BPOV

"Bella, open up,” Rosalie was banging on the door of my room with the enthusiasm of a maniac.

"Rose, I’m asleep. And wish you the same.”

"I will lie down right beside your door if you do not open.”

I got out of the bed and trudged to the door... You can not get rid of Hale, and I know her. Rose had swung her hand to once again bang on the door, but she saw me, and dropped her fist. Instead, she grabbed me by the shoulders and shook well.

"Are you okay?” Rosalie glanced up at me with that penetrating gaze and sat me on the bed. "You look like...”

"Like what?” I squeaked.

"Like Cullen fucked you right in the kitchen,” said my friend gently.

"I wish...”

"Swan, come on, spit it out! What the hell is going on? And why did he ask about this fuckface?”

"I do not know, Rose. Maybe he just freaked out. We were laughing. As for the sex, it is his sore point,” I shrugged.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea?..”

I roared with laughter for about five minutes, wiping away tears.

"What are you laughing at? How the hell I suppose to know all his problems?”

"He just... does not fuck,” I managed to say, laughing.

"What? Like at all?” Rosalie was surprised, and I nodded. "He’s an asshole!”

"Bingo, baby. And the shitty part is that I want him soooo bad. And I know he wants me too. But we are fucking friends.”

"Bella, what a courtly nonsense?”

"I am not the one you should ask.”

"Listen, I just do not get it. Why the hell he tries to come off as touchy?..”

"Rose, please, not now. I’m dizzy from drinking...”

"You are also dizzy from Edward,” she did not allow me retorting. "Don’t even say anything. You two were making out – even Emmett understood that. By the way, tomorrow we’re going to hang out at the bar. And you are coming with us. And don’t even argue!”

I just nodded. We hugged and wished each other good night. Rosalie went to her room.
I was tossing and turning for a long time, trying to fall asleep, but the warm memories haunted me. I licked my lips which were soaked in the taste of his tongue. I was touching my breasts with my hands, which were itching from the echoes of the Edward’s fingers.
Rolling over on my stomach, I buried myself in a pillow and started groaning muffled. My fingers lived their own lives, starting pinching my excited nipples from time to time.

"Edward,” I breathe out softly. Lord, I want you so bad! This is intolerable. I was ready to put out for him right there in the kitchen, even knowing that Rosalie and Emmett were in the living room. That was a terrible discovery that made me angry, and I pushed him away. I knew that if I did not stop, then later he would. And I would feel a thousand times more hurt. And not just physically. But damn it, the way he kissed me, the way he stroked me, the way he was moaning in my neck... God, give me strength!..
Again I moaned into the pillow and got on my knees. Leaving one hand on my breasts, I slipped my fingers into my panties. "Baby, do not” – I thought of his prayer right into my mouth.

"Come on, Edward. We must,” I whispered, stroking my wet pussy. "Come on, sweetie. Fuck me. I know you want to...”
I bit the pillow, bending my back, jerking my ass. The fingers then dived in the deep throbbing, and then fingered my clit. I want all at once! Rolled over on my back, I was fucking myself hard with two fingers, and the second hand began rubbing my wet pulsating clit. His smell, his kisses, his voice. His super hard dick in my hand. I squeezed it for a moment... A sweet moment... This memory led me to the edge. I shoved a fist into my mouth to stifle a cry, clasped my feet, shuddering from bright spasms and feeling the sweet taste in the mouth. Only a minute later I felt better. I stretched out on the bed, relaxed, feeling not much happier, but definitely calmer.

You such an asshole, Cullen! I have to masturbate to you. No, you gotta to do something about it. Almost instantly, my mind, refreshed with an orgasm, was visited with a brilliant idea.

