First I want to say I'm a reader not a writer. I love reading all the amazing stories all the very talented writers post here. Second I want to mention I don't own, lease, or rent any of Stephenie Meyer's amazing characters. Saying that I was listening to the radio the other day and a song came on you will probably guess which when you read the story and ,to borrow a line from my story, like a lightning bolt from the Gods this story hit me and would not be ignored. Trust me I tried. But here on Nashville the song was playing everywhere. On the Radio, at the Target, heck even walking downtown it was playing on the street, When I started dreaming about it I thought I better try and get it out or I'd never get a full night's sleep again. So here is the first part. I warn you I do have spellcheck so it has been spell checked but that is it. I don't have a Beta so it has not been read over. If anyone finds any glareing gramatical errors I apologize. Also it's rated M bc of language and some serious sexual situations which will lead to lemons.

I had already circled the parking lot twice." Jeez this place is packed" I muttered to myself as I considered just giving up and going home. But I could just hear my sister-in-law Rose crowing w delight tomorrow morning when I admitted to chickening out.

"I know you couldn't do it" she'd say all superior. "Face it Alice your just to sweet to be naughty."

Then she would shake her head like she was disappointed and continue to tease me mercilessly for the rest of the day. Just because she has balls of steal and would never shy away from a challenge sexual or otherwise, means that she expects me to be the same way. I always seem to let her down though. It's not that I wouldn't love to be more like Rose, so unencumbered by morals and any sense of discretion. I just can't seem to let go of my very devout Irish Catholic upbringing.

Rose is always coming up with some wild scheme or other to inject some excitement into my life. She just can't understand why I don't live out my fantasy life like she does. She loves to tell me in graphic detail all of the naughty things she does to keep the spice in her marriage and keep her man happy. As if I need all that detail, she is married to my brother for God sake. Like I needed the visual of my brother Emmett tied to a bed covered in red satin sheets with my super model of a sister-in-law standing over him dressed all in black rubber dripping candle wax on him. Can we say scarred for life?

Anytime I try anything that's even just a little Roseish I hear my mother's voice in my head "Mary Alice good girls don't …." Well you fill in the blank apparently good girls didn't do anything. I don't know how Em does it. All this wild sexual stuff he does with Rose. It's not like we don't have the same mother. But of course he is the son and could do no wrong. My mother would just smile and say "boys will be boys." So not fair!

I was currently circling the parking lot of Skeeters Bar-n-Grill 20 miles on the outskirts of Dallas because for once in my life I wanted to shock Rose. Two days ago we were unloading some new stock and chit chatting. Rose and I co-own a very upscale boutique in the Highland Park Village in Dallas. We named the store BELLA, which means beautiful in Italian, because we both love Italy, it's where we first met and bonded over love of beautiful things. Especially beautiful designer clothes and shoes. We were there on our senior trip , Emmett is a year older than me but I skipped eight grade and we went into high school together. Em and I were with our school St. Katherine's and Rose's group had been included at the last minute from the public high school so we would have the proper numbers to get the group discounts and tour package. I met Rose standing outside the boutique in the hotel lobby. While all of the other students were crowded around the cart selling tacky cheap souvenirs, we were both drooling over the same pair of Armani Sequined T-strap Sandals. We turned to each other and she smiled at me"Hi, I'm Rosalie my friends call me Rose "she said extending her hand.

"Hey I'm Mary Alice" She lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me.

"Do you mind if I call you Alice. Nothing against your name but I got thrown out of my last school because a nun named Mary Alice caught me with a boy in my room." She said laughing.

"Alice is fine, but why Alice and not Mary?" I asked suddenly realizing my name was very nunish. Bet my mother did that on purpose.

"Because of the Virgin Mary" was all she said turning to walk to the next display window full of Armani and Prada sunglasses .

"What?" I asked a bit confused following along behind her.

"A cute girl like you does NOT want to be associated with the Virgin Mary, so I figured Alice was better. "She explained. "You want to get some lunch?"

I was still stunned that the goddess thought I was cute so I just nodded and followed her to the café in the middle of the lobby.

Over lunch Rose decided we should be best friends because we were the exact opposite of each other her all leggy and blonde and me so not. According to her we would never have to fight over boys because the same one would never be attracted to both of us. I have to admit I had a little bit of a girl crush on her, she was the most beautiful person I had ever known in real life, so I agreed whole heatedly with her. Little did we know that we would never have to fight over boys not because the same one would never be attracted to both of us, but because she was about to fall head over heels in love with my brother and in a hair salon of all places. We are in one of the most romantic cities in the entire world and they fall in love standing over a pile of my hair.

