A/N: Chap.11

Hi again to my lovely readers…Thanks to Susie my coach….This chapter is especially dedicated to Soul, Tiss and Mouse…A special hello to my you tube and twitter friends…I love you girls…

The characters belong to S.M…but in this story Edward and Bella are mine…so is Robert…

If a door is locked and you don't have the key…just find another way to open it.

France xxx

MY ALL

SEXUAL TENSION chap.11

BELLA

OH! Good, the bastard had already gone to school. I was peeping through the French-glassed doors and saw that the deep blue Porsche was not in the driveway. No way was he going to follow me this morning. My God….he was leaving early…maybe he was meeting someone…maybe it was a girl… hey…hey…Swan…none of your fucking business…you hate him…remember ….oh…dammit…can you just leave me the fuck alone…

I chose a short black tight straight skirt, an azure blue short-sleeved blouse, black nylon stockings, my four-inch high-heeled black suede stilettos and my demi-cup black lace bra and matching bikini panties.

I brushed my hair, leaving them naturally waving on my shoulders, put some make-up and gloss on my lips. I fixed my tiffany necklace and the matching earrings, and I was ready to go.

I decided to eat breakfast at the cafeteria at school. I picked up my cell, my purse, my schoolbag, my keys and my black channel vest and went out of the condo. It was raining this morning, a fine drizzle, so I ran to my van, not wanting to get my hair wet.

I was on the road way ahead of time before the classes were to begin. I put a CD of Katie Melua and drove to the college. The traffic was particularly dense this morning, but I didn't know if it was me, or the fact that people behind their steering wheels were not stressed at all. I was calm and very relaxed. It was 8:15 when I finally arrived to school, parked my van, turned off the engine, took all my things and got out.

I walked straight to the cafeteria, picking up a muffin, cheese and a coffee, paid my bill and went to a table where Jane was already sitting.

We began to talk mostly of the French classes and the homework we had to do and a lot about our personal lives.

Jane told me about how her life was in Australia, how she missed her family and her little brother. I told her about my dad, my mom who died from leukemia few years ago, and my friends, Jessica and Angela. I told her about Robert…my oh-so beautiful sexy pilot friend, and that he was coming Friday for the whole weekend. I loved Jane. She was a very nice woman and already a good friend of mine.

It was now 9:10, time to go to class. We took the elevator to the second floor. We walked to the classroom and took the same seats we were sitting in the previous day.

Quil, Embry, Kristen and Leah were already sitting. We began to chat a bit…everybody seeming to have difficulties translating the text. We had one free period today, so we would make teams to help each other with the translation.

Then Jasper and Edward came in…laughing, and as it seemed to me…enjoying themselves very much…And Jesus Christ…Edward…was he fucking sexy and so gorgeous. He wore a grey tight-fitted long-sleeved t-shirt…moulding his chest…defining his muscles…his broad shoulders…his arms. His black jeans…sculpting his strong muscled thighs and he wore those combats boots…Doc Marten…he was so beautiful…his hair wet and in disarray…his scruffy beard…and the green in his eyes so deep…That guy was sex….that guy meant sex…and he was now staring at me…intensively and with a devilish smile on his lips…Holy Mary…I began to breathe slowly….doing some mental yoga…Fuck….this guy was Mister Sexellence…He was pure perfection on two legs…

I was all pheromones now…my center aching and sending perverse messages to my brain….my grey cells seemingly screaming for sex… and my body sweating, too. I noticed I was biting my lower lip, as I always did when I was nervous or agitated, or on the edge of losing control. I took a sip of coffee and opened my book with the intention of looking as if I was concentrated in reading it…Fuck…I was absolutely stunned by the sexy beast who was now sitting in front of me…I kept fidgeting in my chair, pressing my thighs against each other.

