Disclaimer: Versions of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer in another time and place. I am making them have lesbian sex with each other.
A/N: Happy Fourth Everybody. Its been a great day, but I'm a little depressed cause Steve McNair died. This is just not the time to be black or a former Charlie's Angel.
I got my first all the way straight fanboy on twilighted. Twilightboy you are awesome for admitting to your obsession. May Kstew give your testicles a righteous tongue bath.
The reviews I got for the last chapter were fantastic. they were really made my week. Erica didnt beta this chapter like she usually does, but thats cause she has a family and a life unlike myself, but I still love her and im mad im not there to eat the cake she made.
this chapter is for irene, erica, steph and her Frankeneye and aiden, who made me smile last night.
Chapter 6: STRANGE & BEAUTIFUL (I'LL PUT A SPELL ON YOU)
... i've been watching your world from afar, i've been trying to be where you are, and i've been secretly falling apart ...
The week that followed was bizarre, but routine. Rose and Alice had obligations everyday so I was left to my own devices. I got my bedroom more organized. I re-read the Canterbury Tales. I finally touched bases with my mom. She and Phil had decided to head to New Orleans for a few days, just because. I took a few solo trips around town, finding a closer grocery store and the nearest MacWorld in case my laptop ever died. I went down to the Santa Monica Pier, but left quickly after I realized it was a weird place to be by yourself. I caught up with some friends from college on facebook, went and saw Rosalie's waxer. Every night I cooked dinner for the girls and every night we'd end up in some naked heap. Every morning, I went running with Leah.
She didn't pull anymore kissing stunts on me, but she didn't speak to me either. Rosalie and Alice seemed content with the fact that Leah and I weren't verbally abusing each other so they didn't try to force us any closer. With that her and I would meet every morning on the porch and run. I had no idea what she did with the rest of her time. She took off in her Bronco or on her bike everyday after we ran. I had to force myself not to look out the window every time I heard her motorcycle come to life or pull back in. I had the sneaky suspicion she looked really sexy on that bike and it would make the distance she'd put between us even harder to deal with. When she was home she made a point to place herself on the exact opposite side of the house. If I went on the porch, she went upstairs. If I was in my room she was on the living room. She always seemed to be on her phone. At first I thought she was on the phone with Emily, but I'd heard her say Mom once and the name Jake.
I tried my hardest not to think about her, but it wasn't working. That kiss, that amazing, perfect kiss haunted me. Fantasies of Alice naked on my lap or Rosalie playfully spanking my ass made me smile every time they popped into my head, but my uncontrollable wandering thoughts and dreams were of Leah and that kiss. I could see why Alice and Rosalie liked her. If what Leah did to them in bed was anything like that kiss, I probably would rock, paper, scissors them every night just be with her. Her physical appeal wasn't all that kept her on my mind though. When she was ignoring me, I was watching her. She was really funny. I'd walked in on several conversations where she'd had Alice and Rose laughing their asses off. Of course the moment she saw me, she would quickly down shift and turn the focus to one of the other girls. Or just leave the room.
She actually seemed kind of sweet. She was amazingly gentle with Alice and Rose. She showered Rose was with intense affection. If it had just been the two of them, I would hedged a guess that Leah was actually in love with Rosalie, the way they were together. And when she wasn't teasing her, she coddled Alice in a very caring way. She dotted on her, giving her as much attention as she demanded, which was odd coming from Leah. She seemed the type to push the elderly into oncoming traffic, but she was even more patient with Alice's hyper, erratic behavior than Rosalie was. One night she even carried Alice up to her bed. Watching her with them was becoming difficult, but I managed. It sucks how much you find yourself wanting something you can't have and the one thing I definitely did not have in the this foursome was Leah's attention.
She never touched me. At all. We both rotated having sex with Alice or Rose in each others presence, but that was as close as we got to actually being intimate. I knew Emily and her had moved into the house together, but I had no idea what their relationship had been like before that. I wondered if she had a hard time warming up to Rose or Alice. All I knew was that she was not a big fan of me.
