The After School Special
I looked at the clock again and shifted ever so slightly in my chair. Why were these lab tables so unrelentingly low? The stools were too high, the table too low, it was like some kind of crotch torture device. And my crotch was being tortured today. Bella, apparently, has gotten it into her mind that she is feeling brave, and has scooted her too-high stool closer to me than usual. It wasn't just the standard mind numbingly potent scent of her blood that was wreaking havoc on me today, she had switched shampoos or lotions or something. It was some kind of berry…strawberry? No it had to be tropical, and it was filling my mind with crazy restrained lust. I had gotten through most of the period by focusing on the boring thoughts of Angela, who was frantically trying to wrap her mind around the topic, and listening to Alice run through the short list of everything that was in her closet. It was enough to put me to sleep, if I could sleep.
Until 'brave Bella' decided to twist just the tiniest bit closer to me and the combo of her blood and….kiwi! That's what it was, kiwi girly products hit me. The control on my mind was lost and I was imaging what kind of product it must be and where she must be using it. Was it a body lotion that she smoothed all over her naked skin? Was it a shampoo that she lathered into her hair, while she was naked in the shower? Was it some kind of perfume that she sprayed on herself? Naked? Why she would be naked for perfume I wasn't sure, but I went with it. She sighed a little, out of boredom. My overactive mind immediately turned it into a sigh of desire. Is that what she'd sound like, sighing into my ear as I rammed into her? Hmmmm….
I'd have to be careful, she was breakable, but oh how I'd like to break her…with my sexual prowess. Then it happened.
Bella looked over at me, cautiously, and I tried to swallow and smile at the same time. All I wanted to do was scream out in pain. My lust filled mind had finally overworked itself and that bang was my cock hitting against the too low table. I wanted to cry, if I could cry. It was just another injustice of being a vampire, rock hard body, rock hard abs (high five to self), rock hard dick. It had instantly hardened, and instantly slammed into the table. Bella looked back up front to the boring lecture on insect husbandry or some other useless topic and I tried to covertly slide my hand under the table and examine the damage.
Yep, just as I suspected, I'd left a dent. Sorry little Edward, I'll try to be more careful in the future. He just throbbed in anger, or lust, still wasn't sure. Damn kiwis.
They had the heater up too high again in the damn classroom. I felt myself sweat once more against the three layers I was wearing: cami, long sleeved shirt, and light jacket. For Christ's sake it was April, it shouldn't still be 40 degrees outside. But it was, because this was the weather hell Forks had become. A hell where I was always over dressed because it constantly looked like it was about to snow. Everyone else was wearing t-shirts and tank-tops because it was 'spring'. It can't be Spring if it looks exactly like it did in Winter, and Summer, and Fall. Their refusal to adhere to weather related clothing restraints agitated me, and I sweat further.
So it was with my sweaty self that I had inched closer to Edward today. The boy never radiated body heat, ever. It was like he was a snake or something. And short of lying across the cold table top, or ripping all my clothes off I wasn't going to get any kind of release. He seemed surprised by my inching closer; he had remained almost stock-still for the first half of the period. I wasn't even taking notes today, just wasn't in the mood, and Angela looked like she was doing a good enough job, I'd just ask her. She also looked confused, maybe I should take notes. I sighed, both at the prospect of taking notes and because another trickle of sweat had rolled down my back and into my ass crack. Honestly, how did these girls do it here? I'd be freezing if I was wearing a layer less, but now I had sweat so much that I couldn't take the layer off, it'd show off all my sweat stains. And I'd rather die than have Edward Cullen be subject to my…
What was that? It was coming from my abnormally still lab partner, and I shifted my gaze to the left ever so slightly. He looked like he was in pain; he swallowed and then gave me a weak smile. I just turned back to the front. Maybe his foot slipped, or he banged his knee, or…was his hand going down toward his lap? Yep, he was about to adjust himself. I couldn't help it, I kept watching out of my peripheral vision as his long, slender, fingers slowly worked down his leg and under the table. And then it stayed there. What was he doing…was he going to fondle himself in class? Were his balls that itchy? I mean I knew guys had itchy ball problems but that was just crass. Must be touching himself. Ooohhh….Edward Cullen pleasuring himself, my body instantly heated up further, another bead of sweat running down my back. This was going to be a long period.
As I was examining the damage and petting my poor, injured, manhood I caught Bella watching me. Then the air around her changed, sparked, and I could sense her heart start pounding just the slightest bit more, the kiwi wafting off of her in a heady wave, and she shifted on her stool. Was she? No. Well…probably. Most of the girls in this school thought scandalous and erotic thoughts of me. I'd catch them every once in a while, imagining me in various stages of undress giving them ultimate pleasure. Most of the time it just amused me, one of the times it was actually Tyler Crowley which was disturbing. But the thought of Bella, all naked and swooning beneath me, moaning my name, begging me to give it to her…
DAMN IT! God that hurt! Why…cursed low table.
Okay, what was that? It's not his feet; he's perfectly situated on the stool. It's not him knocking his knee because he has barely moved other than putting his hand underneath to stroke himself. Haha. Edward Cullen was trying to rub one out during 5th period Biology, and I was about to witness it. Right…I should be so lucky, nice try overactive imagination. But something strange is happening. That banging under the table, with his hand under there, near his crotch…
Oh shit he looked at me again. He caught me staring. Fuck. Look back at the front, focus on the lesson. What the hell are we learning today? I let Mr. Banner's voice break through all my naughty thoughts,
"…and so the female rips the head off the male and proceeds to copulate with him, laying her egg sack within his still warm body."
Oh My Fucking God. Insect husbandry? Of all days? I felt myself go instantly scarlet, Edward sniggered next to me, and I narrowed my eyes and shot him a dirty look from the side. He shouldn't be laughing; he's stroking himself under the table, now THAT is funny. I chuckled to myself, Edward's hand came back up on the table, and I grabbed at my layers and layers of sweltering clothing and tried to release some of the body heat by shaking them out.
That seemed to make Edward twist around in his seat. Oh GOD. Did I smell bad?
She's trying to torture me, right? First I almost murder her on day one because her blood was so amazing I had to have it. Then she changes to some kind of kiwi devil lotion that is filling my head. Now she's shifting her clothes about making her smell even MORE appealing, and showing off her magnificent breasts. And she has some magnificent breasts. I noticed them about two weeks in, she stretched behind her back, subconsciously of course, and they just popped right out underneath all her clothing. Round and perky, and what seemed to be perfect tiny little nipples. I bet they were some kind of rosy pink color.
Ah…down boy. I moved my hand back down toward my achingly hard boner and tried to think clean thoughts. No need to be thinking about my lab partner's fantastic tits hiding under all those layers of clothes she wears. She acted like she was in the arctic or something; it was just a little rain. Was she afraid to get wet? Was she a witch? Ohhh...Bella wet...with her fantastic tits in my mouth. GAH. That was close, almost banged it again. I'd be of no use to her if my dick was all banged up because I couldn't keep my marble meat stick from hitting the stupid lab table.
Wait, did I just say 'use to her'? As in I was going to have sex with her. I looked over, out of the corner of my eye at the still blushing Bella, fanning herself, and trying (in vain) not to look back at me. Her nipples were hard against all her layers. Yep. I was going to seduce her, and then make her forget her name I would pound her so hard. Now how do I get rid of this behemoth of a hard on before the period is over? Don't need her to think I'm some kind of pervert.
Was it just me or did his eyes get all dilated? And his hand moved back down again! He totally is stroking himself. Holy Mother of God. Edward Cullen is rubbing one out right next to me. Is it out of his pants? Should I alert the female masses? No, I'll keep this one to myself. He was looking forward as well, but his eyes kept darting back over to me, raking over my body with those hot amber colored eyes of his. I looked down to ensure I wasn't mistaking his looks of hot, hot lust with concern. It's possible I could be sweating like a pig in July by now and am covered with stains of shame. I glanced down at myself, no stain, but my fucking nipples were hard. Why didn't I wear the padded bra today?
