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~ B ~
We'd been driving for nearly half an hour and had almost reached our destination. Apparently we were looking for a strip of beach, and although we were "close" – according to Edward – said beach was nowhere in sight. We just kept driving in circles, and I was beginning to lose my mind. I kept sneaking glances over at Edward but didn't bother mentioning my GPS again. Or my phone, which had a GPS built in, as did his phone. He didn't want to use them. It annoyed me that there were three navigational devices between the two of us and yet we were, without a doubt, lost. I was getting so upset about that fact I was almost beginning to forget what we were doing in my car at this ungodly hour in the first place.
Edward and I had been dating for nine months and tonight was the night – we were finally going to have sex. Sneaking around to do it in either of our houses was out of the question. Charlie glanced over at his gun if Edward even put his arm around me, and although we had more privacy at Edward's, Esme always seemed to show up at his door with lemonade if we were ever quiet for too long. Finally we solved our age old teenage dilemma with what was probably an age old teenage solution – we were going to take my car out to an obscure location and, for lack of a better term, park.
With the reason for our late night adventure back at the forefront of my mind, I no longer cared about not using a GPS or about driving in circles. Now I was nervous. I wasn't a virgin; I'd had a few encounters with my ex-boyfriend, sure. But neither of us had really known what we were doing so there was no pressure. Edward, on the other hand, was experienced and had assured me he'd done it in a car before; he'd know what to do – as if that was supposed to make me feel any better. In reality, it only helped to make me more and more nervous about our first time.
What if I'm terrible? What if he laughs at me? What if…
"Bella, I need to say something."
Oh, god. I knew it. He doesn't want to do this. He knows I'm an amateur…
"Um…sure. What is it, Edward?"
"Your outfit is driving me crazy. I keep staring at you and forgetting to tell you to turn. Which brings me to the real thing I had to say – we were supposed to take that last left."
"It's okay." And it was okay. My nerves were getting the best of me. I was looking forward to the beach less and less, especially now that he'd pointed out my outfit. I rolled my eyes, cursing myself for not getting nervous back at my house where I could have chickened out and changed. Instead I had gone through with my ridiculous plan and was dressed as a sexy schoolgirl.
I'd always been curious about role play. Curious, sure, but maybe because I'd never been with someone I trusted enough to experiment, I'd never voiced that interest before. That is, until last night when Edward and I began discussing our fantasies.
One thing we had in common was a student/teacher fantasy. I had definitely imagined, more than once, Edward reprimanding me for being late for detention and insisting I be punished. It turned out Edward just wanted to see me in thigh high stockings.
I could have let the topic die right there, but when we decided to have sex tonight, I wanted to impress him. I didn't want to be the innocent, inexperienced girl that was going to bore him. I wanted to drive him just as crazy as he drove me. Knowing his weakness for lingerie, I'd worn a matching bra, panty, and garter belt set – my garters holding up my thigh high stockings – under the sophisticated, yet sexy school girl outfit I'd picked out (or at least I hoped that was accurately describing it). To my surprise, I was having no trouble driving in my 4 inch heels. I was, however, quite nervous about actually going through with the fantasy. What if I couldn't keep a straight face? Would I actually call him Professor Cullen? What if his approval was only of my outfit and not the role play idea? Would he laugh at me when I tried to get things started? And, oh! Another terrifying thought - could I start things?
I sighed deeply, fighting the urge to close my eyes and slam my head into the headrest of my seat.
"I'm sorry." Edward all but purred his apology, squeezing my right hand briefly. I couldn't see him turn his head, but I suddenly felt his eyes on me. "By now you've probably noticed we're driving in circles?" I wanted to be annoyed, but I couldn't seem to manage it now that he'd voiced an apology. This was mostly to do with the fact that his voice alone made my heart stutter as if there was a hole in it.
All at once I felt terrible, if only for the fact that I'd been getting so frustrated at him before. He could be nervous too. He could need my reassurance. After all, this was supposed to be about both of us – not just me.
