Author Note: Thanks for the great response to this story! Many are still expecting the other shoe to drop at some point.

Teasers for guessing the chapter title from Madonna went to: Angellovee, Faerywren, NKubie, Midnight Cougar, Don't trust your eyes, Bikergirl08, Azlady2003, Taylor9901, dawnhybb, MsAndreaRenee, tff000, and orion03981. I also gave teasers to those who guessed Holiday or Where's the Party? since those readers also picked up on the right clue!

Thanks again to moosals for pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.

Chapter 15 – Dress You Up

Do you still have your Halloween costume from last year?

Yes, I text back.

Good. Wear it Saturday night. I think I've found a Halloween party we can attend in South County. You'll need your fake ID.

I'm so excited, I squeal out loud.

Jake looks up at me from his homework. "Sexting?"

"NO! Edward and I are gonna go to a Halloween party on Saturday."

"The campus party?"

"A different one, sorry," I shake my head. I know Alice and Jake wanted me to go with them.

"Why the excitement then?" he asks, coming to sit beside me.

"He thought he was gonna be too busy this weekend," I lie. "I just love dressing up every year. It's like… I can become a character from one of my favorite books. Are you going to the campus party?

"Yeah," he nods. "I'd been wanting to go back to Fright Fest, but now that Fall weather has finally arrived, I'll pass."

"What are you dressing up as?"

Jake shrugs. "Same as the last three years."

"Which is?"

"Andre the Giant — the wrestler," he grins. "I've got an awesome wig."

I shake my head, laughing.

I'm so excited to see Edward's Jay Gatsby costume. I mean, I know it's more or less a classic suit, but I bet he looks hella sexy in a suit.

After putting the finishing touches on my make-up, I peruse my shoe collection. The silver heels from my mom's wedding would look great with this dress. On the other hand, I may be on my feet for several hours. But on the first hand, heels make your ass look good.

Heels it is.

"Look at you," Alice whistles when I step out of my bedroom. "Edward is gonna die when he sees you."

I smile widely. Little does she know the effect this dress has already had on him.

"You look great, too. But… who are you?" It's some sort of period costume, but I don't want to offend by guessing incorrectly.

"Jasper is a big Civil War buff, so we're doing Gone with the Wind. I'm Scarlett O'Hara," she smiles.

Just then, a half-naked Jake steps out of his bedroom in a short, curly wig. It looks like he borrowed a uniform from the school's wrestling team.

"What do you think?" he asks, flexing his muscles.

"Oh, Jake!" Alice exclaims, pretending to fall at his feet. All three of us dissolve in a fit of giggles.

"I'll see you guys in the morning," I laugh, grabbing my purse. "I might spend the night at Edward's." The Halloween party we're attending features a live band that's playing until 1am, so if we go back to his place afterward, I'm not going out again once he's had his way with me.

"I still wish you were coming to the campus party," Alice pouts.

"I know, but he didn't want to go to that one. I'll miss you guys." With a final wave, I'm out the door.

"Oh hell," Edward groans as I get settled in his car a couple minutes later.

"You saw my legs two weeks ago," I laugh, but I'm secretly pleased. I can't wait to get a better look at his costume in the light.

For dinner, Edward takes me to a cozy French restaurant, tucked into a strip mall. And he does indeed look amazing in his suit.

"Where is that from?" I ask curiously as we wait to be seated. "Please don't tell me it's from your wedding or something."

"No," he laughs, "I rented a tux for that. It's actually the only suit I own; it's mostly for job interviews."

"Well, I'd definitely give you the job if you came to an interview in that."

Once we're seated, we look over the menus and place our orders. And then I notice Edward staring at me. "What?" I chuckle.

"You look amazing, Bella. I'm just remembering seeing you walk into my classroom in that dress a year ago."

"Oh," I reply dumbly, feeling my face flush. "I-I guess it is the one-year anniversary of our first time."

"And so it is… too bad I don't have a desk at home to bend you over in remembrance," he grins. "I love your blush. Sometimes you're the sweet, innocent schoolgirl and sometimes you're the vixen who's bewitched me."

"B-bewitched you?"

"I can't seem to stay away from you, can I?"

"I don't want you to stay away."

He smiles softly, reaching out to take my hand. "Thank you for forgiving me."

"I can't seem to stay away from you either," I admit. "Even when I was so angry with you, I still wanted you… and your monster cock," I add with a grin.

