Disclaimer: Versions of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer in another time and place. I am making them have lesbian sex with each other.

AN: Just in case some of you were wondering I have a few other femslash stories on my profile. Naughty and Nice which i wrote with erica, Lost then Found, and Me and Mrs. McCarty, a collabo with Em and my story So Obvious is just busting with girl sex. Just in case you were wondering.

my forum thread is seriously just a grounds for lesbian porn now. its extremely entertaining. do check it out.

thanks and such to erica, irene, aiden, steph and flor. enjoy the leah.

Chapter 7: CRAZY FOR YOU

...every time i'm meant to be acting sensible, you drift into my head and turn me into a crumbling fool...

I woke up with a smile on my face. I was alone, but still there was no way I could not smile. My night with Leah had been perfect, better than I had imagined it would be. Everything I had done with Alice and Rose was excellent. They were fantastic lovers, but the way Leah touched me sealed the rightness of my decision. I needed to be here with the three of them. It was right for me to be loved by all three of them.

Rose had gone into school a few hours before me and of course Leah was already on set, so I had the kitchen to myself to recreate the previous night in my head. No one was around to catch me blushing wildly or giggling to myself. No one could tease me about the aftershocks of pleasure that shook me visibly every moment I thought of the way things had gone with Leah.

We were out on the porch for a long time. She fucked me until I could barely stand. I had no idea how many times I came, but every orgasm was better than the one before. When it was over, Leah turned me around and held me close, the toy still pressed between us. My wetness covered the dildo, the base of the harness and Leah's jeans. She didn't seem to mind.

"You think you can sleep now?" she asked, laughing softly.

"Yeah, I think I'm pretty worn out. Thank you," I replied, unable to contain a drowsy grin.

"Good." She kissed me twice, once on my cheek and then on my forehead, before sending me back to bed. I'd considered joining her in her room, to return the favor, so to speak, but she looked like she was ready to pass out, so I didn't protest when we went our separate ways. There would be plenty of time to show her my many talents.

Before I fell asleep, snuggled back up with Rosalie, I'd decided I wasn't going to tell her and Alice that Leah and I had finally slept together. What had happened between us was no secret, but I liked that it had just been the two of us. There was no need to brag about it, or even bring it up. Alice and Rose would see that things between us had changed soon enough.

I took a long shower and picked a nice casual outfit to wear to school, my lilac peasant skirt, a white tank and my light green shrug. My tan flip-flops rounded out the look that said "hip yet responsible". I ate a quick breakfast of fruit salad, still blushing over the bowl, then headed out toward Loyola High School.

The day wouldn't be too bad. I had three meetings to attend and then I would get to work on my classroom. As I drove to the school I realized that I was actually excited to get started. Everything with the girls was going so well now, but this was the real reason I came to Los Angeles. Starting at a new school was always an experience, but I had enjoyed some of the relationships I'd had with the other members of the faculty at my last school and I was anxious to get to know a whole new group of new faces.

I pulled into the staff parking lot, parking a few spots away from an enormously outfitted Jeep Wrangler. I imagined the owner was some hippie history teacher who spent his weekends getting high and surfing. How soon I would find out.

I grabbed my things, pushed all thoughts of Leah's hands and their magical affect on my nipples to the back of my mind and headed inside.

The hallways were marked with signs pointing towards the auditorium, the spot for our first meeting. There were a few teachers milling around the halls, talking about their summers, wisecracking about some students. I smiled politely and nodded to the ones who saw me.

I rounded the last corner, glancing at my blackberry only to be greeted by another brick wall. I slammed right into what turned out to be a human being and started my oh-so graceful descent to the floor.

"Holy shit! Sorry." A strong arm caught me before I hit the linoleum. I shook my head trying to get myself together while the man set me back upright.

"Oh. It's okay. Don't worry about it." I looked up to see the most massive person I'd seen in my entire life. He was CUTE and - enormous. A head of curly dark hair was accompanied by the most angelic, dimpled face. It was weird that such a baby faced guy looked like he bench pressed cars for kicks. He was solid muscle. It was no wonder it couldn't walk through him.