EPOV

I woke up after twelve. My brain, worn by frazzle nocturnal torments, has decided to give a pass. It is a pity that my brave soldier in-between my legs again disagreed with the mind. I had no thoughts, but lust was just splashing in the groin, threatening to evacuate. I walked around the house, trying to fight with morning wood by putting my dick to the left and to the right. Fucking jeans... Having given up on this useless work, I dressed in loose shorts and began making scrambled eggs – with a tent between my legs. After receiving the food, I was betrayed by the brain. It is necessary to call Bella. I only have to come up with the reason why. Apologize... Again? She went crazy the last time when I asked forgiveness for kisses. My remorse over touching her boobs most likely would provoke this shrew to punch me. Not that I worry about my face, but I would like to get out of this situation beautifully. In the end, I warned her. I’m not a stone. Well, except that between my legs there is granite, stably... She licked me first, and even said that I was sweet. Damn... Well, come on, wilt you jerk-off! We have yet to talk to her today. I mean I have. You’d better lie down quietly, my friend. Yesterday you said everything. Even more than everything.

Having remembered why my hard dick wanted to speak up, I groaned, pushed away a cup of coffee and rushed to the shower. Night stress subsided, and I was able to indulge myself with my hand. Of course, again, I dreamed about Bella. Now I know what is it like to touch her breasts. Beautiful hard nipples. I have not seen anything, but tactile senses allowed me imagining her flesh in my mouth. Suck, bite, lick, while she squeezes my cock. Firmly but gently, and not for a moment, but for a long time. For a long time, so I could cum right in the pants. Oh, damn... Fantasies, squeezed out from real memories, were so vivid that I cum in just a minute.

Awesome, Cullen... You can be proud of yourself. You missed a day of masturbation – and already premature ejaculation. If, instead of the hand there was Bella, you wouldn’t last for thirty seconds. Well, that’s ok because Bella will never be on my dick... This thought suddenly made me want to cry. Damn, what this bitch makes to me! After the first kiss I fell into a depression. After touching her breasts I began the hysteria and cum as seventeen-old kid. A little more – and hello pollutions.
After I used the shower also for its main purposes, it became easier. I still do not know what to tell Bella in the evening, but suddenly I realized that we were now in the same boat. Enough slurping this dubious joy alone. She also wants me, I am sure. After yesterday, I am 100% sure. And she is also furious that we can’t. Rather, I can’t. But this is minor matters. I let her figure out how to live without sex, and do not go crazy with desire. Why do I have to do all the thinking? I am not worse than anyone else, am I? Let Swan work her brains. This is helpful. I am a man, after all! I’m supposed to think with my dick!

On this optimistic note, I decided to call Emmett. They were still willing to go to the bar. Bella also comes. She didn’t tell me anything. So, I thought it would be better to crash their little party and start talking. And I want her to think that I will not come. I will come at about eight – one hour later. Yes, yes! I want to torment her a little.

If Swan was suffering, I suffered no less. TV irritated me. I didn’t feel like eating. I got bored with Counter-Strike too quickly as well. Once again, I climbed into the shower and jerked off for the future. Shaved. I was standing in front of the mirror with a hairbrush and mousse, which my mother gave me, for a long time. She likes to make fun of my hair. I allow her doing it when I come visit her. So with this she complains that I grew up too early and she has not played enough with me ten times less.

Hmm. My first experience was clearly... weird. It turned out that I have only managed to comb my hair back. I remembered how Bella said she was sickened by some Mike’s gel hair and shoved my head under the faucet. I will simply dry it with a hair dryer. Wow. What a nest! Apparently, the hair decided to take revenge on me. I brushed them with wet hands, but still – they looked terrible. Tolerable, but terrible. On the way to the bar, I squinted from the gusty winds. The sign "Billy’s” has loomed before my eyes. I yanked the door, feeling the bliss of a warm room. It lasted exactly a second. It was like a slap on my face. Tough. Bella was standing at the counter next to Jake. She laughed loudly. Blake grinned, twirling a lock of her hair with his finger. I think I died and gone to hell.

Coming out of the stupor in a few seconds, I went to the bar. Sam was standing behind it again. I remembered that Billy was going to visit his daughter, who married a surfer and lived in Hawaii.