After dinner, it's a fairly short drive to the pub where the Halloween party and costume contest is happening. I hold my breath as the bouncer looks over my ID before waving us in.

Edward called ahead to reserve a table, which is awesome, because the place is packed. Most of those who aren't waiting for a drink are on the small dance floor, bopping to some sort of obnoxious club music.

"Who's the band playing tonight?" I ask him over the sound of the pounding bass.

"I forget the name — an 80s cover band. They should be on at nine."

"Just your speed," I tease.

"I wasn't born until 1989!" he protests. "It's not like I have any memory of the 80s."

"At least you were born in the 80s."

Edward grabs hold of my stool, dragging me closer to him. "You'd better be nice to me," he whispers, his hand rubbing my bare thigh.

"Or what?" I grin.

"Or I really will bend you over something tonight."

"I look forward to it."

He shakes his head.

Our waitress stops by and he orders a beer, so I decide to push my luck with him and order a vodka and cranberry. I know he doesn't like drinking or using my fake ID too much.

"How come you got a beer?" I ask nosily.

He shrugs. "I think they expect you to order at least one drink on a night like tonight. I'll switch to Coke after this though."

"So what made you comfortable with the idea of going to a Halloween party?"

"It's South County," he explains. "There doesn't seem to be a real direct way to get here from campus. And besides, I figure most people will be too drunk to notice anyone around them."

I laugh. Looking around, I think that's a pretty safe bet.

The band turns out to be really good. They dress up in period-perfect outfits to mimic the bands they're covering, which makes it a lot of fun. After the first set, there's a costume contest for men, women and couples. As much as I'd like to enter, we probably shouldn't do anything to draw attention to ourselves.

I finally drag Edward out to the dance floor during their second set. It's wall to wall people, most of whom have probably had one too many alcoholic beverages.

By the third set, we more or less surrender our table and just stay on the dance floor, despite the growing pain in my feet. It's primarily upbeat rock music, but we still manage to dirty dance as much as we can. Rubbing my backside against Edward's groin, I can feel the BDE, making me want to jump him as soon as we get back in his car.

Somehow, I manage to refrain, though from the look in his eyes, I know he wants me just as badly.

While Edward drives, he keeps one hand on my bare thigh as much as he can. It's just enough to tease me. Once he's parked in the carport, I immediately open my car door and follow him up to the porch.

As soon as the door is closed behind me, he shoves me up against it and places his mouth on mine. I kiss him back eagerly, wrapping my legs around his waist when he lifts me off the ground.

I hold on tightly when Edward starts walking us down the hallway to his bedroom. He gently lowers me to the bed, leaving my legs dangling off of it. I try to scoot up, but he stops me, getting down on his knees as he slowly drags his hands down my legs to my shoes.

"These are sexy," he says in a rough voice.

"I got them for my mom's wedding."

Once he's taken my shoes off, he massages the bottom of my feet, pressing in hard with his thumbs, and it feels amazing. Soon, his hands begin their ascent up my legs. Reaching under my dress, he grasps the sides of my underwear and pulls them down.

Edward stands to take his suit jacket off, laying it on top of the dresser before he removes his shoes.

"How flexible are you?" he asks, coming back toward me.

"I don't know," I laugh. "Alice keeps wanting me to try yoga with her."

He pushes my dress up to my waist, then begins pushing my legs up and out until I'm totally splayed open for him. He brushes his fingers over the still-hairless skin, and I close my eyes, just enjoying his gentle touch.

"You know, you don't have to do this for me," he says, his hand on my bare pussy letting me know what he means. "Don't get me wrong, I love it, but… only do it for you, Ok?"

"O-ok," I agree, opening my eyes as he gets down on his knees again.

He wastes little time in just diving right in with his lips and tongue, while one finger slowly presses inside me. I'm most definitely moaning like a porn star by the time my orgasm crashes over me.

"Goddamn, you're good at that," I pant, finally letting my legs drop.

Edward laughs as he stands, doing a little strip tease for me as he removes the rest of his clothes. I really wish I knew how to whistle.

"I can bend you over the bed," he suggests. "Or whatever you want."

Biting my lip, I flip over onto my stomach, planting my feet on the ground, then get up onto my elbows.

"If only you could see yourself," he groans. "Spread open, waiting for my cock. So fucking sexy. I almost blew my load when I first saw you like that on my desk last year."

I can't help grinning at his words. I'd thought he was hardly affected at all by what was happening between us.

