Forgive Me

Natalie raised an eyebrow and blushed slightly as she looked away from her. "I'm not beautiful," she said. "Momma said people like me aren't beautiful."

Rachael frowned. "Well your mom is a raging bitch who wouldn't know pretty if it was right in front of." She reached forward, tucking some hair behind Natalie's ear. "You're beyond beautiful Nat. You're fucking gorgeous. Don't believe otherwise."

Natalie bit her lip and looked at her, a small smile forming on her face. "Really?" she asked.

Rachael nodded. "I don't ask for kisses from ugly girls. I swear."

Natalie leaned over and gently kissed her cheek.

Rachael smiled, leaning forward and pecked Natalie's lips. She pulled away and started walking out of the room. "Now I can definitely promise to be nice to your sister." She walked into Sarah's room, laying down on her bed and waited.

Natalie quickly covered her mouth, her cheeks burning red.

Sarah walked out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, screaming and quickly covering her mouth and her body when she saw Rachael laying on her bed.

Rachael bit down on her bottom lip, wanting to make a perverted comment but knew she needed to behave. She covered her face with one of Sarah's pillows, only making her mouth visible. "Don't worry I won't look. I promised your sister I would play nice today."

"Jesus Christ," Sarah muttered. "You scared the shit out of me." She walked over to her dresser and grabbed clothes out, glancing over at her. "You talked to my sister?"

"Yep I talked to the only genuinely nice Ellison," Rachael answered. "So about our project. I want to do it on the wives of King Henry the eighth."

"Fine, whatever you want to do," Sarah said as she started to dress herself.

"He had six wives so I figured you can read up on three and I'll read up on the others," Rachael spoke. "I want Anne Boleyn, Katherine Aragorn and Anne of Cleves. So that means you get Jane Seymour, Katherine Howard and Katherine Parr."

Sarah nodded. "So he likes Katherines?" she asked.

Rachael shook her head as she sat up and looked at Sarah. "Katherine was a common name back then. So was Anne and Mary."

Sarah thought for a minute and smiled at her. "Can I ask a question?" she asked.

"I have a feeling I'm going to regret this but sure go ahead."

Sarah walked over to her bed and climbed onto it in front of her. "You like girls, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," Rachael answered. "I'm not a lesbian though. I like guys too."

"Mhm," Sarah hummed. She pulled her shirt up over her head and reached down, grabbing Rachael's hands and moving them up to rest over her bra. "Can you tell me how they feel?"

Rachael quickly pulled her hand away. "You're joking right? Don't you have a boyfriend who can tell you?"