I cannot breathe.

I cannot breathe.

I.

Cannot.

Breathe.

And it feels so good.

Alice's lips were pressed firmly against mine and one hand cupped the side of my face while the other clutched at my side. I moaned in surprise and utter delight as she plunged her tongue inside my mouth before I could even comprehend the fact that I was making out with Alice freaking Cullen.

I whimpered as she dug her nails in slightly into my ribs and swirled her weirdly cold tongue inside my hotter mouth. My eyes made friends with the back of my skull as she began sucking my own silky appendage. I moaned and felt her smirking against my lips as she mounted me completely.

She settled her hips right above my waist to make up for the height difference. She ran her hands over my stomach and skipped over my breasts to cup my face. She pulled back much to my displeasure and began peppering my mouth with soft, chaste little kisses.

"You taste like strawberries," Alice murmured against my mouth and God, her voice made my eardrums throb in ecstasy. It was husky and rasping slightly, almost like a smoker's only less grated and without that annoying gravelly feel to it.

I was still struggling to accept the fact that this was my first kiss and my first make out session. Alice had moved her mouth down to my neck and was pressing her cold, wonderfully soft lips to my throat. I shifted, liking the feel but wishing she'd put her mouth back on mine.

It suddenly hit me that Rosalie was just watching.

Can someone say awkward?

I'm on my back and being necked by this gorgeous pixie and she's just looking down at us, watching.

Before I could begin to contemplate the weirdness of it, Alice was suddenly sucking on my pulse point.

My eyes quickly snapped shut and I moaned loudly as I felt her take a small bit of my flesh into her mouth and gently scrape her teeth over it. I clutched the back of her shirt, arching slightly as she passed her tongue over it, soothing what I had no doubt was a newly formed bruise. I whimpered and felt her chuckling as she did it again. There was a pool of heat in the lower part of my stomach.

She suckled on my skin then nibbled which actually kind of hurt but in a good way before she slicked her tongue over that same (now throbbing) bit of flesh. I was making all kinds of small noises as she kissed back up to my mouth and plunged her tongue back inside.

I writhed as she trailed one hand over my sore and tingling neck and let the other play with the zipper on my jacket.

I'd never known kissing could feel this good. I'd always thought it would be a slimy, gross affair with lots of spit and just...ick.

So not the case.

Alice pressed her hot little body down hard against mine and started gyrating. I let out a startled grunt when she slipped a thigh between mine and ground against it against me.

Jesus Christ.

And what the hell is vibrating against my chest? I peeled my eyes open very reluctantly and glanced down.

What the hell?

It's Alice.

"Mm..Mph...A-are you...Alice, are you...mph...are you purring?" I gasped out as Alice furiously kissed me, hungrily biting down on my lips and tugging back, pulling them away from my teeth. I couldn't even remember what I asked her, all I knew was that her sucking on my swollen bottom lip felt great and that the vibrating seemed to increase in volume.

Fantasizing could never have prepared me for how amazing kissing Alice Cullen was. I barely knew what to do and I was purely running on instinct and hoping it didn't suck to much for her. I heard a soft zip and blushed as I realized Alice was unzipping my jacket.

"I wanna feel your chest against mine, Bella. I want to feel your breasts heaving up and down while you pant in ecstasy..." Alice groaned out and I nearly lost consciousness.

Dirty talk from Alice.

My god...

I'm struggling not to overheat and melt into a puddle beneath her.

She quickly pushed the damning piece of clothing off my arms as I sat up to help her. She slid it off my shoulders and ran her hands under my shirt, her freezing skin making me jump. She quickly pushed me back down and started another assault on my neck.

My head was in a whirling blur of pleasure, anxiety and fear.

Is this really gonna go all the way?

"So warm..." Alice breathed into my neck, going right back to that one tortured spot. I cried out softly when she bit down a little harder than before, still grinding against me. I twisted helplessly beneath her, whimpering and moaning her name softly as she scraped her nails lightly over my ribcage, making me shiver.

I feel like I'm going to explode. She's all over me, touching me, kissing me. I'm arching and making noises I've never made before, and all the while I can feel Rosalie's unrelenting gaze on us, but it only makes me hotter...

