Hi guys, my very first published fan fiction story. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I am open to suggestions and criticisms. Please note Bella is seventeen and Edward is in his thirties. If you have an issues with their ages, feel free to make them older/younger in your mind. ~ WTNC

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I've been babysitting for Mr and Mrs Cullen since I was fifteen. To anyone who didn't spend as much time as I do around them, they seem like the perfect family. Supermodel looks, beautiful house, nice cars and set careers. Over the last two years of babysitting their son, Anthony, I have gotten a great insight into their relationships. Dr Cullen – or Edward as he likes to be called, is a senior doctor at the local hospital and also lectures at the university. He works hard and provides for his family. There is no doubt he loves his son to the moon and back. His drop down dead gorgeous wife Tanya used to be a model but now enjoys all the perks of being married to a wealthy man with connections. She is always attending some sort of Gala, at some sort of fashion related show or out lunching with her girls. Always dressed in the latest fashions and dripping in diamonds, there are times I think Dr Cullen is her biggest accessory.

Their son is four years old and a little ball of joy. Even at such a young age, you can tell he will grow up to inherit the family supermodel looks. I babysit for him most days, after school on weekdays and usually on weekends if Edward is working and Tanya is busy with her social life.

When I do babysit, it's often Edward who ends up getting home before Tanya. He the one I have the most interactions with, and I do not mind that one bit. He is a good looking man and the crush of many a female in town. Over the last seven months, he has also been the star in my night time fantasies.

It all started seven months ago.

I remember the way his eyes lingered on me the first evening he saw me in my school uniform. I had been late getting out of school, thanks to the makeup test I had to take after school and hadn't bothered to change. He had come home from work to see me in my white blouse and dark blue skirt. I had them paired with white knee high socks and had taken my shoes off as I relaxed on the couch. I had later realised the outline of my bra was probably visible thanks to the cardigan I had ditched. What I had realised at the time was the way his eyes had looked me up and down when he thought I wasn't looking. His eyes had drifted to my chest as he had paid me for the night.

That was when it started.

The flirting I mean.

I had started hanging around a bit longer rather than going straight home after he got back. I also took to keeping my uniform on and not bothering to change during the week. The nights I know Edward would be home before Tanya that is. Except I make sure to make adjustments to the uniform after Anthony goes to sleep. I undo just enough buttons on my tight white blouse to make the tops of boobs visible and roll my skirt up to make it shorter to give him more of my creamy white thighs to look at. I had to make an effort to break down his walls and get him to stop seeing me as the kid babysitter of his son. Little things like the clothes you wear go a long way to doing that.

His routine is so set. He comes home, goes to kiss his son – who is usually always asleep by the time his Dad arrives home. He then goes to the kitchen to fix a drink and have something to eat. This second part used to happen after he paid me and I had left. Now however, I hang around while he eats and flirt with him. I enjoy the way his eyes look at my exposed skin. He no longer hides it. The way his eyes follow my fingers as I trace my collar bone or play with the button on my blouse. The way he appreciates my long legs or look down my top as I lean on the kitchen counter in front of him while he eats. We brush past each other a lot. I do it on purpose. I like the way his hard body feels against mine. Especially when I'm not wearing a bra.

He seems to like that too. When I'm not wearing a bra. He watches my hardened nipples as I sit with him. Sometimes I sit on the table as he eats to give him a view up my skirt while I babble about school. Other times I sit by him and let my foot stroke his legs. It gives me such a thrill to push his boundaries.

I feel what I've done to him when he hugs me goodnight. That's also something which has changed. The night he had pasta and split a piece onto his thigh, I had locked eyes with him as I bent over and scooped it up with my mouth. I had then sat next to him and stroked his muscular thigh through his trousers as he finished eating. That night I had also hugged him goodnight, making sure to rub up against his hardened dick, hearing the moan he tried to hide. Now, goodnight hugs form the end of our flirtatious routines.

Today, he is eating on the couch in front to the TV. Anthony is asleep upstairs and Edward has been home for fifteen minutes. I'm slumped on the other end of the couch facing him with my legs stretched out between us. I've also taken my knee high socks off. I could easily open my legs and give him a view of the white lace thong I have on, but I haven't. Yet. A movie he hasn't seen is playing on the screen. The music suddenly changes as the actors start getting it on. I can't believe my luck. Giddy with excitement, I decide I want to push the ever disappearing boundaries some more. Subtly, I shift my position so one of my knees is now up with the foot flat on the couch and the other leg is bent flat on the couch. If Edward looked over now he would see exactly what is going on under my skirt. If he looked close enough he would see the way a wet patch is starting to form in the middle of my thong.

Keeping my eyes focused on the screen I move my hand to slowly draw circles on my thighs. As if he senses my movement, from the corner of my eye, I see Edwards eyes shift from the screen to my hand. I hear his breath hitch at the view that greets him. Not looking away from the screen, I start to slowly glide my hand up my thigh. I let out a low moan as I finally reach my pussy. I start to slide my fingers up and down my covered pussy letting out quite moans.

Knowing full well I have his full attention, I still don't take my eyes off the screen. As the bodies of the people start to artistically work together on the screen, I spread my legs wider. My skirt is no longer hiding anything, it may as well not be there. I slide my fingers up and play with the top of my thong, before dipping my hand under it. My fingers play with my pussy lips as I spread the wetness all around. As the scene on screen changes and the sex scenes passes, I close my eyes and continue to pleasure myself. My fingers get sucked into my pussy as I start to finger myself. I hear myself moaning and carry on pumping in and out imagining Edwards fingers were the ones causing me this pleasure. Knowing he is watching is turning me on so much, my hips start to buck as my left hand reaches for my nipples and starts to tweak them. I rub my clit with my thumb as I finger myself knowing I'm close to coming.

Then we hear it, a car pulling up outside.