Author Note: Thanks for the great response to this story!

A Guest questioned Edward the English teacher asking, "Where is your head at?" in the prior chapter. It's not technically correct grammar, and I doubt he'd use that in writing, but it's very Midwestern, especially the Chicago area.

Teasers for guessing the chapter title from Starship went to: garddita17, EdwardsFirstKiss, AbruptlyChagrined, edwardisaputz, tawelephant, k8ln713, Taylor9901, sully527, Hannah9231, NKubie, LuvinTwilight143, TrulyOutrageous, and dawnhybb. Grace Slick was 47 years old when the song from the movie Mannequin hit #1 in 1987.

Thanks again to moosals for pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.

Chapter 28 – Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

I open my eyes to a bright and sunny morning. And the feeling that I really need to pee.

I pop out of Edward's bed and make my way to the bathroom, washing my hands and then brushing my teeth when I'm finished. When I step back into the bedroom, Edward is sitting up on the bed, scrubbing his hands over his stubbly face.

"Good morning," I smile.

"Have I ever told you how good you look in my t-shirts?"

Despite everything we did last night, just that simple compliment has my face flaming. "No, I don't think you have."

I walk over toward the bed, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Do you want to shower with me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Would this be a… recreational shower?" I grin.

"Most definitely," he grins back, sliding his legs out from under the covers.

While Edward is using the bathroom, I dig today's outfit from my overnight bag and set the clothes on his dresser.

I hear the shower turn on and then he opens the door, motioning for me to join him. Stepping inside the shower, I stand under the spray while he squirts my strawberry-scented body wash into his hands. He very thoroughly lathers me up, paying extra special attention to my breasts.

Once I've returned the favor, we each wash our hair — I finally bought some of my brand shampoo and conditioner to keep here. While I'm rinsing out the conditioner, Edward sneaks behind me, pulling and tugging at my nipples.

Turning my head when I'm finished, I capture his lips in a kiss, my hand drifting down his chest and stomach to tug at his cock.

"Put your leg up on the seat," he suggests, and I bite my lip as he sinks to his knees. Spreading me open wide, he puts his mouth on my slit, his lips and tongue rapidly working me into a frenzy.

Before I can get all the way there, he pulls away and stands up. "I'm too old for this," he whines. "My knees don't appreciate the hard floor."

"Big baby," I laugh. I had no issues with it.

"Turn around."

I turn to face the wall, and Edward lifts my leg onto the seat again. Bracing my hands on the wall, I feel the BDE positioned at my entrance. He slides inside then slowly pulls out again.

Hands on my hips, he continues to fuck me until I'm whimpering and crying out and my knees start to buckle. Spinning me around, he lifts me up, pinning me to the shower wall with his body as he guides himself inside me again.

"Oh!" I yell out. Oh hell, why haven't I let him do this before? It reminds me of the day back in October when Edward and I made out against the wall in his office.

Looking down, I can see that huge dick disappearing inside me over and over again. It's fascinating to watch.

"You like watching me fuck you?" he asks, biting at my lip.

"Mmmm…" I'm too incoherent to say anything else.

When I come, it's just as earth-shattering as I expected. Edward groans loudly before freezing in place, buried deep inside me.

Very slowly, he pulls away and lowers my feet to the ground, holding on to me in case I can't quite stand yet. Once I'm feeling more stable, I wash away any mess.

"Holy hell," I moan as he turns the water off. "Why haven't we done that before?"

"I think you were too sore the last time I suggested it," he chuckles, handing me a fluffy towel.

"Oh yeah… too bad."

I step out of the shower, continuing to dry off, then pick up my clothes from the dresser and get dressed.

"Must you?" I complain when I see what Edward is wearing.

"What?" he asks in confusion, looking down at himself.

"Sweatpants? Where I can see the entire outline of your dick?"

"You can't possibly want my dick again," he says wryly, throwing on a t-shirt.

"Well… not right this second," I agree.

He pulls me close, distracting me with a kiss as he slaps my ass. "You and your leggings are just as bad. But I've worked up a different kind of hunger, so… feed me."

"Bossy!" I call over my shoulder, sauntering down the hallway.

I open the fridge first to take inventory, but there are only a couple of eggs — not enough to make omelets or anything like that. Next, I open the pantry, looking for who knows what. When I spot a box of Bisquick and a fresh bottle of maple syrup, I decide to make pancakes.

