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Chapter 10
Seminal Ejaculation
or
Sexual Harassment at the Wheel
or
The End of Seminal Congestion
Edward
Bella and I were in my Volvo, speeding down the highway toward Seattle.
As far as the traffic allowed, I got everything out of it that I could. I wanted to embrace my new 'conquest' as quickly as possible. Besides, it was fun to have a race with Rose, who was currently somewhere behind us with Emmett in her red BMW. One of the few passions I absolutely shared with her.
Alice had canceled at short notice, because her catering service had dropped out and she had to find a new one who was willing to fulfill all her special requests. Jasper, to whom she had already described my - well, rather Bella's - new baby in great detail, was not such a car freak anyway and had preferred to stay with her. However, she had sent Emmett fresh clothes for me, so that I didn't have to go home to change, and we could leave right away.
I hadn't thought of that at all last night. Thank goodness it was solid pair of tight jeans. I sent a prayer of thanks to Alice.
With thoughts of the previous night and the uncomfortably oppresive boner that had tormented me for three quarters of it with teasing consistency, more comfortable pants had seemed like the logical conclusion yesterday. The biggest mistake of my life - right after deciding to leave Bella. Because my little friend - wrong - my greatest enemy had shamelessly exploited this new freedom of movement and driven me to the brink of my embarrassment and despair. If there had been any blood left in my veins, I would have been beat red like an overripe tomato next to Bella all evening - as long as there was some blood available to go with it. First, she had sat right on top of HIM during my seemingly too audacious kiss, and I had come to feel like there was nothing that could stop HIM from drilling through all the layers of fabric to finally reach the longed-for heat that seemed to give HIM a completely independent life of his own. Almost nearly as bad had then been the situation when Bella had so tangibly demonstrated my erogenous zones. So short - so effective. HE practically sped towards her like a control stick. It was only thanks to my too large shirt and my presence of mind to sit up and bend far enough forward, thankful that HE was not like the Eiffel Tower personally emblazoned in front of her. After the semen danger/examination topic, HE had calmed down at least, but that didn't last long.
Until Bella made a pass at me after a short deep sleep phase ... or rather almost attacked me. At first she just snuggled tightly against me, and I thought she was awake. But she did not react when I spoke to her softly. And then the snuggling turned into rubbing, the breathing into a soft moan. Her leg captured my legs, her hand took over my chest and last but not least I felt her hot wet lips on my neck. If I had human skin, there would be a hickey there now like a light signal testifying to her assault. I was glad that this was not the case and that I was spared having to explain this to her.
At that point, I was on the verge of plucking her off me to maintain my hard-won control. But just as unexpectedly as she had started, she let go of me with a frustrated sigh. Or maybe she didn't. She was still lying half on top of me ... Soulfully, fast asleep ... Smelling seductively ... Right under my nose.
I lay frozen - only my cursed cock was bouncing up and down with pleasure. I pushed the stopped air out of my lungs and tried to calm down with my breathing, as it were, and to hold my self-control together, which HE made very difficult for me. Certainly with full intention ... I wanted to wring HIS neck. But my tight grip triggered quite different sensations in me, and HE was now addressing very specific libidinal requests to me, which I could not comply with with the best will in the world with Bella on my chest ... Even if I had wanted to ...
God, I was really infinitely grateful for the tight bonds with which HE was now – in this moment - gagged.
Because Bella seemed to be clawing at the seat not only with her fingers, but also with her gaze on me. Actually, you'd think I'd be used to that now after the year and a half, but today it made me kind of nervous. Maybe it was because every time I felt her eyes resting on me below my collar, I thought I heard muffled reminders coming from my pants. Or the simple fact that her eyes were simply in far too deep regions far too often. I had to constantly remind myself not to grip the steering wheel too tightly and crush it in the process.
I concentrated more than necessary on the road until my cell phone rang.
'Carlisle' was on the display.
"Carlisle?", I squawked, and had to clear my throat to get a reasonable tone out. "What's up?"
"Edward? Are you all right?"
Why did parents always have to have such an unpleasant sense of intuition - at least mine did. Thank goodness the same could not be said of Charlie, the police chief.
"Yes, yes, everything is fine."
"Are you guys on your way yet?"
"Halfway there. Did something happen?"
"No, no ... The thing is ... I have to take over night duty for a colleague who is out for a long time starting tomorrow, and I did take the week off before the wedding."
"I don't quite understand why you're calling me on my cell phone about this!?"
"The thing is this. At night, the laboratory is accessible only for absolute emergencies ... That is, it would be too conspicuous, or rather very difficult to explain, if I were to stay there without a valid reason."
