Time For Bed

"We should get some sleep before it gets too late." Ophelia says abruptly, bringing our conversation to an end.

She struts past me and over towards the bed. As she passes, I somehow allow my gaze to descend to her round, compact ass, watching it bounce ever so slightly with each step she takes.

"Since I was here first..." Ophelia starts before loosely dropping down onto the narrow mattress, causing the old springs to creak loudly when she makes contact with it. "I think that means I have the privilege of being the big spoon. Don't you think so?"

"What?" I awkwardly giggle.

"This bed isn't meant for two. We're going to have to get a little comfortable with each other." She smirks as she rolls onto her side and pats the outer half of the bed.

"You're serious?" I respond, trying not to blush.

"I won't bite..." She teases.

I'm not sure how I feel about this. One part of me is terrified of sleeping with someone who I never knew until a few hours ago, completely naked to boot. The other more adventurous part of me is feeling a little excited at this. Normally I am a pretty level-headed and vigilant person so I'm not sure why this is happening to me. These are not feelings I would have anticipated ever having. Despite my confusion, Ophelia does seem to be right. The bed wouldn't even be big enough for both of us to be able to lay down comfortably on our backs. It looks as if regardless of how I feel, I'm not going to have a choice in this matter.

"Okay." I mumble and approach the bed where Ophelia seems to be eagerly awaiting my arrival.

I feel a little bit embarrassed at myself for doing this. Not due to the act itself of sleeping in the nude with Ophelia, but because of how aroused I seem to be getting at this mere thought of this. It's not something that feels natural to me, yet it is unleashing emotions I have yet to experience before. I've never explored myself too deeply in a sexual manner in the past. Maybe I'm discovering something new about myself that I didn't know of before?

Ophelia doesn't seem to be showing much restraint in demonstrating her affection towards me. It is kinda flattering how openly attracted she appears to be towards me. The feeling may or may not be mutual, my mind is too cloudy to decide. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't somewhat attracted to girls. It's never been a sexual thing though and I wouldn't consider myself to be lesbian or bi-sexual. I'm more than comfortable with admitting that other women are alluring or attractive but I wouldn't say that I'm interested in them in a sexual matter. That isn't to say that I am against intimate relations between women either. If I'm being honest, intimacy between two women seems so foreign and mysterious to me. It's not something I've ever experienced but it isn't something that disgusts me either. If anything, my experiences today have heightened my curiosity towards the matter.

I lay down next to Ophelia on my side with my back to her front. I'm nearly falling off the edge but am able to support myself by using my arm.

"You can move closer if you want. I don't want you falling out of bed in the middle of the night." Ophelia states.

I try to scoot back a little bit more without getting too close but the task is nearly impossible without making some skin to skin contact. My bare ass suddenly presses into her midsection and I quickly tense up and pull away.

"Get as close as you want, please. I want you to be comfortable, I don't mind getting close at all." She says in an effort to clam my nerves.

"I'm sorry, it's just-" I stammer before being cut off.

"Don't worry about it. Let me help you." Ophelia says, reaching her arms around my torso and gently pulling me in close to her.

"Thanks..." I whisper, trying to relax myself.

A thin blanket is pulled over top of our bare figures and Ophelia flicks a switch on the wall turning out the lights, causing the room to nearly become pitch black if it weren't for the hall lights shining through the cracks in the door.

"Do you mind if I put my arm over you?" Ophelia asks. "It's a little uncomfortable where it is right now."

"Uh, sure." I whisper back to her.

She slowly moves her left arm over top of my still body then rests her soft palm gently on my belly. It's warm and about as soft as I imagined her hands to be.

"Goodnight, Sara." Ophelia whispers.

"Goodnight." I whisper back.