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Chapter Five

When Isabella awoke on Tuesday morning she remembered exactly what she'd dreamt of that night. And to say she was embarrassed would be an understatement.

Not only had she'd dreamt of Jacob Black, but she'd dreamt of having sex with him. And to her absolute horror, it had been better than any sex she'd ever had in the real world. Of course she'd had a few sexual encounters throughout her life. Two to be exact. The first had been with her high school sweetheart Adam Allegretta. It had been an awkward jumble of limbs and not quite knowing what to say, and when it had finally been over, there had just been one long sequence of awkward silence. Not surprisingly, they had broken up not long after that.

The second person she'd had sex with was a boy she'd befriended in college. He was a sweet kid named Liam Kendall, and it had been much better than the first time. Liam had had many more partners than she had, or so he'd said, and while she had exactly... reached orgasm... it hadn't been completely terrible for her. He'd at least had the decency to give her oral on another "sleepover" they'd had... Although it hadn't been very adept... More like a general sweeping of his tongue and maybe a few sharp pokes with the tip of it.

Either way, neither of those experiences had left her with the same burning, aching, wanton feeling that raced through her veins like a drug. She couldn't even think about her dream without feeling as though she was about to combust with sexual frustration.

Every part of it had seemed so incredibly real. His skin had burned under her touch, and his lips had marked a trail along her body that she could still remember, even in her waking hours. His deep, oil spot eyes had penetrated her very soul as his large hands grasped her safely in his arms. The muscles under his skin bunched and coiled, just as the spring did within her abdomen. His words spoke in a husky voice as pure lust flowed into her ears and drove her closer to the climax she was seeking. And then just as his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her shoulder, her body arching into the firm lines of his own and her insides were coiled so tightly like a spring, her alarm clock had sounded, unwelcome and blaring in her ear.

Her eyes snapped open and she found herself, not under the russet colored, incredibly muscled body of her student Jacob Black, but rather in her bed of her shabby apartment, all alone.

All alone, and completely embarrassed. She had gone for so long without having sex that her subconscious had grabbed at the chance to torture her with the most attractive man... boy... that she'd seen in awhile. And that boy happened to be one that she'd have to look at all day today... and every other weekday for the rest of the school year.

Isabella groaned angrily at how her own mind was betraying her. She rolled out of her bed and stormed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once she had gotten dressed into yet another pencil skirt, this time in a charcoal gray color and a modest aqua colored button down shirt as well as a pair of gray flats. She barely did anything with her hair and only stopped in the kitchen to get a travel mug filled with coffee before walking out the front door.

For the entirety of her trip to the reservation she'd had the radio turned up loud as she sang along to the music. She would stop at nothing to try and distract her mind from mulling over the details of the dream she'd had last night. But she could not shake the unmistakable blazing heat that spread up her spine every time she thought of Jacob Black.

After arriving at the school she realized just how early she was, but she didn't care. She'd do some cleaning up around the room perhaps, get her mind off of things. The halls were quiet as she walked towards her classroom. She took in the emptiness of it, but quickly found her eyes draw to the desk where... No! Isabella stopped herself mid-thought. She sincerely hoped that her entire day would not be like this. A constant scolding on her mind for betraying her vow not to think of any of her students in a sexual way.

Isabella sighed and brought out her worn out copy of The Scarlet letter and her folder of lesson plans. She'd hoped to go over some vocabulary words, but maybe if-

"Hello?" asked a deep voice from behind her. Her breath stopped, as she froze. That voice. The voice that had whispered unspeakable things against her skin in her dream world. The voice that soothed her nerves and ignited a fire within her core. Isabella still didn't turn around, but she felt him walk up behind her. It was like a radar. She could feel his body heat from where he stood, her whole body quivered with the need to lean into it. She even swore to herself that she could hear his heartbeat.

"Are you okay?" he asked her again, and for a moment she lost complete control of her body. Her eyes closed as she melted into the sound of his voice. Her head felt devoid of oxygen and she gripped the edge of the desk in front of her as she swayed on her feet. And that was when it happened.

She felt Jacob Black's hands grasp her arm and settle on her waist to steady her. But so much more happened in that moment than just him steadying her.

Isabella's entire body hummed at the burning touch of Jacob's hands finally on her body. Every memory of her dream from that night flashed through her mind, and her breath left her lungs in a soft strangled sound, more closely related to a moan than Isabella was willing to admit. She heard Jacob's breathing come in a ragged inhale, as his hands tightened on her arm and waist, though not in a painful way. She wanted him to hold her tighter. To pull him against her, and never let go. She wanted him to take her... She wanted...

"Isabella? Are you alright?" Jacob whispered into her ear and she was suddenly pulled back into her body aggressively. She was slammed back into the moment and consequently ripped herself away from Jacob as fast as she could. He let her go immediately and she whipped around to stare at him with wild eyes. His eyes met her own, burning with lust as they roamed over her face and she had to physically control her body from running back into his arms.

