Chapter 4: Originally Chapters 16 - 18

The next morning I woke up and I was still feeling pretty bad. I picked up my phone and dialed Alice's number.

"Alice, hey good morning

Yeah I am improving but not doing great.

I thought more about what you said.

I am going to go with option three.

I am going to pretend it never happened but try to turn it into something positive.

Yeah, haha exactly, I am going to try to become his fantasy, like a siren.

I am going to need a LOT of help I imagine since he has been avoiding me like the plague.

Oh haha sure or avoiding me like I am really a siren.

Talk to you soon."

Huh Alice made an interesting point, if Edward is avoiding me because I am like a siren that would mean that he is attracted to me but thinks coming closer would be dangerous. If that could explain his behavior toward me I would be thankful I think, I could show him that dangerous isn't always a bad thing.

I quickly showered and put on a fresh pair of PJs. I need to get to the laundromat in the very near future its been over a month and my drawers are almost empty.

I shuffled into the kitchen and made some breakfast, finally settling at the small kitchen table with my books. I may be skipping school today but I can't afford to be a slacker. I spent the rest of the day attempting to catch up with my assigned reading and looking over the notes Jasper brought me.

By Tuesday I started to feel the effects of the new medication and I felt like I could handle going to school even if I wasn't 100%.

I only found enough motivation to pull on some sweatpants and a hoodie and some funny little moccasins that Jake got me so I would think of him.

I split my hair into french braid pigtails and applied the bare minimum for make up aka, tinted moisturizer and mascara. Next I pulled on a pea-coat while wearing the sweatshirt hood on my head then letting it relax back over the coat. Carlisle told me to be weary of the cold weather so I don't want to take any chances today.

I threw on some gloves, grabbed my book bag and started the short walk to the law school.

I was a little warm when I first entered the school due to my walk and all of my layers but I just pulled off the pea-coat and presumed I would cool down shortly.

I walked into my Property class and plopped down next to Jasper.

"Hey Darlin, glad to see you out and about! How are you feeling?"

"Thanks Jasper, I am feeling better, not 100% though" then my voice dropped into a whisper. " I am still not over the Edward debacle so if you see me trying to escape for any reason just assume I am a lost cause and don't try to prevent it. I am not ready to face him."

Jasper nodded sadly, "I can do that."

More students started to file into Property and I began to regret my outfit. In fact, I had swamp ass. I was sweating profusely and I was positive if I stood up there would be a puddle of sweat absorbed into my grey sweatpants, outlining the granny panties I tossed on this morning.

"I thought I had kicked the fever completely, but now I am not so sure. Is it 100 degrees in here?" I asked Jasper rhetorically.

"Close to it actually, they turned the heat on in the law school but we were warned yesterday that it wasn't working right over the weekend and some rooms were overcompensating to try to bring the entire law school up to a balmy 75. With the weather outside hanging just above 30 that leaves this lecture hall's heaters working pretty hard to heat up the other parts of the building."

"Working pretty hard like 100 degrees? Holy shit it is so hot in here. Gah, Jasper I wish you warned me."

"Sorry Bells it slipped my mind, plus I really didn't expect to see you back so soon." He gave me an easy smile.

I was starting to get a little light headed and knew that I had to change my outfit, but there is no way. I was explicitly warned by Carlisle to stay warm and had not even considered the possibility that I would feel hot today. I had even checked the forecast to determine how many layers to put on.

"I don't know if I can stay, it is just too hot."

The professor, James Ralls, walked in just as I was about to leave and find somewhere that wouldn't cause my fever to return.

"Bella Swan, glad to see that you have decided to come to class this week. I was nervous you gave up on me and on Property law. Plus if you had missed this class again you would have been curved down for surpassing the absence allowance." He gave me a hard stare then smiled and addressed the entire class.

"Students, you have done well so far, we have about 4 more subjects to touch on before the final exam that we should cover partially in this class and partially in Thursday's class. Then next Tuesday we will have an optional review session where you should be prepared to bring any questions you might have."

He clapped and strolled up to the front row of students and began leering down to them. "Lets get started."

"Jasper..." I whispered.

"Hey Jasper"... waiting, he was ignoring me.

"Jazzzz" a small smile adorned his mouth and he gave me a sideways glance.

"What Bells?"

" I can't leave now, but I am too hot to stay." I looked at him frantically.

