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"Vicky, I need you! I really need you to be there," Stella pleaded with her friend, caught in the midst of requesting her company for lunch with her parents.
"I'm sorry, Stell! You know I'd do anything for you, but I have to visit my grandmother at the hospital. It might be the last chance I have," Vicky's face turned solemn, understanding that she couldn't provide the support Stella needed to confront her parents.
"Alright, I'm sorry you're going through that, Vic," Stella rose from her desk seat in her room and embraced her friend, who leaned against the doorway.
"Thanks, Stell. I apologize for not being there for you," Vicky reciprocated the sentiment, and Stella let out a sigh as she released the hug.
"It's alright," Stella planted a kiss on Vicky's cheek, offering her a warm smile. "They're my parents; I'll survive one lunch without you."
Vicky nodded sadly and left Stella's room, heading to finish some assigned homework. Stella flopped back onto her bed and reached for her phone, opening the messaging app.
You:
Vik can't come to
lunch with me. I
will have to tough it
out :(
🐝Bee 🐝
Oh no! That sucks.
Is there no one else
to go with you?
You:
Believe it or not
Olsen, I'm not
very sociable.
🐝Bee 🐝
Mind. Blown. 🤯
You:
Ha-ha. 🙄
🐝Bee 🐝
I'll go with you if
you need El.
You:
But you're my
teacher?
🐝Bee 🐝
Correction: I'm
your friend who
happens to teach
you 3 times a week.
You:
Whatever floats
your boat.
🐝Bee 🐝
Cool, I'll pick you
up. What time?
You:
What? You would
actually do that
for me??
🐝Bee 🐝
Why not? I need
to get out of the
house anyway.
You:
Uhm okay. Lunch is
at 12, I'll send you
my address Saturday.
🐝Bee 🐝
Done, text you
later ;)
"Um... what just happened?" Stella exclaimed, her voice filled with bewilderment and uncertainty. She immediately called out to Vik, knowing that her friend's perspective would provide valuable insights, and true to her expectations, Vicky was never short of opinions.
"What is it?" Vicky poked her head through the doorframe, responding to Stella's urgent summons. Stella showed her the text message thread, and Vicky approached, taking the phone from her and scrolling up to the beginning of the conversation. As Vicky read through the messages, her jaw dropped open in astonishment, while Stella anxiously curled up, bringing her knees to her chest and nervously biting her nails.
"We're not flirting," Stella weakly defended herself, trying to downplay the situation. Vicky couldn't help but chuckle at Stella's feeble denial.
"'Oh yeah? And how do I look? I don't know if you know this, but your boobs go inside your dress. I'm gay, it's what I do. Good girl, I have to go now. Goodnight love!'" Vicky read out a particularly flirtatious exchange, causing Stella's face to flush with embarrassment. Overwhelmed, Stella threw herself backward onto her bed, covering her face to shield herself from the intense embarrassment.
"But she doesn't even like girls," Stella remarked, shaking her head in confusion. Vicky, seizing the opportunity to inject some humor into the situation, promptly jumped onto the bed next to Stella, crossing her legs as she revisited the conversations once again.
"Oh, she definitely has a lady boner for you, no denying it," Vicky commented playfully, earning a groan of exasperation from Stella.
"What is wrong with you? I need advice!" Stella grumbled, her frustration evident. Vicky couldn't help but chuckle, returning the phone to Stella.
"That was my advice! She's definitely into you," Vicky said with a hint of mushiness in her tone. Stella, unable to contain her frustration, grabbed a nearby pillow and playfully swung it at Vicky, hitting her blonde friend.
"Vik, what should I do?" Stella frowned, seeking guidance. Vicky let out a sigh, once again picking up her phone and beginning to type a message. Stella, sensing Vicky's intentions, intervened.
"Wait! What are you doing?" Stella leaned forward, squeezing herself onto Vicky's lap, her head resting against Vicky's shoulder.
"I was going to start with 'Hey Elizabeth...'" Vicky began, but Stella quickly corrected her.
"I call her Bee or Lizzie," Stella interjected, a smirk forming on her face. It was clear to both of them that the connection between Stella and Elizabeth went beyond mere friendship.
