Rosalie was lying back on her bed, bored as all hell. Most people had gone back home for Christmas break; her own parents, of course, had forced her to remain in the dormitories for the festive season.

Only a few other kids were staying and she only knew one person among them.

But thinking about her was only making Rosalie even more frustrated and she clenched her teeth. Then again, these days, she was always frustrated.

It had all started with that kiss they had shared during Thanksgiving weekend. They had been the only seniors left in school and the alcohol they'd consumed had not helped matters any.

God. Just thinking about the hot, open mouthed exchange made her feel delirious with lust.

She rubbed her legs together, hoping to alleviate the ache between them. But it just made it worse.

Rosalie sighed, then steeled herself. The expression on her face was resolved. They were going to talk about that kiss, whether Bella Swan wanted to or not.

She marched over to the room opposite her own and knocked harshly on the door.

No one answered.

But Rosalie knew that Bella had to be in there. She'd heard her arriving back from the library ten minutes ago.

So she opened the door knowing that it was never locked. Walking inside, she discovered the reason that Bella had not heard her knock.

The sounds of a shower running were coming from the bathroom.

All thoughts of a confrontation flew out of Rosalie's head. She softly walked over to the shut door and pressed her ear against it.

Images of Bella naked in the shower assaulted her mind and it made Rosalie feel hotter than anything ever had before.

She slowly slid her hand into her panties and began masturbating fervently to the thought of water cascading down Bella's exquisite body.

She imagined Bella washing herself, soaping those gorgeous tits of hers. Rosalie fingered herself harder. She felt the wetness increase, only to seep down her thighs.

But it wasn't enough.

"Fuck," she grunted in frustration.

But then an idea struck her; with her free hand, Rosalie knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Bella called, a trace of panic in her voice, probably imagining an intruder in her room.

"It's Rose," she called, trying desperately to remove all traces of panting from her voice. "I need to use your bathroom. I locked myself out of my room."

"Fine."

Rosalie opened the door. The room was hot and steamy. But she could still see Bella's silhouette in the shower. She watched it and continued to vigorously masturbate.

The sounds of her pumping fingers were masked by the sloshing of the water.

Soon Rosalie's knees began to feel weak and she sunk down onto the toilet. Yanking her panties down, she shoved two fingers inside herself again. The sounds of arousal wanting to escape her mouth were becoming harder to conceal.

She leaned forward a bit and caught a glimpse of one of Bella's bare tits. God. She was sopping wet now. Rosalie added another finger into herself and moaned loudly.

"What?" asked Bella.

"Nothing."

Rosalie thrust her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy vigorously and used her other hand to roughly squeeze her own breasts.

Bella's nipples had looked hard and firm. That thought made Rosalie lose all control.

She fit all four fingers inside of herself and began fucking herself harder than she ever had before. A loud grunt escaped her and Bella heard.

"Rose? What's wrong?" she sounded slightly panicked.

"N-n-nothing." Rosalie managed to stutter.

She pulled up her underwear and then quickly left the bathroom.

"Fuck," she said once she was out of there and sitting on Bella's bed. She hadn't even been able to come. She palmed herself through her damp panties and moaned deeply.

She still felt so horny.

That settled it. She was going to find a way to fuck Bella Swan tonight.