Originally written for the Sexy Twilight Character contest, this will now be a multi-chaptered story. Please enjoy and review!:)
Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine.
I hurried around the house, getting ready for school. I hadn't gotten very much sleep after work last night, and I was still exhausted. I'd been working two part-time jobs since the beginning of the school year, trying to save up enough money for college. I knew I was burning the candle at both ends, between work and all the AP courses I'd loaded upon myself this year, but I was determined to get into a good college.
Unfortunately, my chores at home had begun to slip lower on the priority list, which brought me to my current predicament: no clean underwear. Laundry just wasn't as important as my college applications.
Well, that wasn't actually true; I had one insanely embarrassing bra and underwear set that Alice had bought me for my birthday last year. It was a deep midnight blue scrap of lace and a tiny speck of a bra. I'd obviously never worn them, because the tags were still attached.
Sighing in defeat after shoveling through my underwear drawer once more, I finally dug out the embarrassingly sexy underwear. I would just have to hope that the skirt on my uniform would stay put for the entire day.
I quickly finished getting ready and grabbed my book bag before running out of the house to drive to school. The thong was riding up uncomfortably, and I couldn't help but shift around constantly, trying to get rid of the inevitable wedgie.
Arriving at the school, I found Alice and Rosalie waiting for me in the parking lot. I clunked my old truck into a spot and wound my way through the cars to where they were standing.
"Bella! Did you finish that ridiculously difficult lab for bio?" Alice asked, sounding entirely too perky for my exhausted mood.
"Uh, yeah, I did. It wasn't too difficult, Alice. You could have come over to study with me, you know," I replied.
"Yeah but you're always at work these days! I don't even know how you're going to keep this up without killing yourself," she chided.
Trust Alice to think she should mother me. I rolled my eyes and we wandered toward the school, all three of us trying to keep the howling wind from blowing our skirts up.
Forks High School had changed their dress code last year to require uniforms. Nobody was pleased with the new rules, but none of the students really had a choice. The new dress code was strictly enforced, and we grudgingly went along with it.
The boys were required to wear navy blue v-neck sweaters with white collared shirts and ties, with khaki or navy blue slacks and black shoes. The girls were required to wear the same on top, and either slacks or red and navy blue plaid skirts on the bottom.
Of course, Alice had been the most vocal protestor of them all; she could no longer come to school in her designer clothes. I chuckled as I admitted that, even in the uniform, she still looked like she'd stepped off the pages of Vogue.
Naturally, she'd tackled the new dress code with a vengeance, and made Rosalie and I swear that we would never wear the hideous slacks they tried to force on us. We'd agreed, only because Alice usually got what she wanted and it was just quicker to let her get her way.
We finally gained entrance to the toasty school and went our separate ways. I shuffled off to class, hoping that I would not fall asleep again. I'd been so exhausted lately that my teachers were beginning to get annoyed with my bad habit of dozing off in class.
I slid into my desk at the back of the classroom, waiting for the teacher to get there. I put my head down on the desk with my arms crossed underneath to provide an uncomfortable pillow. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift as I listened to the conversation buzzing around me.
Finally, Mr. Buzzer, the teacher, came in and began class. He was by far my least favorite, because he didn't seem to like it when I'd correct him. I couldn't help the fact that I was really good at English, could I?
I sat back in my desk and told myself to pay attention. I rolled my eyes multiple times while Mr. Buzzer tried to lead a discussion about Jane Eyre with all the dead-between-the-ears kids around me. It was no wonder teachers began to hate their lives, I thought snidely.
I felt my eyelids get heavier due to the warm classroom and the extreme lack of sleep I'd gotten last night. I crossed my arms over my chest and cleared my throat, sitting up higher in my seat and attempting to wake up.
Twenty minutes went by, and I was again drifting off to sleep. The voices around me were becoming quieter and the monotone of the teacher was like a white noise machine. My eyes slid shut and my head drifted sideways, coming to rest awkwardly on my shoulder. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't get my body to comply.
I was jerked awake by Mr. Buzzer's clammy hand on my shoulder, shaking me roughly. I snapped my head up to look at him, disgruntled and embarrassed at the same time. The rest of the class was staring at me, snickering and making fun of me.
My cheeks heated in a blush and I ducked my head to avoid looking around. Mr. Buzzer glowered down at me, handing me a pink slip, saying, "Please go to the office, Ms. Swan. I have had enough of your sleeping in class. Do you see a bed? Does the door say 'Holiday Inn' on it? I didn't think so!"
I felt my flush get even deeper as his tirade gained volume. He was such a jerk! I quickly grabbed my stuff, still keeping my head down. I rushed out of the room and hurried to the office.
I went up to the counter and handed the slip to Mrs. Cope. She frowned down at it in surprise, I assume because I had never been sent to the office with a detention slip before. I was usually in there for good things, like volunteering or talking to the guidance counselor about colleges.
