You guys voted for it, and now you have it. I'm almost done with two of my other stories, so I'm going to at least start on this. I'm super excited about this!!! This is the first time I've done a story on votes. I love the anticipation! Okay. So, if you're wondering which story it is, it's (drumroll please...) SEXED ED!!! You guys thought it was the best idea, and following closely behind that were Murphy's Law, and The Climb. I may do those at a later time.

So anyway, I love all you guys! You are the reason I write these stories. It tickled me to death that you were so enthusiastic about my story ideas. So, without further ado, I bring you SEXED ED. Enjoy.

(P.S. I own nothing but my major crush on all things Edward Cullen)

EPOV:

I'm the black sheep of my family. Well, for the most part. I've inherited the same good looks that my brothers possess. But, they're both suave and arrogant. Real panty droppers. Hell, my own damned dad is a smooth SOB. My brothers tease me relentlessly that my downfall is our mother, Esme. They say she babies me too much, and because she didn't cut the apron strings, I'm a pussy. Speaking of which, I'll never forget the most uncomfortable, yet most intriguing sex talk ever with my dad when I turned 13.

"Son. There comes a time in every young man's life when he wants to get his dick wet." I spit pop out of my nose. "Now, I know what you're thinking. You're wondering how your old man is sitting here in front of you, so openly talking about sex. Here's the deal, Edward. Go out and dip your wick. Get it on. Have lots of it, safe of course, but lots of it. I didn't get that opportunity. I met your mom my freshman year, and was stuck with her ever since. Not that I don't love her, but she's the only ass I've ever had." He explained. I felt my face grow red in mortification. "I didn't have to have this talk with your brothers, because they have been boning since they were your age. Just make sure you wear condoms, if you get a girl pregnant, own up to it. Of course, if you want to be old fashioned, you can wait for someone you truly love. Which is bullshit, because if you think about it? The odds this chick is a virgin aren't likely. And you probably don't want to look like a fool when you get in and get off. Do you understand what I'm saying to you son?" He took a sip of his scotch. I just nodded. Fuck no I didn't understand. But, lying was better than listening to this.

My junior year, I dated Jessica Stanley. She was the first pair of tits I'd ever touched. She literally palmed my dick and I came. It was embarrassing. Of course, she told everybody at school, and I had to live through that hell until I graduated. Tanya Denali from band camp was the girl I lost my virginity to. It was sloppy and awkward, and I didn't love her. But, she was cute enough and nice enough. It lasted all of three minutes.

Why am I talking about sex and women? One might be intrigued by this. Well, you see. I have my eye on a certain brunette in my Lit. class this year. I'd had my eye on her since freshman year of college here at Dartmouth. She's got the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. Her hair is like a waterfall of chocolate. Her lips are so kissable. The problem? She doesn't know I exist. I am the own bane of my existence. How pathetic.

Ah. There she stood. Her big Dartmouth hoodie, glasses, and holy jeans with her flip flops. She didn't have a stitch of makeup on and her hair was in a messy bun thing. She's gorgeous without even trying. She looked up at me and smirked. Oh shit. She caught me staring. What the hell does this make it? Like, the millionth time? She must think I'm a fucking stalker. Christ.

"Hey Edward." She smiled at me. She actually sat beside me today. Holy crap. I just got hard. She smells good. What the fuck is wrong with me? "Do you mind if I sit here? Angela's not going to be coming to class today. I might need someone to compare notes with?" She bit her lip. I wanted to bite her lip. And suck on it. And lick it.. okay. I need to stop.

"Of course. You never have to ask." I smiled at her. Hell, she could ask me to run to fucking China barefoot over hot coals and I'd do it without a second thought.

"Thanks." She blushed. Damn. Her blush. It does strange things to my heart. "So, you're Emmett and Jasper's brother, right?" She asked.

I furrowed my brows. Dammit. Of course she wants one of them. "Uhm. Yeah. Did you want one of their numbers or something?" I figured I'd ask. Get this over with.

She laughed. "Hell no. They date my best friends." She scoffed. "Seriously? I mean, Jasper is too calm for me. Emmett's too loud. Don't get me wrong, I love 'em to pieces, but as far as them being my type? No way."

