REAL TALK THO: Should Ophelia have a bare, bush, or trimmed pussy? IDK what to decide and this is critical for the smut I'm writing!

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Ophelia rolls over in bed, scooting closer to the warmth at her side. She snuggles up to the body in bed with her, wiggling happily when an arm comes and wraps around her. Her butt throbs weakly but rather than wake up more, Ophelia chooses to press closer to the body holding her instead.

Hours later Ophelia wakes again, finding the room bright with light. She squints, turning to face away from the bright light. She nudges her nose against something hard and opens her eyes. It's a leg. Her gaze travels up and up to see Samantha sitting up in bed with her laptop in her lap. She's in her pajamas which Ophelia doesn't remember her changing, or herself changing for that matter.

"Good afternoon, sweetheart." Samantha smiles down at her, stopping her typing. "Sleep well?"

Ophelia struggles to remember what happened last night. "My head hurts." She noses at Samantha's thigh, curling up. "I wanna sleep more."

Samantha chuckles, moving the hair out of Ophelia's face. "It's 3 in the afternoon."

Ophelia shoots up. "What?" She looks around the room, extremely worried.

"Relax, it's Sunday. No work today." Samantha helps her lie back down, pulling the covers back over Ophelia.

She checks underneath the blankets seeing that she's dressed in a well-worn t-shirt and shorts that aren't hers. "These aren't my clothes."

Samantha moves her laptop from her lap to the nightstand. "Yes, you didn't pack any pajamas so I dressed you in some of mine." She stares down at her sub with a gentle, relaxed expression. "Ophelia, how are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort?"

"My ass really hurts." She rubs a hand over her sore bottom.

Samantha leans over, uncovering Ophelia. She pulls the waistband of the shorts down, revealing a slightly red butt. "I have a cream I could put on it that might help with the soreness." She runs a finger over the round curve of Ophelia's asscheek. She pulls the waistband back up, removing her hands from Ophelia's body.

Ophelia remains still, flabbergasted.

"Sweetheart?" Samantha pokes Ophelia on the nose.

"You just looked at my naked butt." Ophelia scoots away on the bed, mortified. "Oh my gosh, last night you saw me naked!" Horror is on her face. "You saw my vagina!"

Samantha stares in surprise, an expression of bewilderment on her freckled features. "Yes, I did. Ophelia, you experienced a sub-drop last night. You were completely out of it." She places a hand over Ophelia's on the sheets. "I gave you a bubble bath since you said those help you relax and make you happy. I had to help you undress because you were unresponsive." She takes away her hand, tone suddenly serious. "Ophelia, I would never touch you in a way that might make you uncomfortable. Last night, I did that only to take care of you. None of it was sexual. I didn't ogle your body, I didn't really pay attention to it, to be honest. I was focused on making you comfortable while you were zoned out."

"So you didn't see my privates?" Ophelia wraps her hands around her stomach, self-conscious.

"Sweetheart, how old are you?" Samantha lifts a tired brow. "You're an adult, you can say breasts and pussy."

She smacks her hands over her ears, yelling over Samantha's giggles. "No, no, no!"

Samantha stands from the bed still laughing. "Are you hungry?"

Ophelia takes her hands away, mock scowling at the older woman. "Yes."

"Go wash up. I'll make you a sandwich." Samantha grabs her laptop and heads for the door.

The younger woman watches her go but remembers one more thing. "Hey Samantha," Said woman hums as she turns at the door, looking back at Ophelia. "Thank you for taking care of me last night." She blushes, "You're a good domme to me."

She smiles, looking away from the younger. "Of course, sweetheart."

Monday rolls around and before long it's Tuesday. Ophelia watches her Aunt Azalea walk around the choir room, picking up stray music sheets after her latest class. She lies across the piano bench, sighing longingly. She didn't eat lunch with Samantha yesterday or today. The redhead was busy with midterms and Ophelia didn't want to bother her after she spent the entire weekend with her.

"Something you need to tell me?" Aunt Lea comes to lean against the piano. "Because if I hear one more giant sigh from you I'm going to think you have a breathing problem and need to get your lungs checked." She lightly smacks Ophelia's foot with the stack of papers in her hand. "And get your dirty shoes off my mahogany bench."

"Aunt Lea, how did you know you were gay?" She sits up, hands on her knees as she straddles the bench. "Like, how did you know that girls are what you like?"

Azalea's mouth drops open a bit before she gathers herself together. She takes a seat on the bench, her leg pressed against her niece's. "I guess, I kind of always knew. Growing up, I stared at girls more than I did boys'." She shrugs. "I think it really cemented that I was a lesbian when I saw Heather Graham dressed in a bikini in a magazine. That woman is fine."

"Oh, alright." She stares down at the wood grains below her outstretched fingers.

"Why? You think you're gay?" Lea nudges her foot, "Because I could have told you that 2 years ago."

Ophelia snaps her neck up. "What?"