I've ruined this pair of underwear. My skin is tingling everywhere she touches, lighting me up like the Fourth of July.

I've only ever been able to imagine this pleasure, what it would feel like to touch another person, to feel them touching me. I almost can't take it when she starts rolling her hips into me, mumbling my name and still doing that disconcerting yet so delightful purring thing against my chest.

This is it.

I'm really about to have sex.

I'm really, really about to give up my virginity.

And I barely know the person I'm giving it to...

This thought makes me tense up but Alice only rubs her tongue over that aching bit of flesh she's taken such a liking to and makes my mind go blank for a moment. It wouldn't surprise me if it looked like I'd been punched in the side of my neck by now.

But I don't mind, because it feels to damn good...

I swallowed hard as she slowly began moving her hands higher, towards my chest, all the while whispering naughty things in my ear in that high, soft and rasping voice as she kissed me.

So good, it all feels so good...

What am I doing?

I can't do this...

But I want to so bad...

"Alice," I gasp softly, my eyes tearing up as a wave of emotions hit me like my ugly red truck outside. I grasped her shirt, fisting it in my hands and I lift my hips as I arch into her when she finally cups my breasts in her tiny, cool hands.

"So soft, Bella...So full...You have a great pair, Bells...I know you're so wet, so hot for me...I can practically smell you," Alice crooned into my ear and I cried out, unable to take it as she began to firmly massage me. I bucked my hips, whimpering like a little puppy as she ran her cold thumbs over my nipples through my bra, making them stiff and sending incredible tingles to my most private area.

My face was so red at this point. I was so embarrassed but I felt so good...

I wanted her to stop so much it was making my stomach hurt but I wanted her to keep going so much it made me feel like I was going to explode...

"It's okay, Bella. It's okay, I've got you..." Alice whispered, her kisses becoming less frenzied and more gentle and measured. Alice suddenly changed her pace, relaxing and stopping her rocking to a more slow, sensual, grinding roll of her hips. It was as if she could sense my distress. She softly pressed her mouth to mine, the tenderness making my heart squeeze tightly.

Until I realized that she couldn't possibly mean it that way.

No, I was just another notch in her bedpost, another score in her pocket...

To her, this doesn't mean a thing.

And I can't even begin to tell you why I'm letting her do this to me. Maybe it's teenage hormones, or my own desperate desire for positive attention, I don't know. But this means something to me. Having Alice touch me, hold me, being the first person to ever be with me like this, it means something...

And the fact that it doesn't for her hurts.

As I'm contemplating begging her to keep going and pleading with her to stop, she suddenly lurches forward, pulling her lips from mine and stiffening like a board, hands still attached to my chest but no longer groping.

I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?

I look up, my stomach dropping as I hope and pray that I've not done something so awful and inexperienced that she'd actually stop...

"Alice?" I breathe, actually startling myself at how low and husky my own voice is. I clear it and glance at her face, only to see the strangest expression on it.

Her swollen lips are slightly parted, her coal black eyes staring straight at Rosalie, who by the way, still hadn't moved.

And people call me a freak...

Suddenly, as if she'd been slapped, Alice jolted, shook her head a bit and then glanced down at me as if just remembering where she was.

"D-did I...W-was I...Did I do something?" I asked, almost choking on shame as my face burned hot under her gaze.

"Nope," Alice said in a normal voice and her face broke into her familiar smirk as she looked down at me.

What the fuck?

She suddenly pulled her hands out of my shirt, took a moment to grin at my hard nipples (at which I wanted to curl up and hide myself) and then pulled my shirt back down, smoothing it out.

"What are you doing? I'm sorry, I know that sucked but it was my first kiss and everything and I didn't mean to be so bad-Mm!" My desperate attempt to cover my ass for why she was apparently stopping was cut off as she kissed me short and sweet.

"Relax, Bella," she giggled, zipping up my pants and running her fingers through my hair, smoothing it out.

Wait, what?

Zipped up my pants?

When the hell did she do that?

"You didn't do a thing, sweetheart. In fact, you were pretty good for your first make out session. But, I do believe we have some company coming," Alice reassured me as she ran her fingers through her own messy hair.

Amazingly (Read bizarrely) she only smoothed it a little before running both hands through it, mussing it up in that sexy bed head style of hers.

