I don't own anything. I just borrowed them from SM. Gave them a lil more attitude, a potty mouth and a lot of hormones :)
Chapter 3: BPOV
Welcome to The Sunshine State!
Fuck! It's bright in Florida.
As I park in front of my mom's house, I pause and take a deep breath. Here comes the inquisition!
"Bella!" my mom squealed, running towards my truck.
"Hey, Mom!" I say as I try to put on my happy face.
As soon as I unloaded my stuff and got settled the twenty questions began. I told my mom what had happened minus the gory details that I saw, such as the beautiful, naked bitch that was deep-throating Jake and the fact that all of this nakedness transpired on our fucking bed! I had to stop thinking about the fact that I slept on that same bed and who knows how many times they had fucked on it.
The next day, I woke up with the sun shining through my window, that's a change. It's hard to be all doom and gloom when it's all sunny and bright. I have to get out and make use of this natural Prozac that is the sun. I got up, took a quick shower and donned a tank top and paired it with shorts. I haven't seen the sun in forever and my legs are so white, that I could probably blind people with them. I grabbed my camera bag and decided that I was going to the beach to take some pictures. Photographing things and people always lifts my spirits.
I went to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast and saw something I was not expecting.
What. The. Hell.
My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast and a woman I don't know was rubbing on her and playing grab ass...with my mom.
"Um...good morning, Mom?" I say with a confused tone. I knew she was dating someone named Phil but I've never really talked to him or seen a picture but I guess him is a her?
"Oh! Good morning Bella!" my mom cheerfully greets me as she turns around to put some pancakes in front of me.
I looked at her and raised my eyebrow, waiting for her to introduce me to this blonde Ellen DeGeneres wannabe. I mean she's cute and she can't seem to keep her paws off my mom, but I would like to know what's going on.
"Bella, this is Phil. Well, really it's Phyllis but I mean seriously who uses that name? I know, I know you thought Phil was a guy and I should've told you but I figured I'd wait and let you meet each other and make the introductions then." She said speaking so fast I think she forgot to breathe.
"Nice to meet you...Phil," I said quietly.
"So...mom, when and how did you guys meet? I didn't know you frequented gay bars. No offense, Phil!" quickly realizing what I had just said, I hope she doesn't go all butch on me and kick my ass. I gave them a quick smile to put them at ease and let them know that I wasn't being hostile.
"Well, actually Bella, I met Phil while I was out watching a high school soft ball game. One of the neighbors' daughters plays soft ball and Phil was their coach. I met her and we got to know each other and well...the rest was history." My mom narrated all the while making googley eyes at Phil.
"I'm happy for you Mom. " I tell her, smiling and assuring her that all is ok. If my mom is happy playing in the vagina squad, who am I to tell her no?
"I'm gonna go down the beach, Mom. I wanna enjoy my first official day in the Sunshine State soaking up as much sunshine as I can." I try to say with as much enthusiasm I can muster. Given what I had just been through these last couple of days I don't think I can handle being around the lovey dovey, ass grabbing, happy lesbian couple.
"Ok, honey. Just make sure you put on some sunscreen." my mom yelled out before I headed out the door. She really does try to be motherly even though she isn't very great at it. It's the thought that counts, I suppose.
I get to the beach and find a shady spot under a palm tree. It's gotta be at least 100 degrees out right now, but I welcome the change. At least the weather doesn't look like I feel inside and it helps with my mood some. I take out my camera; I attach my telephoto lens so I can get some good shots without leaving my nice, shady spot under the palm tree. I take a few shots and after a few minutes, I feel like someone is staring at me. I look around and about 30 feet from me sat this girl. Her hair was all sorts of spiky and she had on a bright yellow bikini that barely covers her teeny frame. She waved. I wasn't sure if she was waving at me so I looked behind me, when I turned back she was laughing and pointed at me. She started to get up and was walking towards me.
"Hey there!" said the little pixie girl, while standing over me. "I'm Alice. Alice Brandon."
"Um...hi! I'm Bella. Swan," I stammered, slightly confused. Why is she talking to me?
"Sooo, I saw that you're taking pictures, anything good?" Alice asked as she sits next to me.
