This was my entry for the Fandom 4 No Kids Hungry compilation. Hope you like it! :o)

A huge thanks to BellaEdwardlover1991 for beta'ing and to Joey and Scrimmy for pre-reading.

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Title: Just Another Day

Warnings: Lemons, language, mention of drugs and underage drinking.

Summary: My name is Edward Cullen. I'm sixteen years old. I live at 677 Woodland Drive. Today, I robbed a grocery store, kidnapped someone and lost my virginity. ExB. M for l & l.


My name is Edward Cullen. I'm sixteen years old. I live at 677 Woodland Drive. Today, I robbed a grocery store, kidnapped someone and lost my virginity.

Well, okay, so maybe not quite, but I bet if I explained, you'd agree with me that that is exactly what I did...kind of.

So, it was one of those days, you know typical Saturday, no school, no work, no life. Well, for me at least.

You see, I'm Edward Cullen. I'm that guy that wears glasses and sits in the cafeteria with a book and an apple while everyone else's lives buzz around me.

I'm that guy who, until today, thought that girls were gross. Of course, only 'cause I was just not into putting myself out there for any of them to make fun of me. The amount of hand lotion I went through was astounding, as was my porn collection. Just don't tell my mom.

There were just no girls at school who caught my attention. Well there was one, but we won't get into that right away.

What made matters worse for me, was that even my fourteen year old little brother, Emmett, had a girlfriend. That kind of shit sort of hits below the belt, you know. Especially when your parents kind of expect you to bring a girl home at some point.

Mom even asked me if I was even into boys. Ehmm, pretty sure the half-naked playboy posters hidden in my closet would attest to my preferences. But apparently I had to make it clear, so I told her I liked girls but I was too damn shy to talk to them.

So there, I was a giant girl-fearing, sixteen year old virgin pussy. Oh, the irony.

Now, to get back to the story.

It was early Saturday morning. Well, early by my standards anyways. Okay, so it was like 11 a.m., was early for me.

I got up, stretched my limbs, cracked my neck and scratched my balls. My morning wood was momentarily distracting, but I didn't have the energy to give it any attention. I was lazy, distracted by the smell of food, and maybe just bored with my current porn stash.

I figured self-love in the shower would be more pleasurable anyways and a lot less messy.

So, I pulled on a T-shirt, slipped on my glasses, and made my way to the kitchen, following the scent of mom's pancakes and bacon.

Damn that woman could cook.

I had a note on the counter and a plate of food waiting for me in the microwave. Mom often did this for me if she left earlier than whatever time I decided to grace the world with my presence.

Waking me up on the weekend was guaranteed to get my hormonal ass in a rut for the rest of the day, if not the entire weekend. I got mom and dad well trained.

Emmett, well, he's young. A few more headlocks and swirlies and he'll learn. If not, well I could always show Rosalie, his young and naïve girlfriend, some embarrassing home movies.

Anyways, I ate my fuck awesome mommy-made breakfast and read over the list she'd left me. Apparently she needed for me to pick up a few items from the grocery store, and even left me some cash to go out and get those things for her. And yes, I am a momma's boy. Sue me. She needed me to run an errand for her, and it was the least I could do. After all, she did cook, clean and clothe me.

I made quick work of putting away the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaning up before taking the list, cash and car keys, and heading out the door.

I had a lot of items to get and Newton's was one of those small local grocery stores that I could definitely go through my entire life without walking into.

I hated that place.

But it was the only grocery store in Forks, so I had to go.

For mom, ya know?

I parked the car in the first available space closest to the door, and shoved my keys in my jacket pocket.

Walking into the store, I ducked my head, trying to avoid Bella.

Okay, so remember when I said I didn't notice girls? I may have lied. A bit. Or a lot.

Well, see the thing is that I didn't actually notice Bella, it was more that she pursued me. Relentlessly. All the time.

And I was just too much of a spaz to do anything about it.

She was just so pushy. How do you even begin to deal with that kind of crazy?

Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful. Long, wavy dark brown hair. Green eyes, almost the same shade as mine, but better. I can't explain it, she was just...she was Bella.

Now, I'm serious, the chick is bizarre. She was always wearing these colorful dresses and skirts. Very short dresses and skirts. Complete with miss-matched knee socks.

And a colorful array of Doc Martens.

Her and her best friend Alice Brandon, were always competing for worse dressed. It was like their mission in life to make the worse dressed list somewhere or something.

I don't know, but whatever it was that Bella did, it made her quirky, and I liked it.

But, back to my problem with the shyness. In school, every attempt that Bella has ever made to speak to me, I've managed to screw up royally.

So now I just plain ignore her. It's cruel, for both of us, but I had no choice. Until I was brave enough to be in the same room with her, and be coherent, there was no way I was going to chance an encounter.

Especially when at the store where she worked, and I needed to buy all this crap. Food, not crap, food.

I groaned as I took one of the shopping carts and quickly made my way down the first aisle. I quickly shoved a bag of apples and some flour into the cart.

Making my way down the canned food aisle, I grabbed a few cans of tuna and threw them in the cart.

Reading down the list, all that was left was some cheddar, frozen peas and ice cream.

I made quick work of picking up these things, and truly hoping that they were actually for mom's apple pie... well, not the tuna, cheese and peas, of course.

I digress.

When I headed up to the register, the only one that was unoccupied was Bella's. It was the only one opened. She was the only one there. Okay, so she was my only option and I had no choice.

Alright, no choice at all!

I groaned, keeping my eyes downcast and my head low as I unloaded all the items from my cart.

Ice cream, tuna, peas, flour and a bag of shredded cheese, made appearances on the conveyor belt. When I looked up and put the bag of apples on the conveyor, Bella's wide impish grin made an appearance in my periphery, and I lost all of my concentration.

It was downhill from there.

My day went from "good" to "shit" in those two seconds it took for her to notice me.

"Hi, Edward. Nice seeing you here," Bella said, leaning against the counter and picking up my items as she passed them through the scanner.

I said nothing.

I stood there like an idiot, pushed up my glasses and smiled at her.

And then I remembered that I was supposed to ignore her so I turned my back to her and waited for all of the items to be bagged. I then shoved the bags back into my cart, paid and wordlessly left the store almost as if it were on fire.

Yes, I am a pussy motherfucker. We've established that. Thank you.

I walked briskly to the car and opened the back passenger door and shoved the grocery bags inside.

I couldn't believe how much of a pussy I'd been. She was right there. There was nobody around that could make fun of me for talking to her. Or make fun of her for talking to me. We could have had a conversation over food. Just the two of us. What the hell was the matter with me?

Seriously, I was never going to get laid. Nope, I would be one of those guys who'd turn out to be a forty year old virgin. Now, worse, a one-hundred-and-seven year old virgin.

I hung my head and hit it a couple of times over the door frame. Such an idiot.

Just as I was going to close the door, Bella's voice broke through my mental ramblings. "Edward, you forgot your-"

I turned to her and saw her holding a bag. Apparently I'd forgotten my tuna.

But she was looking at my cart.

A look of horror crossed her features.

Then, she started laughing.

Like loud, no breathing, noiseless, type of laughter.

I didn't get it, my cart was empty. I'd taken the three bags out and shoved it on the floor in the back of the car.

Looking down into the cart, I saw why she was suddenly speechless and bent in half with her hand over her mouth.

There, in the bottom of the cart, shoved in the corner under that child seat thing, was a very large box of extra large ribbed condoms.

Yes, I could now see why she was laughing.

I, on the other hand, stopped breathing completely.

"Oh Edward, a little hopeful aren't we?" she asked through fits of giggles.

I knew by the heat spreading throughout my body that it wasn't just my face turning a bright shade of red. Oh no, I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that my entire body must have been as red as a ripe tomato in summer.

