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Dating Lessons	By : saritat9 Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 9721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dating Lessons

Lesson Two: Kissing - Edward

I couldn’t explain to myself why I’d gotten so into this thing right from the start. Hell, it had all been my idea, and I’d had to peer pressure Bella into it. I felt a twinge of guilt over that; maybe she truly wasn’t ready. I pushed the emotion away again, repeating to myself that she was old enough for it, and she was old enough for this. And she had said that she hadn’t been trying to save herself.

I didn’t know what my exact plan was… was I just going to go from lesson two, to three, to four, and finally end up having sex with her, or was I going to give her a little shove and encouragement and then watch her pair herself up, at least for one night, with someone else? It might be better for her self-esteem if she found the guy herself – it would be someone who was really attracted to her, as opposed to just her best friend’s brother. The thought didn’t give me as much pleasure as it should have. I wanted to screen the man she chose, to have veto. What if she chose someone who was wrong?

The first lesson had gone okay. She had been nervous and admitted as much, although I was sure she had been touched like that before. That really wasn’t the issue, though, was it? I bet she had been kissed plenty, too, but this whole thing was about new and better experiences, self confidence brought from said experiences…and making her a ‘woman.’ I felt quite pompous for even thinking that I could be so vital in making someone a woman… but it wasn’t really me, so much as the experience itself. I was sure I was better at it than damn Newton, who had his mind in the gutter but whose eyes strayed to anyone with a pair of legs. But what did I know of womanhood? Nothing. Femininity was something far more potent and mysterious than just sex or nylons and make up. I knew Bella was female, and a woman, with or without my help or hindrance. But for some reason I had offered myself for the job.

Keeping this from Alice would be definitely hard, if not impossible. When I’d told Bella that we probably ought to keep this to ourselves, I had more hoped than believed that Alice could be kept in the dark. Alice had an uncanny ability to read people and know what was going on under the surface. Something told me she wouldn’t interfere, but she wouldn’t necessarily like it.

As if on cue, Alice asked me what I was thinking. I guess she sensed something in me. I shrugged, and she rolled her eyes. I was sure she guessed more than she let on, although I couldn’t fathom how.

“Seen Bella yet?” my devious little sister asked, smirking. Shit.

“I saw her just yesterday.” I poured myself some cereal and milk and sat opposite her, pretending I was still half asleep. I almost was, anyway. My old bed had gotten a little short for me and every time I visited my parents I slept poorly, at least the first night or two.

“Oh. I haven’t seen her after we got back to Forks, she told she would be… busy,” she said, highlighting the fact that I had seen her and she hadn’t. “Did you two do something?”

“Just the usual.” I shrugged, basically lying through my teeth. Touching and breathing on Bella hadn’t been ‘usual’ at all.

Alice didn’t reply verbally, but she cocked her perfect eyebrow. Damn her. She definitely knew.

“Sure. Tell her ‘hi’ when you see her,” she said innocently.

“Sure thing.”

Alice got up and took her dishes to the sink. I was relieved that the conversation seemed to be over for now.

I should have known my little sister better than that, the insufferable meddler that she was.

“So did you kiss her yet?”

“Alice!”

Alice just laughed and skipped away, leaving me to ponder how to handle the situation.

We all lived in the same area in Seattle (close enough to Forks, Washington, that our parents didn’t go insane and far enough that we didn’t, either). Alice, Jasper and Bella actually shared an apartment building. Jasper was Alice’s boyfriend of three years, and I was sure they would be getting married soon. My big brother Emmett had already popped the question to his lady of choice, Rosalie Hale, and the wedding had been set in a few months time. To make our little group even more ridiculously close knit, Rosalie was Jasper’s cousin. Bella and I were the only singles in the group, and naturally we gravitated towards each other whenever we all went out. Sometimes we spent time with just the two of us, by watching movies or making dinner or going to a club. It had been during one such regular movie night when I found about the small miracle of her virginal status. I know it wasn’t any of my business, but in a way I had been relieved; Mike Newton didn’t deserve to be her first, if he had deserved to be with her at all.

Alice, Emmett and I were back at Forks for our parents’ 30th wedding anniversary, (they had married young, and still looked too young to have been married that long) and naturally, Alice had talked Bella into coming with us and using this as a chance to visit Charlie, the old haunts and to just hang out. Jasper hadn’t gotten leave from work yet, but he would join us later, on Friday to be exact. The party was to be held on Saturday evening. Rosalie had already come along with Emmett and was allowed to stay with him in his old room.

