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Enjoy the last chapter. Make sure to read the A/N at the end for details about the sequel.
[Bella]
The last few days of school were hellish. All the students were ready to be done, especially the seniors. Jacob had given up creating order in the chaos during lunch unless there was some fight or loud argument.
I spent my classes getting to know my students better, asking about their future, their college of choice, their plans for the summer. I could clearly remember being in their shoes and how schoolwork was the last thing on my mind during the last days. Besides, there was nothing else to teach them.
Edward had kept true to his promise and was the perfect student. I almost missed his heated looks or how he used to click his pen with a smirk on his face, expecting a reaction from me. The only thing that showed he still wanted me, loved me, even though he couldn't say it, was his answer to my summer plans question.
"I'm planning a road trip." There was a playful smile on his lips as he answered.
Then, the last day came upon us, and when his class let out, no one moved from their seats. I was ready to tell them the bell had rung in case all of them had developed some hearing problem.
Edward stood up, heading to the back of the class, behind Yorkie's seat. I had no idea what the hell he was doing because everyone came to me blocking my view of him, thanking me for being the best teacher they'd ever had. I was in the middle of hugging each of my AP students when Edward approached with a small bag and a bunch of flowers.
"Thank you, Ms. Swan. From all of us," he said so I wouldn't get ideas and panic.
I was so moved, I could feel tears pooling into my eyes. I'd already had the last class with the other seniors, and they hadn't been so nice. I guessed my advanced class appreciated me more.
"Thank you, guys!"
Newton was somewhere to my right, and he handed me a paper tissue, which I appreciated. "I'm sorry for how I've acted out in class and for calling you that," he mumbled. When his eyes glanced in Edward's direction, I knew he had something to do with the apology.
I nodded, dabbing at my eyes.
Edward handed me the gift bag, placing the flowers on my desk. I smiled at him, unable to contain it. The contents held a plaque saying The World's Best Biology Teacher and a box of expensive chocolate candy.
"Oh my God, you guys!" I opened my arms, inviting them all for a hug.
As they started filtering out of the room, Edward lingered by the door. Then I heard the lock turning.
I spun around to face him, surprised. He had a smirk on his face as he stalked to me.
"You're no longer my teacher, Ms. Swan."
I pressed my ass against the side of my desk, taking in a shaky breath. "It's still not appropriate."
He stopped in front of me, reaching to run a hand over my thigh and up under the skirt of my dress. "You've teased me for months with your long legs and those perfect boobs." He made a point to grab a handful of them while moving his other hand between my legs. "Fuck, so wet. You want this, don't you?"
I realized he was playing out our fantasy, which should have been the reality. This could have been our first time – when he was no longer my student, without all the anxiety the past weeks had given me.
"Not so mouthy anymore, Ms. Swan?" He flipped me around, bending me over the desk.
I pressed a hand to my mouth to keep the sounds escaping me as muffled as possible. He grabbed my ass, kneading and squeezing the flesh under my dress. I pushed into his hands, feeling my panties getting drenched.
When I heard his zipper being pulled down, I pressed my forehead to the top of my desk, anchoring myself on each side with my hands. I was thankful I'd worn heels again today, after not stepping in them since the sprain. They helped elevate my height.
I heard him spitting the condom wrapper somewhere, then he pushed my panties aside and slipped into me, bracing his hand on the small of my back.
"Fuck, Bella," he gasped, breaking our roles in the fantasy. His fingers moved to clutch at my hips as he started thrusting fast and jerky.
"Oh, God," I moaned. We hadn't fucked this way yet, and he was reaching new spots inside me. I gripped the desk tighter as an orgasm hit me seemingly out of nowhere.
Edward stilled deep inside of me, his breath coming in short puffs on my back. My dress felt like a second skin with how wet it was with perspiration, and the feeling of his breath on it made me shudder in pleasure.
Somehow, Edward had managed not to come, and once I stopped contracting around him, he started a harder and faster rhythm. The first thing to fall off my desk was my portable bottle of water – it rolled under his usual desk, then the flowers spilled over the floor since the stems weren't tied together properly; my new plaque followed suit with a loud clatter.
Edward lifted one of my legs, changing the angle, making me moan loudly. He grunted, gripping the spot under my right knee tightly, holding my leg in the air.
"Fuck!" I cried out when he found my sensitive spot.
He kept pushing in the same place, realizing what happened. I bit my wrist to keep from yelling when I came so hard, my vision blurred. Edward fell on top of me, breathing harshly.
Eventually, he stumbled to my swivel chair, falling into it, making it slide until the back hit the wall behind. I lay on top of my desk, panting and staring at the glorious sight in front of me. His white shirt was rumpled, and his dick lay sated, hanging out of his open pants. His hair looked in complete disarray.
