Guilty Fantasies


When I went to school later that day... I was exceptionally uncomfortable, to say the least. Edward noticed this, but didn't question me, staying by my side and observing me. Somehow - his worried golden eyes turned to lustful sea blue eyes, making me twitch a couple of times - and looking away from him.

I wasn't going to tell Edward or anyone for that matter, about my... fantasy - as much as I hated calling it that, yes, it was indeed a fantasy... about Mike and I. That's why I was nervous when Lunch came around the corner - I was going to have to face Mister, I mean, Mike!

Yeah, the fantasy kept on repeating itself on my head while I slept, and every time I tried taking it further - it restarted, something I didn't mind at all.

Grabbing just a bottle of water to calm down my flipping stomach, Edward and I made our way to our table, were undoubtfully Mike was at. Oh God... I don't think I can face him just yet, it'll just make me embarrassed.

I sat down, far away from Mike as possible, bowing my head down, and sighing quietly. I knew I was worrying Edward, but I was fine, he didn't have to worry about anything...

"Bella, are you okay?" As if the devil wanted to punish me even more, Mike began to speak - to me.

His voice was not like in my dream/fantasy, it was truly worried, concerned for me. "Y-y-yeah." I managed to say, covering my face with my hair, closing my eyes - just wishing for this to end. This was pure torture, why has God made me... I can't even think about it - because I liked it, craved, desired the fantasy.

It was just so... amazing, even if it wasn't real.

"Are you sure, love?" Edward asked. I nodded in response, staying in my position the rest of that period, and quickly standing up - I fell in the result, but Edward caught me - and heading to my next class when the bell rang. Mike was in it, which made me stop - this was one of the classes Edward and I didn't have together.

No, maybe I can ditch? Yeah - I don't think I can face Mike without Edward next to me, but what about the rest of the year? Oh no...

Sighing, I turned to Edward, "Edward, I can't go to class... I'm not okay. Can we go to your car until I calm down - hopefully I'll be okay by the next period after this one." I stated, feeling uncomfortable.

He wrapped me up in his cold arms, "Yes."

Later that day, we arrived home. I unlocked the front door, and stepped inside, immediately feeling warm. I sighed contentedly, opening the door wider for Edward to come in, but he only sighed. At this, I worried.

He sighed, his beautiful face guilty. What had he to be guilty about? I should, not him... "No Bella. You see, me and my family have to go away for two months... I'd like to bring you, but... it's, we're going to Africa to hunt. It's family hunting time. Please... don't worry, I'll come back as soon as it's over." He stated, taking my hands into his cold ones.

I bit my lips and let out a small smile, "It's okay, you need to spend time together. No worries, I'll be here, waiting for you. Go, now. The sooner you go, the sooner you'd come."

His face was relieved as he cupped my cheek and kissed me, not passionately... I didn't feel anything. "Good bye, Bella, my love."

"Bye, Edward." Then, he neared his Volvo, got in in, and left me.

I wasn't at all sad, I knew he was coming back - there was no doubt that I was going to miss him dearly. My eyes began to droop - I hadn't slept much last night, I guess it was taking a toll on me. Besides, they didn't leave any homework, and Charlie was working longer shifts at work - I was free.

I went up the stairs and laid down on bed fully dressed, closing my eyes.


"Bella," His seductive voice called out to me from the living room of my house.

I was in my room, this time, in... more normal clothes. I went down stairs, too eagerly, and entered the living room - spotting him in a kitchen sit, a smirk on his face I found sexy, and then there was this twinkle in his eyes. Immediately I knew what he wanted, and I knew I wanted to give it to him, too.

His sea blue eyes beckoned me, telling me to come to him silently, and I obeyed so. His olive skin was smooth, his eyes desiring like the last time. I made it over to him as quickly as I could, standing in front of him with a smile.

His eyes roamed my body, taking in my short jean skirt, and a tight, low-cut light green shirt that led to the imagination. I stood there, smiling wider and bent down slowly, running my hands over his chest. God, I couldn't take it anymore.

Quickly, I swung my legs to the side, tucking them on either sides of him, into a straddle - I'm glad that he was in an armless chair. I began to un-button his shirt with one hand, and rubbed my pussy in circles over his covered, yet erected, dick - making sure he groaned. Now it was his turn.

I removed his shirt, and placed my hands on the back of his neck, making sure my lips were out of his reach. I looked into his eyes, whom were blazing, and soon, our lips crushed - he's impatient, isn't he now?

Our mouths moved in sync again - I hadn't noticed last time, but they moved perfectly together. His hands fell to either side of my hips, pushing me harder into his dick. His cock hardened if even more, and my pleasure grew as it continued to rub against me in all the right places. I quickened my pace.

Mike forced my mouth open with his delicious tongue, and once again, we battled inside our mouths.