This left me a couple of days for a kissing lesson with Bella. I didn’t quite know where and when to have it though; we needed peace and quiet.

I need not have worried though because everything worked out better than fine as the whole Cullen house emptied itself that same evening. As soon as that had become apparent, I had called Bella and asked if she was free to continue tonight. She was. Then Emmett asked me if I wanted to join him, Rosalie and Alice on their trip to Port Angeles, but I told them I was tired. This didn’t fool Alice for a bit, and she looked at me knowingly. I wondered to myself if she actually wanted to give me the room for the lesson, because she usually didn’t hang out as a third wheel for Rosalie and Emmett and Port Angeles definitely didn’t hold the shopping possibilities that could have kept her occupied. Be that as it may, I didn’t care. My dad Carlisle would be at work late and my mother was seeing some friend of hers who had promised to do the catering for the small anniversary party. The house would be all mine and Bella’s.

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I was expecting Bella around 7pm, and I used my leftover time to look for some candles and soft music to set the mood. Nothing as cheesy as Michael Bolton, I knew I couldn’t listen to that crap and I knew Bella’s taste better than that too. Instead I opted for my own mix of slow ballads by some alternative and little known artists. I put it on quietly on the background and lit four candles in the living room. I was all set. It was a bit dark, but I didn’t think Bella would mind. It would probably be the opposite. And the music made the atmosphere somehow gentle and… hopeful. Now that I thought about it, the CD had been the mood piece for many successful dates. I hoped tonight would be another one, even if the markers for success were different than usual.

A part of me felt more than a bit ridiculous for going through these motions just for Bella, but thankfully the bigger part knew that this was not only necessary but also the right thing to do, and the right way to do it. A clichéd make out scene this might be on the surface, but I wanted her to know that this was the least she should expect from a man that wanted to get in her pants. Actually, I wanted her to know that she should expect the man to love her, worship her, and perhaps even grovel at her feet. I assumed that that was what everyone would want for their friends or family to have in a relationship.

I heard the doorbell, and went to let her in. She was wearing a blue V-neck sweater and skinny fit dark blue jeans under her mid-thigh length, charcoal grey coat. I wondered briefly if this was her usual date garb until I realized, having seen her on her dates, that yes, this was pretty much it.

“You look good,” I told her. First, it was only polite, and second, it was still true.

She blushed prettily and like Alice earlier, rolled her eyes at me. “Would you believe that this was just something I threw on?”

I laughed, took off her coat and hung it in the coat rack while she slipped out of her shoes. Together, we walked to the dimly lit living room. I could see in her face that the lack of light didn’t bother her in the least. It probably made her feel more comfortable about what we would be doing soon.

“Where is everybody?” she asked, probably trying to make small talk.

I told her that Emmett, Rose and Alice had gone to Port Angeles for dinner and a movie and that Carlisle was at the hospital as usual and Esme was out with a friend. After the info was given, we ran out of things to say for awhile and just sat beside each other on the couch. This was all so strange! We never ran out of things to say until the dating lessons began. I took myself by the proverbial horns and decided that someone should make a move here and being the designated teacher, the job fell onto me.

“I’m making you nervous again, aren’t I?” I tried to soften the impact of my words with a smile.

Bella drew a deep breath and turned to look at me a bit anxiously.

“Doesn’t this make you nervous at all? I know you’re the experienced one here and you’ve certainly done this and more before but to me it does make a difference that it’s you… you know.”

I thought about how to reply for a minute.

“Of course it makes a sort of difference that it’s you. I love you, you know that. And that does apply some extra pressure on me, because of Alice, for one, and because I really want you to enjoy yourself. On the other hand it doesn’t make a difference in action. The motions are still the same, and the emotions are still the same. Not that emotions are really involved here, but you know what I mean.” I was getting mixed up in my words and I desperately hoped that she would understand what I was saying and that she wouldn’t either get offended by my callousness or get the wrong idea of my feelings for her, which were platonic. Well, as close as they could get to platonic and still allow me to get a hard on. There had to be some middle ground there, surely.

“I know what you mean,” she sighed, sounding resigned. “I’m sure I’ll get over the nerves. We should continue.”

“Bella? I hope you know that I do care for you and I find you very attractive. Some day you’ll find the perfect guy and all the awkwardness of this learning phase will be long forgotten. In fact, you’ll probably laugh about it together.”