Slowly, what I had heard seeped into my mind, which strictly refused to accept the consequences. But my father would not be my father if he did not shamelessly rub the facts under my nose on a silver platter.
"So if you still want me to examine your sperm, you'd have to come right by here on your way home today - like, in five hours? Does that work?"
Thoughts raced inside me.
Today? TODAY! NO! Not today. I'm not ready ... shit, I have to do this. I can't ... I can't sleep with Bella without knowing. OH GOD ... How could I ...? Ahh ...! I had to do this! TODAY!
And at the very moment when the ice-cold brutal realization hit me, my great enemy precociously raised his head.
'Ha ...! I knew I'd get a chance today!'
"Edward?"
Bella's pointed voice snapped me out of my rigidity.
She looked at me with wide open eyes as horrified as I felt - as if she had seen a ghost.
I didn't even want to know what I looked like at that moment - probably about the same as I did back in Volterra.
"What happened?"
Oh dear, I had to calm her down somehow. She just imagined any accidents or violent crimes - which I just wished to my cock.
"Nothing has happened, Bella." Not yet. "It's all right - everyone's fine."
"Edward? What's going on with Bella?", Carlisle spoke up in my ear.
I was beginning to feel overwhelmed trying to appease three people at once.
"Carlisle. Bella is fine. I'll come by later. See you then."
I simply hung up without waiting for an answer.
He would understand. Or he wouldn't. Either way. Bella.
I looked to her briefly to earn an extremely curious questioning look.
Immediately, I turned my attention back to the traffic.
A miracle that I hadn't caused an accident. Vampire multitasking also had its advantages ... But too late.
"Edward, can you please explain what that just was?"
Oh no! Please don't.
I swallowed.
My cock clapped his hands enthusiastically. – 'Yeah ...! This is going to be exciting.' - Wait, since when did dicks have hands? Since now. Mine did, at least. HE twitched expectantly. About the same way Bella was looking at me.
"I'm waiting!"
'Me too ...' - God, I just went insane. When exactly had my fucking pecker started talking to me and meddling in my affairs?! Now come on, Cullen! Get a hold of yourself and be a man!
I took one deep breath ...
And a second time ...
"Edward?"
... And swallowed.
"I'm supposed to stop by Carlisle's hospital right after - he only has a chance to go to the lab today."
'You'll never get away with it,' the miserable bastard sneered knowingly. - God, how could you finally shut this guy up?
"To the lab? ... Huh ...? Why does he need you to do that? Do I have to understand that?"
Bella was visibly irritated.
"No, you don't. It's best not to think about it," I tried to say as casually as possible.
Not a smart move!
"Very funny, Edward. Then please explain to me why you looked like you had met Death himself earlier!"
Great, why did my cock seem to know her better than me? Death ...? Yes, one could describe so - HE would be my death!
"He needs a se ... sample to examine," I mumbled, unreasonably hoping she either wouldn't hear or wouldn't elaborate - or preferably both.
She frowned and remained silent for a while, hope had already begun to germinate, only to be mercilessly crushed on the ground. It had only taken her a little while to put one and one together.
"He needs your sperm sample to examine," she stated.
I nodded briefly and stared ahead through the windshield. And the next kick was already coming.
"And where ...?", she continued. "THAT is your problem!"
She looked at me with narrowed eyes, searching for confirmation.
Black hole, where are you?
Her gaze wandered lower.
Oh God, no Bella, please don't! What are you doing to me? And already HE could be heard loud and clear again. – 'Hi hi hi ...' -
"Edward, please don't tell me that ..."
No, don't say it ...
"... that you've ..."
'Say it, say it!'
"... never jerked off before!"
No ...
I hung my head.
HE stretched it as if HE sensed something. Oh God, what must she think of me now? What a wuss ... – 'Hey! I am not a wimp!' - No at the moment rather permanently hard boiled, I know. Bite me, get lost finally!
I shook my head and mentally slapped myself.
I really was a brick short of a full load, now I was already talking to my cock ... HE should fuck off ...
A hysterical chuckle sprouted in me ...
Maybe still 'Fuck you, you ass'? ...
"Look out!" Bella screeched and pulled me out of the most bizarre inner dialogue I've ever had.
I easily dodged the car in front of me.
"Look at the road if you're going to race like that!"
"Okay. Okay. No need to panic."
She shook her head indignantly and mused to herself.
"I thought guys did that all the time ..."
'You see. You see!'
I gritted my teeth.
