Forbidden Flirtation


Chapter 2: Not Right


SONG QUOTE: "Just so you know, this feeling's taking control of me, and I can't help it." -Jesse McCartney, 'Just So You Know'


I pulled into the school parking lot and saw Jasper leaning against the side of the school's English building as if he was waiting for someone. Probably you, my mind told me. I sighed, gathering up my belongings, and despite my better judgment, made my way over to him.

"Hello, Jasper. What are you doing out here in the cold all alone?" I asked.

He was looking down. "Waiting for you." I thought so. "I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have kept you so long." He placed his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it slightly, removing my laptop bag.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to help you carry your things in." His soft smile ignited the fire inside of me, and I begged the blush to stay away.

"That's very nice of you. Thanks."

We walked down the short hall together in sync and in silence. I unlocked my door, fumbling with the keys due to the heavy gaze I felt on my face. When it finally opened, I internally cheered because now he would have to leave and stop making me flush.

"Miss Swan…" He had set down my things and was standing next to me. His hand fluttered up to my hair, and he pushed a loose strand behind my ear, leaving his hand on my cheek. "You're a beautiful woman."

"I…I think you should leave," I stuttered. Good job, Bella.

He nodded, letting both his hand and affectionate expression drop. "Yeah, right. Sorry." He ran out of my class, out of the building, and I could see him running across the campus because of my window.

My fingers touched the spot where his skin was on mine, and I smiled widely. My cheek was still warm, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Why did he have to be so sweet? My joy soon turned to anger as I realized what had just happened. I was wanting him to touch me. I was wanting to feel his fucking lips on mine. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my first period filed in. I was so confused, so abashed. I needed to go to the bathroom and cleanse my face. I told my class I'd be right back, and I walked swiftly down the hall. God, Bella. A student? You wanted a fucking student to make physical contact like that with you? You cougar. You're fucking demented. I splashed cool water on my face and stood looking into the mirror. I shook my head, as if to forget everything that happened in the last fifteen minutes, and headed back to class.

The first five periods of the day passed by surprisingly fast, and I had all but forgotten the little exchange between a certain student and I this morning. Suddenly, everything came back as he walked into the room unusually quiet. He gazed at me for a long moment as he sat in the back desk, and I returned it, looking deeply into his blue eyes. I forced myself to break away, and I began calling people up to my desk to get their graded papers. I held all of Jasper's work until the end of class, wanting to talk to him about what happened seven hours before. Bringgg. The bell ended the school day, and my class filed out. Well, everyone except him.

"Jasper, we need to talk," I told him.

"Oh, shit. I bombed a test or something, didn't I?" He asked as he came to stand in front of me.

I sat down in one of the student desks and motioned for him to sit in the one next to me, which he did. "This isn't about tests or school. You…You need to stop touching me the way you do, and talking to me the way you do, and…looking at me the way you do."

"I can't help it if I like you, Miss Swan," he stated, actually telling me of his crush for the first time, though I suspected it was just a joke once again.

"No, you like the thrill of fucking your teacher."

His face took on an expression of disbelief. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, I do. I'm sure you go back and tell all of your friends how you got me to blush or some shit." He stood up and headed towards the front of the building. I grabbed my things and caught up with him. "I'm right, aren't I?"

He stopped abruptly. "No, you're not right. You can believe whatever you want to fucking believe, but I haven't told anyone about what happens between us." He ran outside and hopped on his bike, revving the motor and speeding off down the street.

I stood there, completely astonished. I sat down on the steps for a minute, thinking about how defensive he got. Maybe he really likes you. Maybe he was telling the truth and kept all of it secret. Maybe you like him, too…NO, BELLA! He's a kid! I jogged to my car, getting in and pulling out of the empty parking lot.

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Fuck, I'm pathetic, I thought as I slid the vibrator up and down my slit, knowing I'd be done quickly because I had been deprived of pleasure for a few weeks at least. I closed my eyes, and as soon as I did, a blonde-haired angel appeared in my vision. I rubbed my nipples with my other hand, imagining that it was Jasper's large fingers and teeth doing the work. I held the vibrator over my clit and thought of my god-like student rubbing his cock against my throbbing pussy. I gasped at the sensation and idea of fucking a 17 year old, then slid the vibrator into my hole, thinking only of Jasper's long dick filling me to the hilt. It was my undoing, and I audibly screamed out my young pupil's name, falling asleep shortly thereafter.


A/N: It's kind of a weird place for the last paragraph, but I felt I needed to express that she was both sexually frustrated and thinking of Jasper in an inappropriate and sexual way. (: REVIEW!