Dynamics


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:37 PM EST
To: J. Carlisle Cullen IV

Do we have an attorney on retainer? Don’t panic; I’m just curious.


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Miss you already
Date: September 9, 2009 10:39 PM EST
To: Isabella Swan

How am I supposed to get through four years like this?


From: J. Carlisle Cullen IV
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:42 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

Uh, this is never what you want to hear from your son on his first day at college. I’m probably going to regret asking this, but why do you want to know?


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:44 PM EST
To: J. Carlisle Cullen IV

Ha ha. You’re funny. Do we?


From: J. Carlisle Cullen IV
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:46 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

Answer the question, Edward.


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:47 PM EST
To: J. Carlisle Cullen IV

Let’s just say there’s more herbal refreshment in my closet right now than in the entire tea aisle of Wegman’s.


From: Isabella Swan
Subject: Re: Miss you already
Date: September 9, 2009 10:47 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

1. Obtain funnel.
2. Obtain beer.
3. Place funnel in mouth.
4. Dip head back.
5. Pour beer into funnel.
6. Repeat.


From: J. Carlisle Cullen IV
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:48 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

Have you sampled any of it?


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:49 PM EST
To: J. Carlisle Cullen IV

No. I just fear prison. And being anally raped. But mostly prison.


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Miss you already
Date: September 9, 2009 10:50 PM EST
To: Isabella Swan

I didn’t ask how you got through college. ;)


From: J. Carlisle Cullen IV
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:51 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

Yes, we have an attorney on retainer but he mostly deals with finances. I’m sure he could refer me to whatever kind of lawyer you need. NORML, perhaps? Really, just don’t get caught, don’t be stupid, and if you wind up in jail, just remember that the soap isn’t worth it.


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:55 PM EST
To: J. Carlisle Cullen IV

You aren’t funny. It was a serious question. So hypothetically, if I were to imbibe would that affect my ability to perform?


From: J. Carlisle Cullen IV
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 10:57 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

So here is a serious answer. College campuses are private property and the University has its own judicial system. They don’t want bad press, therefore real police are almost never involved. Public Safety isn’t going to send you to state prison. Worst case scenario is that they confiscate your weed and smoke it themselves when their shifts are over. That being said, why the hell would you smoke before going to class?


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 11:01 PM EST
To: J. Carlisle Cullen IV

I wouldn’t. I’m not talking about my academic performance. In health class, they told us that smoking that reduces one’s ability to maintain an erection.


From: J. Carlisle Cullen IV
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 11:07 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

LMAO. I knew we should have sent you to private school. By the way, are you asking me as your father or your friend?


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 11:10 PM EST
To: J. Carlisle Cullen IV

As my doctor.


From: J. Carlisle Cullen IV
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 11:14 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

Oh. Well, at your age, you should be fine, but I can’t advocate the use of illegal substances unless you have cancer or something. I love you.


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re: Question
Date: September 9, 2009 11:17 PM EST
To: J. Carlisle Cullen IV

I love you, too. Hug Mom goodnight for me.


From: Isabella Swan
Subject: Miss you already
Date: September 9, 2009 11:20 PM EST
To: Edward Cullen

Obviously. If you had, my answer would have involved knee pads. :-o


From: Edward Cullen
Subject: Miss you already
Date: September 9, 2009 11:21 PM EST
To: Isabella Swan

Is that supposed to be a blow-job emoticon? God, I love you. By the way, what are you doing still awake?


Two minutes after I clicked Send, my phone rang.

“Go to sleep, Bella.”

“Actually, I’m in bed now.”

I knew what that meant, but wanted her confirmation regardless.

“Does that mean you’re…”

“Naked? Yes.”

I glanced surreptitiously around the common room. Mike was doing something on his laptop and Tyler was reading. I went inside our bedroom and closed the door before sitting down at my desk chair.

“Describe for me how your boobs look.”

“Edward, you saw me naked three hours ago.”

“I know. I was hoping we could…well…you know.”

“Actually, I just want to go to sleep. I have to get up pretty early, you know.”