I got bold. "What is your type?" She blushed and bit her lip again.

"Uhm. I guess somewhere in the middle. But, I like smart guys. Yeah. And, I like a guy with a great sense of humor." She smiled sweetly. I have a great sense of humor. And hell, I'm on the Dean's list. I'm smart!

"What do you do outside of school?" I asked. Maybe I had a chance. She stiffened and paled.

"Uh. I uh. I have a job." She stammered. Odd. What's so awkward about having a job?

"Oh yeah? What kind of job?" I inquired.

"I help people. With problems. Like. Kind of like a counselor. I guess you could say." She shrugged.

"Well, I bet you're great at your job." She was taking a drink of water and immediately started choking on it.

"What about you? I mean. You must have a girlfriend." She looked over at me. Seriously.

"No. I don't date. Nobody dates the other Cullen." I said solemnly. She looked confused. "Don't look at me like that. I mean, girls just don't take a second look at me once they've seen my brothers. I don't have any skills whatsoever that would help me land the girl of my dreams." I said sadly.

"Oh? The girl of your dreams, huh?" She nudged me with her elbow. Do I know this girl?" Oh boy, do you. I wanted to tell her. I just shrugged. Before she or I could say much else, the professor let class out. "Bye Edward. Maybe you and I can sit together during next lecture, yeah?" I smiled and nodded my agreement.

Once I got back to our apartment, I saw Rosalie and Alice there with my brothers. Now I definitely couldn't tell my brothers who my dream girl was. They ask me constantly, and I really thought about telling them, so they could maybe help me. But not now. Now that her best friends are dating my brothers. That shit would be too awkward.

"Eddie! Bro! How's it hangin'." Emmett, the oh-so-intelligent ogre of a brother bellowed out.

"Good." I said, vaguely.

"See your mystery woman today?" He waggled his eyebrows at me. I wanted to punch him in the nuts.

"Oh! A mystery woman, Edward? Do tell!" The pixie squealed. She and Rose pulled me over to the couch and sat on either side of me, earning me death glares from my brothers.

"Nothing to tell. I like her, she doesn't know I exist." I shrugged.

"Not only that, even if he DID get a hold of her, he wouldn't know what to do with her." Jasper smirked. I flipped him off.

"Is our little Edward a virgin? I think that's sweet." Rose praised.

"No. Not a virgin. I may as well be. But, I'm not. I'm just not experienced." I sighed. Alice pulled a card out of her purse.

"I have a friend who I think can help. She's really good at what she does. If you want, I can call her for you." She suggested.

"Whoa. I don't need a prostitute!" I yelled. The girls just laughed.

Rose spoke up. "She's by far not a prostitute. However, this girl can show you everything you will ever need to know about how to woo a woman. And, how to work her over."

I was really uncertain about this. It didn't seem like a horrible idea, but it still seemed odd.

"So, what does she do exactly?" I asked. I'll admit, I was intrigued.

"Well, she can teach you how to talk to girls, get them to notice you. Help you up your game. She can give you sexual tips. Which is really weird, because she totally doesn't put out. But, I've never heard of anybody being less than satisfied once they've used her methods." Alice smiled.

"You know what? What the hell is the worst that could happen? I can't be anymore of a loser than I am right now. Go ahead and call her. Set me up an appointment. Just tell me when and where." I nodded firmly.

This might be awkward as all get out, but it could help me get one step closer to Bella. And that's exactly where I wanted, no needed to be.

BPOV:

Gah. Why did I decide to do this for a living? Simple. I want to help people find that love. That passion that is so unbridled that they will do just about anything to get and keep it. I'm not the most experienced person in the world. On the contrary. I've only been with one person sexually. However, I know what a woman wants. Needs.

Before I moved here to Dartmouth, I dated a man named Jacob Black. Now, I won't go bad mouthing him, because he was genuinely a decent guy. We dated most of high school and we lost our virginity to each other right after we graduated. Messing around with each other, however, was our favorite past time. We would do little things to each other. Things that would spark passion in the other. Teasing. Taunting. The sweetest form of torture, really. And in the end, it all builds up to the one thing you desire most. That release. That sweet, sweet explosion that makes your body feel as though it's been licked in flame and covered in snow all at the same time.