"You sure you're okay?" he smiled down at me. The dimples became even more intense. He was so adorable.

"Yeah. I promise. I should have been watching where I was going," I assured him.

"Well at least mowing you over gives me a chance to introduce myself. Emmett Cullen. Head Football Coach."

Well that makes sense, I thought.

I took his huge extended hand. "Bella Swan. Ninth Grade English."

"Oh. Cool. You'll be in my pod. I teach Elementary French," He added.

"You just said-"

"Well I do both. The Football thing is easier for people to comprehend," he laughed.

The teachers I'd seen down the hall walked passed us through the auditorium's double doors. I wanted to keep talking to Emmett, but I also wanted to get a good seat. "Yeah, makes sense," I replied.

"Come on. Don't want to be stuck up front." He nodded towards the door. I followed him towards the rear of the auditorium where two other male teachers sat. "So you're new to Loyola?"

"New to L.A. too," I added.

"Oh okay. – Fellas." He greeted a tall blond guy who was also drop dead gorgeous, but no where near Emmett's size. The sleeves on his light blue polo, the exact color of his light blue eyes, were rolled up to his elbows. His thick, long blond hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. I fingered him for my hippie surfer. The other guy was incredibly scrawny with dark hair and glasses, but he had a kind face. "This is Bella Swan. Nine English. Bella – Jasper Whitlock, Nine History. And Ben Cheney Algebra and Pre-Calc." They both stood and shook my hand.

"Hi," I said bashfully. I wasn't expecting to meet the boys club first.

"Nice to meet ya, Bella," Jasper crooned. His voice was hot enough to melt butter, deep and smooth with a slight hint of a Southern accent. I was silently grateful that I was really committed to the girls. I would have been dubbed 'Faculty Ho' if my hormones acted on instinct around Jasper and Emmett.

Ben shook my hand bashfully and sat back down. I took my seat between Emmett and Jasper and placed my things carefully in my lap.

"Bella's the new kid. Just about ran her over in the hallway," Emmett said.

"You have to excuse him. I think he's still growing into that body of his," Jasper teased. I laughed, looking towards the front of the room.

"Ha. Ha." Emmett whispered.

The principal, Mr. Banner had just walked on to the stage. I'd only seen him once, back in May when I came for my final interview. He seemed pretty nice and very committed to the students and not his reputation, something I really respected.

Just as Mr. Banner launched into his announcements, my phone vibrated. I could feel myself flush as I scrambled to muffle the sound.

"Shame on you, Miss Swan. No phones in assembly," Emmett whispered nudging my shoulder. I ducked my head, trying not to laugh. I was really started to like him.

I waited a few minutes before checking my phone. It was a text from Alice. On the sly I opened it. Big mistake. I gasped aloud when I saw what she had sent me. I looked up to see Jasper, Emmett and Ben all staring at me. I flipped my phone over, covering the naked picture Alice had taken of herself.

"Sorry," I mouthed. They all snickered before turning their attention back to the stage. I quickly opened a new text and sent her a message back.

Three other teachers almost saw your goodies. You are a very bad girl.

After I hit send, I looked up to see Emmett smirking at me. Shit. I had a feeling he wasn't going to let this texting incident go. It didn't help that she text me right back.

I miss your pussy. And I thought you liked it when I was bad.

I squirmed a little in my seat then quickly silenced my phone. Completely wet, I forced myself to focus on the rest of the meeting.

All of the new teachers, including myself, were introduced. Mr. Banner told us about new programs they had set up for the year and several other teachers came up to make other announcements. When a younger female teacher took the stage, Ben immediately perked up.

As she spoke you could tell she was painfully shy. "Um, hello everyone. This fall's production will be Romeo and Juliet. We will be having auditions next week here in the auditorium. Thank you."

"That's Ben's girl, Angela," Emmett whispered in my ear as she quickly scurried off the stage.

Interesting, I thought. A drama teacher with stage freight.

The rest of the assembly went by pretty quickly. Afterwards I followed the guys to library where we were having our pod meeting. All of the ninth grade teachers worked together with their curriculum and in an effort to band together against the problem students and obnoxious parents.

