FAP by107yearoldvirgin.pdf

FAP by107yearoldvirgin

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6759504/1/

Chapter 1

BPOV

It was as if my fingers were made of lead, wrapped together with twist ties and

sealed over the top with Super Glue.

I couldn't type.

My eyes felt like they were bleeding and full of fiberglass due to the amount of

time spent at my computer staring at the same passage over and over again.

Maybe if I started from the top and read it through, inspiration would strike

again? I was desperate for it, because I'd given myself a certain amount of time

to write the first twenty chapters of my novel, and…it just didn't seem to be

happening.

Either I had developed the worst case of writer's block in history…or I was going

to have to trash everything and start over.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and counted to ten before opening them

and reading through the beginning of the chapter again. My heroine was sitting

by the sea, waiting for her lost lover to return from a voyage that had ended

presumably in his death. She was sad and heartbroken thinking that he'd never

return…

Irina sighed and laid her back against the cold, damp sand, watching her hair rise

and fall with the wind coming off of the sea. She closed her eyes and imagined

him there, walking towards her from the foggy shoreline. His rippling chest

muscles beneath tattered clothing. Eyes as dark as the stormy ocean waves that

had been rumored to have taken his life.

She turned her body sideways to curl her legs into her chest, her hands gliding

across the bodice that held her together so tightly, allowing her bountiful breasts

to spill from the top, her pink pebbled love buttons threatening to pop out of their

rigid home. She shivered at the thought of his lips there, the memory lingering

after so many lonely months.

"Laurent," she whispered, knowing that her words would be swallowed by the

sound of waves. Her mind fought through her sadness to pull the images of him,

naked and warm beneath her the night before he boarded his vessel. She'd

kissed him with as much fervor as she could muster, letting herself become lost

in his touch.

Her hands trailed over her breasts as she remembered his lips kissing her

hungrily. With one firm tug, she pulled the bodice lower and allowed the salty sea

air to assault her already aching nubs. A moan left her mouth as she caressed a

thumb over each and shuddered visibly.

He'd taken that bodice in his hands and ripped it apart, allowing her hefty bosom

to bounce in his face. He had smiled and licked all over her pale, white skin,

making her thrash about in ecstasy as she was brought to the pinnacle of passion

by his mouth on her chest.

As the memory took hold, she allowed herself to sink her feet into the sand, her

knees widening beneath her gauzy skirt as her hands drifted lower across her

abdomen and between her thighs. She let her mouth fall open as her fingers

pressed the delicate center of her aroused flower. Her moans became louder as

she conjured up more memories of her beloved Laurent pressing his turgid

manhood into her lustily and filling her so thoroughly that she ached and felt split

in two.

"Finish with me," he'd growled as he picked up his pace, throwing her to her back

and assaulting her breasts again and again until she did reach her climax and was

sent soaring into the stratosphere as everything went black and her body went

limp under his.

Irina cried out at the release as it washed over her again at the thoughts that had

invaded her mind. She felt herself let go and her fingers stopped their

ministrations, now silky wet with her expulsion. As she came down from her high,

she began to sob, feeling as though she had betrayed him by pleasing herself

when she should have been grieving.

…

...

I stared at the screen and sighed. I was stuck.

"Bella?"

With a groan, I closed my laptop and scooted away from the desk.

"Bellaaaa?"

"Coming, James," I called as cheerfully as I could. The older gentleman that I

cared for during the day usually slept a little later than three, but he was up and

about so it was my job to help him after his nap.

James was propped up on his bed, his arms folded across his chest as he waited

for me to appear in his doorway. A naughty smirk crossed his wrinkled face as he

gave me a wink.

"You gonna give an old man his dying wish and crawl in between the sheets with

me today, babyface?" He wiggled his white eyebrows and gave a kissy noise

while I scrunched my nose and rolled my eyes.

"Not if you were the last man on Earth and your ball bags held enough man

batter to repopulate the planet," I retorted with a snicker.

He laughed loudly and slapped his knee. "That's my girl. I'll leave you a five dollar

bill in my Will…"

Now that probably wasn't a joke. The old coot was always going on about how

much it cost him to have in-home care. I wouldn't be surprised if I actually ended

up having to chip in for his funeral when he finally decided he'd had enough of his

time in the bed he'd been restricted to. Sometimes I could get him into his

wheelchair and take him on walks around his property, but the weather in

Washington was so murky as it was, that the majority of his time was spent

sleeping, reading or watching television.

The job was easy because of that fact. I cleaned bedpans and helped him shift

from side to side to eliminate bedsores. Otherwise, he kept to himself and I kept

his house clean until his daughter, Bree, would come home from work to take

over for the evening.

It really worked out to my advantage to have a day job that left me open to do as

I wished. I was allowed to write as much as I could fit into the hours of my day,

and then I went to some classes at the Community College at night three times a

week to work towards my degree in English. I'd failed a few classes and lost my

financial assistance, so I'd had to make the decision to come back home and get

a job. It was time to knuckle down and go to the local college and find my focus.

I figured having a degree would help me look more credible when I started

sending out my manuscript to publishing houses. After all, only a few writers that

I knew of had made it big without having a degree behind them. I didn't want to

risk that chance.

The rest of the day went by in a blur and by the time Bree showed up, I was

running late for my class. She gave me her usual apologies about traffic and

being held up at work. And I knew I couldn't really be upset about it because she

was doing her best to care for her father in his old age. She probably didn't want

to rush home to care for him anymore than I wanted to wipe his ass on a daily

basis.

Bree and I understood each other to that extent.

