Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was impossible to remain sane, with the sound of cum dripping from the chairs of every girl, knowing it was entirely my doing. I knew this because I could hear every thought in their perverted minds. Even some of the boys were picturing me naked. I stretched my legs ever so slightly as Carlisle had taught me and felt half the room stiffen. His legs are sooo long! And: his movements are so graceful, so deliberate, aww That was so weird! Never had the room's energy been so focused on me, but yesterday, when there had only been one girl fantasizing about me, and I had gotten a look inside her mind, and my pants had popped open to reveal my huge thing, People had become, let's just say, quite aware of me. I experimented, then, flexing my bicep as I gripped my pencil. I swear I heard someone moan. Yep, Annie had been thinking of me doing push-ups while she sat on my back, and the flex had sent her over the edge. That beautiful bulging muscle, perfectly shaped, and: he is so strong! Hehe, swoon. Hmm, I think they were all over reacting a bit. I wasn't that strong. Emmett had 10 times the power I did. And that time I'd accidentally walked in on him and Rosalie, I'd noticed that his was even bigger than mine, though mine was better shaped, I thought.
It was now harder, so much harder to resist becoming aroused, when all I could hear was sex talk, from all directions, even the teacher. But that could NOT happen again, or this would go on forever. I had purposely worn my baggiest pair of jeans today, just in case, and I listened as people noticed how they showed the apparently beautiful sculpting of my leg. But I could not take any chances. I had been known to reach great heights, heights that not even these loose pants could possibly contain.
And so I resorted to this quick flitting from mind to mind, never staying too far in one fantasy so that I could not get involved. I caught glimpses of inappropriate words every way I turned. Even the straight boys weren't much better. Though they weren't as perceptive as I was, they could still sense the intense heat circulating throughout the room, that began from each girl's legs. They were busy thinking of these girls, who were busy thinking of me.
And there sat Isabella Swann, her legs cold, her body stiff, trying as hard as she could to control the thoughts that had circled in her mind, causing this whole mess in the first place. So intent was she in trying not to think of me, of what I had done the last time we were alone together, that she seemed unaware of all the sexual heat pulsing throughout the room. No. Do NOT think of that! Grandma's wrinkly skin, grandma's wrinkly skin. Oh god, can he really hear my thoughts? It seemed so unlikely at first, but when he looks at me, it's like he's looking right into my soul. Wow, I didn't know it was that obvious. Those beautiful green eyes, staring at me through those thick lashes as if they knew every secret in the world…no no, umm, overly ripe bananas, pimples, ergh, blackheads! She relaxed. Ok, so my new goal was to make her slip up. It was stupid o f me to risk that, but she seemed to be inviting me! And how could I resist an offer like that? Hmm, What would affect her the most? I decided I could pause in someone's mind for just a second to get inspiration. Tongue swirling around inside of me, he moans as he pleasures me, teasing my insides with his strong fingers. Hmmm. I opened my mouth, feigning intense concentration as I swirled my tongue around and through my teeth, skimming my lips at the same time. Six people gaped at me, hearts beating at an excruciating pace. Oops. I had forgotten how I affected everyone. It would be my fault if someone had a heart attack. Do not look over at him! Do no-what is he doing with his tongue? That is so unfair! It's like he was doing it on purpose! Her body shuddered as her mind quickly went to forbidden places. Stop that! She screamed at me in her mind. I grinned in response and a few more people swooned Oh my god! He can read minds! I mean, I mean, Edward, you can read minds! I continued to stare at her as everyone looked at her too with jealous eyes. Isabella's face flushed a deep red once more as she realized all the inappropriate thoughts she had been having about me. I chuckled quietly under my breath, and yet, 8 pairs of eyes looked at me in surprise. Oh, I had forgotten about my audience. She was now trying to put a filter on her thoughts and only think things she would want me to hear. It was no use. I could still hear: That is the freaking hottest thi-no no, I mean, Edward, err, hi! Would you like to have sex-ahhh- I mean, I mean a tea party! Oh god, I would never want to have sex with you, with your amazingly manly-err, ugly-body. And he could probably read my thoughts to see what feels the best! That would be amazing! OH NO! I'm so bad at this! Edward, get out of my head! I did no such thing. I only stared at her more intently, until she finally gave in. Ok Edward, you win. I can't hide my thoughts from you. Umm, do you-would you like to-can we-have sex? Ahh, I mean, come over to my house for a playdate? I nodded slightly, grinning mischievously so she would no I meant yes to the sex, not the playdate. She sighed in relief and we spent the rest of the period having sex in her mind.