She told me to sit in the chair and wait for the Assistant Principal to come see me. I groaned and plopped into the chair, slumping down in mortification. This day definitely sucked.
I watched as Mrs. Cope pushed a button on her phone system before saying, "Mr. Cullen? I have a student to see you."
A deep, smooth voice came over the crackling speaker, saying, "Thank you, Mrs. Cope. What was she sent down for?"
She looked over at me for an answer, and I hunched my shoulders as I answered, "I fell asleep in Mr. Buzzer's class."
I could see her trying to suppress a smile, turning back to answer Mr. Cullen. I had no idea who this Mr. Cullen was; he must be the new Assistant Principal who'd started at the beginning of the school year.
I didn't have to wait long before one of the doors swung open and Mr. Cullen walked out, in all his amazingly gorgeous glory. I shot up out of my chair, almost knocking it over in my haste. I choked as I watched him coming towards me, his lanky legs carrying him swiftly across the office.
My eyes drifted over his body, noting the way his broad shoulders filled his suit coat and his long arms swung along his lean waist as he walked. I raised my gaze to his face, nearly going blind when my eyes met his. His reddish-brown hair was tousled, his brows serious over his golden eyes. His nose sat straight over a mouth that shot my mind right into the gutter. His jaw was square and perfectly accented his amazing cheekbones. This guy was hot, and I felt myself get hot for him.
I looked away, embarrassed when he caught me staring at him. My mouth was still agape when he motioned for me to follow him back into his office. His demeanor was businesslike, and I snapped to attention immediately. I had a feeling he took his job a little too seriously.
I walked behind him, noticing his graceful stride. He was so gorgeous, I had trouble getting my sleepy mind to cooperate with my feet and I ended up stumbling over the threshold. He looked back in time to grab onto my arm and help me right myself. I gasped quietly when I felt his warmth through my sweater.
Mr. Cullen jerked his hand away from me, his eyebrows lowering even further. I sighed and took a seat in one of the visitor chairs by his massive desk.
I scanned his office, noting the wall of books and the dark wood accents everywhere. He had a globe on his desk, and I smirked as I thought about how useless it must be.
He unbuttoned his jacket and I saw his muscles on his chest outlined briefly when his shirt stretched across his chest. He sat down behind his desk, resting his elbows on the blotter and touching his fingertips together. Finally, he spoke. "Isabella Swan, aren't you the president of the Honor Society?"
I grimaced. "Yes."
"So, explain what happened in Mr. Buzzer's class," he replied, looking stern.
"I…fell asleep," I admitted, looking at my shoes.
"Ms. Swan, you are a senior. You should know by now that falling asleep in class is not the best idea. Tell me why you did not get enough sleep at home."
I blushed, stammering, "I work two jobs to save up for college, and when I'm not at work, I have to do all my homework and take care of my dad. He doesn't know how to cook or clean. It's up to me, and I just don't have enough time to sleep with everything going on."
"I see. Well, perhaps I will be forced to take away your work permit, considering the fact that you are losing so much sleep," he threatened.
"I don't have a work permit; I'm eighteen, so I can work as many jobs and as many hours as I want," I replied, a bit defiantly.
His eyebrows snapped down once more and his mouth tightened. He obviously didn't like my tone. "Ms. Swan, sarcasm does not become you," he snapped.
I blushed again, my eyes breaking away from his before saying, "I'm sorry. It's just that I really do need to work. My hands are tied."
"Very well, but you should know that I will be keeping an eye on you. I want you to get more sleep so you can focus when you're in school. Having money saved for college isn't as important as getting good grades and recommendations from your teachers," he warned.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again," I stuttered.
Mr. Cullen looked somewhat appeased by my promise, and I couldn't help but notice how devastatingly handsome he was up close. His skin was smooth and flawless; his cheeks and chin already showing signs of stubble. My mouth watered as I thought about how it would feel to run my fingertips across that sinful mouth.
He cleared his throat and I closed my eyes, mortified at being caught staring yet again. I mentally kicked myself and pulled it together enough to look back at him. "May I go now?" I asked hopefully.
"You are free to go for now, but you will need to report back her at the end of the day for your detention," he replied.
"But I thought that detention was done with the teacher…?" I asked, confused.
"Mr. Buzzer teaches classes at the community college after his high school classes get out for the day, so you will serve your detention here in my office," he clarified.
I groaned, wondering what I had done in a past life to deserve such torture. This was the first time I'd ever been so attracted to a man before, and it wasn't a pleasant experience, all things considered. I was too embarrassed to say any more, so I swiftly stood up and reached my hand out for the pass back to class he handed me.
His fingertips brushed mine as they met over the little piece of paper. I jerked my hand back at the same time that he let it go, and we both watched as it drifted to the floor on my side of the desk. I turned and bent down to pick it up, forgetting that my skirt would ride up.
I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I realized I was more or less flashing him. That's when I remembered the underwear I had on. Oh no! My brain shouted at me. He probably had a direct view of the lacy blue thong currently riding up my ass. Fantastic.
