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Chapter 7 – A Great Day!
EPOV
After talking to Marcus on Saturday, I felt pretty confident that I could actually… well perform. On my drive back to Forks, I started making a mental checklist of things I needed to do before the show on Tuesday. The first thing I did was go to the gym to workout. I know, a few days isn't going to make that much of a difference, but it made me feel good, so what the hell.
I ran into Emmett at the gym. Since the wedding, he practically lived there. He says he is just making sure he looks good for his beautiful wife, but we all know that it's the only place he can go without her. They didn't live together before the wedding, so as soon as the honeymoon was over, she started up with a list of "problems" with the house. She didn't like the color, so he had to paint it. She didn't like the carpet, so he had to replace it. The bathroom tiles were outdated, so he had to chisel them out and put new ones in. The list goes on and on. Jasper told him that he needed to stop wasting money fixing things up and just let her pick out a new house. I agreed.
I had just finished running on the treadmill, so I headed over to the free weights to see how he was doing. "Hey, Emmett, have you finished fixing up that house yet?" I'm a shit. I know.
"Fuck you, Edward." He said flatly. "You know that shit's not funny. What the hell are you doing here on a Saturday?"
"I just felt like doing some running."
"You know you can save yourself a lot of money by running outside, like the rest of the human population. The fresh air won't kill you, you know."
"You may not have noticed, being born here and all, but this is Forks. The rainiest place on the planet! I would need webbed feet to run in this place every day."
"Come on man, it's not that bad. Besides, it's not hard rain. It's usually just a few light showers here and there. I am sure there are a lot of other places that are worse than this."
I sat down on one of the benches and took more than half the weight off the bar. Is it really necessary to be able to bench press a Buick? "Yes, I guess you are right. We could have earthquakes, hurricanes, or drought. I guess it's not that bad, but I still wouldn't want to run in it."
"Ok, be a wuss." He said, giving me a dimpled grin. "Hey, have you put anymore thought into asking Bella out?"
What? "Um, Emmett, I thought you told me to keep away from Bella. You said she was a good girl and had a boyfriend."
"Since when do you listen to me? Besides, I didn't say you shouldn't date her, I just said you shouldn't use her for a quick fuck. She is a good girl, Edward. She deserves someone that is going to be good to her. You are a good guy. I think you two will hit it off. Plus, I know you know that she broke up with Mike, so don't give me that shit about her having a boyfriend."
"Yes, I know she dumped Mike, but… I don't know… I just don't see her… that way. She is just… kind of plain."
Emmett sat up so he could look me in the eye. "I can't believe you are so shallow! Jasper pointed out her nice ass to you. He told me that you were seriously checking her ass out when she was painting that stupid fucking banner."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Don't you guys talk about anything other than whose ass I may or may not be checking out? Geez Emmett!"
"Edward, seriously… Bella is a diamond in the rough. Even I can see that. Stop being such a prick. You don't have to marry her. Hell, you don't even have to ask her out, but you should at least try to get to know her."
I thought about what he was saying. Maybe Emmett was right. Maybe I should try talking to her. Maybe we could become friends. Just like every other woman in this town? Come on! When they're just friends, you don't get any pussy! Fuck the friends and find me the FREAKS! One step at a time… One step at a time!
On Sunday I did yard work, mopped the kitchen and bathrooms, did the laundry, and all the other menial tasks that needed to be done. I went through my closet trying to find some old jeans. Marcus suggested that I wear some old worn out jeans, preferably with holes in them. He said that the men should always look worse than the women. The women should be the center of attention. I could see where he was coming from. I pulled out every pair of jeans I owned. Apparently I take care of my clothes because even my oldest jeans barely looked faded or worn in any way.
I hopped in the car and drove down to the Salvation Army thinking I could pick up some worn out jeans there, but they were already closed. I ended up going back to the house and grading papers the rest of the night.