And I felt he was staring at me…I knew it….I felt it…I was so hot. As if he was making love to me…without even touching me. My pulse was between my thighs now…What the hell?...What the fucking hell?...I could feel the swelling of my clit…and my nipples were so hard…I am sure he could see them…through my blouse…..I looked at him…and I saw his eyes…lingering on my breasts…and on my face…and then his eyes staring deeply in my eyes….and I felt that he knew…he knew how he affected me… he knew I was near orgasm…

I stood up quickly and told Quil that I would be back in a few minutes. James was late. It was 9:45, and he was not in class. I ran to the bathroom and took time to wet my face….Jesus Christ…Was it going to be the same every fucking day? ….It was pure torture now…sweet, delicious, sexy, horny torture…I could not go back into class feeling like this. My panties were all wet; my back was all sweat… I felt aroused and ready to get laid right now… I meant….sexually-laid…

It took at least ten minutes to calm down. And then I went back to class. James was in class now, telling that his daughter was sick and that he had to wait for his mom to take care of his kid while he was at school. Then, again, Edward was watching me with the deepness of his green emerald eyes on me as I went back to my place.

And James began his lesson. It was so hard to concentrate, my body all on fire, my center still aching and my mind blurred.

The morning was a total waist for me…in terms of learning something….Absolutely fucking absent-minded.

Then it was time for lunch, and we had a free period after lunch hour. God, those two and a half hours before we returned to class were most-welcomed.

We all decided to stay in….even Edward …to eat at the cafeteria and to pair off into teams after lunch to translate the text.

Edward was sitting at the end of the table. Jesus…lucky he was not in front of me…I had a hard time eating my lunch…not really having an appetite…not for food…my body wanted another kind of food….I meant…Edward Cullen was the kind of food my body was craving for…

After forty-five minutes, we all headed to the library to attack the French text. The library was a large room with tables and desks and laptops on every desk. There were a lot of shelves full of books dealing with an incredible amount of topics. Encyclopaedias, sciences, Arts, Dictionaries, novels, English literatures, French poesies, Spanish, Italian and German books…indeed the library was very well-stocked. Embry Aterea asked me if I could be his partner, which was fine with me. Quil, his brother, paired off with Jane. Kristen Pattinson worked with Leah, and finally, Jasper Whitlock paired off with Edward.

We all began our homework, in almost-silence, whispering to one another. Edward came to our table, handing all of us new editions of English and French dictionaries. While he was giving me mine, he gently touched my hand…and I felt a sudden electric current passing between us as soon as his skin came in contact with mine. I lifted up my head and He was there in front of me, staring at me again… and …My God he winked at me…and smiled with this beautiful smile that made his face light up with the most magnificent radiance …This guy was the sun…I meant…All his face was glowing…and mine was again all blushes and on fire.

I kept repeating myself…It is just physical attraction Bella…As I couldn't deny the sexual tension that filled up the atmosphere when he was near me…Remember Bella…that is just physical….Remember that night at the cocktail….How he treated you?... He is not a good guy…he is a bad guy…Well he doesn't seem that bad to me the inner voice was now saying…maybe you should hear him out, Bella….he seems very nice to me… Maybe you should listen to Angela….she knows what happened and you don't…Give the guy a chance, you stubborn girl…. Okay, shut the fuck up and let me work….I am not here to think about Cullen….I have this text to translate…

Embry drew me out of my reverie, talking a bit too loud.

Embry: "Bella. Conseguiste traducir aquel sentacioso? ''

Bella : '' Si''

Embry :''Esta mierda…no es facil…y algunas palabras…joder…no las entiendo…''

Bella :''Me encanta el frances…es tan romantico….el idioma del amor…

Embry: ''Bella. Did you succeed translating that sentence?"

Bella: "Yes"

Embry:" Shit….It is not easy…and some words…fuck…I don't understand….''

Bella: '' I love French. It is so romantic….the language of love…''

''I am going to help you, Embry…'' switching back to English.

The sentence was 'the most painful thing to deal with is not defeat…it is regret…'

I helped Embry translating the sentence…'La chose la plus douloureuse à expérimenter n'est pas la défaite mais le regret…

And we continued to translate all the text.

