Page 140 of Tricky Girls

‘Thought it was one-player?’

‘It is.’ She slides an arm around me. ‘We can make it two-player like this though.’

I smother a grin as she slips in behind me, drawing my back against her front. Her thighs hold me snuggly, hands coming up to cradle mine on the controller.

My body does that thing it does every time she instigates something like this. It tingles from head to toe, thrumming with awareness, the place between my legs stirring awake.

‘Dunno,’ I murmur, mashing the joysticks for all I’m worth. ‘This seems awfully distracting to me.’

Elly strokes the backs of my hands. ‘Maybe you’re right.’ We watch as the avatar’s shot down once again. ‘We should go and play something properly two-player.’

‘Oh yeah?’ I toss the controller away, stretching my arms above my head with a yawn. ‘Like what? Strip poker?’

‘Not too far off.’ She ambles to the stairs, looking cute in denim overalls. ‘Sit pretty for me. Back in a sec. Maybe go turn the heating up.’

I swap the TV for a playlist on Nic’s speakers. It drowns out the sound of Elly rummaging upstairs. I hope the others will be gone for a while. As fun as it is sneaking around, I’m always grateful for these rare evenings alone.

We’ve made it a point not to share her bed any more than two nights a week. It just seemed a good boundary to me, one me and Ryan failed to keep as we bed hopped each night at Portia House. I don’t want things to get routine, extending this exciting, secretive, risky thing we’ve embarked on. I can’t bear the thought of things going stale with Elly. I don’t think it’s a real concern, just one my dumb brain’s come up with. Can having sex with another girl ever get boring? It forever feels thrilling and she swears she hasn’t even shown me all she can do yet.

Or all I can do to her.

I want that. As does she. I’m just…I don’t feel quite ready. I think I need to get it all straight in my mind first. Or not straight,as the case may be. Elly says she understands but with her knowing she was a lesbian since forever, I’m not sure she does.

There’re only two things simple in my brain—Elly’s an insane kisser and I want more of them.

When I return to those basics, the waters smooth out again.

My heart kicks up when she returns downstairs, plastic bag of something in her hands.

‘Got this ages ago,’ she says, tossing it onto my lap. ‘Never played with it though.’

I slide it out the bag. It’s a wooden box with a bunch of dice inside, each face a different picture and instruction.

‘Love dice,’ I say with a smile.

‘Aye. Up for it? Are you still doing Dry January?’

‘Yes and yes.’ I heft the dice in my hands, hearing them clack together. ‘Are you saying I get to see you naked finally?’

‘If you play your dice right.’ Elly smirks, snapping the strap of her dungarees. ‘You have me at a disadvantage with these.’

‘Not from where I’m sitting.’ I slide onto the floor where I can use the coffee table to throw the dice. ‘You can get yourself a drink if you want.’

‘No, ta. If you’re doing this sober, so am I.’

Our knees touch as she kneels beside me. My pussy does more than stir now. It aches, eager for this game.

‘You start with these ones,’ Elly says, swapping the dice in my hands, ‘for our clothes. Femmes first.’

I bite on my lip as I shake the dice, taking stock of what I’m wearing. A few more layers than Elly, but not by much. Few rolls and I’ll be in my underwear.

I toss the dice.‘Socksandstrip tease.Amazing.’

Elly laughs. ‘Get to it, babe. Make it good.’

She leans back on the sofa as I come to my back, feet in the air so I can reach my socks. It’s so dumb. The music isn’t right either. I hook a finger in one, pulling it off as provocativelyas I can. Judging by Elly’s shit-eating grin, it’s not provocative enough.

I throw a sock at her head. ‘You know, I read that girls can orgasm stronger if they’re wearing socks.’

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