Even though Jake and I had only had sex the one time, everything else leading up to it was amazing. When I moved here to college, I was in need of a job. Something, anything, that would help me with my finances along the way.

I'd met Alice and Rosalie while I was looking for a place to live. I'd liked them right away. Alice was perky and chaotic. Rosalie was collected and tough. I was somewhere in the middle, and it was just like we were puzzle pieces. Friends meant to find each other after all this time. I couldn't be happier. They'd offered to let me rent with them, since they had an extra bedroom, and the rest is history. We were all starting out as freshmen here, and didn't know anybody.

About 6 months into school, they'd start complaining that the guys in their lives weren't meeting their needs. Weren't compassionate. Weren't tender with them. Didn't treat their bodies like they were temples to be worshiped. Of course, I'd offer my services, explaining to them what they needed to do or what the guy needed to do in order to achieve this nirvana that they were seeking.

Apparently my advice was golden, which I knew it would be, and before I knew it, I had men and women seeking my advice on and off campus. What could they do to make their partner happier? How do I get this guy I've been eyeing in my psych class? Things like that. They'd all paid me, and paid me handsomely. So, my money woes were over.

Now, the only bad thing is? I can't even get my own personal God. It's as if I can dish out advice, but I can't take it. Which, by the way, is odd considering my line of work. He's seriously the most perfect specimen I'd ever laid eyes on. I've never really talked to him before. Girls practically drool over him, and he could and probably does have the pick of any girl he wants. Hell, just looking at him makes me wet. It's really a sick game I play with myself. I don't have the balls to even say hi to the guy. Pathetic.

I was in the middle of my own little fantasy, involving me, the guy, no clothes, and a hot tub. Good stuff. But, then Alice rang me.

"Hey." I answered. Albeit, a little irritatedly.

"Sup slut. Listen, I have a new client for you." She informed me.

"Oh yeah? Man or woman?" I asked, getting my planner out and ready for the information.

"Man. He's totally in love with this one girl. She doesn't know he exists, apparently. Shame, too. He's really pretty gorgeous." She sighed.

"Cool. Let the guy know that he can meet with me tomorrow morning at like, 10? Because I don't have any classes until like 2:00. So, I'm open to consult with him. Just give him the directions here. I'm sure you and Rose won't even be home, so he won't feel awkward." I told her.

She agreed and hung up the phone. Before I went to bed, I sighed. Thinking about how I'm going to help the next client.

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EPOV:

Alice gave me the information to the woman's place who was supposed to help me with my little problem with Bella. I mean, if I can't get her, maybe she can help me forget about her. Not that I really want to. Now that I think about it, it's not an option.

I made my way to the apartment complex and looked down at the piece of paper in my hand, trying to decipher Alice's bubbly scrawl. Apartment 2A. So, this person lived on the second floor. First apartment. I didn't have to go far, for which I was thankful. I'm pretty sure that I was about to throw up and my legs give out, I was that nervous.

I made it to the door and straightened out my hair and clothes, making sure I looked presentable. I didn't know how professional this person was, but I wasn't going to take any chances by looking like a hobo.

Once I pressed the doorbell, it was a waiting game. I looked down at my watch. 9:45. I was early, but I figured that it would be good to show I was definitely willing for help. I rang the doorbell again and knocked. It was going on 9:55 now, and I was just about to leave. I turned on my heel, but heard the lock click open. Then I smelled it. Her. I smelled her. I'd know that scent anywhere.

Slowly, I turned around, hoping against all hope that it wasn't who I thought it was. Because, that would be the end of my life. I'd be too mortified to face anybody again.

I would now officially have to kill myself. There she stood. Brown hair, wide brown eyes, hair wet from a shower, and just a towel. My dick sprang to life, and I'm pretty sure that it was trying to fight it's way out of it's denim clad confines to get to her.

"Edward?" She asked.