He began to get impatient since he yanked my shirt off.

He raised a delighted eyebrow, eyes roaming my breast. Oh... suck my nipple Mike! Oh, man... I pushed my breast to his face, pushing his head towards them too. "No bra, good girl."

"No, Mike, I was extra naughty. Now bite me." I growled. He did as he was told, nibbling on my left one. I felt my right one harden, so I got one of his hands and raised it towards my tit, running it over my nipple. "Look at me. I am thinking of you instead of Edward." I purred into his ear.

He bit and licked my nipple harder now, "Mmm, good missy. Naughty, naughty girl." He moved both of his hands to my breasts and began to expertly squeeze them. He was eyeing them, and under his breath, he whispered lustfully, "So big."

I smiled down at him and responded to his comment by slipping one of my hands into his pants, stroking his cock. Mike pinched my nipples and I let out a moan in reaction. "You are a bad, bad girl, Isabella."

I just nodded my head in response, unable to speak due to the pleasure coming from both grinding Mike and his hands that were playing with my breasts. "Show me, then," Mike said. "Show me how naughty you are."

With that I climbed off of his lap and kneeled down before him. Not leaving Mike's eyes, I undid his jeans and pulled them off, along with his boxers. I licked my lips in anticipation of his cock that sprang up before me. There was a slight wet spot on the top of it, where a bead of pre-cum lay. Ever so lightly, I licked it off, letting my tongue barely sweep across his head. In response Mike groaned.

I gave in and took his shaft in my hand and pumped it up and down quickly. Soon Mike was panting heavily. I stopped and removed my hands from him completely and lowered my mouth over his cock. Mike's hands came roughly to the back of my head and pushed me down farther until his head was grazing the back of my throat. I choked and gagged, but Mike's hands remained on my head, holding me in place. I could hear him groaning louder and louder. Suddenly he pulled me away from him, keeping my lips a few inches away from his dick. Then, as he held my head in place, he brought his shaft forward into my mouth.

"Look at me, Isabella." I did as he said and met my eyes to his. Mike's face was scrunched in pleasure as he fucked my mouth. His breath was coming faster and so were his yells. Just before he was going to cum, he stopped.

"Take off that slutty skirt of yours. Now." I eagerly stood in front of him and took off my skirt. "Come back over here, Isabella."

I did as he said and resumed to my straddle over Mike's cock. My pussy throbbed in agony from the need of him inside me. "Mike," I whimpered.

He positioned his cock at my entrance and forcefully entered me. Without giving me any time to adjust to his size, he began to pound into me. The pleasure that shot up me was instantaneous. The pit of my stomach grew warmer as I took control. I circled my pussy around his cock, creating new angles that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I raised my hands to his shoulders and looked into his eyes and I began to bounce on top of him.

We were both moaning out each other's names as our pleasures increased. I could feel the pressure building. I saw Mike's eyes move from my own to my breasts, somehow I knew that he loved the way the jiggled when I fucked him. I arched my back, causing my chest to be closer to his face as they moved up and down with my body.

"You whore, Bella," he said to me as my face scrunched from the feeling he was giving me. I could feel my release coming closer.

"Mike, Mike I'm gonna cum," I yelled out to him, my pitch becoming higher and higher the closer I got.

"Cum for me, Isabella. Cum for Mister." With one last hard hit, I came around Mike's cock.

"Fuck, Mike!" I screamed out - ignoring that I just cussed, I don't care! I was having the time of my life here.

Mike continued to pound into me. I could feel him begin to tense beneath me. His hands found their way back to my hips and pushed me harder onto his cock. Wanting him to get a release, I continued to ride him as my lips found his ear.

"Do you like the way I feel around you? Do you like the way my breasts move when I pound on your cock," I said huskily. "Let's go, Mike. I want you to cum for me." I moved my hand to stroke his cheek. "And open your eyes. I want you looking at me when it happens."

His hands tightened around my hips. "Fuck, Isabella. You fucking slut."

I pushed down once more and then he yelled loudly. I felt his dick explode cum inside of me.

Mike looked into my eyes. "Edward has no idea what his girlfriend is doing to me, doesn't he?"

"No," I said with a smirk on my face.


I woke up gasping for breath, my pussy felt wet. I groaned and slammed my head back into the pillow, closing my eyes tightly. "God..." I groaned, feeling my pussy tingle just thinking about Mike and his dick.

When my mind wandered back to Edward, it stopped, and I soon frowned. Would he approve of this? Probably not, but who cares? It's my mind.

"Mike," I groan, standing up - I was hungry and I needed to use the rest room, "I'm your whore."

My pussy tingled again.


A/N: Okay, the story might be short, I don't plan on making it long... so... yeah. Liking it so far? (:',

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