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BPOV

I laid stretched across Edward's bed, desire swelling up inside me as I watched him rip through the heavy guitar riff. There was nothing hotter than my Edward leaning over his black Stratocaster, his bronze hair falling into his face, rocking back and forth, as the thrashing metallic sounds filled the room.

Edward glanced up at me only for a second, but that was all the time I needed. I rose up slightly from the bed, enough to give him a slight peek at my cleavage, and licked my lips seductively. His eyes grew dark as his expression turned to one of hunger. He abandoned the song he was playing, jumped up from his stool and immediately silenced the guitar with a knowing grin. Then, he flew across the room at almost inhuman speed, jumping onto the bed and rolling me over, then pinning me down beneath him. I attacked his lips with ferocity, while he made quick work of removing my jeans first and then his own.

"Mine!" he growled as he positioned himself in between my legs.

"Yours," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist as I prepared for his thrust.

However, the thrust never came, only the insistent beeping of my insufferable alarm clock.

"Crap; not again!" I groaned as I rolled over to beat the annoying device. I had been having these dreams for two weeks now, and my raging hormones were about to drive me insane.

Things were going great with me and Edward. Ever since our victory with my dad, we had become much more comfortable with our relationship. He had taken me on three official dates so far, aside from the time we spent together after school each day. We were constantly exchanging declarations of love, accompanied by some intense make-out sessions. However, he always managed to put the brakes on things before we went too far.

A few months ago I would have never even considered kissing a boy. I was raised to believe that those kinds of things were sinful; not to mention the fact that I was way too shy to get that far with a guy. Edward had changed all of that for me and I found myself growing impatient with each passing day. I was tired of being the innocent girl that everyone was afraid to corrupt. I wanted Edward to kiss me like he did that night at the park. I wanted him to touch me as if I wouldn't break. I simply wanted more.

I couldn't quite understand why he was holding back. I had respected his decision to slow things down after that first night at the football game, but my body was crying out for him. Although I knew very little about the art of seduction, I was determined to put my insecurities aside and figure out a way to persuade him to make a move.

I had no idea how to go about it, but I knew someone who did.

What would Rosalie do?

I climbed out of bed and opened up my closet, in search of something to wear to school. It was at that moment I remembered my secret weapon: the overalls. I grabbed them out of my closet, along with a form-fitting black blouse and laid them on the bed. Then, I went back to the closet and dug out the little pink bag that was hiding in the back.

This better be worth it, I thought as I shimmied on the tiny blue scrap of lace. I had never worn underwear like this before, but could already tell it wasn't going to be comfortable.

Thirty minutes later I had dressed, eaten breakfast, secured the house, and was ready to go when Edward pulled into my driveway. I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for the uncharted waters I was about to dive into, as I ran down the steps to meet him. Before he could attempt to get out and open the door for me, I was already inside the car.

"Good morning!" I greeted eagerly as I closed the passenger door behind me and leaned forward to give him a quick peck on the lips.

Edward looked at me incredulously and shook his head. "Well, I take it you're ready to go."

"Oh yes, I'm very ready," I flirted. He stared at me intensely, apparently oblivious to the real meaning behind my words.

"Well, I'm sorry I kept you waiting," he replied as he backed out of the driveway.

"That's okay. I'm sure you'll make it up to me," I said suggestively as I turned on the radio.

So far so good! I inwardly praised myself for my boldness. I looked over at Edward and decided that it seemed to be working. His body tensed as The All-American rejects song "I wanna" began playing, and he didn't waste any time before lighting up a cigarette.

Before long, we had arrived at the school, and I had calmed down enough to allow Edward to open my door. I tried my best to give him a show as I made my way out of the car, pushing my chest out as far as it would go. Edward gulped, but didn't say a word about my production. Instead, he snaked his arm around my waist and led me into the school.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed that he didn't take the bait, however I was determined to try again at lunch. We would have more time then anyway.

I sat in my homeroom class, waiting on the day to begin while daydreaming about Edward on the jungle gym. The teacher, Mr. Stuart, went through the morning roll call and then proceeded to go over the daily announcements. I wasn't really paying attention until I noticed everyone getting up from their seats. I knew then that I had missed something important, and I quickly grabbed the arm of the first person who passed by me-a girl named Jessica Stanley-and asked her what was going on.

