Housemates

Chapter 42

Mia slid Ellie’s underwear off, slowly and carefully, without stopping kissing for a moment.

Ellie was distracted by the kissing and didn’t quite notice it happening, even while she was lifting her hips to let Mia pull.  She suddenly realized when Mia’s hand was down somewhere near her knees, and opened her eyes, but by then Mia was mostly done and it was too late for Ellie to worry.  Too late for her to worry about what it all meant, or what she was wearing, or what Mia would think of her naked. 

Ellie was almost relieved to have it over with so easily. 

Mia was concentrating on kissing, barely paying attention to undressing Ellie except to touch and feel and stroke her.  It suddenly seemed to Ellie like she hadn’t needed to worry at all.

Not about any of it.

Mia had hardly looked as she undressed Ellie, had just reached up Ellie’s skirt, and tugged her undies off, and kept kissing Ellie while she did, apparently all involved with her mouth.  Mia hadn’t seemed to care what Ellie had on, she’d hardly seemed to notice.  Ellie thought about that, and began to realize she’d been silly.  Of course Mia didn’t care what Ellie was wearing, not once she was taking it off.  The taking off was what was important, not the clothes being removed.

Ellie wondered why she’d worried so much. 

She had to make herself stop.

She concentrated kissing, and started to think.  To realize, because she could feel the cloth of her dress on her skin, that she was suddenly bare. 

She was bare, and rather than self-conscious or worried, the bare made her horny. 

The bare made her very horny.

Mia’s leg was between hers, and Mia was naked, and Ellie was mostly naked too, except for her skirt.  Mia seemed to not be worrying about that, and was just leaving it on Ellie, bundled around her hips, mostly out of their way.

Mia was kissing Ellie, kissing her mouth and neck, and sliding her hands down Ellie’s body, as if just needing to touch and explore. 

She touched, and kissed, and whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful,” and Ellie, belatedly, realized she probably ought to have said the same. 

“You are too,” Ellie said, and it seemed sudden, a little abrupt, but just Mia smiled, as if she understood.

Mia licked Ellie’s neck with a soft hot lapping, and her breath on Ellie’s skin was almost more than Ellie could stand.  Mia kissed Ellie’s breasts, and held them carefully, in a way that was completely considerate, and completely gentle, and somehow utterly desperate too.  She kissed them all over, like a tickling, burning slither of wet fire, covering them, filling them, so Ellie felt as if something would melt inside her if Mia kept doing what she was doing too long.  But Mia kept doing it, completely oblivious, and Ellie could bear to stop her, she just sighed and stroked Mia’s hair. 

Mia’s mouth was soft and wet, and her tongue was clever.  She began to kiss Ellie’s nipples, then slowly began to suck, and Ellie suddenly felt them startlingly, achingly, over-swollen, and it was almost unbearably good.

She was completely lost in what Mia was doing to her.

She was almost completely lost.

Mia’s mouth was making her hurt between her legs.  Mia’s intensity on her nipples made her feel wet and empty inside, sore from needing to be touched. 

The ache was almost painful, almost too much to stand. 

Ellie was about to put her own hand between her legs, and press on herself, and she almost didn’t care if Mia knew, but then she remembered she was being braver, and joining in, and telling Mia what she needed.

Not with actual words, because she was still too shy for that, and also because she needed her mouth for kissing rather than speaking.  But she didn’t need words, especially, for this.  She felt around, and found Mia’s arm, and pulled Mia’s hand between her legs.

Exactly like Mia had done to her.

She pulled Mia’s hand, and moved her knee, so Mia’s fingers went inside her without anything to get in the way.

She kissed Mia, and felt Mia inside her, and the ache was suddenly less.  Suddenly it was all heat and pressure and wanting and desire, and nothing bad at all.  She pulled Mia’s mouth up to hers, off her breasts, and pulled Mia close, tightly on top of herself.

She wanted to press herself against Mia, and kiss, and feel everything she could.  She was hot and wet and desperate for everything Mia might do to her, and couldn’t wait to find out.

After a moment, Mia began sliding against Ellie again, ever so slightly.  Pressing with her leg as well as her hand.  

Ellie moved one foot, so she felt slightly more, and kept kissing Mia, thinking.

They seemed to be having sex, but she wasn’t quite sure.  It had happened almost before Ellie realized.  Sometimes she couldn’t tell when sex started with Mia.  The sex, rather than the touching.  It was complicated and fluid and not nearly as obvious as Ellie was used to, and she found that a little confusing.  And it wasn’t that she minded, exactly, just that she wanted to know when she was.  To be tidy.  To know what to call it, whether what she was doing was sex, or something else, like just kissing.

She wanted to put a name on it, and it bothered her that she didn’t know. 

It must be sex, she thought.  They were both undressed.  They were kissing, and touching, and pressed together, all naked.  Mia’s fingers were inside Ellie, and that had to make it sex.

It almost had to be sex, Ellie thought, except that she wasn’t doing anything back, and that made her wonder.  She wasn’t sure if that counted if she was being lazy.

She thought some more, and decided it did.  She supposed that when someone was touching someone, or someone was inside someone, then that was sex.  And she supposed naked and kissing meant it was too.

It all confused her a little, because she was never quite sure what to call it in her head.  She was never sure, and at the same time, she didn’t especially care, as long as she was doing it. 

And part of her liked it that way, too.  She liked the uncertainty.

She wasn’t sure she should tell Mia all that, though, in case it was somehow rude.  It case it sounded like everything wonderful that Mia was doing wasn’t quite wonderful enough.

Ellie didn’t want to upset Mia, and she didn’t want Mia to stop, and she really didn’t want Mia to think she was anything but wonderful.

She kept on kissing, and didn’t talk, for fear of spoiling what was happening. 

She kept on kissing because she was busy kissing, and having sex, and didn’t care enough about any of it to want to stop and talk right then.