Author's note.

This is my first fan fiction, I got the idea after reading so many wonderful stories. I guess that it goes without saying but I own nothing but my own pervy ideas about Innocent Edward and his piano.

Chapter 5

BPOV

My head was spinning when I reached the safety of my truck.

I had only been at the Cullen's home for a little over two hours, but I am exhausted.

Between the tiny terror wanting to play extreme makeover, Esme treating me more like her daughter than my mom ever did and the "piano lesson" I am overwhelmed.

My thoughts drift back to Alice and I cringe. She is so sweet, but I have a feeling that if you try to defy her that she is hell on wheels. "Great" shopping tomorrow, I mutter. Maybe I can get Charlie to ground me so that I don't have to go, but considering his concern for my lack of social life, I highly doubt it.

Once I navigated the mile long driveway I turn my stereo on for a little decompressing time during my ride home.

I find my mind wandering just little thoughts about nothing of importance until I hear the opening notes of Muse's Neutron Star Collision.

Once I heard the beginning of the piano introduction, I am immediately back on that little stool sitting next to that piano playing god.

Edward, he is beautiful. I know that men don't like to be called beautiful, but I can't think of another word that begins to be worthy of him.

Handsome is a joke, hot is such an extreme understatement; sex on legs works, but just thinking that makes me blush and I was doing enough of that today without those images in my head thank you.

Then my damn brain decides to conspire against me a little more and takes me back to that voice.

Agh that voice, the way that he was talking to me, trying to get me to open up about myself, was driving me insane.

When he asked the question about my first kiss, I just about lost it and then I further embarrass myself with my little confession about never having been kissed.

I began to seriously wonder what had gotten into me, there was no reason for me to tell him that.

It would have been so easy to lie, to make up some song that I thought sounded romantic, but no big mouth Bella had to speak up humiliate herself in front of the most perfect man that had ever been created.

I think this was my hormones finally speaking up for themselves and all but begging to have that remedied.

Yeah like that would have ever happened.

There was no way in this world that he didn't already have a girlfriend that was as equally beautiful as himself , that one day he would eventually marry and then go on to produce 2.5 of the most beautiful children ever born.

As I was I was driving home to return to my average life, my phone began to ring. I looked at the caller I.D. wondering who in the world would be calling me. I notice that it was Angela.

I was grateful from the reprieve from the movie I was visualizing about his perfect life, so I answered. "Hey, Ang."

"Bella", she literally squeeled in my ear. She instantly reminded me of the little pixie that I just left.

"What's up Ang?" I ask. "Oh, can't I just call to check on my newest friend?" she asked.

Something is definitely up, she has never done that before. I begin to wonder about the real motivation behind the call.

It didn't take long to find out.

"How did your piano lesson go today" she asked.

There it was.

"Ang, you held out on me". "I'm sorry Bella." she cried. "it's just that I know you're so shy and you were nervous already, I was afraid that if I told you, you would have never have gone."

I had to admit, if only to myself, that she was probably right.

I think I was better off with the fantasy cat man.

"So?" she prompted. "So what?" " I went, we met, we talked about my musical tastes and he played for me some." "That's all that there was to it, Ang."

"Come on, Bella." "You know what I mean." I was almost afraid that she was going to start crying from frustration.

"Well, if you're asking if I thought he was gorgeous, then the answer is yes" "If you're asking if he is a nice guy the answer also is yes."

I know that I must have sounded frustrated, but I really didn't know what she wanted from me.

"So, you like him right?"

"Sure , but he's my teacher, Ang." and besides "Have you seen him, I mean really seen him?"

"Why would a guy that looks like he does, even notice me?"

"Besides, there's the age thing." "He's 22 from what Alice told me and I just turned 17, last month." "He knows my dad, give it up Angela" I said. " There is nothing there, but a student teacher thing."

Now if I could just convince myself of that.

"So, since we are gossiping about him, tell me everything that you know about him and his family. I met his mom and his sister, I really liked them both."

"Well" she began, "when I told you the other day that I truthfully didn't know much, I wasn't lying.