"Were you not listening just now?" she rolled her eyes at me in annoyance. I knew there was a reason I had never attempted to have a conversation with her before. "We have to go to the auditorium for some kind of assembly. Mr. Stuart said it would last until lunch."

"Oh, thanks," I replied as I turned to follow the crowd. I spotted Alice and Jasper, and began pushing through the crowd towards them. I had almost succeeded, when I felt a strong hand grab my arm and begin pulling me in the opposite direction.

I turned to protest, but came face-to-face with a mischievous-looking Edward. I grinned and instantly relaxed while I let him guide me to the back row of the auditorium, all the way in the left corner. We took our seats and waited for the rest of the students to file in.

"Hey! I didn't think you'd be here," I said as he took my hand and smiled.

"Oh yeah, why not?" he teased, eyeing me intensely.

"I don't know, I suppose because I usually only see you in the halls and at lunch."

"Well, I would normally skip during these things. However, I couldn't stand the thought of you sitting through this all alone."

I smiled at the sentiment. "How thoughtful of you."

"I'm a thoughtful kind of guy. See," he motioned to the group of faculty at the opposite end of the room. "I even found us seats as far away from the teachers as possible."

"Hey, there's Alice and Jasper!" I stood and waved, until I caught their attention. They quickly made their way to where we were sitting.

"What's up, guys?" Jasper asked as he took a seat beside Edward. "You ready for a fun-filled morning?"

Before we could respond, Alice redirected the conversation."Hey! Cute overalls, Bella!" She said with a wink before sliding into the seat beside Jasper.

"Thanks, they're very roomy," I replied as I watched the rest of the seats quickly fill with students. Alice giggled and I noticed Edward staring at me while shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He noticed!

It wasn't long before the room became dark and Mr. Arnold took the stage. Apparently, they had decided to spend the entire morning warning us about the dangers of teen drinking and unprotected sex through a series of guest speakers and propaganda films.

I sighed and peeked over at Edward. Although it was dark, I could still make out a twinkle as his eyes roamed over my body.

"See something you like?" I flirted, satisfied at the wide-eyed look that formed on Edward's face. He let go of my hand and moved his own to my thigh. I thought this might lead to something more, but he simply stilled his hand where it was, before turning back to pretend to watch the first presentation film.

Suddenly, I felt his slide across my thigh toward the bib of my overalls. I shivered with anticipation as he slipped his hand underneath the fabric, traveling north, until his fingers reached a sliver of skin just below my blouse. "You're driving me crazy," he whispered into my ear as he traced his hand back and forth across the exposed skin before travelling north to skim over my breasts.

I grinned. What he didn't seem to realize was just how much he was driving me crazy. Then again…

I held my breath as I felt his hand slowly move down from my chest to the buttons on the side of my overalls. "Whatever happens just keep your eyes on the stage," he whispered. "And no matter what, you have to act normal."

I nodded; keeping my eyes focused on the stage as he slowly undid the buttons. One…two…three. Edward paused and inhaled a deep breath. Slowly, and I mean painfully slow, his hand worked its way inside the denim and began its descent.

I trembled with anticipation as his hand reached my stomach, his thumb circling my belly button, before travelling on down to the lacy fabric of the thong that Rosalie and Alice had purchased for me.

God bless them. I had the best friends in the whole world!

I closed my eyes in anticipation as his sweaty palm skimmed over the lace, not stopping until he had reached my depths. He cupped his hand over my heat pressed against me; I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the groan that was threatening to find its way out of me, as I felt the moisture start to seep through my panties.

I concentrated on the movement of his hand; I would worry about my underwear later. The feeling of his palm rubbing back and forth across my wetness was better than any of the dreams I had been having, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to remain still.

Edward must have sensed my dilemma, because his hand stilled for a moment and then slowly made its way back towards my stomach. I looked over and gave him a disapproving scowl, to which he flashed me a devilish grin. I turned my head and let out a slightly exaggerated huff, not seeing the humor in his torture.

