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Chapter 60:
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By the first cracks of dawn Bella and I were still on the beach, wading through the wet sand as we searched for our discarded dresses and underwear. With the villa so full of servants and male members of the species it wouldn't be all that proper to go parading about naked. Bella's panties seemed to have been washed away but I found my own, a small clump of red lace filled with wet sand. We found our dresses as well and slipped the soggy garments over our heads in silhouette of the red and breaking sunrise beyond the swells.
Back inside we took care not to bump into anyone in our unpresentable state and we were giggling as we scampered into our room. Unfortunately, for all our stealth, there happened to be a maid making our bed at that exact moment. Yelena. She looked up as we came in and Bella and I stumbled to a stop with guilty smiles, our hair wet and ropy and clogged with wet sand, our dresses drenched and clinging to our bodies, nipples stiff and very noticeable in the wet fabric. A disapproving flicker passed over her pretty Spanish face but she gave a quick curtsy and started inching toward the door.
"Sorry," she said. "I go."
But Bella's eyes had already lit up at being caught and she quickly flapped a hand for the girl to stay. "No, no, it's okay. We only came back to shower and get changed. Keep going, por favor."
The girl's brow darkened, as if she thought Bella's little bit of Spanish was patronizing, but she nodded.
"Si," she said, and moved back over to the bed.
Bella and I continued into the ensuite bathroom and I smiled at her as I closed the door.
"Por favor?" I inquired.
She smiled innocently. "What?"
I shook my head and pulled off my dress, the wet material peeling away like a second skin. Bella did as well, up over her head, and dropped it on the floor with a wet splat.
"Cute, though, isn't she?" she mentioned with studied casualness.
I lifted a finger at her warningly. "Don't even think about it, Bella."
Bella rolled her eyes and reached into the shower to turn on the water. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Tanya would never forgive us if we caused any more shit. Edward is such a fucking asshole. Even buried in the ocean he still manages to be a prick and ruin everything."
"We need to be extra careful from now on and prove to Tanya that she can trust us."
"I know. I do feel kind of shitty about the whole thing. To be honest, I kind of wish we just left Edward alone. It was fun and all, but…"
She was testing the water with her hand and she shrugged a shoulder. I smiled, glad to find her mature about this, and heaved a sigh.
"Well," I said. "At least he's out of the way now."
She nodded and stepped into the shower. "Yeah, I guess."
I entered the shower as well and slid closed the pebbled glassdoor.
Our bodies were covered with grains of sand but it hadn't been discomforting on our white crystalline skin and soon all the sand was washed away under the warm water. Showering together had become such routine for us that it didn't occur to me till now that the girl in our room would've noticed as well. That probably wasn't a good thing. It was nothing too bizarre for a couple to shower together, of course, but it would pay us to be a little more circumspect. The girl also would've noticed that we were out all night, no sleep, no rest, returning in wet dresses after no doubt making love all night under the moon and stars. That was quite careless as well, although in fairness, we did try to sneak through without anyone seeing us. We just didn't anticipate anyone to be in our actual room.
Soon we were scrubbed down and shampooed and drying ourselves off with towels. Bella seemed to be in something of a hurry and I had the suspicion that she wanted to go back into the room while the maid was still there. I suppose there was no harm in a little casual flaunting but I did hope she understood the girl was off limits. A disappearing servant would be impossible to lie about. Answers would be demanded from those of us with red eyes and Bella and I would be forced to confess. Which then perhaps might cast some doubt on our tale with Edward. So far most of the Cullens seemed to consider Bella above reproach but that could all change if we weren't careful. And the first step of being careful is not killing the pretty maid no matter how pretty she was.
Bella at least had the decency to wrap the towel around her body but she was still somewhat sexualized as she went back into the room. I was right behind her also with a towel around my freshly showered body.
The maid was only just finishing up with the bed and she looked up at us with a small frown, perhaps disapproving but also perhaps a little intimated by the fact that Bella and I, two sexy gorgeous lesbians, had just been showering together.
Bella had her arms folded loosely and she waited patiently and watched as the girl finished squaring the covers. Yelena was just done now and Bella gave her a special kind of smile.
"Thanks," she said. "I mean, um, gracias. Yelena, right?"
Yelena gave a grudging little nod. "Si."
"I'm Bella," Bella said, pleasant as a flower in the sunshine. "Isabella."
I smirked at how she also added her Spanish sounding name. As if that made them closer somehow. The maid went even darker.
"I know," she said. "Mr Edward talk about you much."
Bella raised her eyebrows. I smiled. The girl had a thick accent, like someone who learnt to speak a language by simply listening and learning, and as I suspected it seemed she did have some kind of connection to Edward. Or Mr Edward, as she said.
Bella grinned slowly.
"He did, did he?" she asked. "And what did he say?"
