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I was always a bit of a geek in school. You name it—Science and Math Olympiad, Debate Team, Knowledge Bowl, National Honor Society President—if it was a dork activity, I participated. I liked sports but, unlike my popular older brother, childhood asthma prevented me from playing sports in school. By the time the condition improved, I was a scrawny junior in high school and too entrenched in nerd-dom to ever hope of getting out before graduation.

I had hoped my image would improve when I went away to college, but I knew it wouldn't happen on its own. With that in mind, I began working out—running everyday and lifting weights at least five days a week. After graduation, I finally convinced my mother to let me ditch the glasses for contacts (although, I still kept my black frames to wear when my eyes were tired), and I allowed my sister to drag me to the mall and help me purchase a whole new wardrobe. I was the new – and improved – Edward Cullen.

Sadly, while I had spent all that time on improving my appearance, I had forgotten to consider the fact that I had no social skills. Not only that, I was also painfully shy, especially around the opposite sex…and one girl in particular. Isabella Swan, my lab partner in Bio-102. I almost begged the professor to assign me another partner, but we were the only freshman in an advanced course and Professor Asshat didn't want either of us slowing the other students down. Not likely, dickweed. I knew the material better than he did.

The other reason I didn't ask for a new partner was simple—Mike Newton, frat-boy, douchebag extraordinaire. He was two years older than Bella and me, and was taking the lab for the second or third time. He thought he was God's gift to women, but he was really a scum-bag that used girls for sex and then discarded them as soon as he'd busted a nut. Since Newton didn't have a lab partner, it was almost certain that Bella would end up with him, and I didn't like the way he looked at her...like she was something to eat.

College was off to a great start—I had fewer friends than I did in high school, remained the only known college-aged, male virgin on the western seaboard, and seemed to have developed a stutter, but only when Isabella was around. My brother was trying to help me work on that shit, and had invited me to a party at his frat that evening. I was all set to go, but when he let it slip that Isabella would be attending, I told him that I was going to be stuck in the library all night working on a neglected paper that was due.

And that is how I came to be sitting in the main campus library at ten on Friday night. Alone. I wasn't even studying—I was looking at internet porn on my laptop using the library's free WiFi. I was so caught up in what Jenna Jameson was doing—and having done to her—on the screen that I didn't know the real subject of my desire was standing in front of me until she spoke.

"Studying on a Friday, Edward?" she asked.

My head snapped up and I nearly drooled. Isabella was wearing a teeny-tiny, plaid skirt with a short sleeve white button up that was demurely tucked in, and her bag was casually slung over one shoulder. I looked her up and down, and my cock nearly had a heart attack when I saw that she had completed her schoolgirl look with white knee socks and…fuck me mary-janes. I looked at her face, noticing the innocent, sweet way she was gazing down at me, but there was a mysterious, mischievous glint in her eyes.

She was a study in contrasts—short skirt, modest skirt; girlish socks, fuck me heels; sweet face, devious smile—and…oh, shit! She was walking around the table, straight towards me. I panicked. My eyeballs bugged out of my head and I frantically tried to close the gang-bang currently taking place on my screen, but in my haste I accidentally selected the 'full screen' dialog box. Before I could try closing it again…she was there with her eyes frozen on my screen.


Instantly, the impish look they contained was gone, replaced by a guarded expression that took over her whole face. "Oh," she said flatly. "Sorry, Edward, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Y-You w-weren't. I m-mean, you didn't," I stammered, finally managing to shut down the cursed window. "S-someone sent that to me." It was a lie, and she'd know it, but what else was I supposed to say?

Bella shook her head, mahogany waves tumbling fluidly over her shoulders. "No, it's fine, Edward. All guys look at porn, right? And that girl, well, she must be every guy's dream Blonde, blue-eyed, gorgeous body... Isn't that what all of you go for?"

No! I wanted to shout. Well, yes, but... No! Fuck! Didn't Bella know how beautiful she was? The way her glossy dark hair set off her pale skin, those deep brown eyes... Fucking hell, Bella was stunning; any guy who didn't see that was blind, and any guy who did must walk around with a twenty-four-seven hard-on for her, just like I did.

