Ophelia looked herself over in the mirror, smoothing over the dress that Sam's sister had lended her for the court date. It was tomorrow morning, and she wanted to make sure she was going to look presentable. Sam watched from the guest bed that Ophelia had practically claimed as her own, eyeing her body up and down as she looked at herself. "Do I look okay? Professional?" Ophelia questions, turning to face him to show him the front of the dress. "If you're trying to get the judge to want to bang you, it's gonna work." Sam nods, and Ophelia rolls her eyes. "This dress doesn't show anything, Sam." She laughs, leaning against the wall. "Alright, well, maybe I just want to." He grins at her, and she squints at him. "Hmm." She hums, pulling off the dress to put on her regular clothes. "Sucks that your parents are right outside. Otherwise I'd let you." She says, walking over to her bed to kiss him softly. "They'll get over it. It's been a week, Lia." He looks up at her, and she shrugs. "They've been so kind to me. I don't wanna make them uncomfortable by making them listen to me screaming your name." She whispers, running her hand along his thigh. His breath hitches in his throat, "You really are a tease, aren't you?"
She snakes her hand toward his inner thigh, squeezing the skin softly as she looks down at him. "I think we're supposed to be having dinner with them, yeah?" She raises her eyebrows, her mouth twitching into a smirk as his jaw clenches. "You don't know what you just got yourself into, princess." He says, his voice low as he stands up and pushes past her. "Bring it on." She shrugs, following him out the door and to the table. She sat next to him, with Jake on her other side. His parents sat at each end, with Josh and Ronnie across from the other three.
It wasn't even a minute before Sam's hand was on Ophelia's knee, slowly sliding it up her thigh. Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced at him, silently telling him to knock it off. "How'd the dress work out?" Ronnie asks, giving Ophelia a bright smile. "It fits perfectly! Thank you so much for letting me borrow it." She grins, taking a deep breath as Sam's fingers edge closer and closer to her center. "Of course. It's nice to have a girl around, so I'm glad I can help." She says, and Ophelia laughs softly, but it came out more nervous than she anticipated. "Tell me about it. I don't have any sisters either, so I never had anyone to steal clothes from." Ophelia's voice nearly broke when Sam's pinky pushed against her clit. "Oh, I definitely do my fair share of stealing their clothes." She motions to her brothers, and Ophelia nods, "Understandable." Her face heats up as she presses her thighs together, Sam's finger running up and down her clad clit.
He pressed down a little harder, and she swallowed back any sounds she would've made. "I found out today that filming for the movie starts next Friday." Josh says, excitement prominent in his voice. Ophelia was thankful for the distraction. Everyone began to ask him questions about the project, but she could barely think. Sam slipped his fingers underneath her underwear, rubbing his hand up and down her center. She squeezed her eyes shut, gripping onto the chair she sat on. "So what's your plan for after this weekend?" Jake asks Sam and Ophelia, narrowing his eyes at the girl when she looked at him. "Hopefully just go back to our dorms if all goes well." Sam shrugs, using his other hand to take a bite of his food. Jake didn't say much else, he just pursed his lips at Ophelia. She gave him a look, and his eyes began to trail down her body. When they landed on Sam's hand, he only grinned and shook his head.
Ophelia was sure he would say something, but he didn't. He just turned to Sam and gave him a proud look before returning to eating his food. She probably shouldn't have found it arousing that Jake knew what was happening, but it made her core ache even more. "You good?" Josh asks Ophelia, giving her a concerned look. "Yeah." She nods quickly, "I just don't really feel well." She mumbles, and Josh nods. "Did you want some medicine? What's bothering you?" Sam's mom asks, and suddenly everyone's attention was on her. Jake reached over to grab Sam's wrist, making him stop momentarily. He knew that everyone looking at her would be able to tell Sam's arm was moving.
