The characters are based on the sexually repressed ones created by Stephenie Meyer . . .

Chapter 11

When we arrived back at Bella's house, I assisted her from the car. I asked her to wait a moment while I rifled through the picnic bag to retrieve a few items. I presented her with the two white roses in the now dry vase. "Please, keep these unworthy blooms as a token of my affection," I joked pretentiously.

"Also, you may as well take the rest of the cookies too. We have about a million at our house, although Emmett will make short work of them. And last but not least, the chocolate. Knowing Alice, she probably flew to Belgium to buy it, so please take it and enjoy," I finished as I handed Bella the decorative bag. Bella accepted them from me, but didn't turn to leave.

I had parked in front of her house, even though the driveway was unoccupied. I was hoping the absence of her father's police cruiser wouldn't mean there would be no parental supervision for whatever plans Bella had for this evening. My brain had started functioning more normally by this time, so I managed to formulate what I thought was a discreet method of inquiry about the subject.

"I hope I haven't made you late for your engagement this evening," I said as we loitered, the tightness unfortunately obvious in my voice.

"What engagement?" Bella asked in confusion.

Now I was starting to feel confused and foolish as well. "Uh, sitting right next to you in Biology, I could hardly help but overhear you refuse Newton's invitation to the dance. Perhaps I was mistaken, but I thought you said you had plans for this evening."

Bella laughed. "Well, actually I do have plans." Shit. "My plan is not to go to the dance with Mike or anyone else. It was a little white lie to avoid hurting his feelings. School dances are not my idea of a good time."

Relief washed through me, leaving me almost weak for a moment. The monster collapsed to its knees. "So you're not engaged for the evening?"

"No. I'm sorry you were misled, but that's what you get for eavesdropping." Bella chuckled, clearly not angry with me. "Would you like to come inside?"

"Ah, sure. Why not?" I followed Bella to the entryway of her house and watched as she retrieved the key and unlocked it. The monster angled for admittance, rushing through in a most impolite manner as soon as the door opened.

We walked into the kitchen, passing the monster situated at the bottom of the staircase, whining and pointing upward. "Where's your dad?" I asked. My curiosity was not entirely idle.

"He's fishing—again." Bella sighed deeply. "God, I'm tired of eating fish. But it's his favorite thing in the whole world. He usually doesn't come back until darkness forces him to," she added, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

Was she trying to tell me that we had a couple of hours to be alone here? My dick obviously thought so. The monster was now bouncing up and down from its position by the stairs, still pointing meaningfully.

"Are you hungry?" Bella asked suddenly. "It seems like we were eating for hours, but I'm not sure either of us did more than pick at the food, as delicious as it was."

Oh, I'm hungry all right… "Uh, no, thank you," I responded.

"Perhaps you'd like to see my room then?" Bella asked casually.

See your room? I'd like to fucking move in there…

"Um, sure," I replied, nervousness lacing my voice. The monster gleefully raced on ahead of us.

Bella put some water in the little vase, bringing it with her, and I followed her up the stairs, reveling in the front-row-center view of her swaying ass. I could feel myself starting to perspire, although paradoxically, my mouth had gone dry. I would soon see the place where I had experienced, er, fantasized the most incredible of our sexual encounters.

I glanced around the room as we entered it. It was simple and neat. There was a desk with a few papers strewn across it and a computer so old it could really only be useful as a doorstop. A shelf contained a modest collection of books, each of them lovingly worn. A small collection of CDs was neatly stacked nearby. I tried like hell to ignore the single bed covered with a simple quilt, but my dick was performing like a divining rod drawn to water. The monster lay down on the bed, crossed its legs, and started making bedroom eyes at Bella.

As much as I wanted to be here with Bella, I was beginning to think it would be a good idea to get out of Dodge. The indicator on the danger meter was wavering between "loss-of-control" and "probable humiliation." Bella perched on the edge of the bed, and I turned to face her. I gazed down at her for a moment, my hands resting on my hips, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the vantage point I had with respect to her cleavage. The need to play pocket pool was intensifying as my jeans were becoming increasingly more uncomfortable by the moment.

"Well, it's not much, but its home." She gestured towards the room.

I tore my eyes from her body and attempted to make conversation. "Do you still miss your friends in Phoenix?" I knew the answer I wanted to hear.

Bella looked down. "I didn't really have many friends in Phoenix. My mom was my closest friend. How freaky is that?"

