Ellie Williams

The room was only lit by the TV in front of you and the led lights on the back of it which changed according to the image of the horror movie you were watching, amplifying the colors of it and immersing you frighteningly in the experience.

The only thing that had calmed you when things started getting scary was the soft, loving suggestion of Ellie, your pretty neighbour.

"Pup, I'm right here." She reassured you, placing her hand on your thigh and sliding up your pink nightgown more than she should have. After giving you a not-so-light squeeze, she patted her lap. "It will help you."

You weren't so sure. For a moment you doubted if it would help in the slightest, but then you remembered it was Ellie. She knew what was better for you, for god's sake! Discarding the ridiculous idea of her intentions not being any clearer than solely helping you, you complied eagerly, sitting on her lap with your side pressed against her chest and your arms wrapped around her neck, not even watching the movie.

"You gotta watch the movie, don't leave me alone." She insisted, almost sadistically— not that you noticed—, and gripped your thighs, softly handling you in order to have you sitting on her thigh, laying your back against her chest and being able to rest your head on her shoulder. This was way more comfortable, and you felt safer. You were so grateful to have someone like her.

She started bouncing her leg up and down, rubbing against your most intimate parts. It felt uncomfortable, but the movement helped you to concentrate in something other than that horrible movie, not making you lose yourself completely— she was a genius for that, you thought.

The friction she was creating was, for some reason, pretty good. It massaged your folds without her even noticing, you thought, and you found yourself shifting a bit to get more of that delicious feeling, accidentally rolling up your nightgown more and more.

“Good girl,” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear, her tone laced with approval. The movie plays in front of your poor eyes, but it doesn't feel as bad now that she is helping you feel better.