So this was originally going to be a one shot but... it's not now :) Enjoy.

(Really long author's note at the bottom which I do apologise for. They will be much shorter normally. Just thought I'd warn you.)

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters but the story is mine.


Thoughts of the past two months swirled through my mind as I lay in bed. I still couldn't believe what had happened this afternoon. I closed my eyes and rolled onto my back but sleep wouldn't come. I just kept remembering her exposed skin and bold words. My cock stirred to life as I recalled the way she had moaned out my name when she climaxed and I groaned, opening my eyes. I pulled the covers off me and slid a hand into my boxers, gently stroking my erection.

She hadn't even known the effect her actions were having on me, the way she leant across my desk or how she had stretched up the board to write. I knew that if she wanted to she could easily pull off the whole 'sexy librarian' look, her big brown eyes innocent behind the the rectangular framework and the bottom lip which was forever trapped between her teeth.

Leaning over and pulling open the drawer next to my bed I grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing some into my palm before throwing the bottle back into the drawer.

My hand once again disappeared past the waistband of my boxers and I began stroking myself faster as I pictured how Bella had looked as she took me into her mouth, unsure at first but soon her confidence grew, her tongue grazing the head of my cock. I was aroused putty in her capable hands.

Her small hand had applied the right amount of pressure as it moved up and down my shaft, perfectly in sync with her warm, wet mouth. I grunted as my pace quickened further, remembering how Bella had blown cool air onto my warm, wet skin, (just how I had with her breasts,) which created a startling sensation to crash through me. I rubbed my thumb over the tip of my cock, imagining it was Bella's thumb instead of my own. I had been so close to coming right there on my desk, I almost didn't stop Bella but I knew that I had to, I needed to last long enough to be inside her.

I had definitely made the right decision. Being inside of Bella, thrusting forcefully in and out of her tight, wet pussy was the greatest thing I had ever experienced. The sensation of her walls contracting around me, milking my cock. A loud moan escaped my lips as I remembered.

Two more quick strokes and I exploded, my orgasm ripping through my body. My hand and underwear coated in my jizz. I lay panting and exhausted in the centre of my double bed, almost expecting to see the beautiful, delicate figure of my student beside me when I opened my eyes. I crawled out of bed and made my way into my adjoining bathroom to clean myself up. When the evidence of my masturbation was washed away I slipped back under the covers and soon fell asleep.

...

I awoke in the morning to pounding rain on the roof and windows. Thunder rumbled in the distance and I groaned. Great, storms were Forks' speciality. I groaned as my dreams from the night came to the forefront of my mind, resulting in my morning wood.

Yesterday's school experience clearly did not come without consequences. I stumbled into the shower, turning the temperature down low to solve my problem.

I was unable to get Bella off my mind and it wasn't helping my situation but I managed to direct my thoughts so that they were somewhat less arousing.

Tuesday 5th January, the day after I started my job at Forks High, was the first day I saw Bella.

I stood at the front of the classroom waiting for the students to enter and take their seats when one girl caught my eye. Her eyes were trained on the floor as she navigated the classroom and sat down on the second row between an eager looking boy and your classic barbie. The girl had wavy, brown hair which ended just under her shoulder blades. She wore a pair of shorts which came to her mid-thigh, with tights underneath and a tight, white polo shirt which accentuated her breasts wonderfully. She pulled off a grey cardigan, slinging it over the back of her chair.

She finally looked up, scanning the front of the room before her eyes landed on me, her eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise and fought back a smile. Her innocent, chocolate eyes met mine and she looked away immediately. I watched, mesmerised, as she dug around in her bag, eventually placing a notepad and pen on the desk in front of her.

The dark haired boy next to her tried to gain her attention, tapping her on the shoulder and asking her questions, to which she would either nod or shake her head. I found myself clearing my throat, saving the mystery girl. Her eyes flickered up, quickly returning to her desk. She picked up her pen and scribbled in her notebook while I introduced myself to the class and began the lesson. I was desperate to know what was written on the paper, driven almost to distraction as her hand continued to move over the paper, her other hand cupping her chin with her elbow on the desk.