There were twenty minutes left before the next class started. So we began to study more verbs and more words. Embry had a hard time with the verbs….luckily it was easier for me.

The bell rang, and it was time to go back to the class.

We all picked up our stuff and headed to the classroom.

The next hour passed fast. The bell rang and it was time to leave the college.

I went downstairs, walked through the exit doors, and then Cullen was under the porch…obviously waiting….I think he was… waiting for me.

''Bye, Bella,'' he said in his most velvety voice.

''Bye, Edward," I added…this time…not so angry…I had to behave as an adult.

''See you tomorrow. Isabella, Have a nice evening.''

''You, too,'' I said….and I walked to my van.

Edward did not follow me to my van. But he was behind me on the road. And I kept checking him in the rear-view mirror all the way…and thinking….

EDWARD

I left the condo very early. This was the second day at school and I had to meet Jasper at Starbuck at 7:45…It was raining outside and the air was crisp.

There were a lot of cars already on the road, but I was not stressed at all….well I was a bit nervous because I would see Isabella again and I hoped it would be better than yesterday.

And I had to follow my mom's advice…'Be nice and cool and don't harass her.'…And I intended to be nice and to avoid putting pressure on her.

I arrived at the college at 7:35, parked the SUV, turned off the engine, took my schoolbag and went out.

Jasper was already in the café and was waiting for me, sipping his coffee. I went to the bar and ordered a muffin and a cappuccino. I went to his table and we began to talk.

I learned a bit more of Jasper's life in England, his family and friends, his interests in Arts.

I told him about my family, my acting life and my new project. And I talked to him about Isabella. He was a discreet guy and I trusted him.

Soon it was time to go back to school. It was raining a bit heavier now, and my hair got wet just at the time I crossed the street and entered the college's doors.

We were on the second floor now. Jasper was telling me how he missed his dog which was the only female love he had in his life, and we walked into the class laughing…Then I saw her…Bella…so….so…beautiful. Her long, brown-mahogany hair falling on her shoulders, her magnificent big brown chocolate eyes dazzling me…her pretty face…all blushes and flushes…I took my seat…my eyes so attracted to her. She was wearing a pale azure tight-fitting short-sleeved blouse…blue was suiting her so well…enhancing the deepness of the brownish color of her eyes…

Isabella was now reading a book….but it seemed to me she was having a hard time concentrating on whatever she was reading. She was fidgeting on her chair, glancing at me and back again at her book. Her cheeks were all red…and she was chewing her bottom lip…Fuck…Seeing her biting her lip like that sent a current of electric shock to my dick…I was now at commando…my balls very nearly to explode…I tried to calm myself….but evidently….I was not the boss here. My cock was sending naughty thoughts to my brain. Every cell in my body were longing for her. We were looking at each other…Her face now deep-crimson and a fine sheet of sweat falling from her forehead to her cheeks. The atmosphere was highly charged with the sexual tension I could clearly feel enveloping both of us.

Then Isabella whispered something into Quil's ear, stood up quickly and went out. I followed her, needing to go to the bathroom. She did not see me, but I saw her…Fuck…she was wearing the most short pencil skirt I ever saw in my own life. Her legs were long and she wore those stilettos…What the fuck? ....She was so sexy…She entered the girl's bathroom, and I went to the men's. I had no time to whack off…my cock wanted a release…but clearly my shaft would have to endure and so would my balls.

I finished my bathroom visit, washed my hands and went back to class. Isabella was not here yet but James was.

Obviously waiting for the two of us. He began to explain why he was late and then Isabella came in, her face still red, and she went back to her seat.

My concentration was not here this morning either. Isabella captivated and fascinated me…I had to talk to myself…The motherfucker in my head very present…My cock straining my jeans…and my eyes wanting to capture hers…which was often…

Then the bell rang for lunch and we all went to the cafeteria. I decided to sit at the far end of the table….wishing that my cock would give me break if I was not too close to Bella.

