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Erica glances up from her charting to check the time. The clock reads 8:45 A.M. "15 more minutes of this shit." She was dying for a double shot espresso from Starbucks and a pink cake pop. The stack of charts she's been working on for an hour is slowly dwindling. That night had been rough. An apartment building caught fire leaving 6 out of the 10 floors in flames. Most of the upper levels got the brunt of it but burn patients were never easy to deal with. She was busy with patients but since the morning crew came at 8:30 A.M. to start relieving she escaped to a back desk near the ICU to finish her charts.
She finishes charting, quickly grabbing her bag that she packed at 8:00 A.M. Before any of the other nurses can grab her for some menial task, she punches out, taking the side stairs to the car garage. "Thank fuck it's Friday." Her weekend is free thankfully. The first since she had visited Ophelia in Nashville. She was overworked and tired. "I need a vacation."
A black Nissan Altima is parked directly in front of her VW Jetta. "It's too early for this." Erica stomps over, slapping at the tinted driver's side window. "Hey! Move your shit moron."
The window doesn't roll down but the door does open. Inside reveals a sleep rumpled Ophelia dressed in her pajamas. "Good morning..." Ophelia lifts 2 Starbucks coffees in her hands. "Coffee?"
"Fia? What are you doing here?" Erica gladly takes the coffee, drinking in relish. She moans as the taste of white chocolate and caramel bathes over her tongue. "I needed this."
"Also bought you cake pops, pink and white." Ophelia holds out a paper bag, sipping from her frappe.
Erica drops her bag to the ground to grab the offered food. She sticks the pink cake pop in her mouth, moaning around it. "Will you marry me?"
She laughs at her best friend's antics. "Calm down, it's just coffee and a cake pop. Nothing too special." Ophelia steps out of the car to pull Erica into a much needed hug. She squeezes her close and ignores the odd colored stains on her scrubs.
"Why are you here?" Erica leans against the car.
Ophelia rests her head on the side of the doorframe. "I have so much to tell you. I couldn't do it over the phone without freaking out." She heaves a sigh. "Wednesday I drank about 5 shots at a strip club. Wait-" Erica opens her mouth, most likely to scream something inappropriate. "Aunt Lea, me, Judy, and Samantha went. It's a long story but basically, Samantha wants me. Like wants to fuck me."
They stare at each other silently. Erica sips from her coffee, eyes narrowed. "Hmm. Sounds like we need alcohol." She downs the rest and finishes off the white cake pop. "I don't have any wine at the apartment. Can you go to the store and get some? Meet me back home?"
Ophelia unlatches the trunk. "I drove here around 4 A.M. and have been in the parking lot for about an hour now." Inside the trunk are 3 bottles of pink Moscato wine, two 6 packs of Smirnoff red, white, and berry with pink lemonade, 1 jug of cranberry juice, 1 jug of pineapple juice, and 1 bottle of Pink Whitney. Alongside the alcohol are boxes of Little Debbie snack cakes like Honey Buns, Cosmic Brownies, Swiss Cake rolls, and lots of donuts. "Took a detour to Walmart since no other grocery store opens before 9 A.M."
"Oh, that's how this weekend is about to be." Erica pulls a face, picking up the Pink Whitney. "You want to get fucked up." She hugs Ophelia again. "Can we sleep and then get drunk? Because I just worked 12 hours straight."
"Of course," She laughs shutting the trunk. "I haven't slept since I woke up Thursday morning."
"You've been awake for 24 hours?" Erica is baffled. She watches Ophelia settle back in her car. "Fia do you need me to drive you?"
"No, I'm good. But I will instantly crash the second I lay down so better hurry up." She shuts the door to start the car. Ophelia honks and then drives out of the car garage leaving Erica scrambling to catch up.
