The tent under which I woke up Sunday morning seemed to indicate that either the previous evening in Bella’s bedroom had not been a dream, or that for some reason unbeknownst to me I was on a wilderness weekend. A quick glance around my bedroom indicated that I was in fact home, and I began to accept that the events of last night had actually happened.
I’d seen Bella naked.
Well, not entirely naked, but still. She’d taken off her dress and my shirt. I’d seen, touched, and tasted her boobies before I decided to stick with my original plan and be a gentleman. Consequently, if my balls got any bluer, I would have to tattoo them with the numbers two and ten. More frustrated than I’d ever thought possible, I made my way to the bathroom and started running the water.
I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror before I hopped into the warm stream of the shower. As I studied my reflection, it occurred to me that Bella’s nipples were different from mine. When I touched hers, they’d hardened and darkened slightly. I ran my fingers over my chest. My nipples had no response whatsoever outside of a reminder that they were slightly ticklish. I shifted my focus to my erection. Three pumps coupled with the memory of how Bella’s bare breasts had rubbed against my chest made me come almost instantly. I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, mentally prepared for part two of the Spanish Inquisition.
“Good morning, Edward.”
I walked over to my mother and kissed her on the cheek.
“Your father said things went well last night.”
“Bella seemed to have a nice time. She can be hard to read at times. Where is Dad, by the way?”
“He ran out to get a few odds and ends for dinner. He’d mentioned you invited Bella, so I wanted to tweak the menu a bit.”
Maybe my dad decided to talk with my mother about Bella on my behalf after all.
“What else did he tell you?” I asked.
“Just that she’s older, and you’d fill me in on everything when you woke up.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief, grateful for my father’s intervention. He must have changed his mind at some point this morning. I wasn’t looking forward to having the conversation with my mother about Bella, not because I thought she wouldn’t approve but because it was just…awkward.
“She loved the orchestra. It was her favorite piano concerto, so that worked well. Bella is very into food and cooking, and was also very impressed with the restaurant.”
My mother smiled. “See? You were nervous for nothing. I’m glad it worked out. I’m looking forward to meeting her. She must have really worn you out, because I don’t think you’ve ever slept past noon.”
I looked at her confusedly. “Huh?”
“You were out fairly late. I waited up until around midnight, but I gave up. I was just too exhausted.”
“Oh. Yeah. I lost track of time. I find her surprisingly easy to talk to. I know it should not be like this. Bella and I are in such different places because of our ages, yet I’m extremely comfortable with her. My quirks that would make most girls my age think I was a freak, seem to make Bella like me more. It’s nice to relax and still feel accepted.”
“Of course, it is. This is what you can expect to find at college. ”
“Thanks, Mom. I told Bella I’d pick her up at three. I really should get going.”
The only feeling more amazing than driving to Bella’s house with the top of the Volvo down, was the sight that greeted me when I pulled into her driveway. She was leaning out of her front porch smiling at me in a strapless dress that emphasized her tiny waist before floating over her hips and fell to her knees.
I needed to touch her.
I took all three of her front steps in one stride, and pulled her against me. She gasped slightly as my tongue found hers. I ran my hands up the sides of her breasts before they settled against her cheeks and held her face against mine. She stumbled as if she was losing her balance before widening her stance. I couldn’t figure out if my kiss was making her dizzy or if she was just plain clumsy. I pressed my body against hers, amazed at how well we fit together.
I finally broke our kiss when I was no longer able to breathe. I rested my hands on her hips, and she smiled up at me.
“Is that your standard greeting?” she asked.
“Do you want it to be?”
She sighed. “Edward, do I have to?”
“You never have to do anything with me, Bella. But it did seem like you kind of enjoyed it.”
“No, I mean dinner. Are you really expecting me to meet your parents?”
“You’re acting like I’m sending you to your own execution.” I rubbed her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down, not realizing that the feel of her skin against my hands would make my cock stand up.
I shook my head. “It’s not going to be bad, Bella. You’ve already met my father, and my mother wants to meet you.”
“Yeah, probably just so she can accurately design the effigy she’s planning to burn of the harlot who is going to deflower her baby boy.”
I smirked. “Presumptuous much?”