Or was he looking at…my mouth opened in shock. There was no way. I had to confirm this theory. If Edward Cullen was about to bust a nut all over our lab table because my nipples were hard than I had to make sure. I pushed my pen to the side of the table, and then leaned forward, and with a quick knock of my elbow sent it to the floor. Edward looked over at me for a second, and I gave him a friendly smile, so not to alert him, and then pushed off my stool and crouched down under the table.
I found my pen, immediately, but kicked it away a little so I'd have more time. I looked up from the floor at Edward's jeans and swallowed my gasp. There, in its entire jean covered glory was one of the hardest dicks I had ever seen trapped against a boy's leg. It was going almost halfway down his thigh. Jesus H. Christ. Wouldn't girls run and scream after seeing that? Was he some kind of porn star? Dirk Diggler status! Is that why all the girls in this tiny ass town admired him from afar? Did they take one look at that monster Johnson and run screaming from the room, and yet were disappointed in not being able to claim it?
I'd fucking claim it. Christ. If it killed me, I'd die a happy woman trying to claim it. It was just so….
"Everything alright Miss Swan?" Mr. Banner's voice called out and I felt all eyes in the classroom turn to me. Still crouched on the floor, my pen tightly grasped in my hand, my panties now matching the wetness of my back, I stood back up and meekly answered,
"Sorry, cramps." I was banking on Mr. Banner not investigating it further. Men hear the word cramp and just nod and refuse to make eye contact. As I sat back down he did exactly that, nodded and continued with his lecture. The rest of the class shifted their eyes back toward our teacher, and Edward leaned toward me and whispered,
"Banging?" I countered. His eyes narrowed for a moment and then he smiled. I swooned.
"Like what you saw?" His husky whisper echoed in my ears.
"You mean it's not just a large marker in your pocket?" I half whispered, half heaved because I was close to hyperventilation.
"Marker? I'm insulted." He lightly chuckled.
"You have a funny way of showing it." I bantered back; all while silently thinking, 'Want to ram that marker into me? Repeatedly?'
"Oh? Want me to show it to you?" He whispered and gave me that crooked half smile of his that always made everything within me tense up and then ooze out all over my nerve endings. It was like coming up for air, he literally would drown me with his smile and then I'd be left gasping for air afterward. I sat there grinning like an idiot when Mr. Banner's annoying voice broke through my thoughts again.
The whole class turned, I tried to think ice cold thoughts so I wouldn't blush, and Edward waited for a moment and then calmly answered,
WTF? What did that even mean? Was that Latin? Did he speak Latin? Mr. Banner actually frowned then nodded and continued with his lecture,
"Correct, Mr. Cullen. The Mexican Carpenter Ant has…"
I spun back around to look at Edward, shock mixing with my building lust and hissed at him,
"How did you know that?"
"Oh I know many, many things Bella." He smiled. I smoldered. The class started shifting restlessly in their seats.
Bella's mouth hung open again, she was practically panting. I just smiled and turned back to my book, all while my manhood was twitching so violently I was surprised I hadn't burst through the table yet. I could almost taste her on my lips.
And then it formed, crystallized in my mind, and it took everything within me not to growl in triumph. Alice was having a very strong vision that I was privy to. That very strong vision was a half naked Bella, spread across our lab table, screaming my name. Alice's thoughts came blaring into my brain immediately once the vision was over.
HUMAN! She's a HUMAN Edward! You can't do that! You have no idea the repercussion that will come of you acting on your lust! Keep it together!
I instantly thought of how I would grab a can of gas and set her closet on fire. The closet she had spent all period reorganizing in her mind.
Fine. Fine! But when you lose control and kill her, don't say I didn't warn you.
I wasn't going to kill her. Alice's vision had her screaming from passion. I closed my eyes as my meat stick gave a particularly hard pump. Patience. Patience. I just had to find a way to get her back here to the lab, after school, alone. The universe smiled upon me and Mr. Banner's thoughts were the next to assault my brain.
He's not even paying attention and he still has all the answers. He has to be cheating. I have to find a way to prove it. He's been disruptive all class. I'm so sick of this kid. Give me a reason. Just give me a reason to make you clean all the Bunsen burners after school.
I'd be happy to oblige you Mr. Banner, I smirked to myself. This was going to be way too easy. My granite hardon twitched in agreement. I took a deep breath.
Breathe girl. Breathe. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. This was turning out to be one of those days that you never forget. One of those days that you tell your children about. I could imagine myself sitting at the kitchen table and telling my daughter,
'There was this one boy, this one unbelievably hot boy, in my biology class. He had the biggest dick I had ever seen and he asked me if I wanted to see it…'
But that's where my vision tapered off. What would come of this wonderful advancement in my non-existent relationship with Edward Cullen? Would this day end up being just witty banter and my knowledge that he has the biggest cock I would never have the pleasure of putting in my mouth? Or could it possibly end with me almost kicking out the back window of his Volvo because I came so hard I couldn't control my body? Hmmm….Cullen's Volvo…
"…with your partners and ignite the Bunsen burners."
What? Fire? Weren't we just learning about insects mating or something? And Latin? Where was I? How did I get here?
"Do you want to do it Bella?" Edward's clear voice vibrated next to me and my body actually quivered. Quivered! Like some Southern belle! Was I about to 'get the vapors' as well and faint on the spot?
"Ummm." I stalled trying to quite my rapidly beating heart. He'd just asked me if I wanted to do it. My lady region gave a wonderful throb, building my smoldering lust up to DEFCON 3. One way or the other I would need to be pleasured by the end of this day. I was too wound up to just think of Charlie attempting to seduce a woman to douse any libido out of me.
"Or would you like me to give you a hand?" He smirked at me, and I couldn't help it, I started giggling. Giggling uncontrollably, and then to my absolute horror started giggling so hard that I snorted. Edward gave me a peculiar look; Mr. Banner came by and knocked on our lab table,
"Better get started you two."
I took a deep breath and grabbed the matches. With slightly shaking hands I lit the first match and held it toward the burner. Nothing. I looked at the instrument for a moment confused, when Edward leaned toward me and said,
"It helps when it's turned on."
I started silently laughing to myself. That was one pun too many. He was edibly gorgeous. Like, I wanted to eat food off his abs gorgeous. And he was incredibly smart, too smart sometimes for his own good it would seem. I mean, honestly, how many Juniors know that much Latin? But now he was just trying to get a rise out of me, and with that knowledge I was able to shake the girly giggles and turn to him to say,
"So does that usually work for you?"
"What?" He turned toward me.
"You just lay horrible puns on a girl until she gives in?" I took out another match and prepared to strike it. I nodded my head toward the burner and he turned on the gas.
"Normally I don't have to say anything at all." He smirked at me with that lustful half grin and I paused for a moment to admire it before leaning in toward him.
"You think I'm that easy?"
He leaned in toward me, my heart picked up in my chest, and he whispered,
"Of course not. But I'm not the one that went under the table to check."
"What was there to check?" I countered, smirking and lifting up one of my eyebrows. He looked down at the table, gave a little laugh, and then almost growled into my ear,
"I can assure you it wasn't a marker. Care to explore?"
"How would we do that?" I whispered and then held my breath. He was the closest he'd ever been. He smelled of pine and mint, testosterone and musk. Heady and overwhelming it filled my senses and I locked eyes with him. He reached across the few inches between us, grabbed the match from my fingers, struck it against the counter, and tossed it at the Bunsen burner.
The thing exploded in a giant ball of flame! Orange and yellow licked toward us, but Edward didn't move at all, seemingly unfazed by the inferno he was trying to start next to us. My lady region gave an all-powerful jolt and I felt myself get aroused instantly and then Mr. Banner's angry voice rang out in the classroom,
"CULLEN! SWAN! DETENTION!"
The classroom broke out into whispers as they all continued to do whatever this lab was. Honestly I didn't care anymore. We were at DEFCON2, and all I could focus on was how I needed to have Edward Cullen lick every single inch of me. And by the gleam in his eyes I could tell he felt the same.
"Both of you report to this classroom after school today. I hope you didn't have any plans." Mr. Banner smirked at us before walking back up toward the front. If I didn't know any better I'd say the man was about to break out into dance he was so happy. Edward just shrugged, turned down the gas on the burner and leaned toward me to murmur,
"Oh, I have plans."