Ophelia sleeps for 10 hours, waking at around 8ish in the evening. She rolls over in Erica's bed to find the other woman gone. She stretches out starfish style, feeling her head throb behind her closed eyelids. "Ugh, slept too long." She stands, heading to the open door. "Erica?"
Erica is in the living room on the couch. She has Sir Whiskers in her lap. "Hey, I woke hours ago. Thought you needed to sleep a bit longer." A Pizza Hut pizza box sits on the coffee table. "Supreme with extra olives. The garlic bread is in the kitchen."
She grabs a slice, stuffing it in her mouth, Ophelia closes her eyes at the tasty goodness. "Thanks." Ophelia scratches the cat under his chin to which he purrs loudly in response.
"So eat and drink first then talk or?" Erica stands and follows Ophelia into the kitchen. She watches her friend pour a glass of water from the Brita and then sit at the island.
Ophelia gulps down her water, wiping her mouth with her shirt. "What's there to talk about?"
"Maybe why you drove the 3 hours here in the middle of the night?" Erica unwraps a Cosmic Brownie.
"Didn't feel like being at the school this weekend." Ophelia looks around. "Where's my phone? I left it on the charger in the bedroom but didn't see it."
Erica shoves half the brownie into her mouth. She slaps the table, mumbling. Ophelia watches her go to the couch and grab Ophelia's phone. She swallows the sugary treat. "This thing kept ringing. It's what woke me up."
Ophelia dreads what she's about to see. Sure enough, a fleet of text messages from Judy and Samantha. A few missed calls as well. "I told Aunt Lea where I was going so I'm surprised she didn't tell them."
"Yeah, she video-called me. I showed her that you were sleeping." Erica chews the rest of her brownie.
The other woman opens the box of garlic bread and begins to eat a stick. "Wanna listen to the voicemails or look at messages first?"
Her best friend claps her hands. "Messages!" They crowd over the phone, cheeks mushed together. "Ooo 8 from Samantha and 3 from Judy."
"Judy first," Ophelia says, tapping the message box.
10:12 A.M. "Wanna come over for lunch?"
12:30 P.M. "Jonathan knocked on your door but you didn't answer. Everything alright?"
4:20 P.M. "I spoke with Azalea and she said you went to visit your friend. I hope you have fun!"
"Aw, she's so sweet." Erica coos, scrolling up and looking at past text messages.
Ophelia types a quick message to Judy and then swipes off the message screen. "Samantha's next."
Erica squishes closer, eyes wide. "Open it."
With bated breath and a heavy heart, Ophelia taps the message icon.
09:15 A.M. "Good morning, sweetheart."
11:32 A.M. "Judy knocked on my door looking for you. I told her I haven't seen you since we ate lunch yesterday in the Cafe."
1:01 P.M. "Hey I called wondering if you wanted to play this weekend?"
3:03 P.M. "I have your favorite cheesecake."
5:00 P.M. "You're ignoring me again."
5:01 P.M. "Is this about Wednesday night? I thought I made myself pretty clear on my feelings for you."
6:47 P.M. "Your car is gone from the lot. I don't have your Aunt's number or else I would call her and see if she knows where you're at. I'm worried about you."
7:58 P.M. "Please call me back."
Ophelia grips the phone so tight she's surprised the screen didn't crack. "I feel bad now."
"No, you don't." Erica takes the phone from her now slack hand. "You're just in your feels." Her thumbs move rapidly over the keyboard. The whoosh of a text sending emits from the phone.
"Erica!" Ophelia snatched her phone back, eyes frantic.
8:14 P.M. "I'm at Erica's for a girl's weekend."
"Why did you send that?" Ophelia cries out, tossing the phone on the counter. "I'm not ready to talk to her yet."
"Dang, sorry." Erica doesn't look sorry at all. A message sound chimes and they stare at the phone that's faced down on the counter. "Oh shit, it's her." Erica grabs the phone.
Ophelia grabs her best friend's wrist to take the phone back. She taps the message box on Samantha's icon. "Give me that."