We spent the weekend in the backyard, grilling out. I lost myself in thought while I turned our steaks. Alice and Leah tossed around a little Nerf football, while Rosalie worked on her tan.
"The Stanleys are back tomorrow," Alice said loudly over the music coming out of the deck speakers.
"Shit! I forgot about that. I was hoping they'd moved," Leah laughed. Clearly I wasn't the only person she hated.
"Who are the Stanleys?" I asked. I couldn't wait until I was done with the new girl questions.
"Well Mr. Stanley I've only seen twice, but his wife Jessica, Jesus -" Rose said.
"I can't stand that bitch," Leah added.
"Bella, do yourself a favor and don't open the door if you see a short lady with curly black hair come marching up the steps," Alice told me.
"For real. Don't." It was the first time in days Leah had spoken to me directly. She'd stopped throwing the football and was actually looking at me too. She held my gaze for a moment, biting the inside of her perfectly full lip. I could feel myself mimicking the action, but I knew for different reasons. And then I could feel Alice looking at us both out of the corner of her eye. I don't know what she saw, but I know what I felt. Wanting, yearning, needing.
Why couldn't Leah just look at me all the time, I thought.
"Seriously. The peep hole was invented to ward off this woman," Alice finally said, breaking us from out staring matching. We all laughed at that and assumed our more "normal" behavior. Leah didn't look at me again for two more days.
Monday was my last day off. I had meetings for the rest of the week and I had to get my classroom in order. School had started for Rosalie and Alice was in San Diego for a few days. The starting quarter back of the Chargers had hired her to come down and treat all the women in his family. Leah had gone back to work on a feature that was shooting on Venice Beach. She was booked six days a week for the next month. I should have been glad that I wouldn't have to deal with the awkward tension, but instead I was bored. Leah and I had almost made a game out of avoiding each other. It was weird not having her around.
The day absolutely dragged. I got some errands done and Rosalie and I ran Third Street when she got home. Her and I actually talked. I asked her as we neared the house, "What do you tell your co-workers when they ask about your relationship status?" Teachers were notorious for being in each other's business.
"Well they all know I'm gay, so they usually leave me alone about it. They aren't expecting me to show up to the Christmas party draped all over some guy. A few of them think Alice is my girlfriend, well my only girlfriend, so I just let them think that. After a while people usually stop caring about something if you don't bring it up or if you give them boring answers."
"That's true," I huffed. Rosalie was just as fast as I was. I pondered that for a moment, if asked who would I call me girlfriend? "I doubt anyone will want to know."
"Ha. Are you kidding me? Hot little piece like you. Every male teacher, and probably a couple of the women, will be trying to figure out your situation. Trust me. Every year some member of the faculty tries to turn me straight, or test just how committed I am to Alice."
She did have a point. Most of guy friends had tried to pull me all the way back to their side, at least for one night.
"You can just tell them you're with me or Alice. It's whatever. We'll go with it," she added.
"Thanks," I chuckled. We both knew Leah wasn't an option.
After we showered, together of course, we ordered out for some Thai food and then we fooled around on the couch. It was actually kind of nice and very junior high. We started making out in the middle of a Family Guy mini marathon. I don't know which one of us got a little overexcited, but we ended up dry humping and coming before we could even get our clothes off. I came in my pants, literally, grinding on top of her soft thigh.
I considered sleeping in my own bed the night before my first day, but I was just so accustomed to sleeping with somebody. Rosalie and I got in her bed. Like usual she was out like a light and I was left staring at the wall. But in spite of my last few hours alone with Rosalie, I couldn't Leah off my mind.
I wondered where she was exactly, what her job was really like, if she was having fun on set. I wondered what she was wearing or if she had her hair up. I hadn't seen her leave that morning. Then I made the stupid, stupid, stupid mistake of wondering if she had thought about me at all that day. I was clearly mental. She hated me and she didn't have this - well it was an obsession. I had to admit it. I was obsessed with her. I don't know what it meant exactly, but I knew she was taking up way too much of my mental time.
