Mad Girl


When I woke, my first thought was that I wanted to stay in Edward’s bed forever. Then I rolled over and realized I was alone. I glanced over at the clock on Edward’s nightstand. It was after ten. I’d certainly slept late enough. I started to climb out of bed then Edward appeared in the doorway.

“Good morning. I have something for you. Stay right where you are.”

I settled myself back against the pillows. “This makes me nervous.”

“You should be,” he said from out in the hallway. “You should be very afraid.” He appeared holding a tray table which he gently placed across my lap. “Breakfast is served.”

“Impressive, Cullen. Did you make all this yourself?” I glanced over the contents of the tray. There was coffee, freshly-squeezed orange juice, toast and a bacon and Swiss omelet all artfully laid out on bone china. A small crystal bud vase holding an orange rose and a perfectly pressed linen napkin completed the spread.

“I did indeed.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you trying to get lucky?”

“What makes you think I have an ulterior motive? I could have simply wanted to surprise the woman I love with a meal I prepared for her.”

“Thank you. This was very sweet of you.” I placed the napkin on my lap and took a bite of the omelet. “And very tasty.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I was worried I overcooked the eggs.”

“No, they’re perfect.”

We continued to talk while I ate. Occasionally, he’d feed me tiny bites of toast and his fingers would touch my mouth. When I finished my breakfast I thanked him again. He moved the tray on to the floor but I held onto my cup of coffee.

“Of course,” he said, “I wouldn’t mind at all if you were so completely overwhelmed with gratitude you felt compelled to take off your shirt.”

I laughed. “So all this…” I gestured toward the empty tray. “…was actually about these,” I said, pointing to my breasts.

“It usually is.”

“Are we alone?”

“Both of my parents are at work.”

“What about your housekeeper?”

“She’s off today.”

“Okay.” I placed the china cup on his nightstand and lifted my shirt up over my head. I picked the cup back up and continued sipping the coffee in Edward’s bed wearing just my panties.

Edward licked his lips.

“Why do I get the feeling that that had nothing to do with breakfast?”

He blushed, but that didn’t stop him from leaning over and squeezing one of my nipples. “I feel terrible for wanting your body so badly, but I can’t help it. I have so many fantasies that involve taking you here in my bed.” He took the nipples into his mouth.

Gasping,  I put the cup down.

“Are you sure we’re alone?” I asked, trailing my hands from his hair to the hem of his shirt.

“Completely.”

I pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his pant over his hips.  I squeezed his erection as his tongue entered my mouth. Soon his hands settled on my hips and pulled my panties down over my bottom. He rose from the bed, kicked his underwear the rest of the way off, and pulled me to my feet in front of him. The next thing I knew, I was bent over the bed,  and he was entering me from behind. His arms circled my waist, holding my ass against him as he thrust.

“Oh, Edward, yes!” I moaned, loving the feel of him from this angle.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

My earlobe was between his teeth, and his movements became frantic.

With a loud moan, he found his release. We fell onto the bed, into a heap of sweaty skin and heaving chests.

“That was exactly what I needed,” I said.

Palming my breasts, he smiled.  “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

“You made another omelet? Because I was totally referring to food.”

“Is that so?” he asked, tickling me under my arms.

We wrestled on his bed —touching and teasing—until eventually, he was on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. As he placed a slow, deep kiss on my mouth,  his cock hardened between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and took him inside me. He kept his thrusts shallow and his pace slow, creating just the right amount of friction. When he started to shift his hips as he withdrew, I knew it would be a matter of seconds before I was undone. I bit his shoulder, yelling as my orgasm overtook me.

He rolled onto his side and pulled me into his arms.

“You’re shivering,” he said, pulling the comforter over us.

“I’m not cold.”

“But you’re shaking. Are you alright?”

“Oh, yes.”

He smiled. “Was it good?”

“It was amazing. I’d never come from sex before. I mean, just actual penetration. I mean, I have, but usually only with direct clit play. Do you know what I mean?” I was stuttering, stumbling over my words, still not really capable of speech.

He shook his head.

“Intercourse, Edward. I mean intercourse.”

“What about it?”

“I’d never come from just intercourse.”

“Until now?” he asked.

“Until now.”

He was beaming. “And I did that for you.”

I put my fingers in his hair. “Yes, you did.”

I glanced at the clock; it was almost one.

“I should be getting home. I don’t have anything over here to change into besides yesterday’s clothing, and I’ve been hiding out over here long enough.”

“Okay. After I clear the dishes,  I’ll drive you home.”

A half-hour later, we were in my driveway.

“I’ll stay if you want.”