8:15 P.M. "Call me."
Another chime. 8:16 P.M. "Now."
"Yeah no." Ophelia goes to power down her phone but it starts ringing. She yells, throwing it at Erica. "I don't want to talk to her."
Erica throws it back. "I don't know what to say."
They throw it back and forth until it finally stops ringing. It lands on the carpeted floor underneath the coffee table.
"Do you think..." She barely gets off the stool. Afraid that the phone will ring again.
Erica follows her lead, halfway off her stool as well. "She'll call again? Probably."
Speak of the devil. The phone rings again and both women rear back at the happy bubble tune.
"This is stupid." Erica walks to the phone bending to pick it up.
Ophelia is hot on her heels. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to tell her to stop calling and leave you alone." Erica finds the phone. She inhales, about to scream at the woman on the other end when Ophelia screams loudly. Suddenly, Erica is knocked over and the phone flies through the air.
"Don't answer that!" Ophelia tackles her, sending them careening to the floor. She crawls over Erica, making a grab for the phone.
Now severely annoyed, Erica army crawls after her. Reaching out with her hand she encircles Ophelia's ankle and sharply pulls her. "What are you so afraid of?" The taller woman immediately digs her knees into the shorters legs as she straddles her.
Shocked, Ophelia heaves herself up on her elbows. "I don't know."
"Well, what happened Wednesday night? You never told me." Erica promptly sits on her friend's stomach.
Ophelia stares off into space, squeezing her eyes shut. "Samantha told me she likes me."
"Duh, you said that already. I want to know what she meant by that message, her feelings for you being clear and all." Erica leans down to lay fully against Ophelia. "Spill the tea, Fia. You know I live for your baby lesbian awakening."
She exhales a heavy-hearted sigh but relaxes back against the carpeted floor. "Samantha became jealous when I was talking to a stripper, which now that I think back on it, she was right. I wasn't being responsible but then we went into this kink room the club had and things were said-"
"What things?" Erica is biting her lip in anticipation. "Kink room? Come on, I need details!"
Ophelia goes on to explain the room with the red couch and pink strapon, with its various whips and chains. She tells her about crawling on the floor and how free it felt to do so. How she wanted to do it again but be led around on a leash maybe in the future. "Then, I told her to kiss me..."
"Shut. Up." Erica snaps up, hands covering her mouth. Her eyes are wide. She squeals, rolling off Ophelia and kicking her legs in the air. "Shut up! Are you serious?"
"Yes, I know!" Ophelia covers her blushing face with her arms.
"Oh shit, this was your first kiss with a girl, right?"
Her arms drop down to her sides as Ophelia watches Erica sit back down. "She's a woman, not a girl."
Erica winks suggestively, "Oh yeah, an older woman."
"Pervert." Ophelia sits up, shushing her friend. "Will you stop, I'm not done yet!" She waits for Erica to calm down before continuing her story. She explains the kiss, skipping some minor details. Ophelia begins Samantha's speech, her words have echoed in Ophelia's ears the last few days so she is able to tell all the details in that. This goes on for another 10 minutes before Ophelia finally breathes out, smiling wide. "So yeah, that all happened, and then when I saw her on Thursday, nothing. Samantha acted like all of that didn't happen and barely even acknowledged my existence."
Her friend gasps, shocked to her core. "Wait? She did all of that, basically professed her undying love for you, and then flakes the next day?"
"She didn't profess her 'undying love' for me. It was Samantha's way of saying that she..." Ophelia trails off not knowing how to finish her sentence.
Erica leans back, arms crossed and lips pursed. "Pretty sure no one has ever referred to me as their 'goddess' and their 'everything' before."
Her cheeks flush even redder. "Whatever, all I'm saying is, Samantha said all of that, and I...I didn't say anything back." She picks at her nailbeds, "Erica what if she took that to mean that I didn't like her?"
