Senior year is almost over, so I only have four weeks to seduce Mr. Cullen, and it's not going to be easy...I place my hand on the desk, meeting his vivid green eyes and picking up the apple, leaning forwards enough that my shirt gapes as I sink my teeth into the crisp red skin. Juice runs down my chin and I lick it away. Teacherward. Rated F for Filthy.
A/N My little foray into Teacherward. There are 8 little chapters and I'm going to be posting one a day. Hopefully this one makes you smile a little, laugh a little, and gets you a little hot under the collar ;)
Well... you know how I'm always like, this isn't PWP, there's just a lot of smut, yada, yada...well this really is PWP lol.
Dedicated to PearlyFox.
Class in Session
It's warm today. The sun glints off the gleaming black of Rose's car, making me squint. We're standing in the parking lot, an early morning tradition; Alice leaning against Jasper, Rose pretending she's not staring at Emmett across the parking lot, Tanya and Irina whispering together, fresh gossip leaving heavily glossed lips. Paul and Jake are tossing a tennis ball at each other, each throw getting higher and more sloppy.
Rose pushes her glasses up her face. "Are you really gonna do it Bella?" Her voice is quiet enough that no one but me can hear her, which is crucial, because she's the only one I've told about my plans.
"Yep," I say, grinning at her as I whisper back. "Why not? Senior year is over in a month, I'm probably never going to see him again after that."
Rose bites her bottom lip, "I just...he's so much older."
"He's only thirty two," I say defensively. I know so much more than that. His medical record, his school history, his relationship status. It was all neatly outlined for me in his file, well worth sneaking into Principal Baker's office for.
"But what if he reports you?"
I shrug. "I'm not going to go in there and sit on his dick." Rose rolls her eyes, she's used to my crassness. " I'll ease him into it, and if he seems to be getting freaked out, then I'll just...stop I guess." I really fucking hope not.
"Just be careful." Rose warns, her dainty fingers playing with the end of her french braid.
"Of course, petal." I say playfully, making her lips curve up in a sweet smile. I've been calling her that since we were five. We're opposites in every way. I'm brunette, she's blond. I'm loud, she's quiet. I'm sour and she's sweet. But Rose is my best friend in the whole world, my soul mate. She's the heart of our friendship group, and though she's shy around people she doesn't know well, around us, she's no shrinking violet; I've corrupted her far too thoroughly for that.
The bell goes and we all snap to attention.
My first lesson of the day is English Lit, a class I never enjoyed until this year, when Mr Cullen showed up at our school. He's English himself, from somewhere called Epsom - that was in his file too - and when he speaks, everyone listens. It's not just because his voice is liquid sex, deep and rich, and thick like honey, that accent making every word out of his mouth sound like it's going to strip your clothes off and bend you over his desk. He's also the most attractive man I've ever seen; thick dirty blonde hair that you can bet is just long enough to grab handfuls of while his head is between your legs; a jawline for days, pale skin that always holds the hint of a flush across his incredibly high cheekbones. He doesn't smile, ever, but his teeth are white and perfectly straight when he talks, and when he's silent, his full, pink lips sit in an obstinate pout. The nail in the coffin is his eyes, vivid emerald-green, and encased in heavy black lashes that brush his cheek bones when he blinks.
The whole school is obsessed with him, boys and girls alike, but he keeps totally to himself, even amongst the teacher's, much to the disappointment of our Art Teacher, Ms. Dash, or as I prefer to call her, Ms. Dashperate.
I've enjoyed every single lesson Mr. Cullen has given us, and like the other girls in the class, I've flirted a little throughout the year, but now I'm stepping up my game. Senior year is almost over, so I only have four weeks to seduce Mr. Cullen, and it's not going to be easy.
When talking about writing, his face gets a little flushed and his voice deepens, but that's the most emotion he ever displays. He's the strictest teacher we've ever had at this school, doesn't like talking back, doesn't like talking at all unless you raise your hand. His assignments are lengthy and his feedback if you don't meet his requirements, brutal.
The most praise you'll ever get from him is a nod, and so far I've only seen him do it once, to Angela Weber.
For all intents and purposes, Mr. Cullen, or Edward Anthony Cullen, according to his file, appears impenetrable.
Luckily for me, I love a challenge.
He's sitting at his desk when I walk in, ignoring us as we filter through the door and take our seats. Mine is right at the back, but I don't go to it, instead I stop in front of his desk.
There's an apple sitting on the mahogany surface, probably from Jessica, that simpering teacher's pet. I place my hand on the desk, meeting his vivid green eyes and picking up the apple, leaning forwards enough that my shirt gapes as I sink my teeth into the crisp red skin. Juice runs down my chin and I lick it away, lowering the apple from my mouth; it was just a taste, I didn't take any of the fruit.
"Don't you just love the taste of that sweet juice on your tongue?" I ask him, looking at him from under my eyelashes. It's provocative and daring, and it might get me detention, after all, I am stealing his apple. I watch him for his reaction, but unsurprisingly, I don't get one. He just stares at me, holding my gaze without showing the slightest sign I've said anything at all, let alone bitten into the fruit meant for him.
"Not particularly." He says in a bored tone. "Sit down please Miss Swan."
I place the apple on the table, the wide mark of my teeth imprinted in the shiny red surface. "Yes, sir."
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