"No, it's okay. You don't have to –" I started to tell him not to apologize to me, but then he began to caress the palm of my hand with his fingers.
And every thought I'd ever had went immediately out of my head.
"Wait…I can't…" was all I could manage. The word concentrate didn't make it out of my mouth as I struggled for my breath. He didn't like to listen to me; I'd been telling him for the last thirty minutes that I simply couldn't concentrate on driving when he touched me like that. Or really, when he touched me at all. It felt like there was gravity between us. It almost physically hurt to not touch him, and once we did touch it was difficult to focus on anything else.
With much effort, I stopped at the stop sign, my brain working overtime to remember which pedal was the brake and which was the gas. When I turned my head to the right to make sure there was no traffic, I shot a pleading glance his way. In response, he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, his eyes never leaving mine. My eyelids fluttered. I turned away from him, shaking my head to regain my senses. What had I been doing? Oh yes, driving. I started to hit the gas only to realize I had no idea how to proceed. Where were we going?
"Do I keep driving straight, or…"
"Actually, you can make this left. Hopefully it's the right way." I untangled our fingers so I could use my right hand and make the left turn. I should have known better than to leave his hand free for longer than necessary. He placed it gently on my knee, then squeezed and began moving upward, his fingers sneaking up under my skirt. It took all the strength I had not to slam down on the brakes right then.
"No, not yet." I tried to be stern, but the shake in my voice didn't do much to help me pretend. Still, I removed his hand, which had begun tracing circles on my inner thigh, and held it tightly. I had to focus. If I wasn't careful, I was going to crash.
I knew I should have let him drive.
"I think we're lost."
"Well, that was kind of the point," he chuckled, "to be lost. I guess we just aren't getting lost in the right place."
"Maybe we should just admit failure and park right here."
He sighed. "I just thought it would be nice. We'd have a great view. The water, the bridge, the city. It's really beautiful."
As though I'd be looking at anything but him, I thought.
The traffic light a few feet ahead turned red. Annoyed, I came to a slow stop, wishing our special parking place would reveal itself already.
"Then again," he whispered, "I doubt I'd take my eyes off you." Had he read my mind? I risked looking over at him, slowly turning my head to the side. His eyes were smoldering. I licked my lips in anticipation of having him later, but happily he didn't make me wait. Instead he leaned over the space between us, gently cupped my face in his hand, and kissed me. His mouth was hot, wet, and sweet. I kissed him deeply, greedily sucking his lips into my mouth. When I started gasping for air he moved to the crook of my neck, nibbling on my ear lobe, all the while muttering unintelligible nothings. I barely recognized my own voice, coming out in short, high-pitched whimpers as he kissed me. His teeth made contact with my skin and I shivered.
"God, Edward," I whispered. "That feels…"
Suddenly a loud, drawn out noise made me jump. I immediately jerked away from him and looked up into the rearview mirror. The light was green, and there were about three cars behind us. Reluctantly, I centered myself in my seat and hit the gas.
"Do you know what I think?" I begged, my voice breaking on the last word.
"I think we should maybe save the beach for next time. Let's get lost right here."
He chuckled. "You're impatient."
"Yes," I sighed. There was a strip of parking places ahead. The area was badly lit. Taking initiative, I turned into the darkest parking space, put the car in park, and turned the engine off.
The car was absolutely quiet then. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to make a move. I only knew if that was the case, he'd be waiting all night. What was wrong with me? I knew this was exactly what I had wanted. So why couldn't I meet his eye? I just sat with my hands folded in my lap, staring down at the floor. It was amazing – after all this time he still made me nervous. Finally, he cleared his throat, breaking the silence. When I looked at him to make sure he wasn't annoyed, he was smiling.
"I love your outfit," he told me.
Finally I found my voice. "I wore it for you."
"It's perfect. I can't wait to see what's underneath it."
I giggled. "That's for you too. A little present."