I couldn't speak; couldn't respond.

I had no idea how that...that box had gotten in there in the first place.

I certainly hadn't put those in there.

Before I could explain, Bella piped up once more. "You know, I'll have to call the cops, right? I mean, this is stealing."

She grabbed the box of condoms and brandished it like a prized possession all the while giggling relentlessly.

And that's when I lost it. I had no idea what to do. I mean, how would that have looked to the cops, me, Edward Cullen, stealing a box of condoms from Newton's. My mom would have died of embarrassment. My dad would have disowned me. I would have definitely died a virgin. Alone. In prison.

Okay, so I was a little melodramatic.

I may or may not have taken some drama classes at Forks High. And I may or may not have gotten pretty damn good reviews on my dramatic portrayal of Willy Loman in "Death of a Salesman".

So, all in all, I panicked and did the only thing my virgin, sixteen year old pussy mind could think up.

I grabbed Bella's arm, shoved her – not so gently – into the back seat of my car and closed the door. I then ran around the car, got in the driver's seat and took off.

I didn't know where to go. Well, I needed to drop off the groceries at home. Mom needed them to make pie. But I didn't know what to do.

I had just kidnapped a girl. Yes, kidnapped. Taking someone against their will is in fact kidnapping.

So now, not only was I a thief, I was also a kidnapper.

I hit the back of my head against the headrest while I drove toward my house.

Looking at the rear view mirror, I could clearly see Bella lying in the back seat, clutching that box of condoms to her chest like her life depended on it.

And she was still laughing.

See, she was crazy. But damn, she was pretty with her hair fanned out around her head and her face lit up like that.

Crazy, fucked up chick.

Gotta love her.

"Bella, I'm going to go drop this off for my mom. I'm so sorry. I'll go to the station myself," I explained as I drove up our long, dirt driveway.

I saw her head move from side to side. "Don't do that. My dad will put you in jail. Go give your mom her peas and I'll help you hide out."

Her reaction took me by surprise. She was willing to help me? Okay, so maybe she could explain to Newton's that I hadn't stolen the condoms. But still, I had kidnapped her.

"Just go, Edward. I'll be right here and we'll figure this out." I took one look at her and nodded.

She was smiling, her bottom lip pulled into her mouth making her look all coy and sexy as hell.

I wanted to bite that lip of hers.

So I let my hormones take over and figured that going to jail was worth spending a little one-on-one time with her alone.

"Fine, I'll be right back." I quickly shot out of the car, ran around the passenger side, took the four bags of groceries, remembering the tuna this time, and then ran into the house.

I put away everything and left a note for my mom, telling her that I'd done my errand and that I'd be back later, most likely after dinner.

I was a very conscientious son, after all.

No reason to alarm her if Bella could figure out a way for me to get out of all of this. I mean, the chick was great at thinking up crazy ass stunts at school, surely she could convince her boss that I hadn't stolen anything and then convince her dad that she'd willingly gotten into the car with me.

I just hoped that Newton's didn't have security cameras.

I could just imagine creeper extraordinaire Mike, sitting in his office and watching moms wrangle their kids and shoving bags into their trunks.

I was so screwed and I knew it.

I pulled my glasses off and rubbed my face with the palms of my hands. This was beyond fucked up.

Desperate for any sort of idea in order to relieve myself from all this stuff, I turned to my car. I could see Bella sitting in the back seat, her head peeking in between the two front bucket seats.

With the box of condoms clutched in one of her hands.

Crazy, fucked-up, beautiful chick.

I jogged to the car and got in. "Where do I go? We can't stay here, Bella."

"Well," she started and then she sort of shimmied herself between the two seats and bounced on the passenger seat beside me.

And she flashed me some panties while doing it.

I was struck stupid at the sight of her pink panties with a large yellow hand print on the right butt cheek.

It was only a split second, but it was the best split second of my entire life.

I could worship that hand print. Oh the things I could do to that hand print...

"What?" I asked as Bella snapped her fingers in front of my face.

