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This is outtake is of Edward and Bella's first date. This would have been right before the Epilogue.

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Irrefutable Attraction – Outtake 1

First Date ...

I felt like a damn girl getting ready for my first date with Bella. I primped, plucked and even pounded one out today. I'm fucking horny as hell ... so sue me. While I was manscaping, both hands were in the vicinity, so I decided to reward myself with a little play before the date. I was going to be on my best behavior this evening, so I needed to relieve some sexual tension that I had going on in my boxer briefs.

It took me half the day to get everything done, so that my date with Bella would be perfect. Even a trip to my barber Alec was on the agenda, so he could get the wooly- mammoth-of-a–head-of- hair under semi-control.

I also took my sister's advice and bought my girl a bouquet of flowers. I tried choosing something as pretty as Bella but nothing even came close to her beauty, so I choose something I thought she would like, pink roses. Girls like pink, right?

The plans were that I would pick-up Bella at her place, at seven. I had some plans but none of them really seemed to be worthy of a first date with the girl that rocked my world. Bowling was fucking boring, the movies-although dark and a good place to cop a feel-seemed cliché. I wanted to woo my girl since we had come to the agreement that we were going to let this 'thing' that was swirling around between the two of us, take its course. Whether that meant it was a short lived or long lasting, I was hoping for the latter. So really I had no plans other than dinner and just spending time with her to get to know her better. I never, and I repeat never, had wanted to get to know a girl before Bella came along. It was only about sex and meeting my needs.

This was uncharted territory for Edward Cullen.

I wanted to have a relationship with Bella and I wanted to prove to her that I could be a one woman man. History doesn't lie, and I had been with my fair share of broads over the years, but when I saw Bella working in the coffee shop next to Rosalie, my world stopped.

Even though it took me a year to get up the nerve to talk to her-which was crazy, I know- I was glad that we finally had connected, and were making a point to find out if we would make a good fit.

I knew my cock would fit just perfectly inside her warm pussy, but I wanted to make sure that she was the girl for me, not someone that would just pass my time. Her body was killer, and I wanted to get me a piece of that, but I was in no hurry to rush what could possibly be the best relationship I'd ever have. Jane in eighth grade could hardly be considered a relationship, but as far as they go ... that was the last known one I had had. The other girls that came in and out my life were just fucks. Some good, some bad and some really fucking awesome, but I had a feeling that Bella would be off the charts spectacular.

When the dryer beeped, alerting me that my jeans were finished, I pulled them on over my grey boxer briefs, slipping my black Affliction t-shirt on over my head. I sprayed some Versace cologne on my chest and a squirt for good measure down the front of my jeans. Rosalie had given me the cologne at Christmas so I was sure Bella would like it. I took one last look in the mirror even though I knew I looked fucking hot, and then I headed to Bella's. I was ready to get this date rolling.

I took my bike because I was a selfish bastard ... I wanted Bella holding on to my body, hugging me tight. I had to have some physical contact with the girl, so this was my way of making sure that it happened. Can't blame a guy for trying, right?

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I wasn't sure if this was the best idea or not, but I had agreed to go out with Edward. It really was my idea to stop all the stupid pranks and give 'us' a try, so … here we are, almost ready for our first date.

The thing about Edward is, he's drop dead gorgeous, which makes me a bit apprehensive that his manwhore ways would temporarily be on hold. I'm going to be on high-alert for any signs of game playing, because come on … I had to rectify his phone contact situation. I deleted every last one of the floozies off of his phone, which made me happy and pissed at the same time. I mean, who categorizes girls by their breast size and hair color. ONLY A MANWHORE!

I still wasn't convinced that I could reform a womanizer

My mind was made up, I was going to give this a shot to see if he truly was rehabilitated. I also decided in advance that I wasn't going to put out on our date… no way, no how. My pussy was going to be locked up tighter than Fort Knox.

After my shower I took the time to dry my hair and round brush it, normally I'd let it air-dry. I put Velcro rollers in next for extra body, and then applied my makeup. My eyelids were soft gray with smoky charcoal in the creases. Then I applied my black liquid eyeliner finishing up with a cat eye swipe just above my upper lashes, which fanned out and looked fabulous in my blackest black mascara. My blush was light and my lips nude with a gloss coating.