Over salads and San Pellegrino, Rose decided I could go from being merely cute to totaly hot, by cutting my hair short to emphasize what she called my classic bone structure. I didn't stop to think. I got up from the table and walked into the salon and sat down in the first open chair and said to the stunned man standing there "Chop it". He seemed confused at first, but after Rose explained what I wanted in fluent Italian no less, the stylist grabbed my long pony tail and it was gone in seconds. I almost cried. I couldn't look so he turned me away from the mirror. When he was done Rose gasped "My god Alice you are stunning! I was so right about the short hair. You look like a fairy in a renaissance painting" Palo the stylist turned my chair toward the mirror "VOLA!!" he said removing the drape with a flourish. I was speechless. She was right I was stunning. The short spiky style accented my bone structure. Making my face seem more sculpted much less round and babyish. I was mesmerized by the pixie in the mirror.

Then I heard "Ooooohhh mom's gonna kill you!!!" My stupid brother of course ruined everything for me. "What the hell were you thinking squirt?" He said standing over me staring at me in the mirror. I hated when he called me squirt the big freakin' gorilla.

"She was thinking that maybe she wanted to be a beautiful woman instead of a little girl all her life." Rose yelled defending me. That's when it happened. My big bear of a brother turned to her to tell her to butt out. I could see the words on his lips. But than their eyes met and that was it. I could see she was instantly madly in love with my big dumb brother. And judging by the goofy look on his face him with her. The three of us spent all of our time together for the rest of the trip. They tried to always include me but I really felt like a third wheel. Especially with them kissing and groping each other when ever the nuns heads were turned.

Rose and I have been best friends ever sense. After we graduated high school Rose, Em, and I went away to college together. Emmett had received a full ride to play football for the University of Florida and Rose and I tagged along. Em had proposed to Rose on prom night so mom figured since they were getting married anyway it would be OK for them to live together down in Florida and I was sent along to make sure they didn't have too much fun. Four years later I graduated a degree in Fashion Marketing and Rose graduated with a degree in Business. Emmett was drafted in the first round by the Dallas Cowboys so we all packed up and headed back to Texas. I can say one thing for my brother, he has a God giving talent to play ball. Because of hi amazing talent and his natural charisma he became very famous and the endorsement deals started flooding in. When he signed a multi-million dollar deal with Nike he handed Rose his signing bonus and said "Get yourself something pretty". The check was for a half a million dollars. Rose and I had been trying to decide what to do with our degrees and like a thunder bolt from the Gods the idea to open our own store hit me. And thus BELLA was born.

The shop was empty because of the weather. It had been pouring down rain for three days straight in typical Texas fashion and Rose was bored.

"Hey Al tell me your deepest darkest fantasy" she teased as she rearranged a display of Prada sunglasses for like the millionth time. I looked up from the box of Chanel purses I was unpacking to see a slightly mocking look on her face. I know she expected me to giggle and blush and change the subject. That's what we always did. She would ask me to tell her something embarrassing and I would giggle and blush and change the subject. But that day I just wanted to wipe that smug look off her face. I love her to death but sometimes I just wanted to whip my size 6 Manolo off and smack her in the head. That would surprise the hell out of her I giggled at the mental image. But I could not do that because my brother would never forgive me if I damaged his perfect wife and I would never forgive myself if I damaged my Manolo. I decided to give in I took off my Kate Spade glasses and set then down on the packing slip I had in my hand.

"OK" I said grabbing my Caramel Macchiato off of the table and settled myself on the floor. I could tell she was shocked that I was actually going to tell her but she came over and sat on the floor next to me. The storm raged outside, but inside we were wrapped in a cocoon of isolation and I revealed the dirty little fantasy I've had since I was old enough to have dirty little fantasy's.

When I was done she was actually speechless for a moment. "Mary Alice you are a dirty girl aren't you? I gotta tell you I honestly didn't think you had it in you, but WOW! "

I know it's silly but, I couldn't help but feel excited that she was impressed by my fantasy.

"Rose please it's not like its rubber and hand cuffs or naughty school girl"

"I know Al but for you this is something. You have to do it. "She said suddenly getting excited.

"WHAT!" I yelled.

"Don't worry I'll take care of everything, you just do what I tell you and it will all be perfect."

I could see the wheels turning in her brain. When Rose had her mind set on something she was like a pit bull with a bone she just was not going to let it go. I was I little worried.

After two day she hadn't mentioned anything so I thought I was safe I really should have known better. Rose had left early for "Date Night" which means by now, judging from the paper bag of supplies she had when she left, either her or Em were covered in chocolate and whipped cream. I shuddered a bit and tried to wipe that mental image from my brain. I'm just glad I didn't see what she had in the other bag she was carrying when she left.

