Author's Note: So I started writing this story one afternoon when I was feeling particularly lascivious. I thought it'd be fun to write a Bella who was so overtly naughty. There's so many stories about guys who are forward, but what about having a strong female who takes the lead? If you have any ideas you'd like to see played out, feel free to let me know. This Bella will surely be up for the challenge.

Let the story begin...

I stared at the cucumber across from me in yearning. It was just lying there, all green and innocent, peeking out at me from some random girl's lunch bag. I mean really, who the fuck would bring a cucumber for lunch? And it wasn't even sliced or anything! Just long and thick and firm and…

Shit.

I scowled at my own lunch as my traitorous mind imagined how it would feel sliding into me. The shape reminded me of a dick and my panties started to get damp at the thought. It would be easy to coerce the girl into trading for it. I could probably buy her a salad or some other healthy shit and be locked in the restroom in less than five minutes.

I bounced my legs restlessly under the table. It wouldn't be a good way to start my 'reformation' and my therapist would be disappointed, which would translate into more sessions with the harpy. Tuesdays at four were more than enough, thank you.

I pushed the mush on my tray around dejectedly. It's already been a whole fucking week without sex and damn if I wasn't feeling the effects. Abstinence – how I loathed that word. Ever since my mother had discovered that I had been running my own porn site, she had immediately shut it down and sent me packing to my father. It probably didn't help that her boyfriend had been a subscriber, which is how she had learned of my business in the first place.

But what the fuck did she expect? At least I had a job and it paid damn well. Renee just clung to Phil like a parasite, desperate for him to save her from poverty. He was only in minor league baseball and I couldn't imagine him being anything more.

I had started the site a few months ago, after several failed attempts at getting a part-time job. Guys were always lusting after me anyways, so I figured why not bank from it? I took some risqué photos, uploaded them to my site and within a few days had a pretty solid following. My popularity increased with the addition of short videos, all featuring various acts in the nude. I couldn't believe the stuff guys got off from – "Changing a light bulb naked" had been a favorite. It was strange, but I just rolled with it.

I had also received various requests for sex clips. Some guys weren't completely satisfied with my initial videos and had wanted to see me actually having sex. That had been a brief problem at the time. I had no intention of losing my virginity to some asshole and so I had enlisted the help of a friend.

When I had told James that he could pop my cherry, the guy was fucking ecstatic. I knew he had a thing for me so, predictably, he readily agreed.

Since the success of our first video, James and I had been at it like rabbits. After the pain of having my hymen brutally ruptured, I can honestly say that I had thoroughly enjoyed myself. Who knew a dick could feel so good? I had always thought it was a fairly worthless organ, especially with the way it just dangled about helplessly, but now I found myself fascinated by it.

I had become addicted to sex.

James had been happy to provide for my needs, but now that I had been condemned to Forks, I lacked an outlet for release and my search for a new partner hasn't been going well. Was there something in the water that made all the guys here ugly and retarded? I swear, the next yuppie loser to…

Well fuck me seven ways to Sunday.

"Who is that?" I asked aloud without meaning to, staring at a guy who was nothing short of delicious. He had wild bronze hair that gleamed under the fluorescent lights, full lips set upon a square jaw, and a body that was toned, but not ridiculously muscled.

My pussy secreted tears of joy and it was cucumber girl who answered my question.

"That's Edward Cullen," she said with disdain, "but don't bother trying to get his attention. None of us girls are good enough for him."

I ignored her in favor of watching him glide towards a table in the back. There was no other way to describe how he walked. He moved with such effortless grace that he literally gave the appearance of floating.

Edward sat down and our eyes locked from across the room. His expression seemed to be one of puzzlement while my own probably betrayed my naughty thoughts. I couldn't help it. The guy was like sex personified.

I glanced at the other people he was sitting with. They all had a similar otherworldly perfection. Why wasn't the rest of the population so blessed? Then my options for a new partner would be vast. As it was, however, I was content with simply watching my new target. James had been satisfying and our chemistry had been hot, but with Edward I had a feeling that we would be scorching.

Author's Note: Please review!