I weighed my options on clothing choices and after much consideration, there was no way I was going to wear a mini skirt or anything with easy access. So I decided on a pair of skinny black Capri pants and a silver sequined tank top. Strappy flat sandals would be just fine. I had no idea if he was picking me up on his motorcycle or not, so this outfit would be safe in all respects.

My toes were painted cherry red and my bush was trimmed and sugared, but not because I thought I was going to get it on. It just so happened to be my scheduled appointment with my sugar gal. She always made sure I looked spot on in the vag department.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror - fluffing my hair - and thought I passed. I didn't look like I went to too much trouble for the date, but I looked nice enough that Edward would be proud to take me out in public, and maybe show me off a bit. If he even did that kind of thing.

My cell phone ringing caught me off guard, making my heart race and me jump. I had been in deep thought about how I'd look on the arm of Edward Cullen. In my daydream, it was quite nice, making more than a few girls, pissed off. I wondered how taking Edward "Manwhore" Cullen off the market would fair with the ladies, but I couldn't give a fuck. If this worked out there would be ladies crying themselves to sleep at night. I laughed at my inner wickedness.

"Hey Rose, what's up?" I rubbed my lips together still looking in the mirror in my bedroom.

"I just wanted to double check to see if you were ready for your date with my baby bro."

"Um, yeah. I just finished getting ready.

"He wouldn't tell me where he was taking you, believe me … I tried to get that shit outta him."

"No worries, Rose. I'm just gonna go with the flow." I giggled nervously. I had no idea why I was acting like this, it was just a date.

"Well, just don't do anything I wouldn't do." She laughed, and then got serious. "And I so DO NOT need any gory details, Bella. That's just gross … ya know?"

"Rose! It's not like that. We are going out for dinner, that's it. I don't plan on banging your brother!"

"Kay. Have fun and I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Okay, see ya."

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Edward was right on time. I heard a light tap on my apartment door, and quickly went to let him inside.

"Hi."

"Hi, Edward." I smiled at the smiling face standing just inside my door, holding a beautiful bouquet of tiny pink roses.

"Hey, these are for you." He handed me the bouquet, kissing me on the cheek. "Sorry but they kinda got a little messed up on the way here, cause I rode my motorcycle." He shrugged.

"They're beautiful, thank you. I'll just go put these in water real quick."

Edward nodded and followed me to the kitchen.

After putting the pink roses in the vase with water, I took his hand and asked what our plans were.

"I don't really have any to be honest; I just want to spend time with you. We can go to dinner … your choice of course, and then we could hang out?" He looked a bit nervous not having specific plans, but I was completely fine with that.

"Yeah, that sounds great. You want to go to the Plaza and eat or a hole in the wall restaurant?"

"Like I said, it's your choice. I'm down for anything."

"Well then, let's go to the Plaza and eat at the fondue place. I've always wanted to try it."

I climbed on the back of Edward's bike, wrapping my arms around his stomach, hugging him tightly. I was already enjoying my evening, and we hadn't even left the apartment I complex yet. Edward was tucked into my body, his ass touching my girlie parts, the inside of my thighs touching the outside of his. My fingers interlocked keeping me securely on his bike, and my nose was just barely touching in between his shoulder blades. The scent of Edward was deliciously strong, in such close proximity.

It was the best scent I'd ever smelled.

It was cologne, cigarillos and uniquely Edward, it was divine. I felt him chuckle as I inhaled taking a deep breath and then exhaled, like I was in yoga class or something.

He looked over his left shoulder, cocking his brow at me.

I blushed.

"Ready?"

I nodded my answer, quickly inhaling his delicious scent once more.

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We were escorted to a booth in a quiet corner of the fondue restaurant, by a blonde that was eye-fucking Edward. I was pleasantly surprised when he seemed oblivious to her annoying display of attention. I wanted to punch her between the eyes, but refrained and summoned my inner peaceful goddess.

Edward, test number one ... Pass!

