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"I don't want to go out with Jacob Black!" Bella all but yelled at her father, causing him to throw his arms up in front of him.

They were standing in the middle of the living room, facing off against each other, as they had done too many times over the last couple of months. Ever since her father had started hinting that Jacob Black was a nice boy, a good boy, the kind of boy that would take care of her. But Bella didn't want any kind of boyfriend. She already had the love of her life; she just couldn't tell him that, because he wouldn't understand that the love of her life was a woman—an older woman at that.

"I don't need a boyfriend," she added.

"Jake's a good kid, Bells."

"I'm sure he is, but I'm not interested in him, or any boy, Dad. So, just drop it already."

But as usual, he refused to drop it and said, "You need a good boy, Bella. Someone to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself," she quipped, and luckily before he could argue more with her, his phone rang and he muttered under his breath before he answered it, giving her a look before he grabbed his gun belt and bolted out on a call.

Hurrying upstairs, she grabbed her jacket and phone and headed out to her truck. She'd just been trying to plan her escape when he bombarded her with talk about her dating Jacob Black. It wasn't that she didn't like Jacob Black, but he lived on the reservation, he was a year younger than her, and thought a fun night was getting drunk and trying to talk freshman girls into sucking his dick. And Bella was not interested in his dick, or anyone else's. Not her idea of fun. Charlie Swan didn't want to accept that his only daughter wasn't interested in the son of his best friend, or that she wasn't into men at all. Not that he knew she was a lesbian. No, Bella had to keep her true self secret from him. Charlie Swan hadn't hidden his opposition to homosexuality, and while she wasn't ashamed, she wasn't ready to lose him yet.

As she headed in the opposite direction of her father, she couldn't keep the smile off her lips. A common reaction when she was on her way to see her. Her body was already tingling, and she fought the urge to drop her hand between her legs and touch herself just at the thought of being with her again. It'd been two days since she saw her last, but only a few hours since she heard her voice. And she longed to hear her say her name again, longed to feel her hands on her body, feel her lips pressed against hers.

Bella parked and blew out a deep breath before she climbed out and headed inside. She was careful not to get caught. It wasn't the first time she'd snuck in, and it wouldn't be the last. As Edward had said that afternoon, getting caught was part of the thrill.

She paused outside of her office, looking around before she pushed open the door and let herself into the room. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the desk where a dress box sat. Prying off the lid, Bella picked up the dress folded neatly inside. She bit her lip before she stripped off her jacket, grey T-shirt and jeans, and slipped the blue, silky dress that hugged every inch of her body perfectly, as she knew it would. Her girl knew exactly what to leave for her. Adding the pair of black, patent leather heels that had also been left on the desk, she sat on top and crossed her legs.

Her heart was racing as she picked up her phone and sent a simple text that said, "I'm waiting."

She inhaled a deep, calming breath as she locked her eyes on the door, waiting for it to open. Barely three minutes had passed when she heard the doorknob turn and when it opened, she saw the most beautiful woman she had ever seen standing in the doorway. Tall, slender with long caramel colored hair that curled around her delicate face, Dr. Esme Platt had turned her entire world upside down and sideways. They'd been seeing each other for almost six months, six of the most amazing, passionate months of her young life.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Esme stepped into the room and closed the door. "I had a patent come in with —"

"Did I ask for excuses?"

Esme quickly shook her head, shifting her eyes to the floor.

"That's what I thought." Bella climbed off the desk and walked over to her, placing her hand under Esme's chin, tilting her head back. "I missed you."

Esme smiled. "I missed you, too. So much. The last few days. . ."

"Longest ever." Bella slid her fingers along the side of her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Do you have time?"

She nodded. "I made time."

"That's my good girl." Bella leaned on and pressed her lips against Esme's, starting slowly but moving with more urgency as her fingers made their way to the back of her head, tangling in the lock, silky locks of her hair. Pulling her lips away from Esme, she brought her other hand up to her shoulder and gently nudged her forward. "Follow me."

"Anywhere," she breathed softly and began to follow Bella as she stepped backward to the black suede sofa with bright yellow pillows.

When Bella felt her legs hit the sofa, she released her grip on Esme's hair and reached up, sliding the dress over her body, letting it pool on the floor. Esme's eyes drifted over her nude body, seeing as Bella didn't see the point in wearing panties anymore. Why should she when sooner or later, her lover would find her way between her legs. She always did, even though their relationship was complicated.

"Undress."

Reaching up, Esme shrugged off the white doctor's coat and let it flop onto the floor. Her fingers raised to the buttons on the red silk blouse, undoing them one by one before slipping the garment off her shoulders, letting it fall onto the floor. She was wearing a black, lacy bra that barely contained her supple breasts. Bella wanted to wrap her lips around her nipples, feel her writhing beneath her as she manipulated her body, but right now, she was too busy ogling her beautiful, sensual curves.

"Faster," Bella ordered, and Esme moved her hands to the back of her black skirt, letting it fall to the feet. She stepped out of it and reached behind her, but stopped when Bella put her hand up. "Turn around, love."