I quickly finished up our lab as Bella tried to regain her composure. The advantage of being a vampire is that I could tell that her heart almost stopped and then sped up to double time with the whole fireball and then "plans" comment. I could also smell an intoxicating amount of kiwi and something uniquely Bella. She was incredibly turned on, I could tell. Dilated eyes, shallow breaths, the flush across her chest, the shifting in her chair, and her pulse quickly beating under her delicate skin. I was glad that Bunsen burner thing went well; it could have gone disastrously wrong. Instead it had reduced my lab partner to a fluttering, inaudible fool next to me.
I heard my name being repeated in my brain and tuned into it. Alice.
Nicely done. Emmett would be proud. So are you leaving me the keys in the car, or can you not manage to pull them out of your pants they've gotten so tight? HAHAHAHAHA
Ha. Ha. Alice. I envisioned them sitting in the driver's seat of my car and then imagined her closet on fire again, focusing intently on just how her shoes would melt before they started to burn.
I get it. I'll stay out of your head. Just…try not to kill her, alright?
She'd be begging for something this afternoon, but it wouldn't be her life. Nice. I mentally high fived myself again, and then was very grateful that I was the only one who could read thoughts.
Just as I was about to regain composure the bell for class rang and Edward was already packed up and on his way out. How did he move that fast? Wasn't he also close to hyperventilation and trying to move without creaming his pants? What about his massive hardon? He's just going to sport it walking around campus? As these thoughts were racing through my head he moved around to the front of our table, leaned forward and whispered to me,
"See you after school, Bella."
"Awecock." I answered. Oh mother of God, kill me where I stand. Had I just subliminally slipped in the word cock? He gave me a look, then a crooked smile, and then walked away wafting some sort of combination of mint and expensive imported cologne. How did I know it was imported? Because no one should smell that fucking good, that's how. As I put my head down on the lab table Angela's cool hand came down on my now sweaty shoulder,
"Don't worry Bella. I'm sure it won't take that long to clean all the Bunsen burners."
"Right." I groaned at the table. Not only was I forced into detention because my sexy, sexy lab partner had a thing for fire and markers, now I would only be forced to spend a minimal amount of time with him. He must have just been fucking with me. Again. First the fucking van situation, now this.
"Besides," Angela lowered her voice, "Jessica almost bit through her lip watching the two of you."
I peeked up from my arms and gave Angela a hopeful smile, "really?"
"Oh yes. I swear she was a moment away from drawing blood." Angela laughed and then shifted her backpack. "I better go."
"Later." I pushed up from the table and shoved everything into my backpack. Mr. Banner pretended to be grading papers, but it looked like he was barely containing an outburst. I swear to you, as I closed the door, the man let out a triumphant,
Shaking my head I quickly moved toward gym. Basketball. Shudder. Volleyball had been bad enough. That was spiking and swinging of my arms. Basketball was full contact, and the ball was considerably heavier. Mike had been subjected to the first injury from me, a shiner that stuck on his eye for a week. I would have felt bad, except that he kept smiling like an idiot at me, and Jessica had practically humped the bruise off his face. Switching into my gym clothes as fast as possible I went and sat on the bleachers. Perhaps they wouldn't pick me at all today. Perhaps I wouldn't make a fool of myself for once.
Or I could be forced to play, suffer some horrible, yet predictable, injury and then hobble into my detention looking like some kind of hideous troll. Wonder how hard that 'marker' would be when I have the imprint of a basketball on the side of my face. They started picking teams and I started chanting fast and quick under my breath,
"Bella!" Mike smiled his shit eating grin and waved me over to his team. Oh Mike Newton…the ways I would kill you.
"You sure about this?" I asked as I moved over to join his team. Jessica gave me the once over as I approached.
"You'll be fine." Mike laughed, then thought about it for a moment and leaned forward to say in a lower voice, "just keep running up and down the court and look like you're playing. I'll keep the ball away from you."
"I hope you don't keep the balls away from me, Mike." Jessica said and then giggled, flipping her hair. It took everything within me not to bust out laughing as I thought,
We know you want his balls in your mouth you whore.
But I contained myself, nodded to Mike, ignored Jessica, and moved out onto the court. Before the ball was checked in I sent up a prayer to every imaginable deity there could be,
Please, please, don't punish me today. I don't know what I did in a past life to deserve all this very public torture, but please, just today, let me not be humiliated by clumsiness. That is all I ask.
Mike checked the ball in, he tried to bounce pass it to Jessica, it glanced off the shoe of Tyler and hit me square in the mouth. As I stood there, gasping in pain, holding my swelling bottom lip I looked up at the sky and cursed them all.
Fuck you too then!
Just an hour. Just one hour and then I could enact my plan of seduction onto Bella Swan. I looked at the clock and frowned, Alice shoved me with her foot, I stuck my tongue out at her, and then we both looked up at the same time and answered,
"Si, la Profesora."
That was a close one. So did you leave me the keys in your car? How did you get them out of your pants? Pliers?
I shot her a glare, but slowly nodded my head. It did take a bit of contorting to pull my keys out of my pocket without ripping my pants off my body. You tend to get a little worked up as a vampire when you're aroused. I once watched Emmett nearly disrobe Rosalie at lunch last semester when she had casually whispered to him that she wasn't wearing any panties that day. So I took extra precaution to ensure my jeans did not rip from my body as I had raced over to the car before class.
Alice fuzzed out for a moment, her chipper thoughts blanked and then we both saw at the same time Bella Swan get owned by a basketball. It slammed into her face, her hands immediately shot to her mouth, and when she pulled them away there were tiny droplets of blood on her palms.
What does that mean? Can he control himself? Is he going to kill her?
Alice's frantic thoughts raced ahead, an hour ahead, but all she received was the same vision, Bella on the black table top of the Bio lab, her white knuckled fingers gripping the sides of the table, her mouth opening to scream my name.
UGH! I leaned forward onto my desk, letting out a tiny grunt of pain. Alice's mind cleared, I tried to focus my telepathy on anyone else, but not before she got in a parting shot.
You do know how to find her G-Spot, right Edward? Cullens have a level of sexual prowess to…
I tuned her out but not without giving her a horrified look first, then imagining her shoes melting onto all her couture dresses. She shot me the dirtiest look and refused to make eye contact the rest of the class.
Under the grey lights of the bathroom mirror I examined the damage. The ball had hit me square on the bottom lip, at first it had bled a bit but to my relief it almost immediately stopped. Instead my lip swelled up to Botox levels and not in the sexy Angelina Jolie kind of way. With a groan I held onto the sink and looked down at the messy counter.
"Need some ice for that lip?" Jessica called out from the doorway. I looked over and she was holding a cold compress. "Coach sent me in here to check up on you, and said you were excused for the rest of the day."
"Bless him." I mumbled and turned back to the mirror. Was it getting bigger? Oh lord. I had less than a half hour before I'd have to meet up with Edward and looking like some kind of Real Housewife of Orange County was NOT what I had planed to seduce him with. I was going more for a Buffy and Angel scenario, but in the first few seasons, not when everything got all lame and bullshitty in the last few. Mmmmm….Angel.
"So did you want the ice?" Jessica asked from the doorway. She was still here? I had started tuning her out about a month back when I realized she actually wasn't slightly retarded and instead was just an overly obsessive needy kind of person who stacked her entire self worth on what other people thought about her. People like that were not worth my time, but no matter how often I seemed to ignore her she just kept coming back.
"Yeah, thanks." I moved toward her and stretched out my hand. She placed the compress into it and then took a breath. That was never a good sign.
"So what happened today with you and Cullen?" Jessica asked entirely too breathy and invested for my taste.
"Nothing." I lied and pressed the compress to my lip. Maybe I could bring it down to a sexy looking pout instead of circus freak.
"Bella," Jessica put her hands on her hips and fixed her mouth into a smirk with her horrible pink lipstick. "Everyone could tell something was going on with you two. No one was even paying attention in class today. Except maybe Edward because he knew that answer."
"I know, right? How does he know shit like that?" I asked, the ice muffling my response. Jessica shrugged,
"He's always been like that. It's like he can read minds or something. Sometimes I swear I catch him looking at me when I'm thinking dirty thoughts and then he starts laughing. It's slightly creepy."
