Chapter 1: I wanna make love in this club

Generally speaking, my boobs are a huge help in getting a drink at a crowded place like this.

Not that I get to go out often, but when I do, and there is a male bartender, I'm usually in business, thanks to the ladies. Tonight, though, I can't get this chick to even look my way, nevermind order a drink.

"Miss?" I say, desperately, waving my hand into the bar like I'm hailing a taxi. Okay, she definitely saw me that time. Are you allowed to so blatantly ignore someone and keep your job? It's times like this I wish I had super rich parents, so I could just ask them to buy this bar, and fire this bitch. But, alas, Chief of Police for the town of Forks is not the highest paying position around, and who knows what my mom is doing or where she's doing it.

"Excuse me!" I call, reaching out again, and this time, I almost touch her as she slips by me, grabbing a beer. Fuck, what does it take to get served a drink in this place? When I'm actually 21 I'm going to avoid this bar altogether.

Yes, I'm underage. Yes, I used a fake ID to get in here. For the record, though, it wasn't my idea. My dearest friend, Alice, convinced me to do it to celebrate the end of summer. Besides, in many countries, 18 is the legal age to drink. Why not here in America, too?

"How's that drink coming?" a voice says into my ear, and I jump.

"Just fine," I say, without turning around. Last thing I need is some grandpa thinking he can buy me a drink and then get lucky with a hot young thang.

"Sometimes you have to be a bit more forceful," the voice says, and his arm reaches into my line of sight. Jesus, it doesn't look like an old man's arm. It looks like a beautiful man's arm. Holy shit, the muscles in that forearm…I actually want to lick it. This has to be the first time I've been attracted to a forearm before.

Immediately, the bartender is in front of us, smiling, all shy and flirty. Ew. If I didn't need this woman to make me a drink I would punch her right about now.

"What can I get for you?" she asks, but she's looking at my companion, not me, so I decide to do the same.

Holyfuckingshit. The first thing I'm met with are piercing green eyes. I inhale deeply, trying to stay focused, but that's the wrong move, because his fucking smell. Along with the eyes is this perfectly chiseled jaw line, a straight nose, and puckered, pink lips. God, I just want to bite them. To top it all off, he's got this wild, bronzed sex-hair that truly looks like some lucky chick just finished running her fingers through it. Fucking breathe, Bella!

"I'd like a Johnny Walker Black, neat, and my friend…" he looks from me to the bartender.

"A Skinny Bitch, please," I say, never breaking eye contact from those fucking eyes.

"A Skinny Bitch," he laughs, "what an interesting choice…" the way he trails off tells me he's looking for my name.

"Bella," I breathe, extending my hand.

"Bella," he repeats and oh man if I didn't just come a little. "I'm Edward."

"Hello Edward," I say, shaking his hand. My arm is tingling as if some sort of electrical current is running up and down it. "Thank you for the drink. I don't think she ever would have stopped to notice me."

"Well, then, she must be blind," he says, leaning against the bar. We're only a few inches apart, and his whole presence is making me heady. "I don't know how anyone couldn't notice you."

I blush profusely, and finally tear my eyes from his. Holy shit, this beautiful man is flirting with me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know I can work it, but this guy is waaaay out of my league. Bitchy Bartender returns with our drinks, and Edward forks over some cash, leaving her way too generous a tip.

He tips his glass toward mine, "To new friends."

I touch my glass to his, "To new friends."

We each take a sip of our drinks and I realize I haven't seen Alice in a while. I scan the crowd for a moment, until I see her grinding up against some blond guy. Typical.

"So, Bella, do you live in Seattle?" Edward asks.

"No, just visiting for a night out," I reply. I don't want him to ask too many questions about where I live, because I know saying I live in Forks tells him I'm either there to work (and I don't look old enough to work full time) or I'm in high school. I don't even want to plant that seed. "You?"

"I do, or did. Tonight is my last night in the city. I recently graduated from UW and I got a teaching job, so I'm moving tomorrow."

"Oh, so are you out celebrating with friends?" I ask.

"Family, actually, but they're occupied right now," he replies, and gives me a crooked smile that goes straight between my legs.

"I'm here with a friend too," I say, "She's also occupied." I try to smile at him, dazzle him the way he is dazzling me, but I simply can't compare.

Okay, he just graduated so he can't be more than, what? 22? 23? He looks about 23. Five years older than me—that's not bad. If I was 40, and he 45, no one would think anything of it.

He leans down to my ear and I shiver, "My friends and I have a private booth upstairs. Would you like to sit there? We could talk without all of the noise."

I can't even answer, the feeling of his breath on my ear is so divine, so I just nod. I know I've had a fair amount to drink tonight, but the effect he's having on me is better than any buzz I've ever experienced. He takes my hand—oh, there's that current again—and turns to lead me out of the bar area.

This club, Eclipse, is packed, just as Alice and I knew it would be. We've come here before, so we knew they are lenient about checking IDs at the door, but we also know it can be a mad house, especially on a Friday night. Oh, well. This night seems to be worth the crowds.