Neither one of us had been here before, so it was quite the experience. The dim lighting in the room added to the ambiance, along with Edward sitting so close to me. He was closer than one would normally sit, if you were actually eating. His solid shoulder touched mine, and I felt a sizzling energy between us. His hand rested on my knee, as his thumb made tiny circles on the fabric of my pants, while he looked over the menu. My pulse quickened at the feel of such an innocent touch, even in public. At this point, I was all for skipping dinner and going straight for the dessert portion of our meal, which may or may not have included the chocolate fondue.

I chastised myself for having those types of thoughts, when I specifically remembered telling myself that no funny business was going down this evening. I had also assured Rose, that nothing other than dinner was going to happen.

I was such a lying whore it wasn't even funny, especially where Edward was concerned.

Tingles coursed through my body and my face started heating up; I could feel a tiny bit of warmth traveling down my chest. Edward's touch owned me and I couldn't figure out how I was going to keep my composure while we ate. I needed a little space without his hands on me even though I wanted them on me badly.

My brain tried deciphering the words on the menu in front of me, but my body was on a wayward path of sexual indecencies. I rubbed my thighs together absentmindedly, trying to remedy the feeling of needing Edward's touch.

Foreplay ... licking, sucking, nipping, and ... fuck!

When Edward looked at me in question, I shook my head in hopes of erasing the yummy thoughts dancing around in my head, and in my panties. For a split second I thought he read my mind.

"Are you thinking dessert?" Edward looked at me out of the corner of his eye, with a sweet-ass cocky grin.

"Um ... no! I mean, yes ... later, I guess." I hoped I had played it off, but I was sure he read right through my bullshit.

"Kay, just checking if we're on the same page." He winked, licking his lips, and I was done... so fucking done. Instant panty-wetting juices escaped my throbbing pussy.

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Edward held the skewer with a chunk of bread on it. I watched in awe, with my lip tucked under my teeth as he dragged it through the pot of cheese, swirling it as he brought it up out of the fondue pot, into his waiting mouth.

It was sensual, when it shouldn't have been.

I speared a piece of the bread and started for the delicious melted cheese. His hand stopped me before I could get it into the pot.

"Here ... let me." He took the skewer from my hand, and I watched as he made another drag and swirl through the cheese. He held his tongue at the side of his mouth in concentration as he guided the skewer of yumminess into my open mouth.

"Mmm..." I moaned like a whore in church at the delicious cheesy -goodness warming my mouth.

Edward cleared his throat, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Damn,Baby." I could tell he did a little readjust under the table.

"Oh, Edward ... this is so damn good." I held my hand out to take the skewer from him but he held it just out of my reach.

"Nope ... I'm going to feed you until our next course is served. I love making you moan like that."

I nudged him with my upper body, laughing. "It was the cheese, Edward. It had nothing to do with you feeding it to me." He popped another bite into his mouth and then readied another bite for me.

"Hmpf ... and I thought I did that to you."

"Maybe later." Holy shit, did I just say that?

"I might just hold you to that, Beautiful." He turned his attention to the waiter that placed our salads in front of us. "Would you please bring my girl a Screaming Orgasam?"

The waiter stopped minutely, "yes, of course, and for you sir?"

"I'll have another beer."

I was in shock at his drink request, but kept my cool. "Couldn't wait for the one tonight, Edward?"

"Wha ... What?"

"My screaming orgasam." I licked a bit of cheese from my upper lip.

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Bella decided that after dinner she would like to cruise around on my bike for awhile, and I was cool with that. As long as she was holding me, I was more than happy.

I loved the fact that she kept breathing me in. I felt her nose more than once in between my shoulder blades and I pressed my back to her a few times. I wanted so badly to do the same with her, but it was impossible on the bike. Instead, I rubbed her hands that were hugging my abs. I would definitely consume some part of her this evening, once we finally decided on where we were going.

The warm night air whipped through our hair, as we cruised through quaint little neighborhoods, winding us back to her apartment. At the last stoplight she invited me over to watch a movie. So that's where we're headed right now.

Our date had turned out to be dinner and a movie. How original.