After doing a quick scan of the store to be sure everything was in order for tomorrow morning I shut off the lights and grabbed my Prada Hobo. Rose was opening tomorrow since she had left early and I just wanted to make sure everything was ready for her. She is not a morning person at all and hated opening, but said it was worth it to have her date nights. I set the alarm and locked the back door. I walked to the car and noticed the tote bag that Rose had left with was sitting in the front seat of my yellow convertible Porsche. I had put the top down when I ran out earlier to make the bank deposit. It had finally stopped raining and I wanted to soak up some vitamin D before the next round of storms hit us next week. I picked up the bag and read the note pined to the outside.

Al,

I told you I would take care of everything. Inside you will find an outfit and shoes to help you fulfill your fantasy. I already loaded an address into your GPS. Go back inside and change your clothes and get in your car and just go. Trust me and have the time of your life.

Love you,

Rose

She had even kissed it. There were her perfect lip prints. Like a royal seal. How could I even consider not following her directions? I let myself went back in and turned off the alarm. I walked into the changing area and opened the bag. What I thought was a belt turned out to be a skirt that would barely cover my ass. I was a small girl, most people called me pixieish, but this wouldn't fit a two year old. I sighed and looked at the note again and those big red lip prints. I had to do this. I took off the Dolce & Gabbana jeans I was wearing and slid the denim" belt" on. Say anything you want about my sister-in-law but she did know what would look good on people. As I looked at myself in the mirror I was amazed. Like I said I'm a small girl just barely over 5 foot, but this skirt made my legs look as long as Rose's. With the ego boost from the skirt I reached into the bag for the shirt. Not so much a shirt as an undergarment. With trembling hands I slipped off my tee and bra and wiggled into the corset top. It was purple with a black lace overlay and fit like a glove. I bent at the waste to pull the girls up and into the bra part of the corset properly and when I stood up I was mesmerized by my own cleavage or really by the sheer amount of it. Without taking my eye off of my reflection in the mirror I reached into Rose's magic bag for the shoes. And what shoes they were. Black Patten leather stilettos. Fuck me heels if I've ever seen them. I got really excited then I couldn't wait to see the finished product. The sexy me. I sat on the overstuffed couch we had in the changing room and slipped them on my feet. I purposely did not look in the mirror this time but dug into the bag one last time and pulled out the make-up and hair products she had put at the bottom. I usually wore very natural colored make up and my short hair very smooth and sleek. The colors that Rose chose for me were anything but. I reapplied my make-up giving myself dark Smokey eyes and deep red lips and then I took the hair wax and made an attempt at crazy just had sex hair. I washed my hands in the bathroom and stepped back into the changing are where there was a full length three way mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes, looking back at me was an incredibly sexy woman. I looked like a naughty pixy with the corset top and crazy sex hair. I just needed pointy ears and maybe some wings.

I grabbed my purse and ran out to my car before I lost my nerve. I started the car and the GPS came to life and immediately began leading me to my date with fantasy.

So that's how I ended up here circling the parking lot of a shady looking honky tonk in the middle of nowhere dressed like a sex starved fairy.

"Woman what the hell have you gotten yourself into?" I asked the crazy person in the mirror. I shook my head and eyed the exit thinking I would rather deal with Rose than make a fool of myself by walking in there looking like this.

"Hey Sugar you want my space?" asked a slightly slurring female voice.

"Hun you OK?"asked a very slurred male voice.

I glanced away from the mirror to see a very drunk man and an only slightly less drunk women heading for a monster pick- up parked right next to where I had stopped to think.

"Are you alright?" He asked me again.

"Yes sorry I was just getting ready to give up and head home." I told them.

"Well sweet heart you look much too pretty to just head home. You go on in there and let those ol' boys get a look at ya" said the woman "Just back up a bit a let me get big blue out of here"

I smiled and was going to decline and just head out, but then I figured it would be safer here parked in the parking lot than on the road with drunk and drunker. So I put my car into reverse and let them back out. I pulled into their spot and waved my thank you.

I sat in the car breathing very deep the initial excitement had worn off I really did not think I could do this. I looked at the note that Rose had pinned to the tote bag again and the big red kiss mark. I looked at myself in the mirror and my big red lips. The colors were exact. I pulled the tube out of my purse and read the bottom of the tube Chanel Passion. Rose's lucky lipstick her signature color. I couldn't let her down. I looked in the mirror and applied a fresh coat. Slid that little tube of courage into my bag and stepped out of the car.