In the hall I saw Emmett and Rosalie. My friend just waved to me and went back to coo with Rose, which did not notice me at all. To undress, I had come up to Bella. She barely nodded. Jake simply ignored me. He climbed on a chair at the other end of the bar, I immediately lit up a cigarette.

"Beer, Edward?” Sam asked amiably.

"Whiskey,” I gasped. "Straight. With ice. Billy decided to stay on the islands?”

"Hahaha, I hope not,” Sam chuckled, doing my order.

I poured the whiskey into the throat, sighed loudly, and asked to for another shot. Three drinks were splashing in my empty stomach. I couldn’t stop squinting my eyes, watching Bella and Jake. I think he tried to persuade her to dance, and she refused, but continued smiling at him and talking about something. Sam said sympathetically:

"Do not worry, chief. Jake is just pissed off with Leah. And Bella is, apparently, with you.”

"Is Leah here?” I stared at him.

"Corey is unwell. Emily stayed home. And on Saturday – you know – the crowd. We can not do without the waitress,” Uley was telling me. "So that’s why Jake offered...”

"Edward, hi,” on a nearby chair appeared you know who... "How are you, handsome?”

I angry looked at the Leah from my eyebrows, without deigning an answer. Instead of me Sam did it.

"Leah, go back to work!” He growled.

"I am on a smoke break,” this bitch said and pulled a cigarette from my pack.

"You’re too young for that,” I pulled out a cigarette from her mouth, broke it and threw it into the ashtray.

"Edward, I’m twenty years old,” Leah pouted pretentiously.

"Oh really? Well you are acting like a stupid school girl,” I snapped. "And I’m not Edward, but Mr. Cullen. You got that?”

Sam snorted. Leah ignored his laugh. She was not going to give up. We met each other not that often, so she would not back off so quickly.

"Is that so, Mr. Cullen! All the women who you fucked, should call you so? Or just me?” She sang in honey voice.

"You should start writing books” I made the sign again to Sam for Whiskey. "You are a kick-ass fable-teller.”

The bartender could not hold back the fun, giggling softly.

"You will come to me yourself, Mr. Cullen. Sooner or later – you will be mine,” Leah purred.

I laughed along with Sam, and reached for the glass. And suddenly choked on fire water, because in answer to my laughter Leah squeezed my penis with her hand. I jumped up from my chair, wildly, shaking off her hand.

"Keep your fucking hands away from me,” I yelled loudly.

The people at the tables stared at us. Sam seemed to understand that the Leah has crossed the line.

"Go back to work, now!” He hissed through clenched teeth.

Leah smiled and went to the tables with a tray. But I still stood near the counter. I was shaking with rage. A hand fell on my back.

"What?” I growled, turning sharply.

Before me was Bella. She stared at me with frightened eyes. I ran a hand through my hair.

"Damn!”

"Can we talk?” Bella asked quietly.

"Of course,” I gasped.

"Come,” she took my hand and pulled me away from the hall past the restrooms to the door that led to a summer terrace patio.

Along the way she pulled off my coat from the hanger. I followed her, feeling the warmth of her hands soothing me. We came to the door, she put in the key, opened it.

"Sam gave me the key,” she explained.

"Why?” I was surprised.

"We need to talk in a quiet place and without witnesses.”

We entered the dimly lit, empty porch. Bell gently pushed me and I landed on the bench.

"Are you okay?” Bella asked quietly. She stood in front of me, leaning on the table. I could not resist and pulled her knees to me, burying my face in a soft wool sweater.

"Now – I am,” I mumbled into her stomach.

"You look lousy. Did you get a shock?”

"Say what?” I stepped back to look at her.

"Your hair...” Bella explained.

I automatically ran my fingers through my hair.

"Let me,” she gently pulled my hand away. I meekly nodded, letting her fingers work with my unruly locks. Bell was swarming about three minutes in my hair. She then pulled, then tightened the tips. I almost purred from these experiences and barely restrained so as not to moan when her nails were lightly scratching the scalp.

"There you go,” Bella took out a pocket mirror. "Will do?”

