Page 142 of Tricky Girls

I look down at our hands, noticing their different sizes. It’s easier to look at them than into her eyes. Especially when I’m talking about this. About her.

‘You know those people you meet and have an instant soul connection with?’

Elly nods.

‘And then they leave and it’s like they take a piece of you with them? You’re just never whole again, no matter how much time has passed, no matter how you try to fill the void. And it’s even worse when you know it’s your fault they left. You only have yourself to blame.’

In the silence that follows, Elly shifts uncomfortably. ‘Tilda, you’re not talking about your mum’s old boyfriend, are you?’

I release a breathless chuckle. ‘No, not him. His kid.’

‘Oh, I see. You lost touch with them?’

I nod, the pain of it washing over me like a bucket of fresh blood—a wound that never heals. ‘Kinda had to be that way. But yeah, never heard from them again.’

‘That’s rough, bro.’ She pulls on my hand, making me tumble into her. ‘Come give Elly a hug.’

I crawl into her lap, arms and legs wrapped around her like a four-tentacled octopus. I lay my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes when her arms come around me. It’s like being knitted back together again. She’s a literal tonic.

‘What would make you stop you doing it?’ she burrs into my ear.

‘Nothing,’ I whisper. ‘Don’t ask me to stop.’

‘Okay.’ She kisses my temple, her breath warming my face. ‘Okay.’

When she pulls back, that previous solemness is blessedly missing. ‘Can I ask you to kiss me instead?’

I smile, cupping her cheeks. ‘You can definitely ask me that.’

It’s a kind of balm, the feel of her lips on mine. It never grows old, never since that first kiss in Vipers when everything inside me had stood to sudden attention.

Feels even nicer without the barrier of clothes.

It’s my first time seeing Elly this undressed. She’s always kept her clothes on, even with my half-hearted attempts to disrobe her and return the favour. She feels divine, her stomach and chest rising against me as she breathes, her tongue tasting of Pepsi, the bulk of her between my legs.

‘Wanna carry on playing before we get too carried away?’ she says against my lips.

Sliding off her, I fish out the other set of dice. My heart quickens at the sight of various body parts paired with words likelick, suck, kiss.

‘Make it good,’ Elly jokes.

I roll, landing onthighandkiss.‘Wait, so I have to do this to you now?’

‘Only if you like.’

I regard Elly sitting crossed legged, her boxers hiding the body part I seek. ‘Bend that leg up, please. And straighten the other.’

Elly does, leaving one thigh free for the taking. I lower down, using her leg for leverage as I attach my lips. Her skin’s hot and she smells musky. Makes me wonder if she’s wet. I certainly am.

I feel her fingers stroke through my hair as I kiss up and down her thigh. I’m so close to her pussy, overly aware of the thin barrier of cotton that separates us.

‘Babe, that’s so hot,’ she sighs.

My pussy stirs. I want to pull down the waistband of her boxers, to attach my lips there. Instead I straighten back up, eyeing the wetness I’ve left on her thigh. ‘Your turn.’

She closes her eyes as she shakes the dice. ‘Please get tits. Please get tits.’

I roll my eyes but of course she gets tits, along withsuck.

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