He just nodded at me, and kept taking notes.

".. you wouldn't happen to have a spare shirt in your locker downstairs or something cooler I could put on?"

"No Bella, sorry."

"You wouldn't happen to be wearing an undershirt, underneath your dress shirt, would you?" I am desperate.

Jasper raised one eyebrow, shook his head no, then kept on taking diligent notes.

Well he seems pretty distracted; maybe I will take off my sweatshirt during class then throw it on again at the very end before anyone notices, then run outside to cool off. This plan seems legitimate. Okay. I am going for it...

I started to peel off my humid sweatshirt and the relief was immediate. Good thing I wasn't naked under the hoodie or I would be totally trapped in here, I would have had to keep it on and I can guarantee you I would have passed out. Although the alternative, what I am actually wearing under this- is not much better. Anyways I gave a satisfied moan feeling the air rush to my body, providing some much needed ventilation.

Jasper looked at me through the corner of his eye when I moaned, his expression was full of curiosity. Then he stopped taking notes. Placed his pen on the table and turned his head completely to face me. He looked shocked and amused.

"Bells..."

"Shh Jazz don't draw attention to it"

"Okay," he said quietly "but, what are you wearing Darlin?" I have never seen him look more confused in my life.

"One of my pledge tank tops, from a sorority I didn't make it into in college. I went through the hazing process and failed but kept the T-Shirt as proof of my struggles."

"Why!" He whispered harshly.

Then it began.

Jasper started to shake in his seat.

And he snorted. Like a pig.

I turned my head so fast to look at him and give him a death glare to stop, please no one look at me, Dear lord.

"Shush Jazz" I narrowed my eyes at him.

His shoulders started to rise up and down and he was holding a hand over his belly, the other hand was flat on the table like he was trying to hold on for dear life.

He snorted again, twice. Then slapped his hand over his nose and mouth and pinched his nose.

I should be furious with him, but I have never seen him laugh this hard. I not could help but find it amusing. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips and a laughed the dinkiest laugh - you know the one where you exhale through your nose?

He should not have even heard my little nose huff but he did and it was too much for him to handle. It only encouraged Jasper to keep laughing.

His body started to convulse in a fit of laughter. He squeezed his eyes shut, and pinched his nose. Then he glanced over at me and saw my smile and he took such a huge influx of air that one would think he hiccupped if they couldn't see what he was doing.

I deadpanned for a moment.

I cannot laugh. I cannot. I slapped my hand over my mouth and started shaking silently due to his outburst. And I gave a quick little inhale of breath. But it happened to be so perfectly coordinated with Jaspers backwards hiccup that we exchanged another glance and fell into hysterics. Bouncing in our chairs trying desperately not to guffaw and finally inhaling sharply when we couldn't hold our breath anymore. Time and time again we were shaking in laughter, totally silent, and then we would both inhale at the same time and it would start right back up again.

Tears strolled down my eyes and my face was beat red. Jasper didn't look any better.

"Ms. Swan, Mr. Whitlock. What is going on back there? Settle down or leave. Ms. Swan I suggest you settle down because you can't afford to miss this class again, Mr. Whitlock, you have a choice of either option." Then Professor Ralls paused and looked at me strangely.

"Ms. Swan.. are you naked?"

Every. Single. Person. turned around to look at me. The room was dead silent but it was short lived.

"No sir.." I started shaking with laughter and Jasper snorted and lost the battle with holding it in and started cackling out the most obnoxious laugh I have ever heard mixed in with his charming southern twang.

His laugh caught me so off guard and I also failed to hold in my laugh. But it was my most secret and embarrassing man laugh- like you might have heard on Bevis and Butthead. The laugh that I don't do in polite company. The laugh that only my best friends have gotten out of me when something hilariously unexpected happens.

All I could think was no no no! Not the BB laughs. I lost friends over this creep-tastic laugh... but all of my efforts failed and I could not hold it in. "Heh Heh Heh" "Heh Heh Heh" "Heh Heh Heh" "Heh Heh Heh" "Heh Heh Heh"

Jasper could not stop. His gasping hiccup inhales and wild laugher that sounded eerily similar to an unbroken horse whinny pierced though the classroom. Tears poured down his face and he immediately pack up his book and his laptop and escaped out of the lecture hall.