While the griddle is heating up, I mix up the batter and Edward sets the table. I pour out enough for two pancakes then stand watching them to see when it's time to flip them.

"This is nice," Edward says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He nudges my hair out of the way, placing a warm kiss on my neck. "I like waking up with you."

"Me too."

"Maybe… we could do it all the time?"

I spin around so fast I nearly knock both of us over. "Y-you mean… live together?"

He nods. "Not right away," he hurriedly clarifies. "Next Fall, maybe. Once I've got a new job and it won't seem suspicious for the two of us to have the same address."

"My mom would have a conniption," I chuckle, turning around to check the pancakes. I flip them over, then turn back to Edward. "Are you serious?" I'm not really sure how I feel about his suggestion while I'm still in school. Not to mention, I enjoy living with Alice and Jake.

"Yes, I'm serious," he replies with a smile. "I don't envy you the task of telling your mother though."

Smacking his arm, I turn back to the griddle to see if the pancakes are done. "Hand me a plate, please."

Once I've got two pancakes on a plate for Edward, I start making two of my own. He's nearly done with his plate before I sit down to pour the maple syrup on mine.

"I suppose you're going to tell me to make my own if I want more, huh?"

"I hope you were watching me closely," I grin. "I did the hard part and measured out the ingredients."

A few minutes later, Edward sits back down with a plate of slightly over-browned — but acceptable — pancakes.

"Where'd you learn to cook?" he asks.

"My mom was a horrible cook, so as soon as I could read the instructions, I was using the microwave to heat up meals for myself. When I moved in with my dad, I found he wasn't a very good cook either. The wife of one of his coworkers taught me a few things, and the rest I learned at school," I shrug.

"They still teach Home Economics?"

"Yeah," I nod, "only they don't call it that any more. It's called FACS — Family and Consumer Science."

He just stares at me for a moment. "You're not serious."

"Oh, I am!" I grin. "I wouldn't say I have any special skills, but I can follow a recipe. My mom took cooking lessons at a local grocery store and that really helped her. I'd like to do that myself, but a more advanced class. Maybe next summer when I'm not busy with school.

"I should get Alice to sign up with me, too. Her family had a private chef so she knows nothing." I suppose she'd have to start with a beginner's class though.

Edward laughs. "I suppose my family would've been considered well off, but we didn't have a private chef — just a housekeeper who came every two weeks. Clearly I need to sign up for some kind of maid service," he grins.

"Your house isn't that bad," I argue. "You just never make your bed."

He laughs again. "Less to do when it's time to go to sleep."

Once we've finished eating, I let Edward take care of loading the dishwasher, while I sit and watch his ass in those sweatpants.

"You know I've been thinking," he begins. "Maybe when you're ready to come back from Chicago, if the timing works out, we can stop in Jacksonville and have dinner with my parents?"

My eyes widen. "M-meet your parents?" I stutter.

"Well, I'm supposed to meet your mom and stepdad this week, right?" he chuckles.

"I-I guess. I've never 'met the parents' before," I admit, using air quotes. "Do you think they'll like me?

Edward walks over to me and grabs my hands, pulling me to my feet. "Of course they will," he assures me, smiling softly. "I think you'll have a much easier time with them than I will with your mother."

"And my father?"

He cringes. "Yeah, about that… I don't think I should meet him over Christmas. If we postpone it as long as possible, I think we have plausible deniability for when our relationship actually began — assuming he remembers me, that is."

"Dad's a cop, remember? He will."

"Mostly likely," he nods. "So when do you need to leave?"

"Mom wants me home by dinner time."

He looks up at the clock hanging over the sink. "It's not quite noon."

"Plenty of time," I grin, squeezing his hands. "I just want to celebrate the fact that for the first time, we're not doing anything wrong. You're no longer my teacher."

"You're insatiable."

"Are you complaining?"

"Not a bit," he says, shaking his head. He tugs on my hands, leading me out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the bedroom.

"Was there something in particular you had in mind? Any fantasies you want to live out?" he asks, eyes sparkling.

Smiling, I sink down to my knees, then tug Edward's sweatpants and boxers down. He's not hard, but I'm sure that can be remedied quite easily.

"I want to learn to deep throat your monster cock."