Irrational jealousy flared inside me at the thought of other guys perving on my beautiful, perfect Bella - even if the guys did just exist in my head. Yeah, Cullen...that's what happens when the only action you get is a hot-and-heavy threesome between you, your hand, and your fantasies. Your imagination gets just a little overactive.

Not that I didn't see other guys checking her out all the time – I did, and I always had to grit my teeth and look away – but I was sure none of them looked at her the way I did. To them she was just a hot piece of ass – oh, what an ass it was – and I knew they didn't see Bella for what she really was.

I was pulled from my inner-ramblings when I heard Bella clear her throat. I willed my eyes up to meet hers, knowing that shame and embarrassment was written all over my face. My chest constricted as I saw the insecurity she had bubbling to the surface.

I knew her question was a rhetorical one, but I was tired of seeing Bella shrink down and not accept the magnitude of her beauty. "No, that isn't every guy's dream. Some guys dream of long brown hair, warm chocolate eyes, and a gorgeous body with soft, inviting curves."

Bella narrowed her eyes at me, almost as if she were trying to gauge my sincerity, before letting the smile return to her full lips that were the color of a cherry blossom.

You're such a nerdy perv, don't try and hide behind some bullshit line and act like you are being sweet. You know those lips remind you of cherry blossoms because you read somewhere that they say a cherry blossom is the same color as another pair of lips you are interested in. Not that you'd know, would you, lover boy?

"Are we talking daydream here, or wake up in the middle of the night with a wet spot on your sheets kind of dream?" She asked as she took a step closer, her eyes challenging me.

"I guess you could say a little of both," I replied, already rethinking my pseudo confession.

"Really?" Bella asked, eyeing the bed before returning her gaze back to me. "You know how fascinated I am by psychology. I think you should expand upon what it is exactly one might dream of that would lead to that type of reaction."

My usual 'Bella's-here-hard-on' had progressed to Defcon-5 territory. I was sure that One Eye Pete would now have a zipper down his back. She continued towards me with an air of confidence, her eyes never wavering from my own. I tried to steady my nerves with a deep breath, only to be assaulted by the scent of honeysuckle and vanilla.

It's now or never cocksock. 'Only-in-your-dreams-Bella' wants to know…well what it is you do in your dreams.


As excited as I was at the obvious possibility of getting better acquainted with my 'Only-in-your-dreams-Bella', I wondered how far I could pull Bella out of her shell tonight. I wanted her to be comfortable in her skin, and I wanted to show her exactly how beautiful I thought she was. And since we were on the subject of my dreams...

"Bella, would you like to play a game with me?" I waited with baited breath as I knew my request would seem...odd?

"A game?" She asked, looking utterly confused. Perfect.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out the old, tattered box. When I held it up to show her, Bella started giggling and I began to doubt myself. This wasn't supposed to be funny. I was aiming for seductive and tantalizing and...not funny.

"What's so hilarious about this?" I asked, pointing to the box while taking in the breathtaking sight of her nearly doubled over in a fit of laughter.

"Edward, I basically...giggle...give the go ahead for you to...snort...live out your dreams with me...and...and you want to play Twister?"

"Not just Twister. Naked Twister," I answered, trying to sound serious. Bella immediately snapped her head up and looked like a deer caught in headlights. So cute.

"Whaaaa....Naked Twister? I've never...I don't know," she said, suddenly very shy. And I started re-thinking my plan, again.

Oh, no you don't. We're this close to living out our Bella-fantasies. Keep going, lover-boy...

"C'mon, baby. It'll be fun, and it'll be just the two of us," I said as I set the box down on my bed and cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. "And this is the kind of dream that wakes me up in the middle of the night with a wet spot on my sheets," I whispered, and lightly licked the outside of her ear.

"Okay," she whispered. "Okay, let's play. But first, some gin."


