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Chapter 1: Off the Wall

EDWARD

I opened the door, surprised to see Bella standing on the doorstep again. She had been in and out of my apartment, as the friend/girlfriend of my roommate, but I hadn't seen her in a while. She and Jake had a friendship I didn't understand. They had dated for six months, a full six months, and then went back to being friends. I didn't think that was possible. I'd heard of people saying, "We can still be friends," after a relationship, but no one actually was.

I asked Jake about it, and he just shrugged. "I was horny, and she was my friend. It made sense to try and get into her pants."

"Hey, Edward," Bella said looking past me, waiting for me to step out of the way. I moved quickly, noticing she had a duffle on her shoulder. "What the hell is that smell?"

I looked over at the offending couch. "Mike got food poisoning last night. It didn't end well."

She groaned. "Damn it, my roommate is screwing her boyfriend again tonight. Jake said I could crash here."

I looked over at Jake's door. I knew for a fact he had Leah in his room, and he would be doing the same. The only difference was Bella lived with a girl named Alice in a studio apartment. There was no door to be shut or wall to muffle things.

I looked around to see if there was somewhere else she could sleep.

"Do you have a sleeping bag?" she asked. "I can hit the floor just fine."

There was some muffled moaning and a headboard knocking against the wall. She glanced at the door and then back to me. "So, sleeping bag?" she asked unfazed.

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"I can't see it, so I'm fine with it. At least it's through a wall and not echoing off of one."

She had a point. "Yeah, but he's your ex-boyfriend."

"Nah, he was always my friend, we just kissed a couple of times."

"But he said you dated for six months."

"Sure, and nothing really changed between us but the kissing, and I was never into it. I didn't miss it when we were done. It's not like he wouldn't have taken me out, anyways."

"So, you guys never...?" I glanced at the door.

"Like I said, I wasn't into it."

"So you're a virgin?" I asked, putting two and two together.

She laughed. "Jake wasn't my first boyfriend or my last." She turned around, heading for the kitchen. She pulled out a bottle of root beer, taking a drink, not noticing my eyes falling on her breasts. I guessed listening to that porn soundtrack and her talking about sex was distracting me. "So, sleeping bag?" she asked again. "I know Jake's got one, but I ain't going in there. I saw enough of his lily white ass when we were kids."

"White?" I didn't know why I was asking about my roommate's ass color.

"It is at the beginning of the summer. Tans up just like mine by the end."

She was pretty pale. "You tan?"

"You're just full of questions."

"So, you saw him naked, and him you, but you didn't…you know..."

"You know? Really, Edward, you can't say sex?"

"Fine, so you really didn't have sex, and you weren't a virgin?"

"Yeah, turned out it's not all that. All that hype and the lead-up to it is good, but then bam, and you're wondering where the rest of it is and what the point was."

I chuckled, because when she said bam, there was a bang from a headboard, and the pictures rattled on the wall, making her point. By the end of her sentence, Jake's room had gone quiet again.

She thumbed over her shoulder, "See." She looked at her phone, seemingly unaffected.

"So, that's it, you don't even think about it?" I asked her.

She looked me up and down. "Sure, when I see a hot guy, I wonder if he wouldn't mind touching me." Her eyes lingered on my hands, and I curled all my fingers but two, just to mess with her. She licked her lips and took another drink of her soda.

"You can stay in my bed."

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"I've got a sleeping bag. I'll take the floor in my room. It'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I know I should be nice and insist on the bag, but I'm dead on my feet right now."

"No, I offered because I meant it."

She walked into my room, not looking back. I took a deep breath, doing my best to keep my body in check. Bella was a beautiful girl and seemed really cool. She was easy to hang out with and always happy to cook and help clean up. What more could a guy ask for?

I stepped into my room to see her naked back and some cheeks peeking out of the bottom of what I had come to know as "boy shorts." Yeah, they were panties, and she wasn't wearing a bra. The shirt she pulled on was loose and hung past them, barely. I did my best to look up at her face, when I saw her legs turn around.

"You've got a king."

"What?"

She chuckled. "Your bed is king-sized, that's like two twins. I'm fine with you sleeping on one side of it."

I nodded, trying to register her words, but when my eyes finally made it past her breasts to her face, she wasn't talking anymore. I noticed her eyes weren't looking at my face, either. They were back on my hand, and again, I curled my fingers, leaving those two out for her to see.

She cleared her throat. "I'm gonna brush my teeth." She turned back to her duffle, bending over. It made that shirt ride up, her cheeks peeked out, and the way those shorts were cut, they did nothing to hide that little bare pussy of hers. "Edward." My eyes darted to her face. I got the feeling she had said my name more than once.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if I use your toothpaste?"

"No, go ahead." I quickly turned my back to her. I could feel her eyes on me, and I wondered if she was feeling what I was feeling.

I stripped down to my boxers, thankful that they were clean, since I had showered after a pickup game this afternoon. I still smelled pretty fresh. I settled down on the closest side of the bed and lay still, waiting for the hot girl in my bathroom to climb into my bed. That sounded so good in my head, but in reality, she just walked in, turned out the light and said, "Goodnight."