I spent a couple of hours playing with Rosalie's hair, still thinking about Leah. I was picturing the way I'd seen her go down on Alice the night before. My legs started moving together under the sheets. I had to stop myself from waking Rosalie up to help me out from the situation developing in my panties. Just as I stilled their motion, I heard the front door open. It had to be Leah. I had purposefully ordered more Thai food than I knew Rosalie and I could eat and I put the left overs in the fridge. While Rose was turning off all the downstairs lights I'd left another casual note for Leah, telling her to help herself.
I don't know how long I waited, but it felt like forever. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to see her. Even if she wouldn't talk to me, I couldn't bare the thought of not even looking at her lips or her hands or thighs for the next five days.
I carefully shifted out from under Rosalie and tucked her back under the covers. She shuffled a little, but not enough to make me think she would actually wake up. I tiptoed to my room and grabbed one of my zip up hoodies. All I had on was my bra and panties. I wrapped it around myself and crept downstairs. The television was on and the porch door was open.
I swallowed the psychotic, obsessive nerves in my throat and walked to the doorway. She was out there. Instead of facing her though, I took a calm step out into the darkness and looked out at the grass. The deep breath she took forced me to look in her direction. It wasn't an annoyed sigh, but a tired one. She seemed genuinely exhausted. There was a dirty plate balancing on the porch rail in front of her and she was twirling her iPhone on her knee. She'd worn her hair up, with her long bangs swept to the side. She'd gone with a pair of tight jeans and a low cut black v-neck. She didn't need any sort of push-up bra. She was tired, but she looked gorgeous.
With another deep breath she stood up and grabbed her plate. I knew she wouldn't say anything to me, but at least I'd fed my insanity if only for a moment. I took another step to clear the doorway for her, but instead of going back into the house, she came right over to me, pressing her lips to my ear. I froze, terrified of what she might say. I didn't know if I could handle her pointing out just how pathetic I was. And against my better judgment my pussy soaked and twitched, praying for what I wished she'd do. I was astonished and at the same time not at all surprised, by the affect she had on me when she did nothing at all.
"I'll be right back," she whispered.
"Okay," I breathed back. She hesitated a moment, so I turned slightly, aligning my lips with hers. I kept the dangerous distance, leaving it to her to make contact, but she didn't. We just stood there for several excruciating moments, staring at each other's softly parted lips before she turned and walked into the house.
The moment I knew she was out of ear shot, I exhaled deeply and collapsed into the chair she'd just been sitting in. The wood was warmed my panty-clad bottom.
What the hell was I doing? What the hell was she doing? Was she coming back out here so we could finally talk, or did she have something else in mind? I was scared, but also excited at the prospect of just spending time with her, this sort of secret moonlit time. Just me and her.
Lost in my thoughts, I realized I'd been sitting there for a while. L.A. had a desert climate like Phoenix. It was painfully hot during the day, but at night the temperature dropped and I was starting to notice. I wrapped my hoodie around myself tighter, wishing I had thought to put on some pants before I came outside. And then it dawned on me. Leah might not come back. She was just the type to leave me sitting out there looking like fucking idiot. She was probably up in her room, warm in her bed. Or better yet, waking Rosalie up for a quickie before she took my place between Rosalie's sheets.
I was instantly furious. Really, what the hell was wrong with me? You're insane and obsessed. That's what's wrong with you. And it was true. I had lost my grip on reality. Leah didn't like me at all. She didn't want to be around me. I'd interrupted her post work quiet time and she'd retreated to another part of the house, like usual. I felt so dumb. I had to stop this. I had to stop looking for her to just look at me. I would put a stop to it tonigh-
"Come here."
Leah's whisper pulled me from my internal reprimand. She was standing in the doorway putting the final strap through her harness. She had my favorite red dildo secured inside. And - she was still fully dressed. I let that bizarre fact go and stood up. Clearly she had a plan. Slowly I walked over to her with my hands still wrapped around my ribs.
