Chapter 6: White Hoodie

If this is what people mean when they talk about the consequences of global warming, then there must be some truth to the whole damn thing. The shift in weather from this morning to this afternoon has been just ridiculous. The bright sunny sky became wet and gloomy in a matter of minutes and before I know what's happening, rain is falling like it's the monsoon. The rain drops pelting my face feel like shards of ice and I'm frozen through. My clothes are soaked so thoroughly they're slicked to my body like second skin. Shivering, I curse my decision to walk home. Why did I think walking home would be a good idea?!

I had been late getting out of school, yet again, thanks to the after school biology classes I'm being forced to take in order to improve my failing grade. By the time I had left, the parking lot was all but empty. So when I turned the key and my truck didn't sputter into life it normally does, it's not like I could have asked one of my friends for a ride. Getting out of my truck in frustration I had realised my options were limited. I could either call Charlie and ask him for a ride or walk home. Calling Charlie meant not only disturbing him at work, which I had never done, but also waiting at the school for him to come pick me up. In the interest of not wanting to spend an extra minute on campus, I had decided to walk home. After all, the weather had been so nice.

All thoughts of the sunny skies topping up my tan were long forgotten now though. I regretted taking off my cardigan and socks before I had set off from school and now I was far too wet to want to stop and get them out of my bag. A car drives past me splashing my already wet body with freezing cold water. As I curse at the driver, I see it stop and reverse back up the road. Uh oh. The tinted passenger side window rolls down and with a sigh of relief I see Edwards face leaning over from the drivers side.

"Bella? What are you doing walking in this weather?!" He yells over the rain "Get in." I get into the car without a seconds hesitation, shivering as I drip over the expensive looking interior.

"Why on earth are you walking in this downpour?" he asks turning the heating up to full when he notices I can barely speak because of my chattering teeth.

He waits patiently for a response as I warm up. When I feel like I can speak without biting my tongue off, I explain. He nods in understanding noticing my wet clothes are still making me shiver.

"Here," he says, reaching into the back seat and pulling a towel and a white hoodie jacket out of what I assume is his gym bag. "You should probably change so you don't get pneumonia or something." Taking the jacket gratefully, I make quick work of undoing my wet blouse and unclipping the bra. Sliding off my wet skirt and thong, I pass the items to him and dry my self as well as I can in a car seat and put on the jacket, zipping it up. Edward throws my clothes into the open gym bag in the back seat, but not before giving my body an appreciative glance. Even in my almost frozen state I had definitely noticed how Edwards eyes roamed my body as I dried it. When he is satisfied I am not going to freeze, and that I am indeed warming, he pulls back onto the road.

It's been over a week since I had seen him. Shockingly, Tanya has been home so they haven't needed me to babysit. We haven't had the opportunity to speak about all that had happened on Sunday. You know, when we almost did it. We make small talk as he drives us home, I huff as he makes fun of me being bad at biology.

"Bella, we should talk about what happened on Sunday." The abruptness of the topic takes me by surprise. My mind drifts back to our lazy Sunday afternoon and I smile.

"Not that part," he continues seeing the smile forming on my face, "The part where we almost got caught by Tanya." His words have a sobering effect and I understand he wants to have a serious conversation. The uncertainty of this conversation makes me uncomfortable. What if he doesn't want to fool around with me anymore? What if he's calling this off? I decide to be aloof.

"Exciting, wasn't it, having you wife almost catch us with your face between my legs." I know I've said the wrong thing when I see his fingers tighten on the steering wheel. He suddenly jerks the car to the side and pulls off the road towards a clearing, coming to a stop.

We sit there in silence. His breathing heavy as he tries to calm down. After a beat passes he takes his hands off the wheel and turn towards me. He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

"I'm sorry…I…I shouldn't have said that." I say apologetically. He closes his mouth letting me speak. I turn towards him in my seat and continue. "I feel horrible about what almost happened." My mind flashes back to Sunday.

Sunday...