I started thinking of various ways to torture him back, when his hand slowly began another descent, causing my stomach to tense. This time his hand paused at the top of my panties, before sliding underneath the elastic.

My heart rate skyrocketed as he ran one finger over my slick center, and then slowly pushed it inside me. My breathing hitched, and I tried my best to keep it under control, as his finger moved in and out of me. I was in complete disbelief that one little finger could spark so much sensation, and I pondered how much more intense it would be with his…well, you know.

As if he could read my mind, he inserted another finger, increasing the pressure that was swelling deep inside of me to new heights. It was becoming more and more difficult to act like nothing was going happening here, but I knew it was imperative not to expose our activity. Of course, the possibility of being caught only heightened my pleasure.

"So tight… so wet," he whispered into my ear, his breath causing a shiver throughout my body.

I felt an unfamiliar tingling building up inside me, and I noticed the room was spinning as I tried to open up my eyes. Once again, in perfect tune with my body, Edward curled his fingers inside me and pressed his thumb against a spot so sensitive; I could no longer stay in control. I closed my eyes and leaned my head forward, letting my hair fall around my face to hide the pants that were emanating from me as I tumbled over the edge. It was embarrassing and amazing all at the same time! I had never felt this kind of intensity before, not even my most recent reoccurring dream had come close to a fraction of the waves of pleasure that was overtaking me. As far as I knew, female orgasms were just some Urban Legend; Alice and Rosalie had said some things about them, but I had assumed they were exaggerating.

It took me a few moments to come back down to earth. I would have been perfectly content to stay right where I was if it weren't for the fact that we were in the middle of an auditorium, occupied by the entire school. My cheeks flushed as the realization of it sunk in, but no matter, it was too dark for anyone to notice.

Of course, though, Edward noticed. I sat back and looked over at him; he was beaming with pride at my reaction. Slowly, he withdrew his hand and carefully refastened the buttons on my overalls. I suppose that meant that the fun was over…at least for now. While I was not exactly happy for him to cease his ministrations, I knew that this had been a major step in the right direction. Rosalie would be so proud!

EPOV

I'm going to hell.

Then again, maybe being stuck in this seat, embarrassingly hard with no release in sight, was my own personal hell. I knew it was wrong; in fact, my mind was screaming at me not to do it. Of course, that small part of me was drowned out by something much louder. Desire.

It had all started the night before. I had this amazing dream of Bella, stretched across my bed, looking sexy as hell in her Catholic school uniform as she watched me wail on my electric guitar. I woke up in a cold sweat, with a need that required immediate attention. I jumped into the shower and took care of business, trying to get it all out of my system before I picked up Bella for school.

I made my way to Bella's house, praying that she wouldn't be wearing anything too attractive today. When I pulled into her driveway, she was already outside, waiting on me. I was relieved to see that she was wearing a nice pair of loose-fitting overalls. I could handle that. Well, I thought I could any way. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

All of our morning classes were cancelled in lieu of an assembly in the auditorium. My first instinct was to ditch and come back later. Then, I thought about Bella, sandwiched between God-knows-who in the dark auditorium for several hours. I wasn't about to put her through that, and I knew she probably wouldn't want to ditch, so I decided to join her.

I managed to pull Bella out of the crowd, and led her to seats as far away from the watchful teacher's eyes as possible. There was no particular motivation for this; it was just habit for me. We settled into our seats and were soon joined by Jasper and Alice. I knew better than to look for Emmett and Rosalie; they would definitely ditch.

Still, everything was fine until Alice opened her big mouth. "Hey! Cute overalls, Bella!"

"Thanks, they're very roomy," Bella had replied with a hint of something I couldn't quite figure out.

My eyes were instantly on Bella, taking in her outfit at the mention of it, when a sliver of exposed skin beneath her blouse caught my attention. I thought I had a handle on things until I thought about how easy it would be to touch the area, once the lights went out. From there, I began to ponder just how roomy those overalls actually were. I felt myself becoming uncomfortably aroused, so I began to fidget in my seat; this was neither the time nor the place for these kind of thoughts.

Despite my efforts, I continued to stare at her after the lights went out. I envisioned various scenarios that would no doubt lead to our expulsion and possibly some jail time. I could slip my hand right through the side...