On the way Emmett confirmed my previous suspicions. "Who was blowing up your phone there, Swan?"

"Leave the girl alone," Jasper interjected.

"Sorry. I gotta know. You turned purple, it had to be good."

"Oh it was just my – " I stopped, not really knowing how to finish that sentence.

"You're what?" he pressed mockingly. I was an awful liar, but I knew this was the opportunity to silence any future speculation.

"My girlfriend." I feel my face turning red as we took our seats at one of the large round tables in the library.

"Your girlfriend, girlfriend or your gal pal?" Emmett asked. I took a deep breath and bit the bullet.

"My girlfriend, girlfriend." I nodded.

"Oh, so you play for Team Whitlock," he barked punching Jasper in the arm. My head whipped in Jasper's direction. My gaydar must have been all sorts of broken. Nothing about Jasper said homosexual to me, Calvin Klein model yes, but he oozed this quiet masculinity that would have anyone thinking he was beating women off with a stick.

"Cullen, shut up." Jasper blushed.

"Jasper you're - " I gaped.

"Oh yes. Jasper here's gayer than a three dollar bill."

"Thank you for putting it so eloquently, Dickhead. Bella, there are a two other gay teachers on the faculty. None of us really broadcast it, like this ass would have you believe, but Mr. Banner and the school board are all very supportive," Jasper told me.

"Well that's good to know," I replied, glad to have that out of the way. I knew I could leave it to Emmett to confirm or deny any rumors about me from here on out.

Once we were settled, we were joined by one more teacher, James Morgan, Biology. Him, I did not like. Emmett gave him a short introduction where he proceeded to hold our handshake a few moments too long. Then we started talking about the quarter. The whole time I could feel James staring at me. It was making me insanely uncomfortable, but I tried to focus.

At noon we broke for a catered lunch in the cafeteria. James took the walk to the lunch room as his chance to make his move. Jasper and Ben had walked ahead to catch Angela, leaving me waiting for Emmett outside the library while he finished up a conversation with one of the other French teachers. I saw Emmett heading my way, so I started walking down the hall. I wasn't even thinking about James. In truth my mind was on Alice and that picture and of course Leah. I was thinking about texting her to see how her day was going.

Just then James sidled between Emmett and I, draping his arm over me. I tried to shrug it off, but he didn't budge.

"So I see there's no ring," he nodded toward my empty finger.

"James, back off. She's not interested," Emmett said. I noted that he was a little scary when he got mad.

"Oh you wanna play a little game of 'I Saw Her First', Cullen? I didn't really take you for the possessive type –"

"No," I interrupted giving him a final shove. It actually worked that time. "But my girlfriend is."

"Oh," James said shrinking back. But just when I was about to internally celebrate my emotional castration of the perv, he perked up. "I'm still looking forward to getting to know you better."

"Morgan. Seriously. Fuck off," Emmett said. James laughed and shuffled off down the hall. "Sorry. He's good with the kids, so we're kinda stuck with him, but let me know if he messes with you. I've been looking for a reason to accidentally cripple him for a while." We both laughed, joining the buffet line.

Lunch was fun. Angela sat with us. She wasn't as shy as I thought. "Banner didn't tell me I had to make an announcement. He just called me up on stage. I didn't have anything prepared. No one cares about the play anyway."

"That's not true, Honey." Ben said sweetly.

"Yeah, well we'll see if I can actually get some help this year," she huffed.

"I can help you," I volunteered. Emmett gave me an approving wink. "I've read the play a million times and I was the understudy for Juliet twice. Just let me know what you need." I knew how much it sucked trying to organize activities for teenagers with no assistance.

"Thanks Bella, you're a life saver." We talked some more about the play and how Angela really just needed some extra eyes on the kids during auditions and rehearsals. Stupidly during a lull in the conversation I checked my phone. Ten text messages from Alice and Rose. My heart sank a little. None from –

"Bella, what's your girlfriend's name?" Emmett asked.

"Emmett, leave the girl alone about it," Jasper chided.

"It's okay Jasper, really. I have a feeling he's not going to let it go. Besides, after you can tell me about the man or men in your life," I teased.