On Monday, my stomach was in knots. I was thinking about Izzy all day, trying to remember what she liked and what she didn't appear to like. All the different scenarios I had seen her perform for me gave me a basic list of ideas. At lunch time, I drove over to the Salvation Army to look for pants and you will never guess what I found… I found a fucking sign on the window saying that they were closed for inventory. What the hell is there to inventory? How does that work? Oh, look Bob, we are running low on men's XL t-shirts. We really need to get people to donate some more of those.
When I got back to work, I found a note on my desk from Jasper. Who knows what the hell the note said. You would have to be a Pharmacist to read that man's handwriting. I went to see if he was hanging out in the library. I was just about to step in the doorway when I stopped dead in my tracks. I saw black pants, a white button down shirt, and shiny black heels. Images of Izzy flashed before my eyes. My big guy downstairs even perked up a little. What miracle brought Izzy all the way to Forks and stuck her in the school library for me to find and why not just stick her in my classroom… or my car… or my shower?
All of the sudden the goddess before me finished pulling a thick sweater over her head and tossed it to a chair. My eyes focused and I realized that it was just Bella. She smiled and waved at me. I was still stunned. How could I mistake Bella for Izzy? It's just not right! Izzy is raw lust. Bella is… sweet. Sweet with a nice ass and potentially a nice body! Shut up!
I went back to the gym Monday night. The place was busy so they had the radio turned up. When they played one of the songs from the CD Izzy gave me, I almost fell off the treadmill. I decided to call it a night after that.
Tuesday was pure hell! Jasper was giving me shit because I told him I couldn't give him a ride to work. I still didn't have any jeans. I was so nervous that I ended up with an "irritable stomach". I was out of medication to stop that shit… literally… so I had to stop by the pharmacy on my way to work. The kids were acting up and I was getting ready to kill the bitch that teaches in the classroom beside mine for banging on the wall.
During lunch, I went back over to the Salvation Army. I must have looked through every pair of jeans they had. I finally settled on a pair that looked worn and faded enough. They were frayed on the bottom and had a few holes, so I thought they would be perfect.
I pulled into the parking lot of the school just as Bella was getting out of her car. Could Emmett be right? Am I just being shallow? She seems to be a really nice girl. She does have a nice ass. Just yesterday I noticed that the rest of her looks pretty good. I wonder why she always wears such bulky clothes. It's like almost everything she owns is at least two sizes too big.
Maybe I should try to talk to her. We are going to be driving to LA together. Come to think of it, we will even be sharing a room in San Francisco. I guess I should at least make an effort before then, so it is not so uncomfortable between us. After this performance with Izzy, I will start making an effort. I promise!
The afternoon flew by. Before I knew it, I was on my way to Heidi's. I stopped in Port Angles to grab a burger then headed on to Seattle. When I pulled up in the parking lot, I realized that I had plenty of time to spare, so I drove around until I found somewhere to buy a toothbrush and toothpaste, a small pack of condoms, a black bandana, and some cheap sunglasses. When I talked to Marcus earlier in the week, he told me that they had the bandana and sunglasses already here in the prop room, but… well… I don't know where those things have been. Yuck!
I went back to Heidi's. She showed me to the men's dressing room. I brushed my teeth, put on the jeans, bandana, and sunglasses and tried to calm down. She came back in to check on me and suggested that I remove my underwear. Ummm… These are USED jeans… How clean do you really think they are? Do I really want the big guy hanging around in someone else's nut sweat? Shut up! Must focus! Think of Izzy!
I took off the underwear but pulled the jeans down so low that my balls weren't even touching the fabric. Heidi thought I was doing that shit on purpose to show off the V that my stomach muscles made. Hey, as long as it keeps the mystery guy's nut sweat away from the big guy, she can think anything that she wants.
Some huge guy named Felix and a mousy little punk named Demetri asked me if I could help them move a motorcycle into the room that we were going to be in. Once we got it set up, Heidi brought me a barstool to sit on. Sit? Do I have to? That would put the mystery nut sweat too close to the big guy! I decided to stand until the last minute.