My cock may have saluted her smile, but the rest of me was very uncomfortable. She seemed more enamored of the idea having sex with me than she was with the prospect of getting to know me. Since she had no reason whatsoever to believe I would be good in bed, her enthusiasm would only make sense if she had a virgin fetish. Lots of men get off on going where no man has before. There had to be women who also found this exciting.
I was suddenly panicked. What if Bella got off on seducing sexually inexperienced men, then cruelly tossed them aside once they began to demonstrate proficiency in the bedroom? She’d be a contemporary succubus, one who steals a man’s virtue in lieu of his soul. Would that change how I felt about her? Although at this point I was fairly sure I’d pursue her regardless, I still wanted to understand her motivation.
“What makes you so sure I haven’t already been deflowered?”
She looked perplexed. “Have you been?”
“Does it matter?”
“No. But I am curious.”
She seemed genuine enough. Maybe she just wanted to know from a safety standpoint. I had every intention of asking her about her history before we became intimate.
Still a bit nervous, I whispered my answer. “No.”
“Is that ‘no’ meaning you haven’t been deflowered or ‘no’ you aren’t a virgin?”
I turned away from her and muttered something stupid.
“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin, Edward.” She pulled me back to face her.
It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable with my inexperience, and I didn’t feel defective. My situation at school was largely of my own making, but I saw how girls who didn’t know me looked at me. I knew my intellect may scream freak, but my body screamed fuck. The physique I’d built to deter bullies from making me the object of their pranks also ironically objectified me to their skanks. I could have gotten laid, even before Bella offered me her body last night. Though meaningless sex held no appeal to me, had I partaken of it maybe I wouldn’t be so terrified of the tiny woman before me. I wasn’t sure which scenario would be worse. The idea that she got off on the fact I was a virgin, or the simple fact that because I was a virgin, I’d be unable to get her off.
“Easy for you to say. You aren’t the oldest living virgin on the East Coast.” I muttered in the general direction of my feet.
“I don’t think that’s true. Sure, there are kids at school who’ve been doing it since ninth grade, but of course you only know that because they want you to know that. There are just as many people your age still waiting for their first kisses. They just don’t advertise it. And if it makes you feel any better, I lost my virginity when I was nineteen.”
As much as it bothered me to think of her with anyone else, I was incredibly curious about her past. Her actions last night suggested she was promiscuous, but that didn’t add up with saving herself until college.
“Why did you wait?” She winced as if she was in physical pain, and I immediately regretted asking her. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“It’s okay, Edward. I don’t mind telling you this. I wanted my first time to be with someone I loved.”
“And was it?”
“I thought so at the time.”
I was relieved that she obviously no longer had feelings for this guy and disgusted with myself for being that selfish.
“Do you regret it?” I asked.
“I don’t believe in regret.”
Her non-answer told me everything. I pulled her into my chest and kissed the top of her head. “I still have a hard time believing this is real.”
“Oh, you’ll have no problem believing this is real when you’re outside in the dead of night helping your mother dispose of my body.” She lightly smacked my shoulder.
“Will you give them a chance, Bella? Please? They really just want me to be happy.” I put my hand under her chin and angled her face up to mine. “You make me happy.”
She shrugged. “You barely know me.”
I wanted to tell her that I knew enough to know, but I didn’t want to freak her out. “I like how I feel when I’m with you.”
Her hand trailed around to my ass. “You’ll like how you feel when you’re in me.”
I’d managed to go one minute and thirteen seconds without blushing in her presence. She giggled and squeezed. Even if she were a succubus, I was unable to care.
“I don’t doubt that I will,” I whispered. “But you know I could get that anywhere. That’s not why I feel so…drawn to you.”
I stroked her face, and she was deep in thought. She nodded slowly and smiled.
“I mean it, Bella. It’s so easy for me to be myself with you. I value that more than I can possibly express.”
She sighed. “You have to admit you haven’t been around the opposite sex all that much. You can’t be sure if what feelings you do have for me go beyond the heady combination of intellectual chemistry and physical attraction, both of which by your own admission are new to you. You don’t know that you feel any differently for me than you would feel for anyone else to whom you were attracted. It just happens that the stakes of pursuing me are much higher, and now you want me to meet your parents…”
“What if we just spent the summer dating casually? It changes nothing, Bella. My parents would still insist upon meeting you.”
“I don’t think I could live with myself if I caused a familial rift.”
“You won’t.” I kissed her forehead. “As much as I don’t want to share you, we should get going.”