I waved goodbye to her, telling her that I thought her new hair cut looked nice,

even though she had been much more attractive with longer brown hair than the

shorter, shoulder length black-dyed-bob she had acquired during her lunch hour.

Bree had probably been attractive at one point in her life, but the death of her

mother, Victoria, had been very traumatic for her. Add on caring for her ailing

father and the lack of any type of social life, and the result was that Bree had

become a shell of the woman she could have been if her life had taken a different

turn.

At the rate I was going, my life might end up much the same as hers…

Pushing that thought from my mind, I headed towards the campus and ducked

into my class ten minutes late. Slipping through the door as quietly as possible, I

climbed onto the only empty stool at the high tables that were afforded to us for

the lab. Professor Gerandy simply gave me a dirty look and turned back to the

whiteboard, raking his green marker noisily over the board and making my eyes

squint each time he dotted an 'I'.

"Bunny."

My shoulders stiffened and I pulled my laptop from its bag, placing it on the table

instead of responding.

"Bunny. Bunneh…Bunneh…Bunnybunnybunnybunny…"

I shot a dirty look his way and glared. "Stop calling me that, you immature

prick."

His eyes widened and he snapped his teeth together happily, his gum popping

and crackling in his back teeth. "You love it."

"Never have, 'Wardo." I opened my laptop, shielding my face from his.

Edward Masen's long fingers appeared over the top of my screen and he folded it

down from his side of the table. Green eyes twinkled with mischief as he popped

another bubble. "I just wanted to borrow a pencil. You don't have to be such a

bitch."

Rolling my eyes, I sighed and dug around in my book bag, pulling out a

mechanical pencil and handing it to him without looking his way. "Sorry. I'm just

going off of all of my other interactions with you for the past ten years. You're

usually an asshole. Call it a Pavlovian response to your voice," I trailed off and

put my attention to the professor as he droned on.

Just as I felt my eyes starting to droop, Gerandy dropped a bomb on us. "Partner

up. Lab is due in two weeks." He waved some papers around and handed them

out as people began to slide their stools together. In a panic, I turned around to

look for someone to couple up with and was met with the amused laugh of

Edward Mindfuck Masen.

"Jesus," I muttered under my breath.

Edward waved for the papers from Gerandy, never dropping his eyes from my

irritated face. Once he had them in his hands, he scooted his stool over to mine

and slapped the copies down on the tabletop.

"I have to pee," I sighed and slipped off of my chair to head to the bathroom.

Substantial space from Edward was needed at that moment before I hauled off

and hit him upside the head. I decided to take a moment to settle down in the

girl's room. No one in this entire world could fluster me as badly as he could. I'd

known it since I was ten years old. And while I was surprised to find him in my

class on our first day, I'd had every intention of letting sleeping dogs lie and

giving him the benefit of the doubt about having grown up in the three years

since we'd graduated.

Within the first minute he'd called me Bunny and I knew he'd never change. I'd

been an idiot to think otherwise.

But having him as a lab partner?

Ugh.

If I believed in Karma, then it would lead me to believe that I was getting pay

back for some severely reprehensible crime at the moment.

Maybe I had known where Jimmy Hoffa was buried and never told the cops…

With a huge sigh, I washed my hands in the sink and re-secured my ponytail,

making sure there were no bumps on the crown of my head. I swiped at the dark

rings under my eyes, laughing a little when I realized that they weren't caused by

runny makeup. Just by my own self-doubt eating me alive from the inside out.

One last glance at my tired brown eyes in the mirror and I pushed away from the

sink, shuffling into the hallway and down the corridor towards the lab room again.

Pulling my sweatshirt down over my hands, I bunched the material in my fists

and opened the door with my foot to step inside.

Which is when I stopped dead in my tracks.

Edward was hunched over my computer, his face pressed close to the screen and

his hand clutching the back of his bright red neck. My heart stopped and then

restarted thunderously as I darted towards him and grabbed my computer from

his shaking hand.

His eyes lifted to mine, wet with tears and laughter as he released his neck and

offered up both hands in innocence.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I seethed, noting that he was indeed

looking at my story. "This is private property and you could go to jail…"

He choked on his laughter and ran a hand through his wayward dark-honey-

colored locks. The front stood on end as he chuckled, gasping for breath.

"Oh, Bunny Swan…" he started, shaking his head as if he were disappointed. "Do

your parents know what kind of a sexual deviant you are?"

Chapter 2

BPOV

I moved to Washington in fifth grade. Trust me when I say that I still remember

it like it was yesterday. Growing up in a military family made us nomads of sorts,

since my father was in the Air Force, as was my grandfather. My mom went to

school on base and once she and my dad made goo-goo eyes at each other by

the pool, it was all over. They married while she was still in high school and then

BAM – baby Bella.

Being that they were used to moving around so much, we never really settled

down until I was in fifth grade. Half of the school year was already over by the

time I walked into that classroom.

I remember that my outfit didn't match.

And I also remember that the first person I laid eyes on was Edward Masen.

He was adorable with his untamed hair, chubby cheeks and a devious look in his

eyes. I noticed that he had one foot propped up on his desk as he looked me over

like a piece of meat. Like a ten year old bad ass.

I'd taken my seat next to a tiny redhead who promptly told me to steer clear of

him. By the next day she told me that Edward had been telling people on the

playground that he was going to make me his.

Fat chance.

I was nobody's, much less some guy who hadn't even introduced himself to me.

Little Red ended up being a plethora of gossip and would give me daily accounts

of when Edward was looking at me, and what he had said about me. By the

second week that I had been there, I had had enough. Edward was standing off

to the side of the playground in an open field, beyond the perimeter where the

rest of the kids were playing.

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