I nodded again, smiling blissfully. The girl hid the mirror, rubbing her fingers against each other.

"What’s the sticky stuff?” She asked. "Hair mousse?”

"I was just fooling around, you know,” I was confused. "It seemed that I washed away everything.”

"Probably a good mousse, you gotta use shampoo to rinse it off,” she giggled.

"So what is it you wanted to talk about?” I changed a sticky subject.

"Yes,” Bella slipped out from my hands, and sat down on the table again. "About yesterday...”

"I’m not going to apologize this time,” I blurted out, interrupting her.

"Thank you for nothing,” Bella smiled wryly.

"You are not mad?” I was carefully testing the waters.

"No, not anymore...” She paused, and then said. "Edward, you understand, we have to do something about it.”

"With what?” I pretended that I didn’t know what she was talking about.

"Cullen, do not play the fool. Although you qualify for this position very good. You want me. I want you. We can not fuck. And this fucking friendship is just driving me crazy,” chattered Bella.

"You? You’re the one who teasing me. Every fucking day, you pull off some tricks, make fun of me,” I burst out, jumping up from the bench. "So, I will soon go mad, not you, baby.”

"Oh my God, Edward. As if you are perfect in this sense! You loom before my eyes with your tasty ass. You are fucking me with your greasy look in all the holes. Smiling as if I was naked. You try to cuddle with me for no reason. That, you know, makes me mad. I can not help but respond.”

"Bella, I can not control it. I immediately confessed frankly to you. I was hoping we would be fine. You are dear to me. It is true. But I can’t stop wanting you,” I blurted out in an elevated tone.

Bella hid her face in her hands. I stood there like a fool, not daring to embrace her. The only thing that came to mind was to stop communicating. Like at all. From this thought I was so hurt... As if I was going to cut off my own arm or leg... or even head. But there was no other solution.

"Therefore, I propose a bet,” said Bella, putting away her hands from her face. She looked into my eyes: bold, straight.

"A bet?” I was surprised.

"Yes. We need it. A barrier. In order not to lose my head like...” She stopped short.

"Like yesterday?” I suggested.

"Yes. If you would be the first who couldn’t stand it and say, "Fuck me” I do not mind. But you will have to give me your ride.”

"Volvo?” I was surprised again.

"Well, duuh, not Chevrolet. Of course, Volvo,” she sneered.

"Deal, and if you would be the one to say it first, than, after... hmm... sex... you would tell me what James did,” I took out a cigarette and lit it. "Deal?”

"You will be the first!” Bella caught my hand and inhaled.

"Will see,” I blew the smoke away. "It’s a deal?”

"It’s a deal!” We shook our hands with a ringing sound. "Word of the officer?”

"Word of the officer!” I nodded.

"Cullen, I really like your car.”

"And I’m very curious, Swan.”

"I have lots of tricks up my sleeve.”

"I have a lot of tight jeans.”

We laughed. Bella suddenly buried her face in my shirt and hugged me. I realized that now I felt relieved only by the fact that we have found a solution. Today will be easy. And then... then the battle will begin. But I also like my car, and Swan, it seems that she would not want to share her memories. Of course, the easiest way for us is to stay friends and forget about sex. But something tells me that neither I nor Bella will choose the path of least resistance.

"Edward,” the girl murmured in my shirt.

"Hmmm,” I said, enjoying the warm air which escaped from her mouth and burned my chest through the thin fabric.

"Let’s kiss once in a while,” she said, gently pulling away to look at me with pleading eyes of a homeless puppy.

"What for?” I was nervous.

"I really liked it yesterday...”

"Bella, hell,” I fired up, I am going back to defend my chastity.

"Let me finish,” Bella squeezed my lips with her fingers, and they have turned into the duck’s beak. "I like the way you kissed me before I... hmm... crossed the line.”

She removed her hand from my mouth and looked at me so... damn... shy! Damn! Swan was confused! Ohhh!

What is this on her cheeks? Blush? She’s bluuuuuuuushing! Yay! Cullen way to go, man!