She held out a hand for me, but didn't look up into my eyes. I walked into her embrace and let her slowly turn me around so my back was against her breasts and the toy was pressed into my ass. On the outside I was calm, submissive, just letting her guide me, but on the inside I was flipping out.
This is really happening. She's really touching you and its as good as you thought it would be. She's gonna fuck you. YAY! She's gonna fuck you. FINALLY!
I couldn't control the way I shuddered when her hands slid around the front of my stomach and I couldn't seem to hold my head up when her breath caressed the skin on my neck. It fell back lazily against her shoulder.
"Couldn't sleep?" Her lips touched the sensitive spot just below my ear.
"No," I breathed. Then her hands started moving up. She gently cupped my breasts, then gripped them harder. I shuddered again, loving the feeling of her warm hands on me.
"Why?"
Lie, damn it. Don't tell her the truth. Lie. "Just couldn't." And then she was on my nipples. She was rubbing my nipples through my bra, gently pinching them.
"Were you waiting for me to come home?" she asked. And then she was just fighting dirty. Her tongue, her fucking tongue lapped at my neck.
"No." I swallowed.
"Liar." And then she bit me. I whimpered, loud. I couldn't help it. I couldn't remember being this wet before, my panties drenched. I'd never been seduced so well. She'd barely done anything, in the grand scheme of things and I was already coming all over myself.
Her hand slid to the towards the valley between my breast and pulled the cups of my bra to the side, pushing me up and out. The cool air hit my nipples and I swallowed another moan. She pinched them harder than before, bringing them even more to a peak. I'd decided right then that I loved it when she touched my nipples. She could come visit me at school just to play with them if she wanted to.
Her lips brushed up and down the length of my neck, her hands dragging slowly over my sides. When she reached the top of my panties, I grew nervous, embarrassed for her to find out just what kind of affect she had on me. She hooked her fingers in the hem and pulled them down my legs. When they were at my ankles I instinctively stepped out of them.
She bent me over and guided my hands to the railing, slowly dragging the toy up and down my ass. "Can you be quiet for me? I don't want to wake the neighbors, or Rosalie," she whispered in my ear. Her tone was a tease. I had a feeling she didn't actually care how loud I got.
"Okay," I panted. I bit the inside of my lip as hard as I could without drawing blood.
I could feel her step back a bit as she examined me from behind. I turned my head a bit to look at her, but I couldn't keep it there. When she ran her finger up my slit, my head dropped between my shoulders. I held my breath, trying not to hiss at the painfully delicious sensation.
"My- you are wet. Aren't you, B."
I couldn't think to respond. She chuckled softly, then pressed her fingers into the skin of my hip.
The seconds that passed were excruciating. I could feel my heart thumbing in my chest. I could hear it beat inside my head. I couldn't stop the stuttered breaths I took, the anticipation, making me pant for her. Leah slid the toy into me, thrusting it all the way in. My eyes squeezed shut as my body opened for her, soaking more with desire. It was different than every time before, every time I'd been with a guy, every time I played with Rosalie and Alice, it was different and it was better.
Leah fucked me hard and slow, her hands purposefully guiding my hips back and forth. It was like she was using an actual extension of her body and not some piece of plastic. I gripped the railing even tighter. I could feel my knuckles go white. My entire body was tingling and despite the cool air on my chest and legs, I could feel a thin sheen of sweat break out across my body. I held in my moans the best I could while my pussy clenched and released around the toy.
When she got a good rhythm going her left hand was back to exploring every accessible inch of my body, my nipples, my ass, my clit. I felt that careful attention she paid when she was with Rose and Alice. I could feel her eyes on my back, focused on me the way she focused on them before she made the come. She wanted me the same way she wanted them. Finally - she wanted me.
She wants you, I thought again and again. And then I came, hard, biting into my shoulder to muffle the sound.
soooooo sex was had, but dont get too excited there are many more chapters to come. lots more drama.