You don't have to tell me twice!

I high tailed it to the kitchen for a pair of glasses, ice, reaching up into the cupboard for the bottle I prayed would still be there, and breathing a sigh of relief when it was.

Bella had hardly moved when I returned with her glass of liquid relaxation and, I suspected, liquid courage as well. Handing her the glass, I couldn't escape noticing – as always – the deep pools of mystery that were her eyes. I stared unabashedly as she kept them down, sipping her drink while I sipped my own.

I reached out and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Why don't we just take it slow, Bella. We could start by getting comfortable. Let's say we each take off a piece of clothing in turns?" I said, again praying this would put her at ease enough to agree.

"Come, on," I cajoled with a smile, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." My eyes all but dared her to refuse and reveal her weakness. If there was anything Bella hated, appearing weak certainly topped the list. And to prove my point, I slowly reached up and popped the top button of my shirt, hoping if there was a god she wouldn't notice how hard I already was just at the thought of seeing her as I had always wanted to – naked and wrapped all around me.


We both sat down, and I stared intently into her eyes and lowered my hand back onto my lap. "Ladies first," I said, gesturing at her.

A reserved smile appeared on her face as she took a sip of her drink. Bella put the glass down and looked back at me determinedly. "Okay," she replied, and toed off both of her shoes. Then she traced her toes up the inside of my calf until her foot was resting on my thigh. "Your turn."

I took her small foot and placed it back on the ground before shrugging the shirt off my shoulders. She sat before me while I stood, shirtless and vulnerable and completely fucking turned on. Her eyes drifted closed before snapping open and focusing right on my crotch. And my hard on. I gulped.

"Sorry," I said as if it were no big deal. "Men stuff, you know?" My voice cracked as I tried to sound blase and my attempt at a chuckle was a complete failure.

"What happens if I do this?" Bella asked, as she stood up torturously slowly. Her hips even swung a little as she settled herself before me. A few seconds later, her middle finger moved from right under my belly button until it reached my throat. It then dipped back to my shoulders. "Is it…?" She looked down. "Oh, my! It is." Damn vixen.


My brain went into a weird autopilot, most likely due to the fact that the blood flow necessary to sustain its normal level of functioning was now being redirected elsewhere.

"Um, actually...yes, it in fact, is," I muttered awkwardly as I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. "You see, as a result of psychological and/or physical stimulation, the brain sends messages through the nervous system to the, er, you know, penis," I explained as I felt her hand cup the crotch of my jeans. I cleared my throat nervously. But I couldn't stop there. I felt perhaps an explanation would make things less awkward.

It would also aid tremendously in the postponement of my imminent ejaculation all over myself.

"These messages relax the smooth muscles in the blood vessel walls of the corpus cavernosum, causing them to open wider," I said, my voice shaky as her hand continued its up-and-down rubbing. "When this happens, more blood flows through the vessels, filling the corpus cavernosum. At the same time, the veins that carry blood away from the, er, you know, penis, shut down, causing an increase in blood pressure in the, er, you know, penis. The blood that is trapped within the corpus cavernosum causes the, er, you know, penis to become hard and erect," I yammered in what sounded like a rather high-pitched pre-teen girl's voice.

"I know what happens to 'the, er, you know, penis, Edward,' she cooed as she raised an eyebrow at me. "Some people just call it a boner, sweetie," she teased with words as her hand continued to tease with its stroking.


Right…a boner…sure…yeah," I panted, my hips lifting slightly, silently begging for her touch.

Her hands moved from the material covering my erection to unfasten my pants, quickly slipping her fingers inside to tease my bare skin. Fingernails lightly scratched the skin over my abdomen as she tugged on the fabric, wordlessly encouraging me to lift my hips. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I stared into her eyes, hypnotized, and gave in, allowing her to pull my pants and boxers down to my knees.

"My, my, my," she purred, licking her lips and moving her cheek to press against my bare thigh. "Evolution has been good to your gene pool, hasn't it? Tell me lover, don't you agree?" Suddenly, she grabbed my cock in her hand and ran the head across her lips.