They didn't speak. There were no words that could be said to possibly recover from what had just happened. For Isabella it was because she couldn't bring herself to admit that she had loved every second. Her breathing would not slow down as she continued to gaze at Jacob's handsome face. And he was very handsome. That was something she could not ignore.

"Good morning, Ms. Swan!" came a chipper voice that surprised both Isabella and Jacob and interrupted their stare down. Isabella looked at the girl Amanda that had just walked in. She was sure that she looked like a deer caught in the headlights and Amanda looked at her curiously.

"Oh, good morning, Amanda," Isabella finally said, realizing that she'd stared at the poor girl for longer than was socially acceptable. Amanda nodded, and continued to her desk, probably wondered why her teacher was acting like a complete idiot. Isabella looked back at Jacob, who was still staring at her with an intensity that should have made her uncomfortable, but only made her want to take him back to her apartment.

She suddenly whipped around and snapped her eyes down to her desk, picking up her book and flipping to the marked page. She needed a distraction. She had already broken her number one rule, and she was overstepping so many boundaries that both she had made, and were set down by the school she was employed by. While she completely avoided looking up as the rest of the classroom filled up, she could feel Jacob's eyes watching her. The tell-tale shiver rolled up her spine, but she felt as though his gaze was not strictly sexual... It felt protective. Or perhaps she was so deluded and going completely insane for thinking that a nineteen year old boy would actually care for her. At the most he had kind of fantasy involving a teacher.

Oh God, there was probably a ruler involved in it, Isabella thought with a shiver. She couldn't differentiate whether or not it was a shiver of disgust or a shiver of unadulterated pleasure.

Isabella vaguely heard the rest of the class quiet down after the bell rang, and she began to take attendance. When she got to Jacob's name she stared at the name and paused.

"Jacob Black," she murmured, her voice almost betraying the sigh that she wanted to release as his name spilled over her lips.

"Present," came the reply, and Isabella felt her body burst into flame as she could almost feel the timbre of his voice. It was a voice of pure sex. There was no other way to describe it.

She heard another male voice murmur something, and a noise that sounded like a low rumbling. Like a growl. She looked up from her paper to see that Jacob was now glaring at Embry, who looked very nervous now.

"Is there a problem, boys?" Isabella asked while planting a hand on her hip. She kept her eyes on Embry, determined not to get ensnared in Jacob's deep gaze once again.

"No, Ms. Swan," Embry said, looking at her quickly.

"Good," she nodded and then continued on with the attendance.

Soon after she found herself struggling to teach her first period class. Twice she'd tried stuttering her way through reading a few pages of The Scarlet Letter. After the second time she'd given up and told the kids to just read and take notes on a chapter about grammar in their textbooks.

She sat behind her desk and began to grade more work from her students, ever aware of the burning feeling that flowed through her like lava. She felt as though she had been doused in gasoline and lit with a match. Said match would have been Mr. Jacob Black's touch.

The hour seemed to drag on agonizingly slow. She constantly peeked up at clock above the door of her classroom only to find that after what had felt like half an hour had actually only been five minutes. She tried singing some different catchy pop songs in her head. She tried reciting some of her favorite poetry. She tried to remember the recipes that she had been taught by her grandmother. She tried anything to occupy her mind and keep the thoughts of a Jacob Black out of her head.

And throughout the entire hour, nothing worked.

When the bell finally rang she felt as though a weight had been lifted off of one shoulder, and another had been placed on the opposite. She was glad that she might be able to actually concentrate on teaching her next class, but the disappointment that she would not see Jacob for the rest of the day was both disturbing and heavy in her mind.

"No homework tonight," she called out as a last minute thought and heard the relieved sigh of many of her students. Perhaps she had been working them too hard with the amount of work she'd given out. Her eyebrows pulled together as she thought of how many kids would eventually give up on trying to finish her work by the end of the year but the familiar heat signature of Jacob Black drawing closer made her look up.

His gaze had calmed down noticeably and he looked almost concerned about her. As if he'd heard her troubling thoughts. Isabella didn't quite know what to say to him, considering that they had shared, probably the most erotic moment of her life this morning and they hadn't even done anything.

"Is everything-"

"I'm fine, Jacob. You should get to your second class," Isabella cut him off abruptly as she stood from her chair, straightened out her shirt and began to write notes on the blackboard. She had gripped the chalk so hard that it had snapped, and she could feel his eyes still trained on her.

"Have a nice day, Isabella," he murmured in a soft caring voice as his heat signature drifted further away with the sound of his footsteps. Isabella had to steady herself against the blackboard as the weight of Jacob finally being gone settled on her shoulders. She didn't even have enough energy to be upset over him using her first name, something she would have to speak with him about eventually. But honestly she had never felt more at ease than when she had heard her name roll over his full lips. A small throbbing ache suddenly appeared in her chest again and she groaned at the thought of catching another cold. If she was sick then she wouldn't have any willpower to focus on fixing whatever had happened between her and her student.

Even if deep down she truly didn't want to fix things, but rather take them further.

Jacob has finally reappeared! I'm sure you're all relieved! ;) Leave me your thoughts if you care to! Thanks for reading!