"What exactly did you like, baby?” I stroked the rosy Bella’s cheek with my thumb. My ego craved for food.

"Well...” The girl was hesitating. "You have been so cautious, gentle... You said... Oh hell, Edward, forget it! I just liked it... You do not have to kiss if you feel this way.”

"Hmmm... I can change my mind, you know. So what’s up with my words? What did I say so spectacular?”

"What? Rather, how you said it,” Bella whispered, lowering her head. I strongly pulled her chin up, forcing her to look me in the eyes.

"And how?” I continued interrogation.

"I do not know how to explain it,” she put her hand on my chest. "But it was so calm and warm... and I felt safe. I think you’re safe.”

I was almost moaning from this definition. My ego danced a jig, and insisted on the complete changing of mind in terms of kisses.

"You think I’m safe enough that I could get enough only with kisses?” I laughed.

"Safe enough to be a friend, who sometimes kisses me,” this little bitch smiled and quickly added. "No tongue of course!”

"Well, of course – no,” I said sure, but my cock sank into despair.

"Come on – it’s cold in here,” Bella dragged me inside.

I just now realized that she bothered to take my coat, and she came out outside only wearing a sweater. I really wanted to practice safety with kisses, but I dutifully followed Bella. She let go of my hand to close the door with the key. We went into the hall. Emmett stood behind the counter, trying to stroke Rosalie on the back, whispering something in her ear and counting the change according to the check at the same time. I laughed, and Bella pouted.

"You are already leaving?” She sang. "Rose I got the keys.”

"Well, good for you and for the keys, girl,” the blonde laughed.

"Rosalie will be back tomorrow, Bella. Do not worry, I’ll take care of her,” promised Em, finally putting the change in his wallet.

I just rolled my eyes. In this fucking town everybody fucks except me. I looked at Bella and saw that she was visited by the same idea. She just waved her hand to the sweet couple and went to the table.

I plopped onto the sofa next to Bella. The idea to sit down in front and keep the distance seemed absurd. Perhaps we have reached a new level of friendship. I liked it.

"Are you pissed off with this as much as I am or is it just me?” Bella hissed through clenched teeth.

"Are you talking about a sweet couple or crumbs on the table?” I tried to joke.

"About a couple,” Bella giggled.

"I guess I should be happy for Emmett. But I am just simply jealous,” honestly I am.

"Would you like to bang Rosie baby, instead?” Bella raised an eyebrow.

"I’m not into blondes,” I continued being frank.

"This is at the genetic level or an acquired disease?” Bella continued making fun as well.

"Acquired... after the divorce,” why the fuck I said that?

"I’m sorry,” she covered my hand with hers.

"Forget it,” I blurted out, trying to convince myself that this was the worst place in town to start checking my safety. And the worst moment to tell her about Tania. I knew that now Bella would ask me about my ex-wife, but...

"Are you going to order or what?” The dialogue between our eyes was interrupted with Leah’s gruff voice.

"Coke, please,” said Bella.

"I’ll have the same, and bus the table,” I blurted out abruptly.

Leah grunted and deliberately bent low, wiping off the countertop. I looked away, to skip the demonstration of her boobs. Bella even jumped in shock.

"Listen, Cullen, this is not normal. Are all the waitresses react this way at you?” She hissed dumbfounded, as soon as Leah was gone.

"No,” I muttered, trying to rein the disgust, mixed with rage.

I have not had time to blink an eye, and Leah has floated to us with a Coke on a tray. She leaned back, putting the glasses on the table, offering me to evaluate what was behind her low neck clothing.

"Oh, crap,” Bella screamed, jumping up. A brown spot ran down her white pants. A glass was turned over on the table, and soda was dripping onto the floor.

"Are you crazy?” I yelled, grabbing a napkin.

"I did not mean to,” this bitch clapped her innocent eyes, but behind her, there was Sam standing.

"That’s it! I’ve had enough. Get out of my sight!” He snarled at the stupid waitress.