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Bella's apartment was the picture of perfection. It was spotless and everything had a place. Her couch was pretty big for the apartment, but perfect for watching movies. She had a soft looking yellow blanket thrown over the back of it. I pictured her lying naked on the couch with nothing but that soft fabric covering her luscious body, and then my dick twitched so I moved that thought from my brain. The coffee table was neat with a few books stacked in one corner, and a three white wooden candle sticks with yellow candles stuck in them, next to the books. The remote was in a bowl in the center of the table, and a small stack of mirrored coasters were placed neatly on the table as well.

I pictured myself living here with her but quickly put that out of my head, I was getting too far ahead of myself. This was our first date, and hopefully there would be a second, but I was skipping a few steps in between.

"Want a drink? Beer, Coke, water?"

"Sure, I'll have a Coke, please?"

"I'm going to pop some popcorn; I can't watch a movie without it. I'm weird like that."

"What movie?" I shouted towards the kitchen.

"Your choice, I like everything on the shelf."

Damn, I hoped there was a good scary movie we could watch so that she would curl up to me, but she said she liked everything. I ended up with Twilight or some shit like that. I knew it was all the rage at some point so I figured I could sit through it.

Vampires were kinda cool.

"Here." Bella plopped down beside me with our Cokes and a bowl of popcorn. My arm snaked around her shoulders, pulling her to my side, and she snuggled in nicely.

I'm not sure at what point in the movie that we started kissing, but it was so nice. Oh yeah, it was when the vampire guy kissed the girl on her bed. It made my girl a little hot because her pulse quickened and her eyes looked all dreamy like. I took that as my queue and leaned in for the magic moment. My dick was on auto-pilot, he was almost busting out of my jeans.

"Edward, let's get more comfortable." Bella panted, as our kiss heated up. "Bedroom." She ordered.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wanted her to know that I was willing to take things slowly, even though my dick had other plans.

"Baby, we don't need to rush." Please don't agree with me.

"Okay, we don't have to do anything but I'd still like to lie in my bed with you. I want you to hold me, we can just kiss."

Fucking hell ... she agreed

"Kay doll, let's go get comfy." I picked her up in my arms, and walked us to the bed at the end of the hall.

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One thing lead to another and by the time midnight rolled around, we had kissed, hugged, massaged one another, talked and shared dreams for the future.

There wasn't any funny business that went on, much to my disappointment, but I held true to my word that I would be a gentleman and take things slowly.

One of the best parts of our time on the bed was when we shared a fantasy.

"Edward, tell me what your fantasy would be. You know ... between us, I mean." Her kisses on my neck were driving me insane but I kept my boy in my pants and fought through the pain.

"Well ... I have lots of fantasies, baby. But, the one that I keep thinking about is this." I rolled to my side so that I could see her face as I told her exactly what I wanted to do with her.

"It would be like me telling you to be quiet, and turn around, and bend over. I would devour your sweet little pussy, get it nice and wet and then ease my big cock into it." I could see her eyes flutter and her breathing pick up. "I'd fuck you slowly at first; make you beg to be pounded by daddy. Then I'd fuck you SO hard and deep that your pussy explodes all over my cock. Right before I'm ready to cum, I'd turn you around and shoot it down your throat."

Bella's hands were skimming over my chest as I told her my fantasy. She licked her lips several times, wetting them and sucking her bottom lip in her mouth. Her tits were heavily bobbing up and down during my fantasy reveal. When I was finished, I leaned in kissing her long and hard.

"And what's yours, beautiful?"

"Um...that! Wha ... what you just said." Blinking her pretty eyes at me, I could tell she wanted me to take her right here and now but I had to prove myself, and this was the perfect opportunity.

I nodded, smiling at my sweet girl. "One of these days, baby."

She finally found her voice. "And then we'd live happily ever after." Her smile was fan-fucking-tasitc, it was pure sunshine.

It was the best motherfucking date I'd ever had. No kidding.

And the rest is history. I never really left Bella's apartment that day. She went to work, and came back to one a dinner that I prepared. We hung out and watched more movies, talked and laid in bed again, revealing more about ourselves. We took it nice and slow, and eventually all of my things were moved into her apartment.

We both went to college and graduated. I proposed, she said yes, we bought a house in a quiet neighborhood and we lived happily ever after.

THE END!

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So Eddie was reformed. Did you think it was possible? I think he turned out pretty damn awesome!

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