Little Laundry Girl

Our final twenty-four hours at the shore house were perfect beyond words. We went out on the beach to watch the fireworks before coming inside to create some of our own. Still, time was our perpetual enemy; before long we were packing up to drive home and I began stripping our bed.

“You don’t have to do that. We have someone that comes in once a week, even when we aren’t here.”

“The sheets wreak of sex. I don’t want your parents’ cleaning lady filling them in on how we spent the rest of our weekend,” I explained.

“They’re going to find out anyway. I’m fairly sure they didn’t expect us to sit around and play chess. Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t planning to tell my father.”



“I talk to my father about everything. I’m supposed to leave this out?”

“Um, yes, you are supposed to leave this out.”

“That’s more than a little unfair. I know you’re going to tell Alice and Rose.”

I was so not going to tell Alice, but I knew letting Edward in on that tidbit would not help me win this argument.

“I don’t typically discuss my sex life with uninvolved parties.”

Granted, that had changed recently when I met Rose, but still.

“I’m not going to sit my parents down and ask them for pointers, but when my father asks if we had sex this weekend—and he will ask—I’ll answer truthfully. I’ve never lied to him, and I’m not about to start now.”

I didn’t want to think about this right now. I couldn’t think about this right now. I bundled the sheets into my arms and went back to the original topic at hand.

“Okay, so we’ll just wash these, and  I’ll take care of the kitchen and our bathroom.” I handed Edward the sheets. “Why don’t you put these in the washer?”

He stared at me with a blank look on his face.

“You do have a washer and dryer here, right?”

“We do. It’s down the hall.”

“Okay,  throw these in.”

He continued to just stand there.


“I don’t know how to do that.”


“Laundry,” he explained. “I’ve never done it.”

Esme so didn’t seem like the type of woman who would still be washing her seventeen-year-old son’s clothing.

“Your mother still does it for you?”

Edward laughed. “No. Come to think of it, I doubt my mother knows how to laundry, either. Our housekeeper does it.”

I’d never really thought about how much money Edward’s family had, and I’m not sure why I was surprised. The signs were there; I’d just chosen not to read them. I knew their house in Haddonfield indicated some level of wealth, as did their vehicles and clothing. Alice shopped for Esme. Add the beach house to the mix, and I suddenly had a decent enough idea of the privilege with which Edward was raised. Still, it was no excuse for being completely unable to fend for oneself.

“What would you do if you needed to wash something and it was her day off?”

“Go to Nordstrom and buy a new one.”

It was good to be rich.

“Wait, that’s not exactly true. My father knows how to do laundry, I think. He’s just not very good at it.”

“Well, don’t you think you should learn how to do this before you go off to school? Do the residential colleges at Princeton have servants’ quarters, or were you planning on sending your dirty clothes home each weekend?”

He didn’t need to answer; his blush said it all.

I sighed. “Show me where the washer and dryer are, and I’ll show you how to use them.”

He paid very close attention as I explained which articles were washed and dried on which settings. When it was time to dry the sheets, he moved them from the washer to the dryer and selected the appropriate setting. He seemed amazed when half an hour later, he took them out and they were the same size they’d been when he put them in.

We drove home with the top down and Edward’s iPod playing, our hands linked on my lap, breaking contact only when Edward needed to switch gears. I was dreading going home. Even though the past four days had shown me just how well Edward and I could work as a couple, it still wasn’t real life. We were completely alone, away from anyone who knew us and would judge us. It wouldn’t be so easy when were back in our usual surroundings.

I felt an overwhelming sense of dread as Edward pulled into my driveway. I knew he would be going home to his parents’ house, and I hated the thought of sleeping without him. He came inside with me, carrying my bag up to my room while I went around the house and turned on the AC units.

He lingered in my living room after coming back downstairs.

“I wish I could stay,” he said. “I don’t want to sleep without you.”

“I know.”

He leaned down and kissed me, holding me tightly against him.

“Once more for the road?”

He didn’t answer; he just picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Moments later, our clothing was gone and he was lying his back with me on top of him. I reached into my night stand for a condom.

He looked confused. “Worried all of a sudden?”

“No. I just want to try something. Do you mind?”

He shook his head.

I grasped his length in my hand and pumped up and down a few times, before unwrapping the condom and rolling it on him. I settled myself onto him, taking him fully inside me. I bounced up and down a few times, watching Edward. He didn’t look like he was close. I reached down to where we were joined and began to touch myself as I rode him.

Edward’s eyes widened and he began to meet me halfway with his hips.

“Make yourself come,” he whispered, panting.

I brought myself to orgasm with Edward still inside me. He rolled me onto my back and found his own release moments later.

“Was it okay?” I asked when he appeared capable of thought. “With the condom, I mean.”

“Well, I couldn’t feel as much, though I think in this context it may have helped. Watching you touch yourself was most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. And then to be inside you when you came. That felt amazing,” he said, blushing.

I placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. “I want to keep you here with me, but I know you should get home.” It pained me to say it.

“I know.” He sighed and got out bed.

As he got dressed, I threw on a t-shirt from my top drawer.

“‘We survived prohibition,'” he read. “Did they?”

I looked down to see which shirt I was wearing. “Yes, they did. McGillin’s is the oldest pub in town. We hang out there a lot. On Wednesdays and Fridays they have karaoke. Jazz sings a lot, but he’s actually quite good. The rest of our group, not so much. Once Emmett got trashed and sang Air Supply. Rose is always threatening to put the video on YouTube.”

Edward laughed. “I don’t know what Air Supply is, but I’m not sure I want to.”

“Very bad 80s music. He’d found it on her iPod and wouldn’t let her live it down.”

“Too funny. I’d love to go with you sometime.”