I could tell that she didn’t want come home with me for dinner. That she did so anyway, made me think that maybe she was looking at me a bit more seriously than I thought she was. I led her to my car and opened her door for her. My hand brushed her knee as I made sure her skirt was safely tucked inside the car.
“Are you always this much of a gentleman?” she asked after I’d settled into the driver’s seat.
“You mean will I always open your door for you?”
She nodded as she fidgeted with her skirt.
“Yes.” I leaned over the gear shift and whispered in her ear. “Of course, you’ll never know if it’s out of genuine chivalry or my need to touch you every chance I get.”
She laughed and seemed to relax a little, completely at ease with flirting and sexual innuendo if nothing else. Ten minutes later, we arrived at my house. She was almost childlike as she shrunk back into the passenger seat of my car.
“Don’t be nervous, Bella.” I offered her my hand and led her to the porch, where my parents had gathered to meet us. I wasn’t sure how to introduce Bella to them. I knew she wasn’t very comfortable with the idea of being in a romantic relationship with me, but she was so much more than my friend. I didn’t want her to feel trivialized.
I went for the most innocuous of my options. “Mom, Dad. This is Bella, my girlfriend.”
Bella stiffened and my mother stepped forward and kissed her cheek.
“Hello, Bella. It’s nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard a great deal about you from Edward.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Dr. Cullen.” Bella said to my mom before addressing my father. “Hi, Carlisle.”
My dad gestured towards the house. “Good to see you again, Bella. Come on inside. You should see the spread that your mother put out.”
My mother threaded her arm through Bella’s and led her inside the house. “Edward told me food was a hobby of yours. I had so much fun with the menu, I hope you like it. There is some wine chilling. Edward said you like chardonnay.”
“Thank you, Dr. Cullen. That’s very thoughtful of you.”
“Please,” she said. “Call me Esme. Besides, it’s actually Dr. Masen. Edward, why don’t you help your father bring some more wine up from the cellar?”
My mother wanted a moment alone with Bella and was using the wine ruse as a ploy. Either that or she was planning on getting incredibly drunk.
“They seem to be getting along.” My dad said when we were in the dining room. “How did your mother take it when you told her Bella’s age?”
“I didn’t. She seemed to know already.”
I’d pissed off my father exactly two times in my life. The first was when I was five and conscious of the looming energy crisis, whipped up some synthetic gasoline from vegetables and household stuff and decided to test it on his classic Porsche. The other was right now.
“When I came downstairs this morning, Mom made a reference to the age difference and I assumed you’d told her after all.”
“God damn it, Edward. How could you do this to your mother? To Bella? I told you in no uncertain terms you had to tell your mother before Bella got here.”
I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. This was not good. “What do I do now?”
My father rolled his eyes. “Act normal and hope it doesn’t come out on its own.”
He poured himself a shot of scotch and downed it, before opening a bottle of red wine and pouring it into a decanter. I followed him into the kitchen, silently praying for the best.
I could tell by Bella’s body language that I should have prepared myself for the worst.
“Edward, why don’t you show Bella into the dining room?” My mother twisted her pearls nervously as she addressed me, but glared at my father. “We’ll join you shortly.”
I took a deep breath and led Bella to the dining room.
When Bella spoke, she simply stated a fact.
“Your mother thought I was still in college.”
“I’m not sure where she got that idea,” I lied, hoping I’d have the chance to explain later.
“Um, maybe because you didn’t tell her otherwise? Edward, how could you do this to me? And I don’t even want to think of what your poor mother is going through right now.”
She stopped talking when my parents appeared in the doorway.
Bella tried very hard to win my mother’s approval. She asked about our house, and the work my mother had put into restoring it. My mother answered her questions politely, if unenthusiastically. Though Bella said nothing wrong the entire evening, my mother acted as if nothing she’d said was right.
My parents walked us out to the porch after dessert. Bella had said very little for the past hour and seventeen minutes, so I was surprised when she addressed my parents.
“Thank you for inviting me. Edward has spoken so highly of you both. It was nice to meet the people responsible for raising such a wonderful young man.”
Her voice had the slightest tinge of regret. I felt like a complete asshole.
My mom went back inside the house, leaving us alone with my father.
“She’ll come around,” he said quietly.
“I thought you’d told her,” I whispered to my dad, hoping he understood that this was not intentional.
