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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 Four: Pleasuring – Edward

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

I stared at Jasper open mouthed. I had not expected to be discovered. Surely that had been a part of the fun and the challenge, but I hadn’t wanted this. I guess I’d gone a bit crazy after seeing her parade around in her too short red dress and seeing that kid paw at her.

Fuck! I had been this close to heaven; this close to making and seeing Bella come, and this close to getting to feel her squeeze my fingers. I wouldn’t have pushed them too far into her; just enough to feel her contracting.

Jasper’s eyes evaded both of us and he went away as quickly as he had come.

Bella had the distinct look of a deer caught in headlights. I felt bad for her being this mortified. I was embarrassed too, especially because it was Bella and because it was Jasper and I was pretty sure he had had no idea. Alice loved him and told him practically everything but she wouldn’t have told on us. Well, told on me, mostly. I was the one responsible.

Bella did her best to get back on her own two feet and as far away from me as possible. She quickly pulled up her panties and pulled down the hem that had ridden to her waist, covering up my magnificent view. The neckline of her dress was riding low and so was her bra. Bella looked completely debauched. And I was the dirty bastard responsible.

“We should get back; I’ll go first. You might want to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up a bit,” I suggested hoarsely.

“How typical! You really think I’m the only one needing a clean up here?” she huffed and started marching towards the bathroom in angry strides.

I hadn’t meant it that way at all… the clear signs of our “make out” session on her face and clothing just made me want to save her any further embarrassment. I did my best to smooth down my own hair and straighten out my clothes before slinking back to the party where I found Alice waiting for me by the door.

“You have lip gloss all over your face, lover boy,” she murmured, trying to keep her voice low key. I instantly wiped my mouth, probably just making it worse.

“Where’s Bella?” her tone was accusatory, but I could hardly argue my own case this time. I had done a very stupid and inconsiderate thing.

“She’s in the bathroom.”

Alice quirked her brow and acidly replied, “Wouldn’t have been a bad idea for you, too. It shows all over you.”

“What shows?” I asked, playing naïve to the point of brain dead.

“What you’ve just been doing. Bella. This is going to lead to trouble, dear brother of mine,” she predicted. Knowing her, she was probably right, but it was too late now.

I had a disturbing feeling that Jasper had told her what he had seen to at least some detail. I didn’t want anyone to know what I did with Bella (it wasn’t anyone’s business but ours) and I definitely didn’t want my sister knowing what I did, period.

“Oh, just go already. I’ll wait here for Bella. Mom and Dad won’t cut the anniversary cake until the whole family is present and unfortunately that includes both you and Bella.”

I went, feeling properly admonished.

= = =

It had been over a week and I still couldn’t fathom what brilliant brainstorm had made me molest Bella at the party. The more I thought about Bella at the party and the way I had behaved then, the worse I felt. I had really started to doubt my original motivations for this had been as innocent and altruistic as I had thought.

I hadn’t liked Bella wearing that red dress. Correction – I hadn’t liked the thought of Bella wearing that dress in front of anyone but me. It was hardly revealing or sheer enough to be lingerie, but it felt as intimate on her. Alice’s dress had been even shorter, but I hadn’t had a care in the world about her showing herself off in it. Yet, when it came to Bella and her dress (that I had to admit wasn’t that revealing, really) I would’ve wanted to cover her from everyone else’s eyes. Maybe it was because I was so used to seeing her in her own, comfortable, loose clothing that covered her from head to toe that the dress made her look delicious yet “indecent”…or at least made it improper for anyone else to look at her like that.

I made no sense, and I knew that. What made me the one to be allowed to look at her? Who died and made me king?

And now…now I knew that the lessons were getting out of hand.

Each time I had more and more difficult time stopping the lessons in time. I could’ve easily gone “all the way” (as she so sweetly put it) in a single lesson, but instead I had to be able to stop each time just as I had got myself going. I was yearning for the next lesson but also afraid of it. This time I would finally be able to (and allowed to!) give her a proper orgasm and there was at least a possibility of getting one myself. Hell; if I didn’t, I would do it myself afterwards.