“Okay.”

I tried to hide my disappointment, but apparently was unsuccessful.

“Believe me. We’ll have plenty of opportunity to play on the phone on days when you didn’t just ejaculate into two of the three possible orifices of my body.”

Wait. Did that mean her ass was actually an option? If so, I knew what I wanted for her birthday.

“Okay,” I repeated, no longer feeling quite so dejected. “I love you. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, Edward.”

I put my phone on my desk and went to get my laptop from the other room. I had only a few days to pull Bella’s birthday party together, and figured Emmett was my best shot at making that happen. I sat on the futon and sent him an email asking if he and Rose were free Sunday morning for brunch. I spent the next hour before bed perusing the course catalogue, deciding which classes I wanted to take. I marveled at the idea that I would finally be able to study subjects I’d enjoy. If not for the physical distance between Bella and me and the fact my closet contained enough marijuana to stone the entire incoming freshman class, I’d think I found Utopia.

The rest of the week went by with surprising speed. Emmett and Rose were confirmed for Bella’s birthday brunch, and though she had made it clear she did not want me to buy her a gift, there was no way I was not going to give her a present. On the drive to her house Saturday night, I stopped at Walgreen’s and bought a plain red gift bow. Five minutes later, I was stood on her front porch and dialed her number.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she answered.

“Really?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“I told you I wouldn’t be calling until ten or so. I’m actually a little early.”

“I know, but I was anxious.”

“About your birthday?” I asked.

“No, just to hear your voice.”

“You hear me all the time. Birthdays, however, only happen once per year. Tomorrow is a big day, Bella.”

“And I’d like it to be a small day.”

“Your birthday is important, whether or not you care to acknowledge it as such. Besides, there must be something you’d like.”

“Nothing, actually.”

“I find that somewhat hard to believe, but you’re in luck regardless as I’ve decided to ignore your requests that I do nothing.”

“Lovely.”

She sounded more than a little annoyed, and for the first time I found myself second-guessing my plans. At this point, I had no choice but to go through with them.

“Been out on your front porch lately?”

Thirty-four seconds later, the front door flew open and out popped Bella, wearing a short robe with her hair flying everywhere. Once the shock wore off her face, she seemed excited to see me.

“Happy birthday,” I whispered, holding up the gift bow.

“Are you my present?”

“I couldn’t fit in a gift bag.”

She leapt into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. “I wanted you to come home.” She punctuated each sentence with kisses on my face and neck. “I needed to see you so badly. I just couldn’t bring myself to ask you.”

I cupped her face in my hands. “Good thing you’ll never have to.”

With Bella still straddling me, I walked inside her house and up the steps to her bedroom. She fell to her knees in front of me and opened my jeans.

“‘Lucky you,'” she read, pushing my jeans and boxers to the floor.

Yes, my jeans actually had that written next to the zipper on the fly. Before Bella and I became intimate, it seemed like a sick joke.

“I’m not sure why it says that there.”

When I felt her lips around my cock, I knew exactly why it said that there.

“Oh, god, Bella. I’m going to come. And I need to be inside you when I do.”

She stood up and flopped backward onto her bed, pulling me on top of her. My last coherent thought before losing myself in her was how good it felt to be home.

When we were both satisfied (if not fully sated), she spoke again.

“Lucky you.”

“Lucky me, indeed. You’re amazing. You know, Bella, my plans were to give you anything you wanted for your birthday. You’ve still somehow managed to make this all about me.”

“I’m having a great time.”

Sure you are. Sucking cock is loads of fun.

“I enjoy giving head,” she explained, as if she could read my mind.

“I can’t imagine why. I mean, I’m grateful that you do, because obviously I love how it feels. But it can’t be pleasant for you, me banging into your throat like that.”

She laughed. “Well, no, that aspect of it isn’t my favorite. But I do like the idea of taking some time to focus completely on you, on making you feel good. That I don’t get any immediate physical pleasure out of it doesn’t really matter. You do so much for me, Edward. And this is something I can do to reciprocate.”