"Mind reader? For real?" I pressed the ice harder onto my aching lip. I had to numb it. If I wanted to put my mouth anywhere on his perfect body I didn't want even a moment's hesitation in it because I'd be thinking about my lip. If it was numb that thought would never cross my mind.
"Yeah, that's my guess. That isn't the first time he's looked at a teacher after not paying attention and said the perfect answer. And sometimes I catch him walking with that sister of his, Alice, and she won't say anything but he'll start laughing and shove her. Like they just shared some joke, but she didn't say anything." Jessica crossed her arms over her chest. "She didn't say anything."
"Yeah, I got it." I nodded. "Shouldn't you get back to basketball?"
"I really don't want to go back. I get all sweaty and I want to make sure I look nice after gym today. I think I'm going to ask Mike out for a movie this weekend." She winked at me. Why she would wink at me I wasn't sure. Then again I had thought this girl was retarded for half a year so, there you go. I could tell she wanted to gush about her plan, but I was in no mood. So I thought of the fastest way to ensure she left me alone for the rest of the day.
"You know, scientists have proven that we let out pheromones when we sweat that attract the opposite sex. I bet if you get all crazy sweaty Mike would not be able to tell you no." I offered.
"Really, Bella?" Jessica's eyes popped out on her face as she took this in.
"Oh yeah, I read it in Time or some magazine like that. It's a proven theory. So get super sweaty. Like you need to change clothes you are so covered in sweat." I encouraged.
"Thanks! I'll owe you one." Jessica smiled and flipped her hair. I made the cold compress cover my face so she couldn't see my disgusted reaction.
"No worries, just helping out. No need to repay me. Go get him!" I pumped an encouraging fist and watched her take off running back to the gym. Thank God. She hadn't been an entire waste of time. Edward Cullen could read minds. That made things very, very interesting. I sat down on the counter and pressed the ice harder into my face.
Twenty minutes to go.
The bell for the end of class sang out into the room and within a split second everyone had seemed to pack and clear, except for Alice.
"I'm worried, Edward." She locked serious amber eyes on me.
"I can control myself Alice. If I didn't kill her after that van incident I'm not going to kill her now. You know how I feel about her." I whispered too fast and low for anyone but Alice to hear. La Profesora up at the front was trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. "You'll do fine on the test!"
Alice rolled her eyes at me, I darted mine toward the front, and we both stood up and quickly left the building. Alice nudged me to the side of the building that faced out toward the forest behind the school and put her hands on her hips.
"I think I would have seen if you were about to kill her Edward. My concern is over what you think you're about to do. You have no idea what you're doing, and with a human? I don't even know if that's possible. I think you might crush her, or break her, or…" Alice grimaced and then took a step closer. "She's a virgin, Edward. You surely remember the stories of proving virginity upon marriage? The bloody sheet? That is a problem first and foremost. Secondly I'm not quite sure if you'll be able to…"
"What? Be able to what?" I dropped my annoying backpack to the floor and looked down at her.
"Humans are so…delicate. Like glass. And you'll be in the most delicate part of her…I don't know if her body could withstand that. Vampire body, sure. But Bella might get ripped apart and start hemorrhaging, and how are you going to explain that one to Carlisle?"
"Graphic, Alice. You think I won't be able to stop myself from injuring her?" I shook my head.
"You don't understand! Sometimes you just get carried away, and the line between pain and pleasure blurs," Alice responded, and then her eyes sort of drifted off a bit as a smile started to pull across her mouth. Thoughts of Jasper, taking his clothes off bombarded me and I pushed her.
"Stop it!" I yelled, she fell into the brick wall, pieces of the building crumbled to the grass as she glared at me.
"I stand by my observation. Maybe you don't think you'll kill her. But when you deflower her and start to get into it all bets are off. Even someone as patient and diligent as you won't be able to stop Edward. And then she'll be dead!"
"Who will be dead?" Jasper asked, coming around the corner. He put a hand on Alice's shoulder and looked at me feeling out the situation.
"No one." I snapped and violently grabbed my backpack from the grass.
"Alice?" Jasper looked down at her.
"Can it Jazz. Let's get going. I need to tell Rose to start packing!" She snapped at me and pulled Jasper along with her. Jasper looked back at me, questioningly, but I just shook my head and glared out into the forest. No matter how mad Alice might make me, or I make her, we kept our secrets to each other. Standing out as even more unnatural in a vampire family created a certain level of solidarity between us. She might be right, but she'd never tell anyone. As they turned the corner I looked down at my watch.
Gum? Check. Mouthwash? Check. Hit of my new kiwi/lime body spray? Check. Finger comb through my stupidly tangled hair? Check. Lip? Well the swelling had gone down a little, but it still looked entirely too swollen for my taste. I'd put some lip-gloss on, but couldn't tell if it was helping or hurting the situation. There was nothing I could do about it now. I stood in front of Mr. Banner's classroom and took a deep breath.
"It's not a firing squad." Edward's voice caressed my right ear and I held my breath as I slowly turned. Like usual he had snuck up on me and was standing as close as possible without touching to my right.
"Sure," I nodded and then slowly let out my breath.
"Shall we?" He grinned and opened the door for me. I walked in to see close to 50 Bunsen burners and all their parts lying out across two lab tables. Oh fuck! This was going to take hours. Oh….fuck yeah! Finally, finally something was going right for me today!
"Mr. Cullen, Miss Swan, I have set up all the Bunsen burners that need to be cleaned over on the two tables. I'm sure you remember the safety procedures that we went over last week which includes how to clean them. But in case you have forgotten," Mr. Banner looked directly at me, I fought the urge to glare, "there are instructions on the table as well."
"Of course, thank you Mr. Banner." Edward schmoozed; I rolled my eyes and looked toward the table again. Mr. Banner didn't seem to buy it either, he started shaking his head.
"I am running a study group today," Mr. Banner started and my heart leapt into my throat. NO! I can't have a bunch of stupid freshman in this classroom messing up this perfect chance to fuck Edward Cullen! "But seeing as how you two could be a distraction I have moved the study group to the library. I will come back to check on both of you by 4PM. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mr. Banner," we both said and Mr. Banner nodded once, moved out of the classroom and left the door open on his way out. For a moment the classroom was silent, and then I took a deep breath and turned around to shut the door. Edward raised an eyebrow at me and deposited his backpack onto an empty lab table and asked,
"Did you want to clean the hoses or the fixtures?"
Ha. I silently laughed a little. Oh I'd clean 'the hoses' alright. Then he moved over to the table and started separating out all the pieces. Had I read this all wrong? Was he actually here to fulfill our detention and not ravage me?
"I'll take the hoses." I pouted and tossed my backpack onto the table. It promptly slid off and hit the ground with a thud. Nice universe, thanks again for all your awesome help in making my life a living hell, daily. Moving around to the other side of the table I grabbed up the 50 or so hoses into my arms and moved over to the sink in the back. Shrugging out of my jacket I turned on the water and waited for it to get warm.
Edward was concentrating far too hard on cleaning the fixtures. It wasn't like we were cleaning fixtures for the Queen of England or something, we were teenagers, he could do a shitty job. I was about to do a spectacularly shitty job.
"What happened to your lip?" Edward called over to me. He looked up from his scrubbing and waited.
"Basketball to the face." I shot out and turned back to the sink. The water was starting to get warm and I pushed all the hoses into the water and grabbed the hand soap.
"Oh." He turned back around. I squirted the hand soap a couple of times and started splashing the water around making a nice big froth of bubbles. Maybe if I just washed these really fast and set them out to dry I could grab all my shit and go home to sulk for the rest of my life. Hot and cold Edward Cullen had struck again. One minute he's ready to throw me down on the floor of our biology lab the next he was more awkward than Ben around Angela. The bubbles started to grow; I splashed at them again and spilled water all over my shirt.
"Fucking fantastic." I growled and pushed my sleeves up. The water was close to scalding at this point, I turned it down a bit and grabbed a handful of hoses, they twisted around splashing all over me and I tensed, squeezing the hoses in my hand, and then dropped them all back down to the sink. If I was going to take a bath as well as serve detention I wasn't going to ruin one of my favorite shirts in the process. Off went the long sleeve shirt, tossed to the side with my jacket and I twisted my hair back a little before sticking my hands in the water again.