Heidi went over all the controls with me. She suggested different positions that work well on stage but said that we should do whatever felt natural. She went to get Izzy, so I forced myself to sit down on the edge of the barstool, spreading my legs a little to keep the jeans from making too much contact with my nuts. Worrying about nasty nut sweat was just the distraction I needed to keep me from panicking when the green lights started coming on.
When Izzy finally came into the room, all thoughts of nut sweat went out the window. She was HOT! Heidi whispered, "Here you go, fuck her good and display her pretty. You know you really should be paying me for this." And then she winked and pinched my cheek.
Apparently someone forgot to tell me that I was supposed to start things off, or if they did I didn't remember, because Izzy was waiting for my cue. I searched my memory to see if someone told me what I was supposed to say, but I was drawing a blank. I finally made something up. You know, the show must go on and all that shit.
It worked like a charm. Izzy, being the professional that she is, was able to pick it right up and run with it. I watched her as she performed. For a minute, I forgot that I wasn't just an observer. When she put me on that bike, I was almost disappointed. She was bending over and from where I was sitting, I couldn't see shit! She grabbed my ass though, and that made up for it. When she climbed up on the bike with me and grabbed my dick I was ready to hop off that bike, throw her to the floor and take her right then and there. I had to remind myself to be patient. She was just getting the crowd into it.
Eventually she managed to get her top off and was situated so I could lick her pussy. Damn she has a sweet pussy! She was so smooth that I wanted to just rub my lips on them for hours. I really didn't mean to make her cum so fast. I wanted to drag it out and tease her some more with my tongue, but I guess I didn't realize how sensitive her clit is. I have been told that I am pretty good with my tongue. Oh well, maybe I can show her more next time. Like there is ever going to be a next time!!
Once she came, I couldn't wait any longer. My dick was so hare it was starting to hurt, just sliding the condom on felt good. I was surprised at how tight she was. If I didn't know better, I would think that she was a virgin. Her ex-boyfriend must have a French fry for a dick! She rode me for a little while. It felt good but she was only taking in a little over half of my length and I wanted to feel it all the way in. I shifted us around and let my natural urges take over. When I was almost there, I remembered how she liked to hear me. I asked her if she wanted to hear them. She said yes, of course. I have to admit; hearing everyone else fucking inflated my ego a bit. Somewhere deep down inside, the little kid in me was saying, "Don't you just wish you were me? Well you're not, so HA!"
When it was over and the stars had faded from my vision, Heidi handed me an envelope filled with cash. I had never thought to ask how much I was going to get paid for this. I was just focused on the fact that I got to fuck Izzy. I waited until I got all the way home to open the envelope. When I sat down at my kitchen table to count it, I was shocked! This one evening earned me enough money to pay Jasper the money for the hotel, covered my cost of the gas, and still left me a little money to spend on souvenirs and shit on the cruise.
I slept like a rock that night and woke up feeling great! I expected to feel worn out, like I did every Friday morning after spending Thursday night out at Heidi's, but I was wrong. When my alarm went off, I hopped up out of bed. It took me no time to shower, shave, and get dressed. When everything was done, I still had time to fix some scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast.
Jasper came beating on my door, like usual screaming, "Wake up you lazy ass mother…" I opened the door and handed him a plate of food. He stood there with his mouth hanging open for a minute.
"Jasper, your food's going to get cold. Eat up." I said taking my seat at the kitchen table and finishing my breakfast.
"Holy fucking shit! You got laid!" He stumbled into the kitchen and sat across from me at the table.
"What? Don't be stupid. Eat your food." There was no way I was going to tell him about what happened last night. He would give me hell for years.
"Bullshit! You got fucking laid! NO…. You weren't just laid… You were fucked good!" He took a bite of his food and said, "I'm proud of you man. You finally got some pussy. Welcome to the world of the living!"
I didn't know if I should deny it or not. He seemed so… happy for me. In the end, I decided not to confirm or deny it. He didn't ask for specifics and I didn't offer any. I paid him the hotel money and we spent the rest of breakfast and the drive to work talking about the upcoming cruise.