The maid, Yelena, continued glaring at her. "That he love you. That he left you so he would not hurt you. That he would protect you from anything. That he…"
The girl trailed off, realizing she was speaking above her station. I smiled and glanced her over. It seemed she had some suspicions about Bella's rape-claim. The rest of the Cullens had believed it easily enough but Yelena had different feelings. Love could often blind a woman but in this case it seemed to reveal the truth to this gorgeous Spanish maid.
Bella didn't know what to say next but by now my own curiosity had been piqued as well.
"How did you know him so well?" I asked her non-confrontationally.
She hesitated, frowning, but she seemed to want to say it. "He caught me," she said in her small voice, her imperfect accent. "Playing the piano. I apologize but he told me to keep playing. Then he play too. We play together every night."
Bella smirked and looked the girl over anew.
"That sounds very romantic," she said hintingly.
Panic swept over the girl's pretty face, her big black eyes. She was wearing her gray uniform with the white petticoats and she looked very adorable. She opened her mouth, perhaps to backpedal, but Bella smiled and shook her head.
"It's okay," she said. "I'm glad Edward had someone while I was gone. He was a very troubled man, but I never wished ill on him."
The maid seemed to soften at this. But saddened as well. As if Bella's niceness somehow made Edward more likely as a rapist.
Then, without warning, Bella shed her towel.
Just took it off, as casually as anything. She was completely naked underneath and the maid's big black eyes widened hugely at the sheer perfection of Bella's body. Bella was turning to the dresser and sliding open the top drawer, pretending all this was normal. I sighed and shook my head and the maid quickly curtsied and hurried out of the room.
Bella smirked when she was gone and stepped into a pair of panties she'd found.
I had my hands on my hips and I gave her a wife-like glare.
"Don't even think about it, Bella," I said. "I'm serious."
Bella giggled and waved it away. "Oh, I was only playing."
I eyed her suspiciously for a moment and then I too shed my towel.
Within the hour we were changed and out and about in fresh dresses, me in white for a change and my lovely mate in blue. It was fast becoming my favorite feature of the island; terrific dress wearing weather. The tropical climate opened up some nice possibilities for shoes as well, sandals with tall heels that fully displayed your toenail polish. Aside from a setback or two this really was turning out to be a very nice vacation.
On the terrace outside we found Emmett and Rosalie. Emmett was wearing a colourful Hawaiian shirt—in the Caribbean—and his lovely wife Rosalie was wearing a floral sundress. The woman was sitting at a small garden table with her legs crossed and she was frowning as her husband explained something to her with lots of pleading and animated hand gestures. Neither of them had seen Bella since the incident a couple days ago and Emmett grinned and hallooed when he saw her.
"There she is!" he called. "It's about time you came out of that room!"
This was perhaps a bit insensitive to say to a woman who's been recovering from rape related trauma—ostensibly, at least—and his wife gave him a glare and hissed at him.
"Emmett," she said.
Emmett realized his mistake and went sheepish as we came over. "Oh, shit. Sorry. How are you doing, anyway?"
Bella smiled at him, not fazed in the least and perhaps a little relieved she wouldn't have to act so much anymore, and gave him a little shrug.
"I'm alright," she said.
Rosalie had turned her glare to Bella but the glare was a little different than last time. This time there seemed to be some grudging sympathy. And perhaps suspicion. Like the maid upstairs perhaps this blonde beauty also had some doubts about Bella's tale.
Emmett, meanwhile, had sobered greatly and now he nodded at Bella a couple times with a great deal of sympathy and understanding in his square and manly face.
"Yeah," he said delicately, like how you'd agree with a mental patient. Then he perked up and flapped a hand. "But hey, forget about Edward. He was always a bit, you know. I'm glad he didn't actually, uh…"
Emmett trailed off, not precisely sure how to convey his joy that Bella's vagina hadn't been non-consensually penetrated by an attacker. Rosalie rolled her eyes at his attempt at tact. Bella smiled at him bashfully and nodded a couple times. I smiled as well. He was a good man, this Emmett, if a bit oafish.
Emmett recovered from his misstep and then he grinned broadly and clapped his hands suddenly.
"So," he said. "Is this a vacation or what? Water skiing. Who's up for it?"
The question was mostly put to Bella and I but it was Rosalie who answered.
"I was just telling him you probably wouldn't be in the mood," she said to Bella.
Bella shrugged a shoulder and looked half-interested. Marvellous acting, as always. Emmett saw the flicker of excitement in her eyes and lit up himself.
"Come on, it'll be fun," he said. "Ally said she took you guys out on the beach yesterday, but I'm gonna do you one better. Have you ever been on a speedboat?"
Bella shook her head, letting a little more excitement shine through. "No, but I did go fishing with my dad when I was a kid."
Emmett grinned hugely. "Fishing? Hell, girl. I'll take you shark fishing. They got great whites just a couple miles out the bay. How would you like to fish for one of those babies?"