Not even a split second later I was surprised by hands that grabbed my waist, and the feeling of being suspended as I was lifted to the countertop by the sink.
Mr. Banner's internal monologue was extremely humorous as he was waiting for the two of us to arrive. I, single handedly, seemed to have made his entire school year by getting in trouble. He did have a point. I was the first Cullen to ever get detention, but that was the least of my concerns at this point. I turned the corner and saw Bella taking deep breaths and staring down the door of our biology lab before she went in. I watched her for a moment but all I could hear was Alice's warning in my head.
I was about to kill her, wasn't I? I was about to kill my one true love because I couldn't control my lust. It was entirely too cruel, and yet entirely too familiar to me. This was far too dangerous for me to engage in. Me of all people, because of her delicious blood of course. Oh, Bella. The things I would have done to you. Resigned to my fate of being a moody virgin for all eternity I moved toward her and tried to break up her nervousness with a little joke.
"It's not a firing squad."
Her heart started to beat faster at the sound of my voice, and all I felt was angry. This wasn't fair. Why did Alice have to be a voice of reason? Why couldn't she just believe in her vision of me giving it to Bella Swan as fact and not a suggestion of what was to come? I decided right then and there, for sure, that I was going to burn her closet down…for just planting the seed of doubt within me. She knew her voice of doubt would stop me. I was the only one in this family that overthought everything.
"Sure." Bella answered breathy and thrumming with blood. I might was well get this torture over with.
I blocked out Mr. Banner's long rambling of what he believed to be triumph and looked over at the Bunsen burners. They were all actually pretty clean. The hoses needed to be rinsed, but most of them were very well maintained. I spotted about five that actually needed cleaning. At least we could get this done fast. He stopped talking for a moment and I automatically responded.
"Of course, thank you, Mr. Banner."
Bella rolled her eyes and I looked over curious as to what would make her have that reaction. Once again the inability to read her thoughts was both incredibly frustrating and the most interesting thing in the world to me. Mr. Banner started to finish up his victory lap and we both automatically responded,
"Yes, Mr. Banner."
The annoying man left the room and Bella took a large breath next to me and then turned around to close the door. Very curious. I arched an eyebrow up at her and set my backpack down on the table. Moving toward our task I took a closer look at the Bunsen burners. My initial assumption was correct. Just the handful of ones to actually clean, I asked,
"Did you want to clean the hoses or the fixtures?"
Bella seemed to silently laugh a little, at what I wasn't quite sure. Again with the mind blockage. I tried to focus instead on the things I could tell about her. She smelled even better than she did only an hour ago. With an incredibly sullen voice she answered,
"I'll take the hoses."
Just as suddenly as she seemed to be laughing she let out a huff of displeasure and tossed her backpack at the table. It slid to the floor and that seemed to upset her further. Next she stomped over toward our table, grabbed up all the hoses, taking extra care not to watch what she was doing and threw the armful of them at the counter in the back. What could she possibly be upset about? And how was it possible that she could smell that mouthwatering? Not just the blood part, that kiwi. Evil kiwi that made me think…oh no…here we go again. My meat stick started to swell against my jeans. I picked up the first fixture and started to fastidiously clean it. From my peripheral vision I saw Bella rip off her jacket and toss it aside, as if it offended her. She started tapping her foot impatiently as the water refused to meet her desired temperature. She turned toward me and I saw her swollen lip from that horrible accident in gym. I spun back around before she could see me and asked,
"What happened to your lip?"
That was a safe question. People noticed things like this, didn't they? I of course could still smell the infinitesimal amount of old blood pooling right under the surface of the small wound that had caused the bleed. I had the urge to suck it out, my jeans tightened in response. Down boy. That would be a disaster on several different fronts.
"Basketball to the face."
Bella snapped in response. She was very, very upset. Usually she reserved this kind of bluntness for Angela, or when she was feeling cruel toward Jessica. Usually Jessica deserved it, and the idiot rarely recognized Bella being mean to her face.
"Oh." I responded and looked down to see that I had cleaned all the Bunsen burners within those few minutes. Bella pulled some of the tubes out of the sink, the water splashed all over her shirts and she appeared to catch herself right before she exploded with rage.
"Fucking fantastic." She swore under her breath and proceeded to pull off her long sleeved shirt. Everything around me froze in that moment. Alice's nagging voice buzzed into white noise. Bella tossed the shirt toward her jacket and then started to twist her hair. I stood, vaguely aware of what I was doing. All sense of reason left me as I looked at her perfectly porcelain skin against the silk of her shirt, the tiny wisps of hair that curled down between her shoulders, and the overwhelming smell of kiwi that assailed me all at once.
I ignored the near 100 years of learning, perfecting, mentoring, teaching, coaching, and follow through that had gotten me to this point. Because that was what all that agonizingly boring training had been for. This moment, right here. I was going to throw it all away, and there couldn't be a better reason. Isabella Swan was going to be my undoing. And it was all going to start in less than three seconds. I moved toward her and had one last fleeting thought before I pounced,
Glass. She is like glass.
Hands around my waist. The counter smacking my ass as I was tossed onto it. Cold. Those three things happened instantaneously. The water was still rushing, and the bubbles were growing in the sink. Edward Cullen was wrapping his cold hands around my hips and pulling me toward him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked into his face. That sense of control that I could always see within his eyes was gone, instead he looked like he was about to lose control. Excellent.
"Bella." He murmured and ducked his head to the side to come in close to my neck. I arched it to the side and raised my hands to his head wrapping fistfuls of his magnificent hair around my fingers. His cold nose ran up the side of my neck at an achingly slow pace as he inhaled deeply. The lust that I had buried with my anger started to boil in my stomach again.
"Edward." I sighed as he made a second pass on my neck. The bubbles started to overflow a bit, slowly inching their way across the counter. One of my hands started to roam down, eager to feel every part of him. Realizing he still had his jacket on I pulled back a little bit to started to push it off. Edward was still trying to deeply inhale whatever scent I was giving off and I impatiently said, "your jacket, take it off!"
"Sorry," he said and pushed it off way too fast. Like his hands blurred so fast. Whatever, I don't care, it must be the lust clouding my brain. He looked at me for a moment and then I licked my lips and smiled. I leaned back on the counter, effectively pushing my chest out and arching my back in the process. His eyes continued to rake over my body making me flush and I whispered,
"So, are you going to show me that marker of yours or not?"
He smiled that wonderful smirk of his, flashing his brilliantly white teeth for a moment and then leaned toward me to whisper back,
"I told you, it's not a marker. That's insulting."
"Insulting because markers are thin? Or insulting because markers are short?" I insinuated and gave him a smirk of my own. Edward brought up a finger and gently pushed the straps of my cami down before he answered,
His cold fingers trailed down from my shoulder toward my hands on the counter. They were so cold that a flash of goosebumps raced across my skin. I shivered a little and that seemed to upset him. As he started to pull back I grabbed his shirt and blurted out,
"So you have cold hands. My mom used to say cold hands, warm heart. I don't care."
"Warm heart." Edward said with a bitter little laugh. Oh no. This was going somewhere horrible. I needed to change this up real fast. I guess that brooding look he always has plastered to his face is there for a reason. I squirmed my way down the counter a smidge, making sure to rub my lady parts against his abs and started to sit back up. The straps on my cami fell down toward my biceps and I gave him a smile.
"If you never show me the goods, I can't guarantee the rest of the school won't have reason to speculate about it."
"Are you blackmailing me?" Edward grinned, his cold fingers starting to trace down my arms again. I rubbed against him; his hips hit the counter with a bang.
"Maybe." I teased and sat up, wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned toward his ear to whisper, "let's stop the bullshitting and get down to it."