Esme did as she was told and Bella reached up and unclasp her bra herself, letting it fall onto the floor. She placed her hands on Esme's shoulders and slid her fingers lightly down her back, feeling the way Esme shivered from her touch. As Bella reached the stop of her black panties, that hugged the perfect curvatures of her ass, Bella leaned forward and pressed her lips against the side of her neck as she peeled them slowly over her hips, down her legs and helping her to step out of them so she was naked and stunningly sexy.

"You're so fucking beautiful, love."

"Thank you," Esme whispered, the simple words coming out breathy. "I need to touch you."

Bella laughed against her skin. "Is my girl getting greedy?"

"Yes," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Please, let me touch you."

"Who am I to deny you what you want the most?"

Esme turned and faced her before reaching up and cupping Bella's breasts. They weren't as big as Esme's, which she commented on the first time they were together. Bella brought her hand up to the side of Esme's face, stroking her cheek before she sat down on the couch, spreading her legs for her lover.

Esme smiled before she knelt in front of her, wrapping her fingers around her thighs and tugging her down and pushing her legs apart. She leaned down and started kissing her way up her thighs, but instead of licking her pussy, like a good girl should, she moved her mouth to the other leg and proceeded to kiss up that leg.

"Enough teasing, love. I need you to taste me."

"Now who's being greedy?"

"Are you being cheeky?" Bella asked, sitting up.

"No," Esme replied quickly. "Sorry."

"That's what I thought. If you don't want to eat my pussy, just say so. I can get dressed and leave."

"Don't leave!" Esme all but shouted. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you, love. Ever, but you know better than that." Bella leaned back and spread her legs again. "Now, you know what I want."

Esme once again wrapped her hands around Bella's thighs and pushed her legs apart. She wet her lips with her tongue before she leaned in and gave her pussy, a slow, deliberate lick. Bella couldn't keep from tangling her fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth firmer against her, needing her to lick her harder and faster.

Esme knew exactly what she wanted, how she wanted it, and she didn't disappoint. Her girl never disappointed her, though. The way she sucked and nibbled, licked every inch of her pussy until she was writhing with need, lifting her hips to her lover's most willing mouth. The ache inside her was building, and she knew she was close. Just looking at her love had her aching with need, and feeling her mouth on her pussy had her trembling with desire.

Bella pulled Esme's hair harder as she body shook and she found herself filling her mouth with her generous release. Her chest was heaving as Esme leaned away, looking up at her for approval. Bella smiled and stretched her hand out to her. "Come here, love."

Esme stood and straddled her, her wet pussy rubbing against her thighs.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'll never find out," Esme murmured, placing her hands on either side of Bella's face. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Bella slid her hands across her thighs, gliding her hand along her glistening pussy, the warmth coating her fingers. "Lift up."

Esme pushed up on her knees, giving her access to her pussy.

"Sit."

She whimpered as she sat down, taking Bella's fingers inside of her. "Oh, my God."

"Does that feel good?"

Esme nodded as she started shifting her hips back and forth, up and down, taking her fingers deeper into her. "You always know how to make me feel good."

"Because you're mine, right? You belong to me, don't you?"

"I . . . I do," she breathed heavily fucking herself on Bella's fingers. "Just you. Only you."

"That's right, love; only me." Bella leaned up and wrapped her free arm around her, pressing the fronts of their bodies together. "You're close, aren't you?"

Esme nodded, her chest heaving. "Can I . . . can I cum? Please, can I cum?"

"Yes, love. Cum for me."

Esme's pussy tightened around her fingers and she found her release. Bella slipped her fingers from inside of her and brought them to her lips, licking each and every finger clean.

"Delicious. If we had more time, I'd lick your pussy dry."

Esme whined, leaning her forehead against hers. "Stupid job."

"Yeah, stupid job." Bella placed her hands on her hips. "I don't like being away from you."

"I don't like being away from you, either," she admitted. "I'm just not ready for people to know that I'm a lesbian."

"I know," she sighed. "I'm willing to wait, Esme. You're worth it."

"I am?"

Bella nodded, leaning in and pressing her lips against hers, but before she could deepen it, Esme's pager went off. With a sigh, she released her and motioned for her to stand up, which she did. Bella followed and they began to dress. Bella had just folded the dress Esme had left for her and placed it inside the box, her attention was drawn to a silver picture frame, or mostly the man inside the picture frame with his arm around Esme. Tall and sexy with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes, he was wearing a black suit, white shirt with the top two buttons undone, and she was wearing a red, strapless dress that hugged her curves.

"I didn't know you were married to Coach Cullen." Bella turned and looked at Esme. "You are, aren't you?"

She nodded. "For almost three years."

"You don't use Cullen as your last name."

She smiled weakly. "I want my own identity, so I use my maiden name. Professionally, at least."

Bella nodded. "I see."

"He knows that I am attracted to women, he just doesn't know I've fallen in love with one yet. I don't want to hurt him, especially when I'm not exactly ready for anyone to know I'm a lesbian."

"I just didn't realize I was fucking the wife of one of my teachers."

"I wasn't sure you'd still want me if you knew," she admitted, shame filling her features.