Apparently the sight of panties made me stupid.

"I was saying that I know a place in La Push where we could go. It's our cottage. We only go there like a few times a year but it'll be safe and quiet. We could talk and figure this out."

I nodded, unable to form words.

"Relax, Edward, we'll sort this all out." Bella put on her seat belt and secured the box of condoms on her lap.

I had started to hate that thing. Loath it even.

But then again, it meant that I could be alone with Bella with no interruptions for a little while.

Maybe I should've thanked it instead.

"Where exactly is this place?" I asked as I drove down the road toward La Push.

"Just keep going, I'll tell ya when we get near the right place."

And she did. Bella gave me directions and within fifteen minutes, I was parking the car outside this small cottage by the lake.

"Are you sure this is okay?" The little house looked well maintained. There were curtains visible through the windows and a clear path going to the door.

A boat was docked down by the water and there was a shed off to the side.

I seemed to be a nice little getaway close to home but far enough to be relaxing.

"This is it, huh?" I asked a little skeptical.

"Oh lord, Edward. Get that stick out of your ass and come on." Bella took my hand in hers and pulled me along until we reached the front door of the cottage.

Once there, she reached under a rock and pulled out a key. "Ha, I love my mother."

"So she hides the key there?" I asked.

Bella rolled her eyes dramatically. "Mom and dad have the same argument all the time. He says it's not safe to keep a key right by the door but mom keeps telling him to stop being such a sick in the mud. She proved him wrong when he forgot his keys one time and they had to use this one."

I nodded. "I see."

"Come on, get in here." She opened the door and pulled me inside.

There was a small kitchenette complete with stove and fridge. There was a small room to the right, behind the kitchen with a sign on the door that read "Loo" on it so I could assume it was the bathroom and to my right were a futon and a set of twin sized bunk beds.

I stood awkwardly by the door and waited for her instructions. I had no idea what to do with myself. I mean, this girl had basically turned the tables on me.

I had kidnapped her, but yet, she was the one bringing me to this secluded place and to what? Have her way with me?

I scoffed and shook my head. I wish. No, really, I do.

"What are you thinking, Edward?"

I looked up to meet Bella's eyes. "Nothing." I blushed, thankful she had no clue what I was thinking.

She walked over to the kitchen and deposited the key on the counter. She then leaned on it and cocked her head to the side, a smirk playing on her lips. "For some reason, I think you're lying to me, Edward."

The look on her face was priceless, almost like she knew what was going on, but yet there was no way she could have.

I watched her body language, carefully gauging her reaction to me. She didn't look afraid, that was clearly obvious. She'd come willingly, maybe too willingly.

Bella took a few steps forward and stood before me, close enough for me to smell the mint from her gum on her breath. "You know, Edward, I hadn't planned on you taking it this far, but dude, you really don't disappoint."

Ehm, come again?

I could feel my mouth hanging open, my throat was suddenly parched and I couldn't swallow.

And apparently I couldn't speak either.

Bella smirked while shaking her head and took another step forward while I took one backwards. "You look like you're about to faint. Breathe, baby, I'm not going to bite." Her face broke into a smile and she took another step, pinning my back to the wall. "Unless you're into that," she continued.

I took a deep breath, willing the words to come to me. I mean really, who does this shit? "What...what are you talking about?" I swallowed audibly and closed my eyes momentarily.

I felt Bella press her hand against my cheek and opened my eyes as she traced her thumb over my bottom lip. "I like you, Edward, but you're so damned pigheaded."

Pigheaded? Me? "What?" I pulled back from her touch and furrowed my brows.

"Please," she scoffed, "don't act so coy. I've seen the way you look at me. You try to be so sly. You think you're so above me. Better than me." I started shaking my head no as she spoke. The hurt in her features and the way her eyes became sad all of a sudden told me so many things about the weird chick I had a crush on.

For one, she liked me too.

Secondly, she covered a lot of her emotions with her offbeat demeanor and outlandish clothing.