And I tried to focus my attention on Quil and Jasper. I succeeded. Quil was a heart surgeon and just had a promotion at Ste-Justine's hospital…a children's hospital. As he would work in a French milieu…he had to learn the language. He talked about his brother too, who was a psychologist, and had received an offer to work at Ste-Justine too.

After approximately forty-five minutes, we all went to the library. We paired with each other in teams, me wishing that I could be with Isabella…but remembering my mom's advice, I did not ask her.

I looked on the shelves in the dictionaries' section and took new editions of English and French dictionaries. I handed out the books to every one, purposefully wanting to touch Isabella's hand when I gave her the book. As soon as our skin came in contact I feel an electric wave passing in between us. And again my cock was at commando…

That girl had a very strong powerful effect on me….and on my cock…I went back to my place, heavily-sighing…and again trying to focus on my text…not on Isabella….sexy, beautiful, clever Isabella…

The translation was not that easy. The genders…masculine and feminine….gave us a hard time.

Suddenly I heard Embry speaking to Isabella…Jesus Christ…his mouth was almost brushing against her ear….The bastard…Leave my girl alone…Ha! Ha! Cullen… your girl…she doesn't belong to you…The motherfucker's voice in full force now…

And what….he is speaking Spanish…fucking asshole…and she is answering in Spanish, too…what the hell are they talking about? ....Is he asking her to go out with him…? What the fuck?

I almost wanted to go to their place to see what was going on. I dreamt of punching Embry on the face…his mouth was so near Isabella's ear. But I stayed still…Jasper squeezing my knee…evidently noticing that my fists were clenched and that I was mumbling something incoherent.

Then they switched back to English, their voice lower now. I had to wait until after class to see if they were going somewhere…Ha! Ha! The motherfucker said again…Cullen is jealous…damn bastard…will you play the detective again? ....OH….Fuck you, I thought inwardly.

Then the bell rang. Another hour left before the class was over.

As soon as the bell rang I shoved my stuff in my schoolbag and ran down the stairs. And I waited for Isabella.

Maybe I could address her with a few words….and I wanted to know if fucking Embry was going to take her somewhere…maybe he wanted to pay for her coffee…I didn't know…and I wanted to know.

And then Isabella came through the exit doors….and I talked to her, wishing her a nice evening and she answered me, with no trace of anger in her voice.

And she was alone…No Embry in sight…

Yes….I thought inwardly. I did not follow her. Though it was hard to resist. I was behind her, driving my SUV, and I followed her all the way to the condos…She parked her van in her alley. I parked mine in my driveway. I turned the engine off and went out. When she finally got out of her van, I saw her biting her bottom lip. I gave her a wave and she did the same…Jesus Christ…my heart was pounding so fast…I think I was near a concussion.

This was far better than the previous day….Maybe soon she would give me a chance to explain. I wanted Isabella Swan in my life. And I knew that my life was going to be very different now. Maybe she would accept me as a friend….Maybe….more….

BELLA

I had to talk to Rosalie tonight. I knew that I was strongly sexually-attracted to Edward. I couldn't deny it anymore. I dreamt of holding him down, of ravaging him, of feeling and touching his body. My hands all over him…kissing him, running my fingers into his messy hair, taking his beautiful face in my hands. Just thinking of him, my face was starting to burn again and my heartbeat was accelerating.

But I didn't trust him. His exterior appearance was undoubtedly perfect. What about his interior thoughts? What about his mind, his soul and his heart? That I was not sure at all…Was he a bad or a good guy? Was he the guy I met at the cocktail? Was he a fucking asshole? Or was his bad behaviour due to some events that led him to such misconduct.

I was lost in my train of thoughts. At school, Edward was really nice. I did not talk to him I did after the class, but in the college, I looked at him at lot. And he was cool. He was friendly with everyone and always ready to help.

But then again, was he playing a role? …or was it really him? His fame didn't seem to go to his head. He was not the conceited guy I met at La Santa Fé….

I dialled Rosalie's number and ask her to join me for dinner, which she gladly accepted.

