Well hey everyone...this is a new story...a little different from my others...just a warning...I'm experimenting with writing in "different ways"...well hope you like it...remember this is only the first chapter...give it a chance...well if you don't like it...I'm sorry...please review and read...hope you enjoy a new and different Bella...and Thank you r0b0tic vampir

Here's the sum.

Bella Swan is 24 years old. Never had her first kiss, let alone had sex with a man. She's very focus with her work and has very high goals. Bella, beliefs men are all the same, they only care about having sex and after they just leave. Chloe her best friend, is the opposed; she gives Bella "lessons", more like theory on how sex will be, but it's to much for Bella. Although Bella in focus on her work, she also hopes to find someone, but she will never expect it to be someone of high class. As be told, Bella is from a middle class family, she lives in Paris to make her dreams come true.

Edward Cullen is the gorgeous man in France, has the moves to make a women fall in love with him. Knows how to make pleasure to a women, but he's also from the highest noble family in France. He's wealthy, gorgeous, and every women wants him, but he can't seem to work his charm on Bella, or is she just holding back. With scandals, sex, and difficult women who just won't give in...When Pig's Fly...that's when it all starts.

When Pig's Fly

"Men are all alike - except the one you've met who's different." -Mae West

The steaming sunlight was brutal as it entered my three bed apartment. For a single women, and her cat...people said it was pretty big. So it was. I had use of the three rooms, seeing that I do plan on becoming a scientist and I have written a book. One room was my bedroom, another was my office and the last one was a half work out gym and a guest room.

So what's a women like me doing living in the city of love, all by herself. Well first of all, I don't date. I haven't dated...ever, I find men to be rebels and lustful. I never kissed a guy in my 24 years either. I know...I know. Am I crazy, and the answer is yes, I am.

Men don't attract me in any way. Wait! Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not interested in women either. I'm a 24 year old single woman who lives in Paris, France; with her black and white cat and her books.

I come from a middle class family, with one brother and one sister. I, as you can see...I'm the oldest of the three, which is terrible, taking note that I had to watch and baby-sit them 24/7. It was hell, let me tell you.

I never kissed a guy, never had a guy, and I never had sex with one either. But let me tell you this. There have been many men who have made their moves on me...let's just say, my knee kind of went a little too high and it ended badly.

If there's one thing I know...men are selfish, low creatures. They think of women as beers. After finishing one beer, they're off for another. Really...men can be so...I don't know!

I mean, I love to party and drink, but I won't go as far as to have some guy's hand moving up my shirt and down my pants.

"Ah!" I moaned.

"AHHH! My head's killing me", I tossed and turned in bed, holding my head with my hands. I woke up with the worst hangover.

Beep Beep Beep. I looked at the clock and it rang at 6:30am.

"HOLY CRAP!" I yelled. I got out of my room and made my way to the kitchen. I would have made it there, if I didn't hear moaning coming from one of my bedrooms. I walked up carefully making sure not to make a noise. I don't remember inviting someone over, but who ever it was...was moaning very loudly.

"Ah!" I heard someone say.

I turned the door knob and peered into the pitch black room. All I could see was a huge lump under my covers and from the look of it, well you know. The moaning and groaning became louder. I was shock, disgusted, and completely out of it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! WHO ARE YOU," suddenly I noticed who it was. EW! in my own house. Chloe sudden fell off the bed and landed on the floor. "B-Bella," her French voice was surprise. The guy, who ever it was, suddenly jumped off and pulled up his boxers and pants.

"EW! In my house Chloe. I-I...OH MY GOD," I covered my mouth with my hands. "I-I thought you had left for a while. You said you were," she wrapped the blanket around her tan body. I was going to have to wash those with extra soap.

I noticed the guy trying to leave. "Not so fast," I pulled him back into the room. "Before you even think about leaving, at least pick up your... -mess. And wash my covers. I can't believe it. EW!" I walked away.

I stopped for a moment and remembered something. "Oh, don't even think about leaving either", I said and slammed the door to my room. I laid in my bed, disgusted with what I saw. The image was going to be stuck in my head forever.

Chloe and I was been best friends since I arrived her at Vashe University. She was the complete opposed of me. I covered my eyes with my hands hoping the image would be blocked out. But there was no hope. EW, EW, EW...was all I could say.

I heard a knock on my door. "Yes," my voice calmed.