"Um. Nothing spectacular just a few candid shots of random people." I reply, still wondering what made her talk to me. Am I projecting an I-need-a-friend-cuz-I-caught-my-bf-getting-deep-throated-by-some-slut-in-our-apartment look on my face? God I hope not!
"I didn't mean to intrude on you, but you just looked like you could use a friend. I'm guessing you're not from Florida?" she said confidently.
"No. I'm not from here. My mom moved here a few years ago. I'm here visiting for the summer. And I guess I could use a friend." I have no idea how she knew that but hey, I really could use a friend since I don't know anyone here.
"Listen, I'm about to head out now but how about we exchange cell numbers and I'll show you around sometime. Sound good?" she said all bubbly and full of smiles.
We exchanged numbers and she promised to call me later on. I sat on the beach for a little while longer, thinking about what just happened. Alice is pretty hot.
WHOA!
Where did that come from? Is my mom's lesbianism--is that even a word-- rubbing off on me? Get a grip, Bella! I yell at myself internally. There is nothing wrong with thinking that Alice is hot because, well, she is hot.
With that thought I decided that I needed to eat. I got up and headed home. Hopefully, my mother isn't getting down and dirty in the living room. I think I've met my lifetime quota of walking in on people fucking. Maybe I should call her, let her know I'm on my way back. That should give her fair warning.
I shook the sand off my flip flops before walking through my mom's. We ate lunch out on the patio and I hung out with her and Phil for a while before deciding to take a nap.
I woke up with my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I answered groggily.
"Bella? Hey it's Alice! Wake up!" she said, giggling.
"Oh hey, Alice! What's up?" I replied, trying to rub sleep off my eyes.
"Listen, get dressed we're going out tonight! Text me your address and I'll pick you up in an hour." she said right before I could ask her why she was calling.
"Um ok...? I'll see you in a few then." I answered. I texted her my mom's address and got up to take a shower and get dressed. Exactly an hour later the doorbell rang and a spiky haired pixie stood in front of my door step. She looked me up and down and shook her head.
"Um... we're going clubbing, not to church! This won't do." she gestures at what I'm wearing.
I ushered her into the house and introduce her to my mom and Phil as she drags me towards my room. How does she even know which room is mine? This girl must be psychic. After going through all my clothes she found an acceptable enough outfit to go out clubbing in.
"We gotta go shopping soon. Your wardrobe seriously needs some help!" she tells me as we get in her bright yellow sports car.
We get to the club and there was a line, there was also a valet. She tossed her keys to the valet and walked straight to the bouncer flashing him a big smile.
"Hi James! How's the crowd tonight?" she smiled at him while batting her eyelashes.
"Not too bad, Alice." James responded as he lifts the red rope.
We got in the club and Alice grabbed my hand and we made a beeline for the bar. We did 3 shots of Sex on the Beach then she grabs my hand again and we head to the dance floor. We danced for a bit and had a few more shots courtesy of the shot girls.
Alice was a great dancer. She is so graceful. She was gyrating her little hips against mine and would occasionally pull me towards her. She danced circles around me and I was just mesmerized by her movement. She was wearing a white halter top, a miniscule mini-skirt with some platform heels that gotta be at least 5" high! I don't know if it was the alcohol or what but, I couldn't keep my paws off of her. She didn't seem to mind though. She just kept looking and smiling at me.
"Are you having fun, Bella?" she whispered in my ear.
"Yes, I am actually. Though I think I'm a little buzzed." I whispered back to her ear, giggling like a little girl.
"Good! You look like you could use a good time." she tells me.
She was dancing with me with her hands wrapped around my neck. She looks at me and smiles. She licked her lips and leans in towards me. She kissed me. Softly, lightly at first, as if she's trying to get a feel of whether I would respond or not. How could I resist a hot pixie who's seductively rubbing up on me?! I didn't. I kissed her back. It started slow. Alice's lips were soft; she was slightly pulling my hair with one hand and cupping my ass on the other. I could still taste the last shot of Sex on the Beach that we did just a few minutes ago. She was kissing me like it was nobody's business, teasing me with her tongue, urging me to tease back. I could feel her smiling as she sucked on my bottom lip, just in time for a new song to start playing...I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It.
A/N: My plotline is unplanned. The story unravels itself as I type it as the characters tell me what they want. Enjoy and let me know what you guys think!