I began to cook Italian pesto noodles, made a Caesar salad and garlic bread.

Forty-five minutes later, everything was done. I poured a glass of red wine and sat on the couch. I began to study some new French words while waiting for Rosalie.

Fifteen minutes later, I heard a slight knock on the door and it was Rosalie. I invited her in, offering her a glass of red wine.

We chatted a bit of my first two days at school, and she talked about her day at work and her students. She truly was in love with her eight-year old 'pumpkins', as she called them, which I found funny because that was the name my dad Charlie used to call me since I was young kid.

I did not know how to tackle the whole Cullen-topic, but Rosalie knew that there was something bugging me.

"What's going on Bella? Is there something wrong at school?''

And I began to tell her about Edward. That he was in my class…That he was living just across the street…she was very surprised…how was I was attracted to him…how he was nice and sweet at school…but how I was doubting his sincerity and clearly not trusting him at all. I told her about Angela and the conversation we had the previous night. Her meeting with Edward and his intentions to find me to make amends.

And she listened to me.

Then she began to talk.

"You know Bella, sometimes we lose control and we misbehave….We all do…I did and I know it must have happened to you, too. I don't know Edward personally….I heard him on interviews on TV and on the internet. From what I saw he looks like a good buddy. He is clever, witty and seemed a very nice and charming person. I don't know how he is with girls in general…As sexy and gorgeous as he is, I know he must be very successful with the womankind. But that doesn't seem to affect him too much. I mean, I know he is very present in magazines and constantly in the spotlights of the media. But he doesn't give himself airs and doesn't give the look of Mister Self-importance look-at-me –I-am- here-famous-Cullen-and- I -don't- give- a- shit.''

"So Bella….I agree with Angela…Maybe you should hear him out. Everybody is entitled to make mistakes…He was very wrong…I don't excuse his behaviour on that night…But if you don't let him explain… How will you know why he acted that way? And you will continue with your doubts… and your if's and maybe's… and your questions. Give him a chance…And if you are not ready…well observe him in class….Impossible that Edward will play a role everyday…He has to be himself from time to time…He can't be an hypocrite and act all the time he is in the class.'' She added, sipping her wine.

"Well okay, Rosalie….I am not sure if I am ready to hear him now….I'll follow your advice though…I am going to observe him….and well, I'll see…as you said….He can't play a role all the time.''

"So Rosie, enough talking about Cullen… Are you hungry darling?''

"I am starving hun and it smells so good."

''Come, Rosalie…Let's eat. Not as good as sex…because when I think of Edward I think about sex…but I think you'll love this kind of food. It's Italian pesto."

And we both begin to laugh.

When Rosalie left I called my dad Charlie. He was missing me a lot and I was missing him, too. He had the intention to come to Montreal in two weeks, which was Thanksgiving Day weekend in Canada. I was impatient to see him and he was, too.

I called Angela and Jessica. Jessica was still dating Jake…and it was very serious now. She was practically living with him and she was so very happy. Angela….well, Angela was Angela….her sexual life …a roller-coaster as usual.

It was not so hard at school for the remainder of the week. I was a bit more concentrated in the French class, but it was not always that easy with Edward around. The sexual tension between the two of us was constantly in the atmosphere surrounding us…I could feel it and I am positive he could feel it, too. I was not the only one blushing, he was, too. And we kept staring at each other…a lot….He was still nice and well-mannered. We even exchanged a few words, and I helped him with some French words he had difficulties in translating from English to French.

Then it was Friday. Robert called me the previous day to tell me he would be at the airport at 5:00 instead of 7:00. American Airlines made a change in the schedule so his flight was leaving earlier.

At 4:00 I left school and drove to the airport. At 4:45, I was in the terminal, waiting for him…Then at 5:10 I saw him…all smile and beautiful…God….Rob in his pilot's uniform…he was so sexy and gorgeous…I forgot about Edward…I almost forgot…about Edward…

EDWARD

It was better in class, though my attraction to Bella was getting worse. I could not stop looking at her. I was obsessed and truly fascinated. She was very clever, and improving a lot in French. Everybody referring to her when we had difficulties… even I did refer to her. She was a quick-learner and was the best student in the class.