Fuuuuck, that felt good. I didn't care if she turned into a praying mantis and wanted to do kinky shit like courtship practices … don't stop…

"I don't…mmmm…understand…" I gasped out as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and lightly brushed along my swollen head.

She wrapped her hands around my base and pulled me into her mouth once, swirling her tongue around my slit before releasing me with a slight pop. Grasping me firmly, her hand moved up and down as she whispered, "Well, you understand that each new generation starts from scratch and a body is the genes' way of preserving the genes unaltered." Her fingers teased, and she bent to lick me once more.

"Oh god, yes…" I trailed off, lost in my head and a slave to the overwhelming sensation of her tongue on me.

Oh lord, she's channeling Dawkins…fuck…me…

"You see, the evolutionary importance of this fact is that genes are responsible for their own survival…at least partly. And, from the size of this specimen…" She emphasized her thought process by fully engulfing me in her mouth once. "I'd say you were quite well taken care of during embryonic development."

She gazed directly into my face and I whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel her hot mouth around my length once more.

"Every protein…"

Lick.

"Every molecule…"

Lick.

"Every microscopic DNA strand…"

Lick.

"Edward, can it be my turn to make sure you're well taken care of?" she questioned in a low tone, then she encased me in her mouth once more.


"I... I don't... I mean, don't get me wrong. I appreciate the reciprocity, but I feel like we should talk." I was sure there was an agency out there assigned to revoke my man card, but there were things that I felt needed to be said.

She released me and rested her cheek on my knee. Her lips formed a pout and she turned her eyes to meet mine. "You're no fun."

I ran my fingers through her long, thick hair. Of course, I'm so not smooth or debonair. My fingers got tangled up in her curls and she let out a couple of quiet, aggravated 'ouches'.

"Oh, shit, sweetheart. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, but if you don't want me to finish, maybe you could, you know..." She pointed to my penis which was still standing half mast and bobbing near her chin. She exhaled and the hot breath from her mouth fanned over me. I bent over to pull up my boxers and pants just as she did.

"Ouch! Fuck!" My forehead hit the back of her head, forcing me to jump backwards. My pants, still down around my knees, locked my legs up and, before I knew it, I was flat on my bare ass. It wouldn't have been so humiliating, but I landed pretty hard and a pain shot up my back.

"Are you sure you don't want to rethink that whole evolved genes and superior species spiel?" I really couldn't do much else but laugh at myself in this moment.

She crawled over to me and straddled my lap. "Amazingly, the theory still proves true," she smiled as she scooted further forward. She ran her pointer finger down my once again, fully hardened length. "A fall that painful doesn't stop your sexual organ from performing. It's coded in your genes to make sure you dominate your species."

She leaned forward and grabbed me by the neck. Her lips rested a feather's distance from mine, as she continued. "Tell me, Edward. Would you like to dominate me?"

Did I want to dominate her? Of course I did. I wanted to slam her to the ground, bind her wrists, bite and suck and taste every square inch of her form. I wanted to take and take and take from her until she had nothing left to give.

But though those latent evolutionary instincts existed, they were much easier imagined than practiced. I knew if I tried to flip her over and slam her to the ground, I'd end up cracking her head open and we'd spend the evening in the ER. If I tried to fuck the hell out of her the way I wanted to, I'd pull an ass muscle mid-thrust or something and she'd end up massaging my butt for an hour.

I just wasn't that smooth, dominant species or not.

But goddamn was I hard. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. And if it meant I had to retract my earlier statement, throw away years of scientific research and closely held beliefs, then I'd do it.

"I don't know, Bella," I answered her in the same teasing tone. "I'm quite confident in my ability to dominate you, the weaker sex. Do you want the opportunity to prove me wrong?"

She cocked her head to the side, giving me a smile that at once excited and sent 'Danger, Will Robinson!' alarm bells coursing through me.