My morning classes went well. I had lunch in the teacher's lounge. The cruise was the big topic over lunch so I joined right in on the conversation. The ladies were talking about what clothes they were going to wear. Apparently on one of the nights at sea there would be a formal dinner with the captain. Men were supposed to wear suits and women cocktail dresses. It's a good thing I was paying attention, because I wouldn't have known that. They were also talking about some of the other activities on the boat but I knew about them so I tuned that out.
I had a conference period every day between 1:00 and 2:00. Usually I used that time to grade papers, because I rarely ever had conferences, but today I decided that I was going to go to the library and check out a book. Ok, maybe I was really going to check out Bella, but we aren't admitting that right now.
I wanted to see if Emmett was right. Was she really a diamond in the rough, like he thought? Was there a beautiful woman hidden under those baggy clothes? I walked down to the library, pretending that I was looking for something for class.
I walked through the doors and took a good look around. There were a few students sitting at a table near the back left corner. I could hear one of the English teachers giving the students instructions on how to finish their research assignments but I couldn't see him.
I walked around, looking at the bookcases, pretending I was looking for something specific. I hardly ever came in here. Usually I would just come in and grab a student then leave. The longest time I have ever spent in here was painting that Valentine's banner. The place was nice. It was clean and organized. It was set up so that there weren't any dark corners or dimly lit isles. I liked it.
As I passed by the Sci-Fi Fantasy section, I found Bella bent over looking at something. She was wearing one of her straight skirts and a huge sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was riding up her back a little, so I could see her ass as she was bent over. Nice ass: Check! She picked up a book that was on a lower shelf and put it on the cart she was pushing. She stood back up and continued to look at the shelves. A few seconds later she pulled another book off of a shelf and put it on the cart. Next, she took a book off of the cart and tiptoed to put it on the top shelf, which made her calf muscles flex. Nice legs: Check! Maybe Emmett is onto something here! As I approached her from behind, I could hear… music?
"Hi… Bella… How are you doing?" I said with a smile. She didn't answer, so I tried again. "So, Bella, I hear that you are going to ride with us to LA." Still no response.
She started bobbing her head slightly and I heard her whisper, "…do it baby, do it baby..." What the hell? She turned her head slightly and I noticed the ear bud in her ear. She was listing to her iPod. I reached up and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Shit!" She said as she jumped. "Oh, sorry!" She said blushing and putting her hand over her mouth. "You scared me." She pulled the ear buds out of her ears and quickly turned off her iPod.
I smiled, "That's alright. I've said worse."
"How may I help you Mr. Cullen?" she said with a smile.
"I was just looking at some of the books and saw you over here, so I thought I would say hi. What are you doing?"
She smiled and I swore I saw a sparkle in her eye. "I am just making sure this section is in the right order. The kids are really into manga right now, so they are always over here looking for stuff. Unfortunately they're not really good at putting things back from where they find them. Whenever I have to re-shelf books from this section, I take a moment to look for stuff that's out of place."
"What is manga?" I asked picking up one of the books from the cart and opening it.
"Basically manga is a type of Japanese comics. You read them from back to front. The kids love them. Most of the manga we carry are mysteries but there are a few love stories too." She said as she put another book back on the shelf.
"They should consider making history books like this. Maybe the kids would actually read them," I said putting the book back on the cart.
"In one of the books, it talks about how the Great Wall of China was built, but it's completely fictional. According to the book, the wall was built by a guy named General Chen." She said shaking her head.
"I was wondering why they always get that wrong." I said laughing.
We continued talking about how kids mistake fiction for fact as she worked. She was incredibly smart. She was familiar with almost every book in that library. I was also impressed with the fact that she could just look at a shelf and determine if something was out of place. I wondered what her home might look like. Intelligent: Check!
As I followed her from row to row, I started to get cold. "Is it cold in here?" I asked.