Edward leads me to a booth that has a clear view of the dance floor, but is very secluded. Sitting in there is a big, burly man, and a woman who looks like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Edward! Hey, we were just gonna go dance," Burly says, and he pulls the blond up with him. "Where have you been?"

Just then, his eyes flicker to me, and he smiles at Edward, "Oh. You've been busy," he says and extends his hand to me, "Emmett Cullen, Edward's brother. And this is my wife, Rosalie," he gestures toward blondie.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Bella," I say and shake his hand. Rosalie isn't really acknowledging me, so I do the same to her, and keep my eyes on Emmett. Holy shit, what do Edward's parents look like? They've managed to produce two of the most gorgeous men in existence.

"It's nice to meet you, Bella. Now, if you'll excuse us…" Emmett says and leads Rosalie away from the booth.

Edward gestures that I should get in. The booth only has one side, and it is curved, in a U-shape. It faces a table, and on the other side of that, a glass wall which looks over the dance floor. We enter, and I feel like I'm in my own, private bubble. Once I'm seated, I turn my body to be facing his in the booth, my legs crossed and my short skirt riding up even higher. I let it. I'm feeling really good after the drinks I've had, and the attention from this beautiful man doesn't hurt, either. I really want to kiss him. I'm thinking I need to just go for it. What's the worst that could happen?

"So, Bella, what do you do?" Edward asks, leaning close to me.

"Other than seduce men at bars?"

"Seduce men? I think I seduced you," he argues, smiling.

"Oh no, no, that's just part of my game," I say, teasing.

"Really?" he asks, inching closer to me, "What else is part of your game?"

I hesitate for a moment, looking into those green eyes. Can I do it? Yes. "This," I say, and I lean in to ever so gently nip at his lower lip.

His eyes are dark and hooded, and his tongue snakes out to taste his bottom lip.

The music is pulsing around us, yet all I can feel is the beat between my legs, where I am literally throbbing for Edward. He leans forward, and I meet him halfway, nipping again, but this time, he doesn't let me back away, and his lips crash against mine, soft, warm, and moving.

Wow, I have never been kissed like this. His tongue is moving against mine, lips opening and closing, teeth joining in at the right moments. I feel like I'm losing consciousness, his taste is so intense. Inching closer, I put my hand on the side of his neck, and the other in the back of his hair, tugging lightly on those locks.

The moan he lets out sends me into a frenzy, and next thing I know I am moving to straddle him right here in the booth. Edward does nothing to stop me, gripping my hips and rhythmically pulling me against his erection, causing us both to groan. He moves me against him over and over again. Holy shit, he's huge! I can already tell this must be some sort of dream. Something must be wrong with this guy. Maybe he's a serial killer!

SHUT THE FUCK UP! My body says, and just like that, I'm back to only feeling. Edward's hands have moved back to my ass, and he is cupping and kneading as I move against him. The sounds I'm letting out are breathy and short, as I can't even moan fully right now. I'm totally lost in his touch.

Edward breaks our lips apart and kissing down along my jaw, and down my throat. When he reaches the bottom of it, he licks it softly and moans. Oh, the sounds I'm letting out right now are so embarrassing! His nose glides back up my throat, and I capture his lips with my own. Slowly, his hands are sliding up my back, until they come around the front and cover my breasts.

"Ugggggh," I say, panting.

"Bella, you are so beautiful," he says into my ear.
"God, I want you," I manage to get out.

"I want you too," he says. "Do you have a hotel room?"

Fuck. No, I don't, because we're staying with Alice's mother's friend. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "No," I say, softly, shaking my head. "Do you have one?" I ask, although I think I know the answer.

"No," he says, "I'm staying with my friend tonight since it's my last night in the city," he says, kissing my neck and tweaking my nipples with his fingers. My hips buck in response.

"Fuck," I say softly, and grind into him some more. I take a moment to look around the booth. There are people everywhere, and yet, they aren't looking anywhere near our booth. If I weren't in Edward's lap, they wouldn't even be able to see the top of my head of the back of this seat. Fuck it, who cares where I am.

I reach down between us and begin to undo Edward's belt. He bucks his hips toward me, pounding against my center as I work. Once I have it undone, I undo his button and fly, and reach in, against his boxers.

I've only touched one other penis before, and man, it was not even close to the size of this one. Holy shit! My hand is barely going to fit around it. I tentatively move my hand around, gently caressing his rock hard dick, and the sound he lets out is almost a growl. His eyes are closed and his breathing is so shallow, I know I've never seen such a beautiful man.

I slip my hand into the waistband of his boxers, and wrap my hand around him. His skin is so warm, and I'm still so intimidated by his size. I slowly begin to pump him up and down, just like Jake showed me he liked.

"Fuck, Bella," Edward says, and presses his lips against mine fiercely. I begin to pump faster. "You're so fucking sexy," he says into my ear. "God, I want to fuck you."

