"I know what you are."

"Say it..."

"You're an asshole." I quipped easily, my hands wringing together as I stared this douchebag in the face.

"What?"

I sighed in exasperated annoyance.

"Listen, Edward? Is it?" I tried to be nonchalant.

I should have just pulled his pants down and hopped on his dick with how very fucking obvious I was actually acting. Of course he'd know how bad I wanted his cock in me right now. I could practically smell my own arousal.

He had his elbow leaning against my locker.

"Yes..." he muttered sullenly. "It's Edward."

"Okay, Edward. It was fun, don't get me wrong. But when you don't show up at school for a week, don't even offer a second fuck—well, that just makes you a greedy little bitch in my books."

"How?" was his confused rebuttal.

"Just...shutup, okay?" I squeaked very uncharacteristically, slamming my locker door and swinging my bag onto my shoulder so harshly that I'm pretty sure I sack whacked him with my history text book.

Ouch.

I turned on my heel and fucking skipped that bitch; finding safe solace in the library.

I dropped my book bag on a free table, not realising I was disturbing the whole fucking silent nerd sanctuary until someone threw an anatomy book at my head.

"Fucking princess," I muttered to myself, throwing Tyler Crowley his book back.

He didn't do Biology; there must be a porno drought, too. Either that, or he's too pussy to keep any in his room in case his parents found it. How embarrassing.

I was trying to focus on finding Great Expectations, perusing the shelves until I tripped over the leg of a ladder.

"Fuck sake, who the fuck, what kind of fuckin' archaic motherfucking—"

"Hello, there." Said a man's voice from up above.

I flinched so violently in shock that I was surprised he didn't think I had some form of tourettes.

"Son of a motherfu—Hi!" I said enthusiastically, my voice then quickly dying out in my throat as the librarian came down the ladder, as if God himself had jizzed this spectacular blonde beauty straight down the bosom of Earth.

"Uh...?" was my perfectly intelligent greeting.

"How are you? You must be the new addition to the student body. I'm Jasper Hale, the librarian." He said, offering his hand.

"Oh, hello..." I snickered, failing miserably at not looking like a drooling fucking retard.

"Say...are you single?" he blatantly spits out, eyes narrowed.

"Why, yes I am, Mr. Librarian." I reply.

This sounded like a crappy porno script.

"Come with me." He breathed, taking my hand quickly, and steering me out of sight into the back of the library; A-Z on American Conflict.

Nobody has come back here since the Civil War.

Did I mention I fucking loved History? And short skirts; thank the lord I'd worn one today, otherwise this would have been extremely difficult.

Backing me against a shelf, Jasper's large fingers went straight up my skirt, hooking into my panties and drawing them down my thighs before he undid his belt and slacks.

"This is the fastest courtship ritual I've ever seen." I breathe heavily.

He smirks, his hands rubbing warm circles over my ass cheeks under my skirt.

"I don't even know you." I say reluctantly, trying to regain some semblance of non-skankish behaviour.

"Well, I don't know you, either. And," he paused, running two of his fingers over my slit, my moisture coating his fingers. "It seems you're not entirely opposed to what we're about to do, anyway."

I shuddered at his touch, grasping his hard cock through his boxers as it nudged my crotch.

"Get your cock out and I'll let my cunt out," I winked mischievously.

"Such dirty words from a school girl." He grunted, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his hips, my back hitting the shelf behind me as he shoved his cock inside me.

"Fuck," I whimpered breathlessly. "Fucking hell!"

He filled me completely, a rock hard salute to my pink place. We slid together, unencumbered and unnoticed, a dirty little scene behind the French Literature.

I reached my hands behind his neck, bringing his mouth down to mine and pushing my tongue inside. He moaned, slamming into me harder, shaking the shelves with his strength. Books toppled around us and I was out of breath.

He licked up my neck, and under my earlobe as he slid in me, his thumb on my clit and rubbing vigorously as an orgasm was thundering on the horizon. His hands were on my hips and was pumping with total abandon. There is a point we got to, during our fucking, when we forgot about the noises we made, and the restraint we had to maintain while we were inside a library, not to mention, a high school. That point, right before we came, when we were like fucking race horses, galloping to the finish line; just to reach that point of ultimate sensation.

I bit down on his lip as I convulsed, he swore, but kept going. I fell almost boneless against his body as he tried to complete his adventure inside me.

He had me going for another orgasm, so I tensed my muscles enough to stay upright in his arms. He started staring at me, and I could tell he was close. I slapped him across the face.

"Argh!" he hissed. "What the hell?"

He was still thrusting into me, so I laughed. But I was panting, too, so it sort of sounded like an obese cat.

"Staved off your orgasm, didn't it? Now, I can finish my second one." I explained.

"Greedy," he chuckled, burying his face into my neck as I gripped his shoulders.

My eyes rolled back into my head, my flesh was hypersensitive as I lost control again.

I had to run to the little girl's room to clean up after that library rendezvous with Jasper-the cowboy-Hale. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to ride him again like a bad pony. Cowboy puns aside, he was a great lay. His mouth tasted like peppermints and weed.

