AN:

This is a little later today—sorry—but I've been stuck in the boardroom for hours *yawn*

Enjoy!

The week passed quickly, despite the fact that I didn't see Bella—not physically. Mentally, I struggled to think of much else, which only highlighted my point: women were a distraction I was best to stay away from while at school.

Sunday and Monday were a write-off; I kept replaying what had transpired in Bella's apartment. I'd think about it in bed, cursing sleep for evading me; and I'd open my eyes in the morning, the taste of Bella's lips still on mine, like a permanent lip balm, or a burn. I'd had to take matters into my own hands … three times on Sunday, twice on Monday—once before and once more after classes.

Rose kept asking me questions, and I kept dodging them.

Halfway through a lecture on Friday afternoon, my phone vibrated in my pocket, making me jump. Rose side eyed me, a knowing smirk on her face.

"Wonder who that could be," she whispered, chuckling to herself. I narrowed my eyes, pulling my phone from my pocket, discreetly unlocking it.

Bella's text was blunt, just like her: Do you think of me?

My fingers twitched to reply, but my mind created all sorts of roadblocks. I could feel my cheeks heating, embarrassment scorching and crippling. It took a long time before I gathered the courage to be honest.

All the time.

Her reply was quick: So tell me.

That I think of you all the time? Confused, I stared at my phone, waiting for her reply, trying desperately to listen to the lecture, but the professor's voice disappeared into muted background noise.

Yes. Girls like to know these things. It makes us happy.

Ahh, it was a lesson. I replied quickly: Noted.

Thinking that would be the end of it, I placed my phone in my lap and turned my attention back to the lecture, but Bella wasn't done and her text made my whole body hum, an electric current that seemed to revive something within me.

When you think of me, what am I doing?

I wasn't stupid, I knew exactly what she wanted me to say, the details she wanted. But I didn't know how. I was so damn scared of making a fool of myself that I gulped, loudly.

"Are you sexting?" Rose asked, sounding a little surprised, but mostly … proud. "In a lecture? Go you." Punching my arm lightly, she ignored my scowl and turned her smile toward the front of the class, giving me as much privacy as our current situation allowed.

Shit. Shit.

I considered ignoring the text, but my damn phone was hot in my hand, burning a damn hole in my palm. I knew if I tried to ignore it, I wouldn't succeed. There was no way I could even begin to think of anything else right now.

Taking a deep breath, I texted her back: Kissing me. We're always kissing. I like kissing you.

I cringed, but sent it, holding my breath and waiting for a reply. I didn't wait long.

Is that all I'm doing? Where are we? Are we ever naked? Details, Edward. You want your girl panting, desperate for you …

Fuck. My cock sprung to life at the very thought of detailing my fantasies, those little fleeting scenes conjured by my imagination.

She didn't give me much time before another text came through.

Do you want to know what I imagine?

I think I whimpered. I definitely made a noise. Rose sent me a sly glance, chuckling to herself. I tried hard to pay her no attention, sending Bella a reply instead: Yes.

I imagine we're both naked, in your dorm room. Someone could walk in and catch us, but we don't care. I'm straddling you, pulling on your hair, tilting your head back, and you're groaning into my mouth as I thrust against your cock. You're begging for me to ride you, but I'm building you up … driving you wild …

"Fuck." I didn't realize I'd said the word aloud until Rose turned her wide eyes toward me, biting into her lip to stop herself from laughing.

My cock was like steel, so hard it was painful, and the urge to flee the room was too strong. I needed a bathroom break; I needed to ease the overwhelming tension that coiled and threatened to burst.

"I need to go," I told her, gathering my notebook and laptop with all the grace of an ice-skating elephant. She said nothing, but her shit-eating grin said everything.

I ignored the professor's concerned gaze, running from the room with my arms full of my belongings, straining to read the text that had just come through.

That concludes your first sexting lesson. I'll see you tonight, Handsome.

I couldn't wait until that evening. I couldn't wait another damn minute. Like a horny teenager, I ran toward the bathroom, needing the release before I came in my pants from her words alone.

AN:

I'll be updating Brats tonight too, so keep an eye out for that :)

Kate, Ella, Pearly and Mel are the best!

Thanks for reading!