Aunt Lea nods, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Well, I mean you never showed interest in boys growing up. Honestly, I thought you were Ace or something because you never looked twice at anyone. Then you got a boyfriend." At this, her lips curl back in disgust. "I know you dated him because everyone was asking you when you were going to start dating but come on, you were really scraping the bottom of the barrel with that one. Talk about charity work at its finest."

"Okay! Can you stop roasting me?" She crosses her arms in offense.

Her Aunt pats her leg. "It's my job to roast you." She smiles, laughing a little. "I'll tell your mom if you want. Might be easier coming from me, seeing as I'm the first gay person in the family."

"No, I should be the one." Ophelia glances at her Aunt. "But maybe you could be in the room when I call her?" She nods, still smiling at her niece. "I think I like girls more than guys. But I still find some guys attractive just not all." She stares at the spirals in the wooden bench. "I don't like girls like Erica, she's too feminine for me."

"You like masc women?" Azalea tilts her head. "Women like Ms. Carter?"

Again, shock paints her face. "How did you know?"

"No one spends that much time with Ms. Carter willingly. She's a bitch." Lea points at Ophelia. "Also, every time I see the two of you together, it's like no one else exists. You look so happy with her. Literally glowing with love and heart eyes."

She cringes at the mental image. "Am I that obvious?"

"Eh? No, only to me because I helped raise you. To anyone else, it looks like two very close friends." Aunt Azalea places a hand on her chest, smirking. "But as a seasoned lesbian such as myself, I've become a master at noticing when two women are just friends and when they aren't. You, my beautiful niece, are not friends with Ms. Carter. No, you want to be more than friends." Her smirk widens.

"I do like her. Samantha is amazing. She cares for-about me, she's a great friend, and we always laugh whenever we're together." Ophelia gazes at her Aunt. "She understands me better than I understand myself."

Aunt Lea smiles, "I'm glad she treats you well." but her smile dims slightly. "Ophelia I'm saying this because I care but, maybe Ms. Carter isn't the best option as your first girlfriend."

Inside her chest, Ophelia's heart stutters causing her breathing to quicken. "Why not?"

"Because she was engaged until this summer." Azalea has a frown marring her features. "By the look on your face, I'm guessing you didn't know?"

Everything inside Ophelia is screaming loudly in astonishment and disappointment. Samantha never mentioned it. "She never talks about herself, we always talk about me." Ophelia rubs her eyes tiredly, "When I try to ask her questions about herself, Samantha always changes the subject."

The older woman nods her head, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth in thought. She hums, sucking her teeth. "Ms. Carter has worked here for 5 years, all anyone knows about her is that she went to school here and then lived in Germany for a few years. She has...well had a fiance and basically hates everyone." She shuffles the papers in her hand, needing to move because the look of sadness on Ophelia's face is killing her. "I wouldn't be too upset about it, FiFi."

Ophelia shrugs while standing from the bench. "I'm not upset." She walks to the choir room door, needing air. "I'm just disappointed in her. I thought we were friends."

Aunt Azalea stands from the bench, briskly chasing after Ophelia. "FiFi, wait!" She grabs hold of the door, watching her niece speedily walk down the hall to the stairs. "Ophelia!"

"I'll see you tomorrow for dinner!" She calls over her shoulder, taking the stairs. Ophelia reaches the bottom and beelines for the side exit door. She has 15 minutes before she needs to go to Judy's classroom and help out. For now, she wants to be alone.

The momentary peace Ophelia sought outside is shattered by her phone vibrating in her cardigan pocket. She looks at the familiar smiling face of Erica on the phone screen. "Hello?"

"Are you okay?" Erica sounds deeply worried. "I had this awful feeling in my gut and knew I had to call you. Please tell me you're safe."

She stares at the courtyard in wonder over her best friend's words. "Yes, I'm fine. I found out something and don't really know what to think." Ophelia squats down, picking up a flower. "Your best friend sense is scary."

Over the line, Erica lets out a relieved sigh. "Thank goodness, I thought something terrible happened. Like that Nashville school last year." They both go quiet remembering the live news feed of the school shooting at Covenant School.

"No, no nothing like that at all. Although if that ever happened, I'm running into the woods." Ophelia says seriously, looking around. "I found out that Samantha was engaged up until this summer."

"Oh fuck, wow, wasn't expecting that. Let me process for a second." Erica's line goes silent before Ophelia's phone vibrates again. This time with a video call request.

Ophelia accepts the video call, falling back so that she is sitting in the grass. "She never told me, Erica." Her heart clenches painfully with shame. "Erica I'm hers, that's what she said. But I don't feel like Samantha is mine."

"Because she didn't tell you about the engagement or why it got broken off?" Erica is laying in bed with Sir Whiskers curled in a ball at the top of her head.

"Both." She takes off her cardigan, laying it out so that she can put her head down without touching the ground. Her phone is cupped in both hands.

Erica rubs her nose, "All you can do is talk to her about it." Her eyes show sympathy.