"There's nothing to tell. He's been boning my brother, Edward, for like six years."

"Thanks Em," Jasper shook his head laughing.

"No problem. So—"

"My girlfriend?" He nodded. "I uh –" I had no idea why I was stalling. I knew what to say, but the words weren't coming out. Finally I coughed up a name. "My girlfriend's name is Leah." I could feel my mouth hanging open. Shit. Wrong name.

It's okay. Things are better now. Just talk to her tonight, I reminded myself.

"That's a pretty name," Angela smiled.

"Are these hers? DAMN SWAN!" I turned to Emmett, HORRIFIED to see he had my blackberry in his hand and he was now tilting it towards Jasper. "Nice rack."

"Emmett, gimme that," I almost shrieked. I saw the humor in the situation, but I wasn't sure Alice wanted her tits on display – at my school. I snatched the phone back, glad at least that he found a picture of just her breasts and not her face.

Thankfully that was my last embarrassing moment of the day. My meeting with the English Department was long and boring. When it was over I was too bored and tired to deal with my classroom. I had the rest of the week.

I ran into Emmett and Jasper on my way out. They carpooled together – in Emmett's monster Jeep. We swapped numbers and promised to actually hang out soon. I really did like them and it was cool to have another gay buddy to talk to.

Rose was waiting for me when I got home. As we jogged I told her about my day and about the boys. She was glad that I was happy with my "pod" and she agreed that we should get together with Jasper and his boyfriend Edward soon. But first I had to think of how to explain who my girlfriend Leah was. There were some pretty noticeable differences between her and Alice's breasts.

I didn't tell Rose about my little slip. I had to talk to Leah first.

The night was the same as the others. After we showered I sat with Rose while she went over an assignment she was handing out the next day. We had dinner and then had extremely slow and sensual sex on the living room floor. No toys involved, just a lot of kissing and a lot of naked touching.

A little after midnight I woke up in Rose's bed. We'd left her bedroom door open and again I could hear the TV going downstairs. It would be the weekend before I got a chance to talk to Leah, so really it was now or never. I slipped downstairs. She was out on the porch again, probably eating the rest of the fried chicken I'd left for her in the fridge. This time I waited, sitting on the bottom of the stairs. I wanted to give her some space, but I did want to catch her before she went to bed.

After a long time she came back into the house, closed the porch door behind her and shut off the TV. I knew she'd seen me, but she didn't say anything. Not that I was surprising. She went into the kitchen and washed her dishes and then she came towards the stairs

"Hi," I whispered.

"Hey. Excuse me." She was trying to get by. Her eyes avoided my gaze. Something was up.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just trying to get upstairs. Like I said, excuse me." I didn't know Leah's real range of emotions, but I wanted her to know that whatever was bothering her, I was here and I wanted to listen. And I did have some things to say that could not wait til Sunday. I stood to let her pass, but when she started up the stairs, I touched her hand.

"I was hoping we could talk actually," I said quietly.

"About what?" she sighed, still not looking about me.

Again I didn't really think before I spoke. "About us." I sounded kind of needy.

"B. Listen, I'm really fucking tired, but if we have to do this right now, I'll make it simple. There is no US. You'd been eye fucking me for a week so I gave you what you wanted. That's it. Now if you'll excuse me." I dropped my hand, my head snapping back.

"Wait – what –"

"Man, you're slow. Didn't you notice I kept ALL of my clothes on?" She was looking at me now and she was legitimately irritated.

"But you came to me –"

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked, her voice sharp and cold.

"Yeah – but –"

"There's no but. You got fucked. You liked it. Now you won't be wondering. I have to be up in four hours – so for the last time. Excuse. Me."

I stood there, frozen while she walked to her room, closing the door tightly behind her. After a few moments I closed my eyes and blinked.

What the fuck had just happened.

yeah. leah is that big of a bitch. WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!

Loyola High School has a gorgeous campus, but I'm 99% sure its an all boys Christian School. i hope they dont mind me borrowing the name.

Again Erica and I try out best, but if you see typos please do tell us. IM NOT PERFECT... i just have perfect lips. :)