A/N: Thanks to my reviewers - I always love hearing from you and am so glad you decided to follow. *Seriously wants to bury head in ground* This chapter is a little worse than the last...I guess my inner perv's a showing...(kidding, kidding)

Chapter 2 – HARD to get

He was staring at me. I could feel his golden gaze as it hungrily bore into me from the top of my head, prickling down to the now warm skin of my face and neck, but then lingering on my tits…for a while.

God, my nipples were hard just thinking about it.

Playing hard to get as I was, I didn't say a word to him, trying to pay attention to Mr. Banner's lecture. Edward didn't say a word to me either. So I sat there, leaning back against the chair and puffing out my rack for his benefit, already imagining what our conversation would be like once he chose to speak. His luscious lips would be set in a lazy smile, and his eyes would dance with amusement.

"I know about you, Bella Swan," he would say. "You're quite the slut, so why don't you get on your knees and blow me?"

A rush of blood would heat my face, and I would shake my head at him in mock disgust, taking offense to this because it was not acceptable for any male to call me a slut prior to even boning me. "Why, Edward Cullen, you vulgar mother fucker." But then I would smile, already imagining the feel of his soft skin against my palm as it formed around his thick shaft. He didn't deserve it, though, so I would remove my grasp and then gesture down toward my zipper.

"You first."

Unfortunately, that's not how it played out. For the remainder of the class I heard the words blah blah mitosis, and blah blah planaria, (which I still remembered from my other school) ring in my ears, but Edward's attention remained solely focused on me. He was interested, definitely. But to the aching frustration between my legs, he said nothing. And for now I was sure as hell not going to give him the satisfaction of speaking first. I was the one playing hard to get here, NOT the other way around.

No, sirreee…I wanted Edward Cullen on his knees badly…begging, preferably with his tongue sticking out.

As I imagined myself spread-eagled across our lab table with Edward's tongue lapping at my nether regions, I began to feel Ginger down below heating up. Ginger - my nickname for my vagina and g-spot - and I have a very satisfying relationship, enjoying all manners of phallus, but she's second only to Cleopatra. Cleopatra, my beloved clit, was so much easier satisfied and had never failed me. She was indiscriminate and readily available. And with Cleo, I could go from zero to Oh God in thirty seconds flat. So, I was not surprised when good old Cleo began making her presence known and considered crossing my legs and pressing my thighs together to give her just the right friction. I could find my release right then and there in class.

And to those who think it's not possible: you just haven't had enough practice.

It could serve me two fold. For one thing, it would give my tasty neighbor a nice preview of my "oh face" and at the same time give Cleo what she needed. But, then again, I should just go use the restroom and finish myself off there. Masturbating in class – I'd already seen my former principal in Phoenix for that one. Fortunately, I wasn't suspended because Mr. Dickinson was very understanding. And he had a big dick, too.

I was already starting to breathe heavy, and I could feel the sweetness of Edward's breath close to me, playing at my ear. Say something, I wanted to tell him. Say anything! He had this scent about him which was unlike anything I'd ever smelled. It was all masculinity, and sweet, and intoxicating. The guy was a living, breathing pheromone. His gaze was biting into me hard, so very hard, and while refusing to look at him, my very vivid imagination imagined his smooth, moist index finger as it stroked and circled…I wiggled my ass in my seat a little, raising my knee…wishing I hadn't decided to wear panties today, and at the same time scooting my chair underneath the table to not be too obvious. And still I pressed and shifted…lowering and pressing…raising and rubbing…I was getting close now…and then abruptly, Edward got up and left…seconds before the bell! The fucker abandoned me before I could get off!

I was left sitting there, red in the face, ache in my clit, and the asshole was gone. And fuck if he wasn't going to pay for it! I picked up my backpack and took off down the hallway, not sure of which direction he'd gone, but after much searching I couldn't find him. And before I could despair about it, Yorkie had found me. Yorkie, I thought. Not a bad consolation prize, but I reminded myself six months only translated into one hundred eighty days, and since I was not in any hurry to bring my former reputation to this school, I needed to cool my jets.