Bella bit her lip before she walked over and slid her arms around her. "I will always want you to be my girl, love. Always, and I won't let anyone take you away from me."

Esme's pager went off again, and she groaned as she dug it out of the pocket of her white doctor's coat. "There's an emergency in the E.R. I have to go."

"Call me tomorrow?"

"Of course." Esme pressed her lips against hers. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible," she snickered before she turned and hurried to the door. She paused and looked back at Bella before she opened the door and walked out of the office.

Bella finished getting dressed and placed her dress and shoes back into the bottom drawer of Esme's desk, where it was always kept. As she made her way out of the hospital and climbed back into her truck, she dug her phone out of her jacket pocket and found Edward Masen's name and clicked on a the message button and sent him a text that said: Meet me in the locker room. Ten minutes.

She cranked her truck on and had just put on her seat belt when her phone chimed with a message from Edward asking who was texting him. She laughed and told him it was her and to meet her at the locker room, that both of their secrets were on the line. Barely a second went by before he replied with a simple: fine.

Ten minutes later, Bella was standing in the middle of the boys' locker room with her arms folded in front of her. The door opened and she saw Edward standing there, his hair a mess and he was wearing a pair of Homer Simpson pajama pants and a blue and black hoodie.

"What's so important that I had to sneak out at almost midnight, Swan? And when did you get my number?"

"Close the door," she said, gesturing to the door behind him. "And I got it from Jessica Stanley first day of school, when she asked me to ask you if you like her as you know, more than a friend. Needless to say I didn't encourage the skank."

Edward snorted as he stepped into the room and closed the door. "Girl just can't take a fucking hint, can she?"

"She's a dumbass, that's for sure, but that's not why I wanted to talk to you."

Edward nodded. "Did you tell someone about me and Carlisle?"

"No," she denied. "I told you I wouldn't, and I won't."

"Then what was so important I had to rush down here? I was . . . I was on the phone with him, if you catch my drift."

"Was it good?" she asked.

"Yeah," he murmured, nodding and even in the dimly lit locker room, she could see the way his cheeks turned red. "Now what was so important?"

"Look, I don't know how to tell you this, so just let me get it all out, okay?"

Once again, Edward nodded.

"I want you to be my boyfriend."

Edward's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, but what? You want me to be your boyfriend?"

"I do."

"Okay, Bella, just this afternoon, you told me you're a lesbian, and now, now you want me to be your boyfriend? Last time I checked being a lesbian meant you weren't into dick, just pussy."

Bella laughed and put her hands up. "You know how I told you I was seeing someone, but she's older and it's complicated?"

"Yes," he said, slowly.

"Well, imagine my surprise when I found out that my girlfriend is Carlisle Cullen's wife."

Edward's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, she's who?"

"You heard me."

"How do you know?"

"Because I saw their picture in her office when I went to . . . visit her at the hospital. She's a doctor, and so fucking hot. A tongue that makes my pussy tingle just thinking about her nestled between my legs."

Edward gagged. "Eww."

"Sorry. Point is, I saw their picture on her desk, and put two and two together. She says he knows that she's attracted to women, but she's not ready to come out of the closet, so to speak, and I was thinking if you and I pretend to be a thing, Jessica Stanley would leave you alone. I could cover for you when want to be with him, and you could, I don't know, return the favor when I want to be with her."

Edward folded his arms in front of him. "So, we'd be each other's gay beards?"

"Essentially." Bella sighed. "Look she's important to me, and clearly, you and Coach Cullen are close."

"He's the love of my life, Bella."

"She's the love of mine, Edward, and this, I don't know, this could make it easier for both of us."

Edward dropped his hands to his hips. "Fine. Okay. I mean, if it gets Jessica from asking me out every fucking day."

Bella grinned. "Yeah, well, better than your dad trying to hook you up with the son of his best friend because, in his words, you need a good boy, Bella. Because in Charlie Swan's world, Jacob 'suck my dick' Black is a good boy."

"Eww, Jacob Black?"

Bella nodded.

Edward gagged again. "That dude is nasty. He will stick his dick in anyone."

"No shit. So, you understand why I need you to be my boyfriend, right?"

"Should have just led with Jacob Black, Swan."

"Yeah, yeah." Bella checked her phone. "Shit, it's almost one. Dad's gonna be home soon. I gotta go. I'll meet you in front of the school in the morning, okay?"

"I'll pick you up."

She raised an eyebrow.

"If we want people to believe we're a couple, we should ride to school together. That's what straight couples do, right?"

Bella laughed. "Fuck if I know, Masen, I've only been with chicks."

Edward laughed. "Fair enough, Swan. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Deal, and, Edward, thanks."

"You're welcome, I guess."

Bella managed to beat her father home and stripped off her clothes, climbing into bed when she saw his headlights shine through the window. She rolled onto her side and picked up her phone, unlocking it and scrolling through her pictures until she stopped at her favorite picture of her and Esme. They were sitting on beach, Esme in front of her with her arms wrapped around her. Esme truly was the love of her life, and just hopefully, she'd be able to spend the rest of her life with her.

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