Hot Bubblegum by SoapyMayhem
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Chapter 30
*~Bella
Swan~*
"Are you fucking serious, girl?" Angela asked with a forkful
of salad suspended in front of her mouth, "Edward Cullen? From the tat shop on La Brea?"
I had a feeling that If I'd waited to tell her what happened after she'd
taken a bite, I'd have been forced into an awkward attempt at the Heimlich
Maneuver, and my friend would probably be dead in minutes.
"Yes... you think he's too old for me, don't you?" I replied
defensively, feeling my face heat with anger and embarrassment. I was already
starting to regret that I'd ever mentioned my steamy night with Edward.
Of course, I didn't dish out all the dirty details, but I did tell Ang
that he fucked me stupid in the back
room at The Blue Rose.
"Bell, I don't think that. You know Ben just turned thirty,
right?"
"Yeah, and you're like twenty-three - no one cares about that. I,
on the other hand, am still a teen, barely
legal as they say." My voice sounded whinier than usual, and I hated
it. Thinking about Edward was turning me into a sniveling mess.
"A lot of guys like barely
legal girls. Apparently Edward does, or he wouldn't have slept with
you," she insisted before finally taking that bite of salad.
"I have a feeling it will really freak him out, seeing pictures of
me from even three years ago. I didn't even have boobs then," I complained
before finding my lower lip firmly trapped by my teeth.
"This whole idea of Edward seeing some picture of you and getting
freaked out is a bit ridiculous, Bell. I mean, yeah, they were kind of recent,
but that's not you anymore. That was you as a kid. You're a woman now, so start acting like one," Angela
said sternly, effectively snapping me out of the funk I was in.
"Yes, Mother," I retorted primly before poking my tongue out
at her in a childish manner.
She shook her head in feigned annoyance before a wicked gleam shined
through her stern expression. "Now, if you really want to have an adult
conversation - let's talk dick size,"
she whispered impishly.
My mouth hung open as color filled my cheeks.
"What would Ben think?" I replied accusingly.
"Ben and me, we're secure. I just want to know because I'll never
have a reason to find out myself. Besides, Edward Cullen is fuckhot - those
lips and eyes - that fucking wild hair..." she sighed dreamily for a
moment, making my jaw clench with irrational jealousy. "You struck gold
with that one."
.
.
.
After lunch and several minutes of me refusing to divulge how big Edward's
dick was - and it was big - Ang came
over to check out my new apartment. Aside from Mom and Phil stopping by to make
sure I was okay, Ang ended up being my first guest.
Ang was a co-worker, my makeup artist, and a few years older than me.
She also had plenty of friends her own age, but she was still the best friend I
had - the only person I felt I could confide in who wouldn't run to the gossip
rags and dish out my dirty secrets. That was why she was the first person I
called to help me decide how to act around Edward at my appointment on Monday.
I was all for walking into The Blue Rose and simply pretending that the
whole thing was just a wonderfully erotic dream or something that was a common
occurrence for both of us - nothing special, just fucking, but if Edward showed
me any sign that he still wanted something more - wanted me... well, I didn't
think it was a good idea to get my hopes up.
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