"Hey Bee, I was wondering if we could get coffee tonight?" Vicky typed out the message, but Stella shook her head once more, rejecting the idea.
"Nope, no way. Absolutely not," Stella attempted to delete the message, but an untimely sneeze from Vicky caused her hand to slip, inadvertently pressing the send button. "Fuck! Vik!" Stella exclaimed, her frustration evident as she grabbed her phone, watching the 'writing' icon appear on the screen.
"It wasn't my fault, now move your fat ass," Vicky defended herself, playfully pushing Stella off her lap. The two friends settled down side by side on the bed, their gazes fixed on the screen, eagerly awaiting a response as the writing icon appeared, signaling Elizabeth's reply.
You:
Hey Bee, I was
wondering if we
could get coffee
tonight?
🐝Bee 🐝
Yeah sure, meet at
WSP?
You:
I'll be there in half
an hour
"Stell! Thirty minutes is hardly enough time to get yourself date ready!" Vicky scolded her friend, hurrying to her closet in an attempt to pick out an outfit.
"It's not a date, Vik," Stella reminded the frantic blonde, but Vicky seemed too preoccupied to pay attention.
"Ugh, come to my room. Your wardrobe is disappointing," Vicky grabbed Stella's hand and pulled her away from her bed, guiding her down the hall to her messy and disorganized bedroom.
"Do you even make an effort to be neat?" Stella rolled her eyes, observing Vicky ignore her and rummage through her wardrobe drawers, carelessly tossing clothes aside. Stella picked up a curling iron from the floor and placed it on Vicky's desk. Even if it meant sneaking into her room while she was asleep, Stella was determined to clean this chaotic space, whether the blonde liked it or not.
"Here," Vik handed the brunette a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a green jumper. Stella lifted her shirt over her head and slipped on the jumper, as both girls had never been shy about changing in front of each other. "That's cute, but it needs a purse," Vicky assessed the outfit, then went to search her closet while Stella struggled to squeeze into the tight jeans.
"God, why can't I breathe?" Stella questioned, puzzled by the discomfort. Stella, who was smaller than Vicky, found it perplexing why the blonde would ever wear such tight jeans.
"They make you look amazing. Just look at that butt!" Vicky exclaimed with enthusiasm, causing Stella to roll her eyes. She grabbed the bag out of Vicky's hands. "Turn around," Vicky instructed, taking a clip from her own hair and using it to secure some of Stella's hair, allowing her brown waves to lift off her shoulders.
"Alright, let me do your makeup," Vicky pushed Stella into the desk chair, picking up a brush and expertly blending in contour.
"I already have some on, bug," Stella chuckled, but Vicky continued to blend.
"Your usual routine consists of just foundation and mascara, which is not suitable for a date," Vicky scolded, picking up blush to add a touch of color to Stella's cheeks.
"It's not a date!" Stella rolled her eyes once again, leaning back as Vicky focused on applying highlighter. "Are you done?" she asked after a few minutes, but Vicky shook her head, picking up eyeliner and skillfully creating a classic winged look.
"Okay, this is acceptable. Put this on," Vicky handed Stella a lip oil, and Stella obediently applied it. "Alright, you're hot. Go get 'em!" Vicky exclaimed, pulling Stella up from the chair and rushing her to the door.
"Thanks, Vik. Love you," Stella planted a kiss on Vicky's cheek before closing the door behind her, and hurriedly descending the apartment stairs. Stella got into her car and began driving to the park. The drive took less than five minutes when she received a text from Lizzie, saying that she had arrived. Stella's eyes scanned the street surrounding the park, and she instantly spotted the blonde walking towards her.
"Hey, Elle! You look amazing," Lizzie greeted her with a warm smile, pulling Stella in for a hug. Stella's heart skipped a beat at the kind gesture, her own smile displaying nervousness.
"You do too! I love your shirt," Stella complimented, and Lizzie looked down at it, patting out a crease.
"Oh, well, um, thanks," Lizzie stuttered slightly before reaching out and holding the girl's hand, leading her across the road to reach the park. With a soft tone, Lizzie asked, "So, uh, what made you want to meet up so suddenly?" She hoped there wasn't anything wrong.
