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Insane or not I run up the stairs to the second floor which is mercifully deserted probably because the juniors (who have their lockers up here) are still in class. I dash down the hall to the cupboard. To my great relief, it's empty, although it occurred to me on the way that I had the excuse of wanting to let Edward know what happened to Jessica. Although why I should have sprinted here like Bolt will be a little harder to explain…
By the white light of the naked Eco-bulb hanging from the ceiling, it doesn't look too appealing I have to say and I have a few internal harsh words for Jessica for choosing this as an ideal setting for a romantic date. There is an old, hard wooden chair which at least means that we won't have to stand up and some old metal shelving covered in paint cans and brushes as well as old mops, brooms and buckets in the corner. Really, I've seldom seen anything more depressing. I turn out the light and start to reconsider my whole scheme but I can hear somebody on the stairs at the far end of the corridor, so I push the door until it is almost closed and hold myself against it. There is only a sliver of light from the doorway, but as my eyes adjust I can see the outline of the chair very faintly. It really is very dark in here. I hope there aren't any spiders. At least it doesn't smell too bad.
I can hear Emmett's booming voice. Oh God, this must be Edward. Maybe I could just nonchalantly saunter out as if I just happened to be passing by? Nope. I'm going to have to go through with it.
I wait behind the door. Edward pushes it open and walks in rather hesitantly calling out "Hello?" as if he were expecting an alien or a slasher to jump out at him. Without giving him a chance to see me, I slam the door and turn the lock. I really don't want any unexpected visitors.
I turn back to Edward who is obviously still unable to see in the dark. I put my hands up on his shoulders and push him down onto the chair that I know is there and he manages to sit down without banging his shin painfully or any of the other things that I would undoubtedly do in his position.
And then he starts talking and he is surprisingly nice. He doesn't tell Jessica that she's a total slut and a nutcase or anything of the sort. He's obviously quite concerned for her pulling this bizarre stunt and he's clearly trying to make sure that she doesn't suffer too much subsequently. He's actually being rather sweet about the whole thing.
That's it, I think, and I break into his monologue with a whispered "Shut up and kiss me, Edward". Corny, I know, but it just seemed to fit.
I sit myself sideways on his lap, trying to put some of my weight on my own feet so that he doesn't feel like he has a whale on his knees. I put my hands up to feel his face because it's too dark to make out details like where his mouth is and imagine how embarrassing it would be if I land a big slobbery kiss on his nose or something. So I run my fingers around the side of his face, just working out where everything is. He's frozen. I lean forward, towards him and ….
…it suddenly occurs to me that I've never kissed a boy on the lips in my life and I don't know how. At the last minute I chicken out and lean my lips against his cheeks instead. I rest there for a minute or two feeling a rising panic. What am I doing?
I can't stay there with my lips attached to his face forever, so I decide to try carrying it off as if I meant to do it all along. I try another kiss on his cheek and another. An image floats into my head of Karen Allen in the first Indiana Jones and I try for his eyebrow, his chin, and a couple of other spots. Incredibly, he's still just sitting there although he seems a little less frozen than when I first sat on him and I'd almost swear that he's leaning into me a little when I kiss him. His skin is warm and a little rough over the bottom of his cheeks and his chin. I test the different textures of his face with my lips. It feels fabulous. I can't believe he's sitting still for this.
Much as I'm starting to enjoy myself, finding different spots to kiss, I realize from the way he is turning his face towards me that he's expecting one on the lips sooner or later. Screwing up all my courage and putting my hands either side of his head so that I know where I'm going in the dark I place my lips over his, quickly tilting my head slightly to avoid a nose clash. With only the slightest pressure, I hold my lips against his for a second, then another, a few more seconds and then a bit longer… and then completely unexpectedly his hands slide up my spine and then they're in my hair and the back of my head and they're urging me closer and his mouth opens a bit more and so I open mine in response and…
Oh God, I'm kissing Edward. And he's kissing me. And holding me.
And it feels awesome. I mean really good. I've never felt so excited and aroused and thrilled and warm. Actually, I really think the temperature has gone up a few degrees.
Unlike me, flying by the seat of my pants as we had established earlier, Edward clearly knows his way around a kiss. We try it all ways, to this side, the other side, lips melded together, then pulling away until we are just brushing each other, barely touching. When we go back to kissing deeply, it doesn't surprise me at all to feel his tongue and when I touch it with my own, I'm gratified to feel him press me closer with his hands and make a slight groaning noise. I really want to hear that groaning sound again so I try the tongue thing again and there's another noise but this time it's more of an "Mmmm" but with someone else's tongue in your mouth it ends up just sounding like a groan.
After an indeterminate time, I think I've got the hang of the kissing thing and I'm starting to think about other things that I could do to make Edward groan. He obviously feels the same way because he breaks off from the kissing and traces his lips around the curve of my chin to my neck. The feeling of him kissing up and down my throat is almost better than the kisses on the lips and I can hear my loud, ragged breaths, drowning out any other distant (or not so distant - I think I hear the door rattling once or twice) school sounds. I'm a little embarrassed at how breathy I've become but Edward doesn't seem to mind at all.
