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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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Additional disclaimer: I still do not own any of this nor do I make any money. I don't own the glorious song "Cut here" by The Cure, either, that I'm loaning a bit in this chapter.

Dating Lessons

Lesson Three: Groping – Bella

Mr and Mrs Cullen’s anniversary party was already going on full swing as I drove to the house. I was over an hour late because of making dinner for Charlie. It was all my own fault really; I should have realized ahead what kind of a state the kitchen drawers and appliances would be in after being left to my dad’s care. By the time I had finished cooking his meal I noticed to my surprise that I was supposed to be leaving for the party already. Thankfully the drive wouldn’t take long, but even I wasn’t inconsiderate enough to show up at someone’s semi-fancy/semi-casual party feeling sweaty after working in the kitchen and looking and smelling even worse.

After a quick shower and blow-drying my hair I put on some mascara and eyeliner and finalized my admittedly small make up regimen with rose tinted lipgloss. That would have to do. The dress I had taken along for my trip to Forks just for the party was Carmine red and a trifle short for my usual tastes but what could I expect from something that Alice had picked up. As if I couldn’t be trusted to buy my own clothes at 22, I mumbled to myself, feeling a bit aggravated. But the dress really was quite fine and suited me well, coming right on top of my knees with a flowing skirt. It had spaghetti straps, but the only other time I had worn it I’d had a crocheted shawl on my shoulders. The shawl was dark chocolate brown and so were my pumps, and with those I was ready to face the party and as ready as I ever would be to face Edward in his finest.

I was still quite shook up about the kissing lesson.

I frowned at my understatement.

I was in shambles.

What was that? What the fuck was that? Not only had it easily been the best kiss of my short and quite sheltered life (boys aren’t pushy with the police chief’s daughter, I can assure you of that) but it had also spelled to me with letters this high that this man knew what he was doing. This man, this…Edward I had known for years, could probably play me as perfectly as he played his grand piano. And boy, could he play. I rarely heard him play these days as he didn’t have a piano in Seattle (and he had sworn off keyboards) but every time I did it amazed me how I could’ve forgotten how good he really was.

So…if he played me the same way; touched me with that same precision and concentration with his pale long fingers…I would come undone. And that could prove very embarrassing. I knew these lessons were a bad idea!

I walked up the front steps of the massive house and pressed the doorbell a bit timidly. I hated to draw attention to my lateness. I was relieved when the door opened to reveal Alice.

“It wasn’t locked, you know. And you’re family you don’t need to ring the bell.” she admonished, until her eyes fixed on my appearance. “Wow! That dress does look amazing on you! A touch more make up would’ve made a nice difference, but there’s something to be said about this demure look. You look like a hot challenge and yet totally innocent at the same time.”

“Alice!” I sighed exasperatedly, “Just let me in already!”

She opened the door wider and drew me in by my arm.“Wait until Edward sees you! I don’t think he’s ever seen you in that dress!” she chirped enthusiastically.

No, Edward in fact had not seen me in this dress. I’d only worn it on one date that had started out nice but at the end the guy had gotten grabby. I could still feel his hands moving on my thigh under the hem, urgh! I pushed the thought away. To some men a dress like this seemed to be an open invitation to…I don’t know, to dig in or something! And no for an answer hadn’t cut it.

“Does Edward have a date tonight?” I asked, realizing the stupidity of my question before Alice even had the chance to reply.

“No silly. This is our parents’ 30th anniversary and a gathering for family and close friends. He wouldn’t bring a date here.”

To me it seemed like she wanted to say more as her expression softened and she got a slight gleam in her eyes.

I took off my coat and hung it on the extra coat rack, and followed Alice to the living room.

The grand living room of the Cullen house had been re-arranged for the party. There were some delicate flower arrangements and lots of chairs and buffet tables with food. Everything looked perfect but cosy.

I spotted an empty armchair in the back of the room and hurriedly assumed my usual place as a wallflower. I knew Alice would complain but I definitely wanted to be left alone by her for awhile. I was nervous enough about participating in this party as it was.

After sitting for awhile I left my shawl folded on the back rest to keep my place reserved and went to get myself a glass of punch and something to nibble on from the closest buffet table. Then I returned to my place and just watched the other guests having fun while sipping on my punch.

Finally I saw Edward. He was scanning the crowds for someone, possibly me. I blushed. I drank some more punch, trying to hide behind the glass. I felt really shy about seeing him after our fervent, starved kissing. He looked handsome…good enough to eat.

Despite the pitiful disguise of the glass I was holding, Edward’s gaze soon locked on mine and he started walking straight towards me. When he got near enough for me to see the expression on his face I made a mental note of how strangely pinched it was.

“I’ve been looking around for you for awhile already. How do you like the party?” he asked, trying to sound casual while sipping at his drink. I didn’t quite buy it though.

“I just got here, I was running late.” I admitted, wondering if he was feeling as confused over the last lesson as I was. “The place looks great.”

“Yea, mother’s friend Claire really outdone herself. And you have to try the hors d'oeuvres, they just melt in your mouth.”

So do you, I sighed internally and fought the blush that tried to surface. I would not think about his kiss now. This wasn’t lesson time. And even if it was, it wasn’t appropriate to dwell on it and think of him that way. I’d never live down the embarrassment if he found out. I was supposed to be responsive but not…*responsive*. And certainly not needy or desperate.

I decided that the lessons had indeed been the worst idea ever. What made me feel even worse about it was that Edward was staring at his shoes and looking quite uncomfortable.

“Your dress is really nice. A little on the short side, though.” he grimaced.

