Housemates

Chapter 1

Ellie was at home alone, watching TV, bored.  It hadn’t been that good a day at work.  She was tired, and sick of her manager, and pretty much sick of all her coworkers too.  They seemed to be able to take work way too seriously, and at the same time be bad at doing what Ellie needed them to do.

She had the TV on, but she wasn’t really watching it.  She had come in, and flopped onto the couch, and not moved for fifteen minutes.  She’d been staring at the screen the whole time, but she still wasn’t completely sure what she was looking at.

She was bored, and lonely, and wishing she had someone to come home to.  She was tense, still all edgy and irritated from the day.

After a while she slid her hand down the front of her suit trousers.

She needed to relax.  She wasn’t really planning to actually get off right there on the couch.  She was just touching because it was comforting.  It was nice like fluffy socks were nice, or electric blankets, or cocoa.

She sat there for a while, pressing her hand against herself, not moving much, not even really stroking.

Just sitting, and pressing, and starting to feel better.  Starting to forget she’d had an awful day.  Started to feel turned on, too.  Almost turned on enough that maybe she should go and finish in her bedroom, or in the shower, even though she was comfortable where she was, and wasn’t really trying.

She heard a key in the front door, and tugged her hand out of her clothes.

She heard voices, and called hello.  Her housemate Mark came in, with his friend Mia.

“Hey,” Mark said, and started untying his shoes, to take them off and leave them beside the door.

Mia kicked hers off, and came over and stood beside the couch.  Beside Ellie.  She looked at TV.  “What’s on?”

“Don’t know.  Surfing.”

Mark took his shoes off.  “There’s letters,” Ellie said, and pointed to the bookcase beside the door.  “A letter.  From a charity or something.”

“Thanks,” Mark said, and picked it up.

Mia was still standing next to Ellie.

Looking carefully at Ellie, as if she was thinking.  Perhaps thinking just a little too hard.

Mia had always flirted with Ellie.  Very gently.  Just enough that Ellie that knew Mia was, not so much that Ellie needed to think about whether she actually cared. The good kind of flirting, that made you feel better about yourself, and didn’t necessarily need to be anything much more than that.  But still flirting.

And now Mia was looking at Ellie, and Ellie had been doing what she was just doing, and now Mia was grinning.

Grinning a little bit too much

Ellie had been playing with herself for a while.  Even though she hadn’t meant to get herself off on the couch, she’d got a fair bit of the way there.

Maybe far enough it showed.

Her skin might be flushed.  Her breathing might be slightly fast.

She really hoped not, but Mia was still staring.  Looking at Ellie and grinning.

“What?” Ellie said, quietly.

Mia shook her head.  “Nothing.”

Ellie glanced at Mark.  Mia did too.  He didn’t seem to be paying attention to them.  He had opened the letter, was reading it.  It was probably some kind of newsletter.