"All the time." she said rolling her eyes. "The furnace supplies heat to the classrooms and the cafeteria, but it doesn't supply any heat in here. I have complained about it for years but the school board says it would be too expensive to do anything about it. They say the room is too big and drafty to heat very well anyway, so they gave me a small space heater to put under my desk."
"Does that really do any good?"
"It keeps my legs warm, so I can wear skirts sometimes, but that's about it." I followed her over to her desk. "See, take a seat." She said, indicating I should sit in her chair.
As I sat down, I could feel the heat drifting up my pants legs. Within a few minutes, I was warm from about the waist down. I bent down so I could put my hands under the desk and warm them. "I think if I had to spend all day, every day, in here you would find me curled up under this desk." I laughed, "The kids would be on their own."
We talked until the bell rang and I had to go back to my classroom. It was nice. She is a really sweet person. I was glad that I took the time to go talk to her. As I was walking out of the library I stopped and asked, "Bella, I'm just curious… What were you listening to when I came in and scared you?"
She lifted up her iPod and said, "Rob Zombie – Dragula" Huh? That's not what I expected. I figured it would be something a little more… mellow.
The rest of the day flew by. On our way home, Jasper asked where I was during conference time. Apparently he stopped by my classroom but I wasn't there. I told him about my trip to the library and about my conversation with Bella.
"Edward, I think you have been bitten by the pussy bug!" Jasper said as we pulled up to the house.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Not only were we both tested, but we used a fucking condom too! The only way I could have possibly gotten any bugs would have been from those jeans! That's it… I am burning those things as soon as I get a chance!
"The pussy bug, my friend, the pussy bug. Once you have been bitten, you just can't get enough. You want it day and night!"
"So you're not talking STD here, right?" I asked for clarification sake.
He laughed as he got out of the car. "Dude! I know you better than that! You're not just going to go dipping your wick just anywhere. If you're going to hit it, I can damn well guarantee that shit had better be certified, grade A, quality ass! That's for sure!" Sometimes there is just no way to respond to his logic.
On Wednesday night, I went to bed early and had some really strange dreams. I dreamt that I was in the library looking for Bella. She was at the end of a row with her back to me, just like earlier today. When I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around, it wasn't Bella anymore. It was Izzy! I awoke with my heart pounding. I wasn't quite sure if the dream frightened or aroused me.
Thursday went slow as usual. During my conference time, I went to the library and found Bella sitting at the desk reading a book. When I came in, she quickly closed the book and sat it aside. I glanced to see what the title was, but I couldn't tell, because it had a plain brown paper cover on it. Bella noticed me looking and blushed. That's strange. I wonder why she would blush when all I did was look at her book.
Today we talked about families. I told her about my parents, who recently moved to New Hampshire. She told me about her dad being Chief of Police as she grew up and how that caused people to treat her differently. She even talked about her mom and how she was carefree and whimsical all the way to her death. Apparently Bella had been taking care of her mom most of her life. Her dad was a good man but emotionally distant and a bit awkward. He didn't really know how to deal with a little girl, so he just didn't.
I think I'm really starting to like Bella Swan as a person. She is smart, caring, responsible, friendly, and interesting. I guess she is kind of pretty. I mean, she has pretty features, she just doesn't have it all put together. Now, if she could be herself but look like Izzy… Now that's someone I could really fall for.
I am pretty sure I stayed well above the speed limit on my way to Heidi's. I was anxious to see Izzy again. I kind of wondered if she would say anything about Tuesday. Did she know it was me? Both Marcus and Heidi said I shouldn't try to talk to her about it. They said that it would make things awkward between us. They said I should just pretend that it was just another day, like nothing special happened. Nothing special my ass! I was all up in that pussy! It doesn't get much more special than that! Will you please just calm the fuck down?
Miss Izzy came out dressed in a pale green baby doll nightgown that only came down to her upper thigh. She looked fucktastically innocent with her matching panties that had rows of lacy ruffles on the back. She carried a pillow and one of those multi colored spiral shaped lollipops that looked a lot like a unicorn horn.
