Landscape with Nude Woman Seen from the Back


“How did you manage to get rid of Tyler for the night?” I asked as we made our way upstairs to his room.

As a sophomore, Edward now lived in a quad consisting of two bedrooms linked by a common area. He shared a room with Tyler, while Mike and a guy named Mark whom I’d not yet met shared the other bedroom.

“Tyler is getting a double single for the rest of the year. He was more than happy to accommodate me for one night. Besides, his girlfriend and her roommate have a hot tub in their common area.”

“What?”

“A hot tub. You know, the portable kind. They have it set up in their room. When Public Safety does code checks, they throw a blanket over it and some pillows and make it look like one of those stupid circular beds.”

“And Public Safety never thought it was at all odd that someone brought a round bed to their college dormitory?”

Edward shrugged. “This is Princeton. People have brought man servants. A little superfluous furniture will hardly register on the radar.”

“Damn,” I muttered in disbelief. “I remember bringing a laptop and a flip ‘n fuck, and a set of extra long twin sheets. I can honestly say setting up a jacuzzi in my room never once crossed my mind.”

“I’m not surprised. It wouldn’t cross most people’s. What the hell is a flip ‘n fuck?”

“You know, those chairs you unfold and can sleep on, except no one ever used them for sleeping.”

“Interesting.” He pushed open the door to his dorm room and gestured me inside. “After you.”

Once in his bedroom, he took off his jacket and sat on the edge of desk. Slightly rumpled and in most of a tuxedo, he was sexy beyond description.

He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at me. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I placed my clutch on his dresser. “Oh, you mean because your ex-girlfriend cornered me in the ladies’ room?”

He nodded.

“It was fine. I am, however, slightly annoyed you didn’t tell me she would be there. I did specifically ask you.”

“You asked if you would know anyone there besides me. You don’t know Kate.”

“I do now.” I could hardly contain the sarcasm in my voice. I stepped out of one shoe and then the other, and placed them next to my bag before adding without emotion, “She loves you.”

“I know.”

“I just wish you’d talk to me. When we first met, you were so open. You trusted me with everything. I know I shattered that, but if I haven’t earned it back by now, I’m not sure I ever will.” I lifted my dress and knelt on the floor between his knees, placing one hand on each of his thighs. “Tell me.”

“What? What do you want to know?”

“All of it, starting with Thanksgiving.”

“Why?” He lay his hands on top of mine. “Why does it matter?”

“I can’t take responsibility for the consequences of my actions if I have no idea what they are.”

“The therapy rhetoric is cute, but unnecessary. I’ve forgiven you. Forgive yourself.”

“How?” I wailed. “That’s like waltzing into confession and telling your priest. ‘I did a very bad thing, but I don’t have a fucking clue what it was.’ How is he supposed to suggest your penance?”

“He’d start with a sincere act of contrition for saying the word ‘fuck’ in a church.”

I pushed myself onto my feet and turned away, groaning in frustration, before spinning to face him.

“God, you’re worse than I was.”

“I just don’t like to talk about it.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t even like to think about it.” When he opened his eyes, they bore into mine. “You really want to know?”

I nodded.

He sighed in resignation. “Once I accepted that you were gone from my life, I more or less shut down. I don’t remember much. When I came back to campus after Christmas, I started seeing a counselor at my parents’ insistence, but you knew that.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Huh. I thought I’d told you that. Anyway, I was pretty much in limbo until I saw you at David’s bris.”

I moved toward him and knelt between his legs again, resting my head against his knee. He stroked my hair as he continued speaking.

“I met Kate shortly after that. She absolutely refused to let me wallow. I raged against the idea of becoming romantically involved with her at first, and sent her one mixed signal after another. She must have sensed the reason for my reluctance, because one day she said to me that if we didn’t work as a couple, she wasn’t going to just vanish on me. She was my friend first, and nothing would change that. Her declaration of platonic devotion somehow shifted our dynamic, and we just sort of fell into being a couple. The rest you know.”

“Kate said all of your friends were  worried about you.”

His hand stopped moving, and I felt him sigh. “If I had a friend who looked and acted the way I did back then, I’d worry about him, too.” He paused and and moved his hand to my shoulder. “Look at me Bella.”

I lifted my head off his leg and stared into his face.