I could hear his whinny echoing in the hallway.

"Ms. Swan, I can clearly see that you are not wearing a shirt. That is unacceptable. Put that sweatshirt that is next to you back on, immediately."

"Professor Ralls, I am wearing a tank top."

I looked down at it, not that I need to be reminded of what was there. I knew. The front of the shirt portrayed the infamous man boobs and hairy chest depicted in the movie Along Came Polly. It was from the scene where Ben Stiller is playing a pick up game of basketball and his opponent takes of his shirt to reveal a horribly sweaty chest covered in hair and man boobs.

Unfortunately when I glanced down at the shirt it was a little wet from perspiration so it was really sticking to my body and blending in. I seriously looked like I had man hair all over my chest and had an unattractive set of flabby nipples and man boobs out to show the world. It was not a sexy look.

"Maybe If I wear it backwards... I just cannot stay in this room and remain conscious if I have to put the sweatshirt back on. I am so sorry for this interruption."

On the back of the tank the words Rush 2008 and then the quote "You guys ready to play?"-Sasquatch were scrawled out in bold letters.

I crouched under the table put my arms inside the tank top and twisted it around and stuck my arms back through the holes.

I looked down at my shirt- wearing it backwards was not much of an improvement, it was still inappropriate. Especially because the tank was a borderline razorback tank and my shimmery pink bra could be seen from the sides of me very easily, but Professor Ralls may not be able to see that.

The rest of the class seemed to have been laughing a little all the way through the end of the lecture. Once class ended some people came up to me and begged to see the front of my tank. I didn't want to be an asshole so despite my embarrassment I turned around while they laughed at the misunderstanding.

"Why would you wear that, or keep it?" A quiet girl named Angela asked, smiling widely at the absurd picture now on my back.

"Eh no great reason, I am a little bit of a pack rat for things that hold memories for me. This is a keepsake from my freshman year of college and the crazy hazing process I had to go through." I picked up my stuff, tugged the sweatshirt back on and exited into the cooler hallway. Angela walked with me.

"I didn't really think much of it besides that I guess. I only have ever worn it under something I didn't plan on taking off. This is the first time it has been shown in public besides the week I was being hazed, and this is definitely the last time." I sighed but smiled a little.

Angela laughed and patted my arm. "Well we could all use a good laugh with the stress of finals approaching, I am glad you are back now. If you need any notes from last week let me know! I will see you around later."

I smiled and re adjusted my bag when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.

I looked up to see Professor Ralls wearing an angry expression on his face. "To my office Ms. Swan, now."

I followed behind him up to the corridor where all of the faculty offices were. We walked past Billy Black's office and I bowed my head in shame. I didn't want him to see me up there.

Prof. Ralls, securely shut the door behind me and held up a hand signaling that I wait. Then he picked up his desk phone and dialed out.

"Yes Ma'am is Laurent in his office?

Patch me through.

Dean Gibson.

I have a situation.

Can you come to my office now?

Yes, it is a student matter.

Thank you."

Ooooh no. My stomach dropped to my knees. I can't get expelled over a tank top, right? No one would have ever known I was wearing this, it certainly would not have been exposed to the pubic, if the heater was not cooking me alive!

"Bella, take off your sweatshirt so that Dean Gibson can see what you wore in my class."

"Sir, may I go to the bathroom to change out of it? Your office isn't nearly as hot as the classroom was and I would be more comfortable if I stayed in my sweatshirt."

"Oh, so now you are acting all modest?" He took a step closer to me and I started to shuffle away from him until I was next to his office window.

"Bella, I want the Dean to see exactly why your outfit is so inappropriate. The tank top alone is slightly inappropriate but due to its fit on your body, it is a whole different issue."

I shook my head, but resigned to the fact that this could not be avoided. I started to pull the sweatshirt back over my head and I heard Professor Rall moving around me. He pulled up on the hood of the sweatshirt and I stood facing him in my, now backwards, tank top.

I didn't want to turn and face his office door because I didn't want to flash my side boob. So I waited. With my eyes downcast to the floor.

"Knock knock. What is going on James?"

"This is Bella Swan, a student in my 1L property class. And this..." Professor Ralls pointed at me accusingly. "is what she wore in my classroom today."