And third, I never wanted to see her look that sad ever again.

"You have it all wrong," I murmured, finding my voice once she'd stopped speaking. I took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eyes. "I don't know how to talk to you. You're so...amazing and caring. You're crazy," I paused and looked at the ground. I wasn't quite sure calling her crazy was the right way to go here, but I forged on figuring there wasn't any way I could fuck this day up any worse. "Did you do all this to get my attention?"

I chanced taking her hand in mine. Her skin was soft between my fingers and for some odd reason, touching her just felt so right. She'd taken my hand earlier to basically order me around but this felt different; intimate.

As if on cue, her cheeks flushed and she looked at me from under her lashes. "I was almost done my shift when you walked in. When you turned around at the checkout, I took the box of condoms from the display by the counter and threw them in your basket. I didn't expect anything more than to watch you get embarrassed and toss the shopping cart aside, but when you forgot your bag, I didn't have a choice but to bring it to you," she explained.

"I punched out and then went outside to give you the bag." She shook her head and smiled. "The look on your face when you saw them, and then well, the thing about my dad. Edward, I'm sorry I scared you. I really didn't expect you to panic and "kidnap me" but then, well, we're here so...I guess it's not so bad, right?"

I nodded, my lips curling into a soft lopsided grin. "And what exactly are we doing here?"

Not that I minded. Now that things were pretty much out in the open, I relaxed a little and let myself just be in the moment with the girl I liked.

There were no reasons for either of us to be too shy. I mean, Forks is like the size of a freaking shoe box. Everybody knew everybody else. Bella and I had known each other, or more precisely of each other, since we were in kindergarten. Everyone that grew up here knows everyone else. It was like one of those small town rule things. Except once you hit puberty, there seems to be this weird divide between girls and boys.

Unfortunately, sometimes the phase where girls have cooties lasts a little longer than others. I guess, with me, it lasted until I was sixteen. Maybe because the only girl I ever thought of, dressed in tutus and Docs, and looked at me like I was something to eat.

And she was currently sporting that scary ass look in her eye like she wanted to eat me up.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. I'd never even kissed a girl, and here I was basically taken hostage by one.

Bella looked down to our joined hands. "Well, we could sit and talk...maybe make out a little." Her eyes shot up to meet mine as she uttered the last words.

And I was once again struck speechless.

Well fuck me.

I mean...make out a little.

"Okay," I squeaked.

Bella lead me to the futon where we sat next to each other. It felt...weird. Not quite uncomfortable, just odd.

Who was I to say no to kissing her?

And as reality reared its ugly head, the thought of kissing her had me feeling all queasy. I couldn't get the butterflies in my stomach to stop fluttering, and her hand caressing mine started to feel weird. Mainly because my palms started sweating profusely and that shit was gross.

"Bella, I have to tell you something." I turned sideways to face her, bringing my leg up between us on the futon. I toyed with her small fingers, letting my thumb massage her palms as I spoke. "I've never ehm...I've never kissed a girl."

There, I said it. It wasn't that bad.

I looked at our joined hands, unable to meet her eyes just yet.

I knew she'd had a few boyfriends. It was no secret that she'd dated Tyler and Eric last year and then that Jacob guy last summer. I wasn't stupid enough to think that I'd be her first, but I was crazy enough to hope to be her last.

I looked up to see her smirking with an eyebrow raised into her hairline and her head quirked to the side. "Oh, well then this is even better," she said as she stood on her knees in front of me.

Before I could process what she was doing or say anything more to make things even more awkward, Bella's lips were on mine.

I didn't know what to do at first.

I sat there like a statue, not even moving my own lips.

And then, as Bella's hands came around my neck and her fingers dug into my hair, I was able to relax and started kissing her back.

Her lips molded to mine perfectly. The mint from the gum she'd been chewing lingered on her breath as she opened her lips to mine, letting her tongue tentatively sweep into my mouth to meet mine.