He leaned toward me then. Without speaking, he loosened the tie from my neck and pulled it over my head. It caught my hair clip on the way, and flung it off, freeing my pony tail and letting my hair spill out over my shoulders. My heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears. He tangled his fingers in my hair, kissing my nose, my cheek, my neck. He mumbled something softly, but I had no idea what he said. The sound of my breathing was too loud, drowning out everything else. He unbuttoned my vest, then skillfully removed it and threw it into the backseat.
"You smell so good." His voice was a deep, sexy rasp now. His fingers moved to the first button of my blouse, then stopped. I waited for him to continue undressing me, but he didn't move. I wanted to ask him why he'd stopped, but I couldn't find my words. Instead I met his eyes and stared. I wasn't sure if my expression was confused or desperate. Either way, he smiled and answered my unspoken question. "I thought I should ask you first," he purred at me. "May I unwrap my present?" I nodded eagerly. Still, he didn't move. If he waited much longer I was going to come completely undone.
Oh, please. Please, please, undress me, my thoughts begged. Please, why are you stopping? Please, I need you. Please…
Oh, God! Had I actually said that? My eyes searched his face, and my answer was there in his expression. I must have said that out loud. How embarrassing! Humiliated, I looked down, struggling against his thumb as it fought to coax my chin upward. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want me to do." Something about the way he'd phrased his words made all the embarrassment fall away. I felt a rush of something. Maybe adrenaline. Maybe lust. Whatever it was, I was instantly overcome with need and confident enough to answer his question in just the way that would get me what I wanted.
I took a breath in to speak, but apparently I wasn't responding fast enough for him and he believed I needed more coaxing. He moved his face closer to mine, if such a thing was possible, and gently traced the line of my jaw with his fingers. "That's it, Bella. Tell me what you want." His voice was beyond sexy. Just listening to him I almost forgot what it was I wanted. His eyes were hot and eager, awaiting my response. I swallowed, ready to either completely turn him on or completely humiliate myself. "Tell me…"
"Undress me," I breathed. "Have your way with me, Edward." He froze, staring at me. At first I wasn't sure if I had said the wrong thing. But when I glanced down, his arousal was clear, straining against his pants. Still, he didn't move. I took a deep breath and hoped to God that what came out of my mouth next would sound seductive. "What are you waiting for?"
There was a low rumbling in his chest then, almost a growl. Eagerly, he looked me up and down. Once. Twice. Then, without warning his lips crashed into mine, and my blouse was off so fast I worried he'd ripped the buttons clean off. He began sucking on my neck as his fingers made their way to the buttons on my high-waisted skirt. He undid them one by one, then finally unzipped it and pulled it down. I kicked anxiously to be free of the offensive fabric as his mouth continued working on my neck. As I let out a whimper, it occurred to me I was sitting in my car in negligee and high heels while he was still fully clothed. I reached for the buttons on his shirt to make things more fair, but he caught my hand in his.
"I wasn't finished," he whispered. When I opened my mouth to protest, he lowered his mouth to my cleavage and began sucking furiously at the fleshy part of my left breast. When it was almost more painful than pleasurable he stopped, pulling back to stare at the mark he'd left. "You're so beautiful."
"No fair. You're still fully dressed." I reached toward him again, hoping he'd finally allow me to change those circumstances.
"Not yet." He chuckled as he caught my fingers and began sucking at them, one by one. I leaned my head against my seat as I watched him kiss my fingertips. When he paused and looked at me, all I could do was smile back. He was so incredibly sexy. It was almost painful. "Come here."
"No, you come here." I didn't know why I argued with him – he always knew how to make me do what he wanted. So it surprised me when he obeyed, leaning toward me and taking me into his arms. At least as much as he could with the parking brake between us. He slid his hand gently down my front, grazing my breasts with his fingertips. My nipples hardened instantly under his touch. I shivered.
"Are you cold?" His voice didn't have a trace of humor in it, but when I shook my head in confusion, his smirk emerged. His face was so smug I was almost tempted to pull out of his arms and push him back to the passenger side of the car.
"You know I'm not cold."
"I know." He whispered it straight into my ear, his teeth catching on my earlobe as he spoke. "You're shaking."
