[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

[A/N] Today's update is dedicated to my reader lilce1992

7

Sitting in the tub, I scrubbed my skin until it was red and prickling. I felt oddly strange. It was like the muscles were quivering deep below in my belly. Time and time again, I replayed the vision of Isabella kissing me in my head. Usually, I tried to avoid thinking of my visions. They were usually filled with horrible images. This one, it was much different though. It made my heart flutter to think of her. I kissed the back of my hand and pictured it being Isabella's lips touching my skin. Pleasurable shivers run down my spine as I thought about her caressing my wrist most tenderly.

Now, I was going to have two secrets to keep from my new friend. I couldn't tell her about the visions. If she knew there was a monster out there, chasing after me, it would make her think that I am not right in the head. I didn't even dare to think of what she might think of me, should she learn of the sinful thoughts I was having about her.

When the water had turned cold and my fingers were shriveled, I stepped out of the tub. As I dried myself off, I noticed that I was strangely damp between my thighs. I lowered my hand to my mound and bit the inside of my mouth to suppress a moan. It was wrong to touch yourself. It was said to be able to turn you crazy. Well, if I was going to lose my mind, I could at least do it in an enjoyable way. With the towel wrapped around me, I sat down on the floor.

My hands cupped my breasts. Their tips hardened from the sensation as I tugged on them. They throbbed, but it was a good kind of throbbing that seemed to send a pulsing through the most intimate parts of my body. I lowered my other hand to stroke myself. There was more of the slick wetness now. I rubbed my nether lips between thumb and fingers. It felt good. It felt even better to imagine my fingers being hers. I had never imagined something so wanton before. My nipples puckered into small hard nubs. I wanted her mouth there, right on my breast.

I could imagine how amazing Isabella's cold digits would feel against my hot flesh as she explored it. For a split second, I even had a blurry vision of her face between my thighs. It was too much. I felt so sinful and yet it felt so incredibly good.

"Oh Isabella," I moaned, aching my head back. "Oh Isabella, if you could only know."

The pad of my thumb stroked between my folds. I groaned when it swiped upwards. I bite my hand. It was getting so difficult to stay still. How was it possible that my body could feel this much? I was warm and tingly and pulsating right there where my fingers stroked my body. The muscles in my thighs tensed. The throbbing between my legs increased. It got harder and harder until the sensations climaxed. My fingers rubbed against the oversensitive skin. I pulsed. All of me pulsed and trembled. It went on for endless, glorious moments before my body decided I had tasted enough of the wonderful sensation.

"Alice, my little Daisy, aren't you ready yet?" Julianna's deep voice called through the closed door. "Your eggs are getting cold." She whistled. "You have been in there for a whole hour now."

This morning I ate up all the breakfast our maid had prepared for me. I even asked her to go down to the kitchen and bring me another portion of waffles. I felt famished and surprisingly tired. After I had finished my meal I slept again for two more hours. Then, I finally got up and dressed. My hair was a tangled mess that I pinned up in order to hide it under my hat.

My mood was cheerful and light when I went downstairs to telephone Isabella. Even through the cracking of the receiver, her voice sounded wonderful to me. "Good Morning to you, Alice." She said. "Did you sleep well?"

I coughed. "I hope you slept better than me."

Isabella chortled. "I haven't slept well in very long time. I am more awake at night than during the day."

I told her that I was sorry about that, but she just laughed again. The sound of her laughter rang in my ears. It was such a beautiful sound. She asked me if I would like for her to come over to my house and pick me up in her car. I was more than happy to tell her yes.

The next ten minutes I spent yelling for Julianna to iron my dress. I snuck some perfume from mother's room to dab a drop of it behind my ear. When the doorbell rang I had just enough time to grab my belt and drape it around my narrow waist. In the last moment, I reached for the rose on my nightstand and pushed it into my belt buckle.

"I'll be back for dinner." I called out at the poor maid who was scrubbing the stairs with some citrusy smelling oil.

I had to force myself to keep my steps slow and ladylike as I walked towards Isabella. She was leaning against the side of her car. With my arms swinging at my sides, I put one foot in front of the other. I smiled so big, my cheeks ached. When I reached out my hand to her, my palm was damp.

"So good to see you again this soon."

Like the first time we had met, she didn't simply shake my hand. She clasped her cold fingers around mine and then lifted them to her lips. The red mouth didn't touch my skin. I wanted her to kiss my hand so badly. I wanted her to kiss me on the lips even more.

But for now, it was just her breath that tickled the back of my hand.