I'd never kissed a girl, but damn if she wasn't the best kisser ever.

Bella leaned forward and I lost my balance and fell back onto the futon. Fortunately, I caught her before she hit her face onto mine. "Sorry," I said and leaned up to capture her lips in another kiss.

She giggled as she kissed me and then straddled my waist so that she'd have better access to kiss down my jaw and nibble at my earlobe.

Her hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down and pinning me to the futon.

Soft moans and grunts escaped us both as our mouths connected and softly explored each other. I kept my hands planted firmly on her waist to anchor her there; I didn't want her going anywhere.

I could feel myself growing hard and straining against the zipper of my jeans. It didn't help matters when Bella's lips slipped from my mouth and her fingers started to explore my upper body.

She sat up, looking down on me. Her lips were swollen and red from kissing me, she had a little bit of chaffing around her mouth from my day's worth of stubble, and her hair was a mess due to her precarious position on top of me.

"You don't know how beautiful you are, Bella," I told her as I let my fingers graze against her cheek and my thumb run over her swollen bottom lip.

Bella smiled shyly. "From where I'm sitting, you're not bad yourself, Edward Cullen."

She leaned down once more and kissed me. This time, I could feel her heat against my crotch as she ground herself against me. I let my fingers caress her sides until my hands were on her breasts and my thumbs dragging against her hard nipples.

Soft whimpers escaped her lips as my hands palmed and explored her chest over her the thin material of her shirt and bra.

Bella led the way in exploring my body and l mimicked her actions. When her hands found themselves under my shirt, I slipped my hands under hers.

She pulled away from me and sat up abruptly. "Just so you know, I'm not a virgin."

I nodded, not quite sure what she was talking about.

I mean, sure, I knew what she was talking about, but why was she telling me this? It wasn't like I had any expectations.

My brows furrowed in question but before I could fathom asking her what she was getting to, she had crossed her arms in front of her chest and pulled up her shirt, leaving me an exceptional view of her dark pink nipples through her lacy white bra.

Flustered, I tried to sit up a bit but she pushed me back down. She then started to pull up my shirt so I did the only thing I could and helped her take it off.

I slid my glasses back on and took a good look at the pretty girl hovering over me. "Bella, what exactly are you doing?"

She dropped a soft kiss on my lips and sat back up. "I was thinking; why not make this a whole lot of firsts for you. I like you, and I can feel how much you like me." She gave her hips a little bit of a wiggle. "So, can I pop your cherry?"

And then she smiled.

Like this sweet, angelic, I-can-do-no-wrong type of smile complete with extra eyelash fluttering for good measure.

What did she expect? I was this horny teenage boy with a raging boner, she was a beautiful half naked girl and we had an empty room at our disposal.

The word "no" didn't even enter my mind.

I just nodded slowly and watched her lips curl up into a huge grin. She looked like she'd won the lottery.

"I'll probably last like two seconds though, so maybe you shouldn't count your chickens before they're hatched," I said between her hungry kisses to my face, neck and jaw. She was just giggling excitedly and pecking at my face while her hands slid to her back and unhooked her bra.

Man, this chick was weird.

"It's fine, Edward. You stole that big box, we got plenty of time to practice."

Alrighty then.

What does one say to such statements really?

I didn't want to take advantage of her, but she was clearly leading the show here.

Was I supposed to refuse?


"Are you sure about this, Bella?" I said, sliding my hands down her smooth back and to the curve of her butt.

She sat up once more, exposing her supple breasts to me.

My mouth went dry at the sight. I could feel my cock leaking. She was gorgeous and there was nothing better at that moment than watching her sitting like that on top of me.

"Definitely." She wiggled her way backwards until she was straddling my knees and unzipped my pants, pulling them down a bit to expose my hard dick. "And apparently I was right about you, Edward Cullen. Extra large should be a perfect fit." she smirked and worried her bottom lip as she eyed my piece hungrily.