I could hardly believe he even noticed what I had on, but I supposed I wore dresses so rarely that even he’d be bound to notice those occasions.

“You think so?” I asked worriedly, raising my legs and looking at them critically, “Alice picked it out.”

“Of course she would.” was all that Edward said.

I was still wondering about the dress and my legs in it (or rather out of it as the hem was indeed short) when someone coughed discreetly. I looked up.

“Jacob!!” I screeched and practically flew to his arms. He gave me a bone-crunching hug and I think we did some jumping up and down. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“Two long years and your favourite man! Is that any way to say hello? Well I liked the part with screaming and jumping about.” Jacob deadpanned and put me down gently.

“Edward, this is Jacob Black. He’s a few years younger than you so you might not remember? Anyway, his dad Billy is a very good friend of Charlie’s and Carlisle’s.”

“I remember.” Edward replied curtly.

“You look beautiful, Bella.” Jacob said, his hands still on my hips.

“You look pretty good yourself. I can’t believe you’ve grown even taller since I last saw you. What are you now, six and a half feet? And you’re so wide. I bet the girls at the res like you a lot, huh?” I teased.

Every word was true though. I could hardly believe that Jacob, a dear family friend two years younger than me, had grown up to look like this. If I didn’t have such sisterly feelings towards him I just might have fancied him. He was tall and very well proportioned and muscled. His black hair was long, but it really suited his native American features. And he was barely twenty. Almost a kid still, I grinned.

“Hey Bella, can I get back to you tomorrow, lunch or something? I just saw someone I need to talk to.”

“Sure, I’d love to catch up. It’ll have to be an early lunch though as I need to get back home in time for work Monday morning.”

“I’ll call you in the morning. Great to see you! And you too, Eddie.”

I watched after him, still smiling. He was steering towards some dark haired girl I didn’t know. Ah, young love. Or hormones. Despite my lack of experience I knew all about those.

“How subtle.” Edward jeered, disturbing my thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You like him. A lot.” he stated, examining his fingernails.

“Of course I like him. He’s family!” I didn’t understand why he was so upset. And that’s what he definitely seemed to be as much as he tried to hide it.

“Is that all?”

“What else would there be? He’s two years younger than me, I’ve seen him in his nappies…not the stuff romance is made of.”

“He’s grown up now.” Edward replied, watching Jacob flirt with the dark haired girl that flirted back with an excited smile.

“So? I’m not into him. He won’t be the one who I’ll…nevermind.” I blushed, but not for the lack of trying not to.

“What? Who you’ll what?”

He was adamant for me to answer, so I gave up.

“He won’t be the one I’ll go all the way with. Into bed. To have sex with. Intercourse. Exact enough for you?”

“Yes. That was…exact enough. So Bella. Are you ready for lesson three?”

His deep. soft voice gave me shivers.

“You mean now? Here?” And after arguing about Jacob of all things?

“Why not? No one’s looking, no one cares.”

His smile was simply sinful as he yanked my hand in his and dragged me away from the room.

“Edward!” I tried to deter him, “I don’t think this is the time or the place for this.”

I felt seriously out of breath and out of my depth.

Edward pulled me into a nook, pushed me against the wall and licked my earlobe. I could’ve died then and there and almost wanted to. What was going on here? Was it really me, Bella Swan, against a wall in a dark corner, just few feet away from an on going party with plenty of guests? A party being held by the parents of the young man sucking my throat and running his hands on my sides. I hardly recognized myself. I hardly recognized him. His green eyes were dark and fierce and his lovely hair was mussed. I wanted to ran my hands through it.

“Bella.” he whispered into my sensitized ear.

“What?” I croaked, my eyes wide with lust. At that moment I would have said yes to anything.

“The third lesson is groping. On top of the clothes and under.”

I couldn’t form a thought anymore as I felt his hands moving on my stomach, hips and finally my breasts. I didn’t think about their size or my other small inadequacies as he squeezed them together firmly but not at all painfully. His mouth was on my neck and I whimpered until I felt his lips on mine. The kiss he gave me was intense, devouring. He ravaged my mouth so pleasantly that I could feel no fear or apprehension. He kept one of his hands on my breast while he reached down with the other and cupped my mound, just keeping his hand there. I could feel the weight and the warmth of it and the hardness of his cock against my thigh.

Oh. My. God.

Edward snuck his other hand beneath my dress and my bra and grabbed my bare breast gently, and then moved his fingers to my nipple which was getting tight and puckered just from being lightly touched. I felt myself getting very wet between my legs and a part of me was worried what he’d do when he’d notice. He was bound to, having his hand right there. Who would’ve thought that I could get this excited and drenched just from his hand lightly pressed there. Well that and what he was doing to my breast. And the kissing. Oh, the kissing.

I gave myself eagerly to the kiss and ran my hands in his hair, yanking at it and then rubbing his scalp. I think one of my legs was wrapped around his waist while he pulled my panties down to my knees and finally touched me there. I was slick and hot as he slowly ran his fingers from the top to the bottom of my slit, and then seeked out my clitoris.

No man had ever gone this far with me. So far the only hands at my clit and in my cunt had been my own. Now he was rubbing me with round motions that I liked using myself. That didn’t surprise me, he knew his business after all. It felt different than my own hands. It felt--

Suddenly, for the second time that evening there was a slight cough.

Edward froze. I felt my heart stop beating. I hazarded a glance towards the sound and found Jasper looking away discreetly.

“Uh…I was sent to come and find you. They’re about to cut the cake.”

Then he left as swiftly as he had come and left us wrapped around each other, embarrassed and panting.

No matter how long I lived I would never forget this moment. And I could never look at Jasper in the eyes again.
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