"Sam, it was an accident, I swear.”

"Hey, guys, stop. It’s alright,” Bella was wiping off sticky moisture with napkins.

"Bella, I am so sorry!” Sam turned to her. "I’ll call a taxi on the house, and Leah will pay for dry cleaning.”

"Leah?” Bella’s face lengthened, she froze with a wet napkin in her hand. "So, Leah...”

"You told her about us, Edward? I am flattered...”

Unfortunately, I did not have time to say that WE existed only in her sick head, and I am not Edward...

"What’s going on here?” Jacob ran up at the noise.

"A complete bullshit is going on here,” I barked.

"Send your girlfriend home. She does not work here anymore,” said Sam.

"What the hell! The bar is packing. Who will serve all these people?” Jake is outraged.

"You will,” Sam unceremoniously pulled off the apron from Leah and threw it in the Jake’s face. "End of conversation.”

All those people were staring at us. Sam abruptly turned around and went back behind the bar. Leah spectacularly burst into tears and ran into the back room. Jacob was standing with her apron in his hands...

"Let’s get out of here!” I grabbed Bella’s hand.

I threw a few bills on the counter next to Sam.

"No,” he tried to refuse, pressing the buttons on the phone. "I’m calling a cab.”

"That’s ok, my car is parked up front,” Bella squeaked. "Edward, you will break my fingers.”

"I’m sorry,” I loosened my grip, not wanting to let go of her completely.

"Bella, please...” Again started the bartender.

"It’s all good. Forget it. Thank you for the keys,” she smiled warmly, and she dragged me to the door.

"I’m sorry,” I gasped when we got into her Ford.

"Stop it! She is really vindictive and lustful bitch,” Bella turned the ignition key, starting the engine of her car. "Go ahead show it.”

"Show what?”

"Strip for me so that I will forgive you,” Bella bared her teeth.

"Seriously?” I reached for the buttons on my coat.

"Lustful moron,” Bella laughed. "Show me the road. I still do not know where you live.”

I decided not to argue and do not pose as a gentleman, I just said which way to go. Fortunately my house was just around the corner.

"I liked the pants,” I complained when Bella pulled up next to my den.

"Well, they old as hell,” she waved her hand. "I feel lousy though, as if I peed myself.”
I giggled.

"Can I pay for dry cleaning?”

"Enough. I will just throw them away.”

"Baby, I’m really sorry. I’m not safe, hell no, I am not. I knew it, my sixth sense told me that she would pull off some kind of a trick...”

"Quiet,” Bella put her hand to my lips, stopping the flow of regrets.
I could not resist and rapidly covered each finger with kisses.

"They taste sweet,” I smiled, licking my lips.

"Seriously? Let me,” Bella pulled herself to me and gently kissed my lips. "Indeed. And Coke has nothing to do with it.”
I swallowed a groan.

"Come here,” I moved closer, hugging her waist. She began moving, shortening the distance. We touched our hips and lips at the same time. I carefully controlled my tongue, pressing it to the palate. Unfortunately to me. Kisses were careful, tidy. With my second hand I slid into her hair, touching the silk curls. When I began stroking her head, Bella gasped slightly disconnecting her mouth from mine. Big mistake. I began sucking on the top, and then on the lower lip, barely holding back in order to not to slip my tongue on it. Buttons on the crotch of my jeans threatened to fly off and make a hole in the glass. I barely disconnected myself from her sweet mouth, pressing my forehead to hers. My heavy breathing has given me away.

"Come on, I’ll wash this spot on your pants,” what’s the point denying it – I want her.

"How much horse powers does my Volvo have?” Bella giggled.

"Do not even dream about it, Swan,” I recoiled from her. Damn, in fact, it works!

"Good night, Cullen,” before I took the door handle, she once again grabbed my coat and pulled me to her and kissed. "Sweet dreams.”

"Bitch,” I roared, getting out of the car with the speed of light.

Having turned, I saw Bella laughing. Okay, baby, I also know how to play dirty. We’ll see who laughs last.

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