"I just wanted to see you again," Stella offered her answer, and Lizzie blushed lightly, turning her gaze towards the setting sun. Stella wasn't lying; she genuinely wanted to spend more time with Lizzie.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Lizzie remarked, referring to the rose-golden-colored sky as they watched the sun disappear behind the towering buildings. "I love sunsets and beaches. They're both my favorites," Lizzie shared, and Stella smiled at the thought.
"Vicky and I used to live upstate. We would ride her family's horses along the beach all the time," Stella reminisced, a nostalgic smile gracing her face. She loved Vicky's family more than her own.
"You two are close?" Lizzie asked curiously, and Stella nodded in confirmation. "Are you girlfriends?"
"God, no. Vicky is straight, and I only see her as my bestie," Stella chuckled awkwardly, while Lizzie smiled to herself. "Do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?" Stella asked out of instinct, and Lizzie let out a light laugh.
"Married, honey," Lizzie replied, holding up her hand to show the emerald ring adorning her fourth finger. Stella's realization struck her, and she felt apologetic for not knowing Lizzie was married.
"I'm so sorry, I just... I'm sorry," Stella waved her hands dismissively, feeling awful about the oversight.
"Hey, it's okay. Don't worry about it," Lizzie tried to reassure the nervous girl, placing her hand gently on Stella's arm.
"Uhm, okay. What's their name?" Stella attempted to diffuse the situation, trying not to panic at Lizzie's touch.
"His name is Robbie," Lizzie replied, and Stella mentally cursed Vicky for assuming Lizzie's interest in women. "I haven't seen him in a few months, though. He's on a world tour. He's the lead in a band," Lizzie shared with a hint of strain in her voice.
"How much longer until he comes home?" Stella asked gently, and Lizzie shrugged, letting out a dry laugh.
"I don't really give a fuck," Lizzie replied bluntly, causing Stella's eyes to widen. It was an unusual feeling to hear someone you know swear. "Do you wanna grab a drink? There's a bar about a mile from here."
"I don't have my ID," Stella said sympathetically, and Lizzie smirked at her.
"I can get us in, babe. Don't worry about it," Lizzie winked, reaching for Stella's hand and leading her in the direction of the bar. Stella's cheeks flushed bright red at the pet name, but she didn't protest, allowing Lizzie to guide her through New York without a care in the world.
Stella joined the line of people waiting to enter the club, but Lizzie bypassed the line and went straight to the bouncers. "Hi, I need two tickets to the VIP section, please," Lizzie requested, and the bouncer sighed, pulling out his phone.
"Name?" he asked, and Lizzie handed him her ID. "Elizabeth Olsen, welcome to Jodie Wood's Pub," the bouncer confirmed her identity, handing her two golden, laminated tickets.
With a kind smile, Lizzie thanked the man and gently tugged Stella's hand, guiding them toward the exclusive VIP section. As they entered the secluded area, the room was brimming with individuals who exuded an air of importance, making the young brunette feel apprehensive.
Stella hesitantly asked, "Are you sure about this?" as they settled down at the bar.
"Absolutely! Relax, it's on me," Lizzie winked and beckoned the bartender to take their order.
"Are you sure? I don't mind paying, Bee," Stella placed her hand on Lizzie's arm to catch her attention amidst the loud music.
"I'm sure. It's my treat," Lizzie assured her, and Stella nodded, a small smile gracing her lips as their drinks were placed before them.
"I'll pay next time," Stella proposed, raising an eyebrow playfully, prompting an amused expression from Lizzie.
"Is there going to be a next time?" the blonde inquired, prompting Stella to take a sip of her drink, savoring its flavor as she hummed in response.
"Of course there will be. I enjoy your company, Miss Olsen," Stella replied lightheartedly. Lizzie smiled, raising her glass to clink it against Stella's before taking a sip.
As the evening progressed, the two girls engaged in light-hearted conversation, laughing and consuming more alcohol than they had initially planned. Amidst their merriment, Stella caught sight of a man approaching them. She averted her gaze, avoiding eye contact with him.
"Hey, I noticed you from across the room, and I wanted to say—" the raven-haired man began, but Lizzie swiftly took Stella's hand and whisked her away onto the crowded dance floor.
