Happy 2012 folks!

So glad you are enjoying this little bit of fun!

A few answers to questions:

Carlisle is a medical doctor, not a psychologist. So yes, he is beyond his means here. But it's less the unethical issues as it is his genuine concern for Edward that we should focus on (I will not be going into treatment of addictions in this story) so bear with Carlisle for a bit. And Edward is more than just an eager 'baiter'.

Tanya is a DISTANT cousin. Not first. Related by marriage on Carlisle's side. She's older, in her late twenties. (Yep, Carlisle should be mad at her. And maybe that's why he made this move to Forks.) They never had actual intercourse. But about everything leading to it. But still morally wrong.

Timeline: Edward's been in Forks longer than Bella, about six months. It is early September. He is 18. She is almost 18…

That's all for now. Keep the questions up! I'll try and answer here or in reviews!

SM owns Twilight. I own some nice Rome Rob pics for inspiration…

I Touch Myself- The Divinyls

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Chapter 3: Clean. New. Pure.

EPOV

Don't look at her breasts…

Just keep walking.

Lauren put them out there for you to ogle.

I mean, they're barely covered. Just one accidental tug...

Fuck. How much longer to activity period? Can I make it to the bathroom before Bio?

Look away… just look away. Why are there so many tits on show today?

Think of other things.

The life cycle of the gnat.

How long is that exactly?

I should Google it.

"Edward?"

I looked up in surprise, surprised at how distracted gnats could actually be.

"Yes, Mr. Varner?" I asked.

"Could you help Ms. Swan to her next class? She's in Biology with you, I believe," he asked, and it was then that my eyes zeroed in on the girl beside him.

Big, innocent, chocolate brown eyes. Fuck if she didn't exude pure and sultry at once.

Nice long hair. Enough to wrap around my hands good and tight.

Breasts were small, but perky. And hardening…

Stop it! Concentrate before you jizz in your pants…

"Um, I was on my way to the restroom, Mr. Varner," I said trying to deflect the responsibility of walking this girl to class.

But then if I was next to her, maybe I could look down the v-neck shirt she was wearing, tucked into those low-rise jeans that hugged tight.

I needed to think of something else besides sliding her top to the side to see what color her bra was. Did she even wear a bra?

Fuck, that was hot. Just a little brush underneath and I could touch them.

Nothing to trap them, or hide that bit of puckering pink…

Focus.

"You can walk her to class and then take care of your business, son. You'll have time. Be a good man," he retorted and nodded before walking away, the matter settled in his head. I turned and looked at the new girl again, drawn back to her slender form before me.

Her hips were nice. Not too skinny, and just enough padding on the backside for …

I bet she was a screamer.

She probably liked to ride.

Girls with small tits seemed to like that. Or so the pornos suggested.

And while her tits were smaller than I liked, they showed a lot.

Was it cold today? Because they were getting even stiffer.

That shirt was pretty fucking thin.

Was that a black bra strap?

Hard to tell around her hair. Was that her real color?

I wondered if she matched down below.

Was she shaved or bushy as fuck?

Tanya had been waxed. It was a little weird. Smooth. But what did I know?

What would hair be like? Trimmed maybe. But something to nudge with my nose as I went down on her. I swallowed and drew my eyes back up to her cautious stare, the heat rising in my face when I realized she had noticed me checking her out.

"Um, it's this way" I mumbled and turned stiffly away from her, feeling her fall in step next to me. The pain in my jeans was worse now, knowing that she was next to me, and from the corner of my eye I could see her looking at me.

I needed the bathroom now desperately.

Shit, this would be eight times today.

"Um, it's here," I stammered and pointed at the door in front of us. "I have to…"

I couldn't even finish. She was looking at me with those lips slightly parted, licking the top one as if she was about to say something.

Or suck something.

I left her behind me and nearly ran to the bathroom.

I was in the stall and stroking before I even had it out of my pants.

That mouth.

Those hips.

And damn, those perky, hard nipples.

I groaned into my arm as I let go, fast even for me.

But oh so satisfying.

I took a few deep breaths and cleaned myself up, washing quickly before the late bell sounded. I readjusted my jeans and made it to class just as the bell rang. But my steps were brought up short when I noticed who was sitting at my table.

Of course she would be; it was the only seat available.

And those dark eyes were looking at me again. Her bottom lip was hiding behind her teeth, causing me to swallow and hate my recuperative abilities. I could already feel myself tingling again. Or maybe it was my body saying it had had enough torture for one day.

"Mr. Cullen, take your seat," Mr. Banner said from his desk. "You have a new partner, and just in time too! New year and new friends! Get acquainted with Bella and show her where we are in the text, please. "

I took my seat quietly beside the new girl, nervous suddenly.

She glanced over at me with timid eyes; that bottom lip back in her mouth again before Mr. Banner was speaking again.

"All right folks! Lets get to work on the project we left off on last week. Mitosis!"

I let Mr. Banner's speech on mitosis drone on in my head, other thoughts taking priority with the feeling of her beside me. I tried not to breathe, but she smelled exquisite as she sat there. She smelled like what innocence might smell like. Clean. New. Pure. Whatever her bath soap, it made me want to lick her.

Everywhere.

I wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled. Especially down there.

I wanted to dirty up that clean innocent scent with her sex.

She was the kind of girl that had a bush that was infused with her scent.

I adjusted on my stool and tried to ignore her. To behave, dammit.

Impossible.

Each breath, I inhaled her.

Each time she moved, I felt her.

She never touched me, but just her desk jostling mine made me hard with the knowledge that she was so close.

I could see her from my periphery, as she looked my way many times during the class.

I think I groaned when I chanced a few looks and found her biting her pen.

Did she have any idea how crazy that made me, seeing her mouth sucking on her bic?

I wanted that mouth on me. I wanted those teeth to mark me.

To bite. To claim.

"So study up on the stages of mitosis, we'll have a practical portion tomorrow!" Mr. Banner exclaimed, signaling that class was nearly over.

Thank god.

No sooner did the bell ring, I was out of there and straight for the bathroom again.

It seemed I'd hit a dozen times today, easy.

Thanks to my new visual stimuli.

She was a fresh bit of temptation in this boring ass town. She was a new toy.

A naughty-in-an-innocent-wrapping toy.

I couldn't tell Carlisle about her.

Not ever.

He'd take her away before I got to play.

Fuck, this was bad.

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AN: ok doky! So… he has a very active mind… it's a wonder he passes his classes.

Next up: Bella's reaction to her new Bio partner!

Reviews are like Edward… he needs a nickname… Baitward? Give me an idea folks… otherwise he sounds like something Charlie would find in his tacklebox!

See ya tomorrow! (oh, yes… I will be posting every day…*grins*)

MWAH!

steph