I bit my lip and straightened, staring at the wall in front of me. I was afraid to turn around and see his face. This was by far the most embarrassing moment of my entire life, and it just had to be in front of the most amazingly hot man I'd ever met.
Finally, I turned and grabbed my bag without ever meeting his eyes. I hurried out of his office and ran to my next class.
My last class of the day ended and I gathered my things before making my way to the front office for my detention. My feet were dragging along reluctantly, my face fixed in a permanently scarlet state.
Mr. Cullen's office door was open and Mrs. Cope had already gone home for the day, so I nervously made my way over to see if he was sitting at his desk.
I watched as he worked, completely unaware of my presence. His hair looked mussed, as if he'd been running his hand through it all day long. I bit my lip, my fingers itching to bury themselves in that glorious mess.
I finally cleared my throat and his head snapped up, his eyes darkening noticeably when he saw me. "Uh, I'm here for my detention," I said shakily.
He gave me a curt nod and gestured to a desk in the corner of his office. I went over to it and set my stuff down, taking a seat on the hard chair. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do during detention, never having had one before, so I turned back to Mr. Cullen and tried to get his attention.
"Did you have a question, Ms. Swan?" he asked without looking up.
"Yeah… I was just wondering what I'm supposed to do," I replied.
"Do you have homework?" he asked.
"Well, then I'd suggest you work on that, then," he said, sounding somewhat annoyed.
I huffed in irritation, feeling stupid now. How was I supposed to know that I could do homework in detention? For all I knew, he would make me go outside and re-pave the parking lot or something.
I quit grumbling and settled in with my AP Biology homework, trying to focus on it and not the sexy man sitting mere feet away from me. I ended up re-reading the same page a thousand times before I finally sighed in frustration.
"Do you mind if I listen to my iPod? I have a hard time doing my homework without music." I said meekly.
"I suppose," he replied, again without looking up at me.
The rest of my detention passed without another word. I listened to my iPod and finished my homework while he continued to ignore me.
Over the next few months, I struggled to keep up with my studies and my demanding work schedule. I made sure to drink plenty of caffeine before Mr. Buzzer's class, and I was successful in not falling asleep during his lectures.
The attraction to Mr. Cullen never went away, however. I would see him around the school, looking as uptight and serious as ever. His demeanor made me want to loosen him up, just to see him laugh. I was willing to bet he had an amazing smile.
I spent a lot of time in my classes daydreaming about what it would be like to seduce him, but I barely ever saw him. Besides the fact that it was illegal, I tried to remind myself that someone like him would never want anything to do with a stupid, plain eighteen-year-old girl.
I couldn't help the dreams I had at night, though. I would seduce him in a million different ways, always ending with us having wildly erotic sex. Then I would wake up and take care of myself, always wishing it were his hands on me.
I never told Alice or Rosalie about my insane obsession with Mr. Cullen, but they seemed to know something was wrong with me. I had lost interest in the guys who hung around us at the mall and school sporting events. I'd been slacking on my college applications and I spent a lot of time spacing out.
I didn't want them to know that I was lusting after someone so unattainable; they might pity me for my foolishness.
It was Thursday afternoon and I was sitting by myself at the lunch table, waiting for the girls to get out of class. I had my headphones on, listening to We Are Scientists. I wasn't super familiar with their music, but I liked this song.
I was spacing out yet again, thinking about Mr. Cullen's amazing golden eyes when I saw the man himself enter the cafeteria. He was wearing a black suit with a dark blue dress shirt. His tie was striped with red, black, and blue. I watched in admiration and lust as he crossed the floor, walking toward the teacher's table.
The chorus of the song blared in my ears and I sighed, finding it so very appropriate for the moment.
body is your body
I won't tell anybody
If you wanna use my body
Go for it, yeah
My body is your body
I'm not just anybody
If you wanna use my body
Go for it, yeah
Go for it, yeah"
I looked up again to see Mr. Cullen staring at me from across the cafeteria. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, wondering why. He frowned when he noticed me looking back at me, quickly averting his gaze. One of the teachers said something to him then, and I was able to go back to my lustful thoughts.
I imagined myself striding seductively into his office, wearing fuck-me pumps and a daring set of lacy underwear. I would sit on his desk and pull him to me, using that striped tie to my advantage. He would be stuttering and powerless against me, eventually giving in even though we both knew how much trouble we could get into.
My fantasy came to a screeching halt when Alice and Rosalie came blasting into the lunchroom, talking excitedly. I smiled and removed my headphones, knowing they probably had some drama they wanted to share with me.
They were regaling me with a hilarious story about gym class when I felt his presence behind me. I quickly looked up, biting my lip.
"Hello, Ms. Swan. Do you have a moment?" his dark chocolate voice asked me.
"Uh, yeah…" I answered, uncertainly.