Every night I followed her on the way back home….Me…in my SUV…her…in her Chevy van.

And every night I peeped through the window to see if I could catch a glance at her. I saw a girl…the girl who was living next to her condo going to Bella's house…but no man…maybe there was no man in her life…I felt like a damn Peeping-Tom…a fucking stalker…but I could not restrain myself from watching her.

My dick was in full force, in class and at home. I jerked off often, thinking of Isabella, of her beautiful long brown hair, her big brown chocolate eyes, her pretty face and her sexy body…I visualized her biting her bottom lip…and that was it…my balls were screaming for release…

Charlotte called me to fix up the meeting with STAR SYSTEM. It was on the following Wednesday at 10:00, so I had to miss class…and obviously missing Bella's intoxicated presence for half of the day. I was disappointed that the interview and the photo session had to be at this time of the day, but as it was part of my job so I had to be there.

Then it was Friday. The first week in the French classes was finally over. We had homework to do during weekend, some questions and answers to practice dealing with our weekend's activities. On Monday, we would be paired off in teams of two and James would decide which team would work together.

I had nothing scheduled for the weekend yet, but Jasper asked me if I was willing to go out with him on Saturday. He had discovered a small bar in downtown Montreal and the ambiance was great. He already knew some people there and they were nice. And there were local singers and he enjoyed the place a lot.

I told him I would call him on Saturday morning. I was not sure of what to do….Maybe I could invite Isabella for a coffee or for a drink. Things were going better in class. Maybe I could at least talk to her…Was it too soon? ...I was still in complete darkness…and I had to give her explanations. I could not let that cloud hang over our heads.

It was 4:00. The bell rang, announcing the end of the day. As I did every day, I shoved my things quickly in my schoolbag, ran down the stairs and waited for Isabella under the porch. It was my ritual now. Waiting for Bella to wish her a nice evening. She came through the exit doors, seeming to be in a hurry. I told her good-bye. She wished me a nice weekend and then walked to her van.

I followed her… me in my SUV and her in her black Chevy van… but a few blocks from the college she turned off to the right and disappeared….Jesus Christ….Where was she going?...I could not follow her…I could not stalk her…So I drove to Laval…quite disturbed and very annoyed…Where was she going? I keep mumbling to myself…The motherfucker in my head was very present now…Maybe she is going to meet a guy…maybe she has a boyfriend…oh! Oh! Cullen…Isabella is not going home…she has a secret date…Oh….fuck you….and get out of my head right now…I am so angry…don't say another single fucking word…

I arrived to my condo, very furious and feeling very insecure. My Isabella was not at home…your Isabella…fucking bastard…she is evidently not yours…she is someone else's Isabella….Fuck you… fuck you…leave me alone... Now I was screaming to my own thoughts and to the inner voice which kept harassing me…and making me more irascible.

I had a beer and began to glance through the window…I walked in all the rooms…sat on the couch, turned on the TV….walked back to the window…glancing again…not able to concentrate on anything.

Fuck….What was happening to me? .... I never felt like that in my whole life…all turned upside-down…completely shattered by her absence…because she was not at home…

The more the minutes passed, the more I was anxious…furious against my own foolish out-of-bounds reactions…worried because she was not at her condo. I was completely out of control.

Around 6:30, I finally saw her arriving on the street. Isabella parked her van in the alley. I was still in the window, watching her. Then I saw that she was not alone…I saw him…a tall broad-shouldered man wearing a uniform. She was with a man….he had his hand on the small of her back….Jesus Christ…There was a man in Isabella's life….I went back to the couch, sat and began to cry.

End of chapter 11

A/N: Oh! My God! Poor Edward….What's happening to him? ...He is so sad…What will he do? ...And what is going on between Bella and Rob…Will there be a new love affair beginning or just plain friendship? Tell me what you think?

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