As if in tune with me, Bella looked over at me and whispered, "See something you like?"

Not helping, I thought as I tried to wipe the visions of Bella sprawled out on my bed from my brain. My efforts were in vain; my hand seemed to react of its own volition, moving first to her thigh before reaching out to touch the tiny piece of exposed skin beneath her blouse. I felt her shiver beneath my hand, and it was all I could do to maintain control of myself as I moved to up to her enticing breasts.

"You're driving me crazy," I whispered as my fingers caressed her. I was expecting her to laugh, and slap my hand away. Instead, she grinned at me with a look of triumph. That's when I realized that she wanted the same thing I did, and my hormones took over.

I made quick work of releasing the three metal buttons against her thigh, warning her not to give us away, before allowing my hand to drift beneath the denim. Slowly, I let my hand venture south, savoring every second, until I felt the lacy fabric of her panties. I desperately wanted to know what color they were, but I knew I wasn't likely to find out in here.

As I pressed down on her heat, I instantly felt her wetness seep through the lace. She was so wet…for me. I knew I needed more; she probably did too. I moved my hand back up and repeated the whole procedure; only this time, I wandered under her panties. As soon as my fingers traced over her slick folds, I knew I was going to have to spend some quality time with the restroom as soon as the assembly ended. That was the last thing I wanted to do at school, but I wouldn't be able to ignore the growing need in my pants for long.

I realized how tight she was, and began to imagine how good it was going to feel to be inside her one day. I decided to insert a second finger and her reaction made me blurt out into her ear just how tight and wet I thought she was.

I wasn't sure if it was the additional finger or my words, but within a matter of seconds I felt her walls clamp down around me. I thought I might just explode in my pants right there as she leaned forward to hide her reaction as she came on my hand.

I'm so going to hell.

I sat there, through the rest of the assembly, with my thoughts bouncing back and forth between fantasizing about Bella in various positions, and my need to get to the bathroom and take care of myself. Of course, the fantasies only made the need more urgent. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the presentation ended and we were dismissed for our lunch hour. We both needed a bathroom break, so we agreed to meet in the lunchroom.

After I had finished taking care of business, I quickly joined Bella at our usual table in the cafeteria. It didn't escape my notice that she had quite a glow about her. I grinned in satisfaction. I knew that glow. It was the same glow Rosalie was sporting, she and Emmett having just returned from their tryst.

"So, Bella, did you enjoy the assembly?" Alice asked with a knowing smile. Was it possible that she knew what had happened? Surely, Bella hadn't told her already. I never could understand how she always seemed to know everything.

Rosalie snorted as if she knew something as well. Still, she and Emmett had just gotten back, so there was definitely no way she could have known. I looked over at Bella and she was blushing profusely. It was then that I decided that it didn't really matter; my girl was happy.

The lunch hour passed by in a flash; the conversation mostly lingering on Emmett, who was trying to convince Rosalie to throw a big party, since her parents were going to be leaving her unattended for most of the summer. At the sound of the bell, Bella and I said our goodbyes to the group and then headed to her locker.

I leaned against the wall and waited while she gathered her books, so I could give her a kiss before I had to go to my own locker. She slammed the locker door closed and pressed herself against me, pulling me down by the collar of my shirt, and then kissing me with an urgency that told me I was in trouble. Just as I was about to pull away, she slipped her hand into the pocket of my jeans and shoved something inside.

"I love you," she said before abruptly turning away and practically skipping down the hall towards her next class before I could even respond.

I reached into my pocket and gasped at what I felt. "Please God," I whispered as I felt the familiar lacy fabric against my fingers. I decided that class was no longer the most important thing on my agenda, and quickly made my way back to the men's restroom.

I locked myself into the handicap stall, wanting all the extra room I could find, and pulled the fabric from my pocket. I looked down and groaned.

They were a glorious blue-my new favorite color.

Forget hell, I was in heaven!

This story gets a lot of readers, but not a lot of reviewers. So, to everyone who does review, thank you so much for your support! To everyone who doesn't, I would love to hear from you!

Also, I recently co-wrote an outtake with Duskwatcher for her story "A Matter of Time." It's told from Rosalie's point of view. Check it out!

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