"I can't help it," I whimpered. "You feel…so…" I didn't have a chance to get out my inadequate adjective; his hand had found its way to the inside of my thigh and began moving purposefully upward. "Wait…don't…"
"I thought I was supposed to be having my way," he whispered. "My way involves you coming on my fingers."
"We're supposed to be playing." He looked confused, so I clarified. "The game. The fantasy, remember?"
Crap. Now I really had said the wrong thing. Abruptly, his face fell. He removed his hand from my leg and returned to his side of the car in one smooth motion.
"I'm very upset with you," he told me. I was so confused. I looked at his face for some sign that he was joking but it was deadpan.
"I…" I stammered, "I don't understand…"
"You don't?" he asked. I shook my head. "I asked you to have an extra credit assignment completed by today, and you haven't done it."
Oh. My. God! He was playing! He was actually playing. Without thinking, I smiled.
"And you think this is funny?" Oh! He was good at this teacher thing. I quickly wiped the smile from my face and tried to be serious.
"No, sir. I don't think it's funny. I'm sorry."
"You should be. You're leaving me no choice but to fail you."
"Oh no, please. There must be something I can do. Isn't there anything?"
"If I give you another assignment, you must do exactly as I ask. Is that clear?" I was so turned on I couldn't speak. I nodded. "I'm afraid this will require me coming a little closer to you. Would you mind?"
"No, sir." He inched toward me until his nose was nearly touching mine. I could feel his breath on my face. He smelled so sweet.
"May I touch you?" My breath hitched. I could have said yes, but I wanted to make this game interesting.
"I'm sorry, Professor Cullen," – Sigh – "I'm not sure I understand. What exactly am I to do for extra credit?"
He chuckled. "Forgive me. I haven't explained myself. But before I do, might I request that you call me by my first name? You do know it, don't you?"
"Yes. Your first name is Edward."
"Correct. And rather than addressing you formally as Ms. Swan, I'd like to call you Bella." He took a piece of hair that had fallen in my face and gently tucked it behind my ear, his fingers grazing my cheekbone on the way. I closed my eyes and sighed. "And as for your assignment…"
I waited for him to continue, but he said nothing. I forced my eyes back open and fixed them on his, trying not to melt under his gaze. His green eyes had darkened considerably.
"Yes, Edward? My assignment…you were saying…"
But he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned across the parking brake, burying his face in my neck and placing his hand on my thigh. He kissed me so softly as his fingers traced upward that I began to shake with anticipation. I thought about the game, but then let the thought go out of my head. Maybe we had played enough for one night. Now I just wanted Edward.
I gasped when his fingers finally made their way to my center. He stroked me through my panties a few times, then began moving the lacy fabric to one side. He rested his thumb against me, then froze. I whimpered.
"Is something wrong, Bella?" His voice feigned innocence, but I knew he knew exactly what my problem was.
"Please," I breathed.
"Please, what?" I opened my mouth to speak, but as I did he began moving his thumb in slow, deliberate circles. The sound I made was a hybrid of a moan and a cry. "Oh, I see. Is that what you want?"
"I can't tell if that was a yes or a no. I need to be sure. Try again, Bella. Do you want this?" He applied more pressure. My toes began to go numb.
"I need you to use your words, Bella. Try. If you want to pass…" Pass? A wave of pleasure caused my hips to buck against his hand. He groaned at the sight and sped up his movements. Then his meaning occurred to me. Pass. He was still playing our game.
"Yes," I breathed, "I…ungh…want to…pass…" He slid a finger inside me, and I feared my resulting scream would shatter the car windows.
"I just need you to do one thing for me."
"Any…ah…thing…" I struggled.
"The next time you scream…" He chose that moment to slip another finger inside me, as if to punctuate his meaning. I bit back a moan.
"Scream my name, Bella. Am I understood?"
His words alone were enough. I felt my release only seconds away. I didn't bother to stifle the scream as it tore from my lips. I wondered, only briefly, what anyone within a mile of us would think "oh, fuck, Edward" was doing to me.