“I haven’t gone into detail because I know some of it will be hard for you to hear. I wanted to spare you–”

“Don’t. Once upon a time, I made decisions that I thought were for your own good without consulting you. Look where that got us.”

“Here. It got us here.” He put his hands under my arms and gently lifted me so he could press his lips to mine.

His first kiss was gentle, loving, and chaste. The second one caused my insides to combust, and I found myself gripping his shirt in a pathetic attempt to pull him closer to me.

He rose from the edge of the desk and brought me to my feet in front of him. His tongue rubbed against mine as his fingers lowered the zipper of my dress. I stepped out of my dress and draped it over his desk chair. I stood in front of him wearing only my strapless bra and a thong.

He leaned against the edge of the desk. “Let your hair down.”

My hands pulled the pins out of my chignon one at a time, and placed them on the top of his dresser. I shook my hair out with my fingers, and it fell around my shoulders in loose waves. The only thing more obvious to me than the lust in his eyes was the bulge in his pants. I looked at him and smiled.

Without taking his eyes off mine, he stripped out of his tuxedo. As he pulled me into his arms, his skin was hot against mine. The next thing I knew, my palms rested against the wall as Edward stood behind me and unclasped my bra. He cupped my breasts in his hands as he kissed my ear and my neck while grinding his erection into my backside.

He lowered my thong over my hips, but my wide stance kept it from falling to the floor. One of his hands reached between my thighs, stroking and teasing, while the other continued stimulating my nipple.

His breath was hot against my neck as he whispered, “Now where is that bottle you mentioned?”

“In my evening bag.”

He turned me around so I could see him. “You brought it to the formal with you?”

I nodded. “In case you wanted to…you know…between courses.”

“God, I love you.”

He cupped my face and placed a quick kiss on my lips, before retrieving the bottle from his dresser. He flipped the cap and squeezed a glob into the palm of his hand, before turning me around to face the wall the again. His fingers went back to work between my legs, and before I knew it, I was very close. Without altering the rhythm of his touch in the usual places, he slid one of his slick fingers into my bottom, and I came undone.

He spun me around and held me against him, running his hands across my back as my breathing returned to normal. Even in my post-orgasmic haze, I was acutely aware of his hardness pressing into my stomach. I turned so that my back faced him and leaned over his desk.

I could hear his breath deepen, and I looked over my shoulder at him. “So, what are you waiting for?”

He grabbed the bottle of lube off his dresser and generously spread some between my cheeks before also coating his erection with it. I rested my elbows on his desk and braced myself. His hand stroked my clit as I felt him slowly push his head inside my ass. It felt kind of nice.

Whoa.

He kept going.

Fuck.

Breathe, Bella. Your body will adapt. After all, Rose told you it would hurt at first.

Shit.

Ow.

Okay, it hurt.

OW.

He was fully inside me.

OUCH.

“Ugh,” I groaned.

“Oh, baby. It’s so tight.”

Holy mother of anal fuck.

Of course, he would think I was tight. That’s probably how ripping someone in two feels from the other end.

“So…fucking…tight.”

You said that already, and I still hurt like hell.

He started pulling out, and the sensation was remarkably like…well…moving my bowels.

Did women actually enjoy this?

He pressed back inside me, and it still hurt. A lot. I decided I’d had enough experimenting for one night.

“Edward?”

“Oh, Bella. God, I’m going to come.”

“How close are you?” Though I was in agony, I could live through a few more seconds so he could orgasm.

He grunted and pulled out, and I felt him release onto my back before collapsing against me.

I was never so happy for a sexual experience to be over.

“Thank you,” he whispered into my neck.

Well, at least he was expressing gratitude.

“Can I get cleaned up?” I asked. “I feel kind of gross.”

“Sure. I’m sorry. I’ll walk you to the bathroom.”

“Actually, I have baby wipes in my bag. That’s fine for now. Excuse me.” I pushed passed him and retrieved the wipes from my suitcase.

“Are you okay?”

I tossed him a wipe.  “I’m fine now that we’re done.”

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, suddenly panicked.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. You should have told me. I would have stopped.”

“It was important to you.” I shrugged.

“Not more important than your feelings. When did it start to hurt?”

“Um, pretty much from the very beginning.”