I'd probably need Emmett for the punch to shut THAT ONE up. How am I supposed to get rid of HIM again? ... Well, she had a point. At a certain age, a low neckline or a sexy butt was enough for the boys to sit in class with a hard-on. I didn't make the mistake of choosing a course with a young and attractive teacher again. The surge of the most incomprehensible flood of thoughts had simply been too much to ignore ... Disgusting ... Not comprehensible ... Until now.
She scrutinized me again in detail.
And then said, "Does it have to be yours if it's such a big problem for you?"
I looked at her in surprise and was honestly grateful for her understanding. I had probably unconsciously expected more malice.
"No, it wouldn't have to," I reasoned.
"So, I can understand Carlisle not being able to ... um ... extract sperm at work, but you ... or he could ask one of your brothers."
'No! You can't do that to me!' SOMEONE in my crotch protested. - As quickly as the spark had flared up, it was extinguished again. – 'Yes!' - I could vividly imagine how my esteemed brothers would react to this. I didn't want to give Emmett another reason to taunt me to my non-existent end of life.
I hung my head in resignation.
"How could I explain this to them ...?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Just a suggestion, after all."
"Hmm ... thanks."
It was quiet for a while, and I tried to mentally prepare myself for this afternoon – and realized too late that the topic was still bubbling inside her.
"But that can't be. You've never done it yourself? Really NEVER?"
God, Bella. Is there no privacy at all in a partnership anymore? – 'No, you have it together!' my doodle enlightened me. – Okay, if that is so. I'll shut her up for sure with this.
"No. You?"
She turned bright red.
"Me?" she beeped, "This isn't about me at all."
"Oh, no?", I asked provocatively.
"No! Carlisle doesn't need a sample from me!"
"Yes, you're right ... And, have you?" I followed up.
My curiosity was aroused.
"No."
Ha ... I thought so.
"There, you see?"
"There's no comparison at all - I'm a woman!"
"Why not?"
"Oh God, can you please stop doing that now!"
Surefire plan executed. Topic ended.
I grinned stupidly to myself.
So I didn't know her so badly after all.
"Please, as you wish. I'd love to."
But I was wrong.
We were silent for a while.
Until I felt her piercing scorching gaze again - where I wanted it least of all. Hot and cold shivers ran down my spine. Soon I would no longer be able to drive on like this.
"Bella, can you please stop doing that!"
'No, don't. I need this!'
"What?" she looked up, caught off guard.
"Staring at me like that."
I had the feeling that she was undressing me with her eyes. They didn't linger long on my face - but even from that my lips seemed to tingle. Again, they drifted downward. Had she just bitten her lip?
I looked at her, aghast.
Wrong. Her heartbeat was clearly increased, and her breathing was shallower. She was licking her lips. Those lips ... All I could see was that slightly open mouth and her wet glistening tongue. Even when I looked away still, I still saw that. Oh no. My enemy was just getting immensely big and standing by immediately. I saw it in my mind's eye, how she enclosed HIM with her full red lips and felt how she teased me with her hot tongue.
I clawed at the steering wheel so hard it crunched.
I had to stop her somehow.
"Bella ..."
My voice was rough and strange.
Her expression was curious ... No, actually more just greedy and put my insides in a blazing inferno - and the old traitor danced around it singing.
"Well, if you don't ..." She sounded hoarse and cleared her throat. "... I'd like to ... give it a try ..."
Before my features could fall apart, a loud horn sounded.
My eyes darted forward, and I just managed to dodge a truck rear end at the last second.
Bella cried out.
That honking again.
In the rearview mirror, I saw my siblings stuck not five meters behind my bumper.
"Shit, they didn't hear us - did they?", Bella asked in horror when she noticed them.
"At that noise level and speed, probably not."
I checked her thoughts.
'You've driven better before. Are you going to kill Bella yourself today?'
A sarcastic look from Rose proved me right.
"No, they didn't."
And I was glad that I had been spared Jasper's intuition today. I can't imagine how he would react to my emotional chaos at the moment. But Emmett wouldn't be Emmett if he didn't hit the nail almost on the head.
'Hey kid! Did your hot-blooded Bella just give you a blowjob, or what's up?'
'I wish,' HE sighed in my pants.
I pushed the gas pedal to the metal, and we shot off.
I breathed a sigh of relief - too soon.
Less than two minutes later, I noticed her tingling air touches again.
My body was instantly electrified again.
'Come on, Little one, give it to him.' - Shut up down there! What had gotten into my future wife today? Had she allied herself with HIM that she screwed me all the time with her look?
"Edward ..."
God, their voice alone prompted HIM to loudly shouts for joy.
