[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

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Isabella's heartbeat increased while she tried desperately to keep her breathing steady and calm. She didn't want the beautiful being next to her realize how nervous she was, how nervous her presence made her. Over and over again her eyes drifted over the curvy body, resting maybe a split second too long on the roundness of Rosalie's backside before forcing her attention back to the bible in her hands. She was unable to focus on reading. Jeez, it was impossible to focus on anything when she was near Rosalie. Not that it was any easier when they were apart. Isabella had even sunk so low to take a silk scarf that the blonde woman had forgotten in church last Sunday and was hiding it under her pillow at home now. The floral scent that kept streaming out of it made her feel dizzy. She wanted to absorb every bit of it, wanted to drink Rosalie's personal aroma as if it was an expensive wine.

Hell, she thought. I am definitely going to hell for the way I keep looking at the Reverend's wife. But how can you not stare when such beauty is in front of your eyes? Isabella prayed that somehow she would get used to it. Also that maybe God in his mercy would make her stronger to fight the wrong feelings inside her.

"It's nice here at the lake. Isn't it?" Rosalie asked her, sitting back on her heels.

The dainty brunette nodded her head unable to form audible words. Her mouth was too dry to speak. She cursed herself for agreeing to spend the afternoon out here with her new friend. All she wanted to do was having a few minutes to herself while Rosalie would have an eye on Isabella's lively twin boys.

But the kids had found it way more interesting to join Angela's little daughter and her father on a fishing trip and so Isabella had ended up all alone with the gorgeous blonde.

Rosalie had taken off the sundress she was wearing, exposing a tiny little nothing of a Bikini.

"Aren't you too warm in your clothes?"

Isabella felt very tempted to tell Rosalie that she indeed felt too warm but that it had zero to do with the blazing afternoon sun.

"I'm fine. Thank you."

Rosalie sighed, pulling a bottle of water out of the basket she had brought with her.

"You'd be a better wife for my Royce than me. Instead of lying lazily around in the sun, you're reading the bible like a good Christian housewife should do it."

Isabella's face flamed when she thought about that she had spent way more time admiring Rosalie's body instead of focusing on the Holy Scripture between her hands. How could God test her faith in such a cruel way? Why had he brought the Reverend's wife into her life? He had already taken her husband away from her way before his time. Wasn't that already enough for one person to endure?

"What's your favorite story?"

"From the bible?"

"Yes, of course. Do you have a favorite story that you re-read over and over again?"

"I like the story of Naomi and Ruth." Isabella whispered finally, forcing herself to stop starring at the blonde woman's full breasts.

"Really? That's my favorite too. How the two of them are so close and one can't be without the other. There is so much love between them."

Isabella wiped a tiny droplet of sweat from her forehead and wondered how very offended Rosalie probably would be should she ever find out about the forbidden fantasies Isabella was having about her. She would hate her, or at least tell her to keep her distance from now on.

"Can you do me a favor?" Rosalie asked her, pulling the bottle with suntan lotion out to apply a bit of it on her face and her arms. "I don't want to get sunburn on my back."

With that she laid back on her stomach, holding the bottle out to Isabella who took it with slightly trembling fingertips.

She was going to touch Rosalie's naked skin, feel its softness underneath her palms. Isabella was close to having a heart attack at the tender age of twenty-four.

Squeezing a bit of the lotion between her hands, she swallowed hard before lowering them to Rosalie's shoulders. Slowly she started rubbing it into the silk-like flesh, realizing that it felt even smoother than she had imagined it in her fantasies.

"Hmm, that feels nice." Rosalie mumbled, sending a sudden wave of lust through Isabella's body when a low moan escaped the blonde woman's throat.

Isabella continued to apply more of the lotion all over Rosalie's back, massaging it carefully into the pearly-white skin. She didn't want to stop touching the other woman. Her heart was racing in her chest when she circled her fingertips closer and closer to the bikini bottoms.

"Do you want me to do your legs to?" she whispered hoarsely, feeling as if it was the devil himself who was forcing her to ask Rosalie this question.

"Yes, please. You're so nice. I'm really glad you and I are friends now."

Starting at Rosalie's feet, Isabella moved her lotion covered hands up until she reached the slim thighs of the Reverend's wife. She had never considered legs to be beautiful but now she knew how wrong she was about that.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have lovely legs?"

Rosalie chuckled and shifted around a bit on the blanket underneath her.

"Not in the last time, so thanks a lot."

"You are welcome." Isabella whispered so low that it was barely audible. Her fingertips were touching the insides of Rosalie's thighs now where the skin seemed to be even softer. She realized that her fingers were not more than an inch away from the other woman's sex. If she moved her thumb just a tiny bit higher it would brush over Rosalie's most intimate parts. Oh how much Isabella wanted to know how it would feel like to touch Rosalie there.

"I think that's enough now." Rosalie told her suddenly and Isabella instantly pulled back. The cotton of her panties was soaked and she pressed her thighs together in a desperate need for some friction. She wanted to rush home and rub her fingertips over her clit, the same fingertips that had touched Rosalie's hips just moments ago. Her late husband had never managed to make her climax with his touch but fantasizing about the Reverend's gorgeous wife always made her see stars in front of her inner eye.

"Isabella, are you well? Your face is all red now."

"It's getting a bit too warm out here for me. I should probably go back home before I melt."

"Take your clothes off. We can go for a swim."

Isabella sighed deeply, stepping out of her skirt. When she opened the buttons of her blouse, she noticed that Rosalie was watching her, watching her a bit too carefully.

"Wow, you're gorgeous. Who would assume that you have such a lovely figure hidden underneath these wide clothes?"

Blushing again, Isabella rushed to the water, splashing a bit of it in Rosalie's direction before diving into the cold lake. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the refreshing water around her as she started swimming. Then she felt a hand on her waist and turned around so abruptly that she almost lost her balance.

"Did I make you feel uncomfortable by complimenting you?"

"No,"

"Good. I don't want to make you feel bad."

"You're not making me feel bad." Isabella told her opposite, turning around so that her knees were touching against Rosalie's. Even without the heels she was usually wearing the blonde woman was still about a head taller than herself.

"How am I making you feel?" Rosalie whispered, wrapping her arms around the brunette's hips. Her fingers stroked up Isabella's side, making her skin break out in goose bumps.

"Irritated somehow," Isabella confessed shyly, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. She wanted nothing more than to stand on her toes and press her lips to Rosalie's. Just one time, she thought. If I could only kiss her full mouth one single time, just to know how that would feel. More wetness poured between her legs and she suppressed a moan, as her eyes captured the rosy tip of Rosalie's tongue circling over her owner's upper lip. How heavenly would it be to have this tongue flattering over her clit? The sinful pleasure it could bring her body.

"Irritated?"

"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have said that. Please forget it."

Rosalie shook her head and Isabella almost fainted when the blonde woman cupped her face in her small hand, caressing her cheekbone with her thumb in a feather light movement.

"You're such a dear person. It's a pity that a woman like you is without love in her life."