Dad picked me up from school in his cruiser and asked me about my day, looking pretty darn pleased. He was smiling as we pulled up in the driveway. I thought he was just happy because he hadn't gotten a call from the principal, but then again, Mother was good about not sharing my indiscretions. Turns out that not five minutes after we arrived, a big, red Chevy pulled up beside the Chiefmobile. And there was Billy Black, one of dad's besties, and to my delight, little Jacob. They were very much the picture of father and son with their matching long, black hair and dark eyes. My eyes appraised Jacob eagerly as he helped his dad out of the truck into his wheelchair. Little Jacob wasn't so little anymore. Jacob Black was only a couple of years younger than me, but nearly my height with the lanky frame of a growing boy. Long hair looked sexy on him, and he looked very much the same as the way I remembered, only older. Friendly eyes…nice smile, super white teeth…And now, Jacob looked as pleased as punch to see me.

I wondered if Jakey poo would remember me. The last time I'd seen him was the summer I stayed with my dad when I was eight-years old. While Jake and I were playing doctor, I had talked him into rubbing my prepubescent titties.

Even then, I was a dirty, dirty girl.

It was then when Dad had found us with my top off and Jake hovering over me on the grass behind the shed. He kept us apart for the remainder of the summer.

And as Jacob pulled me into his embrace and took me into an impressive bear hug, my nipples stood at attention at the contact. It was like they remembered. His scent was all earthy, and spicy, and yummy. By now, I was sincerely hoping Charlie had forgotten all about that.

Charlie was too preoccupied, I guessed, telling me he had a surprise. Oh Boy! Was Jake going to come live with us? That would be awesome to have a boy toy in the same house. I tried not to appear disappointed when he said that the old, beaten down truck was for me. Actually it was really cool, and after squealing and thanking my dad, Jake joined me on the long vinyl seat to give me some tips. I imagined there were many other tips I could give him. It was a nice, long bench seat, and I could already think of at least five positions. So, as I watched his hand work the gear shift, I was imagining my hand working his.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Jacob?" I asked. The question was completely unnecessary, of course. I didn't really care if he had a girlfriend, but it was a good opener.

A smile broke out on his full lips, and I could see a faint blush appear against his russet cheeks. He then looked away. My, he was adorable. "No."

"Oh…." I replied, nodding, imagining the possibilities. A virgin, I inwardly gushed. They were so trainable. They were like stock – sure you don't expect a lot at first, but eventually they can pay off really big. "I didn't see you at school today."

"That's because I go to school on the res."

"I see." I felt a little let down, but at the same time, distance was the key. The reservation wasn't too far away, and Jake seemed very accessible.

Meanwhile, I ran a finger over the ball of the gearshift lever suggestively and then grabbed it whole in my palm, watching his eyes widen as I lowered the stick down and to the right into reverse and then released the clutch pedal with my left foot. Smoothly, I had us backing out of the driveway a second later.

I was an excellent driver. And after blowing them, guys were always willing to give me lessons. I had my driver's license on my sixteenth birthday. Perfect score.

Pausing at the end of the driveway, I rolled down my window and called out to Charlie, who had a smile as wide as his face. "We're going for a ride. Be back in a few," I called out, waving with my left hand.

"Be careful," he said, smiling down at Billy in his wheelchair and looking mighty pleased with himself.

"Always am," I said, under my breath. Spots of rain began to smack the windshield, leaving big splatters, and I fumbled around for the windshield wiper, but switched on the blinkers and the emergency light instead.

"Here, let me." Jake leaned in toward me, reaching across to the lever on my left above the steering wheel pushing it upward and inadvertently hitting my right boob with his elbow.

It didn't hurt, and although it wasn't exactly a delicate touch, it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

He closed his eyes tightly in shame. "I'm so sorry, Bella! Oh God!" he said, pulling his elbow back against the seat.