“No. It’s fine. Really. I know you have things to do to today, and we’d just be postponing the inevitable. Besides, things aren’t all that different today than they were yesterday. Alice and I hadn’t been as close as we used to be since she became wedding-obsessed. Not hearing from her simply means I’m missing a long-winded discussion regarding the difference between azure and periwinkle. I just wish…”

“What?”

“I just wish you had a chance to know who she was before all this. She was always a little too caught up in appearances, but a lot of that is just how she was raised. She can be so much fun. She’s neurotic and obsessive, and she would do anything for a friend. When I was pregnant…” My voice broke and I paused, swallowing hard before I continued. “When I was pregnant, she never  judged me. She said the only difference between her and me was luck. I know that was a different situation, that when she found out about us she’d need some convincing, but I never expected it would go like this.”

He reached over and hugged me. “It’s going to be okay. She could come around.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure I want her to. The more I think about it— the more I replay her exact words in my head— the less certain I am I could forgive her. I’m not even sure I want to.”

“And you know what? That’s okay, too.” He placed a quick kiss on my mouth. “You’ll call me if you need me, right?”

“Yes,” I said, getting out of the car.

After watching  him back out of the driveway,   I went inside my house. Two minutes later, I heard the doorbell. I couldn’t help but laugh—though the boy had a key and let himself in almost every morning, he still couldn’t do so while I was awake. I was still giggle when I opened the door.

“Forget something?”

“Many things, apparently.” Alice’s quiet voice betrayed no emotion. “May I come in?”

I silently pushed the door open wide enough for her to step into my living room. She came inside and stood nervously in front of the piano. I pulled the door closed but continued to stand in front of it.

“Bella, I–”

“Don’t. There’s nothing you can say to me today that will undo what you said to me yesterday.”

“But if I explained a little–”

“I don’t want you to explain. Look, I’m through here. Really. I’ll do the wedding because it’s a few weeks away, but that’s it. You know,  for most of the drive home last night I tried to think of ways to prove  that you’re wrong about me—that nothing about my relationship with Edward is what you think. I thought if I could just convince you I struggled with this, and that the connection we have is more powerful than age and time, you’d come to accept us. But I shouldn’t have to cheapen my relationship with Edward by justifying it to you —or anyone, for that matter. If you loved me as much as you claim you do, you’d trust my judgment.” I opened the door. “I’ll see you on your wedding day, Alice. I’ll be at the church in time to walk you down the aisle, and I’ll stay at the reception long enough to watch you cut the cake. After that, we’re done.”

I nodded toward the door; she stepped over the threshold and onto the porch.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

After I closed the door behind her, I leaned against it, sliding slowly onto the cool hardwood floor.  I wished I cared enough to cry.





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  1. on 24 Aug 2010 at 9:31 pmchansen

    Oh! Shouldn’t Bella have talked to Alice? Maybe she really had something to say> Can’t help thinking the other shoe is going to fall…
    Great story, geat writing, so glad I found it after it disappeared from my not read yet list.

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  2. on 29 Aug 2010 at 3:06 amizziey

    wow, i don’t know why i didn’t see that coming, but i didn’t. at all.

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  3. on 30 Sep 2010 at 6:11 amlisa89

    I think this last encounter with Alice shows how weak their relationship must have been from the start – from the roots of it. At least, that’s the impression I get. I mean, Alice didn’t even fight for Bella, in the platonic sense of it. And Bella just let her go. A whole friendship gone because of this. I suppose it’s also a testament to how much Edward means to Bella. Anyway, still loving the story, of course. I wish I could read more, but I have to get to class. Boo.

    Oh, and when I first came solely from intercourse (and by intercourse I mean my toy), I was so proud of myself, hahaha. Good on Bella.

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  4. on 25 Nov 2010 at 3:27 pmBooksgalore/Bookishqua

    Hell hath no fury than a best friend scorned.
    :)
    Books

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  5. on 09 Dec 2010 at 1:38 amNKubie

    I too am so glad I found you story after it had disappeared before I could read it. Wow! The fight with Alice, just wow! I hut for their loss. Btw, I love that Edward is the one that always blushes.

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  6. on 29 Dec 2010 at 7:04 pmFancastride

    They have to make up.

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  7. on 04 Jan 2011 at 7:49 pmSea4Me

    Yikes! I don’t blame her, but I think I’d want to hear something from A… And I don’t know if either of them should want B to be a bmaid after this. Time will tell, I s’pose.

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  8. on 17 Mar 2011 at 12:23 amNHJO100

    Oh go Bella…..at first I thought she was a bit harsh, but Alice deserved that in the end……I love how Edward and Esme cared for Bella through this chap. Lovely.

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