We had been lucky yet again. The shrill of the phone ringing had made Edward pull his mouth away from my southern lips, a place it had reached not too long ago. It was Tanya. She had called to say she was fifteen minutes away and asked if Edward was home since Anthony was being fussy. Needless to say, that phone call meant the end of our naked play date as we scrambled to get our clothes and straighten up the place so there was no sign of what we had been doing. After we were both dresses again and I had a towel wrapped around my sheer bikini, we had decided it was best for me to head home before Tanya arrived. With a final kiss, I had made my way home.

"Bella, we need to really talk about what is happening here. What we're doing is a little more than just a few kisses and few touches." He says, referencing the words I'd spoken to him on Sunday. "This situation has the potential for some serious miscommunication. I need to know we're both on the same page and we understand each others expectations."

"This is just fun. Nothing more." I respond, saying the words abruptly, grabbing at the opportunity for transparency. I needed him to know that I want nothing more from him. I'm not looking for a relationship from him. Nor am I expecting him to end things with Tanya to be with me. I want nothing of the sort. As selfish as it sounds, I only want him for his body and the pleasure we can give each other. And that is exactly what I tell him. I see his shoulders relax, as he lets out a sigh of relief. Oh yeah, we're on the same page.

"I won't lie, the thrill of it all makes it that much more exciting for me." I have nothing to lose after all, I think selfishly. "It's exciting knowing I'm with someone I shouldn't be. That I've seduced someone I shouldn't. It's hot. It's the ultimate fantasy. Hot DILF seduced by naughty babysitter."

With a small smile he shakes his head. "Is that what this is? You fulfilling your fantasy?"

"Isn't what you're doing the same?" I reply, arching my brow at him with a smirk. "I mean, come on, what man doesn't have a naughty school girl fantasy. What man doesn't have a babysitter fantasy? "

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Chuckling he reluctantly agrees. "So, we're both clear then, this is nothing but some casual fun." He smiles at me agreeing with me as I nod my head.

"The fact I'm a terrible human being for cheating on my wife and corrupting the youth of an innocent teenager is something we're just going to acknowledge and ignore is it?!" He suddenly exclaims. Oh boy.

"Whatever personal demons you have about this scenario, you need to let them go." I say exasperated. "Racking yourself in guilt isn't going to do anything. I'm not judging you, you're not judging me and nobody else knows. So what's the point of beating yourself up?" A moment passes as he processes my words.

"Besides Dr Cullen," I say seductively, "Innocent I can assure you, I am not." I tell him. I'm done with this conversation. We both know where we stand. Leaning towards him, I bring my hands to the zipper of the jacket covering my body. "I am however, really, really warmed up." I start to slide the zipper down and slowly peel the two halves apart revealing my naked body to him. Just like that, our mouths are one and I can't quite tell who started the kiss.

A few minutes later, he pulls away, his hands still stroking from the outside of my tigh to my naked tits. His eyes take in my body and a moment later flash to the dashboard and take in the time.

"I should get you home. It's getting late and this rain doesn't look like it's going to ease up anytime soon." He says with a smile and pulls back onto the road after I nod. I decide to leave the zip undone as he drives us home. The way his eyes take me in every now and then, I can tell he doesn't mind.

I do, however pull the two halves together and do up the zip when we turn into our road. The lights are on in his house which means his wife is home. The darkness in my house means I've made it back before Charlie. He pulls into his garage and turns off the car.

"Tanya's home." He says needlessly as he grabs his gym bag with my clothes in them and gets out of the car. I do the same and close the door quietly as he walks around to my side. Wordlessly I pull out my socks from my own bag and put them on. Taking the hoodie off I slide into my now somewhat damp uniform and pull my cardigan on. Grabbing my thong and bra, I shove them in my bag meeting his eyes.

"No point putting these on now." I say with a smirk quietly as we walk towards the side door. He gives me a quick peck on the lips at the door and his hand pinches my ass under the skirt.

"Thanks for the hoodie." I whisper throwing it at him with a grin and make my way out the side door towards my house.

A/N: Hi all, sorry for the long delay. I had written this chapter then forgot my login details! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for the messages, reviews and follows. Please leave your opinions and don't forget to review. Would anyone be interested in reading an EPOV? Also, would you like a set posting schedule? Hope you're all having a nice weekend. ~WTNC