There was a little complication though. Bella had been avoiding me. I could be just paranoid, but I didn’t think so. The few times I had called her (casually, not pleading for a sex lesson or anything) she had been very busy and short spoken. If we didn’t get to our next lesson soon I would explode.

For a minute I entertained the idea of going to a bar and picking somebody up. All too soon I knew I couldn’t do that to Bella, though. I didn’t want to soil myself with another woman while I was still having lessons with her. She deserved me as fresh and unused as possible. An annoyingly honest voice in my head nagged at me that I didn’t really want some other woman. If that was true, Alice was right and I would be in trouble soon. I might already be in trouble.

I looked at the time and summoned up some nerve to try and call Bella again. This time she sounded almost like her normal self and she greeted me cheerfully. When I asked her about our next lesson she was quiet for a while and then suggested the next evening at her place. I agreed readily and put the phone down, happy to finally get a yes from her.

= = =

As I got to Bella’s apartment, the lights were low. I knocked on the door, almost believing she wouldn’t be home. Instead she opened the door quickly and invited me in.

I was surprised, maybe even slightly overwhelmed, by her unusual appearance. She had more make up on, but not too much by any means. Her eyes looked smoky with all the mascara and dark eye shadow. Her lips glistened, but his time the gloss was colourless and it made her lips look pink and pouty and innocent. And if that wasn’t enough to make a man light-headed, she was wearing a dress! This one even shorter than the one she had worn at the party; the basic little black dress. Did I say little? Tiny. She had stockings on, but no shoes. All of this made me think that I had missed something. Bella seemed like she was taking charge of our deal.

“Come sit down,” she offered, leading me to her small living room that I had visited hundreds of times. Everything seemed brand new now. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No thanks, I’m fine,” I managed to get out. I felt like someone was changing the rules mid-game, and I decided to try and take the control back. “There’s a couple of different ways to go about this. Either you want to touch me and learn how to pleasure a man, after which I will pleasure you, or you can skip pleasuring me if you want.”

Without hesitation, Bella said she wanted to pleasure me and indeed do it first.

I swallowed hard. I had a bulge in my pants that felt to be the size and consistency of the Eiffel Tower, and it felt uncomfortable and painful in the confines of my jeans.

“We better move this to the bedroom then,” Bella said, “Just give me a minute to light some candles.

I didn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed at the bashfulness that made her want to avoid direct lighting. Not a fan of harsh light myself, I still would have loved to get the chance to really see her in her naked glory.

As soon as I followed Bella into her bedroom, I noticed that it wasn’t as dark as I had expected. I could see her very well actually.

“Okay. I’m really curious and excited about pleasuring a man, but I think I’ll need some pointers…so if you’ll just tell me if I’m doing something wrong and definitely tell me when I’m doing something right.” She smiled mischievously. “I want to give you a real orgasm.”

I gulped again.

“Can I undress you?” she asked, looking both shy and decisive, as if asking me was more a formality.

“If you want,” I replied, alarmed at the roughness of my own voice.

She walked the three steps necessary to reach me and started by gently pulling off my sweater and my undershirt. She slid her hands down my now exposed stomach towards the top of my jeans. She opened the belt buckle and slowly pulled the belt free from the loops. Bella looked into my strained face and winked while first pulling down the zipper and then the jeans themselves. I was standing only in my boxer shorts, where my arousal was clearly visible. She licked her lips unconsciously…at least that’s what it looked like to me but maybe she did it on purpose. My cock twitched.

“Go lay down at the end of the bed, but let your feet touch the floor,” she instructed, and while I did what I was told she unzipped her little black dress, letting it fall to her feet, nearly giving me a heart attack.