The parking lot was empty of people. The music from the band got louder as I got closer to the door. I stopped took a deep breath, dug deep and pulled sexy pixy around me like a shield and walked through the front door.

Not to sound conceited , but all eyes were on me. At least the ones in a 5 foot radius of the door I had just walk through. I took a second to survey the room and decide on a course of action. Bar, I defiantly need to head toward the bar. I needed a drink and fast. Lip stick confidence could only get you so far. If I was going to fulfill this fantasy I was going to need something a lot stronger. So with the girls leading the way, I floated to the bar as graceful as possible in 5 inch heels. The bartender set up two shots in front of me before I even made it to the bar. I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Tequila." She yelled over the music.

I raised an eyebrow at her again.

"From the cowboy over.." she turned to point at the opposite side of the bar and stopped and then looked confused for a moment and then turned back to me and she smiled as her eyes focused on something over my left shoulder. She nodded and smiled in that direction.

"From the cowboy standing right behind you darlin'." Said the silkiest whiskey voice I have ever heard with the most delicious Texas drawl. He was standing so close his warm breath tickled across my bare neck and shoulder causing a tremor to shoot through my body straight to my core. I gripped the bar holding on to sexy pixie for dear life and yelling at my mother to go away when her voice tried to tell what a good girl would do. I gulped when a very tanned very muscular arm came into my line of vision to set a empty beer bottle on the bar and pick up the fresh one the bartender had sat down. As he drew his arm back I spotted what appeared to be eagles talons, an anchor, and the tell tale trident of a Navy Seal tattoo. I needed to see the rest, Sexy pixie won. She kicked the snot out of the mom in my head. I turned with what I prayed was a sexy smile on my passion red lips. I let my eyes slowly scan the man before me. As if he had walked out of my wet dreams he was everything I had dreamed of. His hair was golden like wheat in the summer sun. It was pulled back under a straw cowboy hat. I had an almost irresistible urge to pull that hat off his head and watch his hair fall around his face. And my lord what a face. His features were beautiful but still manly. He looked like the archangel Michael from Guido Reni's famous painting. His eyes were a stormy blue. Eyes you could loose yourself in for hours. My eyes traveled down. He was wearing a short sleeved blue western style shirt. You know the kind with pearl snaps up the front instead of buttons. It fit snugly across his muscular chest and when he raised his arm to take a long drink from his beer the material stretched tightly to accommodate his now bulging bicep.

"So angel do you like what you see?"he asked as he pulled his beer away from his amazing lips. The smirk on his stunning face revealing how aware he was of my perusal.

"Not quite finished. " I replied with my own saucy smirk.

"I apologize ma'am by all means please continue" he slowly drawled hooking his thumbs in to the pockets of his very snug Levi's. A move that immediately drew my eyes downward. My God the boy was gifted I thought as my eyes settled on the bulge in his worn jeans.

The band announced that they were taking a break and the jukebox immediately was turned up. I laughed out loud because the song that started to play was Cowboy Casanova and as Miss Underwood sang "He's candy -coated misery" God help me all I could think was melts in your mouth not in your hands! If I had my way before the night was over he'd be not only be melting in my mouth, but buried deep inside of me. I looked up, yep defiantly a devil in disguise I agreed with Carrie. He even had blue eyes.

"Why Tequila?" I asked the living breathing wet dream. I leaned my elbows back against the bar. I knew my cleavage was rocking tonight and I wanted to be sure he noticed. Boy did he notice. I think he actually just licked his lips. I couldn't keep the satisfied smile off my face. This being a sex kitten was fun. No wonder Rose loved it so much. I realized hot ass hadn't answered my question. Who could blame him really when the girls were so happy to distract him.

"Why tequila?" I asked again.

"What?" he said still not making eye contact

I pushed his chin up with the tip of my finger, our eyes met at last. He had that sexy as hell half grin on his face and he blushed a little at being caught staring.

"Why Tequila" I asked for the third time.

"Well Darlin"he said leaning forward placing his hands on the bar on either side of me. "when you walked in the door I said to myself now there's a girl that can lick it, slam it, and suck it."

