I still hadn’t seen Bella. James directed me to sit on a bed of green grass; I wore a long white dress. The dress was sheer and lace, and strapless. Bella came, looking even more radiant than in the tabloids. Her hair was black, and shoulder-length, her eyes were a fierce green. She looked so different, yet the same.
Her dress was shorter than mine; her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with gel. She looked tired, with the raccoon eyes gray and black eye shadow. “Bella, Alice, I need you, Bella to act like you are helping her up,” James said, with Victoria right behind him, fluffing his blonde ponytail.
The next one was awkward, she lifted her leg up to the point where her ankle was on my shoulder, and my hand was on the side of her face. Her hand was on the opposite side of my waist.
The next picture was just flat out sexual. She bent to kiss my neck while my hand had to be under her skirt.
We did a few more that we even more sexual, and then my ex boyfriend, Jasper and his girlfriend, Andrea picked me up and took my home. I lived with them, and they were the best roommates ever. When I went to my room, my cell phone rang. It was Bella. “How did you get my number?”
“James gave it to me, hey, they want us to shoot again tomorrow, at 6pm, so call me later,”
“Fine, bye,”
“Bye, Alice…” Then we both hung up. It was sort of like instant replay I heard her saying my name a few times, and it got louder and louder until she was screaming it. It was amazing. Everything about her fucking tantalized me. Her voice, her body, her face, her hair, everything.
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