I was looking at Isabella Marie Swan in only her blue underwear and stay-up stockings. I hoped I wasn’t salivating or staring at her too obscenely. She seemed to like my full attention though, and she smiled a bit smugly. On her it looked adorable and sexy.

She came towards me and then kneeled down at the end of the bed, making room for herself between my thighs. All this time her brown eyes never left mine, and I was hypnotized by the look in them even as I felt her carefully pulling down my boxers, leaving me naked for her inspection. I had been naked in front of my fair share of women, but this time it felt different. I desperately wished she liked what she saw. I knew I was reasonably good looking and pretty well endowed; long and thick enough to make a woman feel the difference between me and someone more average sized yet not too big to cause her pain or too much discomfort. I guess I was born quite lucky.

Bella moved her eyes towards my cock and startled a little. This made my male ego purr in satisfaction.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered and raised her eyes to mine again. Then she turned her attention back to my cock and I thought I might just explode before my time and embarrass myself like the horny high school boy I felt like.

She lightly put her fingers to the mushroom head of my cock and it twitched again. She looked at it in fascination, and started smiling. She moved her fingers under the head and tickled that spot. She might not know how to jack a man off or how to give head but I had underestimated her knowledge of the male anatomy.

There seemed to be many things and sides to Bella Swan that I had either not seen or had underestimated.

“Will you show me how to do it right?” she asked, grabbing my shaft firmly.

I put my hand on top of hers for a few strokes and she soon got the hang of it. My Bella is a smart woman and talented in practically everything, I thought hazily as she alternated the speed and intensity of her moves. I closed my eyes and let her do the work, just enjoying the results.

“You can massage the balls too, but not too roughly,” I croaked.

I don’t know how long she stroked my shaft and caressed my balls but it felt like no time at all had passed when I suddenly felt her warm, wet tongue on the tip of my cock. I groaned loudly.

I opened my eyes and saw her licking and stroking me while looking at me straight in the eyes. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Usually it took more than that to make me come. In fact, I was proud of my endurance.

“I’m going to shoot my load soon,” I panted. “You might want to take those gorgeous lips off of me now.”

Instead of doing so, she engulfed as much of me as she could into her mouth, and sucked me while simultaneously stroking the base of my cock.

“Bella, you…uuuh…you don’t need to…need to do that.”

She started stroking faster and sucking harder. I breathed heavily and could feel a sheen of sweat covering my whole body. I also felt the familiar tingle starting to rise but this time it was much more intense. Soon I exploded with shooting stars behind my closed eyelids, grunting and sighing Bella’s name. I shot spurt after spurt of hot come in her eager mouth. When I was finally able to open my eyes and look at her I saw a little trickle of it on the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, and then looked at it dazedly. I hoped she wasn’t disgusted by it, and by me. After all, it might’ve been too much, too soon.

“Bella…dear,” I hesitated. “Was that alright?”

She turned to look at me and a slow smile crept into her face. Then she stuck out her pink little tongue and licked the back of her hand clean like a lazy, satisfied cat.

My stomach lurched at the sight of this, and I knew she wasn’t just any woman. She was special, and not just special in general, but special to me. Unique. This thought made me uncomfortable, and I pushed it to the back of my mind and decided to ignore it completely for the time being.

“My turn,” I told her, getting up from the bed and lifting her in my arms. I unceremoniously but not roughly dropped her on the bed. She squealed and giggled. Bella never giggled, and I didn’t like giggly women…but to my surprise in this context I found it nice. Erotic. Maddening…

“I love what you’re wearing for me. It wouldn’t matter if you were wearing a potato sack, I’d still want you as much, but the stockings are so hot on you. And it makes it even hotter that you’re doing it just for me,” I crooned.

Bella’s face flushed and she looked away abashedly. After making me come harder than ever in my whole life and swallowing my semen, this was what finally made her blush? Well, that was typical Bella, I mused.

I crawled on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her.