"I-I'm sorry Bella. I really didn't think you be here. Any ways, Marco left," she smiled, running her finger against her lip.

She came and sat next to me. "Bella really. It's natural, everyone does it...well you haven't. Yet," she said mocking.

"And what I saw...is just disgusting," I said still laying on my bed, with my feet dangling down. She climbed on top of me and held my arms above my head. "What are you doing," I asked in a disgusted tone.

"Bella, honey. You have to find yourself a guy, if you don't, I will," she smiled wickedly. "What if I don't want too," I said.

"Well then, you're going to be in hell," she laughed. "Bella, your missing out on what sex is all about. It's fun and pleasurable," she still held my arms above my head.

"When the time comes. He'll carry you to bed, not breaking a single kiss. He'll lay you down and kiss his way down your neck," she mimic what she said. Her face came closer to mine, her breath on my neck.

"He'll hold your arms just like I do, but with only one hand. His other hand will slide down your leg, tapping the inside, so your legs off open. He'll gently continue to smooth his hand up and down your body, breathing against your skin. You'll feel dizzy and your heart will beat faster. You'll moan and breathe harder and harder," to tell you the truth, I could actually feel it.

She now held me with one hand. Her other hand moving up and down my body, sliding against my leg. I felt very disgusted, but still-

"His lips will go from your neck, to your collar bone, to your jaw line, to your ear and back to your lips. His hand will run up your shirt and between your breasts. You'll ask to stop, but he'll smooth his way to make you want more. His hand sliding against your breast now, his finger tips like magic as he sweeps them over your body, so softly, it'll feel like a moth's wing against you skin," her hand was working up my body.

The thing about Chloe is . . . she is very sexual. And when I say very, oh...it's bad. She's not a lesbian and doesn't have any interest in women, but the career she has, works a lot with the human body.

Her voice is soothing and addicting, that you believe every word. She can practically take over your mind and make you believe or see what she wants you to see. Let's just say, she's doing a really good job at it right now.

"Now Bella," she gently said against my ear. "You'll continue to moan, by this time, he's working up your shirt and slipping your pants down. His fingers will brush against your inner leg, tracing the laces of your underwear," I began to blush furiously as she spoke.

"S-Stop i-it," my words stumble as I began to breathe harder.

"His lips will finally work their way down. Traveling against your breast, your stomach and finally kissing so lightly, that it drives you crazy as he makes his way down between your legs," she whispered so quietly against my ear. I could feel her warm breath, traveling up my body.

She finally let go. "Lessons over Bella," I heard her, but I was breathing hard, my heart was beating very fast, and I was blushing like crazy.

"W-What was that for?" I asked her.

"Just to let you know what the beginning feels like," she smiled wickedly.

"I tried it on some of my patients, who were having problems. They were women of course, so I decided why not try it out. I didn't except to get the result I did," she ran a hand through her hair.

"And they let you," the expression on my face froze.

"It seemed to work on you," I blushed even more.

"But, I also got this tip from Edward Cullen. He kind of works in the same area as I do. Wow, that boy worked it hard on me. I could barely even breathe after that. And he's extremely gorgeous, but not the type for me. Oh, I know...why not go out with him," she giggled.

"No! I don't even know the man," I sat up now.

"But you have to meet him. Come on get dress," she left me in my room. I pulled a green T-shirt over my head and pulled up my jean pants.

"Bella, I forgot to tell you. Edward Cullen isn't the average Joe," she yelled from where were she was.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Let's just say he's from a wealthy family and is well known around here," she said.

"Oh", I whispered. I guess she probably called him, or this is where he works. We were standing in front of a restaurant that looked like Olive Garden, but had a different name.

"La Lunavon," I asked skeptical.

"Don't judge it so harshly," she said.

"I've heard rumors about this place. Do you know how expensive it is," I whispered harshly.

"And I'm not paying Chloe. Do you hear me," I said.

"Do you remember what I said about Edward Cullen," she smiled slyly.

"Well let's go. The man's waiting for you," she grabbed my hand and we entered the restaurant, in which I did not fit in with its surroundings.

"Yeah, when pig's fly," I struggle against her.

Bella's not gay...either is her friend Chloe...as I said...her friend works in an area of science that involves the human body,...well it's more like therapy ...lol...well hope you liked it...I know it's not like the usual Bella and Edward...but that's the point...to write your own stories...lol...bye bye...and I promise to update The Way Idiots Really Run soon...lol