HARD to Get A naughty Twilight retelling

2. Hard to get

He was staring at me. I could feel his golden gaze as it hungrily bore into me from the top of my head, prickling down to the now warm skin of my face and neck, but then lingering on my tits...for a while.

God, my nipples were hard just thinking about it.

Playing hard to get as I was, I didn't say a word to him, trying to pay attention to Mr. Banner's lecture. Edward didn't say a word to me either. So I sat there, leaning back against the chair and puffing out my rack for his benefit, already imagining what our conversation would be like once he chose to speak. His luscious lips would be set in a lazy smile, and his eyes would dance with amusement.

"I know about you, Bella Swan," he would say. "You're quite the slut, so why don't you get on your knees and blow me?"

A rush of blood would heat my face, and I would shake my head at him in mock disgust, taking offense to this because it was not acceptable for any male to call me a slut prior to even boning me. "Why, Edward Cullen, you vulgar mother fucker." But then I would smile, already imagining the feel of his soft skin against my palm as it formed around his thick shaft. He didn't deserve it, though, so I would remove my grasp and then gesture down toward my zipper.

"You first."

Unfortunately, that's not how it played out. For the remainder of the class I heard the words blah blah mitosis, and blah blah planaria, (which I still remembered from my other school) ring in my ears, but Edward's attention remained solely focused on me. He was interested, definitely. But to the aching frustration between my legs, he said nothing. And for now I was sure as hell not going to give him the satisfaction of speaking first. I was the one playing hard to get here, NOT the other way around.

No, sirreee...I wanted Edward Cullen on his knees badly...begging, preferably with his tongue sticking out.

As I imagined myself spread-eagled across our lab table with Edward's tongue lapping at my nether regions, I began to feel Ginger down below heating up. Ginger - my nickname for my vagina and g-spot - and I have a very satisfying relationship, enjoying all manners of phallus, but she's second only to Cleopatra. Cleopatra, my beloved clit, was so much easier satisfied and had never failed me. She was indiscriminate and readily available. And with Cleo, I could go from zero to Oh God in thirty seconds flat. So, I was not surprised when good old Cleo began making her presence known and considered crossing my legs and pressing my thighs together to give her just the right friction. I could find my release right then and there in class.

And to those who think it's not possible: you just haven't had enough practice.

It could serve me two fold. For one thing, it would give my tasty neighbor a nice preview of my "oh face" and at the same time give Cleo what she needed. But, then again, I should just go use the restroom and finish myself off there. Masturbating in class – I'd already seen my former principal in Phoenix for that one. Fortunately, I wasn't suspended because Mr. Dickinson was very understanding. And he had a big dick, too.

I was already starting to breathe heavy, and I could feel the sweetness of Edward's breath close to me, playing at my ear. Say something, I wanted to tell him. Say anything! He had this scent about him which was unlike anything I'd ever smelled. It was all masculinity, and sweet, and intoxicating. The guy was a living, breathing pheromone. His gaze was biting into me hard, so very hard, and while refusing to look at him, my very vivid imagination imagined his smooth, moist index finger as it stroked and circled...I wiggled my ass in my seat a little, raising my knee...wishing I hadn't decided to wear panties today, and at the same time scooting my chair underneath the table to not be too obvious. And still I pressed and shifted...lowering and pressing...raising and rubbing...I was getting close now...and then abruptly, Edward got up and left...seconds before the bell! The fucker abandoned me before I could get off!