He gestured for me to follow him, so I did. He led me to the deserted hallway before turning around to face me once more. "It has come to my attention that your studies have been suffering once more, due to your work schedule. I am not aware if you know this, but I was a professor back in Chicago before I took this position. I can tell you unequivocally that if you do not pay more attention in your classes, it will count against you when it comes time to go to college."
I blushed, ducking my head so I wouldn't have to meet his eyes. How embarrassing to be lectured by the one man I wanted above anyone else. I felt the frustration over my situation rise in my chest, choking me.
"Mr. Cullen, I am well aware of the situation. However, I have managed to maintain my 4.0 and my homework is always in on time. I occasionally space out during class, but that's just because I already know all of this stuff and it's incredibly boring to have to sit through learning it over again!"
His frown increased and his eyes narrowed as he thought about what I'd just said. "I see. So what you're saying is you feel that you are not being challenged enough by your advanced placement classes?"
I swallowed my tongue, wondering if he was insulted for some reason. Finally, I said, "Yes. I want a challenge, but all I feel like I'm receiving is busy work."
"Very well, then. I will speak to your teachers and we will see what we can work out."
I nodded in shock, wondering what he meant by that. I watched as he turned and walked away, his long legs eating up the floor toward his office.
I took a moment to calm myself before walking back to my table. Alice and Rose were waiting for me with wide eyes and a million questions. I found myself telling them everything in a hushed tone so nobody could overhear.
Rose supported my decision to stay away from Mr. Cullen, but Alice demanded that I do everything in my power to seduce him.
After school was out, she dragged Rose and I to the nearest mall and began buying up an entire wardrobe of sexy underwear for me. Our dress code obviously didn't allow any alterations, but we were allowed to wear high heels if we chose to. With that in mind, Alice also shoved ten new pairs of sexy high heels in my direction.
Once we were home, Alice took all my skirts back to her house and hemmed them so they were practically indecent. I knew I would probably get in trouble for it, but I didn't really care. I was becoming wrapped up in the idea of living out my fantasy of seducing Mr. Cullen.
The next day, I arrived in my English class, only to be handed a note saying I needed to see Mr. Cullen in the front office. I felt my chest tighten as I walked toward his office, wondering if I was getting in trouble for the short skirt or more complaints from the teachers.
Mrs. Cope quickly escorted me to his office door, and I knocked hesitantly. His voice called out for me to enter, and I opened the door quickly.
He sat behind his desk, looking as delicious and off-limits as ever. His permanent scowl was already in place, and it deepened even further when he noted the length of my skirt.
"Ms. Swan, your skirt is too short. That is against dress code," he said sternly.
I gulped, my heart beating frantically in my chest. I decided to lie, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen, but my father did the laundry because I haven't been able to and all of my skirts shrank in the dryer. He didn't know that they need to air dry because they're wool…"
He interrupted me, obviously not interested in my excuse. "Never mind that, I summoned you here to let you know that I have spoken with all of your teachers and they have agreed to release you from their classes so you may attend classes at the local community college. There are some school districts that allow this in Washington, but the program has not gotten enough interest in our district so it has not been offered as an option."
My jaw dropped, and I stared at him in disbelief. "What do you mean? Don't I have to graduate first?"
"No, the program is called "running start" and it's for high school students who want to be challenged while receiving dual credits through their high school as well as college. The credits you receive will count toward your two-year degree, if you are interested," he replied.
Wow, was all I could think. This was an amazing opportunity, and I was so grateful to him for suggesting it. "That would be so cool!" I said happily. I cringed inwardly when I realized how young I sounded.
I thought I saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but I couldn't be sure because it passed quickly. He gestured for me to sit down in one of the chairs so I could sign some papers and pick the classes I'd like to take.
I had so much fun paging through the course catalogue that I lost track of the time. Mr. Cullen helped me plan my new schedule, and I was surprised to notice that he was warming up slightly.
Now that I was a running start student, I felt so much more interested in my studies. Unfortunately, the increased challenge of my college-level classes came with increasingly difficult homework.
My science class was by far the most difficult. I would need to get a tutor to help me keep afloat. I groaned at the extra expense, but I knew it would be worth it if I could ace the class.
I'd been going to the community college for five months now. I only had a couple months left to go before I would graduate from high school. Mr. Cullen would call me into his office at least once a month to check on my progress.
I was currently sitting in his office, waiting for him to return from a meeting. I kept shifting in my seat, uncomfortable in the warm office. I was already flushed from the sight of his desk, the very desk that I dreamed about on almost a nightly basis.
If I closed my eyes, I could see myself laid across it, my back arched and my blouse torn open, my skirt tossed around my hips as Mr. Cullen pounded into me. I could hear my cries and his moans as he fucked me into oblivion.
I straightened up in embarrassment when I heard him clear his throat. I bit my lip and looked up at him, my eyes wide and my cheeks a deep red.