That was more that a little hard logistically; not only was there the Alice issue, they carded at the door most nights. After the alcohol debacle from last night, I knew I had to tread very carefully.

“Maybe we can figure something out,” I lied.

He smiled, and I walked him to the door.

“Want to come to dinner at my house on Friday? My parents would love to see you, and they both have Friday afternoons off.”

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I’ll call you later to say good night.” He placed a quick peck on my lips and was gone.

I closed the door behind him and slowly turned around to face my living room. My home suddenly felt so empty. I was going to face reality, but not without a lager. I grabbed a bottle of lager from the fridge, retrieved my iPhone from my bag and finally listened to the voice mail from Alice before calling her back.

Rose had truly saved my ass. Alice never once questioned where I’d been the past four days. She’d simply said that she’d missed me and couldn’t believe she’d forgotten that I would be away all weekend. I did feel somewhat bad about waiting so long to get back in touch with her, but I knew that if I called her from the beach house, Edward would have insisted on talking to her, and I wasn’t ready to deal with the drama that would likely ensue.

I was not intentionally hiding Edward from Alice. I knew that if he was going to be a permanent part of my life, I was going to have to tell her about him eventually. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t cast aside my serious reservations that my relationship with Edward would extend beyond this summer.

Edward loved me. I didn’t doubt that. I also was painfully aware that I was the first female to show him any attention. I had to question how he’d feel about me when he was finally presented with other options. Most people who were outcasts in high school find their social niches in college. Surrounded by others who shared his intellect, he would flourish and feel much less socially awkward with his peers. College girls will flock to him.

I would risk my friendship with Alice to be with Edward, but only if I was fairly sure I wasn’t potentially alienating my best friend only for Edward to dump me a month later for some nineteen-year-old college skank. At the moment, it was all too much to process. I was just going to have to find a way to balance it all until I could decide what I was going to do.

For now, though, I missed my best friend. Soon I was curled up on my sofa for a lengthy phone conversation with a surprisingly non-wedding obsessed Alice. I enjoyed every minute of it.

Well, almost every minute of it.

“What are you up to the rest of the week?” she asked. “I’m free Friday. We should all go to McGillin’s. It’s been a while.”

I decided to keep this as close to the truth as possible so that I would be able to keep my story straight if it were to come up again later.

“Sorry, that doesn’t work for me. I have dinner plans.”

“Those kind of plans?” She sounded excited for me.

“No, not like that. Esme Masen and her husband Carlisle invited me over for dinner.”

“Is it awful that I’m kind of jealous? I heart her. How do you know her again? You know, her office is right by where you live.” She paused. “Oh my god, is she your shrink?”


“You can totally tell me if you’ve been seeing her that way. I won’t judge. I actually think it would be really good for you. You’ve been through a lot, whether you like to acknowledge it or not. The whole serial one night stand thing you’ve been doing for the past few years just proves how much James’ disappearing act still affects you. Please don’t take this the wrong way; I don’t mean to belittle how infinitely shitty that whole situation was. Had it been me, I don’t think I could have gotten through it. I don’t begrudge you your survival mechanisms, but maybe if you talked to someone about it all, you’d be able to focus on more than just surviving.”

“For the last time, Esme is not my shrink.”

She sighed. “Okay, but think about what I said, will you? I want you to be happy, and I’m afraid you won’t ever be unless you confront your insecurities. There may be some women who prefer to be alone, but I don’t think you’re one of them. Talking to someone who can help wouldn’t be the worst thing. Speaking of people who need professional help, oh my god, you won’t believe the drama. Wait til you hear this.”

She went off on an hour long tangent about Jasper’s sister Charlotte, granting me reprieve from her amateur psychoanalysis. Though Alice had a point when she said that talking about my issues would most likely be good for me, I didn’t need to a pay a professional for that; I had Edward.

I sighed contentedly.

I had Edward, and he’d made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere.

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  1. on 24 Aug 2010 at 7:43 pmchansen

    I just don’t know about this. Edward is not, cannot be her “professional help”. Though it is good that Bella can talk to him and feels so much for him, she seems to have serious doubts, doubts that this will last, doubts that Edward won’t throw her over for a college girl. This worries me. Is Bella just doubting herself, or is she sabatouging them?


    Colleen reply:

    Have you read Counterpoint?


  2. on 29 Aug 2010 at 2:44 amizziey

    should i read counterpoint as i’m reading art after five, or wait until i’m done? i already started some little girls so…
    i love rose’s suggestion!


  3. on 09 Sep 2010 at 6:28 pmAnnichka

    An interesting dichotomy with Bella being just as insecure with Edward as he was with her. I would be scared as hell of her realistic chances for having a long future with him given his lack of experience otherwise.


    Colleen reply:

    And she is, but there’s more feeding into it than that.


  4. on 29 Sep 2010 at 8:02 pmlisa89

    Haha, oh my God, I can’t believe Edward doesn’t know how to do laundry. That’s wicked. I was a bit surprised, seeing as how he’s so intelligent and blah blah blah, but I guess, when would he have ever needed to do it? So that makes sense.


  5. on 12 Nov 2010 at 8:40 amkng1986

    Alice is right about Bella talking to a therapist. It’s always good to have an ear to listen to your troubles but if you want to work through past issues, you need a professional.


  6. on 25 Nov 2010 at 2:15 pmBooksgalore/Bookishqua

    Love the dramatic irony with Alice.


  7. on 09 Dec 2010 at 12:19 amNKubie

    Why do I have a bad feeling about that last comment?


  8. on 29 Dec 2010 at 7:38 amFancastride

    I think Bella has a lot to talk about. Edward must have issues about their relationship. After all he is really young.


  9. on 04 Jan 2011 at 8:00 amSea4Me

    Until college…she really needs to talk about that elephant, even though Edward doesn’t see it as such. And, God Bless Eagerward!