She went on to tell me about how the Cullen's had just moved to Forks, a couple of years ago. Dr. Cullen works at the hospital as the chief of surgery and that Esme was apparently some hot shot interior designer and event planner. I could totally see that.

She said that Alice went to our school but graduated last year. She knew that she was dating the star of the baseball team Jasper Hale, but since they didn't have any classes together, she didn't really know her.

She also told me about their brother Emmet. She had seen him around here and there and that he seems like a really fun guy. He was kind of known around town as the town prankster. Nothing malicious, just a general pain in my dad's butt. She said that he is totally gorgeous also, but seems to be surgically connected to Rosalie Hale, Jaspers twin sister.

I was hoping that I could get her to dish about the one that I was most curious about without her realizing that I was curious.

"As far as Edward goes, nobody knows too much about him."

I couldn't help but ask why that was.

"Well, he has been away at school since they moved here" she said

" I think that he was in New York, so he didn't make it home very often."

I kept listening, silently begging for more info.

"Since he's been home though, we see him around a good bit, but he keeps to himself." "He seems to be really shy."

"What, no trophy girlfriend?" I blurted out, while mentally kicking myself.

"Not, that anyone knows of." she replied.

"I actually feel kind of sorry for him." she continued.

"Why" I ask

"Well, like I said he's always alone and there's the fact that everywhere he goes, the women are lining up to stare at him."

"It doesn't seem to matter how old or how young they are, everyone wants to get an eyefull." " I have even caught my mom doing it a couple of times and I must confess to it myself."

"Don't get me wrong, I am totally devoted to Ben, but looking never hurt anyone."

"I heard a rumor that he was going to take out a restraining order against Jessica and Lauren, they are the worst."

"No wonder he doesn't date, he probably doubts that he can find anyone interested in him, not just his looks or his money. It's actually kind of sad."

That statement made me feel not just a little guilty.

I start remembering how I stared at him when he first walked into the room and then again at the piano.

I need to get these stupid hormones under control before I see him next week.

After that the conversation seemed to drift to other things. I was glad for the break on that subject.

Apparently Jessica, Mike, Lauren and Tyler decided to get a hotel room this past weekend together and because of the noise, the manager called the police.

From what she heard Charlie was the one to bust that up. She continued to tell me that he found the four of them in very compromising positions together.

I almost wrecked the beast because I was laughing so hard, fortunately there wasn't really anyone else on the road at the time.

I vowed to her to get more information when I got home.

She said that she was dying to hear it and that she and Ben had decided not to spend any more time with them.

As I was hanging up with her, I pulled into the driveway of my home and saw that the police cruiser was there.

I knew that we were going to dinner and my stomach was so tied in knots over thinking about Edward, I didn't think that I would be able to eat.

"Oh well" I sighed, praying that Charlie wouldn't pick tonight to become observant.

I walk in the house letting Charlie know that I was home.

He was on the couch watching baseball of course.

"What happened to fishing with Harry?" I asked.

"They weren't really biting and I just kind of wanted to watch the game anyway." He said.

As I was about to make my way upstairs to relax a while before dinner he stopped me.

"How was the music lesson, Bells?"

Great, I was really hoping to avoid this discussion.

"It was good dad, not really a lesson. More like a getting to know you session." I explained.

He said that he had heard about that because Edward had called him to inform him that he wouldn't be cashing his check this week.

"He sure is a courteous one. I wish that brother of his was more like him." I heard him mutter.

I started giggling about that because of what Angela had said.

Boy Alice must be really rubbing off on me, because I had giggled more that day than I had in years.

I try once again to make my escape upstairs when he calls me back down.

"What?" I ask, trying hard not to vent my frustrations.

"So, what did you think of the Cullens?" he asked.

I explained that Esme, was wonderful. She made me feel very welcome.

I also started talking about Alice and how well we got along.

I knew that he would love that. In fact dad, she's picking me up in the morning to go shopping.

"Shopping huh?" well that's good. I like the idea of you hanging out with her a lot more than I do some of the other girls in your school.