"... I was serious earlier."
I had feared it. – 'Oh, shut up up there and let her have it!'
'Now we have you!'
The triumphant thoughts from my siblings failed to distract me as they rushed past us.
We looked at each other urgently.
She was not only dead serious, but fiercely determined.
My uncertain whispered "What, you can't ...? You want to ...?" I could have saved myself the trouble.
It only added intensity to it.
In my pants someone began to pant as if HE knew what was coming now.
Her hand jerked to her seat belt.
"I'll do it now," were her words as the seat belt buckle clicked.
And my heart would have stopped ... if it had beaten.
"I want to touch you finally," she murmured as she turned to me.
I had the feeling of bursting. I lost my breath, which I really shouldn't need at all. It was raging inside me. My mouth was dry as dust. My mind stopped working.
She looked at me energetically with a lustful look and ordered me to drive slowly in the right lane.
I obeyed.
"Concentrate on the traffic!", were her last words.
Very apt ... Which one?
"No, wait a minute ... That's too dangerous ..."
In a final flash of inspiration, I pulled over in an emergency parking bay.
Very appropriate.
My hands clawed like vices at the wheel, which groaned suspiciously. I directed my eyes straight ahead and fell into a vampiric stiffness.
If I had tried to move even a finger during what followed, I would not have been able to guarantee for anything. I probably would have grabbed her on the spot, pulled her onto me and taken her - in the middle of the highway.
Then her hand was on my thigh, way too high ... And slid even higher.
Every cell in my body was on alert.
I pushed the air out of my lungs that threatened to tear me apart and gasped for oxygen.
Her fingers had reached my trouser button and unzipped it.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I felt her hot hand gently on my willing cock, which almost jerked towards her as if there was no fabric left between them.
She sucked in a sharp breath as she explored its full length.
Oh no, I knew it was a mistake. Now she would get scared ...? ... Or not.
She was already making her way under my shirt onto my bare stomach and slipping her hand into my boxers.
Jesus. The steering wheel.
All I could still feel were her warm soft fingers tracing all the contours with uncanny tenderness, down the shaft and discovering my bulging balls.
Oh ... Shhi ...
She clasped my manhood with her soft hand and began to slide up and down.
Ahh ... oh God ... Bella, yesss ... Ssss ... The cars - the hand - the traffic - oh my ... Ohh Bella ...! - Uhh ... uhh ... uhh ... Aahh ...!
I didn't know how long it lasted ... My entire perception was focused on a single hot glowing, pulsating, all-consuming point that eventually detonated ... And with it, every single molecule inside me. I was completely intoxicated and out of my mind.
"Edward?"
Her prompting question made me jump.
I jerked my head forward and my eyes opened.
"If we don't want to fall too far behind, we should move on again," I was informed.
I struggled for my composure.
That's when I noticed that my car was parked - on the side of the highway. Thank God the car had blacked-out windows and I had decided against the Vanquish. That would have been the crowning embarrassment.
So I pulled out, lined back up with traffic, and struggled to get my breathing under control.
"Um ... do you have a tissue?" I heard Bella's voice.
Bella, oh God ... Boiling hot, the awareness of what had just happened set in. What she had just done to me.
I looked at her.
She held her hand up in the air and there was a slightly milky, somewhat viscous substance on it.
No, my sperm on her hand!
Her gaze slid searchingly around the car and then lingered on her hand again ...
And then she immediately delivered the next shock to me.
She raised her hand to her face and smelled it, and ...
No, that's not true ... She doesn't want to lick it now, does she?!
I still couldn't get my hands off the wheel.
"Bella!" Thank God.
She looked up, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling.
"There's your bag back there," I indicated with my head.
"Oh ...! Yeah ... right."
She climbed halfway back and then sank back into the seat, rummaging one-handed for a cloth and then finally wiping away the evidence of my outpouring.
"And please put your seat belt back on."
She looked at me and then down and grinned.
"In a minute, I'll just remove the traces of what I did and pack it back up."
My gaze followed her movements and fell on my still half exposed dick and the mess around it.
Great! Are you satisfied now! – 'Hmm - and how!' was the blissful response.
As Bella stretched with a fresh cloth to clean my cock, I was finally able to loosen my cramped fingers and take it from her.
"I'll handle it."
"Oh?" she trailed off, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "Overcome your fear of contact?"
"Hmm ... Looks like it," I muttered, and I became aware of a tiny dull vibration inside me.
A contented lulling hum flooded my cells and did not let me think clearly.
I shook my head and took a deep breath.