Something in her voice tugged at my heart. I found myself sitting on the bed next to her before I realized I had moved. "I'm shocked. There are plenty of…people here vying for your…company." All vile, horny dickfaces who just want to get in your pants. The monster started counting them off on its fingers.

"Yes. I don't really understand why that is," Bella responded with sincerity. "I've been asked out on more dates since I arrived in Forks than in my whole life before this put together." She shook her head in disbelief.

Some of this was starting to sink in. "Are you saying you've never had a boyfriend before now?" I asked, incredulous. "The guys in Phoenix must be idiots." The monster's eyebrows rose to the ceiling.

Bella smiled shyly as she turned sideways to look at me. "Are you saying I now have a boyfriend?" The monster nodded emphatically.

I continued to struggle between fear of touching Bella and an overwhelming desire for contact. I compromised and took one of her hands in mine. "I would very much like to be able to say that. But only you can give me permission to do so." I held my breath while the monster, overdramatic as usual, lowered itself to one knee.

"I would like that too," Bella said softly.

Happiness flooded me. A moment like this couldn't go uncelebrated. As I leaned in to kiss Bella, she eagerly met me half way. She wound her arms around my neck and buried her hands in my hair. This time it was her tongue that found mine. She tasted wonderful. I fucking lost it.

My arms circled her body, and I leaned back on the bed, dragging Bella half on top of me. I grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her mouth locked to mine. My other hand liberally roamed up and down her body, tracing the line of her ribs and skimming over the side of her breast. The temptation to feel that supple flesh filling my hand was becoming overwhelming. Resisting for the moment, I temporarily moved my hand to the back of Bella's thigh and pulled her upper leg across my body.

I wanted—needed—to be on top of Bella, and there was just enough room on the bed to roll us over. I was now lying between her parted legs, and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I retook possession of her mouth with a hungry groan and kissed her fiercely, my tongue sparring with hers. My breathing was becoming harsh and labored as I luxuriated in the feel of her soft curves captured against the hardness of my body.

Bella's small cries of pleasure only threw fuel on the flames. I slid my lips to her neck and planted teasing kisses there while hoarsely whispering her name against her skin. I viciously ignored the small voice that began sounding in my head. It kept telling me to stop, that this was wrong, that Bella was innocent and this shouldn't happen in this way. But the monster had taken control, and its roar of triumph in my ears drowned out the words of reason.

Bella was just so responsive. She met my kisses with equal fervor. Her hands roamed my body at will, eventually pausing to pull my T-shirt from the back of my jeans, gaining access to the bare skin of my back. Her explorations drove me crazy. And when my hips began instinctively thrusting into her center, she whimpered in delight and arched against me. My pulsing cock was so hard that my need for release was becoming a torment.

I continued to trail kisses and nibbles along her neck, stopping at the juncture of her shoulder to press my teeth into the sensitive flesh. A tremor ran through her body and she moaned loudly. I pulled the strap of her camisole down and my mouth caressed its way across her shoulder. At the monster's urging, my attention went lower still, heading for the swell of her breast, while my hand slowly approached the same goal from the other direction. And then disaster struck…

"Bells, I'm home," came an unwelcome cry that somehow penetrated my lust-fogged brain. I froze, still panting wildly.

"It's my father," Bella whispered breathlessly.

Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. The monster, all bravado instantly gone, began cowering.

"What should we do?" I whispered back, feeling completely spineless. I was willing to head downstairs and face the music, but this had to be Bella's call.

"Just stay quiet for a minute." Bella seemed, I noted, strangely calm under the circumstances. She rose from the bed and yelled downstairs, "I'm just changing, Dad. I'll be right down."

Bella grabbed the white hoodie that was lying on the end of her bed and put it on. She turned to me with a rueful look on her face. "I'm going to have to go downstairs for a while and get my dad some dinner. It won't take long. Just stay here, but try not to move around too much."

"But–" I began in an urgent whisper.

Bella walked around to where I was sitting on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. "Don't worry. Just let me handle this." She appeared entirely at ease.

I nodded, affecting a calm demeanor as well until she left the room. Then I panicked. Shitshitshiiiit! Why did I have to fall in love with a girl whose father carries a gun? The monster donned a flak vest.

I very slowly and quietly moved to the window to assess my chances of climbing or jumping down. It was higher than I had thought it would be. I had a quick vision of myself lying on the front lawn, writhing in agony with two broken legs. No escape there. I moved carefully back over to the bed, this time sitting on the side closest to the closet—just in case. I wondered what was going on downstairs. I could hear the two of them talking, but couldn't make out any words.

