Page 34 of Vying Girls
Tilda
I knew I’d be nervous. Could have waited years and I’d still be nervous.
Elly leads me to her room, flicking on the lamp and filling it with warm light. She tugs me to her. ‘Bloody loved that.’
‘Fucking at the top of a castle tower? Yeah, it was kind of aesthetic.’
‘I’d love fucking you anywhere.’ She cups my cheeks to kiss me. ‘And everywhere.’
She finds my tongue, teasing it with hers so slowly and so thoroughly that I almost moan.
My heart’s racing. It usually is with Elly but tonight seems significant. I’m trying not to let my head get in the way, butit’s difficult. I’m remembering all the ways she’s touched me, everything that’s felt good.
But what if she doesn’t like any of that? Different strokes for different folks. Would she tell me if she didn’t? She’s always looking to please me. She might not want to hurt my feelings.
I find the hem of her top and drag it up.
‘I’m allowed to get undressed this time?’ she teases.
‘I would prefer it.’
She aids me the rest of the way and whips it off. There’s an eagerness in her face I haven’t seen before. An excitement. It’s such a turn-on, tempering some of my anxiety. What am I worrying about? She’ll like anything I bloody do to her. Like a puppy who’s just happy to be here.
The thought makes me smile.
Elly sees it, chucking me under the chin. ‘Something funny about my naked bod?’
‘No. I’m just being nervous and weird.’
She huffs out a breath. ‘Nothing for you to be nervous about, Tilds. Believe me. Just let me know if you want to back out.’
I narrow my eyes. ‘Absolutely not. Now, remove the rest of all this please.’
She executes a mock salute before shucking her trousers and boxers.
‘And that thing. All of it.’
With a tiny smile, she removes the strap, tossing it on the floor before running a hand through her hair.
It’s not like I haven’t seen her naked before, but only in flashes. When she’s getting changed, when she’s putting on the strap. I’ve never allowed myself to look before. Not like this.
‘Go and lie on the bed.’
She does as I say, crossing her ankles and putting her arms behind her head. She watches just as appreciatively as the first time as I remove my clothes, revealing the lacy blue number.
‘Literally stunning.’
With a smile, I join her on the bed. ‘No, you.’
Straddling her waist, I allow myself to drink her in in all her glory. Those strong arms I love so much, the breasts I adore even on days she doesn’t, the thatch of hair she keeps neatly trimmed whilst the rest of her remains unshaven.
Unlike Nic.
A thought so unwanted I lean down and kiss Elly just to rid of it.
I sigh when her legs come around me, pressing me against her.
‘As much as I love this,’ she says, plucking my bra strap, ‘it’s scratchy as fuck.’