"What is the meaning of that, Ms. Swan? Surely you know how to dress like a young lady. We have dress codes in this establishment for a reason." The Dean began rounding in on me so I was kind of stuck near the window as he inspected my shirt.

There was not much I could do but wait to see how the Dean would react and what the consequences would be. I tried to steady my breathing. Tried not to cry out of embarrassment and fear, but it was tough. I looked out the window hoping the peacefully approaching winter that had settled over campus would calm me.

Outside on the grounds there were small groups of people congregated. Some were smoking, others looked to be on their way home.

I looked again and saw that Edward was among the crowd. Thank God he was not in my property class. Phew.

But right as I thought that, he looked up toward the row of windows I was in and caught my eye. I looked down at the floor again.

I am so unhappy.

Yikes, I wonder if he can see my bra from down there.. my side boob isn't hidden at all. And how the hell is Edward, of all people, going to interpret this?

"Miss Swan, turn the shirt around again so that Dean Gibson can see what I have explained, for himself."

Shameful tears rose in my eyes and I lifted my arms up and stuck them back inside the tank top. I glanced out the window again and saw that Edward was frozen in place staring at me in horror. Then he started running toward the back entrance of the law school.

I kept going robotically and twisted the shirt around, quickly popping my arms back out of the sides. Once I was finished I squared my shoulders and faced Dean Gibson.

"This is it, my absurd tank top." Tears brimmed my eyes and threatened to fall down my cheeks and I watched the Dean rake his eyes over my body and shake his head at me.

"Listen, I am very very sorry for the way things went down in class today, but I had zero intention of showing anyone this tank. I have been sick all week, fighting a fever. The classroom was not fit to hold class today; it had to have been near 100 degrees. I was afraid I was going to pass out and took off my sweatshirt out of necessity." I kept eye contact with the Dean.

"Believe me, I did not want to take off my sweatshirt but had to do so for my own safety. I would have left class but Professor Ralls pointed out that I could not afford any more absences. So if you feel that punishment is necessary then I cannot argue with your decision but if you expel me over this I will fight it and I will win. I can think of 35 other students who were in that room with me and know exactly how unfit and dangerous it was to have students in there instead of canceling classes until the problem with the heating system could be addressed."

The Dean looked a little shocked that I went in for the kill at the end. But I intended to get my law degree from this school and was ready to fight for it.

"Miss Swan, consider yourself on thin ice with me." He looked resigned. "I don't want to hear about you violating the dress code again or disrupting classes for that matter, next time there will be serious consequences. Have a good evening." He said with finality and promptly walked out into the corridor.

I looked up at the ceiling and let out a breath of air.

Professor Ralls moved close behind me and pulled at the fabric on the back of my shirt. "Ms. Swan, I don't know if you 'are ready to play...' " he read off of my shirt while using his finger to ghost over the words.

I wiggled away from his touch but was not very successful.

"...but threatening a law school with a lawsuit is a can of worms". His hand ghosted over the small of my back and rubbed the waistline of my rolled up sweatpants. "If you try to throw me under the bus again you will find yourself with a failing grade until you can make it up to me."

I suppressed a shudder and I stood there rigidly, trying to calculate what was going on and how I should respond, or if I should respond.

"I did not realize I was 'throwing you under the bus'" I refused to look at him.

He fingers inched under the sides of my shirt and he started to dig his nails into my skin.

"The responsibility to cancel classes falls onto the professors teaching the class. By saying it was unfit you are saying that I acted negligently. You could get me sued or fired for that. And I am not about to lose my position here because some slut wanted to get naked in my class." He scratched at my sides and growled the last sentence behind my ear.

"Isabella, James!"

I looked to the door and saw Billy Black sitting in front of the exit, Edward standing behind him looking like he was ready to kill something.

Professor Ralls released my shirt and I started walking toward them.

"Jesus Bella, cover up your chest, you are indecent. Put your sweatshirt on."

Edward eyes focused on my chest. Which meant that hot Eddie was focused on the image of the hairy man boobs that were stuck to my body. He just started at me, looking confused and stunned and started to back away.

I pulled my sweatshirt back on.

"Billy- I'm not naked, this is my stupid sorority rush tank top. You can uncover your eyes."

Edward was already gone at that point, no where to be found.

I walked out the office door with Billy by my side, "I have got to explain my day to you, can I come to your office?"

Billy agreed and I followed behind him. Edward was nowhere in site.