Eventually, as nothing more occurred, I really did calm down. There didn't seem to be any immediate danger. Realization of my condition now sunk in. The unexpected and instantaneous…deflation of my erection had left my balls aching like mad. Fuck, I really needed to get home and get some…satisfaction. How long would I be imprisoned here? I tried to turn my mind to other thoughts, pointedly ignoring the monster's suggestion that I dig through Bella's underwear drawer.

Things between Bella and I had gotten out of control too fast. Christ, I didn't even have a condom with me—what was I thinking? With what was I thinking? Regardless of her…enthusiasm, it wasn't right. This wasn't the way I wanted it to be. When… if we made love, I wanted everything to be perfect. She was way too special for a hasty and awkward shag. I mean, for the first time.

I swore to myself that I would not let that happen again. I would remain in control at all times, and if I was fortunate enough to make love to Bella, it would only be under ideal conditions, preferably in some excruciatingly romantic setting when we were both ready and prepared. And clearly I wasn't. I hadn't been making love to her—I'd been taking possession of her—more concerned about slaking my lust than bringing pleasure to Bella. I felt nothing but shame. Oh, and that whole achy thing with my balls.

The monster pouted like a two year old.

I about jumped out of my skin when Bella re-entered the bedroom. She smiled at me and all my anxiety evaporated. I gave her a questioning look.

"Charlie's eaten his dinner and has now settled himself in front of the TV, watching the game," she whispered.

"So, what's the plan—any chance of escape? Shall I start digging a tunnel?" Did he at least unload his pistol?

Bella chuckled softly and then turned serious. "I'm so sorry, Edward. This is entirely my fault. He's never come home from a fishing trip before dark in the past." She shook her head in dismay. "I could really care less what Charlie does to me; he can ground me forever. But it will make things difficult for us going forward if he starts off by hating you."

"Hey, we're in this together, Bella. Please don't blame yourself. Just tell me what you want me to do." And make it quick because I'm literally dying for a wank…

"I think it would be best if we just stayed in my room until Charlie goes to sleep. He usually goes to bed pretty early when he's been fishing all day. Once he starts snoring, you could drive a truck through the house and he wouldn't wake up. Then you can sneak out."

"Bella, what about my car? It's parked right in front of your house." It didn't seem likely to me that a cop wouldn't notice a strange vehicle outside of his home.

"Oh, I already took care of that. I told Charlie that you and I had gone out this afternoon, but that your sister Alice needed you to go somewhere with her, and she was in a hurry so she picked you up here because it was on the way," Bella explained.

The monster gave Bella a "thumbs up."

"Did he buy it?" I asked dubiously.

"When it comes to Charlie, less is always more. He generally accepts any reasonable explanation at face value. In other words, he's totally in denial," Bella admitted. She must have anticipated my next question. "Don't worry. He never enters my bedroom. I think he's afraid he might come in at the wrong moment."

I shrugged. I really had to just follow her advice in this matter. I hoped like hell Bella was right.

"So, I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for bed, then say good night to Charlie. I'll tell him I'm going to read in my room until I get sleepy. Then, we just have to wait it out."

I fought to suppress a groan. It looked like I would be here for another few hours. The monster grabbed its balls and mewled piteously.

Bella picked up a few things and left the room. Shortly after that, I heard the shower running. Dear God, this was pure torture!

Bella was just a few feet away from me, completely naked, water running in rivulets down the perfect curves of her body. Just the thought of it was making me so… thirsty. Try as I might, and I tried mightily, I could not prevent the images from invading my thoughts. Bella, standing in the shower, her arms lifted above her head to shampoo her hair, her breasts invitingly thrusting outward as she arched under the streaming water. Bella soaping up her body, her nipples hard and erect, her hand reaching down to tend to the soft folds of her feminine flesh. Bella bending over to pick up the shower gel from the edge of the tub, her back invitingly bowed in supplication.

Fuck! I was hard again. Once more I had to resist the violent urge to relieve my suffering with the image of being found dead with my dick in my hand. Only this time, it would be Charlie's gun that did the job. I'm sure the Chief of Police would have no trouble justifying the shooting of the strange perverted boy inexplicably found exposing himself in his daughter's bedroom.

I should have known that the agony would get worse. Shortly after the shower turned off—thank you God—Bella returned to her room. I ran a nervous hand through my hair, willing my erection to dissipate. Then Bella removed her bathrobe.

