Here's yet another quarantine themed story.  It seems this unprecedented period of social isolation is bringing up a lot of naughty thoughts.

( a note from Brenda - I am a knitter - an obsessive knitter and fibre arts nerd.  I have read many knitting themed books and stories - mysteries, even romances, but never have I ever read fibre arts erotica!  I adore this and can't weight (ha) to read the next part!).

Fingering Weight - by Lady Jane Brachomene and Mistress Untrammeled

Before the quarantine, Priya had not been at home much, and neither had her roommate. She knew Alice more through the sounds -- the podcasts blaring through the flow of the shower, pots banging against each other -- and remnants of her everyday life: knitting needles and re-used chopsticks strewn across the floor. Every weekend they would exchange pleasantries -- she knew that Alice had some family back in Tennessee, or was it Georgia? --  she honestly didn’t care to know much about her.

            Things were different now. With Alice being her only companion, they found themselves sharing many nights discussing the history of feminism, the intricacies of fractals, and listening to podcasts as Alice knitted. At first, Priya scorned the clicking of Alice’s knitting needles, each clink chipping away at her sanity. She thought she would be stuck with this person forever.

            It was now two weeks since they had been self-isolating together, and Priya developed an admiration for the soft scarves and sweaters that Alice had produced. Priya would ask Alice if she could touch them; they felt silky and soft against her skin, teasing gently along her hairs and sending tingles up the base of her neck. Sometimes, after Alice had gone to bed she would shyly lean her head against the heaps of wool, inhaling deeply.

            Lately, the sound of knitting needles stirred something within her. She didn’t know what it was. As Alice knitted, Priya stole glances at her deft hands, steadily pulling the working yarn to wrap it around the needle. Alice was working on a pair of socks, and she had bemusedly told Priya that the yarn she needed was fingering weight (she added “that’s why knitting is the gayest art form”). Occasionally, the yarn would  brush her skin like the soft scratch of a nail, and she had to hastily lie about her sudden gasp to Alice more than once.

            This time, Priya  saw that Alice had put down her knitting and was looking at her. Priya couldn’t figure out what that look meant.

“You know, you have really beautiful eyes,” said Alice, her voice soft like the sock hanging from her needles.

Priya blushed. “Well, you have gorgeous fingers.”

Alice’s beautiful brown eyes twinkled and she looked down at her knitting again, then she paused. She opened her mouth as if to say something; her words hung in the air, untethered, then Alice seamlessly went back to her work. Expectant of something, Priya blurted “I want you to finger me with the yarn.” Alice laughed, and the dark rouge hue of Priya’s cheeks deepened. “With the yarn? What does that even mean?” Alice asked.

Priya didn’t know. She had never been in a relationship before. She’d messed around with a guy here and there, but she had never remembered feeling strongly for them. She’d never wanted anything beyond the vaguely wet feelings she got from kissing them. But like a robot getting a fresh spray of WD40, it just felt routine.

But now she was sweaty and nervous. The closest feeling she’d had was how she had felt before job interviews, for jobs she had really wanted.

But no, there was something else, something she had never experienced before. She didn’t have time to analyze the feeling, because suddenly Alice’s lips were on hers. Alice quickly paused and asked “Shit, is this ok?”. Priya laughed and said “I mean I just asked you to fuck me with some yarn.” And like a frog seeking moisture after a long sunbath, her lips jumped to Alice’s.

Priya relished in the sensation of Alice’s soft, supple lips against her own, and in a moment of shock, she withdrew.

“Is everything okay? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push myself onto you,” said Alice, her brows furrowed with concern.

“No! No, this is great. That’s what’s surprising me. I’ve just...never felt this way before. It was always men before this and… even then, not really and … it just wasn’t like this before.”

Alice smiled and placed her hand gently on Priya’s chin, drawing her closer. She planted a tender kiss on her mouth.

“We can go as slow as you’d like,” purred Alice. Priya’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she grabbed Alice’s torso, pulling her near. Alice sifted her hands slowly under Priya’s shirt, her fingers gently stroking upward, her nails scratching playfully. Priya waited for a moment. It all seemed so quick, and yet long enough that she could not imagine anything else.

And just as Alice’s hand drew to Priya’s nipple, she pulled away. “Just a second, I have an idea.” Alice reached for a strand of yarn. “Take off your shirt, and lie down on the couch.”

Priya complied, waiting expectantly as Alice dangled a strand of yarn over her. She slowly lowered the strand until it landed smoothly on Priya’s areola, circled it deliberately a couple of times, with her lips curling into a smile. “The subtle art of knitting,” she explained “is managing tension. Right now, I have one hand on the string and it simply hangs like a feather, lightly tickling you.” She took her other hand and pulled the string taut. She leaned forward, placing the yarn just below Priya’s neck, and placed her lips against her ear and whispered, “But I can tell you want more. And I can make it much stronger,” she sat back up, but not before gently nibbling on Priya’s ear.

Alice slowly eased the taut length of yarn down Priya’s chest, pressing down her breasts as if attempting to remove the folds of a blanket. But to no avail, because as the yarn approached Alice’s nipples, she quickly dashed the yarn against them, watching her breasts bounce back up as Priya gasped.

Priya suddenly lifted herself up like Wonder Woman and grabbed Alice, coming to stand and threw Alice back onto the couch. Now Priya was on top.

She yanked the yarn from Alice and grabbed her wrists, pausing for a moment to look into her eyes. “Is this okay?” asked Priya.

Alice breathed heavily. “It’s more than okay.”

Priya smirked and continued to bind Alice’s wrists so she was helpless. She sucked on her fingers and teased her forearms with her tongue, working her way up to Alice’s shoulders, and then started her journey downward.

 

To be Continued …

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