Page 103 of Tricky Girls

Tilda frowns. ‘I don’tsick.’

‘Alright, seems you got it all in hand then. See you in the morning, beautiful.’ I snort at the state of her. ‘Or afternoon.’

Out in the corridor, Elly shakes her head. ‘She’s killing me,’ she hisses. ‘Fucking killing me.’

I clap her on the back. ‘Suck it up, buttercup. We invited her to live with us.’

‘Yeah, but that was before I kissed her.’

Elly gazes off, the smile she’s worn all night nowhere to be seen now. Clearly she’s got Tilda on her mind as well as on her clit. Like the last one’s not bad enough.

I leave her there mooning at nothing. In my room, I waste no time getting myself unstrapped and falling over my bed with the dildo in my hand.

Feels a little like cannibalism when I do this, but needs must.

And boy, do I need it.

There’s zero resistance as I plunge it inside. Even my boxers had been soaked, making for an uncomfy walk home. I thrust roughly, my other hand disjointedly thrumming my clit. With Tilda’s kiss fresh in my mind, I come in seconds, gasping into my pillow until my pussy stops clenching.

Flinging the dildo to the floor, I let out a sigh.

That helped a bit. Nothing like the real thing though. The sun could come up and I still wouldn’t be done with that girl. Fuck, I hope she can do multiples.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand as I eventually doze off. I squint at the screen as I pick it up.

Elly: Help, I’ve nutted three times and it’s not doing anything

I smirk. Like minds.

Have one more on me,I text back, getting a bunch of cry emojis in reply.

I toss the phone away, scrubbing a hand over my face as I yawn.

Damn, why did Tilda have to do that? Doesn’t she know there’ll be no going back for me now?

Dangerous, dangerous game to play. I don’t think even Elly’s around to save her now.

Tilda

Maybe a sick bucket was a good idea. There’s an awful churn of liquor, rich food and far too many milk products going on in my stomach this morning. Considering how much I put away, the night before comes back to me slowly.

Damn, that had been fun. Hazelhurst definitely ascribes to that whole work-hard-play-hard thing. It’s nice they let us cut loose as much as they do, even if we end up pissing off staff with our rowdiness.

The night wouldn’t have been the banger it was without Elly and Haz, of course. They’d looked amazing in their suits, Haz’s as black as sin, Elly with her tight chinos and gaudy Christmas shirt. They scrub up well, no denying that, a little frisson of…something shooting through me when I first saw them. All that masculinity, no doubt. I’m hardly immune to that.

I’m cut off from my masc imaginings at the ping of my phone. Thinking it’s one of them two, I’m surprised to see it’s Natasha,a number I’ve not had pop up in a while. I’ve deleted her as a contact but recognise her message from the emojis.

Are you really into girls then?

I huff, the same indignation from last night returning. Why is that so unbelievable?

Yeah I am,I send back.

My phone buzzes again but I don’t read it, suddenly remembering some other aspects of the night. I hadn’t meant to get into another fake dating scenario but I hate—hate—the thought of them thinking I haven’t moved on, that I’m still sad about the two of them.

Which I am. Mostly about her than him though.

I’m not surprised Haz had been so eager to jump in with me. I knew she’d be a good bet, like she’d been waiting for an in this whole time, circling like a shark. If I’m gonna get my kicks, it’s only fair she gets hers too.

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