Edward comes back to my lips for more but suddenly he seems to be pushing me off his lap. I'm protesting as much as I can with my tongue in his mouth when he makes it clear that he doesn't want to let me go, he just wants me to sit astride him, which certainly does make things a lot … easier. Just for a change, I try licking his earlobe; it seems that he likes this too. Actually, when I think about it, Edward is pretty easy, I mean he seems to like anything involving licking or kissing or stroking or…
We kiss again for a while (I've got no idea how long we've been here) and then I feel Edward run his hands up and down my sides. It's nice but a little bit tame. Let's face it, I'd be happy to have Edward's hands all over me everywhere at this point. Then he slips his hands under my shirt and I get it, he wants to take my top off. Great idea, I'm feeling hot anyway, so I give him a hand by taking it off myself. I manage to tie it around my waist while Edward hits me with a new onslaught of kisses that start under my earlobe and slowly move down. Oh God, he's moving down my chest. My back arches involuntarily. His hand comes up and slides my straps off my shoulder and then he's brushing his hand over my breast and I didn't realize until he did it that they were aching to be stroked. When his mouth follows and his tongue makes little flicking motions I could spontaneously combust. I'm clawing at his shirt at the back, trying to pull it off and eventually he obliges me by ducking his head under and throwing it off. I don't know where it landed.
With both of us kind of bare chested, the kiss rate accelerates even more but it only continues to feel better. I come up for air at some point, and realize that I've been shamelessly rubbing myself over the front of his jeans. I'm a bit shocked at myself; isn't that some kind of perversion? Aren't there people who enjoy rubbing at other people with their clothes on? God, is that me? In the space of one lunchtime in a cupboard have I gone from 'never-been-kissed' to 'complete freak'?
If I am, then Edward is too, obviously, because when I slacken off my movements he places his hands on my ass and pushes and pulls me in a not-too-subtle hint that I should keep going. So, despite my slight misgivings about my mental health and his, I continue with my back and forward motions until this sensation builds up and I really don't think I can stop and Edward's lips are on my nipple again and his hand is on my other breast and my heart's racing and I'm panting but it all feels so good and my back arches more and … (wordless)… oh my God, I just came.
Can I just say at this point, that this is not my first orgasm? Despite my lack of experience with men I can get myself off whenever I want (well, in reality that's only ever been in bed wrapped in some extraordinary fantasy before I fall asleep) but obviously it's the first time it's happened in company. When all the fabulous clenching and shivering subsides, I'm momentarily self-conscious and at a loss. I wonder what I sounded like when I caught my breath like that. Did I call out his name? Did I make snuffling sounds like a rabbit? At least it's dark so I don't have to wonder what I looked like.
Edward seems to have grasped that something momentous happened however obviously nothing so earth shattering has happened to him yet, because after politely giving me a minute or two he is back rubbing himself against me with renewed ferocity and I have to say that although I'm still enjoying it, I'm starting to get a bit sore. I think that the reason it was all so good for me was that there appears to be some sort of hard lump in the front of Edward's crotch. I'm a hopelessly inexperienced virgin of course but even I can take a guess as to what that might be and I figure that some more directed attention might help him out so I wiggle back a bit and put my hand over his fly and sort of rub vaguely up and down.
Score. Now Edward's making the heaviest of the panting noises and he lets out a fabulous groan which is really music to my ears because it confirms that I've done something right. He puts a hand over mine and gently but firmly directs me to rub a bit faster while he buries his face in my neck. In a short time his whole body seems to twitch and he latches on to my neck like a vampire. I happily leave my hand over his cock as he makes a few last uncoordinated thrusts and then we're holding each other and panting and giving gentle kisses with touches of our lips as we both calm down.
Suddenly Edward says "OK Jess, you win. That was amazing" and WHAM! What was that? Oh yeah, that was reality hitting me in the back of the head like a huge block of concrete, a reality in which Edward thinks I'm an idiot called Jessica who propositioned him on Facebook and who he allowed to seduce him out of charity while meantime he and the real me have never had any kind of interaction that didn't involve theoretical biology as opposed to the entirely practical kind of biology that we just demonstrated. Even apart from this, Edward's comment strikes a sour note for me because he sounds a little resigned perhaps, maybe even defeated. That wasn't what I wanted at all.
I pull away a little and say in a low voice matching his "This wasn't supposed to be a contest. Yes, you could say I won" I add, trying to flirt a little to lighten him up a bit, "But that doesn't mean you lost". To my relief, I can sense that he has a little answering smile on his face in the dark. "I lost my innocence" he says but to my relief I can hear that he's teasing me back. "Oh yes, you were clearly pure and innocent before today" I say with heavy sarcasm because in fact it was very clear to me that Edward had some skills. Or perhaps that was just my innocence.
