EmPOV

“Dude, she’s probably on her way to her room right now.” Emmett laughed. “She is going to be so pissed at me when she sees her costume. It’s a tad bit shorter than what she wanted. She cannot get too upset though. It’s the exact costume she wanted. Only difference is I had a tailor make some alterations.” With a mischievous smile, I looked at Jasper.

“Emmett, it is your funeral! You are going to be in for it once we get home. I cannot say that I blame you though. It is time that Bella steps out of her shell. I daresay she needs to get laid just as badly as we do.”

“I know. I still cannot believe she’s still a virgin!” Thinking of it made me lick my lips. I couldn’t help it as unbidden thoughts came to my mind.

“Tell me about it. Though, I don’t forget as often as I wish I could”

I couldn’t say anything to that. With how Jasper just said that, I am sure that his thoughts were in the same place as mine were. She was like a sister to both of us and we were all best friends. But the simple fact was she wasn’t our sister. This made her come to mind, in sexual positions, more than she knew.

Ugh, I really need to get laid before I do something I regret.

BPOV

What in the hell was he thinking?!?!? 

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had walked into my room and put my stuff down. Looking at my bed I found the costume that I asked Emmett to pick up for me, starring back up at me. Or should I say the small portion of the outfit that was left? Emmett took it upon himself to have it shortened, drastically.

Shaking my head, I had to give this round to him though. He technically got the costume that I wanted, which is all I specifically asked for. Mental note: Spell it out more clearly next time. Emmett took it upon himself to have it altered to the way he likes it. Instead of the medieval lady that I wanted to be, I am going to be the medieval slut. I shook my head again. Oh well, I was too exhausted from work at this point to care. Maybe it is better late than never to start acting sexy to match these outfits.

There was an hour until the party. I shrugged off my work clothes and hopped into the shower. While in the shower a wave of sexual tension came over me at the thought of tonight. Thoughtlessly, my hand went to the area between my thighs and I started to relieve myself, without putting a finger in, just rubbing. 

There was something about tonight that I couldn’t shake. Like a piece of my own personal mess of a puzzle was going to be found. Just thinking of it made me wet and I started to ache. My body spammed as it released my heat. I have never used a vibrator.  I wanted the first thing to enter me be real, not fake. Something needed to happen though, and quick. This wasn’t working anymore.

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