"Sounds great."
"The reefs are beautiful too, they got all kinds of coral and shit. Pink and orange and fancy stones. Chick's dig that kind of thing."
"Do I need a swimsuit?"
"You bet your sweet little ass you need a swimsuit."
The mention of my mate's sweet little ass caused both Rosalie and I to glare at him for opposing reasons. He wilted slightly under the narrowed eyes of these two extremely gorgeous and angry women and scratched his head sheepishly.
"I mean, um…yeah, you'll need a swimsuit."
Bella, meanwhile, was not only un-angry but also kind of flattered. She smiled and gave a little giggle as she took my arm.
"We better go get changed then," she said.
Emmett nodded with a grin and Rosalie exhaled through her nose.
It was a shame to discard our dresses so early in the day but perhaps bikinis were even better. The presence of a man and a woman who absolutely hated our guts might cramp our usual fuck-at-any-time style a little bit but I'm sure it would be fun nonetheless. Bella said she had never been water skiing and I, of course, hadn't either. The silly things hadn't even been invented till the last half century or so and I had always been rather slow to adapt. I preferred the simple pleasures in life, like rape and murder. But I'm sure water skiing was fun too.
We were each clad in bikinis by the time we made our way down to the small dock where a modest fleet of pleasureboats rocked in the crystal blue water. Emmett called out cheerfully when he saw us, shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks. He was loading up a small speedboat with skis and other equipment for our marine adventure, including snorkels and goggles and a long steel harpoon to presumably hunt sharks with. Rosalie was there too, clad in a red and ravishing bikini, and she was giving him orders like a foreman who used to be a swimsuit model. Emmett complimented us both as we came up, telling us we looked sexy as fuck, and I suppose he had a point. Bella's bikini was blue and side-tied and my own bikini was bright green in counterpoint to my long red hair.
Rosalie was glaring at us as she looked us over, standing there with a hand on her hip, tall and blonde with legs that were impossibly long and heartbreakingly sexy. The material of her bikini was so dark and red in the bright morning sunlight that it looked hot to the touch, small patches of fabric that clung to her breasts and a little triangle between her legs. She could sense our awe and she established feminine dominance early by stepping into the boat with luscious movements of her long legs that were designed to impress anybody watching. Bella and I shared a look and gulped. Then we climbed into the boat as well.
The boat was small and sleek and soon the fiberglass hull was searing through the waves in sprays of spume as Emmett pulled down on the throttle. At first we were only taking a tour of the island. The island was quite large and it took almost a full our to make an entire circuit, Emmett driving and the three women in the back, Rosalie stretched out like a goddess and Bella and I giggling and jostling and half sitting in each other's laps. We went along the beach at the distance of a mile out and we saw the villa sitting there in the sun with its whitewashed walls and columns and the quaint terracotta roof. Emmett would slow down for certain views but he sped up past the cliffs that had been known as Edward's Bluff. No one spoke during that small stretch of the ride but Rosalie did glance at Bella to check if she was alright. The blonde woman had been remarkably civil all morning. Clearly the event had not completely eased all of her ire but most women do have sympathy for victims of attempted rape, even the cold hearted bitches like Rosalie.
In coming around the rear of the island we took a short cut through a creek that wove through the jungle. Emmett yelled over his shoulder as he steered the boat for us to look at things that were gone in the blink of an eye. Bella and I giggled but we didn't request for him to slow down. We simply held a hand on top of our heads to keep our hair from fluttering too much in the slip stream and watched the jungle go by in a blur of green foliage and spraying creek water.
Eventually we had circled back around to the dock and here Bella and I disembarked to put on the skis. Emmett gave us a crash course there on the pier, teachings us how to stand and balance and demonstrating himself with his knees bent and his ass sticking out like a football player. Bella and I mimicked him, holding the rod that was attached to the rope, and Emmett nodded and admired our forms and gave us a thumbs up. As vampires there was no real danger of breaking our necks but naturally we would prefer not to embarrass ourselves. Rosalie watched all this from the boat, sighing and not deigning to even consider skiing herself, and soon Emmett was back behind the controls of the boat.
Bella and I were grinning, holding our rods, and then suddenly we were snatched off the pier as the speedboat roared to life. Bella shrieked with giggles and lost balance instantly and got dragged through the water a little bit, bouncing and screaming. I laughed as well, perfectly poised with my skis slashing through the surface and the wind rushing through my hair. Bella eventually rightened herself and managed to keep balance as the speedboat tore down the beach and I smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up. Unfortunately releasing the rod with one hand caused me to lose my own balance and suddenly I was snatched into the surface of the water and bouncing along and screaming in embarrassment with the sound of Bella's laughter shrieking in the wind.