She didn't say anything. She didn't dance around. There was no grand production. She just sauntered in casually. Checked her reflection in the glass, put her pillow down on the ground, and lay down like she was going to go to sleep. She was facing the window, curled up and comfortable with her head on the pillow.
She started to lick the lollipop. At first it was just normal licks, and then she started licking it slower. I found myself sitting on the edge of my seat when she started licking the lollipop slowly to the top and then swirling her little pink tongue around the end.
"Mmmm, so good." She said in almost a whisper as her tongue circled the end again.
The big guy was trying to push his way out of my slacks to get a look for himself, when she finally wrapped her beautiful lips around the end and gave it a little suck. She rolled onto her back, with her head still facing the window and let her other hand caress her stomach through the sheer material.
I felt almost like I was standing outside her bedroom window watching her have a dirty fantasy in bed. Her hand made slow circles on her stomach inching higher and higher until she reached the bottom of her breast. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
She started sliding the lollipop in and out of her mouth slowly while she caressed her nipple and moaned. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing dick. When she only took the tip of the spiral in her mouth, I only stroked the head of my dick, but when she let it slide further into her mouth, I let my strokes go deeper.
She slid up, so the pillow was under her shoulders and her head was tilted back, hanging slightly off the pillow. This position showed off her slender neck and caused her breasts to jut forward. She turned her head so she was facing forward, not toward the window, and slowly slid the lollipop into her mouth, going even deeper than before.
I adjusted my strokes to match her new depth and moaned. If she goes just a little deeper, she could take my whole cock in her mouth! I have only had a woman do that once and she had a hard time keeping herself from gagging when she did it.
Her hand pulled the top of the nightie aside exposing her breast so she could stroke, tease, and pinch her nipple while she continued to suck the lollipop and moan. Her eyes were closed and she was rubbing her legs together. I couldn't see from my angle, but I was sure her pussy was wet.
She sat up on her knees and pulled the nightie over her head, tossing it to the side. Now she was only wearing the panties. Now that she was facing me, I could see the panties were wet. She gave the lollipop another long lick and then slid it up between her breasts. She leaned forward and gave the tip of it a little kiss as she looked at her reflection in the glass. I pretended she was looking at me. She slid it back down between her tits, toward her stomach, and then back up again but this time she wrapped her lips around the end when it reached her mouth. She was titty fucking herself with a fucking lollipop! Oh how I wished that was my dick!
She slid the lollipop back up and held it with her mouth while she used both hands to squeeze her breasts together, holding the lollipop in place, then she began bobbing her mouth up and down on the tip of the spiral. She was rolling her nipples and sucking the end and I was moaning and stoking right along with her. Holy shit! I needed a blowjob like that!
She stood up and turned her back to me and shook her little ass. I smiled. Apparently she liked the ruffles on the panties. She spread her legs and bent all the way forward, so she could look at the reflection of her pussy in the window. She reached up and started to make small circles over her clit through the material and hissed. I licked my lips knowing just how sensitive that little spot is and just how easy it would be to make her scream for more.
She stood back up and pulled the panties off, kicking them to the side. She then dropped to her knees, facing me, with her legs apart. She was directly in front of the window. I turned on my microphone but said nothing as I stood up and walked so I was standing directly in front of her. I saw her glance at the red light and smile. Just as if she knew my exact location, she reached up and put the hand holding the lollipop on the glass and positioned it just where my cock would be if I was standing in the room in front of her.
She looked up, almost directly into my eyes and kissed the tip before swirling her tongue out around it and taking it in her mouth. She kept the lollipop firmly in place with her left hand while her right slid down between her legs and started stroking her pussy. She sucked and licked going deeper and deeper. I stood there in front of her matching my strokes with her lips.
She started going faster and moaning. I could see the fingers dipping in and teasing her clit. They were glistening with her moisture. She started going even deeper. Now she was going deep enough that she could take me all the way into her mouth. "That's it, Izzy suck my cock! Take it all, just like that!" I said through clenched teeth as I stroked harder and faster. I could feel my orgasm building. "Are you going to swallow for me baby, or do you want me to shoot it all over those beautiful tits?"