"Y-Yeah?" I stammered. Really fucking cool, Cullen. Act like you've never talked to a girl before. Douche.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

I blushed. I felt like an asshole, because I knew I was staring at her chi-chis. "Uhm. A friend of mine, Alice Brandon? She gave me this information. Uh. I was having some girl trouble." I finished. Lamely, might I add.

"You're my appointment?" She looked, relieved? Disappointed? Hell, the emotions on her face were switching rapidly.

"I guess so." I shrugged. "Look, if you're uncomfortable with this, I'll just leave." I jutted my thumb toward the elevator.

"NO!" She practically screamed at me. "I mean, just. Come on. I need to change, but I want to hear your story." She smiled sweetly at me.

I nodded and followed her into her apartment. "Just make yourself at home. I'll be right out."

Her living room was huge. There were plush couches and chairs, a huge flat screen TV and a wall of nothing but DVDs. It was quite great. I plopped down on the couch and bobbed my knee up and down nervously.

What are the fucking odds? Really? I rubbed my hand over my face and then a thought hit me. I could totally use this to my advantage. She can tell me what I'm supposed to do. I can use those tactics on her. Then I can have her! I hope, anyway.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard bare feet padding across the hard wood. "Sorry I took so long." Her voice sounded out. I looked up and saw her wearing a pair of low slung short gray sweat shirts and a black wife beater. Her hair was thrown up in a messy array. I wanted to hump her. But, that would probably not go well.

"S'okay." I told her. I tried to smile, but it might have come out like a grimace. I was painfully hard.

She blushed, probably because I was checking her out. Again. And sat down next to me. Jesus. Was she trying to kill me?

"So. Tell me about this girl you're having a problem with." She patted my knee. Her touch was almost electric.

"Okay. Well, she is sweet. She's beautiful and I don't think she knows it. Like, she's classically beautiful. Her smile could light up a room. Her laugh? It's like the sweetest song I've ever heard." I blushed. "I probably sound like a total girl right now. But, I can't help it. She's smart, sexy, and sweet. She's a triple threat. She's all I can think about." I looked over at her, to see her eyes well up.

"That is possibly the sweetest thing I've ever heard somebody say. How long have you been in love with her?" She prodded.

"Since I'd ever seen her. I've had a couple of classes with her, you know? And, what actually drew me to her in the first place was her intelligence. I hadn't really ever gotten a good look at her, at that point. But, one day, she gave this big elaborate debate about this topic in a Lit class. She blew me away. I'd never heard somebody talk with so much conviction. Then she turned around. What I saw blew me away." I was trying to make this as vague as humanly possible. I didn't want to throw too many details around or she'd know it was her right off the bat.

"Wow. So, you fell in love with her brains first, huh?" She giggled.

I nodded. "Yeah. Nothing is sexier than a woman who can use their brain like she does."

"Okay. Well, what do you know about her? What are her hobbies? What's she like outside of class, do you know?" She bit her lip in that adorable way.

"Uh. Well, she works, I think. I don't know where. I've heard her talk about the fact that she likes to read, which is great, because I do, too." I smiled softly.

She nodded. "Well, you really seem to be quite taken with this girl. I think I can help you." She beamed. "What kind of relationship are you looking for, from her? Is it just physical? Emotional? Both?"

I wrung my hands together. "B-both. If she'd have me that way." I blushed.

"Aw. It's so sweet. You're probably not all that experienced, are you?" She fronted me out.

"Not really. I mean, I've messed around a few times. Nothing substantial. The only reason I'd ever had sex in the first place was to get it over with, see what the big deal was. But, that was one time and it didn't last very long." I admitted sheepishly.

"That's okay. First times are always the shortest." She patted my knee. "What we'll need to do first, is get this girl to notice you. Talk to her more in class. Girls like confidence in a man. When you do, write it down and bring it to me. We'll go over what you need to work on."

I thanked her and left. This was either going to go extremely well, or I was going down in a fiery inferno.

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There you have it, the first chapter of Sexed Ed. It's going to be so much fun. My favorite part is Carlisle's sex speech. Hahaha. I actually know people like that. Be sure to check out my other new story, I'd started on it before I made the list, and I think it's just too good not to go through with it, so I'll post it, too. It's called "Yellow." Go check it out.

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