He watched me through hooded lids as he tucked himself back in his underwear, zipping up his jeans. Then, he helped me off the desk, for which I was grateful. My legs felt like jelly.
Edward picked the condom he'd dropped and the foil, taking them to the trash. He turned to face me, running a hand through his hair.
"That was way hotter than in my dreams."
I managed a throaty chuckle. "Have you imagined bending me over my desk a lot?"
"Frequently. All the fucking time."
I flushed as desire pooled in the pit of my stomach. I'd never get enough of him.
I tried not to think how I'd almost fucked everything up last Monday. My nerves had gotten the best of me, but the way Edward had reacted was proof that he loved me as much as I loved him.
I was ready to give us a real chance now. Though, still cautiously.
He helped me pick up everything off the floor and offered to carry my flowers to my car. It was clear he had no desire to even think about attending his last gym class.
The graduation ceremony was held on Saturday morning so all parents could attend. I shouldn't have been surprised when Jasper announced Edward as the valedictorian. Edward appeared upset to be put in the spotlight as the smartest student, yet he delivered a beautiful speech. He didn't once curse or badmouth any teacher, and he painted a perfect picture of how everyone should follow their dreams and not let anything stay in their way.
Today of all days, it felt like the hottest day Forks had so far, and I'd opted to wear dress pants. Despite the cheerfulness around me, I wasn't feeling my best. I had woken up with the cramps from hell but considered them punishment for how I'd let Edward fuck me against my desk yesterday.
Once the ceremony was over, everyone mingled.
I was standing to the side with Jasper and Alice, who talked about how their wedding planning was going. It would be held in May of next year; the only month they'd been able to find available at the restaurant they wanted in Seattle.
"You're coming," Alice said, clutching to my arm. "And you can bring a plus one." She winked.
I could feel my face growing hot. "Of course, I'll be there. We'll see about the plus one, though."
"She has to find him first," Jasper joked.
They knew by now about Jake's girlfriend, so thankfully, they didn't hint at that.
"You never know. He might be closer than you expect," Alice said dreamily. I knew all about how she'd fallen for Jasper – the odd man out who's moved from Texas to her rainy town to take over Forks High School. He turned out to be everything she'd been waiting for all her life.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up when I smelled Edward nearby. I giggled to myself at how true Alice's words were.
He stopped next to me, with his adoptive parents beside him. Dr. Cullen reached out to shake Jasper's hand, thanking him for putting up with Edward's antics for so many years without expelling him. Mrs. Cullen took over, laughing at how she wouldn't live in fear anymore, expecting Jasper to call her about the trouble Edward got in.
Edward huffed but didn't comment. I felt his little finger brushing mine, and I jumped out of my skin. He shot me an amused look, licking his lips. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I'm going to miss having all my faculty members lining at my door, complaining about Mr. Cullen disrupting their class." Jasper grinned. "Though, Ms. Swan, here, was the only one to never complain about him; she actually praised him on many occasions." He met my eyes before turning his attention to Dr. and Mrs. Cullen. "Come to think of it, Mr. Banner had only praise words about him, too."
"Maybe that shows you what subjects interested me in school," Edward commented.
"I never complained about him, either," Alice quipped, smiling at Edward. "I've never seen such talent in a student before. If the doctor thing falls through, you could become a pianist without any problem."
I saw Edward's ears turning red as he stared at his shoes. I touched his elbow without realizing it. "I heard him playing once, too. I almost felt bad for sending him to gym class since he planned on skipping to play the piano."
"Oh, you said you didn't like the piano anymore," Mrs. Cullen gasped.
"I said I didn't want you to waste money on buying one. I had the one at school, thanks to Ms. Brandon allowing me to use it whenever I wanted," Edward pointed out.
"He's very talented," I said, seemingly unable to stop praising him or touching him. My hand traveled up his arm to grip his shoulder.
"How's my captain?" Jake appeared from behind us, clapping Edward's back, effectively making me drop my hand.
"Ready to get rid of you," Edward muttered, but it sounded like teasing. I'd seen them earlier talking, so they'd decided to be mature and put the past couple of weeks behind them.
"You'll miss me, Cullen."
"Yeah, right," Edward snorted. "Sorry to break it to you, but I've got a new favorite." He grinned at me, making Jake fake-gasp and clutch at his heart.
We all had a good laugh, but if anyone suspected anything, they could have easily caught the much deeper meaning of our exchange.
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While students were having their own parties all over town, we teachers had our celebration at Dawn. We had fun until late at night when one by one, we started departing. It was times like these when even Peter had Charlotte by his side, who'd decided to put him out of misery and accept dating him, that I felt completely alone. I'd never be able to invite Edward to these things, as Jasper had encouraged Jake to do, and bring his girlfriend next time. Even Tanya had found someone in the past few months.