Emmett made another full circuit of the island while Bella and I were towed on ropes behind the boat like strange cargo, wet in our bikinis and smiling in the sunlight an calling out for him to go faster. He did, pushing the throttle as far as it would go, and eventually he headed out to sea and began to slow down.
Bella and I had to swim back to the boat when it finally came to a stop. It was only a little past noon by now and the sun was at its highest point in the sky. Emmett reached over the edge of the boat to pull us out of the water and together Bella and I came back aboard, dripping and smiling and glowing in the sunlight.
Rosalie shrank back from us, as if she didn't want to get wet, and Emmett helped us take off our skis. We were about five miles from the island and you could only barely see it in the distance. Aside from that there was nothing but open ocean as far as the eye could see. The boat was rocking gently in the calm water and after the skis were stowed away Emmett sat with Rosalie and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He said we could relax a little bit here. I smiled and looked up at the sky. Two seagulls were circling the sun in perfect synchronization and the sky was perfect blue without even a wisp of a cloud.
I had my arm around Bella's shoulders and Bella was quite snuggled. Emmett was smiling at us in a certain way, half because we were both women and half because he seemed to be genuinely happy for Bella. Rosalie had been silent for most of the trip and at least she had refrained from throwing either of us overboard. The seagulls called from above and the boat rocked and after a while Emmett heaved a sigh and grinned at the rest of the group.
"This is the life, huh?" he asked us.
Bella and I smiled. Emmett grinned and wrapped his arm tighter around Rosalie.
"Relaxing on a tropical island," he went on. "Out on the water with three gorgeous women."
Rosalie gave him a glare. Emmett cleared his throat quickly.
"And my wife," he added, "who, of course, is the only one I'm actually looking at."
Rosalie rolled her eyes dryly. I smiled and shook my head. The man was incorrigible. Bella giggled and like before she seemed to have a way of overlooking his pig-ishness in a way she wouldn't do for any other male.
"Thanks a lot for taking us out today, Emmett," she said. "It really helped get my mind off things."
Emmett waved it off magnanimously. "My pleasure," he said. "And I wasn't even thinking about a fourway or anything like that. Unless…?"
He gave us a round of hopeful glances, shirtless, the lone man among three sexy bikini clad women, his broad muscular chest perhaps even a little tempting under the bright tropical sun. Bella and I glanced at each other awkwardly but it was his wife's glare that killed the notion before it could do more than bulge his shorts.
"Honey," she said. "Why don't you go hunt a shark?"
Emmett took the hint and grinned and hopped to his feet.
"Good idea," he said.
Bella and I shrank backwards as he began doing a few stretches to warm up. Exercises were useless to a vampire, of course, but perhaps his true aim was to display his abs and pecs and bulging shoulder muscles, flexing and posing as if to show us poor gay girls what we were missing out on.
Bella gave me a small eyeroll and I hid a smile behind my hand.
"I'll be back in a hour with the biggest shark you ever seen," he was saying. "One time I even found a killer whale. Not so great for eating, though. Lots of blubber, not much blood. You gals be nice!"
Then he jumped and dove into the water and swam out and began to submerge.
Rosalie was shaking her head, watching him go till he disappeared. Once he was gone she turned back to us and there was even a small and slightly apologetic smile on her face. The boat trip had perhaps loosened her up a little.
"I'm sorry about his humor," she said. "He…"
She gestured with a hand helplessly, like a wife whose husband needed to be excused in some way. Bella smiled brightly and shook her head.
"It's alright," she said. "Emmett's great."
"He is," I agreed. "He seems like a wonderful man."
Rosalie nodded and actually went a little bashful, proud of her big oaf. In that one moment, that one expression, you could see how much she loved him. I was actually a little surprised, considering what a nitpicking bitch she was. Most of the time, at least. The sun and the sea seemed to have mellowed her out a little.
For a while the three of us were silent. Bella and I were sitting together on one side of the boat and Rosalie was sitting on the other, close quarters in the small speedcraft. The boat was rocking in the steady heaving of the ocean and you could hear the water lapping at the sides of the hull.
The blonde woman seemed to have something on her mind, something that had drew her perfect brows together anxiously, and eventually she looked up at Bella.
"I wanted to apologize," she said. "For how I behaved when you first arrived on the island."
Bella was surprised but she quickly smiled shyly and shrugged it away. "You don't have to. You were right, anyway. I never should've come here. It's my fault what happened to Edward. If it wasn't for me…"
Bella trailed off and looked down remorsefully. I smiled to myself. She had used the same speech on Alice and it seemed to be just as effective on Rosalie.
"No, Bella," she said firmly. "Don't you dare blame yourself."
Bella looked up at her. Rosalie had been surprisingly vehement and Bella wasn't sure why. Those blonde brows were set together furiously, but not at Bella, and the woman was clearly very troubled.
"This is hard for me," she went on, and you could hear the strain in her voice. "I'll admit, when I first heard what happened…when Esme told me what Edward did to you…I didn't believe it. I couldn't."