The other woman lies down, eyes searching the ceiling for answers. "How did her words make you feel?"
Ophelia mirrors her, head right beside her phone, it's still facedown. She had forgotten about it in the last 30 minutes. She turns away from it to stare at the ceiling as well. "It made me feel weird. I was excited because I never thought Samantha would like me that way but then, I don't know, I got scared."
A hand finds hers and intertwines with it. Ophelia glances at Erica to see the other still staring up. "Are you scared because of what it means for your relationship or because of your family?"
"Both." Ophelia feels her throat constrict as fiery tears burn her eyes. She blinks them back, feeling the tears slide down into her hair. "I don't want to lose Samantha, but I'm afraid of what my mom and grandparents will say." She turns over, tucking her head into Erica's shoulder as she trembles. "When Aunt Lea came out, Grandpa tried to make her go to a conversion camp. He beat her and locked her in the house for a year when she ran away from camp." She cries, clinging to Erica as the other woman wraps her arms around Ophelia's shaking body. "I don't want to disappoint them, I don't want to be locked away."
"I didn't know that. I'm so sorry Ophelia, I had no idea that your family was like that." She shushes the other as her crying picks up. "But your mom is still in contact with your Aunt? That means she still loves and cares for her." She feels the crying woman nod against her chest. "This might not mean anything to you, but, it doesn't matter what they think. Whether you disappoint them or not. It's your life, you live it how you want. They've already lived their lives, and from the sound of it, it was a sad, hateful homophobic life."
"Aunt Lea knows I like women." She burrows into a ball. "She knew before I did." Ophelia gasps for air, chest heaving with the strain of her panicked breathing. "Erica, what if everyone knows? What if my mom sees me on Thanksgiving and she can tell?"
"If she gets mad and decides to disown you or lock you away, then Fia, that's not your mom. A mother's love is forever. I know for a fact that your mom loves you so much, you're her entire world. Ophelia, if she chooses to not accept you, you'll still have me and Lea." Erica leans away to better look at the sniffling woman in her arms. "I'm almost 99% sure you'll still have Samantha too."
She chokes, slapping Erica in annoyance. "Stop that."
"She is so obsessed with you! What? I can't blame her, you are pretty amazing." Erica laughs at the hit she receives. "Alright, alright, I'll stop."
They lay on the floor a while longer before Erica finally decides that they can't stay there forever. Together both women stand, wiping at their faces. "Thank you, Erica. I love you."
The taller woman shrugs, gathering Ophelia up in a one-armed hug. "I love you too." She lets go, pushing Ophelia to the hallway. "Now go shower, your face is all red now."
Ophelia bends down to get her phone, turning it over as she does. Her brow furrows. Her battery is almost drained. She unlocks the phone, and the phone app is opened on the screen. "No." Her thumb taps the last caller. "No no no no no no." A 45-minute phone call with Samantha ended 20 minutes ago.
"What's wrong?" Erica comes up behind Ophelia to peer over her shoulder. "Oh no."
"She heard everything." Ophelia stumbles back. With Erica's help, she sits on the couch with a racing heart. "Samantha heard it all."
"Maybe she didn't hear all of it" Even Erica sounds like she doesn't believe her own words.
"Why would she listen for 45 minutes if she couldn't hear?" Ophelia tosses the phone on the couch. "I'm so dead."
Erica nods solemnly. "Look at the bright side, now Samantha knows how you feel about her." She shouts at the pillow that hits her in the face.
SMUT IN 2-3 CHAPTERS I HAVEN'T DECIDED EEEEEEEEEE
For those who read the Alpha Queen Trilogy, this will not be like that!
It's going to be pussy licking. Slobbering all over that muffin.
However, I have 2 smut scenes written with just the pussy action, I'm currently writing one with Samantha and her pink strap-on. Is that something y'all are into? Samantha using the strap-on on Ophelia? Please let me know your thoughts.
Thank you!
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