Cheesy yes, but coming from those luscious lips with his sexy twang it worked. The way he had emphasized suck it I couldn't help but glance down. He chuckled and placed his finger on my chin this time and pushed my head up to meet his eyes again. It was my turn to blush just a little. "Ladies first" he said handing me a shot glass and a salt shaker. I suddenly got a vision of myself licking the salt off of his tan neck. "Why the hell not" yelled sexy pixie in my head. I handed him the shot glass back and then grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to me. I slowly dragged my tongue across his neck and breathed him in. Good lord me smelled amazing. Like leather and sex. My panties were suddenly soaked. As if he could sense my arousal his nostrils flared. I smiled sweetly at him and sprinkled the salt on the wet spot on his neck. I turned to set the salt shaker down on the bar and took a deep breath. It was now or never. I turned back and standing on my tip toes I pressed my lips to his neck. He shivered when my tongue met his hot skin again to lick the salt off. As I pulled back he pressed the shot glass to my red lips and followed my head back as the salty liquor burned down my throat. He sat the glass down and picked up a lime wedge and placed it between my lips and I sucked the tart juice to sooth the slight burning in my throat. I could feel his eyes on me and I licked my lips as he removed the lime my tongue ghosting across his knuckles. He growled deep in his throat and gripped my hips pulling me closer. I could feel how hard he was. His cock straining against the zipper of his snug jeans.

"Your turn" I said handing him the salt shaker from behind me. He took it with his left hand leaving his right on my hip. His thumb stroking the exposed skin at my waist sending tremors through my body.

He smiled that melt your panties crooked grin of his. I swear on all that is holy I almost came just from that sexy smile.

"I can't decide"he whispered.

"Can't decided what?"I asked in a deep breathy voice I didn't recognize.

"Where I want to taste you first sweet thing" he drawled.

I held my breath as his mouth hovered over my skin almost touching, but not quite. He moved from one side to the other. I about passed out from the anticipation or maybe it was from holding my breath. Ether way if he didn't touch me soon I was going to explode and then I couldn't be held responsible for my actions. At this point I was ready to shove him backwards and fuck him against the jukebox.

As if reading my thoughts he laughed. "Patience" he whispered in my ear as his tongue finally zeroed in on the sensitive spot behind my right ear.

My knees gave out the second his tongue made contact with my flesh. If I hadn't been leaning against the bar I would have landed on my ass in a quivering mess of horny goo. His right arm slid around my back helping to keep me upright. His wet tongue slid down my neck where it slightly lingered in the hollow of my collar bone. He sprinkled the salt there and reached for the other shot glass. His eyes drifted down to my cleavage again and I knew what he has thinking. So I took the shot glass from him and snuggled it firmly between my breasts. I couldn't help but wish it was his hot cock squeezed between my tits instead of the cold shot glass. He got the last lime from the bar and held it up. With a lifted brow he challenged me. I took it from his fingers and placed it flesh side out between my wet lips.

That heavenly smile again and than he leaned into me his warm tongue lapping up the salt on my neck and then sliding down slowly toward the shot glass nestled firmly in my cleavage. He paused, his sharp teeth nipping at the skin of my breast. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping around the lime between my lips. He chuckled and continued his slow torturous path to the shot glass. He grasped the glass between his teeth and pulled it up and out. He threw his head back drinking all of the tequila in one gulp. As he swallowed I was mesmerized by the bobbing of his Adam's apple and the thick column of his tanned neck. I wanted to taste every inch of it. He sat the glass down on the bar and lowered his eyes to mine. His stormy blue eyes had turned a deep dark sapphire and they shone with desire. Both of his hands slid down to my ass lifting me and placing me on a high bar stool. We were now eye to eye and he was standing between my parted thighs. His lips met mine and I bit down on the lime squeezing the juice into his mouth. He growled removing the lime with his teeth and spitting it across the room landing in the middle of a table full of people. I giggled and was about to comment about the looks on their faces, but suddenly his lips were back on mine. At first I couldn't think or breath. His lips were strong and firm the way a mans should be. His tongue pressed against my lips and it was immediately granted entry. As his tongue tangled with mine I remembered Rose telling me men loved it when you suck on their tongues . "It makes them think of you sucking on their cocks" she had instructed me. I defiantly wanted Big Sexy here to be thinking about me sucking on his cock because sexy pixie most certainly had that on her to do list, so I gently started to suck on his tongue . Encouraged by the deep growl my sucking produced from him I sucked harder. He pulled me to the edge of the stool pushing himself further between my thighs. His hardness now throbbed directly against my wet panties. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer still, he tasted of tequila and lime. I never wanted this kiss to end. It was the most perfect thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. His hands were drifting from my hips to back. His fingers making slow lazy circles on my lower back. He was driving me insane. I could feel the pressure building I needed to slow things down or I was gonna come right here in the middle of this crowded bar.

"Let's dance cowboy" I said hopping off the bar stool and leading him towards the dance floor. I couldn't help but laugh at the shocked and confused look on his face.

I am working on the next part. Let me know what you think. Good, bad, or what not. And if anyone is interested in betaing this and the second part please let me know.