Casually, I released the clutch once again, continuing our descent out into the street and then shifted into first, smiling. "Jacob, it's okay."

Poor kid looked like he would almost cry from embarrassment. Green. Definitely green.

"It's just that well, we haven't seen each other in…years. And then the first thing I do is…." He paused, apparently not wanting to finish that sentence.

"It's okay," I repeated. "No big deal." I wanted to tell him that my breastesses had been treated to very many kinds of different assaults, but I doubted he was ready to hear that.

There was silence for the next couple of blocks, and the spots multiplied, audible now as the rain began to pound into the glass. I adjusted the lever to full power, and all that could be heard inside the truck was the back and forth swish swish swish of the wipers.

"So, what do you think of Forks?" he asked, speaking finally.

"It sucks," I told him honestly, taking a peek to my right to see him at least a little more comfortable with hands folded on lap. Virgins…

He shrugged his shoulders. "You get used to it."

I didn't say anything to that because I doubted I could ever come to accept the constant downpour of hateful precipitation.

"So, do you?" he asked quietly.

This question caught me off guard and dirty mind that I had I automatically assumed it was something having to do with sex. What? Swallow, take it in the ass, what?

"Do I what?" The possibilities ran rampant in my brain.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He looked like he was blushing.

I smiled, liking where this was going. "No. I don't want to tie myself down. College next year, you know?"

He nodded, and the relief was evident on his face. "Oh, yeah. Totally."

So, he didn't have a girlfriend, and he was interested in me. Very interested. But, before I could make my next move I had to ask one thing. "Have you ever kissed a girl, Jake?"

Of course, I suspected he hadn't, but confirming it was a good gauge for me in knowing how to proceed.

His skin was really red now – crimson almost. "That's a personal question."

"Only if you want it to be."

"What about you? Have you…?"

I cut him off before he could ask. It didn't matter what he asked, the answer would be the same. "Yes, I have. There was that so bad?"

"It's different for guys," he said, turning away from me and looking out the window on the passenger side.

Right then and there, I pulled off to the side of the road, not willing to let this shyness of his drive a wedge between me and his penis. But, something told me I had to tread carefully with this one. I shifted into neutral, applied the emergency brake, and resisted the urge to lean into him and plant my mouth on his, tongue and all.

Instead, I placed my hand on top of his. "I think it's sweet."

He smiled then, gripping my hand into his. I scooted closer to him and set my head down on his shoulder, taking my right hand away and replacing our grasp with my left. With my right hand free on his lap and so dangerously close to the zipper of his jeans, it couldn't resist sliding the short distance across the denim and roaming over the bulge of his pants with harder pressure. I heard his breath catch in his throat. And, taking a cue from him, I applied even more pressure, circling and grasping through the heaviness of the denim. I could feel him underneath, awake and alive, begging to be let out, but Jake caught my hand before I could reach the zipper and free Willy…and stopped it.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing…nothing's wrong, Bella," he said, his breath heavy with excitement. "I just thought that…we could be…you know…friends first?"

Friends?

"You know…take it slow?"

A smile came to my lips then. Take it slow…sure I could do that. I didn't prefer to do that, but my instinct about him had been right on the money. Tread carefully…more than likely I would scare him away with my hunger.

They hadn't called me Bella Lugosi for nothing.

In my time, I'd only lost a couple of boys who hadn't given in to their primal instincts. Edward Cullen didn't count. He was definitely not out yet,as I'd not had the opportunity to unleash the full power of my prowess.

Nope, since biology class, Edward had definitely been glued to my mind, and I fully intended to correct that boy tomorrow. Meanwhile, I kept my hand to myself, which Jacob seemed to appreciate, but took my hand in his. He was apparently a hand holder.

And as I drove back home and pulled into my driveway, I was already planning for tomorrow.

A/N : I thought it only fair Edward should get his say...so next chapter will be Edward's pov. Thanks for reading!