“I am going to take off your bra now,” I informed her matter-of-factly and went straight for the clasp and popped it open. I pulled the straps down her shoulders agonizingly slow and then the cups sheltering her magnificent tits. I threw away the bra with relish, and then attacked her chest with my mouth.

She sighed and moaned as I licked the underside of her breast while tweaking the nipple. I fondled and squeezed her tits, licking and sucking on her nipples, even biting them hard enough for it to sting a bit, and then sucking on them again. This made her writhe and wiggle all over the bed and make sounds I had never heard her make before and that defied description.

I would have wanted to pay even more thorough attention to her tits but I was too hungry to finally taste her cunt and make her come. I’d dedicate more time to her tits the next time, I promised to myself, and that made me feel better and settled the matter.

I started moving downwards on her body and trailed a slick trail with my tongue, starting between her tits and going to her belly button and finally stopping at the top of her panties. I bit her thigh, and then laved the slight mark with my tongue. I don’t know what it was about Bella that made me want to bare my teeth and bite her and leave my mark on her. I lusted for the mouth-watering scent coming from her core. I could see the moisture clearly on her blue panties.

I couldn’t help myself, nor see any reason why I should. I bowed my head between her legs and licked at her through her panties. I could taste her muskiness, although it wasn’t as strong as it would be when I’d get them off of her.

“Oh, Edward! Do that again,” she begged, shivering.

I gave her panty covered slit another long lick with the flat of my tongue.

“More, Edward!” she panted, turning her head feverishly.

This time I pulled her panties to the side and my tongue finally touched her naked flesh. It obviously caught her by surprise as she twitched a little, her skin turning into goose flesh. She moaned, making my cock start to harden again. I pulled the panties completely off (but left the stockings) and buried my nose in them, inhaling her scent deeply, sighing with genuine pleasure. Bella watched me with dark, lustful eyes and actually whimpered my name. I kept my eyes on hers while pushing the panties close enough to her face for her to smell. She looked shocked, but not turned off.

I did my best to ease her worries. “Nice girls can smell their panties too, Bella. Nice girls can do almost anything they want that makes them feel good. And if you cease being nice, well, there’s a lot of good to say about naughty girls too.”

She let out a relieved, if also nervous, laugh that broke some of the tension.

I decided it was well past the time that I got serious. I spread her thighs further apart and made myself comfortable between them. Then I used my fingers to part her soaked folds and blew gently at her clit…just a little something to get her full attention. I started licking and sucking her slit with all my expertise and at times nibbling and sucking on her labia. I had been told in the strictest confidence by more than one woman that men almost never did this, although they should. I guess it was the same thing as getting a blowjob that didn’t involve your balls – nothing you could really complain about but it was certainly better if they were included. I was sort of glad that I had the chance of giving Bella the very experiences to compare others to. Bella wouldn’t be one of those women who settled for less than they deserved.

I used a single finger to tease her opening while I flicked at her clit with my tongue, but didn’t dare push it very deep. Bella’s hands grasped my hair tightly as her hips lifted off the bed, the movement seeming almost involuntary.

“Oh! Ahhhh… E- Edward. Something’s coming.”

I raised my face from her cunt, using my fingers to keep on stroking her.

“It’s you, Bella,” I whispered gently. “You’re going to come.”

Then I went back to work on her, and I did that with all seriousness it deserved. I practically attacked her, making all of my movements that much harder and faster, not giving her any chance to back out. Bella was squeezing my head painfully between her thighs but I didn’t care. Soon I felt her going rigid under me, and in a second her cunt was quivering, although so lightly I could barely feel it on the tip of my finger. I was dying to thrust it in completely to really feel her, and to thrust something else even deeper into her to possess her. Instead I grabbed her undulating hips and continued licking her and sucking of all of the juices that now flowed to my tongue. She tasted fabulous and felt…just right, somehow.

Right for someone like me.
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