“And you let me keep going?” He almost seemed angry. “What the hell was it? Some sort of sick act of contrition for hurting me? You hurt me, so I hurt you back and now we’re even? Is that what you were thinking?”

“Not consciously.”

“Bella, this needs to stop. You can’t take it back. And you know what? I don’t want you to. There. I said it. Now can we please move on?”

“How can you mean that? You spent months walking around in a heartbroken haze and wound up in therapy.”

“Yes, I did. It’s in the past.” He waved his arms in frustration. “This is exactly why I didn’t want you to know. I expected you to feel like shit and launch headfirst into your trademark self-deprecation, but I never thought you would use anal sex to flagellate yourself. Yes, those months were awful for me, but I would go through that time again in a heartbeat because we both needed them to grow the fuck up.”

I stared at floor, hating that no matter where we started, we always seemed to end up here.

“Look at me, Bella.”

I raised my eyes to find him kneeling in front of me.

“I want you.” He reached out and took my hands. “I love you.”

He gave a gentle tug, and I fell into his arms. He hugged me tightly, stroking my hair. Eventually, he picked me up and sat on his desk chair, pulling me into his lap. We sat in silence for quite a bit of time.

“What do you want to know?” he asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me Kate would be here?”

He sighed. “It honestly didn’t occur to me that you would want advanced warning. I had no idea that she would seek you out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you two were still friends?”

“I did tell you that, when you and I began speaking again. I didn’t think you needed status updates.”

“Are you still in therapy?”

“Yes. I had stopped for a bit, and began going again after Dad died.”

I silently considered his answers.

“Will you answer something for me now? Because I feel like complete and utter shit.”

I nodded.

“How much did I hurt you earlier?”

“Honestly, a bit. I was about to tell you to stop, but then you said you were coming, and I figured I might as well let you finish. I can’t believe some women are into that. Rose was talking like it was the greatest thing ever.”

Edward snorted.

“What?”

“Rose is hardly most women as far as those things are concerned.”

I shifted in his lap. “How would you know?”

“I walked in on her giving Emmett a blow job roughly eight hours after David was born.”

“No way! In the hospital room?”

“Yes.”

“The things we don’t know about our friends.”

“More like the things we wish we could forget.” He hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I’m not just talking about the anal fail.”

I closed my eyes and nodded. “I know.”

I pulled his face towards mine and pressed my mouth against his. What began as a simple gesture of acceptance grew into an intense expression of passion. The next thing I knew, I felt him harden beneath me.

“Make love to me,” I whispered.

He was only too happy to comply.

I spent the night with him, by choice, on the top bunk of his extra long twin bed, grateful to be with him and not feeling at all out of place on his campus as long as I was at his side. How I got there didn’t matter.





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  1. on 17 Feb 2010 at 7:03 pmAzucena

    how i miss AA5, wow Kate just wow, does that girl exists?

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  2. on 21 Feb 2010 at 8:34 pmSasha

    I just love this story!
    Sad you had to pull it, but I totally understand.
    Thank you for Counterpoint!

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  3. on 22 Feb 2010 at 6:42 pmAzucena

    Can we find out if Kate finds someone amazing? some drug addict does not gives her justice.

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  4. on 28 Aug 2010 at 1:27 pmSuccubus

    Anal fail needs to replace the fail whale on twitter…that would be a great graphic…

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  5. on 01 Oct 2010 at 4:11 pmlisa89

    Anal sex just isn’t for everyone, and that’s super cool that you didn’t give us another of the anal fic cliches. Thanks for that. And I really enjoy reading about them continuing to work through their issues. :)

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  6. on 13 Nov 2010 at 2:40 amkng1986

    I guess it’s not for everyone. At least he had the experience.

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  7. on 06 Jan 2011 at 10:17 pmSea4Me

    Sheesh, I’m glad he stopped yelling at her about that. And I’m glad that u don’t make the backdoor sound like the be-all END-all…

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  8. on 18 Mar 2011 at 4:14 amNHJO100

    Great chap, these two are definitely still learning, but they are getting there. I loved how you REALISTICALLY portrayed the anal sex. It is most definitely not for everyone and in my opinion almost always very glamorized. Al little anal play can be great fun, but the actual deed….yikes. Love this story so much. You have done such an excellent job here. Very very beautiful.

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