AN: Here we go...Happy Sunday!

Thank you to the DreamTeam for interrupting their weekend and getting this back to me!

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That´s What Little Girl´s Are Made Of...

Chapter Sixty-Eight

BPOV

Lucky for me, I was able to dodge Alice's question by busying myself with retrieving my luggage.

As per Alice's orders, I only brought one large suitcase that barely contained anything.

Alice was a very well-known fashion designer, and she assured me that I would not be lacking in the clothing department. I, on the other hand, was very wary of the situation as a whole. Somehow, I felt like I would become a life-sized Bella Barbie while living in Chicago.

With everything loaded into the small trunk, I crawled into Alice's ostentatious canary yellow Porsche and we were off.

Just when I thought I was home free, Alice began to chatter. "So, Miss Bella," she smiled slyly, keeping a cautious eye on the road. "Who was that sexy hunk of man-meat you were giving your phone number to when I walked up?"

"Uhh...um..." I stuttered shyly, turning several shades of red. Tucking a wayward strand of hair behind my ear, I replied. "That was Jake. I met him in the airport, during my layover in Phoenix." Immediately, Alice's eyes grew wide with worry. "Alice, it's not what you think. Jake and I hung out during my layover. Also, his seat just so happened to be next to mine on the plane. We got talking and found out that we have a lot in common, including the fact that we'll both be attending Northwestern this summer. He's here all by himself on a football scholarship, and he just asked me for my number so we could keep in touch, and maybe hang out sometime, that's all." In the end, that wasn't so painful to admit.

Given time, I think I could get used to having a girlfriend to talk to.

"Well, okay," Alice said hesitantly. "Just don't go anywhere or do anything that you don't want to. We're all responsible for you while you're here, and I'd hate to have to face the wrath of Esme Cullen should something bad happen to you."

"Wow, Alice," I said, truly in awe of her. Feeling embarrassed, I looked out the window while I spoke. "I-I've never had any real friends, except for Edward. Esme and Carlisle don't really count, since now, they´re legally my parents." Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I admitted, "Nobody likes me in Forks, I just don't fit in with kids my own age. It's like I was born thirty years old or something."

Pulling into what looked like a fancy car garage, Alice shut off the engine. "Bella, I hope you don't mind, but Edward has shared some of your story with us, and you're going to soon find out that we have a lot more in common than you think."

Grabbing my hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze. "And for the record, I think you're amazing, and anyone in Forks who doesn't see that, doesn't deserve to have you as their friend. Now come on before Rose has a baby calf, she's just dying to meet you." And just like that, all seriousness was gone, and Alice was back to being her bubbly self.

Looking up, the marquee read, Hale Imported Motors and Luxury Car Repair. The entire setup screamed expensive and pretentious. I didn't know very much about Rosalie, save for the fact that she was Emmett's girlfriend, so my stomach was filled with butterflies.

Walking into the building, I stuck close to Alice, for reasons I couldn't explain, I had suddenly developed a bad case of the nerves. I blew out a breath I'd been holding, when Alice told me to give Edward a call and let him know that we were going to have lunch and hang out with Rose. Grateful for the reprieve, I stepped just outside the door to make my call.

After leaving Edward a voicemail, I stepped back into the lobby; spotting Alice over in the corner talking to the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

The woman in question had long blond hair that was piled on top her head in a messy ponytail, a shape that I could only dream of one day having, and the most gorgeous ocean blue eyes that seemed to sparkle as she talked animatedly to Alice about something.

I didn´t consider myself a lesbian, but I could appreciate a good view. The blond-bombshell was wearing a pair of coveralls, and the top half was dangling from behind her, and they were dangerously low on her hips. The black wife-beater that she wore underneath clung to her huge breasts like a second skin.

Confidence was not what this woman was lacking.

Even with a few smudges of grease on her cheeks and chin, she was still breathtaking.

My self-esteem was sure to take a serious hit in the presence of this goddess.

Just as I was considering my escape, the goddess turned my way, and I was frozen, unable to break away from her penetrative stare.

Hours...minutes could have passed, I don't know, but I couldn´t make my feet move, nor could I look away; it was like I was under some kind of spell.

Her spell!

"Well, Swan," Blondie smirked. "Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to come and give me a hug." My eyes grew wide like saucers, and I looked to Alice for confirmation. After a reassuring smile and a head nod, I slowly made my over to where they were.

Shuffling.

One foot in front of the other.

Buck up, Swan, you can do this!

"Don´t be such a bitch," she laughed heartily. "Get your ass over here, girl." Snatching me up in a bear hug, she gave me a tight squeeze. "I´m Rosalie, Bella, and I can assure that my bark is far worse than my bite." Cocking a brow, she gave me a playful glare. "As long as you don´t piss me off." I sucked in a sharp breath. "Just kidding," Rose laughed, pulling me in for another bear hug.

Ironically enough, out of everything that was going on, all I could think about was, her tits are on me.

Rosalie Hale´s tits are on me and they feel AMAZING!

That last line cracked me the hell up! But, seriously, sometimes, I´ve hugged women and their chests felt like fucking boulders! Haha... it´s been a while, anybody got any funny boob stories! You guys crack me the eff up with some of your experiences! Leave me sum love!

Krazi

xoxo