I returned to the hallways of the school after fourth period calculus. Well, not entirely after, more like half way through. The teacher had left the class to retrieve something from her office, so all motherfucking hell broke loose. Adolescents acted like caged monkeys while they were unsupervised. I wanted to bail before they actually started throwing their shit across the room. I heard footsteps; and felt a sense of déjà vu creeping over me as I ducked into the shadows, and found a random door to open.

I stumbled into an empty class room, only to discover it was definitely occupied. By none other than the girl I knew to be Edward's sister.

Oh.

The curious thing? She was masturbating.

"Oh, shit!" she hissed, not at my presence, but at her own ministrations.

And for a second, I was thinking about turning away, but she was merely crying out with pleasure, apparently nonplussed by a stranger's presence to her grand show.

I let my fucking voyeuristic flag fly high.

I stared down at her sitting at a desk, pants down around her ankles with her panties. Her cunt was wet and dripping over her fingers, her pinkness swollen and appreciated by long strokes and rubbing from her hands.

Her blouse was halfway undone, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts, still partially obscured by her bra cups.

"Um..." I bit my lip, my eyes hooded as I stared very unabashedly.

Her eyes flickered open, and she locked them with my own, her fingers still continued to move along her slit, in her creamy entrance, over her bundle of nerves...

"Do you need help?" I dropped my bag on the floor of the room.

She didn't speak, nor did she make any movement besides what she was already doing. She just gave me a simply coy smile that had my knees buckling.

I felt like running over and burying my face into that delightfully moist pussy of hers. I walked closer and she turned her body so she was sitting sideways on the chair, her legs spread open to me as I knelt before her.

I licked my lips and groaned in ecstasy as I opened my mouth to her glorious cunt.

"Mmmm..." I hummed gratefully, savouring Alice Cullen's sensual juices as her fingers curled in my hair.

"Holy fucking shit, girl." She panted, her breath hitched and whimpering as I started to suck her clit.

I brushed my hair back behind my ear as I ate her out, her hips thrusting softly into my face as I kept going. I refused to stop; her body was tightening, convulsing and relaxing, then tightening again.

Her wetness flowed, moistening her inner thighs and my cheeks. I used my fingers, too, rubbing her clit and inserting three into her awaiting sex.

"Yes! Yes!" she squealed, her body quivering violently from side to side, her legs still and tense as she came for the third time.

I raised my head and licked my lips, hitching my skirt up around my waist. I had no underwear on already, so this was pretty fucking convenient.

Alice stepped down, shakily, from her chair, kneeling in between my legs as I lay back on the floor, my elbows holding me up.

She dragged her hand down my torso, cupping my tits and squeezing gently before she lowered her head into my pussy, her tongue hitting the exact right spot the very first time. I assumed she was an experienced twat licker, because Alice sure knew how to eat a woman out.

I was panting, clutching at my breasts, knocking chairs over with my flailing arms as she nibbled my clit, her fingers rubbing maddening circles around my dripping sex.

Her fingers slid wetly over my pussy, the moist slap of her fingers against my swollen flesh was enough to drive me to an intense orgasm alone.

That is until she combined her skilful tongue into the equation, and she played me like a fucking fiddle.

My legs were cramping from being spread out so wide, and the floor was uncomfortable to lie on; but I'd rather die than miss this spectacular opportunity.

"Oh, Alice," I groaned. "You—fuck, I…fuck, Alice, Ali—"

My voice died out in my throat, my eyes bugged out of my skull. My mouth gaped, and Alice buried her face into my cooter, lapping like a fucking kitten to milk.

I bit down on my fist, fighting the urge to scream. I did shake, though. Every muscle in my body spasms. The sight is one to behold, I'm sure.

Alice is kneeling, watching me pant and shudder.

She gripped my legs, under my knees, lifting them. I rolled onto my side, and she guided me the rest of the way until my ass was sticking out into the air. She continued to lick me out from behind, her tongue wiggling so delectably that I squealed into the linoleum about the square root of pi or some shit. I was so completely lost.

When my body couldn't handle any more, and my pussy was too sensitive for any more, I begged her to stop.

Giving my snatch one last kiss, she leant back and I lazily sat up to look at her.

"Wow," I commented lamely, wiping the sweat off my forehead and leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling.

"You're welcome," she raised a slim eyebrow.

My legs were like jello stumps as I tried to get up, onto my knees at least. Alice reached out for me, and caught my arm, pulling me down into her lap.

My clit was still throbbing relentlessly, but the pull of her vagina was too strong. Like a novelty toy, I had to have it or I'd regret it later.

I breathed her in once again, my legs on top of hers and wrapped around her hips. Our heat radiated between us, like a breath of desire.

She leaned back so she was propped on her hands, resting on the floor behind her. I pulled one leg back from behind her, lifting her left leg from the floor and tossing it over my right one, connecting her inner most points, trading ambrosia with chaotic friction.

I gripped the back of her neck, tugging her bra down so it was around her waist, and cupping her breasts in my hands as we rubbed ourselves together.

She made a high pitched moan and whimper, watching our bodies collide and slip.

We made eye contact, and I pulled her mouth to mine, our tongues playing a fucking wild hockey game.

I made her come at least twice more.