She leaned down until her mouth was a hair's breadth from mine. "Is that what you want?" she whispered, her lips and breath caressing me with every word. She leaned back, once again dragging a soft finger up my twitching length. Her touch light; too much, not enough. "Do you want me to make you beg? I could make you pant and writhe until you're begging me to put my mouth on you again."

I might have whimpered.

"Is that what you want?" she asked again.

Diane
My "Southern Scientist" twitched again as I allowed the image of Bella on her knees in nothing but a lab coat, staring up at me through her lashes to run through my mind. I shivered in anticipation…if I worked it right.

I had to pull it together, get back in control of this situation…fast.

The feral light of my lascivious thoughts was almost certainly all but palpable from my eyes. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it well; I wasn't a perfectionist for nothing.

"Oh, no. I won't be the one begging," I purred as I spun her around to pin her to the wall next to my lab station. Now it was my turn.

She gasped in surprise and indignation.

My lips curved up in a smoldering smirk. I moved in close to the corner of her mouth, not quite allowing our skin to touch, just like she had, allowing my index finger to trail from the other corner of her lips and across her jaw in a barely-there, feather-light caress.

"And just what do you want, Bella?" I whispered in return, continuing the trail of my finger fleetingly grazing the juicy lobe of her ear before descending, hauntingly, down her neck to her collar bone. Her skin flushed, heating the skin perceptibly against my lips and finger despite the limited contact. I noticed her mouth had fallen open as my finger descended the slope of her neck, small panting breaths flitting through her parted lips.

"Why don't you…show me?" I demanded in an almost inaudible moan.

A deeper breath in that time! She was caving; I could sense it. Now for the kill.

"In nothing…but…your…lab coat…like the naughty girl you know you are." The arousal I was having trouble restraining physically made itself known in the low gritty growl of my voice. I turned my head to breathe the taunting words out in a hot stream of air that ghosted across the delicate hairs covering the shell of her ear.

She moaned hard in the back of her throat.

Ahhh, the sweet sound of success!

Bang!!

The noise reverberated through the table causing me to jerk and bolt upright.

"Wha-wha-wha-what!!!"

I looked the direction that the noise had originated from and saw… "B-Bella?"

Wait a minute…wasn't I just with Bella? Where the fuck…? I looked around. What was I doing in the library…? It all came back to me, and I realized that I must have fallen asleep while watching…oh, fuck! Tell me she didn't see my screen. Please, God!!! Don't let her have seen it.

"Edward," she replied curtly.

She saw it. I was fucked. If there was even the remotest chance of ever getting her to go out with me, it was certainly gone now. I wanted to die. I was mortified. I began to hastily gather up my things, not daring to look at Bella across the table from me. As I rushed to secure my things, I bumped my mouse and my screensaver disappeared. Expecting the raunchy porn I'd been watching to appear I reached forward intending on slamming my laptop closed, but stopped. This has to be a wrong address.

The porn was gone and in its place was my email client, an open email on the screen from a name I had never heard of. Bella, sitting across from and slightly to the side of me, opened her laptop as I sat back down in front of mine to get a better look at the email address of the sender.

From: Belligerent
To: GrnEydScncGuy
Re: Viewing Pleasure

I pictured you as more of an aficionado of blondes.

-IS

No, couldn't be. I cast a sideways glance at Bella, who was typing away with a little smirk on her face. I had to know for sure, so I hit reply and quickly typed out a response.

From: GrnEydScncGuy
To: Belligerent
Re: Incorrect Picture

Nope. I prefer brunettes, especially with brown eyes and a penchant for studying on Friday nights.

-EC

I hit send and held my breath. Moments later, a brilliant smile appeared on Bella's face and she looked over at me, beaming.

"Studying, Edward? Really? I can think of better things to do on a Friday night if you're interested?"

Suddenly growing a pair, I closed my laptop and said, "Lead the way."

We packed up our stuff and she grabbed my hand. As we walked out of library, I couldn't help but ask, "IS?"

"Isabella. I prefer Bella."

"Bella suits you…you really are beautiful."