"Bella," he chuckles, "I've told you that you don't have to do that."

"I know," I smile, looking up at him. I lick my palm — which tastes faintly of maple syrup — then grasp his dick in my hand, sliding it up and down a few times. "It's like magic," I grin as it begins to harden.

Leaning forward, I lick the tip, then suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around. I lick around every side of his shaft until it's nice and wet, then squeeze it in my hand a few times as I suck on the head. Hard as a freakin' rock. And once again, I can feel myself getting wetter at just the thought that I can give him so much pleasure.

"Just relax," Edward says, putting one hand lightly on the back of my head. "Open your mouth."

I open it wide, letting him gently fuck my mouth. He doesn't try to shove more than a few inches inside though, so it's never more than I can handle. At some point, I realize that I'm taking in more and more of his dick with each pass. I try to stay relaxed and breathe through my nose, slow even breaths.

And… then he goes too far. I immediately gag, coughing once he's quickly withdrawn. Maybe I shouldn't have tried this so soon after breakfast.

"Are you all right, baby?"

"Yes," I gasp out.

"I'd say you got at least six inches without gagging," he says, wrapping his fingers around his dick to show me. "I think you'll get there someday. Maybe we can find a dildo my size at a sex shop so you can practice."

I look up at Edward, giving him the evil eye before scrambling to my feet. "Do they actually sell dildos that big?"

"I'm sure they do," he chuckles, stripping out of the rest of his clothes. "You're not the only woman with a big dick fetish."

"I do not have a fetish!"

"Suuuuure," he says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Watch it or I'm gonna leave you with blue balls."

"You know I know how to take care of that on my own."

I glare at him.

"Get over here and get on my dick," he orders, laughing.

Just for that, I take my time stripping out of my clothes, leaving my bra and panties for last. Edward is still on the edge of the bed, lightly stroking his dick. I climb onto his lap, straddling him while sitting a few inches away from his needy dick.

Reaching out, I grasp it in my hand and give it a few tugs before getting to my knees and placing it at my entrance. Slowly, I slide down, relishing the feeling of him filling me.

"Lean back," Edward suggests, hands poised along my lower back to keep me from falling. He's able to use his feet on the floor for leverage to make long slow thrusts that threaten to drive me insane.

After a few minutes, he lifts me to a sitting position and scoots back further onto the bed. I sink down on him again, letting him help me to move as I take what I need from his body. I'm writhing shamelessly as I chase my orgasm, long past any shyness I used to feel when we're like this.

"C-close," I groan, and he speeds up his efforts, sending both of us over the edge.

I collapse forward onto Edward's torso, lying there blissfully as he rubs my back gently. Finally I lean my chin on his chest, looking up at him.

He smiles at me, tracing the shape of my lips with one finger. "I love you."

"You have to say that," I reply tiredly, rolling off of him. "I nearly deep-throated your monster cock," I boast.

Edward laughs. "You had at least two inches left, so don't go exaggerating now."

I lean in to kiss his pouty lips. "I love you too."

The sound of the doorbell chiming startles us both.

"Who could that be?" I whisper, as if whoever is at the door can hear us. "My car is in your driveway!"

"I doubt it'd be anyone from school," he replies, sitting up. Finding his clothes on the floor, he steps into them. "I'll close the door, but… you might want to get dressed."

"Leave it open a crack so I can hear," I suggest, and he nods his agreement.

Once he's gone, I rush to the bathroom to clean up, then grab my clothes as I go to stand behind the door.

"Tanya!" I hear Edward's voice ring through the house. Oh shit!

A/N: So Tanya's come for a visit! What could she want?

Bella is 70% of the way there in her quest to deep throat the monster cock, haha!

My friend's daughter really did take Family and Consumer Science in middle school. I laughed so hard.

There's going to be a (hopefully) short delay before the next chapter. I had an original path planned for the story, but then changed it. Unfortunately, in three months I couldn't get inspired enough to write even one full chapter of the second idea, so I've gone back to my original idea. I just can't manage to get anything written during the week. I'm about 40% of the way through the next chapter, and then it has to go off to moosals for pre-reading. I'm going to a concert again Saturday night (saw U2 last Friday), but hopefully I can make progress this weekend. Thanks for your patience.

No teaser this time since the chapter doesn't have a title yet.