Bella didn't respond. She just made an appropriate expression. Hurt. Sadness. A little anger. Rosalie looked at her remorsefully and went on.
"I thought I knew him," she said. "I thought I knew what kind of man he was. Most of all I thought he could never do anything like this. At first I accused you of lying, but Esme had seen herself what Edward had done to you. So then I tried to blame you. I thought you must've provoked him or driven him to it, or…"
She shook her head, letting her words trail off. When she looked up her amber eyes were even more remorseful.
"But there's no excuse for what he did," she said. "I can't ever forgive a man for attacking a woman."
Again the boat fell silent. Bella glanced at me, not sure how to proceed, and I gave her a nod. Bella turned back to Rosalie and gave a small smile.
"Thank you, Rosalie," she said. "It means a lot for you to say that. Part of me will always blame myself, but you're right. Thank you so much for understanding."
Rosalie nodded her head despondently. "I understand more than you know."
"What do you mean?" Bella asked her curiously.
Rosalie looked out toward the ocean. The horizon was shimmering in the distance and perfectly level across the earth in a brilliant blue haze. Eventually she turned back to us and her gorgeous face was a mask of anxiety.
"I just know," she said. "What it's like. When…"
Bella looked at her intently, eager to listen. Rosalie sighed and spoke while looking down at the floor of the boat.
"Before I met Carlisle…back when I was human…I was engaged to a man named Royce King," she said. "He was very wealthy. From a wealthy family. And very handsome. On the surface he seemed perfect. And I couldn't have been happier. Then one night…"
She paused and looked up. I could already tell where this tale was going. Bella too was already beginning to pretend to be sympathetic.
Rosalie sighed and went on.
"He was drunk with some friends," she said. "And he started to show me off to them. To brag about me. As if I were some kind of object. He even wanted me to take off my clothes. When I refused, he hit me. When I cried, he beat me. And when I begged, he…"
Bella covered her mouth with a hand.
"Oh god," she said.
Rosalie nodded at that assessment and sighed once more. "They raped me. Over and over again. I woke half dead in a hospital and that's how I met Carlisle. He took pity on and me and changed me into a vampire."
"Oh, Rosalie," Bella said with truly believable synthetic sympathy. "I'm so sorry."
Rosalie's lips twitched into just a small brave smile and she nodded again. "I just wanted you to know that I do understand. I know what it's like to be betrayed by someone you love. Or used to love."
Rosalie turned to me and gave me an unexpected smile.
"I'm just glad your real mate was there so she could protect you," she said. "Because if he had fully raped you I would hunt him down and kill him myself."
I allowed myself a small smile as well and I had a flush of admiration for this beautiful blonde woman. Suddenly her personality made so much more sense. Being gang raped by one's fiancé would make any girl a bit prickly. I was also impressed at how she managed to set aside her enmity for Bella in Bella's time of crisis, even going so far as to console her. The crisis was fake, of course, but that didn't detract from the blonde woman's graciousness.
Bella was touched as well, perhaps genuinely, and now she rose and went and sat down beside Rosalie.
Rosalie was surprised but not as surprised as when Bella put her arms around the other woman and hugged her tight, the two of them in bikinis, thighs touching, embracing under the sun with the boat rocking gently.
"I'm so sorry about what happened to you, Rosalie," Bella said. "I can't imagine going through anything like that."
I smirked to myself and hid it behind a hand. Bella knew exactly what it was like. It had happened to her many times. I was rather more gentle and affectionate than most rapists, of course, but still.
Rosalie had been caught off-guard by the embrace but now she returned it.
"It was a long time ago," she said. "He's dead now. Royce. I killed him myself. Him and everyone involved that night. It's the only time I've ever taken human lives, but I didn't drink a drop of their blood. I wouldn't drink anything so disgusting."
Bella tightened the hug. "I'm glad they got what they deserved."
Rosalie chuckled once. Bitterly. But somewhat fondly. You could almost see the friendship forming between them. Taking shape in the small space between their embraced bikini clad bodies. Warmth and affection, little flickers of arcing electricity.
Bella finally released the other woman and looked into her face. Rosalie smiled and looked aside shyly.
"Well," she said. "I'm sorry to bring the mood down. I just wanted to apologize. Hopefully we can move forward without any more hostility for each other."
Bella smiled and remained sitting there. Closely. In her bikini. With their legs brushing and this new excitement in the air.
"I never wanted any hostility to begin with, Rose," she said. "All I ever wanted was to be friends with you."
Bella's tone was quite cloying but it seemed to have the desired effect. Rosalie went even more shy, which was quite attractive in a woman who was normally so cold and forbidding. Her lips curved into a smile and she even chuckled once.
"I'm sorry I was such a bitch when we first met," she said. "I guess I was jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
Rosalie's smile went into a small embarrassed smirk as she gave a little shrug. "Of you," she said. "Of how everyone liked you so much. Of how beautiful you were, even as just a human."