"Christ." He swore, grabbing the fabric of the cami around my waist and balling it into his fists. I heard a ripping sound and looked past his shoulder, concerned, for a moment. So he ripped my shit, BFD, I'll buy a new one. His hips pushed against the counter again, letting out a bang as he did it, and I wrapped myself tight against him. My thighs across his hips, my ankles crossed behind his back, my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed firmly against his rock hard chest, and my hot breath whispering into his ear,
"You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
"Bella," he panted wrapping a very, very firm cold arm around my waist. "Bella I have to tell you something."
"It's okay, I'm a virgin too." I whispered, shivering again. Was his whole body cold? Was he a snake?
"No. Bella, I'm…" he banged against the counter again, let out a woosh of breath and closed his eyes as if trying to regain composure. Excellent. I was better at this than I thought I'd be. He was about to cum in his pants and all I'd had to do was whisper in his ear and grind on his stomach.
"Yes?" I whispered.
"I'm a vampire." He said, eyes still closed. For a moment I stopped moving, contemplating this. Then it hit me. Ooohhh…this was some kind of role-playing thing. He was into themed sex or what not. I was so totally down for that.
"Sure. You're a vampire, and I'm the slayer. I'll stake you in the heart but not before I have my dirty way with you." I pulled back a bit and slammed my fist against his pectoral, right where his heart would be. It fucking hurt, like I had hit an ice block kind of hurt. I pulled my hand back and tried not to look confused.
"No, Bella." Edward whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "I'm a vampire."
"Wait." I dropped my legs; they banged against the cabinets under the counter. I put my hands down onto the counter and my right hand slipped out from under me because of all the bubbles now covering the counter. But before I could dive into the sink Edward had grabbed me and pulled me off the counter setting me on my feet. "Holy shit!"
"What?" He took a few steps away from me.
"Well, it all makes sense now. The van accident. Always moving so fast. The whole rock hard physique and being cold thing. You're a fucking vampire." I put my hands on my waist and looked away from him for a moment nodding my head. So I wasn't fucking nuts all along. This was fucking fantastic. I wasn't crazy. Edward Cullen was a vampire. And we were about to have nasty, nasty sex all over the biology lab. This day could not get any better.
"Please, tell me what you're thinking." He begged. I turned back toward him and felt like laughing I was so happy. I felt like laughing until my sides started to hurt. But because a laugh could be misconstrued into very bad things in this moment I instead moved toward him, smiling, and grabbed his belt buckle.
"Just don't bite me, or turn into a bat and we'll be fine."
"I don't turn into a bat." Edward chuckled a little. "Are you sure you still want to…"
Edward started to say this, but I quickly moved up next to him and bit my still swollen lip before I whispered,
"Less talking. We only have until four."
He responded with a near blistering kiss.
I couldn't help it, I had to. She was so close, and so warm, and so utterly prepossessing. And I could almost taste her blood. It was such a small amount she probably wasn't even registering that her lip was still leaking trace amounts of her delicious blood into her mouth. I had to have it. I had to taste it. And so I cupped her face and brought her lips to mine. She melted against me, enveloping her body onto my own, snaking her hands up my back into my hair again, pressing hot kiss after hot kiss against my lips.
Then her tongue gently tested across my bottom lip, trying to get me to open my mouth for access. I shuddered with restrain, pulling her closer against me, but didn't open my mouth. Oh, I wanted to. I wanted to more than anything in the world, I wanted to more than taking her virtue, but even in that moment I knew I had to control the urge to. If she opened her mouth I don't know if could stop. I didn't know if I'd be able to just taste it, maybe even suck at the swollen part of her lip and drink it in, I didn't think I could do that. I'd kill her. I'd suck her dry. Or that small cut that she wasn't even aware of might come in contact with my teeth, or my tongue and then she'd start to change right before my eyes, and I'd have involuntarily turned her.
She made another pass, pressing harder against me, and swiping her tongue for access, making a small noise of pleasure as I forcefully grabbed onto her into my hands and tried to start positioning her away. All the while my overactive mind trying to deduce what Bella could be thinking in this moment, with this bombshell of a confession from me, but that was until she put her hand on my belt. I even held onto a shred of decency to ask one final time if she was still sure she wanted to be anywhere near me knowing this. But that was until she unzipped my pants. All thought left my brain. She broke off our kiss, her lips swollen and a delicious red, kept full eye contact, and slowly inched her tiny warm hand down my tight jeans. Her amazingly nimble fingers moved down my length, and I closed my eyes as it all became too much.
Her blood, that kiwi, her beautiful delicate skin, and those incredible blazing fingers against my manhood were the only things I knew now.
I took one final moment to appreciate the gravity of what I was about to do. I paused, my hand wrapped firmly around Edward's monster choad and looked into his face. He closed his eyes and I pushed at his jeans to gently pull it out. I left it suspended for a moment, looking at the hard, smooth, white glory of it before my hand instinctively wrapped back around it.
"Jesus Bella." Edward whispered and reached out for the counter to support himself. It was cold in my palm, but as I started to move my hand up and down his shaft it warmed up a bit from my body heat and the friction. I worked the shaft, back and forth, keeping pace, watching his face as I started to squeeze it a little firmer. I couldn't tell if he felt anything at all, it was like jacking off a marble column.
"That good?" I asked picking up the rhythm.
"Yes." He exhaled. "So good."
He thought this was good? Christ. This was 'alright' at best. I'd show him good. I pressed my free hand against his chest and he landed against the slick bubble covered counter. Keeping one hand on his chest for balance I slowly lowered myself down to my knees. I pumped a few more times and then stopped. Edward was breathing hard, opened his eyes, looked down at me, and I made sure he was looking right at me as I opened my mouth and took him deep until it hit the back of my throat. I thanked my mother's genes for letting me inherit her no gag reflex, and then closed my lips around him. The hand that was jacking him off before wrapped around the rest of him (I know, the rest? Swoon!), the hand that was stabilizing me grabbed his shirt into my fist, and I slowly pulled away, licking the base of his dick as I did.
Edwards hands dug into the counter so hard it started to break off under his fingers. Right, he was a crazy strong, almost stone vampire, must remember no teeth. Don't want to explain this one to the dentist. I took him deep again.
Glass. Glass. She's glass. Keep your hands on the counter. Fight the urge to grab her head…oh Christ. Glass. Glass.
My mouth started to feel like I was eating a Popsicle the longer I sucked him off. I watched the counter disintegrate under his fingers, bubbles building behind him, and the look of determined control across his face. His Johnson swelled in my mouth and I stopped sucking for a moment and just worked my tongue over him. Edward let out a wonderful groan, and I smiled against his dick.
Back in the Arizona days I did have friends. Not too many, but I had a few. They weren't the kind of friends that you told all your secrets to, they were the kind of friends that you discovered things with. And one of the things we had 'discovered' together during the summer after my freshman year was their father's stashes of porn and a well used paperback book in one of their sister's bottom dresser drawers. The book was entitled: The Complete Idiot's Guide to Amazing Sex.
Needless to say after an afternoon of giggling and passing it back and forth I went home, logged onto Amazon, and ordered a copy for myself. I read it to the point of memorization. So I knew that Edward was getting very close, and I was nowhere near done with him. I kept pressure around his cock as I slowly slipped him out and then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Bella," he moaned.
"Yes?" I innocently asked and looked up at him from the floor. He opened his eyes, they looked slightly crazed and glazed over with lust, and then he grabbed the hand that still had his shirt grasped within it and pulled me up to standing. As soon as I was back on my feet I was off the ground. As if I were as light as a doll he grabbed me under my arms and lifted me off my feet. I snapped my legs around his waist, his hands moved down to grab my ass and then I was deposited onto a lab table…our lab table. Pushing some Bunsen burners aside he settled me down and looked at my shirt for a moment.
"I've been waiting for this moment for so long." He said and licked his lips, swallowing hard. His fingers reached out and touched along my collarbones, then fluttered across my shoulders, slowly they slide down my sides gently pressing into the contours of my body. I felt a flush come across me, burning against my skin and flaring a jolt of lust deep in my lady parts. Edward's fingers reached the bottom of my cami and with the slightest jerk of his hand the material ripped against his fingers and suddenly I was sitting on our lab table shirtless.