A cloud, saturated with lust, enveloped me. If this kept up, Carlisle might as well commit me to the insane asylum later.
I opened the window to clear the sex haze from the tight enclosed space.
I felt like I was in a bubble and hundreds of emotions and thoughts were roaring around me and none could really get through to me.
"Edward?" Bella eyed me closely. "Is everything all right with you?"
"Hmm ...? I think so. I ... am just ..." ... quite confused. Somehow I had to sort it all out first ...
And then my stupid cell phone rang - which was to blame for everything.
Alice. ALICE!
And suddenly my mind was working at full speed again.
Shit ... Alice! ... Damn, how many times had I cursed in the last half hour? When had I degenerated into such a cur ... 'oh-what-do-you-know'? What was I doing with Alice? If I didn't pick up, she was going to go crazy.
"Al ..."
That was as far as I got.
"Edward, at last! Thank God! Are you guys okay? Tell me, have you guys completely lost it? In the middle of the highway?! Something could have happened ..."
A squealing, nagging torrent of words pelted down on me.
"STOP!", I interrupted her very rudely. "Nothing happened and it's none of your business at all. Keep it to yourself!"
"It's okay, Edward. Calm down. I was really worried about you. Where would Bella get such a suicidal idea! ..."
"ALICE! Stay out of this! And shut up. Understand? Not a word to anyone - not even Jasper!"
I don't think I had ever spoken to her so harshly before. I almost felt sorry again.
"Um ... oops! - Too late," she beeped ...
"God! Alice!" I almost yelled at her.
I would most like to ... Argh ...!
"Edward! Pull yourself together now! And stop yelling at me!"
Now she was angry, too. How could that upset me so much?
I sighed, took a deep breath, and maltreated the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger.
I shouldn't be so angry with my little sister. She did not deserve that.
"All right, listen. I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. Please inculcate Jasper ... Not a dying word - to anyone!", I said in a conciliatory tone.
"It's okay. You got it, bro. But really, what's the big deal? Your first orgasm? Be happy!"
I grudgingly hung up.
This woman caused me mood swings like on a roller coaster. Why did everyone in my family have to be so shameless about their sex lives? And mine? Where did she get the idea to even ask if ...
"Oh Edward!", Bella whispered.
She was a little pale around the tip of her nose.
"Bella? Are you okay?"
I put my hand on her arm.
Earlier she was still so brave ... Yes, almost dominant, that I had hardly recognized her. Well, she had already had her unbridled passion attacks many times, but just unconsciously hormone-controlled she had not appeared to me just now. And now she sat there like a heap of misery.
"Oh God, I'm sorry."
"What exactly are you sorry for?"
I stroked her cheek.
"I didn't mean to."
"You didn't mean to?!" I had to laugh out loud. "You should have thought about that a little earlier! Besides, you were pretty firm about it ... For not wanting that."
"I didn't mean it that way, after all."
"Well, that's good then. Because I'm not sorry either. It was just indescribable! Thank you."
"Really?"
Her eyes sparkled proudly.
I winked at her.
"I just hope those two keep their mouths shut, because if Emmett finds out ..."
"I wasn't thinking - again - about Alice at all ... How can you get used to a sister like that? Oh God, this is so embarrassing. What did she actually see, exactly?"
"She didn't tell me that. Normally, she sees a resulting situation as soon as a decision has been made. Anything spontaneous, unthought-out remains hidden from her. So it depends primarily on what and how much you have planned beforehand!"
And with that, I looked at her questioningly.
I was very interested in how she came to this.
"I didn't plan anything," she said far too quickly. "Well, not really, I mean ... more like dreamed."
"You dreamed about my cock?", I snorted with laughter.
"Oh God!"
Bella slapped her hands in front of her red face and let herself sink so low in the seat that she was almost under the dashboard.
"What's wrong with me today? Why do I always have to say the wrong things?" she mumbled dully under her hands. "Not about your ... THING. About you, you idiot!" she said a little louder.
"About me?! Aha … very interesting." Like last night? "Didn't know that my eyes were located below my navel as often as you stared there."
"I've seen your eyes often enough. But as much as I love them, you're not just made of them."
Her voice sounded grumpy. In a moment the hissing kitten would appear.
"Man, Edward! We're getting married in two and a half weeks and ... and I haven't even seen you naked yet!"
There it was. Well, not much was missing in the meantime.
"You chose the date. And I don't think you can talk about just looking at it here anymore."
"God, you gave me the idea with your talk about semen samples. I don't know ... I just thought, if you don't want to do it, I'll do it. I know you. You and your old-fashioned principles ... In the end, it would have all just fallen apart because you were too worried about your sperm."