As the lesson drew to a close I pulled up the student names on the computer so I could record any absences. I knew only a few names, from when I had asked students for answers, so I called out the names, searching amongst the faces for the student who responded. I was becoming impatient as I grew nearer the end of the list until I called Isabella Swan and she answered her name in a soft, musical voice.

The students packed up and filed out of the room, chatting amongst themselves. All but Isabella Swan. She walked behind the rest, seemingly in her own world. I was unable to tear my eyes away from her retreating form, transfixed by the gentle sway of her hips and her small, rounded ass. I felt my cock twitch and cursed myself, the girl was eighteen and my student!

From then on I have taught her three times a week and it's clear she excels at English. I occasionally call on her for answers, just to know what she thinks or to hear her voice. I've jerked off far more frequently than I used to, always picturing it was her. However, none of my fantasies could have lived up to the real thing.

I turned the temperature even lower on the shower, since my problem had made a reappearance, then stepped out and dressed.

...

I parked my car close to the school, the lot was already full of staff and students. I jogged into the building and out of the rain, running a hand through my dampened and dishevelled hair. I dodged through the corridors until I reached my classroom and opened the door.

The room was empty; the first bell wasn't due for another ten minutes. I shut the door, leaning against it as I inhaled. Either my mind was playing tricks on me or I could still smell her, the distinct freesia and vanilla scent mingled in the stagnant air. My cock hardened as her delicious scent clouded my senses, forcing me to remember the honey taste of her skin.

In an attempt to clear my head I threw the windows open. I don't know how I'd ever be able to look at my desk again without remembering everything that happened, everything about her. I groaned in frustration, diverting my thoughts in a safer direction, like blood and gore.

My cock relaxed and I sighed; It's going to be a long day.

...

Second period had given me chance to catch up on the work I had neglected last night since I had no class. However, third period was a different matter. This was the one lesson during the week that I taught not only my brother but his girlfriend too.

Jasper Hale and his sister, Rosalie, were adopted by my parents when Jasper was one, Rose was four and I was five. There are only a few people in Forks who know we are related, which makes school easier for both me and Jasper. Since we look nothing alike and have different surnames there is no reason for anyone to suspect a thing. Also, we didn't grow up here; my family moved to Forks a year and a half ago when I was at university and I have only been here for a total of four moths.

His girlfriend, Alice, is a short and observant ball of energy. I've met her a few times out of school, when I've been visiting my parents.

Throughout the lesson, Jasper was frowning at me. He could often interpret people's emotions and he could no doubt tell that mine were all over the shop, my mind reeling. Alice, on the other hand, was seemingly oblivious to Jasper's behaviour.

At the end of the lesson Jasper hung back, urging Alice to go to her next lesson and telling her that he'd see her later.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, concerned. I usually confided in my brother, despite our age difference we got on well.

"Yeah, I'm just a little preoccupied at the minute." my assurance close to the truth.

"Will you come over for dinner, later? You've not been for a few days."

"Sounds good. I'll be there around six."

"I better get going, but I'll see you later."

...

I parked up in front of my parents house. Before I even knocked the door swung open and Esme pulled me in for a hug. "It's been too long, Edward." She chided as she stepped back. "Five days isn't all that long, you've gone months without seeing me before." I reminded her, stepping into the house and kicking off my shoes. "But you only live ten minutes away now, so there's no excuse!" She countered and I apologised for not coming sooner.

I found Carlisle and Jasper in the study discussing their plans for summer, which was fast approaching. I joined in the conversation and we were in the middle of a debate as to whether it would be better for someone of Jasper's age to become an intern or find a proper job for the holidays when Esme called out that dinner was ready.

We sat down at the table and Esme served out baked potatoes with all the trimmings, my stomach rumbled at the sight of the food piled high on my plate.

"This looks great, mom." I commented and everyone agreed enthusiastically.