“I guess you’re right.” Bella curved her lips lightly upwards. “But Edward…shouldn’t you be kissing me now?”

She said it to change the subject, but the change was welcome so I decided to go along with it.

“Soon,” I crooned, flashing her my best, crooked smile. “Have you… kissed a lot?”
Bella went rigid, justifiably surprised at my question. It wasn’t my business, but I wanted to know what level of expertise to expect. And I wanted to know if Mike-y boy had been any good at all.

“Some. I obviously kissed Mike when we went out. And I kissed a couple of other guys before and after, but not many.”

“With tongues?” I demanded, surprised at the sharpness of my tone. Bella flushed again and muttered something about having used tongues with Mike. To my acute surprise, I could barely stand the thought of Mike’s tongue inside Bella’s mouth, let alone anywhere more intimate. I definitely had to get veto on all the guys that Bella would want to go out with. Contradictorily to everything that was going inside my busy, disorganized head, I started to try and seduce her with my words.

“Good, you know some of the basics then. This might be recap, but better thorough than sloppy, to guarantee a good experience and the best possible result. In a minute, I will kiss you. Very softly at first, it will be nothing but a brush of my lips against yours. After you’re comfortable with that, you can open your mouth and we will get our tongues involved. No hurry, no pressure. We’ll go just the pace you set. Then, I will slide my tongue into your mouth and swirl it against yours. You do the same. And if you’re ready for more, we can try nibbling and sucking of the lower lip and tongue. But that is a bit more advanced kissing.”

During my hoarse and thorough explanation, Bella stared at me with her wide open chocolate eyes and I could see her chest raising and lowering in time of her heavy breathing. The description of the kiss hadn’t left her unaffected, and I was glad that she was so responsive. It would make things that much easier on my part.

Bella was still staring at me, mesmerized, as I slowly leaned closer to her and whispered, “Ready, steady… go!”

And in an instant my lips were on hers.

There had been no way to prepare myself for the feeling of her soft mouth against mine for the very first time; I was only thankful that it wouldn’t be the last. Not yet anyway. A moment before the contact she had instinctually wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue in preparation and now her lips were moist and sweet. I wanted so much to gently bite her lower lip and find my way inside the hot cavern of her mouth. As it was, I could barely allow myself to move my lips gently on hers, just adding the slightest bit of pressure and sneaking a quick lick at the seam of her lips. This made her let out a little sound that was half surprise and half desire and I could feel my cock going from quite interested (half hard) into very interested indeed. All of a sudden I had an erection that could’ve cut stone.

At least this proved that if I was going to “teach” the fifth lesson myself, there would be no problem with potency. In fact, my erection didn’t seem to care at all that this was Bella—it just wanted to bury itself deep inside her and never come out for air. The thought scared me a little, these were supposed to be dating lessons; “innocent” no strings attached sexual lessons. I shook off the unpleasant doubts and concentrated on Bella’s mouth again.

The second time I licked the seam of her lips she opened her mouth slightly and I immediately seized the opportunity and slipped my tongue right in. After a brief moment of letting her accommodate to it I started to feel up the contours of the roof of her mouth and her teeth and finally the wet muscle of her tongue. She tasted of apple juice and Bella. It was a very pleasant taste. Somewhere in my conscious mind, I could also appreciate the fact that she hadn’t been wearing any lipstick. It was nice to taste her and the apples instead of some cosmetics.

Our kiss, that had started slow and tentative, was now getting wild and hungry, and Bella was matching me stroke for stroke and nibble for nibble. I don’t know when we had wrapped our hands around each other but now she had one of her hands around my neck and the other grasping at my hair, while mine were busy having an adventure of their lifetime on her sides and the small of her back.

Shocked, I realized that I was just about to start grinding myself and my erection (not necessarily in that order of importance) against her mid section. If I didn’t stop this now it would go beyond a simple kissing lesson… if anything about this could be called simple anymore.

I pulled myself away, breathing as hard as if I had run a full marathon. For a moment we just looked at each other with half lidded eyes and flushed faces. Bella was the image of desire, like a darker haired (and thankfully more clothed) version of Botticelli’s Venus.

What was happening to me?! Was I really comparing a living, breathing woman to a work of art? And not just any work of art, but one of the most magnificent and moving pieces in history? One of the most sexual pieces in art history that had always caused me to salivate guiltily? I felt like a randy high school boy that had never gotten lucky in his life… until now, to the extent that even kissing Venus should be considered a privilege.
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