Much as I would like to stay and flirt some more, every moment that passes makes me more anxious about how I'm going to get out of this. Edward asks me "Where do think my shirt went?" and that gives me an excuse to get off his lap but also sends me into a panic that he is going to reach for the light switch. "Just stay there for a second" I whisper urgently. "I have one more surprise for you. Close your eyes". "Jess," he says and the sound of that name in his voice grates at me horribly when I'd like him to be saying my name. "I can hardly see anything in here, it's so dark – what is the point in shutting my eyes?" Shit. I know he's a bright boy but logical thinking is a bit inconvenient for me at the moment. "Just do me a favour" I urge and to my relief he responds "Okay". I make a dash for the door, flick the lock and am out in about two seconds without any of my usual fumbles. As I shut the door behind me I can hear Edward call out but then I'm off down the corridor to the stairs. I leave the stairwell at the first floor in case he comes after me and dodge away through the connecting wing and out to the library. I can't hear anyone behind me. A few juniors look startled at the sight of me running along the corridor but it is possible that they've just heard my reputation for clumsiness and they're afraid I'm going to fall flat on my face any second. Just outside the library, I throw myself into the girls' bathroom. As usual, this one is deserted. Puffing like some sort of Really Useful Engine, I throw myself against the wall, spread my arms out and throw my head back until the cold wall and the quiet bring me some kind of calm. When my heart stops beating frantically, I walk to the sinks and stare at myself in the mirror. I'm still flushed pink all the way down my chest and my hair is a horrible mess. I splash myself with cold water from the tap over my face and neck until I start to feel my skin cool. I raise my head slowly from the sink and stare at myself in the mirror, trying to work out if I look any different. Automatically, I start trying to smooth my hair out, best I can, without a brush or comb. I push the mass back behind my shoulders and there on my collarbone is proof that I am different and that something happened to me, causing dark broken blood vessels and slight red bruising under the pale skin. I put my hand up to feel the spot where he marked me, sort of testing for soreness but ending up more as stroking the place, reliving the feeling when it was made, bringing on a renewed attack of being weak and shaky. A whole new blush breaks out and my heart rate picks up again.
I startle at the sound of the door and reflexly flick my hair over my right shoulder and around my neck. Thank fuck, it is Angela.
"Hi Bella, there you are" she says, acting so normal that I am momentarily shocked. Doesn't she realize what a state I'm in? Obviously not. "I didn't see you in the library earlier and you missed layouts of the school paper. Yorkie is not happy with you! I had to calm him down, he was going to go look for you".
Yorkie. The school paper. What the hell is she talking about? My old life wafts through my head. Right, that was supposed to be my lunchtime today, helping Yorkie and hanging around the library. I almost forgot.
My appearance finally registers with my friend and she looks concerned. "Bella, are you okay?" she asks doubtfully. I have to get it together here.
"Actually, I'm feeling kind of faint" I say truthfully enough. "I got all hot and sweaty so I came in here and I've just been splashing some water on myself and seeing if it gets worse".
"Is that why you took off your top?" she asks coming over to me and putting her arm around my shoulders gently.
Shit, that's right I'm still just wearing my camisole although I least I managed to pull up the straps. I nod, trying to look ill. "I thought I might throw up a while ago", I explain "But it's getting better". I don't want her to take me to the nurse in case Jessica is still there. I don't think I could face that.
Angela is just lovely to me, offering me a loan of her hairbrush in order to brush my hair and rubbing my back gently. If I really were feeling sick, I'm sure I'd be better in no time. The only problem is when I think she might notice the mark on my neck, so I keep rubbing my hand across it as if my neck hurt. She walks with me back to my locker and I'm half bending down, picking up my bag when she asks "Did you hear? Jessica got hit by a door and had to go to the school nurse. I still don't think she's back in class. So much for the whole Edward stunt! I bet he's relieved. I think he actually mildly dislikes her but he's never been mean enough to tell her".
Still with my head in my locker, I say "Poor Jess!" rather insincerely. It seems that Angela didn't hear that I was there so that's a relief too. It means that Lauren and Jessica aren't openly accusing me of deliberate sabotage. I put on my hoodie and zip it up to disguise any suspicious bruises. Angela continues to chatter away while we walk to Spanish class and I make noncommittal noises every so often.
In Spanish, I'm so preoccupied with thinking about Edward that it is as if every single word of the language has been wiped from my mind with some sort of specialized serum, like you see in spy thrillers. In my daydream he is waiting for me after school and tells me that he knew it was really me all along and he sweeps me into his car and we drive off to his country estate which seems to be somewhere in France and … I'm abruptly brought back to the present when Mrs Goff directly asks me a question and I stare at her open mouthed, unable to say anything in reply. Fortunately, she is too impatient today to hassle me and Angela steps in to answer the question. I give Angela a nod of thanks afterwards and try to stop myself from sliding back into romantic fantasies but I just can't help it…
Finally the class is over. The only subject left between me and the end of my day is … Biology.
Oh Shit.