"I'm sorry, she's not interested," Lizzie informed the man, leading Stella onto the bustling dance floor, where they found themselves jumping and moving to the rhythm of the music.
Stella could feel the effects of the alcohol taking over. She was not accustomed to drinking much, and now she was grateful that she had no classes scheduled for the following day, knowing the morning would be challenging. "I'm going to the bathroom," Stella shouted to be heard over the music, and Lizzie nodded, accompanying her off the dance floor. No woman should venture alone, even to the restroom.
Upon reaching the bathroom, they discovered an empty space. The closed door muffled the music, leaving only a dull sound in the background. Lizzie noticed Stella struggling to maintain her balance, gripping the counter for support.
"We have ourselves a lightweight, do we?" Lizzie chuckled, extending her hand, which the brunette gratefully accepted to steady herself.
"I don't want to talk about it," Stella grumbled, making her way into one of the stalls and closing the door behind her. There was an uncomfortable silence as she relieved herself, silently cursing her bladder for its inability to hold on. Once Stella finished, she hurried to the sink, determined to wash her hands, wanting to rid herself of any potential germs in the bathroom.
"Your phone went off," Lizzie handed Stella her phone, which she had offered to hold while Stella used the restroom.
"Thank you, Bee," Stella smiled, drying her hands on her jeans, then reached into her back pocket to check if Vicky had sent her a message.
🥵⭐ Viks ⭐🥵
Don't come home
I got a guy over ;)
"What a bitch," Stella rolled her eyes, nonchalantly tucking her phone into the back pocket of her jeans.
"What's the matter?" Lizzie inquired, her voice filled with concern for her friend.
"Vicky told me not to go home; she's having sex," Stella responded bluntly, disregarding any sense of modesty. Lizzie was taken aback by her straightforwardness, but she nodded in understanding.
"Alright then, you can stay with me. My house is too big for just one person anyways," Lizzie suggested with a light chuckle, and a grateful smile adorned Stella's face.
"Thanks, Bee. You're amazing," Stella sighed in relief, feeling the weight lifted off her shoulders. "Do you want to stay or go? It's almost 11 o'clock."
"We should go. I have work tomorrow," Lizzie decided, and Stella nodded in agreement. They both headed towards the exit, with Stella holding the door open for Lizzie. Outside the club, they waited for the Uber that Lizzie had summoned. They knew they would have to return the next day to retrieve their cars.
As the car arrived at Lizzie's residence, Stella couldn't help but gasp in awe at the imposing mansion before her. Lizzie heard her reaction and smiled to herself, tipping the driver graciously. "Thank you, sir," Lizzie expressed her gratitude as they both exited the vehicle, which swiftly drove away.
"This is where you live?" Stella inquired wide-eyed, observing Lizzie as she approached the front door.
"Do you like it?" Lizzie unlocked the door, allowing Stella to step into the grand foyer. The chandelier lights flickered on, illuminating the opulent space with two majestic staircases flanking an arch leading to the kitchen and living room. Stella had thought her parents' house was extravagant, but this surpassed it by far.
"Wow, how many people do you sugar mommy?" Stella blurted out without thinking, and Lizzie burst into laughter. Stella's hands instinctively flew to her mouth, shocked by her own words.
"You would be the first, love," Lizzie winked mischievously, guiding Stella into the kitchen. Lizzie fetched some water from the fridge and poured it into two elegant glasses. Stella settled on a stool in front of the luxurious marble countertop, thanking Lizzie for the water. However, her attention was captivated by the back wall adorned with glass, offering a breathtaking view of the sea and a shimmering swimming pool in the yard. Lizzie observed the brunette with curiosity, trying not to appear intrusive, but finding herself entranced by the girl's beauty.
"Well... this was unexpected," Stella remarked, taking in the surroundings, and Lizzie smirked, leaning against the counter next to her with a drink in hand.
"Is it overwhelming?" Lizzie inquired, concern lacing her words. Stella shook her head in response.
"No, Bee, it's stunning. I just didn't realize you were famous until yesterday, so I'm still processing everything," Stella confessed, still a little tipsy from the alcohol, although her dinner had managed to absorb most of its effects.
"Wait, you're telling me you've never watched the Avengers?" Lizzie asked incredulously, and Stella smiled apologetically. "Oh, no way," the blonde declared, making her way to the open-plan living area and turning on Disney Plus.