I looked at her a little surprised and had to shake my head laughing.
Once she had set her mind on something, there was truly no stopping her.
"Okay. I see. And that was the test run beforehand, or what?"
She looked at me a little grimly.
"Don't tell me you would have preferred the hospital for your first time."
I furrowed my brow.
From that point of view ... she was somehow right. The plan with the sperm sample really didn't seem as unattainable to me as it had been an hour ago. But I could hardly go to Carlisle and then disappear with Bella in some room! Besides, I really didn't know what would happen if I didn't have a steering wheel to hold on to. Somehow or other I had to manage on my own.
My gaze focused on a red speedster a few miles away.
Yes, that was Rose's BMW ... Good. I had finally caught up with her. Would have been hard to explain if we had shown up fifteen minutes later. Just in time before the exit and the city traffic.
"There are the others," I called Bella's attention and her cheeks immediately turned a little redder.
"Um ... speaking of Rose and Emmett. We should probably try to get your pants a little cleaner before we face them right away. If I can smell that already ..."
I widened my eyes.
Oh no! I hadn't thought of that at all.
I looked down at myself at the half-dried, smudged stains on my lap. I flared my nostrils and sucked in the air intently, to analyze every molecule.
I had no experience with it, but the others ... The smell was already concise. Probably too distinct in connection with my disastrous driving skills today. Oh, what was I doing?
"Do you have anything with you? Wet wipes, perfume ..."
She laughed out loud.
"Yeah ... perfume in your crotch! That won't draw stupid comments," and rummaged around in her bag. "A wet wipe and a bottle of water I can offer."
"So lemon-scented crotch or looking like I peed my pants - great choice!" We both had to laugh. "Give me the wet wipe."
A pungent smell of lemon and toilet rim block rammed my mucous membranes when I tore open the package and I immediately held my breath. I tried to eradicate the stains with it - but quickly had my doubts about the effectiveness.
Without further ado, I threw it out the window.
"Hey! Ever heard of environmentalism?!", Bella protested immediately.
"Sorry, I had to get rid of that beastly stench."
Who the hell came up with the idea to produce such a stink and then even dare to call it a 'wet wipe with fresh scent'?
I briefly opened the back window to air out.
And did the smell test.
Everything inside me contracted and it shook me. In addition, the telltale whiff of Bella's action - or rather my reaction - still lay underneath.
My eyes fell on the bottle in Bella's hand, from which she had just taken a sip.
To step in front of the dealer of a Mercedes car dealership with a water stain on my lap was unpleasant even for me. The only thing that remained was the loose pants from yesterday, which were lying on the back seat so that Charlie wouldn't trip over them. Also not exactly befitting the status quo - but at least better than giving the impression of having wet himself.
"Didn't it do anything?", asked Bella, who had been watching me.
"Mmm - mmm ... Can you reach my pants in the back seat?"
"Do you want to change your clothes? Here? Now? Next to me? While you're driving? In the middle of city traffic?"
With each question, her eyes grew even bigger.
I had to laugh at the divine sight.
"Yes. There is no more time to stop. Only a few minutes ... and there are the others ahead. I'm fast, remember? Won't take five seconds. You hold the wheel for a moment. And ready." She still looked at me in disbelief. "Come on, get on with it! Otherwise it will be too late," I chortled.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and picked up my pants. I slipped out of my shoes at the same time.
"And what are you going to tell Rose and Em?", she asked.
"Hmm ...? That you accidentally dumped your water on me."
"Me? Well, thank you! Mercifully, by accident and not on purpose ..." she grumbled, and I grinned to myself.
"Okay, we're running out of time. Ready? Then hold on to the steering wheel."
In a few milliseconds I had the pants open and off and was about to reach for the other when I noticed that the smell of cum was now stronger. I looked down at myself.
Oh no. The boxer shorts had also gotten some.
I looked briefly at Bella.
Had she not just accused me that she had never seen me naked?
Shortly decided the boxers were also gone and the pants on.
This much too wide pants, without anything underneath. That could still become cheerful! At least my shirt was halfway long enough.
I took the wheel again and slipped into my shoes. Then I surveyed Bella as she had enjoyed my little snappy striptease.
"Wow ... God ... Edward ...!? Hey, you could have given me a heads up!"
"That was not planned. Normal talk would have taken too long and too quickly that you would not have understood me. Just in time - we're here."
"That's all right. But next time you can take your time!"
My head spun around to her, and I almost hit the back of Rosalie's car.
"Next time?"
