A/N This is a short piece I wrote for A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words:Fireworks mini edition contest on Facebook. The image I used can be found on my Facebook April DawnBreaker or on the Facebook Group for the contest. The image I used tied for the Roman Candle Award for Best Virgin Image.

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Regret Nothing

If you had told me 10 years ago I'd be where I'm at right now, I would've laughed in your face.

If you'd said the same thing again 5 years ago, I still wouldn't have believed you.

It wasn't until 6 months ago, when the emails started, that I even thought there'd be a possibility I'd get a shot at my college crush.

Edward Cullen was every girl's wet dream in college. He was a charmer, a real ladies man, as well as a brother in a fraternity that my sorority normally paired with. Needless to say, I saw a lot of Edward Cullen, especially senior year when we both served as president of our chapters.

I haven't seen Edward since college finished, so in November when I received an email from E. Cullen I was shook. Has it been 5 years since we graduated college?

After exchanging several emails, we planned a reunion for Memorial Day weekend with the whole college crew. After several emails; the venue was booked, lodging was reserved, food ordered, entertainment booked and an extravagant fireworks show organized. Edward and I decided to meet before everyone arrived Friday, to make sure everything was in line. That's when my world flipped on its axis.

Seeing him in person instantly brought back all of the attraction I've felt for him since the first day I laid eyes on him. Thankfully I packed extra underwear because I was definitely ruining mine right now.

I'd never believed that Edward saw me in the same light I saw him, but when he ignored everyone else at the reunion and kept those vivid emerald eyes on me all night, I realized I'd been wrong.

After watching the fireworks show that evening and enjoying a glass of champagne together, I was eager to see if I could make my fantasies a reality. When he kissed me under the fireworks and whispered, "let's get out of here" I didn't hesitate.

The agonizingly long elevator ride to the floor where both our rooms were located, did nothing to dissipate the sexual tension mounting between us. We practically ran to my room since it was closer and before the door was shut, clothes were flying off.

While standing naked as the day we were born, just taking each other in, he confessed that he'd carried a torch for me for years, but didn't think I was interested. I practically tackled him after that.

We spent what seemed like hours exploring, savoring, relishing and devouring one another. His cock in all its glory was by far the best I had ever had. Being brought to climax by his expert tongue and fingers was far more explosive than any firework in the sky that night. I felt no shame screaming his name as we rode out our orgasms together.

I plan to have my taste before he leaves this room.

Now laying here basking in the warm afterglow of the most amazing sex ever, I regret nothing.