"Look up," he whispers, and he plants a sloppy upside-down kiss on my lips. We're still kissing as the BDE begins his intrusion. I have to break away from Edward's lips to moan once he's fully sheathed inside me.

"Put your knee up on the bed," he suggests, and once I do so, he begins thrusting in and out, increasing his pace with each thrust until he builds up a steady rhythm.

"Do you like this?" he asks, lightly slapping my ass cheeks.

"Oh god… I love it… I love your cock," I babble. Seriously, when did I turn into a porn star?

Suddenly, the BDE is gone!

"Turn over," he orders, slapping my ass again.

I hurriedly flip onto my back, and Edward pushes my legs up again. His massive dick is back inside me seconds later, barely even missing a beat.

"My view is fucking spectacular," he chuckles. "Legs spread open, tits bouncing, and that look of pleasure on your face. It doesn't get better than this."

"Ohhhhhh… you're gonna make me come," I moan. I really, really like his dirty talk.

"Come all over my cock, baby. Let me feel you."

"Oh fuuuuuuccckkk…"

"Shit, you're squeezing… oooooohhhh," he groans out his release.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, pulling out of me. "You are my little vixen."

I slowly put my legs down, then get to my feet before his jizz can leak out of me onto the bed. Edward startles me by pulling me close, kissing me until I think I'm going to lose my mind.

"It's dripping," I laugh, finally pushing him away. "I'm gonna go clean up."

"I got an extra toothbrush for you."

I turn, looking back at Edward, touched by the gesture. "Thanks."

After getting ready for bed, I hunt down my panties and slip them on. Edward tosses a large t-shirt at me that I slip over my head, then crawl into bed while he takes his turn in the bathroom.

I'm irrationally excited when he gets into bed with me a few minutes later. It's our first sleepover! I quickly turn to face him, then rest my head on his chest.

"Goodnight, baby," he whispers.

"Looks like the old man wore you out last night."

I crack my eyes open to Edward standing over me, fully dressed with damp hair. He smiles then leans down to peck my lips.

"I'll go make breakfast while you shower."

"You can make breakfast?" I ask skeptically.

"Watch it," he chuckles, walking out of the room.

Turning on the water in the shower, I wrinkle my nose at the toiletries available. Not only will I smell like a man, but he doesn't use conditioner! How do guys manage to have such nice hair with their limited supplies?

Wrapped in one of his fluffy towels, I do my best to brush out my hair. I don't have my moisturizer or any make-up in my purse — I definitely should've planned this out better. I hope Edward isn't disappointed.

When I walk into the kitchen, it smells amazing! "What are you making?" I ask excitedly.

"Cinnamon rolls. They're almost done."

I immediately burst out laughing. "So you opened the tube and arranged them in the pan?" It takes well over an hour to make cinnamon rolls from scratch due to needing to let the dough rise.

"I also set the oven timer," he grins, greeting me with a kiss.

When the timer beeps, I take a seat at the kitchen table, letting Edward take care of serving the rolls onto our plates. He's already got two place settings made up with a glass of orange juice at each one. I guess I should give him some credit.

"Thanks… this looks great. My dad used to make these for us before I learned how to cook." I spread the frosting on mine and enjoy the first sweet bite.

"What are you staring at?" I ask a few minutes later.

Edward smiles, shaking his head. "You, with no make-up. You look so young."

"That's why I usually wear it around you," I confess.

"You're beautiful without it, but… I feel a bit like a dirty old man corrupting you."

"You're not corrupting me!" I protest.

"I took your virginity… in your high school classroom, no less."

Jumping out of my chair, I sit on Edward's lap, touching his amazing jaw and turning him to face me. "I gave you my virginity. Everything we've done together, I've wanted. So don't go getting all emo on me, all right?"

"You're pretty amazing," he says with a small smile. "I'll try not to."

A/N: So Edward found a party they could attend where he felt safe. Those who aren't familiar with St. Louis County wouldn't understand, but there really is no easy way to get from the UMSL campus in North Country to the area of South County where they were. The "inner belt" (I-170) stops halfway.

They had their first sleepover! And celebrated the one-year anniversary of their first time in fine style. A little credit to Edward for not overbaking the cinnamon rolls in the morning.

Can you just picture Jake as Andre the Giant? LOL!

Next update on Thursday.

For a teaser: I renamed this one a week ago after the Eagles concert. It's one of the bigger solo hits by one of the band members.