"Thank you," she responded with a smile, "how's work been at the school?"

"Not too bad. I've had a lot of work which has been keeping me busy but nothing I can complain about."

"That's good to hear, don't get too caught up in your work though."

"Is Jazzy being a good boy?" Rosalie chipped in and Jasper rolled his eyes next to her. I chuckled at her patronising tone. "As far as I'm aware. It's still strange teaching my brother, though."

"Har har," he said sarcastically, "and you think you got it bad? Imagine being taught by your brother." Everyone laughed and Rose ruffled Jasper's hair, he swatted at her hand and mumbling at her through a mouth full of food.

Throughout the rest of dinner the conversation drifted between topics and I fought to keep my mind from Bella. Only 13 hours until I would see her again.

When everyone was finished I helped Carlisle to clear the table, stacking the plates in the dishwasher. When we finished he went into the front room where Jazz and Esme were but I declined the invitation to join them.

I headed up to the second floor, searching for Rosalie. I found my sister at the back of her walk-in wardrobe with an old, worn book in her hand. Her lips twitched and I knew she'd heard my approach. "I'll take you by surprise one day." I told her as I slid down the wall and sat next to her on the floor.

"I'm not convinced." She chuckled, marking her page and throwing the book to the floor.

"You wait and see." I warned. "Anyway, I thought I'd find you here."

"I'm still searching for a new hiding place." She informed me, although I wasn't sure how true that was.

"The house is huge, Rose, there's got to be plenty of places where nobody would find you. I'd still be able to find you though."

"Over my dead body you would, brother."

"You know that literacy isn't something to be ashamed of, sister." I joked and she smacked my shoulder.

"Shut up. I just don't want anyone thinking I'm a nerd. You know if you tell anyone, even Jasper, I'm taking you down." she promised, completely serious.

"From one nerd to another, you shouldn't bury your inner geek." I advised with a smirk.

"Make any sort of reference to me being a nerd again and I'm posting your naked baby pictures on the net."

"You wouldn't!" I gasped in mock-horror.

"If you don't think I'd actually follow through then you are clearly underestimating my. I find it advantageous if people assume I'm your stereotypical dumb blonde. Gives me the element of surprise."

"Consider the message received and you're secret is safe with me. I will never tell anyone that your guilty pleasure is reading real life books. But is it a bad time to point out that mum, dad and Jasper probably already know. You should just come out the closet." My double meaning was not lost on my not-your-average-blonde sister.

"One – I like the privacy in my closet. Clearly some people just barge on in anyway-"

"-Don't act like you weren't waiting for me." I interrupted but she ignored my comment and continued her rant.

"- and two- it's about time you came out the closet. You've not dated anyone in three years, I mean seriously? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"I'm not gay, Rose." I stated simply, "But thanks for the motivational speech, I didn't realise my love life bothered you so much." I retorted sarcastically.

"Glad we cleared that up. What's new with you, anyway?" she asked, shuffling around until she was facing me, legs crossed and hands settled in her lap. I mimicked her position on the soft carpet of her ridiculously large wardrobe, which was surprisingly tidy for Rose.

"The usual. I've been pretty busy with work and I'm still unpacking." I confessed.

"Edward, seriously? You moved in four months ago!"

"I'm almost done."

"So what else? There's more." Rose stated knowingly.

"I need to tell you something..."


Author's Note:

There was only a twist of citrus at the beginning there. I know there was lot's of fluff but it won't always be.

I don't actually know where this story is going at the minute, maybe not very far. I am a fan of Edward as a sexy teacher. He is good for those forbidden, naughty lemons, so I thought I'd give this ago.

Please let me know if there's anything you don't understand, any characters you do or don't want to see or anything you really want to happen and I'll do my best. The story is pretty open at the minute.

Oh! I nearly forgot. I know this is a short chapter but I think the next bit would fit better into the next chapter (which I hope to get up this weekend, but don't hold me to that.) The reason this chapter took so long was because I was debating whether to continue or not so I only started it yesterday.

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Finally, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it ;)