When she finally fell asleep, I considered sneaking out to work myself over. I was about to get out of bed, when I heard her mumble my name. I thought she had woken up and caught me thinking of masturbating, but I realized you couldn't actually catch some one doing that.

I turned on my side, trying to get a closer look at her face. If she was awake, she would stop me before I got too close, or slap me at least. I was hoping that would knock things down.

She moaned my name a second time and then rolled in my direction. Her hand fell on my hip. I gently shifted onto my back carefully, so her hand didn't fall off of me. I loved that she was touching me, even if it was in her sleep. I closed my eyes, doing my best to talk myself into scooting away like a good boy, but her body moved against my side. Her leg moved over my hips, her knee hooking my stick. I groaned a little and shifted her leg down. I might have done it slower than proper to drag it out, literally.

Unfortunately, the moving of her leg brought my shorts down just enough for me to stick out all indecent-like. If she woke, I knew she'd punch me for letting him out with her in bed. I was about to reach down and pull them back up, but then she flopped across me, her head resting on my belly, her mouth just inches from my head. Lord have mercy. Then her arm came up, hooking me in her elbow. She let out another moan and whispered my name, her hot breath making me ache. I had to move her, I had to, because I was gonna die if I didn't. I reached down gently, hooking her under her arms and pulling her up my chest. I figured I'd roll her onto the bed.

Somehow, her hips ended lined up with mine, and she started moving against me. Those boy shorts, that didn't cover her pussy, were letting her wet heat hit me, and my resolve was failing fast.

I rolled with her, so she was under me now. Her hand went to my hair, and I grinned, knowing she was awake and just as interested as I was, thank heavens, but her eyes were still closed.

She whimpered out, "Please."

"What do you want, baby?"

"You," she moaned.

Her other hand was on her own breast, and I knew then for sure what she was asking for. Her shirt had worked its way up and made it easy for my hand to slip in. Her nipples were hard, and when my fingers grazed them, her hips moved, making me wish I was still lined up with her grinding. I kissed down her belly, my hand never leaving her breast.

She begged and moaned. My name fell from her lips and egged me on. My nose made it to her pussy, and I dug it in a little against her clit. Her hand that never left my hair was flexing, but not pulling me away. I used my free hand to push the cloth aside and gave her a good deep lick. She pressed her hips into my face more, and I took that as a go-ahead. I slipped the fingers I had been teasing her with inside of her, as my tongue attacked her clit. Her other hand was in my hair.

Her body shook, her legs pinning me for a moment, and then her hands yanked my hair up. I kissed her lips lightly, and she returned it. Her hips pressed against me like she was looking for more. My cock had made it out again, and it wanted in.

"Please," I begged in her ear and dropped my hips flush against her, so she would know what I was asking. "Please." I rubbed against her.

She moaned out yes, and I reached between us, not risking her changing her mind. I pushed the panties aside again and slid in all smooth-like. She was so wet and ready she swallowed me whole, her body gripping me. I pulled her knee up, so I could hit it right and grind against her clit at the same time. Her hand was in my hair, holding me to her neck, so I didn't try and move. As long as she was whimpering with pleasure, I knew I was doing good. I didn't have to see her face, and she kept saying my name, so I knew she didn't need to see mine.

I was gonna loose it soon, and I wanted her to like it. I wanted her to want to do this again with me. I ground harder against her and started kissing on her neck some more. "Please, baby, I can't hold out much longer," I begged in her ear. Her hand moved from my hair, and I moved down to her breast. I sucked that bitch just as hard as I was holding back. I heard her cry out, and her body fluttered around me. I came hard and deep. I let go of her leg, so I could reach up and kiss her, to thank her for giving me a try, but it just dropped.

I looked up to her face and then down to her leg again. Her eyes were closed, and now that we were done, she wasn't moving. Did she fall asleep like guys often did after sex? I was worried that I'd been mistaken, and she'd never woken up. I moved to my side of the bed to better assess the situation, but she just rolled away from me and let out a soft sigh. I could see my cum glistening on her thighs and knew I was in trouble. I ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I put my shorts back on and slipped under the covers like nothing had happened. I closed my eyes, and after what seemed like centuries, sleep finally came to me.

I woke on the verge of coming. My eyes popped open to see Bella's head on my stomach again, and her hot breath was teasing the shit out of my cock.

"Bella," I grabbed her shoulder. "Bella," I said again. I was gonna come in her face if she didn't stop that breathing.

"Hmm?"

"Please, Bella, you've got to stop breathing on me."

"Huh?" she asked. I knew she hadn't opened her eyes yet.

"Open your eyes, please."

She opened them and then pulled back, sliding up my chest, eyes fixed on the tent in my boxers.

"Lord have mercy, you breathing hot on me like that, I almost gave you an eyeful."

She sat up and looked over at me like she was confused for a moment, but then she just rolled back onto her side of the bed. That girl, I would never get her. I hopped in the shower, and when I came out, she was gone.