So basically, it didn't look a whole lot different.

Alice kissed me quickly once more and readjusted my shirt a little when it turned out to be so crooked it was showing off way to much cleavage.

I blinked once and nearly had a heart attack when I realized Alice was no longer in front of me but pulling her chair out on the other side of the room, with Rosalie the voyeuristic psychotic passive aggressive blond right next to her.

I don't know what her deal is. Maybe she just didn't want to touch me. Not surprising.

I was still sitting on the desk, blinking rapidly when the door opened and our grumbling teacher walked in.

"Stupid Board of Directors, stupid Board of Education, canceling the meeting and what in the heck for, I don't know, so rude, so inconsiderate..."

She muttered under her breath all the way to the front of the room before noticing us.

Or rather, me.

"Oh! Girls, haha, I'm so sorry. I almost forgot about you. Bella, dear, what are you doing on the desk? I must ask you to take your seat," she bustled about, shooing me like a fly until I jumped back in my seat, which only agitated my already swirling and raging emotions.

I could hear soft snickering (Deja Vu much?) from Alice and Rosalie. I blushed and ducked my head, trying to distract myself by putting on my jacket.

"Well, there's only about twenty minutes left and since you girls are so well behaved I think it's fair if you're allowed to read the rest of the time. No talking, blah, blah, you know how it is..." she chuckled to herself before sitting down at her desk and putting on her glasses.

Well behaved.

Right.

We'll go with that.

Whatever helps you (and me) sleep at night.

It took me about a full minute before I realized that Alice had known.

She had known the teacher was coming back.

How?

That's just not possible.

She'd said we had company coming...

I chanced a look at Alice and Rosalie, only to see the corner of Rosalie's mouth moving in a twitchy little way. She looked like she was having a muscle spasm or something. I noticed Alice's doing the exact same thing.

After watching this bizarre display for a few more seconds, Rosalie stopped spasming and turned one of her terrifying glares upon Alice, who met it with a stoic expression.

They had an eye conversation, a nice long one.

I hate it when people do that. I do not understand how people, or usually girls really, have conversations with just their expressions and eyes.

I watched them have their little stare off for a good ten seconds before Alice sneered, not smirked, but sneered at Rosalie.

I admired Alice's courage or more like her gall to give Rosalie a look like that. Anyone else would have gotten their face torn off. Alice, however, only got a haughty snort in response.

Rosalie turned away after that and then Alice's eyes were suddenly on me.

I flinched and tried, key word here, tried, to look away when I realized I had been caught staring as her ebony eyes caught on mine. Her sneer faded and was replaced with a real, genuine smile. A small one, but a smile none the less. No smirking whatsoever.

It made my heart swell up and my stomach flutter around, not helping my ruffled self in the slightest. I bit my lip and ducked my head and barely caught her soft tinkling laughter.

When the teacher finally dismissed us, I gathered my things up slowly. I was almost to shy to watch them leave, Rosalie glaring at me for...I don't know, breathing or whatever it is about me that makes her hate me and Alice giving me that gleaming smile.

"See you around, Bella," Alice called when they went by and as I was treated to the tantalizing bounce of Alice's ass in those tight, no doubt designer jeans, I was reminded completely of what had happened.

As if I had been struck, my breath left me and my knees buckled. I fell back into my chair, mouth gaping slightly, my eyes locked on the door through which they had made their exit as I clutched at the desk and ignored the teachers hesitant call of my name.

I just had my first kiss.

I just got to second base, or well, let someone get to second base with me.

I had almost gone all the way with Alice Cullen.

I don't know what just happened. I don't know why Alice is so cold. I don't know why her eyes change from golden to black. I don't know why Rosalie just watched everything happen, and I certainly don't know how Alice knew the teacher was coming back. I don't know what they want from me or why they're bothering with me in the first place.

All I know is that it took all the strength in my body to pull myself up from that seat and leave the room. All I know is that it took all my focus to not drive off the rode as I got lost in remembering it. All I know is that it took every bit of concentration to pull in to the drive way without crashing as my mind picked itself apart in a frenzied whirlwind of thoughts.

All I know is that I did not, however, waste an ounce of my willpower in trying not to masturbate when I got home, only stopping when Charlie arrived two hours later.