As I walked into the dorm room that I share with my twin sister Alice, I noticed she wasn't back yet. I ran to my closet and rifled through it quickly, only to reaffirm that I had no idea what I was doing. Pulling out my cell phone, I dialed Alice's number.
"Hey Bells," rang Alice's voice.
"There's the perfect outfit hanging up in the back of your closet. The shoes are directly underneath. I'll be there in about 15 minutes, and then I'll do your makeup and hair," she said calmly. I love my sister, and I told her so.
"Okay, but hurry! He's picking me up in about an hour."
I ran back into the walk-in closet that we shared, and pulled out the outfit Alice had told me about. It was a navy blue dress, long and sleek. The shoes were silver, with a small heal. I loved my sister even more in this moment. I put the dress on as fast as I could, and decided to wait to put the shoes on. No need to kill my feet before the night even starts!
Tonight was the night of my two year anniversary with my boyfriend, Edward. He had told me yesterday that he had a surprise for me, and to dress very nicely. He wouldn't tell me anything more, though. I heard light footsteps running toward my room, and threw open the door just in time for Alice to fly through the doorway.
"I'm here, never fear!" she called. I hugged her quickly, and she got to work. By the time she was done, it was 6:40 and I had about 5 minutes before Edward came. I pulled my shoes on and grabbed my bag, which held almost nothing except my phone, my wallet, and some lip gloss.
I checked myself in the mirror once more as I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, only to be greeted by Edward holding a single red rose. I took it and put it in a vase, kissing him hello. We walked out to the car, and he held the door for me as I got in.
"You look beautiful," said Edward, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as he drove.
"Thanks." I blushed, my signature trademark. I blush at the smallest of things; a compliment, when I trip over my feet, even when I get a kiss on the cheek.
We arrived at the restaurant, and I squealed out loud. It wasn't that fancy of a place, but the food was phenomenal. The restaurant was named Red Rose, and it had the best Italian food in the world (or at least the little of the world that I've seen).
When we walked in, the hostess ogled Edward for a good minute, until I cleared my throat. Edward chuckled as she seemed to wake up, and asked for a private table for two. She walked us to a corner of the restaurant, and informed us that our waitress would be with us in a moment.
After we ordered and received our drinks, I felt my purse vibrate.
"Excuse me," I apologized to Edward. He nodded understandingly, and I reached to pull out my phone. As I opened it to turn it off, I noticed I had a text from Alice.
We ate our food, and the waitress left her number on the back of the receipt. I wasn't surprised; in fact, I would have been shocked if she hadn't. Edward and I weren't ever able to go out without someone trying to give him her number. I had long since gotten over it.
As we got back into the car, Edward glanced at me.
"My roommate is gone for the night," he said quietly. My eyes widened in anticipation. Although we still hadn't had sex, I loved to spend hours making out with him. I'd asked him often if he was okay with me not being ready for that step, and he'd always told me he would wait forever.
We pulled up to his dorm, and walked in. As Edward opened the door, I noticed that although the lights were off, there was a soft glow. I squealed again as I realized that he had placed candles all around the room for a romantic setting. We settled on the couch and put a romantic movie on for background noise.
As we kissed, I noticed his hands seemed to be wandering more than usual. His kisses seemed a bit desperate, as well. He slid his hand up my thigh, and I moaned into his mouth. Once he reached mid-thigh, I waited for him to stop but he didn't. He kept going higher, and when he reached the edge of my thong, I pulled back.
"What are you doing?" I asked Edward.
"Nothing," he replied innocently. I looked at his face for a moment.
"Can you please keep your hands a little further away from that area? I'm still not ready."
A groan of frustration slipped from his mouth, and he pulled back.
"We've been dating for two years, Bells," he said. "Don't you think it's time I was rewarded for my patience?"
My heart began beating faster, but instead of excitement, it was out of fear. I didn't want him to be angry with me, especially not on our anniversary.
"What if…what if I…you know," I trailed off and looked at the bulge in his jeans. I tentatively reached out a finger to touch it, trying to convey what I was thinking.
Edward's eyes widened. "You want to jack me off?"
I nodded shyly, hoping it would be enough.
"No," he said. "I want the real thing. I haven't been waiting two years to get just your hand." He reached up and ripped off my thong before I realized what he was doing, and I cried out.
"Shut up," he told me quietly. "Don't even think about screaming. You know you want this as much as I do." I nodded shakily, trying to stop the tears that were forming.
Edward shoved the dress up and yanked his pants and boxers off. He maneuvered his body so he was laying over me, and stroked his cock once. He found my entrance, and I closed my eyes tightly.
He shoved in with one long stroke, and didn't bother stopping. I let a sob out. The pain was so bad. It felt like I was being ripped in half, and there was a burning sensation. He finished in three minutes, and I was never more grateful. I curled up into a ball on the couch, feeling the liquid seeping down my leg.
"Get up," he demanded. I looked at him, confused, tears running down my face.
"Get up!" he said again. "I'm not having you leak all over my couch. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself off. You can let yourself out." I nodded and did as he said. As I made my way toward his door, I heard him clear his throat.
"Oh, and Bella," he began. "If anyone asks, it was consensual." I nodded again, and left.