Page 13 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

She’s close, right there, and suddenly I want to feel her come apart on my fingers.

‘Can I go inside?’

‘Yeah, just, don’t stop touching my clit.’

I place two fingers inside her gently, worried my nails might hurt her. She’s warm, so wet, her walls pulsing around me.

‘That feels good,’ I whisper, thrusting gently.

‘You’re telling me.’

I encourage us onto our sides so I can rub her with my palm. I feel her clench at once, groaning against my lips.

‘Just like that,’ she gasps. ‘So fucking close.’

Just her words propel me to the edge. My palm is slick in seconds, sliding effortlessly over the whole of her.

She clenches again, then again.

I hold my breath. My orgasm’s cresting but I want to feel hers.

I quicken my hand, rubbing tighter.

She shouts out, her fingers stroking me in a blur. Her walls clamp around me, the sensation pushing me over the edge too.

We cling to each other, hands working, faces pressed close as we moan into each other’s mouths.

It’s only when she clutches my wrist that I stop.

‘Got nothing left.’

I pull out gently, her wetness tight.

‘That was insane,’ she sighs.

I stroke her side. ‘That was beautiful.’

She rolls onto her back, encouraging my head to her chest as she drags a blanket over us.

‘You liked it then? Touching a girl?’

‘I loved touching you more than I’ve ever touched anyone.’

I sense her smile as she kisses the top of my head.

‘That’s how I feel every time we do this.’

‘And now so will I.’

‘Yeah? Gonna be a regular thing then?’

‘Are you kidding?’

She chuckles, giving me a pat. ‘Just checking.’

I snuggle in, feeling closer to her than ever after that. It was weirdly binding, the last barrier fallen. Initiation complete.

I snort, kissing the warm skin of her chest.

‘A girl laughing after sex is never a good sign.’

‘Not laughing at you. Just my brain. Guess I’m in the club now.’

‘The sapphic club?’

‘Mm.’

‘Sounds like a good box for today.’

I smile, remembering that particular conversation. I still bring it to mind whenever I’m stressing about not knowing myself. Always Elly’s soothing voice in my mind, calming me down.

‘You’re in my box for today.’

‘Good,’ she replies sleepily. ‘Comfy in here.’

I kiss her skin again, breathing her in. This is my favourite part of us, all this languid cuddling.

‘Uh-oh,’ she says a moment later when we hear the sound of the front door. ‘How much do you wanna bet Haz is about to barge in here looking for you?’

‘Kinda glad they weren’t in for that.’

‘Well, they better get used to it, hey?’

I’m glad I didn’t bet against that very thing happening because barely a minute later, Haz’s feet are stomping up the stairs. Then the door flies open, revealing her in all her dark glory.

‘Do you two do anything other than fuck?’

‘Not if I can help it,’ I quip.

Her eyes turn curious, flitting over our blanketed bodies. I heat under her gaze. There’s no denying her interest. I know she wants this, so why is she holding back?

‘Join us if you like.’

She returns her eyes to mine, but still says nothing. I sense the war going on in her, wishing I could understand it.

Grasping the corner of the blanket, I pull it away from me. ‘Please?’

I see it the moment her face sets. It’s like shutters coming down, the sparkle dulling in her eyes. She turns away, pulls open the door and leaves as quick as she came.

Elly lifts her head. ‘Excuse me? Did Haz just say no to sex?’

I sigh, rubbing into her with my cheek for comfort. ‘She always says no.’

‘Huh?’

‘To sex, I mean. Like, she just won’t.’

‘Seriously? But I thought you were fucking her, like this whole time. You’ve been…whatevering for weeks.’

‘Whatevering is right. I don’t get it either. She’s been all over me since Halloween, but now…nothing.’

‘What the fuck?’

‘Yeah. She doesn’t talk to you about anything? To do with me, I mean.’

‘No. I was kinda, I dunno, letting you two figure things out. Like she is with us. Just assumed you guys were sleeping together.’

I hum, having nothing else to add to that.

Then a different thought strikes to me.

‘Is this weird? Talking about me and her with you?’

Elly purses her lips. ‘No. I mean, I want to whack her for messing you around, but.’

‘I don’t get the feeling that’s what she’s doing though. I think it’s—well—ugh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s karma. All those times I told you no.’

‘It’s not karma, babe.’ Elly chuckles. ‘And you didn’t tell me no, just not yet.’

‘Mm.’ I circle my open palm on her stomach.

There are no more no’s now . No more just yet’s.

We’ve fully given ourselves. I remember again her noises and how she responded so eagerly to my touch.

Maybe pleasuring a woman isn’t so hard. I just thought, I dunno, we’re just more complicated than guys.

Then I feel bad for all the guys I’ve been with. Maybe they always wanted more from me.

Whatever.

Don’t want to sleep with anybody but the girls under this roof. Well, two of them. My stomach drops as I think of Nic. The bombshell she dropped on me. Still feels surreal. I hear her rooting around upstairs. Probably just stopped for a change of clothes before pissing back off to her tent.

We’ve still not talked. If I didn’t feel like jelly right now, I’d be barging up there to do just that.

I release a breath, bringing myself back to the moment. It’s been a gorgeous evening, I don’t want to ruin it.

‘Was it okay?’ I ask, shamelessly needing the validation. ‘I’ll get better, obvi. Practice makes perfect and all that.’

‘You were already perfect, Tilds. But I’m down for practising whenever.’

‘Suppose we’ve got weeks to catch up on, haven’t we?’

Elly kisses my ear, whispering into it with a smile, ‘I’d say so, yeah.’