Housemates

Chapter 51

Ellie kissed Mia, and tasted her mouth, and felt her body. She was still kneeling, holding herself up over Mia with one hand, kissing Mia, sliding her hand over Mia’s skin and feeling the smoothness of her.

She wanted to lie down, and have both hands free, but she wasn’t quite sure where to lie.

She wasn’t sure, because she wanted to do to Mia what Mia had been doing to her, and she didn’t know how to start. She knelt over Mia, and looked at her, and tried to work out the best way to do it.

She’d decided she was going to try.

She knew mostly what Mia had been doing. She’d been able to feel enough to work it out, the pressing, and the sliding, and the pushing between her legs. She didn’t know the details, not the cleverness, but she thought she had the general idea.

She thought she knew enough to start, at least.

Ellie moved, carefully. She put her knee between Mia’s thighs. She was still kneeling, still looking down on Mia. She kept kissing, and slid her knee across the sheet until it was just touching Mia, until she felt Mia hot and sticky and slightly wet against her skin.

Mia opened her eyes and looked at Ellie.

“Is that right?” Ellie said.

Mia smiled. “Go on.”

Ellie kissed Mia again, and moved her knee closer. She tried to push and slide, like Mia had done to her. Not hard, because she didn’t want to be rough and hurt Mia. Just a little slide.

She slid, but it didn’t quite work. Something wasn’t right.

She was bumping against Mia, rather than slithering along her.

Ellie tried again, but she couldn’t work out what she needed to do.

Mia was watching her, which made it worse. Ellie felt awkward, embarrassed, being watched. It would have been easier working this out without an audience, even though that wasn’t really possible.

Ellie was embarrassed, but she made herself stop feeling like that. This was Mia, who knew she had no idea what to do. Mia who didn’t seem to mind that, and was always being gently encouraging.

Ellie decided it was probably best just to tell Mia, if she was confused.

“I don’t know what to do,” Ellie said.

“You’re doing fine.”

“I’m not,” Ellie said. “Not really.”

Mia grinned.

“You said you’d show me,” Ellie said.

Mia looked at her.

“You said you would later,” Ellie said. “It’s later. I want to do this right. I want to know how.”

Mia nodded, and reached up, and pulled Ellie against herself. Pulled, so Ellie was suddenly closer, lying on top of Mia, almost touching her. So the angle of Ellie’s leg changed, and now it was Ellie’s thigh pushing on Mia, not her knee.

“Oh,” Ellie said, and understood. When she moved now, her leg slid against Mia like she wanted it too. Then Mia did something else, something with her hips, tipping them slightly, and moving her knees outwards, and suddenly Ellie felt more of her.

A lot more of her.

Enough Ellie almost imagined she could make out Mia’s lips, spread against her leg. Enough Ellie felt new intensity to her wetness, and a new slippery heat.