"Are you seriously going to make me watch you?" Stella chuckled, approaching Lizzie from behind.
"Not me, the earlier films. I hate watching myself," Lizzie murmured, hovering over the Iron Man movie selection.
"Oh, now I want to watch you. Give me the remote, Miss ma'am," Stella's outstretched hand aimed for the controller, prompting Lizzie to giggle and attempt to escape. But Stella swiftly snared Lizzie's waist, causing her to emit a yelp and shove the remote beyond the brunette's reach.
Both women were of diminutive stature, and the battle between them proved unyielding. While Lizzie stood a few centimeters taller than Stella, she often donned heels to tower over her in class. Surveying the nearby couch, Stella decided to toss Lizzie onto it. As Lizzie was hoisted off her feet, she emitted a delighted squeal before landing softly on the plush cushions.
"Elizabeth, stop," Stella laughed, joining the woman on the couch and reaching for the remote, easily obtaining it.
"No!" Lizzie hollered amidst her laughter. As a last resort, she initiated a tickle assault on Stella's stomach, taking advantage of the fact that the brunette was wearing a cropped hoodie. Stella burst into even greater laughter, allowing Lizzie to reclaim the remote. Mischievously, Lizzie lifted her shirt and tucked the remote underneath her bra.
"That's unfair!" Stella grumbled, while Lizzie reveled in her victory, fully aware of Stella's hesitancy to retrieve the remote due to her shyness. But today, fueled by liquid courage, Stella mustered the audacity to act. "You think that will stop me, Olsen?" Stella inquired, her tone changing and causing Lizzie's eyes to widen.
Stella raised Lizzie's shirt from her hips, her hands gradually venturing beneath the fabric. Lizzie nibbled her bottom lip, her eyes fixated on Stella's unwavering gaze. The brunette's hands eventually encountered the cool plastic of the remote, and she deftly loosened the strap that secured it between Lizzie's bra cups. With a smug grin, Stella extracted the controller from its hiding place, standing up and walking around Lizzie to settle in a more elevated position on the spacious five-seater couch. Lizzie remained motionless for a few seconds, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Stella scrolled through Disney Plus, landing on "WandaVision" and hitting play as soon as she spotted Lizzie's face on the screen.
Lizzie sat up, her eyes darkened, observing how Stella continued as though nothing extraordinary had occurred. Though incredibly aroused, Lizzie found herself unable to act upon her desires. She watched intently as the brown-eyed girl instantly beamed upon seeing the blonde on the screen.
"Alexa, dim the lights," Lizzie commanded the electronic assistant, and obediently, the entire house plunged into darkness, with only the television and the pool's glimmering reflections providing illumination.
Stella's laughter filled the room in response to a sitcom joke, and Lizzie couldn't help but adore the sound. The green-eyed woman retrieved a plush blanket from the back of the couch and shuffled closer to Stella, draping the blanket over both of them.
Yawning softly, Stella smiled at the warmth radiating from Lizzie's body beside her. Resting her head on Lizzie's shoulder, Stella cozied up to her and held the blanket up to her face. Lizzie had to admit that, despite the torture of watching herself on screen, enduring it was worthwhile if it meant witnessing Stella's adorable presence.
Eventually, Stella succumbed to slumber before the first episode concluded. Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief, finally turning off the show. The room fell silent, and Stella's gentle breaths became the only audible sound. Slowly, Lizzie carefully lifted the girl, guiding her back onto the couch and ensuring she was tucked in beneath the blanket. Lizzie then ascended upstairs to change and get to bed.
Stella awoke from a night of uninterrupted slumber, finding herself nestled on an extravagantly comfortable couch that must have cost a small fortune. The sound of Lizzie brewing coffee in the kitchen disrupted her tranquility, making it impossible to remain asleep. Rubbing her eyes and stretching her back while keeping her eyes shut, Stella was greeted by a heartwarming smile from Lizzie, who approached with two steaming cups of coffee.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Lizzie greeted her as she walked over, extending the cups towards Stella. Looking up at Lizzie, Stella's face lit up with a priceless smile.
