Epilogue.

Venus

To say our first time was awkward would be an understatement. Edward was so worried I'd never let him touch me again.

My poor boy…

Let's face it— first times just aren't glamorous. For boys it includes quick ejaculation, an uncooperative penis, and misguided attempts at insertion (and don't get me started on condoms). For girls, it's the pain of the intrusion and lack of…a happy ending. Not to mention, if your first time wasn't with someone you cared about—or cared about you, there's the shame.

However, I wasn't so easily detoured. Edward made me feel wonderful in so many other ways that I couldn't help but believe it would get better. I just had to convince him that practice would—in fact—make perfect.

It took a couple weeks before he would try again—with actual intercourse that is; he was all about making it up to me in… other ways, though. He didn't understand that there was nothing for him to make up, but I certainly wasn't going to tell Mr. Guilty to stop licking my pussy. I had to let him repent, right?

{Yeah, that's right. I say pussy now… I can also say:

cock

fuck

and moist (Don't ask).

After a staged intervention with Professor Wubbenhorst, (who I—shockingly—sought out for advice), I finally convinced Edward to give It to me so I could stop asking, "Where's the beef?"

Turns out Professor Wubbenhorst was my greatest ally all along.

When I was accepted into Kinsley, my father had received a "welcome" packet of his own. It talked about the difficulties that parents faced in sending their children away to college and some of the things they needed to be prepared for as well as some things for which they needed to ensure their child(ren) were prepped. Apparently, my father was most concerned that he'd never given me the official "sex talk" and called my counselor. I supposed he hadn't felt comfortable divulging where babies come from…

As luck would have it, my admissions counselor, , was best friends with the professor who taught sex education: Dahna Wubbenhorst.

The rest—meaning me an Edward— had just been happenstance. He had some community service hours that needed filling, and I fit the bill. Yeah, I do dirty puns now. I know, right? My father,however, does not appreciate my new sense of humor.

The professor never imagined things would work out so well for Edward and me, though. She just figured Edward could help break down my tough exterior and make me a little less frigid. She had no idea he would make me a closet nymphomaniac.

Once Edward finally relented and agreed to have sex with me again, I made sure to make a grand production.

There was moaning…

screaming…

and gyrating…

Was it all for real? No, but I didn't want him holding back on the goods anymore, and he hasn't made me go without, since.

It's been six months since Edward and I began our intimate relationship, and I wouldn't change a thing. I've become exceedingly adventurous in costuming.

I'm quite sure Edward isn't' complaining. He's most excited about our most recent foray into role-play…

and I think he has a submissive side…

There's no doubt that my Edward is hot…

Has a fantastic physic…

and a perfect cock…

But that's not why I love him, well not the ENTIRE reason, anyway. Everything about him just fits ME.

Truth? Edward is my Mr. Right. He wasn't what I was looking for, but once I found him I knew there wasn't much that would make me give him up. He was all the things I wanted: a lover, supportive, affectionate, devoted and gave me rapture.

Lots of rapture…

He fell in love with my mind, but worshiped my body…

and we'd certainly spent all day in bed more than once, Edward holding me in his strong arms—after he'd fuck my brains out.

But I also make sure he's thinking about me during the day thanks to numerous (but faceless) nudie pics I'd send to his phone…

At the end of the day, I don't need him to be perfect, but what I know is that Edward is perfect for me…


Mars

I really thought I'd never have sex again after I took Bella's virginity, but she surprised me. She was fierce when she wanted something, and I honestly don't believe there is a happier man on earth than me. I have the perfect girl:

she's smart

sexy…

and a little mouthy…

She's also a sex addict, but you'll never hear me complain.

The last six months has been a dream come true.

After we got past the awkward stage and we really got to know each other's bodies, our sex life turned over a new leaf. Bella was insatiable and a downright freak at times…

She would wear these outrageous outfits that showed off her tits…

and ass…strutting around shaking her money maker…

God, my girl is so fucking hot.

She also sits in class and teases me. (Yeah, we've done it in the study carrel at the library more than once.)

Most of the time, she sat next to me and was just a tease but once in awhile, she'd sit across the room and suck on her pen or worse, a sucker.

Then, she'd turn all coy after class and not let me touch her. I called her a fucking tease once, and I thought she was going to bite my dick off.

I'm really enjoying her bold streak, though.

So far, we'd tested the waters on role-play, costuming, getting down in public, and voyeurism…

There's been other…adventures… in the bedroom the last few times we'd done it, and Bella was yet to say no to anything I tried.

Who would have ever thought that my innocent, doe-eyed Bella would be such a vixen and a complete freak in the sheets?

They always say it's the quiet ones. Then again, there isn't anything quietabout my girl.

Just last night, Bella totally let me watch her…

And I could spend a million years getting her off which usually led to me getting off on her.

Bella also loved sucking cock…Always reading these articles, too, about how to "please your man." Just last week she tried this thing with ice...

It still makes my shiver just to think about it.

Have I mentioned that I'm the happiest man on earth?

I may have found Bella in an unconventional way, but she's been my life ever since (except on Superbowl Sunday and the NFL draft weekend). I wasn't looking for love and I certainly wasn't looking for a relationship, but I found both in Bella. I'm never afraid to tell her what I'm thinking—which is usually about…

Occasionally, she'll tell me to keep to my pervy self, but for the most part, my girl loves me for me…and it's perfect.


The End


E/N: Special "Thanks!" to Soapy Mayhem, for letting my raid her manip closet : D

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