I gave him a knowing look and he said "you heard huh?"

I just laughed at that and nodded my head.

We sat there for a minute longer quietly and when I thought that this conversation was over, I stood up to try and escape this time.

Before I could take a step, I heard him take a deep breath and say "and what did you think of Edward?"

"Shit!" How did I answer that? Furthermore how did he want me to answer that?

Would he rather I say that he is beautiful, amazing, sex personified and that I am dying to give him virginity and make him do naughty, naughty things to me wait where did that come from? or should I say that I really couldn't stand him and could I please stop these stupid lessons? please say no, please say no.

I decide to go middle ground with this, "he's nice" I said and "very talented, it seems."

"Nice and talented huh?" he chuckled.

I'm no mind reader, but I'm not sure he believed my answer.

Finally, I was able to break away from my dad, claiming female trouble.

I think he turned two shades of grey followed by one shade of green.

Ha, I knew that would get him to drop this conversation.

Truth be told, I never have female problems, I have been on the pill for about three years, due to previously mentioned problems. I only have that issue 4 times a year. It's great.

There's also the plus that if I ever do get to have sex I'm ready.

"Oh man" I groan. I so have to get that topic off of my mind.

I decide to turn on some music and relax for a while.

I plug my Ipod into its' docking station and grab the remote.

The first song that comes on is Sex on Fire, by Kings of Leon. Uh, next.

Followed by Closer by Nine Inch Nails, Ugh you're kidding me right?

I'm beginning notice that my panties are becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Shit, I'm about to combust here.

What has gotten into me today?

Maybe it's more about what I wish had gotten into me today.

I am suddenly aware that I will never get through dinner with Charlie if something doesn't give.

I can't believe what I'm about to do, I never do this.

Oh well desperate times and all that I guess.

I quickly get up and walk downstairs asking Charlie what time he wanted to go for dinner.

He said probably 6:00, well that gives me about three hours to unwind.

I tell him that I'm feeling pretty wiped out and I'm going to take a nap.

I tell him not to worry about waking me, that I would set an alarm.

"OK Bells" "Have a good nap" and he goes back to watching his game.

I walk into my bedroom and shut and lock my door, just in case.

I notice that Inside of You by Hoobastank is playing now and wonder what I did so wrong that my damn Ipod has to conspire against me.

I notice how warm it has become my room, so I open up my window. Knowing that since I'm on the second floor and there is not a house directly next my room, no one will ever see me.

Next I decide that clothes are not really conducive to my plans, so off they go.

I get under the covers and then I discovered I have no idea what I'm doing.

Seriously, I have never done this before. I have seen internet porn of women doing it, but that's as far as my knowledge goes.

The next song that my possessed Ipod uses to torture me is Dream On.

Oh God, I have to figure this out.

Immediately I close my eyes and let my mind wander.

Suddenly he's there, that bronze haired god, with his head resting between my thighs. I start skimming my body with my hands, reaching my breasts.

I start to roll my nipples between my fingers and shocked by how amazing that it feels. I start squeezing my breasts together, moaning the whole time.

It's so easy to imagine those elegant hands with the long slender fingers doing this. The next thing I know is that it's his mouth that I see, sucking and biting my nipples, while his hands travel downward where I want them most.

After what feels like an agonizingly long time, I feel one finger sliding gently between my folds. Mmm Edward, that is incredible. He keeps gently rubbing me for a moment before I feel that finger slide into me. He pumps it in and out slowly groaning about how wet and tight I am. I I feel the loss immediately when he pulls out, but then he starts rubbing light circles on my clit. "Oh God" I moan, "that feels so fucking good Edward." he switches hands and starts flicking my clit back and forth. I am so close, but I can't seem to quite get there, when he plunges two fingers into me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out loud. I feel his fingers curling into me and then it happens. He finds the spot, and then I explode. I swear I see stars.

Once I come down from that, I stretch and realize that I have never felt more relaxed in my life. I check my phone to make sure that I have set an alarm for 5:00 and instantly fall asleep.

Unaware of the shiny silver Volvo that is parked outside.

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