"What are you waiting for, then?" I heaved feeling incredibly turned on and vulnerable all at the same time. His ice cold fingers slowly traced up my side and then unclasped my bra. He swallowed hard again and I couldn't take it any longer. I had been waiting for this moment for quite some time as well. My lady parts were starting to throb, and his honorable sense of awe was killing the short amount of time we had. We could have that kind of exploratory and worship sex later. Right now I just needed his rock hard cock inside me. I pulled my bra off and tossed it aside, it landed on some Bunsen burners and I turned back to Edward.
"Magnificent." He smiled at my tits and then both hands immediately went right to them. They were so cold I felt my nipples harden instantly against his palms. As quickly as his hands had been on me, now his smooth, cool, lips were leaving feather soft kisses all around my nipples. I let my head fall back and gave into the moment, wonderful tingles of desire racing down from my breasts to my aching lady region. I shifted a little on the table and could feel how turned on I was. Go time.
Rosy pink, just like I thought. Wasn't expecting how soft they were going to be, though. My meat stick throbbed and ached, twitching with a need to fill her, and I inhaled another burning breath of blood and kiwi.
Glass. Glass. Glass. I couldn't forget that.
Edward's hands carefully unbuttoned my jeans. With one hand he grabbed my jeans in the back, with the other he lifted me just a little off the table and with a quick flick of his wrist my jeans and my panties were hanging around my ankles. Edward set me down on the table and I sucked in a breath through my teeth.
"Here," he released me and quickly took off his shirt, lifting me up again he set it underneath me and I looked at his bare chest and realized in that moment that I was butt ass naked on our lab table and Edward Cullen was almost glowing under the florescent lights. He was just as perfect as I imagined: defined, devastatingly attractive muscle, with iridescent skin and that amazing smell of his: mint and man and expensive cologne. Edward looked at my body for a long moment, grinning, and then he moved toward my tits again, kissing them and caressing them before his cold kisses started to venture further and further down. The lower he started to go the more I started to lean back until his lips brushed against my hip and I laid flat on the lab table, hands pushing Bunsen burners off the edge.
His brushes of kisses danced across my pelvis, and then lower. Everything within me clamped in preparation of what I assumed he was about to do, and I let out a tiny pant of wanting. Cold fingers started to run up my inner thighs, and then over the damp and throbbing center of me, and he still didn't do anything. I lifted my head to see what all the hesitation was about and he plunged two fingers into me.
"Fuck!" I cried and arched on the table thrusting down onto his fingers. It was an entirely new sensation for me. I wasn't used to cold things entering something so warm and I felt everything start to tingle and pulse too quickly. No, no, no…I was about to cum and we hadn't even done the deed yet. I squirmed against his fingers and held onto the edges of the table trying to focus.
"Bella, Bella, Bella." He murmured and continued to pump, and then the bastard curled his fingers in that 'come hither' motion and I was come undone. Bucking and twisting, moaning and holding back a scream, I growled through my teeth,
His fingers stopped, my orgasm slowed, and I started panting and twitching.
"Did I hurt you?" Edward's concerned voice broke through my haze and I lifted my head again and tried to focus.
"You said no." He pulled both his hands away. I fell back onto the table and swallowed before answering,
"I came too fast. I was saying no to my body." I sat back up and leaned forward to rest my head on his shoulder my body still shaking and throbbing. Cutting my orgasm short was a bad idea, now I was just angry and hornier. "I wanted to save it for…you know."
"Oh," he said, his face rising into surprise. "Are you sure, I mean I don't want to…" Edward started but I cut him off by reaching down and grabbing his dick in my hand.
"If I didn't want to would I be naked on our lab table and holding your cock?" I started working the shaft again, not that I needed to, he was still hard.
"I suppose…ah…not." He groaned and I slid to the very edge of the table and pressed a kiss into his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'm still 'technically' a virgin, but I know how to pleasure myself. You won't be breaking apart anything." I whispered and thanked my slutty Arizona friends and their adventurous needs in the back of my mind. This was still going to hurt, but at least he wouldn't pull back and think he'd killed something inside me. Oh…yeah, vampire…god that would have been horrible. I clarified further with a final whisper of, "no blood."
With a final few pumps of my hand I raised his monster marble magnificent man meat up toward me and guided the tip right to the opening. His whole body shook and he pressed his lips together tightly before warning,
Still swirling with the electric pulses from my first orgasm, throbbing with the knowledge that I was about to be deflowered on my lab table with my lab partner, and practically panting with want I said in a throaty voice,
He pushed the head through and I fell back onto the table, my hand smacking something on the way down. Achingly slow he inched his way in and I started to fill my lungs with tiny breaths with every inch. It was just so big, and it didn't seem to end. I felt myself stretch to try and accommodate the sheer size of him, at least two sizes bigger than my normal vibrating companion. As my lungs reached two breaths before capacity he gave the final push in and I felt his hips press into my skin. He was totally in, and it felt like he was so big I couldn't even squeeze him, not that I could if I wanted to, it was as hard as our lab table, smooth, and ice cold.
Edward shifted a little on the table, ready to move back out and I let out with my giant breath,
"Wait, just wait for a second!"
Glass. Glass. Faberge eggs. Glass. Glass. Porcelain teacups. Glass. Blown glass flowers. Careful there, don't move. You have to treat this like the Ark of the Covenant, like the Gnostic Gospels, like the Shroud of Turin. Glass. Glass.
Edward kept scarily still on top of me, I grabbed the lip of the counter above me for leverage, and then took a deep breath.
Incredibly slow he pulled back out, and once he was almost all the way out he started to move back in. We kept this pace for at least three rotations before my body started to relent and wasn't so achingly tight. Feeling that small release he picked up the pace a bit and we started to get a rhythm going. One hand moved down my side, the other brushed across my breasts, and I let out a groan of pleasure,
He responded with a slight twist of his hips that hit right on my G-spot and I felt myself clamp on his slippery length. Noticing that I liked it he held the position and started to hit it with every thrust. My lust started to build again, churning deep in my stomach as my body stopped registering the slight sting of pain with every plunge and instead focused the throbs of pleasure.
"Just so warm," he whispered. "If feels fucking fantastic."
"Don't stop." I exhaled and gripped harder on the table. He started to pump in and out of me faster and I couldn't help the groan that pushed out through my lips. His arm snaked under my arched back and then wrapped around my waist and started guiding me down onto his member. The extra body contact mixed with that filled to the brim feeling with each thrust made my world start to black around the edges.
"Bella." He growled, inching me off the edge of the table and with every pull of his arm harder down on his cock. He expanded within me and I yelled out,
I let go of the counter, my ass slipped off the edge of the table and he slammed into me a few more times. I could feel the table bite into my naked flesh and it caused me to clamp on him as the bruises formed at the small of my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his other hand came up to my hips and then I was being held in the air by Edward as he was guiding me down on his dick. Again, and again, and again he hit my G-spot, and then grew almost too big for me to contain. My breath started to come out hard from my chest, then it started to catch, and my body started to hum at the edge of oblivion.
My vision narrowed down to a tiny dot of sight, my ears stopped hearing Edward's grunts of exertion, and as my hands frantically grabbed fistfuls of his hair everything started to shake.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." I started babbling and with a final thrust my world exploded in a giant ball of white behind my eyes. I couldn't tell you what I did in that delicious moment of complete oblivion, but I do remember being laid back down on the table as Edward plowed into me four more times before he too started to shake. I tried to hold onto consciousness long enough to witness him come, and right as he hardened to a point of pain within me the pressure of his manhood left and he leaned forward resting his head on my stomach, frantically finishing himself off, as he shouted,
My hands found his hair; he shook against my stomach, and then laid there. Panting and spent everything slowly started to come back to me. The room was full of dim afternoon sun, the clock was ticking on the wall, there was a faint hissing noise, and my body felt like I had just been in a car accident…again. I exhaled and sucked in a deep, deep breath of air, but it smelled like something familiar and dangerous. I couldn't wrap my post-coital brain around it, but I knew it was something bad. I had the deep, serious urge to fall asleep on the table, Mr. Banner be damned, and closed my eyes.
For several blissful moments we laid there, my fingers twisting his hair, his cool cheek resting on my stomach, and the quiet hiss of leaking gas. Leaking gas?