I tried unsuccessfully to forget my inconvenient daydream while Mr. Cullen and I talked about my classes. I admitted that I needed a tutor for my science class, even though I couldn't really afford one. To my surprise, he offered to tutor me himself.
"I used to be a professor of Biology. I think I could help you with your science class, if you wish," he said, his frown easing and a hint of a smile playing around his mouth.
My eyes bugged out of my head as I realized what he was offering. "Wait, you mean for free? You'd do that?" I asked, incredulously.
This time, I saw his smile. I was right; it was incredibly. I couldn't help but drool over the magnificent sight before me. I was sure my brain would explode and my panties would spontaneously combust any second now.
"Isabella," he began. I gasped, hearing my name from his mouth was so sexy. "You are by far the most promising student here at Forks High School, and I want to help you succeed. It is my job to help you and guide you however I can, and I am personally invested in your future once you leave this school."
I nodded, unable to form any words worth saying. Mr. Cullen gave me a small smile, and we agreed to meet in his office again the next day so we could go over the material for my biology class.
Over the course of the next two months, Mr. Cullen tutored me at least three days a week. I was now in the top of my class, and I had him to thank for it.
My attempts at seducing Mr. Cullen during our study sessions were always thwarted by Mr. Cullen himself. His demeanor would warm up, and I would try to flirt or let my skirt ride up on my legs a little too high, and the next thing I knew he would frown and that would be that. I would sigh miserably, wondering if I completely wasting my time.
Eventually, I began to feel discouraged and my heart wasn't in it anymore. I continued to attend my tutoring sessions with him, but my attitude became just as serious and detached as his was. I tried not to let despair creep in, but I continued to dream about him nightly. Obviously, I was nothing more than a stupid teenage girl who was too dumb to realize when to give up.
Rose and Alice noticed my withdrawal, and I could see their concern. Every weekend I wasn't working, they would force me to dress up and go out with them to attract guys. I was never very interested in anybody but Mr. Cullen, but I couldn't have him and I knew I needed to move on.
One night, about a week before graduation, I met Mike. He wasn't my type, but he was nice and the party we were at was completely boring. I let him get my drinks and flirt with me, but my interest level never rose beyond that which I'd give to a fly crawling on the wall.
I let myself drink too much in my depressed state. Alice and Rose were busy elsewhere with their new boyfriends, and I was feeling a bit jealous. They didn't need to invest tons of money in sexy underwear nobody ever saw, or spend hours upon hours staring at someone they couldn't have. As much as they argued against me, I knew it was because they were beautiful and I was just average looking. If either one of them had wanted Mr. Cullen, he'd probably be wrapped in a bow just waiting for them.
I finished my fifth beer of the night, and Mike was busy slobbering all over my neck. I felt the bile rise in my throat, but I didn't stop him. I just wasn't really interested enough to care at that point.
After about an hour of Mike's progressing advances, I finally pushed him away and went to find my friends. I wanted to go home and cry into my pillow. I wanted to throw up all the beer sloshing around in my stomach and let myself fall into a deep sleep, forgoing the usual sex dreams I had.
I found them after about thirty minutes. Rose was straddling her boyfriend Emmett's lap while they made out. Alice was sitting on the counter with her arms wrapped around Jasper's waist, her head lying on his chest. I felt another useless pang of envy, wishing I had someone to cozy up to myself.
After the party, I went home and laid in my bed, trying to ignore the loneliness seeping into my bones. I tossed and turned all night, my head filled with depressing thoughts. There was only one week of school left, and after that, I would probably never see Mr. Cullen again.
The following Monday, I was walking down the hall toward Mr. Cullen's office when I was assaulted by a familiar face. I frowned, trying to figure out a way to get rid of him. "Mike? I didn't know you went here," I said, disgruntled.
His big eyes drooped and his lower lip pouted out and he said, "We've been in high school together for the past three years, Bella."
I felt bad for not knowing this, but I couldn't help the disinterest I felt. He ignored my obvious "hands off" body language, wrapping his skinny arm around my shoulders and squeezing me against him too tightly. I grimaced, choking on the overpowering stench of his cologne.
"Bella, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go see a movie sometime?" he asked hopefully.
I tried unsuccessfully to push him away, trying to come up with a nice way to say no when I heard a voice of steel covered in velvet issue from behind me. "Mr. Newton, you know the rules on public displays of affection. This is a learning environment, not a petting zoo."
I spun around awkwardly, facing Mr. Cullen in shock. I instantly felt my cheeks warm as I tried to disentangle myself from Mike. I really didn't want him to think we were a couple, but this kid was just so clueless.
Mike finally retracted his arm, and I was able to get away for a breath of fresh air. I already had a headache from his cologne.
Mr. Cullen turned back to me and nodded, as if satisfied. He spoke curtly, telling me to follow him. I hugged my books to my chest and shuffled after him, afraid of his grim mood.