At this admission I moan, because, honestly, I have never wanted to have someone inside of me as badly as I want this man. Not even Jake, and I actually LET him inside of me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he is so hot.

As I move my hand, Edward begins to let one of his travel down the front of my body, and up, under my skirt. I gasp, as his fingers make contact with the lace of my thong.

"Oh God, Edward," I gasp, and I continue to furiously pump my hand around his cock. "Please," it's all I can get out.

Very slowly, his hands reach my center, and slide my thong over. Without hesitation, he buries two fingers inside of me.

"OH!" I call out, and squeeze his fingers from the inside.

"Fuck, Bella, you're so wet," he says, kissing me more. I swear I could kiss this man forever.

He bites my bottom lip then, pulling on it, gently, and simultaneously moves his thumb against my clit. My body convulses, and tenses, and before I know it, I'm already coming, all over his hand.

"Oh, Bella, ugh," He says, and suddenly, I feel him tense under me, too, and my dress and hand are each partially covered in Edward.

I can't even think straight. I can't believe I just had an orgasm in a club, at the hand of the sexiest creature alive. I rest my forehead against his, and he reaches up to kiss me sweetly.

"I'm sorry," he says, looking down at my dress. He reaches over and dabs a cloth napkin in some water, effectively cleaning up my dress, and then takes my hand in his, thoroughly cleaning it off.

"Thank you," I whisper, and while my need is sated for now, I'm still incredibly wanting of this man. I lean over and kiss him softly, and close his pants in the process.

"Bella," he says, breaking the kiss, "I want you to know, I don't normally do this sort of thing, it's just…you…"

"I know," and I do. I mean, God, when Alice hears about this she is going to just lose her mind. I've never hooked up with someone in a public place, nevermind a club, and nevermind an orgasm! I kiss him again, this sexy, sexy man, and extricate myself from his lap. "I'm going to use the ladies room."

"Hurry back," he says, and winks. God, I'm soaked again.

The line at the bathroom is long, and as I wait, I text Alice.

B: Where r U?

A: Bathroom. Where the hell r u?

B: Bathroom.

Within ten seconds she's in front of me, hands on her hips. "Where the hell have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you?"

"Really? Because you didn't seem all that concerned with my whereabouts when you were dry humping that blondie with the Muppet hair," I reply, smirking.

"Shit, you saw that? And he does not have Muppet hair! He happens to have great, fuck me hair. Something you would know nothing about," she replies, smiling.

Oh, Alice, if you only knew.

"Okay, well, if you must know, I met somebody, so I was with him. What about you? Where's your dance partner?" I ask. Something I've learned about Alice is to always shift the focus back to her. It keeps her from asking too many questions and it keeps her happy and talking.

"He had to go. We exchanged numbers though. Oh my god, Bella, he is just dreamy! His name is Jasper and he is so goddamn sexy! I honestly thought I might come, right here, in this club just from looking at him!" she squeals and I blush.

"I can't wait to hear all about him," I smile. "So what now?"

"We need to go. Betsy will tell my mom if we get in too late."

"Ugh, really, Alice? I don't want to go. I met this great guy."

"Bellllllaaaaaa, I really can't have my mom finding out I was at a Seattle club. I'll be grounded right before school starts!

"Fuck, Alice. Fine. Okay," I concede. She's right. If her mom finds out, she'll tell Charlie, and if Charlie finds out, I'll really be fucked. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, and then I need to find my friend and say goodbye, okay?"

"Okay!" she claps, happy in her victory. "I'm coming with you. I want to meet this man who has made Bella swoon."

A few minutes later, I guide Alice up the stairs toward the booth. Just before we reach it, I turn to her, "Just a quick introduction, we'll leave, and I'll tell you about it in the car, okay? Nothing embarrassing."

"Christ, who do you think I am?" she retorts, and pulls me to the booth. We round the corner to face the table, and my heart sinks. "Where is he?" she asks.

The booth is empty. I look around, checking to make sure that this is the right place. It is. Where is he?

"Well, I guess he wasn't so swoon-worthy after all," I say, and turn to leave. I feel like I could be sick. How could I let him put his hands all over me, put my hands all over him, and practically fuck him in public? I barely know him. I'm disgusted with myself.

"Bella, wait!" Alice says behind me, and I see her holding up a napkin with something written on it. "He left you a note!"

I snatch it from her eagerly, my heart pounding and butterflies flying again.

Bella,

I'm sorry, but my brothers dragged me out of here. This isn't how I wanted to say goodbye to you; tonight has been so special to me. I hope you'll give me a call. I'd love to see you again.

Edward

206-552-1213

I smile and quickly enter his number into my phone. Then I tuck the napkin into my pocket.

"What a sweetie!" Alice says, from behind me. "Swoon-worthy, indeed!"

We giggle and she takes my arm, walking out of the club, both of us, on cloud nine.