Billy closed the door behind him and sighed. "Bella, you are too sweet to have to hear this but James Ralls often talks about his students to other professors and attempts relationships with them. I don't think you should be alone with him if you can avoid it. Bring another student with you." Billy looked like he was going to be sick "I can't help but feel like I rolled over there just in the nick of time."

My voice shook, I was so creeped out. I thought Professor Ralls was acting inappropriate but the ball was in his court during that entire meeting so I felt like there was nothing I could have done. "Okay Billy, I will do that. How did you know to come over there anyway?"

Billy laughed but it didn't reach his eyes. "Mr. Cullen rapped on my door until I opened it and yelled that my girlfriend was about to strip in front of two professors and that she may be on the verge of tears".

I nodded but didn't offer much else.

"I don't know how that boy knew that but I am glad he came and got me. Even if he thinks we are a couple." Billy shook his head.

I left the law school and walked down to Alice's bar where I knew I would find her and Jasper hanging out.

"Alice?"

silence.

"Hey Ali, are you up here?"

There was no one upstairs, so far the place did not attract that many students, which really surprised me but I got the impression that Alice only told patrons about the upstairs portion if she really liked them, it felt like her own secret club.

I heard a little giggle off to my right and looked curiously toward the sound.

"Ali?"

The pretty girl popped her head up from the opposite side of the bar. Her eyes were lit up in mischief and her mouth was very red likely from the friction of kissing.

"Oh hey Bella, meet me in the bathroom for a sec."

I gave her a smile in disbelief and turned around, leaving the bar area and walked into the bathroom.

She opened the door and started giggling.

"Nice to see you Alice." I laughed, "What have you been up to exactly?"

"Oh haha, Jasper was back there with me, but he didn't want me to blow his cover. He is trying to sneak out to make it look like he was out on the patio." She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

Then she started laughing in a hushed whisper "Bella I have been meaning to tell you, you are probably now the only virgin over 20 left in the state of New Hampshire. About a month of being handsy with Jazz and I couldn't take it anymore. I realized he was scared of my virgin status and was taking things just a little too slow, it was torture!"

"You have to tell me everything!"

"Okay but I have to make it fast before he realizes that we have been in bathroom for a hour or something hahah.

So I did not like that he was being timid with me. I decided he was scared that I was fragile or something. I'm not. I had even been having none stop fantasies about him, complete with rough sex and role playing, you know? I decided to invite him over to my house, I guess this was near the end of September. I told him I had a really good view of the trees changing colors and I wanted him to see that with me during a sun set, this was true, it looked like the whole forest is on fire with color.

He agreed and brought wine and it was perfect. He started putting his hands all over me and I invited him to the bedroom. I asked if he had ever had sex before and he apologized that he had and swore he would have waited if he thought someone like me existed and that he was ready to wait for me until I was ready. It was all I needed to hear, I melted like putty because I knew he wanted this too.

I told him I was curious about fooling around with him if he couldn't see what I was up to, you know- blindfolded, and he readily agreed.

So I took out my sleeping mask and put it over his eyes. I stripped the clothes off of him and off of myself and started giving him a massage. Then I mounted him backwards, straddling his face and put his dick in my mouth. He started to rub my body and kiss the inside of my thighs before kissing my center and hungrily eating me out.

I was so turned on. I pulled my legs off of him after a few more minutes, slipped a condom out of my purse, rolled it onto him and quickly slammed myself down on him.

He had me feeling so good just seconds before that I couldn't even feel my barrier break. Sort of. He let me ride him blindfolded and he came in less then 5mins. I hopped off him again and took out a new condom, rolling it back on him. I settled myself back on his cock and he begged me to let him take off the mask so he could see everything I was doing. I let him. I rode him a few more times before he started making out with me then flipped me effortlessly and we went at it for hours.

We have barely stopped since. Bella, you need to find someone as good as he is in bed, as soon as possible. My quality of life has improved ten fold."

She had a dreamy smile on her face.

"Wow Alice, that is so great. You two are perfect for each other. Can I just ask why did you wait so long before having sex?"

Alice looked far off for a minute, her face was void of all of the happy emotions I just witnesses during her story about Jasper and the contrast was unnerving.