I looked down just in time to see her stand up on the futon, lift up her skirt and shimmy her panties down her legs.

"Holy fuck," I said as I stared up at her. She was topless, wearing a black and pink frilly tutu and stripped black and pink knee socks.

Smirking, she kneeled back down over me and captured my lips in a soft kiss. "I promise not to hurt you, big boy," she said, pulling away and sitting up.

I watched in rapt fascination as she opened the box of condoms, pulled one out, opened the little package and rolled it on to my length.

"Fuck, Bella. That's hot." I said, trying not to sound too Valley-Girl-ish.

I probably failed miserably.

She grinned devilishly and wiggled her brows. "I know, right?"

She then moved to straddle my hips. I could feel her wet and warm, pressed against me, my length begging to be inside her. She took my hands in hers and guided them to where she wanted them on her body. That shit was erotic, knowing that she knew what made her feel good - that this was going to be good for her too - made me feel less intimidated to be with her.

I felt a little more confident in my movements knowing that we were both into this. I'd heard so many guys talking about their first times, but I was sure that being with Bella was the best thing to happen in my entire life.

I felt like the luckiest bastard alive. Maybe I was the lucky lottery winner in this whole thing.

And when I felt her guide my length to her soaked pussy, I stopped breathing. The sensations, warm, tight and wet, were almost too much to bear. Gritting my teeth, I prayed I wouldn't come on the spot.

Bella moved against me and leaned down to kiss me. Our breathing faltering as she moved on top of me.

One hand explored her chest while the other made its way underneath the puffy skirt to find her clit.

Feeling where we were joined almost had me coming within a few thrusts. I strained and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and hoping I could keep myself from losing it.

As I pressed my thumb against Bella's swollen clit, I could feel her walls fluttering around me and her movements quicken to find that release we both desperately wanted.

I grunted and hoped beyond anything that she'd felt at least half as good as I did before I finally came hard, while mumbling some expletives.

Bella moved her hand from my shoulder down to the fingers I had on her clit and helped me pick up the pace, and soon, I could feel her tightening around my softening dick and her entire body shudder as her orgasm spread through her body.

Seeing her face as she fell apart, even if it was of her own doing, cut my recovery time in half. I was sure I'd be ready for round two in no time.

"Wow," I whispered almost to myself.

Bella laid her head on my chest and relaxed against me. "Wow, for sure." I could feel her smiling against my skin.

I held her there for a brief moment before she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, bringing the used condom with her.

I quickly pulled on my shirt and pants, and ran a hand through my messy hair.

Bella came out of the bathroom still only wearing the skirt and socks. I groaned at the sight, earning a soft giggle, which made her tits jiggle, and a peck on the cheek.

I quietly watched her put her bra back on and hoped that shit wouldn't get awkward too fast.

But when she sat on my lap, kissed my nose and just smiled as she gazed into my eyes, I knew we'd be just fine.

"So, not too disappointed?" she asked as she tried to put my hair back in its place.

"Disappointed?" I looked at her pointedly, arching an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "We'll have plenty of time to practice, I guess."

I squeezed her against me. "We will?"

"Don't think I'm letting you go, Edward Cullen. I don't want to have to kidnap you next time."

I laughed heartedly and shook my head. "I don't think you'd have to resort to that, pretty girl." I dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "All you have to do is ask."

Bella turned on my lap to face me. "Edward Cullen, do you want to be my boyfriend," she deadpanned.

I tried not to laugh, I really did, but her face had all these expressions on it and I just buried my face in her neck and chuckled along with her.

I felt my stomach grumble and looked at my watch. I hadn't realized how late it had gotten and I guess I'd worked up an appetite. "How 'bout you come have dinner with me and we make this thing official?"

Bella pulled away from me and dropped a kiss on my forehead. "It's a deal."

We left the cottage hand in hand, looking forward to the rest of our lives.

I couldn't help the cheesy grin on my face as I thought of the events that had transpired. I'd woken up a boy, but later I was going to bed a man.