Her fingers were moving frantically and I could see her body tensing. She slid the lollipop out of her mouth and said, "I want you to shoot it down my throat, Shy Boy!" then she slid all the way back down on it and started sucking it feverishly. She was moaning and every now and then I could hear the slurping as she bobbed up and down. I couldn't hold back anymore. I screamed out as I shot cum all over the glass. She held the lollipop firmly in her mouth until I was done then pulled it out, licked her lips and finished herself off. It was beautiful! She was beautiful! Damn I need more of that!
Friday found me back in the library during my conference time. Bella was helping a student when I came in. She looked up at me and smiled. "I'll be right with you, Mr. Cullen." She looked tired.
When she was finished with the student, she waved me over. "Bella, why do you always call me Mr. Cullen? I know the teachers do that in front of the students, but you do that even when there are no students around. I've heard you call Jasper by his name, why don't you ever call me Edward?"
She blushed a cute shade of pink and said, "Ok, I'll call you Edward from now on."
We were only able to talk for a few minutes before she was bombarded with students. I left her alone so she could work and wandered back to my classroom feeling… bored… and maybe a little lonely. I contemplated going to see if Jasper was busy, since he has conference at the same time I do, but he wasn't the person I felt like talking to.
I had just pulled out some assignments and started grading them when I heard a knock at the door. I looked up and saw Bella smiling at me. I smiled so big my cheeks hurt. "Bella! Come in!"
She walked in wearing a grey skirt and a thick school sweatshirt that she probably could have fit two more people in. "Hi, Edward! One of my parent volunteers showed up, so I was able to sneak out for a minute. I thought I would come thaw out." She walked over so she was standing directly under the warm air flowing through the vent.
"You are welcome to it. We wouldn't want to see you freezing solid in the library now would we?" I teased.
"Mmmm, it feels good…" the big guy perked up a little. Down boy! There is nothing to see here. "You don't appreciate the heat until you have to go without it for a while." She said turning her face to the warm air and closing her eyes.
"I know what you mean. I miss the breeze. In college, in Chicago, Jasper and I rented an apartment that had huge windows. In the spring and summer, I would open the windows in my bedroom so I could feel the cool breeze while I slept. Here, there are so many trees, you don't get much breeze and my bedroom window doesn't get any of it."
She blushed and then smiled. She looked like she was going to say something, then she stopped herself. I could see the words dying to come out then she would blush and say nothing.
"What? I can see you want to say something," I said trying to encourage her. "Just say it. If you don't say it, I am going to think it's something really bad." I pretended to pout.
She giggled at my pathetic attempt. She took a deep breath and said, "I know where the breeze is but it's too cold to go there right now. When I was a kid, I used to hike up there so I could take a nap."
"You would hike somewhere for a nap?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, I needed a place to get away from things. One day, I went out hiking, to let off some steam, and I stumbled across this meadow. It was beautiful. It's high enough up the mountain that you can get some sun and it usually has a cool breeze in the summer. It is a good place to stretch out on a blanket and take a nap. Maybe sometime this summer, if you are around, I will take you there."
"I would love that! Thank you, Bella."
The bell rang, so she had to head back to the library. I stood in the hallway and watched her walk away, as my students started piling into my classroom. Why does the idea of taking a nap with Bella make me smile like this?
A/N – Happy Tuesday everyone! I hope you are all ready for the New Year. I know I am! My New Years wish for you all is that next year be better than the last.
Thank you to Vicki (NoWayWithWords) for being my diligent Beta. Her constant support, and threat of bodily harm if I didn't finish the story, is the true reason this has been posted. Without her, this would be just another thing I typed but didn't show anyone.
A special Thanks to all of the people that are following the story and sending responses. There are now 327 people following this story and 130 reviews. The thought alone gives me goose bumps! Pervs of the world unite!! (What ever!) Like anyone could handle all of us in one location anyway! He-he-he!
Have a great week! See you next Tuesday!
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