I declined Jake's invitation to take me home. Walking to my apartment in the warm night air helped clear my head.
I wasn't going to try to put an end to our relationship anymore. I'd wait and see where it led. I hoped Edward was right and we could survive; that people wouldn't judge, but my heart clenched in fear.
My colleagues would be appalled. His adoptive parents would accuse me of corrupting Edward. Everyone in town would point and call me names.
But I held a ray of hope that it might be different when they found out…many years later when I'd dare to walk down the street holding his hand.
When I arrived home, my buzz from the beers I'd consumed lifted as soon as I noticed the door wasn't locked twice, like I remembered doing this morning. Adrenaline kicked in when it opened as I twisted the key.
Before I could panic, I heard music from the audio system and noticed little candles on the floor leading to the living room.
Still shaking from the scare, I closed and locked the door. I walked between the rows of candles and found a circle of candles in front of the fireplace. My coffee table was pushed against the wall. There was a bedsheet, a bottle of wine, and two glasses in the circle.
"Hello," Edward's soft voice said from behind me.
I spun around to tell him how much he'd just scared me with this stunt, but the words caught in my throat. He was wearing his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black dress pants. His feet were bare. But what did me in were his green eyes staring into mine, shining with all his love for me.
"Oh, Edward," I wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing him softly.
"Are you upset I broke into your house?"
"You scared me," I admitted.
"I'm sorry." He sounded so sincere, I had to believe him. "Let me wine and dine you before I show you how much I love you."
I flushed, allowing him to take me to the rumpled bedsheet on the floor. He went to the refrigerator and brought over a plate with cheese. I'd bought several types in hopes I'd have the time to make myself some Quattro formaggi pizza. I couldn't be mad at him for using it in this thoughtful way.
I checked the bottle of wine next to me. The Chardonnay was quite a few years old.
"Did you rob a bank, too?"
He chuckled nervously. "I stole that from Carlisle's collection. I hope he doesn't realize it's missing."
"Jesus, Edward. We can't."
"Let me take the heat if he ever finds out. Really, he has a full cellar of this stuff."
Reluctantly, I accepted it, and he popped the cork. He poured some in our glasses, toasting.
"To us." He grinned.
"To us," I repeated, taking a sniff of the bouquet before sipping the wine. The aroma exploded on my tongue, making me moan. I couldn't remember the last time I'd drank such good wine.
Edward leaned on his elbow, picking at the cheese on the plate, feeding me some, too. He reached out to kiss me every other bite, smiling against my lips.
We didn't even have to talk. The silence wasn't heavy. The jazz music in the background was perfect for his romantic surprise.
But when he pushed me onto my back after we'd finished half of the bottle, I stopped him with a hand on his chest. I hadn't refused him before, so he watched me worried.
"I can't." Fuck. It was always difficult to explain to men why I refused sex during my period.
"What now?" He groaned, sitting on his haunches. "What can possibly worry you now, Bella?"
I couldn't help but laugh at his exasperated voice. "Uh, you know…" I tried to find a way to say it as a joke without actually telling him, but he was a man. He wasn't going to catch on. I already saw frustration seeping into his features. "My period came this morning."
I expected him to pull away and gag, like most boys his age. His eyes widened, but that was all the reaction I got.
"Are you hurting now?" he asked quietly.
When I thought I couldn't love him more… "Not now." I sat up to kiss him slowly. "But this shouldn't stop you from enjoying tonight after this thoughtful surprise."
"Uh, what?" He turned a little green.
I laughed. "No, you're not going to fuck me. I'm going to…blow you," I whispered. I hadn't gone down on him yet.
"Fuck me," he groaned, his eyes rolling back.
"We just established that wasn't going to happen," I teased, licking the column of his neck. "Lie down."
"I'll probably explode before you get to take me in your mouth."
"We have all night."
He whimpered. "Please, write on my tombstone: 'Ms. Swan's lips killed me.' "
"The French do call orgasms la petite mort."
Edward moaned when I helped him out of his pants and underwear, careful to throw them on the couch and not on the candles surrounding us.
He fought with the buttons of his shirt, struggling to take it off, as I knelt between his legs, leaning down. I started stroking his erection, drinking in all the sounds he was making before I licked around his balls, slowly going up toward his tip covered in precum. When I wrapped my lips around it, Edward's hand gripped my hair, his hips lifting, and a guttural groan escaped him.
I wondered if any of the girls had blown him, but I doubted they had any clue what they'd been doing.
"Oh, God!" He cried out, one of his hands clutching at the bedsheet when I pressed my tongue to the ridge under the tip of his dick before focusing on wetting it thoroughly. "Holy fuck!" I scrapedmy teeth over the vein, pride bubbling in my chest that I could make him feel so good.
