I sighed heavily and opened my eyes. I glanced sideways to make sure she wasn't looking at me. Her hair smelled like strawberries, sweet fragrant strawberries, red like the blush of her cheeks and her lips. I wanted to just graze my lips against hers. I sighed again.
"What's wrong, Angela?" Bella asked quietly. I realized that everyone at the table was staring at me.
"Nothing," I lied. I didn't want to tell her what I was thinking. I felt my cheeks blush.
"Just ask Eric." She whispered. "I bet he will say yes to taking you to the dance.
I looked down at the table and thought of him trying to dance with me. I felt awkward and dumb. His clumsy ands around my waist. My mind then flashed to the idea of Bella in a long satin gown dacing gracefully with me. I thought of our bodies against each other, out breasts pushed together. Her brown eyes looking into mine. I sighed again long and heavy.
"He will probably say no. In fact, I know he will," I wished. I knew if i asked he would jump at the chance. Bella obviously wasn't going and I was his second choice. I shuddered. If i went to a normal highschool in a normal town I knew that I wouldn't have to hide my desire like this. I had read in a few articles about how gay and lesbian couples are recognized as acceptable in many other cities. I liked the idea of strolling down the hallway holding Bella's soft hand, or stopping to kiss before parting in front of our classes. "Besides, I think he wants to ask you"
She looked down and blushed. I knew she was thinking of Edward Cullen. Icky, mean, Icy, rude, Edward Cullen. I glanced over at their table and scowled. For once I wished I was a man. That way I could walk up to the table and punch him in the jaw. Maybe if I messed up that pretty face all the girls would stop swooning. Then I could take her in my arms and hold her tight without becoming a freak. I had just recently lived down the great locker room incident from the 7th grade. I sighed again, I felt love sick for her.
"I think I might go by myself." I lied. "You want to go with me? I don't want to miss the dance, I just don't want to go with a date." I offered. it could be a first step.
"No, I am going to seattle for the day. I really need to get some shopping done." She smiled and rose from the table to go toss her food in the garbage bin. I watcher her out of the corner of my eye and her sweater fell from her shoulder slightly and exposed her pink bra strap. I took a deep breath and smiled politely at her.
"You are going to lose you top," I said.
She smiled sweetly at me. "Thanks"
"Bella?" I asked, "Do you want to come over to my house this weekend? I could you use some help in my math. I know you are really good at it"
Her smile continued on her face, "Sure. How about Friday after school? I think Charlie is watching some game over at his friend's house. I really don't want to go, I hate sports"
"OK." I smiled back and she stepped away from the table with Mike walking tward her next class

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"I think he hates me, I don't know why." She said in despair.
"Don't take it personally, he hates everyone." I replied.
She sat down on my bed and opened her book. "Ok so what do you need help with"
I tried to think of something to say. I flipped through pages and pages pretending to look for something in the book. I closed it quickly and looked at her beautiful features. "Do you really think that Eric would go with me to the dance?" I forced out. I regretted it immediatly. "Sure, just ask him." she said indifferently.
I dared to reach my hand out and place it on her delicate thigh. My stomach notted and I tried to act like the normal teenage girl. I could do this, this could be excused as being friendly.
"Have you ever...." I said quietly and let my voice trail off. I was waiting to see what she would see me implying.
She stared at me for a moment. her brown eyes were burning into me. She lower them to the floor and blushed. "I never had anyone ask me. I would be a hazard at a dance"
I smiled at her, I was wishing there was some way I could see what she thought. Obviously she didn't catch on to my meaning. I thought of her laying across my bed moaning as I ate her sweetness. I felt myself blush at the thought as I was suddenly I was aware and my clit felt very sensitive.
"I have been to one," I smiled. I stood up and pulled her hand so she had to rise to meet me. She laughed awkwardly. I pulled her tward me and started doing the waltz with her. She stepped on my foot and I released her quickly. "Wow, you are really right about that clumsy thing"
She fell down hard on my bed and covered her eyes. "If I weren't so clumsy"
I sat down on the floor next to the bed and eyed her tentively. At this angle I could see how lovely and round her breasts were heaving slowly with each breath. What would she do if I just leaned over and kissed her softly.
"He completely hates me for no reason." She said. I grabbed her hand and held it. I thought of those fingers rubbing my clit slowly, her slender fingers plunging into me. I closed my eyes hard and tried to breath normally.
"Like I said, he hates everyone. His whole family is like that. They only like each other. In fact you should see the way Rosalie looks at him. it is obscene for her to look at him, after all they are brother and sister. Everyone says that they have orgies with each other." I thought of Rosalie and alice and I embraced in a sensual 3 way kiss with naked perfect bodies pushing against each other.
"Oh," She replied quietly.
"So you have never.... well, you know." I said and lowered my eyes to the floor.
"No. Never." said flustered. "I am seventeen and have never had a boyfriend or been out on a date."
I smiled at the idea of being her first kiss. "Me either. Well, unless you call Mike Newly my first boyfriend." I blushed "What?" she shot up in my bed.
"We were in the 1st grade, it was winter and we were playing in the ice castle during the winter festival. He said he was going to marry me and make me the queen."
"What happened?" She asked curiously. "
"He wasn't and isn't my type." I smiled. I could feel myself smolering as I thought about about her in Mike's place. Her soft lips on mine kissing below the ceiling of a castle. Her hand entwined in mine.
She pulled her hand away abruptly and she sat up. I realized I was holding her hand and running my fingers along hers. I blushed and looked at the floor.
"I gotta go," she said suddenly rising and pulling up her books in one fluid movement. Moments later I heard the front door slam and her truck engine turn over. I sighed deep and felt my wetness throbbing. I wanted her so bad. Before I knew what I was doing I had my hand massaging my crotch. My jeans felt uncomfortable as I pulled them down slowly over my hips and down to my thighs. I slipped my hand in my panies and touched the delicate folds as I thought of her and her brown hair. I could imaging the way she would look licking my folds delicately and slowly with her brown hair spilling around her face and around my hips. I rubbed slowly and pushed my fingers in fluidly in one solid movement. I felt myself moan at the wetness. I imagined this is what her pussy must feel like. I thought of her, how beautiful she must be naked. I took my other hand and ran it up my shirt under my bra. I squeezed my nipple. I felt a loud moan escape my lips. I rubbed my clit harder as I felt the tension rise and stiffen my joints. I tried to relax, but had no successs. I rubbed harder and pushed my fingers in deeper and harder. "Bella," I whispered quietly. I felt my clit pulse as I came hard and shuddered I screamed out her name hard "BELLA"
I lay on the floor for a few minutes until I heard my Mom's car in the driveway. I got up quickly and pulled of my wet panties and changed into dry ones. I hid them in the bottom of my hamper and pulled on some old sweats. I thought about her for one fleeting moment then walked down stairs to greet my mom. Maybe Jessica would come over and spend the night this weekend.