"Morning, Bee," she murmured, her voice still groggy and hoarse. Stella gasped as Lizzie handed her the coffee, eagerly taking it into her hands. Lizzie chuckled at her enthusiasm before making her way around the couch to sit beside her.
"How did you sleep?" Lizzie inquired, turning her body sideways and resting her arm on the back of the couch as she took a sip of her own coffee.
"Amazing, this couch is like fluff," Stella replied, crossing her legs and slouching forward, lacking the energy to sit up properly at the moment.
"I'm sorry you had to sleep in your jeans," Lizzie noticed Stella's attire, the blue pants drawing her attention. Stella glanced down, acknowledging her outfit.
"Yeah, I think there's a hole in my stomach now. The button was digging into me," Stella chuckled, and a frown formed on Lizzie's face. She placed her coffee on the living room table, concerned.
"Here," Lizzie said, taking her hair out of a high ponytail and unbuttoning Stella's jeans. Stella leaned back, perplexed by the unexpected action. Lizzie looped her hair tie through the hole in the fabric and then fastened it around the button. Stella noticed the red mark left by the button but decided not to comment, leaning back comfortably. "Better?" Lizzie asked, tilting her head inquisitively.
"Y- yeah, it's way better. Thanks," Stella responded in awe as the sudden pain subsided. Who would have thought the solution could be so simple?
"My sisters taught me that when I was 10, I think," Lizzie smiled, reminiscing, and Stella's eyes lit up.
"You have sisters?!" Stella exclaimed, her astonishment evident, while Lizzie gave her a perplexed look, wondering if she was being sarcastic. "I've always wanted a sister. Oh my god, growing up with an annoying-ass brother is so painful at times," Stella shook her head, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Olsen," Lizzie said, her voice tinged with amusement. Stella looked at her with a confused expression. "Does it sound familiar?"
"It's a common name, Elizabeth," Stella sassily retorted, prompting Lizzie to chuckle and shake her head.
"Alrighty then," Lizzie found humor in Stella's failure to connect the dots. "You should meet them," the blonde woman suggested, and Stella hummed in response.
"I would love to. What are their names?" Stella inquired, puzzled by the amused expression on Lizzie's face but still curious.
"Ashley and Mary-Kate," Lizzie replied, taking another sip of her coffee. Observing Stella's gears turning in her head, Lizzie found pleasure in her cluelessness. Stella furrowed her eyebrows as she pieced together all the clues. "Are you done?" Lizzie asked, finishing her coffee.
"Your sister is Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen?!" Stella exclaimed, her face flushed with embarrassment. Lizzie burst into uncontrollable laughter, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Oh, this is absolutely incredible," Lizzie said to herself, regaining her composure as she stood up and headed towards the dishwasher to put her cup away. Glancing over at Stella, she noticed the girl typing on her phone, likely searching for confirmation. Lizzie observed as Stella's eyes widened in surprise, causing her phone to slip from her grasp and land on her lap. "Are you alright, baby?" Lizzie giggled, her emerald eyes sparkling. Stella nodded, her gaze distant as she finished her coffee. "Alright, I have work. Would you like to come along?" Lizzie offered.
"No, um... I don't have classes today," Stella replied, her mind still processing the shocking revelation. She stood up from the couch and handed her cup to Lizzie.
"You can work in my office," Lizzie suggested, her voice gentle. Stella hummed thoughtfully.
"That would be helpful. Do you mind?" Stella asked, seeking confirmation, and Lizzie nodded with a kind smile. "Oh, do you have spare clothes?" the brunette inquired, a smirk forming on Lizzie's face.
"Follow me, Miss Peryl," Lizzie ran her hand along Stella's arm as she walked past her, leading her upstairs to her room. Stella stepped into what she assumed was Lizzie's room and gazed in awe at its grandeur. "This way, honey," Lizzie chuckled, guiding Stella's hand into the walk-in robe. "Choose whatever you like," Lizzie spoke kindly as she selected a few items for herself.
"This is all yours?" Stella asked in amazement, and Lizzie shook her head.