Despite the fact that I couldn't enjoy this fully, desire still pooled deep in my stomach. I had never ventured to do anything sexual during this time. I was surprised I could still feel aroused when it was clear I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself the way I'd like.
Sadly, it didn't take much for Edward to come undone under my lips. I swallowed because spitting was out of the question since he'd come while I was deep-throating him.
"You killed me," he breathed out.
"Was that your first blow job?" I was really curious.
"You could say that. Only one girl tried to suck me once – try being the key word. She gagged before she even had the tip in her mouth, saying it smelled bad."
I cupped my mouth, laughing loudly.
"Who the hell says that to a guy?" he lamented.
"She probably had no clue how dirty sex is," I said, still giggling.
Edward turned his head to look at me. "Yeah, she wanted just oral because she was still a virgin."
I lay next to him, stroking his chest with my fingertips. "When was your first time?"
"Pretty late for what you might imagine. I was seventeen."
He'd become so experienced in only one year? "Can I ask how many girls…"
Edward stilled my hand on his chest, bringing it to his mouth. "Are you jealous, Ms. Swan?"
"Just curious," I said honestly.
"A dozen or so." He shrugged. "It's just a number. I'm not proud of it. I realize now how badly I treated them."
A dozen? I hadn't even slept with that many men, and I was a decade older than him.
"What about you?" His eyes met mine warily. "Your first time?"
"I was eighteen, actually," I admitted. "He was fourteen."
"A cradle robber from the beginning," he laughed.
"Edward!" I slapped his shoulder. "It's not funny."
"How many?" He sobered up, holding my gaze.
"Six. You're the seventh man I've been with."
"Six?" His eyes widened, and he choked on his spit.
"What? Too many for you, Mr. I-Fucked-A-Dozen-Girls-At-Just-Eighteen?"
He squeezed my fingers, grinning. "I didn't…shit, it will sound horrible, but I don't mean it like that. I just didn't think you'd had so many boyfriends."
"Who said they were my boyfriends? I had only two boyfriends."
"Why, Ms. Swan…quite the social butterfly."
"Okay, no more wine for the underage kid." I made to grab the bottle and fake a drink for myself, but I managed to pour some on my face.
"I only had one glass," he defended himself. "And don't call me a kid when you've had my dick in you."
"I know you're not a kid, trust me," I said seriously, rolling around to touch his sharp jaw.
"Good." He caught my lips in a deep kiss. "I'm staying the night. Emmett's got my back."
"Are you sure?" I sat up, grabbing the bottle and the glasses.
"Yes." He took the empty plate, following me to the kitchen. "You know, a relationship is not based on just fucking. I really like you, Bella. I like talking to you."
I smiled, seeing how mature he was and all the reasons that had made me fall for him. "And what do you want to talk about?"
"Our trip." He wrapped his arms around me, kissing down my neck. "You're way too dressed."
"And I'm going to stay dressed. What happened with a relationship is not based on just fucking?" I laughed. He was a teenager, after all, but my libido matched his. Sadly, not tonight.
"You plan on wearing these clothes to bed?" He lifted a brow in a challenge, reminding me of our first interaction in class.
"I'm going to change into something more comfortable. Go and wait in bed."
I took a shower, then dressed in a clean pair of panties and the T-shirt I'd stolen from him on Monday. I'd worn it to bed for the past week.
Edward was in just his boxer briefs, not hiding his desire for me. His arms were folded behind his head, but they dropped to his sides, and his jaw went slack when I stepped into my bedroom.
He gulped thickly, closing his eyes. "Can't you…wear…something else?" he asked quietly, dragging the words out of his mouth.
"No." I sat next to him, pulling the thin blanket over my exposed legs. "This is my favorite nightwear."
"Please, Bella. Seeing you in my clothes…fuck…you have no idea."
I grinned, snuggling into his side. "Keep your eyes closed," I whispered, kissing his shoulder. "Tell me about our trip. What do you have in mind?"
"Life is an open road – it's the best story never told."
"Are you quoting from Bryan Adams now?" I laughed.
"What?" He peered down at me. He looked so adorably confused. In such moments, it was easy to forget his age and that he was just starting to live his life.
"Never mind. Tell me more."
"You want song quotes? One thing is for sure…this won't be a Highway to Hell." I laughed, and he leaned down to kiss me. "It will be Heaven – just the two of us: alone and with no care in the world. We won't have to check over our shoulder about who's watching."
"Heaven," I agreed, deepening the kiss.
All I could hope was that our trip wouldn't be a taste of paradise right before I lost him.
We'd survived our high school affair, but could we survive the real world, the way society would see our relationship when we were ready to go public? Only time would tell. Until then, I planned on enjoying every single second I had with this amazing boy.
I'm feeling a tad emotional about wrapping up this story.
The sequel is called 'Walking on Thin Ice' and it will have the same posting schedule: every Sunday.
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