"I had a bad time when I was in the institution. No one ever raped me or anything but I was with a lot of unstable people all the time. Including the staff in some instances. I would hear what other patients would do to each other at night. Sometimes people were crying out in terror. Some patients and staff were "dirty talkers" that seemed to include threats and vulgar words. And there were many times that people would walk up behind me and whisper creepy pick up lines in my ear and put their hands on me. Even though I was just 13 or younger while I was there.

It left a bad taste in my mouth. I just didn't feel the urge to be sexual with anyone. Sometimes when I would be drinking I would let lose and go home with someone but I would usually have some sort of flashback and I would dry up like the Sahara and feign illness.

I wasn't waiting for marriage or true love. I just wasn't interested I guess. I actually thought joining the air force would change that- be surrounded by sexy men flying planes. Once I was there and tried hooking up I found that I could go to a certain point with them, but like clockwork they would say something to me that turned me off, reminding me of that time in the institution.

That is also the time when I started experimenting with girls; I thought that might have been the reason why I wasn't interested in sex. But as interesting as those experiences were, they just proved to me that I really wanted a man's strong touch and not the touch of a woman.

Anyways since I met Jasper, all of that anxiety that mentally brought me back to the institution seems to have disappeared. What about you Bella, why are you a virgin?"

"No reason in particular actually. Like you, I did not make the choice to wait until marriage or anything. In fact I had every intention of having sex with Jake, but you know how that played out.

Also I don't want a simple one-night stand; I want to have a relationship with whoever I have sex with. I have wanted to make sure that I really liked the person I was going to have sex with before we had sex. I feel like once a couple has sex, their behaviors toward each other change a little bit. They don't try as hard to be with the other person. It's sort of like the game has ended. So I am waiting because I want to make sure that the person is awesome enough that after we have sex we will still enjoy each other's company.

The only reason I've remained in this state is because Jake is the only person I have dated so far that is awesome enough. During the rest of high school I went out on dates but didn't get into any relationships. In college I started dating more avidly, I actually went through boyfriends pretty quickly. One a month it felt like. After to getting to know them I just didn't think they were fun people really, not someone who I would want to wake up to in the morning. We would go on dates, sometimes we had sleepovers, with most of them, if they could get me to cum then I would return the favor and blow them or something but that was as far as we would get before I would find a reason to break it off.

My best relationship was with a boy named Riley Walker. He was hot. I met him at the gym when he had rented out a racquetball court, his partner had to leave early and I happened to walk past the exchange when he grumbled that he was really hoping for a two hour work out not just 30 minutes. I told him I would play with him if he wanted and introduced myself.

He and I got hot and heavy almost right away. And jumped pretty quickly into the oral sex stage, ahh he was amazing at it. But after about a month I saw that he was constantly checking his phone and I found out that he was buttering up girls on the side, like he was waiting for us to have sex so that we could move on. He had multiple facebook accounts and was messaging and hitting on people. And I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of my pussy. Cause I know I am going to be a great lay and I was so pissed that I wanted him to know the opportunity he missed out on.

I invited him to dinner one night via text message including a winky face. He showed up to a party at my house where I had invited a bunch of girls over, whose numbers I jotted down from his phone, and whom I saw he had been sending facebook messages to. I poured all of us a shot and we toasted " To Riley, and whatever girl he cares enough about not to fuck over". Then I told him to stop contacting me and ushered him out. The rest of us partied."

I looked into the mirror at the reflection of Alice and I. She was smiling at me and I relaxed my eyebrows that had been wrinkled in frustration. Looking back at the pair of us, we were both really good looking if I am being totally candid. I have been complimented enough to know that I my pouty lips make men weak in the knees. My eyes have been referred to as "bed room" eyes. My pale skin is blemish free and is the equivalent of a mood ring so people can tell when I am embarrassed or turned on. And my body is slim and toned with all of the right accents. So I'm not oblivious. I know what I am working with.

"Anyways, I don't feel like a virgin. My thoughts are certainly not virginal. I just want to be in a legit relationship before I start having sex. I also have an irrational fear of STDs. So one night stands are seriously off the table."

Alice nodded in understanding. "You know, I wouldn't have thought you were a virgin if you hadn't told me. You don't have that innocent look about you. And you weren't that far off about Jazz and I hoping to entice you into a threesome. But to be totally honest, I don't want Jazz to take your virginity, so your invitation is conditional. I feel like I was able to stake a claim on him but breaking my barrier on his man piece. I want to be the last person he ever does that for."