I didn't want to move, ever again. With my face on Bella's stomach, feeling the closest I ever had at being able to sleep, and hearing her soft breaths and steady heartbeat…I could die. Maybe this was death. Bella inhaled a very large breath and started to drift off into sleep herself. I closed my eyes and then just as suddenly as she seemed to fall asleep she sat up.
"What?" I asked still laying on her stomach, I refused to move, and it's not like she could move me.
"I smell gas, there is leaking gas somewhere." She struggled against me and I pushed up from her stomach. Of course there was leaking gas, she had hit the valve when she had fallen back on the table, I had smelled the gas immediately, but we hadn't been anywhere near fire so we were fine. Maybe she could have gotten a little sick, but that would have taken at least twenty minutes to start to affect her.
What I did notice is that we had nearly destroyed the lab. Bunsen burners were all over the floor; bubbles from the sink were spread across the counter. There was dust and rubble by the sink from where I had destroyed the counter, as well as rubble and dust from our lab table and then there was the mess on the floor.
I couldn't tell you why I had decided to pull out at the last minute, but there was a split second of decision and I decided that. Perhaps, in the back of my mind, I remembered that almost everything about me could kill her…so unloading into her would probably be on that list. Good for keeping her alive, gross for having to clean up.
Bella was searching all around us for her clothes. Her bra was tangled in the Bunsen burners, I had destroyed her lacy shirt, her pants and underwear had been kicked far away by me in annoyance once we started to get into the thick of it. She put her bra back on, and placed her hands over her lap and looked up at me.
Beautiful, she was so beautiful. Her cheeks were a gorgeous flush, her hair looked a little wild, and she was grinning at me.
"We really made a mess didn't we?" She laughed and looked around the room. As her eyes reached the clock the smile dropped off her face. "FUCK! 3:50? We are so dead!"
As soon as she said it she turned back around and snapped her hands to cover her mouth, her eyes went wide with shock and she stayed silent.
"What?" I reached down and pulled my pants back up.
"Dead. Sorry. You're already dead, right? That was really insensitive." She mumbled behind her hands. I was constantly reminded every day of the fact that I was dead, but that was a different conversation for a different time. Right now I needed to make sure Alice wasn't right and we wouldn't have to move for an entirely different reason.
"Let's worry about that a little later. You get dressed and I'll clean all this up."
"But," she started.
I shook my head. "Trust me."
"Okay Edward." She shrugged and slid off the table to carefully tiptoe across the cold floor toward her clothes. I couldn't help but watch her and her tight body as she slowly moved across the lab. She really was magnificent. As she shimmied into her jeans I turned back to the task at hand.
Edward had managed to kick my jeans over toward my shirt and jacket. I turned away from him and slipped on my panties first. Standing had brought into sharp relief the slight trauma I had done to myself. Everything within me ached, and then there was the massive bruise forming at the small of my back from the table. I shimmied into my jeans and heard him start to move around behind me.
Despite the fact that I'd probably be walking funny tomorrow it was so totally worth it. Twice? Holy damn, I hadn't even been able to master that amount of orgasms myself. My body was still slightly shaky because of it. I pulled my shirt over my head and as I pulled my hair out of the back of the shirt felt how bushy it had become. Ahh…JBF hair. Might need to pull that up. I searched my pockets and pulled a hair thing out, pulling it into a ponytail at the back of my head.
Shrugging into my jacket I looked around for my flats that had been lost somewhere in our moment of passion and turned around to see the lab in perfect order. Bunsen burner fixtures were all cleaned and stacked in perfect lines, the tubes had been taken out of the sink and were lying next to the fixtures. All the bubbles in the sink were gone; all the counter dust that Edward had created was gone. And Edward was leaning against our lab table completely dressed and playing with my destroyed shirt.
"How the hell?" I started and then stopped looking at the clock, 4PM on the dot. I spotted my shoes next to Edward and as I slipped them on Mr. Banner came strolling into the room.
"Mr. Cullen, Miss Swan how are the Bunsen burners coming?" Mr. Banner asked as he put his briefcase down and walked over toward us.
"Finished." Edward smirked. "They were very well maintained but we did have to clean quite a few."
"Oh really?" Mr. Banner's shocked face looked back and forth between the two of us as he made his way over.
"Yeah, I cleaned the hoses." I offered and then tried to stop myself from laughing. I had the filthiest mind.
As Mr. Banner examined our work I caught Edward shoving my shirt deep into the pocket of his jacket. I looked up at him and he grinned down at me and then shot his head back toward our teacher.
"I suppose you two can go. Please stop disturbing the class. Classrooms are for learning, keep your flirting for breaks." Mr. Banner scolded and moved back toward his desk. Edward gestured for me to go first and we grabbed out backpacks and quietly left the room. Once the door closed behind us he reached over and grabbed my hand as we walked down the hall. I couldn't help it; I started grinning like an idiot.
Mr. Banner's interior monologue of defeat would have been something I normally relished but as we left the classroom all I felt was anxious. Having to clean up the lab so fast (except for fixing the counters; there was not much I could do for that) hadn't given me a chance to speak with Bella about what we had just done. Now she was going to get into her truck and slowly putt back to her home and I wouldn't be able to interact with her until 5th period tomorrow. In my anxiety I reached out and grabbed her hand, needing to feel the warmth of her body and the closeness of her. As her tiny hand squeezed back the anxiety washed right out of me and I relaxed into our companionable silence all the way to our cars.
A light rain had started to drizzle down onto us and she opened the passenger side of her truck and threw her backpack in before lifting the hood on her jacket to cover her disheveled hair.
"So," she smiled. "Do I get my shirt back?"
"I destroyed it, you want it back?" I pulled it out of my pocket and showed her the scraps of silk it had been torn into.
"Were you going to keep it?" She smirked and took a few steps toward me. The blood, the kiwi, and the rain mixed in my senses and I looked closely at her flushed face before answering,
"Oh," she blushed harder and shifted on her feet. "Do you always keep trophies after your conquests?"
"Why do you keep thinking that I'm some kind of Casanova?" I balled the shirt back up into my pocket.
"Have you looked in a mirror?" She joked and then her hands flew to her mouth again. "Oh Christ…can you even see your reflection?"
"Why don't we meet again under better circumstances and I'll explain it all to you." I laughed and pulled her hands down away from her face. "And I can see myself in a mirror."
"Like a date?" She took a few steps back to lean against her truck. The rain started to come down a little harder changing from a drizzle to plucking drops against the puddles on the ground.
"Of course a date. I should have taken you out on several dates first, so my apologies."
"Well not really. I mean people don't always do that anymore. That's kind of an antique dating ritual." Bella responded, thought about my comment for a moment, and then pulled back her hood to get a better look at me. "How old are you?"
"Tomorrow night? Port Angeles?" I unlocked my car.
"Edward, how old are you?" Bella moved toward me, our shoes touched and she looked up into my face. A tremendous swelling of love filled the space where my heart used to beat and I leaned down and cupped her face in my hands and moved down inches from her mouth.
"Thank you. You were better than I could have ever imagined."
Her breath caught in her chest and then she whispered against my lips,
"Not so bad yourself. Definitely not a marker."
I started laughing against her lips and then she closed the distance and pressed herself against me, slipping her arms around my neck, pushing herself up onto her tiptoes, and leaving gentle kisses against my mouth. As the wind changed and her delicious scent swirled around us I felt myself instantly harden and she pulled back smiling.
"Down boy," she whispered and ran her hand down the length of it. I braced myself against the car. "Save it for tomorrow."
"Is that a promise?" I groaned.
"That's a guarantee." She smiled and pulled away from me, covered the distance to the driver's side of her car, and started that ancient beast up. As she pulled away she gave a little wave and I wrapped my hand around the silk in my pocket. I watched her drive away and smiled. That's when Emmett's voice filled my head,
Edward you son of a bitch! You better get home right now and tell me everything. You can strangle Alice later, but it wasn't really her fault we kind of tortured it out of her. Seriously…now…don't even drive that is not fast enough.
Oh I'd run home…but not before I picked up a can of gas first. If I was anything I was a man of my word, and there was closet that needed burning.
This was written as a request from one of my friends. So 'Friend' this one is for you!