
"I'm sorry our day got blighted by the rain."
"Only the end. The rest of it was pretty perfect," she replied, leaning across the centre console to kiss my cheek. I couldn't help but stare at the outline of her breasts in the wet cotton. Her eyes followed mine, and she grinned. "Well, looky here, it seems that my Fox likes it when I'm all wet."
"Uh-huh ..."
"Soaked." She pressed my knee with her hand and ran her fingers up my inner thigh.
"Sodden." I groaned as she tickled my balls.
"Moist." She was trying to kill me, clearly.
"Damp ..." She started to undo my fly.
"Here, Baby?"
"We have to do something while we wait for the rain to pass. It's not safe to drive until it does."
"No, I guess it isn't ..."
She pulled out my rock-hard member. I pushed the seat back as far as it would go, and she clambered over, and slid down, so she was crouched in the foot-well. I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I thought we were going to have sex, but clearly, she had other ideas.
"My pussy needs a little recovery time, Foxy. This is all for you."
I didn't have time to reply before her mouth was surrounding my cock, and one of her hands was fondling my balls. I stroked the side of her face, simply awed at how happy she made me, in every way, and she covered my hand with her free one, before directing it into her hair.
"Sure, Baby?" I checked, not wanting to crowd her.
"Mmm ..." she moaned, before exhaling around me and letting go for a second. "Relax, Edward. Just enjoy, please?"
She resumed sucking me, and between her eager mouth and how much I was turned on, it didn't take long before I was spilling my seed onto her tongue. She swallowed triumphantly, without gagging, and then lifted herself into my lap.
"You worry too much, Foxy," she told me. "I don't need to be cosseted or mollycoddled because I'm younger than you. I want the passion, the dirty as well as the sweet, the rough 'n' raw as well as the gentle."
"I guess I still have this deep-seated fear that I'm taking advantage of you."
"Let it go. You remember the first time we had sex and you went all animal on me?" I nodded. "I loved that. If I didn't, I'd have said. But until you fucked me against the tree today, you'd been overly gentle, and I'm done with it." She grabbed the hair at the back of my head and tugged my head upwards before kissing me, slightly aggressively. "No more holding back, understood?"
"Loud and clear."
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Foxy, I think we need to go on a field trip again, don't you? We should do it every day!
I couldn't help but laugh at her text as I was fixing myself a coffee. She was only at Banner's lecture because attendance was mandatory, even though she could probably give the lecture better than him. As a result, she was bored out of her mind and texting me, reminding me of yesterday. I, for one, could barely keep the grin off my face today.
I pinged a reply back right away.
Totally agree, Baby. Yesterday was ace. Thank you so much, my amazing girl.
I'd barely taken a sip when she responded.
I'm sitting here in a puddle, E. So wet remembering your cum-face when you took me against that oak. HOT HOT HOT! I want you so bad. Tonight.
Needless to say, I spluttered and choked on my drink. My Bella was insatiable.
"Whoa, there, Edward, are you all right?" asked Jasper, coming in behind me. I quickly slipped my phone into my front pocket and turned round.
"Oh, err, yeah ..." I started hoarsely, glad I was wearing my lab coat to hide my boner. "Coffee went down the wrong pipe. How's your day going?"
"Shit. I had to attend Crowley's disciplinary hearing this morning. It went on for ages, with his parents questioning every single thing said against their precious boy."
"What was the outcome?"
"He's out. Too many harassment accusations, paltry grades, a stinking attitude ... the Dean was only too happy to kick him to the curb. He'd coasted for far too long."
"Good." That little fucktard deserved it. My Bella was one of many girls he'd tried it on with; he'd been a sex-pest for far too long.
"What about you? Say, where did you go yesterday? I came by your office to cadge some chocolate and you'd gone."
"Oh yeah, uh, I wasn't feeling too great. Headache, wiped out. I went home early."
"Hope there isn't a bug going round. Bella said she was feeling off as well."
I shrugged.
"I'm fine today."
"You look it, so you can join me and Emmett for a pint after work ..."
My phone buzzed in my pocket, undoubtedly Bella sending me another sexy text.
"Oh, well, I don't know ..."
"Come on, man. It's been ages since we went out for a drink. Have you gotten some semblance of a social life these days? Is that why you've stopped your nocturnal lab sessions?"
"No, I'm just trying to be a bit healthier, you know? Eating properly ..." with Bella, "... sleeping eight hours in my bed ..." with Bella, "and getting more exercise ..." with Bella. "I've got a session with my personal trainer at six, and I don't want to miss it." My personal trainer, Bella Swan, whose idea of exercise is for us to screw each other until we see stars and are covered in lashings of sweat, cum and pussy juice. "What about tomorrow?"
I felt bad about lying to my good friend, but I had to see Bella tonight. I couldn't deny her anything, and if she wanted me, I'd find a way to be there for her.
"Okay, tomorrow. No excuses."
"Got it."
Before he returned to his lab, Jasper fixed himself some coffee, and we talked about a few upcoming meetings we both had to attend. When he was gone, I checked my phone again. She had texted three times.
I want you to fuck me from behind over the kitchen counter.
I want to show you my toys. I think you'd like them.
Are you busy? Is that why you're not replying? Sorry to disturb you, Foxy. Text me when you're free. Love you.
That was my darling girl, so considerate and sweet, and yet, a total minx.
Sorry Baby, got talking to Jasper. He wanted me to go out after work- put him off so you can have your wicked way with me tonight. Love you too. Always.
I meant every word. She consumed my every waking thought and every nightly dream. We were unable to get enough of each other, the fires in our loins and in our hearts showing no signs of abating.
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*Formal Hall: Where students of a college at Oxford attend a sit-down, multi-course meal with peers and academics, in formal clothing. Some colleges insist on students wearing academic gowns, but for others, formal hall merely means that they have to dress smartly.
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Hi everyone and thanks again for your lovely reviews and comments.
Unfortunately, my RL dramas are proving to be an ongoing saga, which may last for months. At the moment, I have several chapters of this story in hand, but as my writing time is now more limited, there may come a time when I have to go to fortnightly posting.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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