I wondered what the forty-ish other guys she’d blown had done for her, realizing that she had no feelings for them. Giving something back could not have been her motivation in those instances.

“I know I’m not the first guy you’ve gone down on.”

“No, you weren’t.” She squirmed a little, as if the conversation made her a bit uncomfortable. “But you are the only one who’s mattered.”

“So…”

I didn’t know how to ask her why she would put a random cock in her mouth, but I didn’t want to offend her.

“Why did I do it?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Power,” she explained. “It was usually about power.”

“And that’s not still part of it?”

She shook her head.

“I wouldn’t mind if it were,” I countered.

“Except it’s not with you.”

I didn’t believe her, but moved on to another question regardless.

“How does it taste?”

“Your cock? Like any other body part, but slightly saltier.”

I shook my head.

“Oh.” She laughed. “That.”

“I can’t imagine semen tastes good.”

“You were never curious enough to taste your own?”

I nearly gagged at the thought.

“No.”

“It’s bitter, but I typically don’t taste it outside of a small amount in the very beginning. I usually have enough of your length in me that it just shoots down the back of my throat.”

I’d jerked off enough to know that my jizz was thick and lukewarm, and the combination had to be disgusting.

“You know I like the idea of swallowing, right? Mostly because it’s you. I get that you were trying to spare me that earlier, but there’s no need. I’ll take you in as many ways as I can get you.”

I slid my hand slid down her back to her butt, resting it between her cheeks. I gently tapped her asshole with my index finger.

“Would you take me in here?” I asked.

She nodded.

The mere thought made me hard again, but I downplayed my excitement.

“Do you enjoy that?”

“Honestly? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never done it.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“No, Edward. You seem surprised.”

“I thought we’d have to go way kinkier than that before we’d be able to explore new territory together,” I admitted. “I was fully expecting to have to wear a gimp suit.”

Bella laughed. “That’s hilarious. Seriously, though. You’re a smart boy. Think about this for a moment. Would you let a virtual stranger pound you in the ass?”

“No,” I answered immediately, my thoughts returning to the contents of my closet. I offered a silent prayer that I would never find out.

“I wouldn’t, either. You know I’ve only had one other relationship, and he had no interest in trying it. So no, I’ve never had any backdoor action.”

“Is anal sex really something you’d be willing to try?” I asked.

“I’d probably try anything with you, but not right now.” She squeezed my cock and smiled suggestively. “I have other plans for tonight.”

We made love until we were exhausted, and even then we couldn’t abide physical distance. I held Bella tightly against me, and though she rested her face against my chest and closed her eyes, I knew she wasn’t asleep. I looked over at the clock on her nightstand and saw it was after midnight. I smiled at the realization she’d now graced the earth for a quarter of a century.

“Bella?”

“Hmm?”

“Look at the time. You’re twenty-five.”

“And it feels exactly the same way as it did to be twenty-four.”

“You’re not at all introspective about this?”

“Should I be?”

“Isn’t everyone on a milestone birthday?”

She rolled her eyes. “Twenty-five is hardly a milestone.”

“It is a quarter of a century. That’s significant.”

“Sure it is. I think my car insurance rates go down now.”

“I’m serious, Bella. It’s kind of a big deal.”

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “You’re adorable. Truly. But no one cares about any of this shit once they turn twenty-one.”

“What, so the moment you could start legally hanging around in bars you no longer felt compelled to celebrate your life?”

“Pretty much, yes.” She yawned. “Look, I really don’t like to make a big deal out of it. I’d prefer it to be just like any other day, with the unfortunate addition of an awkward and obligatory five-minute phone call from my father and the inevitable disappointment when my mother forgets altogether.”

Seconds later, she was asleep. I kissed her forehead, and whispered a promise. Her next twenty-five years would be better.

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  1. on 09 Jan 2011 at 7:44 pmSea4Me

    Love that last sentence!

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  2. on 30 Jan 2011 at 9:42 pmJanice

    He is just too sweet

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