Page 141 of Tricky Girls

‘Better prepare for some weak orgasms then.’

Elly scoops up the dice. She getst-shirtandquickly.Shrugging, she pulls down the straps of her dungas until the bib falls. Then she whips her top off, leaving her in only a sports bra. She refastens the straps, flicking her t-shirt at me.

‘Weak,’ I tease. ‘My show was way hotter.’

‘No arguments from me.’

I toss the dice.Trousersandslowly.

‘Well. Definitely glad I turned the heating up now.’

Elly only smiles, watching attentively as I get to my feet and unbutton my jeans. I’ve got a thong on in a bid to minimise knicker lines. It’s so thin it sometimes misaligns to one side of my pussy. I’m careful in pulling them down, feeling strangely shy beneath Elly’s gaze. She’s seen me naked tonnes of times by now but that’s usually after lots of kissing and heavy petting. I don’t need much encouragement with all that.

‘You can probably go slower,’ she says, eyes on my legs.

‘Almost like you don’t want to see me naked.’

She chuckles. ‘Wash your mouth out.’

I touch my thong to make sure it’s all in place before sitting back down.

Reaching out, Elly trails a finger over the edge of the G-string. ‘I’ve chosen a good day for this.’

‘I always wear my best underwear for you.’

Elly smiles, leaning in to kiss my neck after pulling my hair to the side. One of her hands lands on my thigh, massaging there.

I let my eyes fall closed. ‘Getting ahead of yourself there.’

‘Just warming you up.’ She pulls back, eyes smokier than before. ‘I know you’re a chilly thing.’

I slide the dice over to her. ‘Feeling pretty warm actually.’

It’s not long until we’re both lounging in our underwear, me in a mismatched bra and thong and Elly in her sports bra and boxers. She looks so strong, so capable, her hands large where she grips a can of Pepsi.

She sips from it, eyes scanning my near nakedness. Wordlessly she strokes the backs of her fingers over the cuts on my thigh. Her touch is gentle. Questioning. I feel myself tense.

She returns her eyes to mine. ‘Tell me. It’s hard not to notice.’

I smile weakly. ‘Would rather we make out.’

‘Tell you what.’ She places her can on the table so she can take one of my hands in both of hers. ‘Tell me what’s up with that and I’ll give you the biggest snog of your life.’

‘Blackmail.’

‘Sexy incentive,’ she counters.

I sigh, tangling our fingers together. Mine are sweaty, Elly’s warm and steady in comparison.

I know she’s a safe place, and it’s not like I go to any major lengths to hide what I do, but…well, it’s that whole having your ugliness thrown back in your face thing.

‘It just became a thing when I was a kid. I don’t know, maybe I knew someone else who did it or saw it on TV. First time I lost someone I loved, I tried it. Not on my legs. My wrists, being all cliché. And it helped. Weirdly. Made me all calm and chill. So everything bad that happened after that, it just became my go-to.’ I shrug. I never talk about this shit so it’s hard for me. ‘It’s not that deep. Not really. Just looks bad. My rule is no scars. No permanent ones anyway. It’s still better than other things. You know, drugs and stuff.’

Elly strokes her thumb over my knuckles. ‘What bad things are happening to make you still do it?’

I shake my head with pursed lips. ‘The same bad things as ever. Same things, different forms.’

‘Yeah, I get that.’ She squeezes my hand. ‘Who did you lose?’

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