“Edward, now is not the time. Will we be seeing you later tonight?”
“I’m not sure.” I looked over at Bella. She’d invited me to sleep over last night, and I’d taken the liberty of packing an overnight bag in case she extended the offer to me again this evening. In light of recent events, I was afraid to go home, that if I gave her any time alone with her doubts she’d end us.
“Just let us know if you plan to stay out all night so your mother doesn’t worry needlessly. Bella, it was nice seeing you again.” He smiled warmly at her. “My wife was just a little surprised. Please don’t take this personally.”
Bella nodded and seemed to relax slightly when my dad reached out to squeeze her hand. She didn’t speak at all during the drive back to her house. I knew I’d fucked up.
She finally addressed me when I removed the keys from the ignition in her driveway.
“You’re hoping to spend the night,” she said emotionlessly.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Okay. You should call your father. Just let yourself in when you’re done.”
I opened Bella’s door for her and lingered on her front porch, leaving my father a voice mail when he didn’t answer his phone. I knew he was probably trying to clean up the mess I’d made with my mother. I hated that one small misunderstanding had caused the two women I cared for more than anything so much pain. I could only hope to convince them I had not intended this. I grabbed my bag out of the trunk of my car and went inside.
“Presumptuous much?” She called out from the entry to the kitchen, gesturing to my bag.
I was instantly relieved. If she was teasing me, she couldn’t be that upset.
I shook my head, laughing. “Just confident.”
I followed her upstairs and she gestured me into the bathroom. I washed up and changed into pajama pants. I left my toothbrush on the sink, hoping she didn’t mind. There really wasn’t anywhere else to put it. She seemed distracted and jumped into the bathroom seconds after I’d vacated it. I stretched out in her bed and waited for her to join me. When she did, she was wearing only panties and a tank top.
“Bella, today was incredibly stressful,” I said with mock seriousness. “May I see your boobies?”
Laughing, she threw her tank top onto the floor.
“All better,” I said.
She pressed her body and her lips against mine. It would be so easy to close my eyes and lose myself in her touch, but I couldn’t. I nudged her away from me. She sat back, presumably so she could see my face. Her bottom settled itself onto my pelvis, and I wondered how I could have failed to notice she was straddling me. Her eyes widened when she realized my penis was not only erect but directly beneath her heat. She smiled and raised herself up onto her knees ever so slightly. Before she sat down onto me a second time, she rounded her lips as she exhaled slowly. Her breasts bounced, and she tossed her hair over one of shoulders while biting her lower lip in a pout.
She was the glory of sex personified, and I had never felt more intimidated.
She raised herself up again, and her eyes widened. This time it was not from excitement, but rather from the realization that I’d lost my erection.
“I’m sorry.” I found my voice just as her hands found my face.
“You shouldn’t be.” Her front teeth grazed my earlobe, before she gently sucked it into her hot mouth.
I felt dizzy. I could hardly breathe, but I knew I needed to say this. “I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”
Bella sat back onto her heels, carefully avoiding any contact to my pelvis. She pushed her hair behind her ears and looked at me confusedly. Her previous actions may have been a show for my benefit, but I was fairly sure the girl who’d just crossed her arms over her bare breasts in a non-verbal display of fear of rejection and feeling exposed was the real Bella.
“I’m talking about tonight. I’m sorry. I thought my dad had explained our situation to my mother in entirety.”
She put her finger against my lips, keeping her other arm across her breasts. “Can we not talk about this?”
I didn’t blame her. I didn’t want to discuss it, either.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“Can we not talk at all?” She slid the hand that was on my face down to my chest and began to fondle her breasts with the hand that had been partially obscuring them from my view. She pinched her nipple and rocked her hips against mine.
It was an avoidance tactic, and she was using her body. I couldn’t begrudge her this. I’d fucked up, and I knew it. Still, her apparent enrapture with her own breasts was convincing enough that I don’t think I could have spoken coherently at that moment if my life depended upon it.
She continued to play with her nipples as she leaned into me. She ran her tongue along my lower lip before pushing it inside my mouth and rubbing it against my own. This time she tasted like red wine. My hands found her hair as her hands stroked my jaw.
We kissed like that, half-dressed but still only touching the other’s face, for an hour and six minutes. I fell asleep with her taste on my tongue and her scent on my skin. She’d almost succeeded in wordlessly convincing me it was all I would ever need.