"Watch where you're driving. Otherwise Rose will kill you."
Almost three quarters of an hour later we were already on our way back.
Our new baby purred below us, and I couldn't help but keep stroking the steering wheel tenderly.
Of course, Bella had strictly refused to drive it. Despite all my persuasions - although I had to admit to myself that I hadn't made much of an effort. I was too eager to try it out myself. And in view of my 'appointment' with Carlisle, it was probably better that way. At Bella's pace, we wouldn't have arrived until the middle of the night and my baby would have been miserable from being underchallenged.
Although she hadn't even made a snide comment, I had expected more defensiveness and horror. Far from the enthusiasm that Rose displayed, of course. But there was a faint hope stirring in me that she would be able to make friends with the amazing vehicle. There wasn't much more paperwork to be done, only the handover receipt to be signed.
I wouldn't have had to worry about the pants, since it was a department head who didn't want to miss the handover of my little custom-made piece and who had immediately succumbed to my charm. I probably could have stood there with short torn jeans, and would not have noticed her negatively.
Only Rose had not missed it when I got out and she had wondered if I had not worn something else before. But it was only a brief thought, which she did not pursue.
Rose wanted to look around some more and get some information and - knowing her - take a test drive or two. Emmett had stayed with her and would then take my Volvo home.
At the moment when I was about to throw him the key, Bella reminded me with her remark about needing her bag, of something completely different that was still in my car.
God, that had been a close call. The whole circus with the pants and I almost threw them down his throat myself!
In lightning speed I was at the Volvo and had disposed of the evidence of my first orgasm in a trash can.
I hoped Alice wouldn't hold the loss of a pair of Versace pants against me too much. I was really beginning to wonder where this was going to take me. There wasn't much left of the all reasoning, perfectly planning and executing vampire I used to be right now. To the amusement of my fellow vampires.
The ride was comparatively quiet.
I mostly reveled in the pleasure of driving my - their - new special edition model. It wasn't nearly the same feeling as my dearly beloved Vanquish - but the maiden voyage of a new car has always been something special.
Then we were back in Forks and an uneasy feeling started to settle in the pit of my stomach.
"Do you want me to take you home already or do you want to wait in the car?", I asked Bella.
"I thought I'd come along!"
That's what I was afraid of.
"You want to face Carlisle voluntarily?" I asked, hoping to scare her off.
"Um ... well. As long as he doesn't want any samples from me, I will stand by you."
"Very self-sacrificing of you ... But I don't know ... He's a little too open and direct there sometimes ... or rather most of the time."
I didn't know what to expect or if I wanted Bella there.
"So ... help ... you don't need any?", she asked hesitantly.
"What?! ... No ... um ... I think I can manage somehow ...?"
What an absurd situation.
I shook my head.
"... After you showed me how it's done today," I grinned wryly.
"If you say so, I'll wait in the car. Will you come right back then, or do you want to wait for the results?"
"I don't know how long it will take him to do the exam. I'll let you know then."
"Okay."
Then the hospital appeared in front of us.
And I didn't know why, but I felt like I was going to my own crucifixion. My throat was tightening.
I turned into the driveway and looked for a parking spot.
Pull yourself together, man! This is important!
I took another deep breath.
"Okay. See you in a bit."
"See you soon – and have fun!", she chuckled.
Very funny.
I threw the door shut without comment.
However, a "You can do it" wouldn't have really cheered me up either.
As I went in, I listened to see if I could spot him anywhere.
Nothing.
So I turned to the front desk.
"Can you please tell me where Dr. Cullen is right now?"
"Dr. Cullen should be on station three. You'll also find his office there."
"Thank you very much. I know my way around."
With a quick step and my head bowed, I walked to his office.
Just before that, he met me in the hallway.
I looked up and gazed into his as always beaming face.
"Ahh ... Edward, there you are. I heard you downstairs. Come on in."
He opened the door, and we entered the room.
"Hey Dad!" I brought out with difficulty.
"Are you all right?"
I nodded.
"Let's just get it over with quickly."
The 'how fast' is not up to me, I heard before he got his thoughts under control.
And I screwed up my face.
He cleared his throat, handed me a glass, and said, "Here you go."
He pointed to a door and continued.
"Go to the treatment room, you will be undisturbed there. Please try to get everything directly into the jar so nothing gets contaminated."
I stood there, glass in hand, looking from the glass to the door, to him, and back again, feeling like the last dumbass. I stared at the container in my hand, blinking and wondering what he meant with that.
He must have noticed my puzzled look, because he began to explain.