Bella pretended to be surprised at the confession and giggled in delight.
"You thought I was beautiful?" she asked.
Rosalie laughed, utterly melting in the radiance of the other girl's charm. I was just watching in awe. Only a girl like Bella could possibly segway a rape confession with a nemesis like Rosalie into not only friendship but a possible fuck as well. The girl was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Bella laughed as well and settled a bit and let her eyes flicker over Rosalie's red bikini.
"I thought you were beautiful too," she said. "In fact, I thought you were mind-blowingly stunning. The first time I saw you I basically wanted to kill myself in despair. That's how amazing you were."
Rosalie had probably heard many compliments in her life but this one seemed to stun her. She glanced at me in a sort of panic, as if she couldn't believe my mate would say something like that in front of me. But I only smiled and reclined against the boat and watched to see how it would go.
Bella smirked and looked into Rosalie's eyes steadily.
"Even now," she whispered. "Sitting here next to you…I feel like I'm going to just incinerate from inferiority."
Bella had lifted a hand and she was using a finger to brush some blonde strands of hair from Rosalie's face. Rosalie had lost her smile but she had gone breathless with excitement.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
Bella smiled and glanced toward me and then back at Rosalie. "Vicky and I have a very open relationship. We encourage each other to be as affectionate as possible with other people. And right now…I'm feeling a very deep need to be affectionate to you. May I?"
Rosalie didn't answer. But she didn't recoil either. Bella's lips were moving toward her own and then slowly, gently, they connected.
I smiled, watching, the boat rocking softly. There was no sound at all in the warm air but the slosh of water against the hull and then, distantly, a seagull. Bella was cupping Rosalie's face, their lips pressed tentatively together, one of them lighthaired, one of them darkhaired. Rosalie in a red bikini and Bella in blue. Perfectly opposite and symmetrical and of such equal sexiness that it stitched a beat in my heart to see this beautiful kiss blossoming between them, Bella waiting for Rosalie to respond and Rosalie finally parting her lips, their eyes closed, their tongues emerging. Shifting on the little padded shelf they were sitting on, a moan or two, their hands holding each other's face.
My vagina was already beginning to hum—my bikini bottoms very tight all the sudden—but this was a moment between them. So I only watched and I was more than happy to. Bella was deepening the kiss, taking the lead with the other woman who was no doubt usually more dominant. Perhaps she had never been kissed by another woman before, and certainly not by a seductress like Bella. I thought we might've had to resort to a rather rough raping if we ever wanted to get at the blonde woman's vagina but I was glad such lengths wouldn't be necessary. Forcing her to relive the trauma of how she been turned might've been a little unpleasant.
Bella broke the kiss and smiled at Rosalie with shiny lips.
"Let's be friends, Rosalie," she whispered. "Let's be really good friends."
Rosalie was completely breathless and the only reply she could manage was a nod.
Soon they were making out again in their bikinis and it didn't take very long for the blonde woman to become more assertive. I watched them with a broad grin and I probably enjoyed the show more than Emmett might've. Rosalie at first was a little stifled by the audience but she loosened up very fast and even began to enjoy it, shooting me smirks and smiles as I provided a commentary of how beautiful they were together. Rosalie confessed that she had never done anything like this before, with another girl, and Bella was more than eager to guide her through the process.
Before long both women were topless, the colourful scraps of fabric laying in the floor of the boat, and they were stroking each other's breasts playfully. Rosalie had a smile on her face that was radiant in the sun and almost giddy with experimentation. She admitted that she had never approved of homosexuality but at the same time it was impossible to deny how desirable the female body was. Bella smirked and assured her you don't have to be gay to suck another woman's sexy tits. Rosalie took the hint and smiled as she lowered her head and applied a lick to one of Bella's nipples, softly, gently, just tasting it. She seemed to like the taste and she licked again and then once more before taking the nipple between her lips. She moaned deep in her throat and soon she was sucking on it like a full blown lesbian.
She spent a while on Bella's breasts but soon Bella was leaning back and opening her legs, flinging one of them over the side of the boat. The only thing covering Bella's vagina was a small triangle of blue bikini. Bella stroked at herself with her fingers and smirked at Rosalie as if to tempt her and Rosalie licked her lips and lowered her head once more. She peeled aside that blue fabric and then she was licking at Bella's slit with Bella moaning and offering tips and petting her beautiful blonde hair. Rosalie seemed to enjoy the taste of vagina just as much as tits and she ate it out hungrily until Bella orgasmed with a loud groan into the tropical afternoon.