My eyes widened. I had never imaged myself in a threesome with another girl. But I was turned on in some ways by the prospect of messing around with Alice and Jasper, like no matter what it would be fun and enjoyable.

"Well one day I might get back to you on that Ali, but either way I accept your condition haha, I will break the holy dam on some other hot man piece once I find a hot man of my own."

Alice smiled at me brightly, her eyes looked hopeful.

I laughed.

"Jasper told me today actually that you are hiding lots of potential under that sweatshirt of yours...I'm curious"

I glanced at her and started laughing more heartily.

She joined me and walked me out of the bathroom.

"Come on Bella, I have to see this tank top that caused my studious Jasper to escape here from class with tears in his eyes laughing like a lunatic."

I agreed. I yanked the sweatshirt off and was greeted by Alice's shrill tinkling laugh.

Then I heard a throaty voice say "Ohh not this again..." and a neighing sound started up from across the room followed by the obnoxious laugh Jasper had previously tried so hard to hold in.

I pulled the sweatshirt back on. A huge smile was on my face and my eyes were teary. " I know guys, it is the worst shirt ever created. Can I tell you how it almost got me kicked out of Law school while I sip on my regular drink, heavy on the vodka?"

Alice poured me a tall bloodymary and I explained everything that happened after Jasper left class.

"Bella, I don't understand why Professor Ralls would make you come back to the office and undress. Dean Gibson could have just taken Professor Ralls word for it. He wouldn't have needed direct evidence..."

Jasper looked darkly around the room like he was trying to figure something out.

"You need to keep some distance from him. His actions don't add up for me. If he ever puts you into any situation like that again, you come find me. Didn't you say he had his hand on your back too?" Jasper was fuming.

"Yeah, it grossed me out a little. I didn't have enough time to decide how to respond."

"I am glad nothing else happened, but I am actually surprised he didn't try anything."

"Well Edward stopped him before it went to far."

Jasper and Alice looked confused.

"I thought you said Billy rolled in and got you out of there." Alice tried to clarify.

"He did, but Edward saw me from out on the lawn and came inside and got Billy. Billy said Edward clued him in that something was wrong." I got a thoughtful look on my face. "So maybe he cares a little bit even if he told Tanya he doesn't."

A voice cleared behind me.

I turned around and saw an amazon of a woman at the top of the stairs. She had flowy blonde hair, pretty blue eyes and the body of an absolute rock star.

"Alice, I am sorry to interrupt. It is getting pretty rowdy downstairs. I think I am going to need some extra help. "

"No problem. I will come down and work it with you. Oh and Rose, this is Bella, she's the sick girl that kept pulling me away from the bar over this past week."

Rose had a huge smile on her face "Hey Bella! I am glad you are feeling better. I am also really glad to have met you in person. Emmett told me a funny story about a girl he called "Sleeping Bella" last week and once I realized that Alice's Bella was probably the same person I have been dying to meet you!"

"It is really nice to meet you too Rose!" She seemed like a very genuine person and I could tell right away we were going to get along.

"I wonder why it is so rowdy downstairs, that happens so rarely down here." Alice was getting prepared to head down the stairs.

"Something funny seemed to have taken place. Everyone keeps joking about 'the Swan girl and her hairy man chest' I don't really understand but sounds like this Swan girl needs to have a visit with the nearest esthetician and get a full body wax job."

Jasper's shoulders started to shake in laughter and Rose looked around confused.

I decided, hell with it. I ripped off my sweatshirt once again and watched Rose's eyes widen. I was laughing so hard I struggled to speak "Rose, sorry I did not introduced myself completely before, I'm Bella Swan. And this is my stupid tank top."

All four of us were laughing again.

"Bella, you know how I dropped Mary off of my first name after meeting you? Maybe you should shed some baggage as well. Starting with your sorority reject shirt. Then I can hang it up in this place, maybe keep it by the vodka collection on display?"

"Why not."

I stripped off the tank and tossed it to Alice and stood in the totally glass room in my shimmery pink bra. I felt the cold air and sought out my previously discarded sweatshirt.

" I feel better about myself already!"

We laughed together and Alice and Rose made their way downstairs, Jasper and I finished our drinks and chatted some more.

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