"Robbie's clothes are over there, but they won't be for much longer," Lizzie winked, walking past Stella and entering her bathroom. As Stella heard the sound of the shower running, she removed her uncomfortable jeans and jumper, leaving them on the floor. She rummaged through the vast collection of clothes, catching a glimpse of fancy dresses she could only imagine Lizzie wearing on the red carpet. Stella settled on a silk black blouse and fitted pants, accentuating the ensemble with a belt. She quickly retrieved her blood sugar monitor from her small handbag and tested her blood, realizing she would need an insulin shot within the next hour. After a few minutes, Lizzie emerged from the bathroom wearing a suit. She walked over to her jewelry box and adorned herself with earrings and rings.
Stella admired Lizzie's appearance, fuck she was so hot.
"That looks great, darling," Lizzie caught sight of Stella in the mirror and turned around, a hungry look in her eyes, as she adjusted Stella's collar. "It's not meant to be worn like this," Lizzie whispered to the girl, unbuttoning a few buttons to reveal her cleavage. "There," she said, satisfied with the adjustment.
"Uh, thanks. Shall we go?" Stella asked, and Lizzie nodded, slipping on a pair of heels before handing Stella a black coat to match her outfit.
"It's quite chilly outside," Lizzie winked, and Stella nodded appreciatively as she accepted the elegant coat. The blonde woman hailed a taxi to take them to school, deciding they would walk back to their cars after classes.
As they arrived at the school, Stella requested the taxi to drop them around the corner. She entered the building, observing heads turning to gaze at the transformed "shy" girl who no longer dressed in the preppy, cute style. "People are staring at me," Stella whispered anxiously to Lizzie. The woman halted, scanning the bustling hallway. Stella made her way to her locker, retrieving her bag containing books and her laptop.
"Don't worry, babe, there's no one," Lizzie reassured, looking puzzled. Stella sighed, a frown adorning her face. "Come on," Lizzie placed her hand around Stella's waist and guided her to walk between her and the wall, offering comfort to the brunette. They reached Lizzie's office, and the woman locked the door to ensure uninterrupted privacy. "Feeling better?" Lizzie crouched down beside Stella, who had settled on a small couch that Lizzie often used for reading.
"Yeah, sorry. I get anxiety," Stella apologized, and Lizzie soothingly rubbed the girl's leg. As her body administered a dose of insulin, Stella's head began to spin, but she didn't want to burden Lizzie with any more concerns.
"It's okay, no need to apologize," Lizzie smiled kindly at the girl. "Can I tell you something?" the woman asked, and Stella nodded slowly. "I also experience anxiety, so if you ever feel overwhelmed, give my hand a squeeze, and I'll help you navigate the situation," Lizzie reached up to squeeze Stella's hand as a demonstration, eliciting a small smile from the brunette.
"Thanks, Bee. It means a lot," Stella confided, and Lizzie nodded, biting her lip to conceal her smile as she stood up.
"Always," Lizzie tenderly supported the girl's head with her hand, leaning in to press her lips against Stella's hair. "Now, feel free to read the books and use anything on my desk. What's mine is yours. I have to go lecture some snotty kids," Lizzie cleared her throat and playfully crinkled her nose in disgust.
"Hey, I'm one of those snotty kids!" Stella chuckled, and Lizzie nodded.
"Yeah, well, you are the snottiest," Lizzie agreed, and Stella gasped in mock offense.
"Excuse you, Miss Olsen, I am nothing but abstruse," the brown-eyed girl responded in a sophisticated voice, causing Lizzie to roll her eyes before opening the office door.
"Don't worry, Miss Peryl, you're my favorite snotty student," Lizzie assured her before closing the door and heading off to her lecture hall.
As soon as Lizzie exited the office, Stella rummaged through her bag for her insulin pump, realizing she hadn't replaced it since the last time. She rolled up her sleeve and winced as the needle punctured her skin, the pump emitting a soft beep as it adhered to her arm.
Stella retrieved her omnipod and swiftly pricked her finger, wiping away a small amount of blood for testing her blood sugar. The device calculated the necessary insulin dosage, wirelessly instructing the insulin pump on Stella's arm to release the precise amount into her bloodstream. Stella sighed as the small device emitted a gentle beep, signifying the start of the insulin delivery.
For the next 15 minutes, Stella sat in the office, allowing her blood sugar to gradually decrease to a safe level. She then delved into various books that filled her curiosity.
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