Ophelia watches as a squirrel climbs down the nearby tree and starts digging at the ground. "I've tried, but it doesn't work."

"Well, do you want to be petty or nice about it?" The sudden tone change in Erica causes suspicion to arise in Ophelia. "Because I was accepted into the Facebook alumni group and guess who is on it?"

Being nice flies out the metaphorical window. "Screenshare right now."

"Already on it babes." Erica begins screen sharing. A Facebook page for Highland Academy Alumni is open. "Last year they had a reunion for her graduating class. It was only like 75 people but check this out." She scrolls to a folder of photos with the name of the event on it. Erica stops at a picture of Samantha with a beautiful black-haired woman.

"Zoom in please." Ophelia brings her phone closer to her face, eyes wide. Samantha has her arm thrown over the dark-haired woman's shoulders. They're of similar height, except this woman is all curves and feminine glory. She wears a peach colored sundress that accentuates her long legs, black wavy hair is pulled in a half-up and half-down look that makes her long neck stand out. It only draws more attention to her sizable chest, her breasts must have been over DDD. "She's like a real-life goddess."

"Fia, not helping, but I would totally bang her." Erica zooms in on the woman's face. Her high cheekbones and rose-petal lips make Ophelia groan in annoyance. "I mean look at her boobs! You have DD and I love them but these right here? I could suck on those pretty girls all day for the rest of my life."

"Tone down the lesbian please, you're not helping me right now." Ophelia turns onto her stomach.

Her friend snorts. "Sorry, got carried away." The picture goes small again and the Facebook page is back. "Although, I found her on Facebook and Insta." She switches to a public Facebook profile belonging to the woman. "Natalie Juarez is 28 years old and lives in Knoxville, Tennessee. No kids but has a calico cat named Petunia and an axolotl named Jasper. She works as a real estate agent." The woman, Natalie, Facebook's page scrolls by.

There are photos of her posing in bikinis beside a luxurious-looking pool and figure-hugging dresses while out drinking. A few pictures of her pets are dotted throughout but most are of Natalie with friends.

"Insta page?" Ophelia is dying to see what that looks like. Erica smoothly switches apps. Natalie's profile opens up under 'Followed.' "What the hell Erica? You followed her? What if Samantha sees?"

"Don't worry, I used my fake account. You know the one where I post memes about being a nurse." Erica taps on a recent post. Natalie stands in front of a house in a business suit with a low-cut silk blouse. She advertises the house that is for sale and the upcoming open houses. "Besides this is only her work account...this is her personal account. I also followed it." A new account page comes onto Ophelia's screen.

She gasps, "She has over 300k followers!" Then she squints because the bio she read can't be real. "She does Only Fans?"

"Yup, and let me tell you. The freebies she gives out on Twitter are decadent." All of sudden Twitter is pulled up. A video of Natalie's strip teasing is shown. Then there's a small 10-second video of her fingering herself next.

"Wow, that's more than I wanted to see of her." Ophelia stares at the video feeling hot.

Erica ends the screen share, her face pops back up. She smirks, "Maybe for you but I wanna see more."

Ophelia gags as Erica licks her lips. "Gross." She checks the time seeing that she only has 5 minutes left before she needs to head back inside. "Did you find out why they canceled the engagement?"

"Nope. Her Insta is void of any pictures of Samantha however in June she did post a video of herself crying while eating whipped cream." Her eyes become focused as she searches. "She said, 'My heart hurts so much. I wish I could rewind back the last 3 years I wasted on you. Love isn't real.'"

"Damn." Ophelia sits up on her knees. "Something bad must have happened between them."

Erica pets Sir Whiskers, shaking her head solemnly. "Yeah, either one of them cheated, is an abuser, or a liar."

"Huh, oh well." Ophelia stands picking up her cardigan as she goes. She walks to the doors, scanning her ID badge for them to unlock so she can go inside. "Should I feel bad for stalking?"

"No." Erica scoffs, rolling her eyes heavenward. "I sure don't."

"Yeah, we always stalked your dates in college so this is no different." She turns a corner, passing the teacher's lounge. "Thanks for doing all that searching for me, I appreciate it."

The other woman smiles widely. "No problem, Fia. Sorry, I couldn't find anything on Samantha, she has no socials at all." Erica suddenly looks thoughtful. "Back to the problem at hand though, if Samantha says you belong to her then she belongs to you as well. If she doesn't see it that way, drop her."

"No, because seriously." She approaches Judy's biology classroom. "Hey, I gotta go, talk later?"

"Always, love you." She waves, replying back with an 'I love you' of her own.

Guess what bad bitch got into grad school? THIS BADDIE!

I say I'm Gen-Z but like the older kind of Gen-Z, you know? I'm 23 guys!

REAL TALK THO: Should Ophelia have a bare, bush, or shaved pussy? IDK what to decide and this is critical for the smut I'm writing! You'll have smut in like 4-5 chapters after this, we have to establish the D/s now.