After that Bella returned the favor by kneeling down in the floor of the boat to go down on Rosalie. Rosalie grinned at the predicament and asked me across the boat if I was sure I was cool with this. I laughed and told her Bella and I were always eager to make new friends. By now Bella had peeled away the strip of red bikini that covered Rosalie's pussy and she had begun to lick. Rosalie hissed in a breath and she was already on the verge of a massive wet climax. Bella was kneeling there between her wide open thighs, her long dark hair cascading down her naked back, and she moaned deeply into Rosalie's vagina and pushed her tongue inside and tongued the other woman until the other woman was moaning with her face raised to the sun, moaning louder and louder until her pretty blonde head almost popped from her first lesbian orgasm.
Eventually those amber eyes opened again and she looked down at Bella who was still on her knees. Bella smiled up at her from between her thighs and gave her a few licks and kisses, right there on her vagina, to encourage the new intimacy between them. Rosalie smiled and breathed deeply and ran a hand through her hair.
"Wow," she said. "I don't think I ever came that hard in my life."
Bella giggled and continued giving her little intimate kisses on her pussy. Rosalie grinned down at her.
"Tell Emmett I said that and I'll kill you," she warned.
Bella finally rose up and took a seat beside her with a smile. "You don't feel bad about cheating, do you?" she asked. "Because it really wasn't. Like I said, it's just how Vicky and I treat our friends. It's really no different from a hug. Or a kiss on the cheek. Just a lot more affectionate. And fun."
Rosalie smiled and nodded. "I know," she said. "Don't worry, I'm cool."
Bella giggled and threw her arms around Rosalie in a hug. The blonde woman hugged her back. She seemed to enjoy this new kind of friendship and she was all but glowing.
The embrace lasted a long time, the two of them just holding each other, topless, wearing nothing but bikini bottoms, and then finally they released each other. I was still sitting there on the opposite side of the boat, watching them with a warm smile, and my vagina was absolutely drenched behind my bikini.
Rosalie smirked at me, her amber eyes flickering up and down over my body, and then she looked into my eyes challengingly.
"Victoria, huh?" she said, as if to check if the name fit my appearance. "Are we going to be friends too?"
I smiled at her winsomely. "I would very much like so, yes."
Rosalie looked at me for a while. Then she rose and came over and sat down beside me.
"I'm not used to these kinds of relationships," she said. "But I'm gonna go with it."
Then she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a kiss.
Bella giggled and watched eagerly. I was terribly horny by now but the woman soon had a hand in my bikini bottoms, touching me, stroking me, inserting several fingers. I could feel them inside me, my vagina clenching down around them, and it wasn't long before I orgasmed with a gasp into her mouth. She smirked at me and kissed me some more and I moaned and kissed her back. The orgasm was still ebbing through me but it was only the beginning. We had at least another half an hour before Emmett would be back.
Bella eventually wanted to join in and soon the three of us were in the floor of the boat among the skis and bikini scraps, naked and pale and writhing under the high tropical sun like fish who'd been caught in the ocean and brought aboard, or perhaps mermaids or sirens, sea creatures of untold sexiness whose moans formed a melody that mingled with the sound of water that lapped at the hull of the boat. Bella and I both had two fingers inserted into Rosalie's vagina, that small wet hole completely filled, and together we pumped her to an orgasm that lifted her spine from the floor of the boat. Rosalie then took one of my large white breasts in her hand and began sucking on the nipple. I let her suck on it for a while and then I climbed onto her face and let her lick me out while Bella licked out Rosalie herself. I was kneeling there in the floor of the boat and I could see out across the ocean and I was on the verge of orgasm when I saw something swimming toward us in the distance.
I wish it had been a shark fin but it wasn't.
It was Emmett.
About a mile out, fast approaching. I yelped and orgasmed and quickly dismounted from his wife's face and told them to hurry and get dressed. The three of us giggled like mad women and stumbled about the floor of the boat as we pulled on our bikini bottoms. Bella somehow ended up with the wrong ones, red ones, and Rosalie giggled and hissed at her and demanded them back. Bella took them off and pulled on her own instead and the three of us only barely managed to put all of our bikinis on in time before the water erupted by the side of the boat and Emmett came back aboard with a huge grin and a dead shark over one shoulder. We smiled at him innocently and didn't mention what we'd been up to.
The rest of the afternoon was spent motoring around the island and chatting. The dead shark lay in the floor of the boat, long and gray with its mouth open and rows of razorous teeth agrin. God knows why the boy wanted to keep it. He was driving the boat and Bella was leaning at the controls next to him, pretty in her bikini. He was curious about what she had been up to since he last saw her in Forks and Bella happily told the tale, or at least the PG version. She did admit that I had come to kill her but she left out the part where I had raped and abducted her. Instead she said I had simply felt sorry for her and changed my mind. Emmett nodded and soon began grinning as Bella recounted our adventures in Port Angeles, the motel room where we had stayed for over a week and had sex over and over and over. One thing she didn't shy about was elaborating on how much of a slut she was. Rosalie and I were in the rear of the boat, sitting side by side in our bikinis, and every now and then we would share a smile and an eyeroll as our mates made fools of themselves with sex stories.