We settled into the chairs in his office, and I pulled out my homework and a bottle of water. I felt parched after dealing with Mike. Unfortunately, my hands were shaking due to the nerves zinging in my blood from being so close to my tutor, and I ended up spilling some water, which resulted in me jumping and spilling yet more all over myself. I groaned in embarrassment as I realized my white uniform blouse was now practically transparent, and my dark bra showed through quite easily.
Mr. Cullen's scowl darkened as he took some napkins from his desk and handed them to me. I quickly tried to sop up most of the water, but it was hopeless. My shirt would just have to dry on its own. I sighed in frustration and refused to meet his eyes, hoping he wouldn't think I did that on purpose.
The plan for these last few tutoring sessions would be studying for the finals, so we got to work immediately. I eventually loosened up, and my shirt was dry enough at that point that I could put my sweater on over it to hide the damp spot.
Mr. Cullen sighed, and my eyes snapped up to meet his in confusion. His face was devoid of all expression, which I found curious. We continued to work with the index cards and the study notes, and the rest of the session passed without further incident.
It was now the last day of school, and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest as I cleaned out my locker for the last time. Alice and Rosalie were determined to go to another party tonight, and I knew I'd be suckered into going along. I hated parties, but I couldn't ever get around Alice and her schemes.
My mood was sour because this would be the last day I'd ever see Mr. Cullen. I'd never be able to tell him how I felt or even worse, feel his body against mine. I wanted him so badly; it felt as if every particle of my being cried out for his touch whenever he was near me.
I was bending down to get some books from the bottom of my locker when I felt a cool draft hitting my upper thighs, exposed to the world thanks to Alice and her crafty sewing machine. I'd been wearing these skirts too short all year, and I was amazed that I'd never gotten in any trouble with the office.
I looked up, wondering if I'd imagined it. The hall was empty, but I when I turned back to my locker I jumped and screamed. Mr. Cullen was standing to the other side of me, looking as stern as ever in his staid navy blue suit. His blood red tie stood out against his snow-white shirt. He looked good enough to eat.
My legs quivered as I tried to suppress my longing for him. I could already feel the moisture gathering in my underwear, much to my mortification. I tried to fix my expression into one of polite interest as I greeted him. "Hi, Mr. Cullen."
He inclined his head towards me and said, "Isabella, please follow me to my office. There are some things I would like to speak to you about before you are done here."
I gulped in fear, wondering what he wanted to talk about with me. I could never tell if he was happy or sad, angry or excited. Mr. Cullen seemed to have an inability to express his emotions, and it kept me in a constant state of confusion.
I followed him blindly, my mind lost in thought. When we got to his office, I walked over to his desk and I turned to see him closing his door. I thought I heard the lock click into place, but I couldn't be sure. I was still worrying about what might be coming.
I felt the nerves in my stomach start churning as I watched him walk towards me. I could feel my knees shaking together, and I tried to keep as still as possible so he wouldn't see my obvious fear.
"Now, Isabella, I want to talk to you about your behavior this year. Don't think I haven't noticed how you have been acting around me; I am far from the clueless boys you apparently hang around," he said darkly.
I gaped at him, my eyes wide. "Wh..what do you mean, Mr. Cullen?" I asked shakily.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Miss Swan. The very first time you came to my office, you flashed your thong at me. At almost every tutoring session, you consistently attempted to undermine my authority and control with your looks and touches. The very last session was a blatant attempt at seduction, and I am fed up with this little game of yours."
I wanted to die; it would be the only escape I felt from this soul-drenching humiliation. I opened and closed my mouth repeatedly, my mind completely blank. I could not think of one thing to say in my defense, because I knew that he was right for the most part. My actions were ridiculous and transparent, and I felt an intense sense of shame.
Finally, all I could come up with was, "I...I…I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen."
His frown deepened and I wondered what he was thinking in that moment. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest, his legs braced wide. He seemed to be staring at me intently, and I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Do you want me to touch you, Isabella?" he asked gruffly.
My head shot up in shock, and I gasped in surprise. "Yes!" I said instantly. My cheeks flamed and I ducked my head down, afraid to meet his eyes.
"Very well, then. If that is what you want, then we will do this my way. Turn around and face the desk. Do not ask questions. Good, now place your hands on top of the desk and bend forward," his voice demanded.
I found myself bent over his desk, my skirt riding up. I watched from the corner of my eye as he walked over to one corner of his office and pulled something looking like a wooden paddle off the wall. I wondered what he was planning to do, but I was not about to disobey him by asking.
He walked behind me and I could not see him anymore, so I turned and faced the wall behind his desk. I could feel him standing close behind me; his breathing was the only sound in the room.
The cool air of his office swept over my bare buttocks when he pushed my skirt up around my waist. I braced myself, not sure of what would happen next.
"Tsk, tsk, Ms. Swan. I see you are still trying to tempt me with your sexy underwear. However, thongs do not offer much protection against the punishment I have planned for you. You have been behaving inappropriately all year, and I have decided you are in desperate need of some discipline."
