Page 6 of Tricky Girls

Haz lets out a huff, can of cider up to her mouth from the second pack of the night. ‘Truth,’ she says, eyes locked on mine. ‘Me or Elly, who would you pick?’

‘Neither.God’s sake, how many times? I’m straight.’

She holds up a frustrated hand. ‘Yeah, just put down your love of dick for one second. If youwereinto girls, which one of us would you pick?’

I lean back against the sofa, pretending to give it some thought. ‘I don’t want to break any hearts here.’

Haz shakes her head. ‘Don’t have one.’

I look to Elly who folds her arms protectively. ‘I can take it. I think.’

I purse my lips, nodding slowly. It’s weird—I’ve probably said about ten words to these girls in total over the last year, and most of them would have been at our Christmas meal. Now here I am, knowing both their (very roughly estimated) body counts,exactly which dildos are their favourites to use, and which positions they like to use them in.

Our media course is the only one of its kind on campus, amongst all the pretentious Latin, ancient histories and philosophies, and for that reason garners a large number of enrollees. It’s not often we all hang out as a whole group. I tend to stick with Natasha and the girls we met during freshers, and I’ve never seen these two bother much with anyone. Elly’s alright, smiley and friendly and getting stuck into group projects when she has to, but Harriet…Haz…she’s always kind of mean. Refusing to share equipment, acting like she’d rather eat her own toenails than lower herself to work with someone else. I’ve never given too much thought to either before but something about tonight has put me on their radar.

Haz shifts impatiently and I refocus, taking in her olive skin and thick fall of glossy black hair. Enviable hair, really. Mine’s nice enough but it’s only as shiny as that perhaps the first hour after washing it. Elly’s, on the other hand, couldn’t be more different. It’s much shorter, a colour she’d probably call strawberry blonde if anyone was to ask. It’s tufty in places, the cuteness matching the twin dimples when she smiles. I was with a boy once who had the fluffiest, softest hair from years of swimming in chlorinated water. Makes me wonder if that’s a sport Elly favours too, though there’s no pool here, only the unforgiving sea.

Standing next to each other, they’re of a similar height but where Elly is plump and soft, Haz is sheer, solid muscle. I’ve seen her in the gym before, seen them both, Elly usually pissing around with the equipment whilst Haz works out with a single minded, stony intensity. It’s clearly paid off; I’m sure she could pick me up with her little finger and toss me across the room. I’m sure they both could.

‘You’re both beautiful ladies,’ I tell them.

Haz scoffs, fingers falling to her belt buckle as a glint comes to her eyes. ‘My cock’s bigger though,’ she croons, untucking her shirt and gracing me with a view of her deeply ridged abs. She unzips her trousers, shoves her hand inside and emerges with a dildo.

‘What—Haz, that’s obscene!’

I hold my breath as she begins milking it. She’s not wrong about it being big. Even Ryan, a grower not a shower, couldn’t harden to this size.

‘Oh, but I am obscene.’ Dropping her hand, she leans over where I’m sprawled on the sofa, palms either side of my shoulders. She thrusts her hips, the tip of the strap-on bobbing against my thighs. ‘Whatever your little boyfriend can do to you, you bet I can do it a million times better.’

‘Doubt that,’ is all I can think to say. Vodka always makes me horny, and my body clearly hasn’t got the memo we’re not with Ryan anymore. Behind her thick fall of hair, Haz could be any pretty boy right now.

Her final thrust lands right on my clit and I suck in a sharp breath. Her smile deepens as she pushes off me.

‘Knew she’d choose me,’ she says to Elly.

‘I chose no one! You’re bothgirls.’

‘Well spotted.’ She zips herself back up. I follow the movement with my eyes. She really wears that thing everyday? Even to class, when she’s straddling computer stools and alienating everyone with those dark, depthless eyes? Makes my brain short-circuit.

With a grunt, Elly hauls herself to her feet. ‘BRB, people.’

Listening to her jog up the stairs, I place my drink down to rearrange myself, grimacing when my boots chafe my ankles.

‘Mind if I take these off?’

‘It’s normally polite to.’

With a pointed look at Haz’s own boots, I unlace mine, hissing as I pull them off.

‘Still breaking them in?’

‘Yeah. Fuck.’

‘Ouch.’ Her eyes linger on the blisters weeping through my tights. ‘Gnarly.’ She gets to her knees to peer closer. ‘Want a foot massage? I’m ace at them.’

I clearly take too long to answer when she wordlessly pulls my foot into her lap.

‘You should take these off,’ she says of my ripped tights.

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