The sun was setting by the time we docked at the island. The three of us ladies climbed out of the boat first and Emmett watched our asses as we did. Bella was thanking him again for taking us out today and he told us again that it was his pleasure. Bella gave him a kiss on the cheek there on the pier in the dusky romantic sunset, like a girl saying goodnight after a date, and he grinned bashfully and grabbed up his shark and continued into the boat house.
Rosalie came with us back to the villa and we bid goodnight in the courtyard. Bella thanked her as well, not just for taking us out on the ocean, but for being such an understanding friend, and then she wrapped her arms around her neck and gave her a long and affectionate tongue kiss. Rosalie accepted it with her hands at Bella's hips and they shared a moment of eye contact in the twilight before they smiled and separated.
Bella and I were going up the marble staircase inside, both of us looking forward to relaxing in bed together, when we heard the sounds of a piano. At first we thought it was Tanya. Her disapproval had been weighing on us both and we thought we might be able to begin making amends. But when we tracked down the source of the piano and opened a door into a parlour we saw that it wasn't Tanya at all. It was the maid, Yelena.
It was getting dark outside and the young Spanish girl was playing solely in the light of an antique lamp. She was dressed in her uniform and I wondered if she had permission to play whenever she pleased. She actually played very well and she was so lost in concentration that she hadn't noticed Bella and I come in. Bella grinned, both of us still in our bikinis, and then she went over. I sighed and hoped she wasn't getting any ideas.
The maid startled when she saw the other girl and fumbled a note.
"Oh," she said. "Sorry."
She was already beginning to rise from the piano stool but Bella smiled and put a hand on her shoulder to keep her there.
"No, no," she said. "I just wanted to listen. May I sit down?"
Bella didn't wait for an answer. She sat down beside the maid in her bikini and the maid looked at her grudgingly and said nothing. Bella gave her a smile.
"I never played much, but Tanya taught me a little," she said.
The maid didn't reply. Bella pressed a few keys experimentally, trying to remember what she had been taught. A vague melody took form, awkward and ill-practiced, and the maid sat there and listened impassively.
Bella finally hit the last note, cutely proud of herself, and the maid tried not to look too cold.
"Bueno," she whispered.
Bella giggled at the compliment and relaxed a little on the stool. "Thanks," she said. "Tell me something, Yelena. Did Edward ever…touch you?"
Yelena's face grew darker.
"No," she said.
Bella's smirk curved upwards and she levelled a lusty look into the Spanish girl's eyes in the dim lamplight.
"Then he was a fool," she said, and kissed her.
The kiss took the girl completely by surprise. She recoiled and in her panic she slipped off the stool and fell backwards into the floor with her petticoats flinging upwards to reveal a pair of lovely brown thighs.
Bella giggled and watched her scramble to her feet. Yelena's face was so filled with blood you could smell it. The scent would've been even sharper to Bella who was still something of a newborn. I could see the hunger in her deadly red eyes as she stared at the maid and the maid didn't bow or curtsy or otherwise excuse herself. She simply hurried out of the room and left the door open behind her.
I sighed and watched her go. Then I turned back to Bella.
"I told you not to even think about it, Bella," I said.
Bella smiled innocently and gave a giggle.
"I'm not," she said. "Seriously."
I shook my head and then very casually I grabbed a handful of her hair and snatched the disobedient little girl from the piano stool.
She giggled at the surprising roughness and stumbled along as I basically dragged her back to our room. I threw her inside and closed the door and ripped the bikini from her body. She moaned as my tongue entered her mouth and I kissed her forcefully for a while before throwing her onto the bed and going directly for the vagina that was revealed by the spreading of her long white legs. She groaned and orgasmed and arched her spine and orgasmed again but deep down I knew that her monstrous lust could only be satisfied temporarily. She had eyes for that maid and I was going to have to keep even closer eyes on Bella.
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AN: I have to admit, I really enjoyed writing this one. Lots of fluff and sex and tropical boat rides. It was just really fun. :)
Hope everyone is happy with how I handled Rosalie. Originally it was supposed to be much more violent, to deliberately make her relive her human trauma, but several reviewers cautioned against that, and I realized they were right. Rosalie isn't some faceless OC, she's a canon character that a lot of us actually care about. So thanks for the warning on that one. Tanya would've disapproved too. ;)
Instead I went with the friendship angle, and I actually think it turned out a lot better. It felt very genuine for some reason, and Rosalie was sexy as fuck as she got melted down and seduced into lesbian experimentation. :)
The maid, Yelena, got a couple of scenes in this one too. I tried to give her an accent without resorting to speech gimmicks or weird spellings. Hope it came across. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with her, but there's plenty of possibilities. :)
Okay, new chapter soon. Hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did. :)