I stopped breathing altogether, finally realizing what he was about to do. The wooden paddle smacked against my bare cheeks, causing a slight sting. He hadn't done it too hard, but the sensation was still intense. I bit my lip as he spanked me again, trying to hold back my moan of pleasure mixed with pain.
"Are you enjoying this, Ms. Swan?" he asked, sounding incredulous.
"Wrong answer, Isabella." He spanked me again. "Try again."
"Yes!" I answered with more enthusiasm.
"Good. Now, I want you to tell me if I hurt you," he said sternly. I nodded to let him know I understood.
His swats became increasingly harder, and I felt the moisture gathering between my legs begin to run down the inside of my thighs. I was moaning, my fingers digging into the blotter on his desk. The sound of the paddle smacking against my bare flesh was entirely erotic, and I couldn't help but notice Mr. Cullen's breathing was becoming deeper and faster.
Finally, he put the paddle down on the desk beside my left arm. I felt his hand rubbing over my ass, soothing the stinging. He began to massage the muscles, helping me relax.
"Are you ready to continue with your punishment, Ms. Swan?" he asked from behind me.
"…yes," I answered meekly.
"Excellent. Now, I am going to sit behind my desk and I want you to stand in front of me. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mr. Cullen," I said.
With that, he crossed behind his desk and took a seat in the big leather roller chair. I followed him, coming to stand directly between him and the desk. I bit my lip, unsure of what to do now.
His hands came up and gripped my hips, pushing me back so I was sitting on the very edge of his desk. His steely gaze roved over my body hungrily, and I could see the erection pressing against the zipper of his trousers.
"Isabella, unbutton your blouse and take it off, please."
I did as he asked, blushing when his eyes zeroed in on the deep red lace of my bra. It only had half-cups, so my breasts were pushed up and out over the top. I realized he would be able to see everything if I kept breathing as deeply as I was right now. I tried to calm myself down, but I knew it was futile.
His hands stroked firmly up from my hips, massaging along my waist and coming to rest on my breasts. He gripped them in his large hands, his long fingers kneading the flesh spilling out of my bra. I watched as his pupils dilated and his neck flushed red. I was fascinated with his reaction to me, never believing it possible.
I held my breath as he continued his ministrations. I didn't know how far this would go, but I was definitely sure I would jump off a bridge if he stopped. Luckily, his hands kept roaming my body.
The next two minutes passed in complete silence as he explored my body, his hands never leaving my skin. I began to get restless; the need to touch him was too great. I pursed my lips in frustration and reminded myself that he wanted me to obey him.
"Is there something you would like to say, Isabella?" his voice floated up to me, asking.
"I was just wondering when I'll get to touch you," I asked, suddenly feeling shy.
His low chuckle shot through me like a bolt of lightening. "All in due time, Isabella. All in due time," he answered. I bit back my groan of frustration yet again.
Finally, he seemed to be satisfied with his thorough expedition over my torso. He nudged me back onto the desk, telling me to lay back. I complied, feeling nervous again.
His hands skimmed up my thighs, causing a thousand tiny fires to ignite over my skin. He reached the band of my thong and pulled it down slowly, causing me to go completely mad. I now only wore my skirt and high heels.
Mr. Cullen stood up, leaning over me on his desk. His hands planted themselves on the desk beside my head, and he looked at me for a breath of a second before lowering is mouth to mine.
I held my breath once more, afraid I would wake up from this amazing dream. His lips were just as delicious as they appeared; they moved over mine with purpose and determination. I could taste and smell him, and my lips slid open slowly to take his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues rubbed against each other deliberately, his dominating my mouth and causing yet more moisture to seep from my core.
His hands were now rubbing roughly down my stomach, and he pulled away to look down at me. His golden eyes were practically tawny at this point, and I couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped my mouth as I stared up at him.
As his hands slid lower, so did his body. He sat in the chair, pushing it up to the desk until he was situation between my legs. He grabbed my feet, placing my knees over his shoulders. I let my head drop to the desk, closing my eyes in anticipation. No one had ever done this to me before, but I had a feeling it would be my favorite thing in the entire world if it were Mr. Cullen's mouth on me.
A high-pitched squeal of need escaped my lips as I felt his wicked tongue flicking up and down the swollen lips of my sex. I tried to stay still, but I was completely lost to my body at this point. Mr. Cullen pushed down on my hipbones to keep me in place while he attacked me with his mouth. I could feel his tongue pressing against my clit, circling it in the perfect rhythm.
I couldn't stop the pants and moans rolling from my throat. His mouth was so amazing that it should be declared a lethal weapon. I felt the need in me build to a crescendo, and soon I felt the white-hot heat of my orgasm rip through me like a freight train.
After my orgasm passed, Mr. Cullen stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. I watched in extreme joy as his gorgeous chest was revealed to my ravenous eyes. He was perfect, not a flaw in sight. His hands dropped to his trousers and I bit my lip in anticipation, wondering if he would be as big as I dreamt.