Okay, so there was nothing inherently sexy about her sleep wear. She wore a pair of cotton sleep pants and a tank top. But she still looked incredibly alluring in them. The pants were those low-rise type and they seemed oddly tight fitting for pajamas. An enticing sliver of Bella's stomach was left exposed. And I was pretty damn sure she wasn't wearing a bra, but then I guess it wouldn't be too comfortable to sleep in one. The idea of her breasts, unconfined and vulnerable, was making me dizzy with desire.

Bella came and sat beside me on the bed, and I mean right beside me. I could feel the warmth radiating off of her body. That must have been the reason I started sweating again. The monster theatrically wiped its brow.

In view of my earlier resolution, I promised myself I wouldn't touch her again. I mean with my hands. But I couldn't resist nuzzling her neck a bit, inhaling her fresh, delicious scent, peppering a kiss or two along her jaw and up to her ear. Bella shivered with delight, and I drew back from temptation.

"That felt nice," Bella whispered dreamily.

"I think I should stop now, Bella. You're far too tantalizing."

Bella rolled her eyes. The monster did too.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have…attacked you like that. It won't happen again," I promised. The monster scowled at me.

"Don't apologize. I hardly think you're to blame, Edward," Bella said generously. "I'm pretty sure I was an active participant." She yawned suddenly.

"You're tired," I concluded. "Why don't you get into bed?" And pull the covers up over those luscious breasts…

I stood so Bella could ease down the blanket, watching her climb into bed. The monster snuggled up next to her. I perched, once again on the side of the bed closest to the closet.

"Thank you for today. This was so much better than a school dance," Bella stated. She grabbed one of my hands and started stroking my fingers with one of hers. It was my turn to shiver.

I babbled nervously. "I can't tell you how jealous I was of Newton when he asked you out. I thought I might punch him. At the time, I wasn't even sure why I felt so enraged. It took me a while to figure it out. Jealousy was something I had only read about in books before now. It took me completely by surprise when I actually experienced it myself," I confessed.

"You had nothing to feel jealous about. I've never been interested in Mike. I think he's a nice guy but I find his persistence to be…tedious." I lifted Bella's hand and kissed her palm. The monster laid one on her elbow.

Bella yawned again. "Why don't you get some sleep, sweetheart," I suggested.

She smiled at the endearment. "That's not fair, for me to sleep while you're sitting here, trapped in my room."

"Well, life's not fair," I retorted cleverly. "You sleep—it won't be much longer I'm sure. Then I'll sneak out and everything will be fine." And hopefully this horror show of sexual torture will end…

Bella was asleep within a few minutes. She looked like an angel. I alternated between gazing at her face and checking the clock every five minutes.

A short time later, Bella spoke my name aloud. I realized that she was talking in her sleep. God, could she be any more adorable? And apparently she was dreaming about me. My heart took flight. She was so sweet!

Or maybe not. Just when I thought I'd already survived the ninth circle of hell, Bella spoke again.

"Ohhh, Edward," Bella softly moaned. What the fuck?

More words emerged. Wait, did she just say, "Edward, touch me?" No, I must be imagining things.

Bella stirred restlessly, speaking a string of words this time. The only ones that were clearly intelligible were "Edward" and "take me." Please tell me this isn't happening…

I had to conclude that Bella was dreaming about having sex with me. The way she was moaning and tossing on the bed seemed to reinforce that belief. Ah hell no, Bella's hand did not just caress her own breast. That had to have been a complete accident. Feel her up! cried the monster.

A whimper escaped me. My cock stiffened again—my umpteenth erection of the day. I had to get the fuck out of here, before I violated every moral principle I'd ever known. Would this nightmare of pain and frustration never end?

I edged quietly towards the open closet when I heard footsteps on the stairs. The next noises came from the bathroom. It looked like Charlie was finally calling it a night. I waited on pins and needles to see if I would need to dive for cover. Eventually, the sounds of movement ceased. And Bella was right—within a short time I heard snores loud enough to shake the rafters. I waited a few more minutes, staring at my angel as she slept peacefully once more. After a quick kiss on her forehead, I silently exited the room. I moved carefully down the stairs and made my prison break.

As I drove home, I became certain of three things. I wanted Bella Swan more than my next breath. To some degree, and I didn't know how much, Bella Swan wanted me. And when I got home, I was going to beat off until I passed out.

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