"Normally there are plastic cups for this, and it doesn't matter in other examinations whether you had the sperm in your hand beforehand or not. But since you certainly want to have as unclouded a result as possible ... directly into the sterile glass and then cover it right away ..." He pointed to a round glass pane on the desk. "... so it won't be out in the air too long and oxidize. I'm on rounds, but I can take a break anytime. Call me when you're done."
Good. Understood.
"Plastic ...?", I muttered.
The word plastic had rung a bell with me ... plastic ... synthetic ... rubber ... CONDOM. Oh yes ... Bella's question.
"The plastic cup is inconvenient in that case, because it would be possible that the venom would attack the surface, changing the composition."
"Ahh ... Okay ... I guess that would be the same for latex, right?"
"Latex?", he looked at me irritated. What's he up to with latex?
Before he could indulge in any more speculation, I quickly explained, "Would condoms be an option for protection?"
Ahh ...
His face brightened.
But he said, "I guess not. But I can check that in a moment as well."
"Thank you."
"Any other questions?"
Hundreds ...
I shook my head.
"I ... don't ... think ...", and continued to stand there all dressed up and nowhere to go.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a pinched grin.
"Do you need anything else?"
Huh...?
I blinked my eyes.
'For ... stimulation or something?'
Oh, God, let me die. How stupid. All that was missing was him waving a porn magazine.
I turned and disappeared into the small room with a "No thank you," accompanied by his 'How cute'.
I snorted.
How cute!? Just what a man wants to hear from his father. Just what I needed right now. Argh ...!
And then I stood there. In the room. With the glass in my hand.
Groaning, I first let myself sink onto the lounger, looked at the container, at the floor, and then at the door.
Then I got up, locked the door, and sat down again.
I stared at the glass in my hands as if by sheer concentration and imagination I could get my sperm in there.
How the hell should I - already purely technically - get the stuff in there?! If I was not completely mistaken, a stand stood upward ... Should I stand on the head thereby or how should that go? I didn't even know how it came out of there ... With what pressure. Did it ooze out of there, or did it splash - and if so, how far? At that moment in the car earlier, I hadn't really been paying attention, let alone that I was capable of doing so.
That was the next problem.
How was I supposed to concentrate at that moment, of all times, on getting everything neatly into the sterile interior of the jar?! At least nothing was hanging on the roof of the car.
I looked around.
On my nice wide pants with enough free space, in which just nothing moved at all ... Now when I need you, you let me down! Traitor. I was also absolutely in the perfect mood and environment for it. Thousands of voices and thoughts around me. Oh dear! What had I gotten myself into?!
So sitting was definitely not an option, headstand probably not either, most likely then lying down. I turned around on the narrow cot, let myself fall backwards and put my legs up.
So now I was lying there with the glass on my stomach and now? Maybe I should have taken a porn magazine with me?
I sighed and closed my eyes.
Or Bella. Bella was the only option.
I tried to relax and thought about this morning.
A quick glance from her had been enough to make him rise. Bella ...
I focused on her face, how she had looked at me.
Her lips ... Her lips, how she had stroked with her tongue over it ... Yes, that was good. It helped. Something was happening.
I looked down at myself in relief.
Pants down, position glass ... Hmm ... might work ... He didn't like that at all and went limp again.
I let my head fall back and groaned.
Oh, God, help me. No, Bella ... Bella's face, Bella's hair, Bella's smell ... Mmm ... that was good. Bella's mouth, Bella's wet warm lips on mine, on my neck, her hot hands on my body, my chest, my stomach, and on my penis. Oh God, Bella. This would be the point where I would normally retreat at the latest. No, I couldn't stop now. Bella, Bella ... I saw her naked upper body, her breasts with the tender pink buds. I felt how she touched me, how she caressed and explored me ... Ohh yesss ... Deeper and deeper ... As she gripped me tightly and rubbed, faster and harder and ... Mmm ... Oh no - concentrate. The glass! ... Bella's hand. Up and down, up and down, stronger and stronger ... And a wave rolled over me ...
I clutched the damn glass with one hand and my cock with the other and lay there breathing heavily and trembling slightly.
God ... made it ... Okay. Pants up. Get out. Cover on it. Wash hands. Get out. Oh, no.
"Carlisle," I said loud enough for him to hear.
'Coming right away,' was the answer, and not half a minute later he was there.
"Please," I said, gesturing to the table before he could say anything.
"Good, I'll go to the lab in a minute. Might take ten to twenty minutes, depending on whether I'm alone or not. Do you want to wait, or should I call you?"
"I'll be waiting in the lounge area."
And already he was gone.
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