Of course, he'd be huge, I thought to myself as I saw his enormous erection escape from his pants. He pushed them to the floor and stood proudly, looking over me with an expression on his face that I could not identify.
He gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, before bringing my legs around his waist. "Are you ready for me, Isabella?" he asked roughly.
"Yes," I answered, loud and clear.
Without further ado, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward heavily. I groaned as he sheathed himself in me completely, stretching me beyond my wildest imagination. I could see the muscles in his neck and jaw tense as he held himself still for a moment.
When I had adjusted to his entry, I lifted my hips to grind against his. I heard a guttural sound escape his chest and I smiled in gratification; I wanted to hear more sounds exactly like that.
Mr. Cullen pulled out of me and slammed back in, his biceps tightening as he held my hips for support. I felt helpless against the onslaught of sensations as his body continued to grind against mine.
He bent low over me, his breath hot against my ear. "You are so fucking tight and wet for me, Isabella. I can feel how your pussy weeps for my cock," he growled.
I groaned, completely immersed in his entrancing voice.
"I have wanted to fuck you exactly like this since the first day I saw you in that sexy fucking thong. Your ass is so firm; I could spend all day massaging it. I want to stick my cock in it one day and make you moan my name."
I felt like I was on fire, my entire body caught in an inferno. I never wanted him to stop talking.
"Every day I would see you, I would go home and fantasize about filling you up with my cock until you screamed. I imagined you going to all your classes, your panties wet with my come and your pussy aching to be filled again," he whispered huskily.
I could feel the fluid from my entrance flowing freely now, I was so incredibly turned on by his words. If only he'd known how much I wanted exactly what he was describing! I moaned loudly, releasing some of my pent up emotion.
"You would come in here during our tutoring sessions and all I could think about was throwing you down on my desk and taking you, right here. Let the whole school hear you screaming my name as I fuck you; I want them to know you're mine."
Keening cries were issuing from the back of my throat now, my body slapping against his loudly.
"When I saw you with that idiot kid, Mike, I knew I could not allow anybody else to touch you. Your body was meant to be touched and worshipped by me and me alone," he growled.
I felt his thrusts increase in urgency, and my world imploded once more. My walls clenched around him, and he panted, "That's it, Isabella. Milk my cock like a good little girl. Your pussy is so fucking amazing!"
I came so hard, my back arched completely off the desk. His hands held my hips and he continued to fuck me, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust. Finally, he threw his head back and tensed and his mouth opened in a silent yell as he met his release.
I watched him come down from his orgasm in amazement, my hands reaching up to caress his beautiful chest. I sat up slightly to run my hands through his messy auburn locks. I was sure my own hair was a haystack at this point, but I didn't care.
Mr. Cullen collapsed into his chair, pulling me to straddle his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck tentatively, looking him square in the eye.
He looked back at me and sighed. "You can call me Edward now, you know," he said finally.
I looked at him in question, and he laughed for the first time. "You screamed 'Mr. Cullen' while you were coming," he explained.
I blushed, slightly embarrassed that I had never known his first name. "So, ah, Edward, what happens now?" I asked, wondering.
"That's up to you, Bella. I am willing to follow you anywhere," he said honestly.
I gaped, feeling a bit like Alice in Wonderland. "Well, I've been accepted to Brown. I think that's where I'm going to go to school," I said quietly.
"Then I guess I'll be accepting the position they offered me there," he replied.
My confusion became obvious, and he sighed, looking slightly chagrined. "I wasn't prepared to let you go, Bella. I applied to professorial positions at just about every college you did. If this had not happened now, I would have pursued you after graduation."
I was completely amazed by this bit of news. My eyes were as big as saucers and my mouth was hanging open, which I'm sure made me look like a complete imbecile.
"Bella, please say something," he pleaded. He began to look worried at my silence.
"Why me, Edward? What's so special about me?" I asked, terrified of his answer.
"Isabella Swan, you are the most intriguing and beautiful person I have ever met. Your intelligence is unmatched among your peers, let alone mine. I have been completely enamored of you since the first time we spoke. I knew then that you were meant for me."
I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks; every prayer I'd had since I met Edward was being answered in this moment.
"Let me put it this way: if you were wine, then I would be the wine glass," he said cryptically.
My brow furrowed, and I asked, "What do you mean?"
He smiled down at me before brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and running his lips across my eyebrow. "It means, dear Bella, that I was meant to hold you."
A/N: The end! Ta-da! Holy Cannoli, Batman. This is the longest "chapter" I have ever written in my entire life! Insane!
Well, I hope you enjoyed this little lemony adventure. I had so much fun plotting it and writing it. I may even turn it into a full-length story if people are interested. (I don't mean that in a "I want a thousand reviews before I will throw you a bone and write more" kind of way, just that I wouldn't want to kill my keyboard with secks scenes if nobody would be interested in reading more!) Thanks for reading!- HIE