Housemates

Chapter 77

Ellie wasn’t sure what to do, so she did the only thing she could. She kept kissing Mia, and touching Mia, and holding onto Mia with her fingertips as if her life depended on it.

She kissed Mia’s tummy. She licked Mia’s skin. She breathed in Mia’s smell until she couldn’t think. Mia felt silky, and smelled warm, and was everything Ellie wanted.

As Ellie kissed, Mia stroked Ellie’s hair and sighed, as if unbearably turned on by how much Ellie wanted her. Ellie decided she had to say something. Just in case Mia had misunderstood, and thought where Ellie was kissing meant something was about to happen.

Ellie had to warn her she was about to be disappointed.

Ellie kissed Mia’s tummy one more time, kissed right above Mia’s underwear. So close that her lips touched skin, but she felt cloth against her chin. She kissed, and pressed her face to Mia’s tummy.

“I’m not going to,” Ellie said. “Is that okay?”

Mia’s hand stopped moving on Ellie’s head. Otherwise, she didn’t react.

Ellie looked up, still kneeling. “I will soon,” Ellie said. “I promise. But this isn’t the right time.”

Mia didn’t answer.

“It really isn’t,” Ellie said. “You know that, don’t you?”

Mia stroked Ellie’s face. She nodded, but didn’t seem sure. “I get why you’re saying that,” Mia said, carefully.

Ellie looked at the door. At the pile of things in front the door.

“Yeah,” Mia said. Then, a little desperately. “I could do you.”

“No,” Ellie said firmly, and kissed again. “Because we’re being fair. Because we both will when we do.”

“So you do me too.”

“No,” Ellie said, and shook her head. “Because when we do, it should be special. It should be this fucking wonderful beautiful epic thing. Not just hurrying and being quick because you’re worried someone will open the door.”

“Yeah,” Mia said, reluctantly. “I guess.”

“I’m right,” Ellie said.

“I know,” Mia said, but she sounded disappointed.

“But we can do anything else you want,” Ellie said, hoping to cheer Mia up. “Whatever you’d like to do.”

“Anything?”

“I promise.”

Mia started to grin. “Stop talking?” she said.

Ellie grinned back, and didn’t answer. She just knelt there, waiting, being clever. Not saying anything, because Mia had told her not to talk. She wondered how long it would take Mia to realize.

After a moment, Mia did.

“Smartass,” Mia said, and touched Ellie’s face. “Do talk.”

“You said not to.”

“Don’t tease.”

Ellie grinned some more. She felt like Mia usually was, confident and smug. She felt like she wanted to demand things. “Shouldn’t you be thinking more about the anything you want part?” she said.

Mia nodded slowly, but didn’t seem that excited. Ellie suddenly realized why. Because the one thing Mia wanted was what Ellie wouldn’t do.

“Come on,” Ellie said, hoping. “Anything.”

Mia shrugged. “Just whatever you want,” she said.

Ellie was a little worried. Mia seemed subdued, not quite herself, and Ellie wanted to cheer her up. She wanted Mia to enjoy this, even if it wasn’t perfect.

Ellie thought for a moment, and had an idea. An idea that might be sweet, or might be cruelly teasing, or might just be completely weird. She wasn’t sure which. She hoped it was sweet. She decided she was prepared to risk it. To risk the weird, and hope it wasn’t cruel, trusting it was actually sweet.

“Stand there,” Ellie whispered. “I’m going to do something.”

Mia nodded.

“Not that,” Ellie said, so Mia didn’t misunderstand. “Just so you know. But something.”

“Okay,” Mia said.

Ellie put her hands on Mia’s hips. She slid Mia’s underwear down, down Mia’s legs, kissing as she went. Kissing the way she had with Mia’s shirt, slowly and quite carefully, kissing Mia’s knees and the insides of Mia’s calves and in the end, the tops of Mia’s feet as she slipped Mia’s undies past them. Mia watched. She shivered a little, once, and moved her feet for Ellie, but otherwise, she watched.

Ellie put Mia’s undies on the bed, and turned back to Mia. She was kneeling, right in front of Mia. She was looking straight at Mia’s pussy. Mia was naked, and standing with her feet a little way apart, and Mia’s pussy was right in front of Ellie’s nose. Ellie could smell Mia, a little. Like Mia’s skin, but a sweeter, strong smell.

Ellie was almost tempted. She was very close to being tempted.

Ellie reached out, and put her hand on Mia. On Mia’s pussy, between her lips. She slid her fingers into Mia. Mia sighed, and put her hands on Ellie’s shoulders. To balance, Ellie thought.

Ellie touched Mia for a moment, very carefully. Slipping her fingers slowly along Mia, inside Mia. Watching Mia’s lips move around her fingertips. She stroked, then took her hand away.

She looked up, and waited until Mia opened her eyes.

“That was good,” Mia said, with her eyes still closed. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Ellie said. “I will again in a second.”

Mia kept standing there. She didn’t open her eyes.

“Hey,” Ellie said, and finally Mia looked.

She looked down. She looked at Ellie.

Ellie held up her hand, showing it was wet, and then licked her fingers slowly. She licked the taste of Mia’s wetness off her fingers, looking up at Mia, trying to show Mia how desperately she wanted to do more. How much she wanted to lick Mia herself, and not just her own hand.

Mia was watching her, breathing slowly, looking desperate too.

“I can’t,” Ellie said. “I really want to, but I can’t.”

“I know,” Mia said. “You’re right.”

“I’m right but I still want to,” Ellie said.

“I’m glad.”

“We can’t do that,” Ellie said. “But we can do this.”

“Do what?”

“This,” Ellie whispered, and leaned forward again.

She kissed Mia’s tummy. She licked around Mia’s tummy-button. At the same time, she slid her fingers back inside Mia, inside Mia’s wetness, so she could rub while she licked.

It was almost the same, Ellie thought. It had to be almost the same. She was licking Mia’s tummy like she would lick Mia’s pussy. Like how she imagined she would lick, one day, very soon, when she did. She was licking like that, and pleasuring Mia with her hand, and Mia was standing there watching her.

It had to be almost the same as really doing it, Ellie thought. She just hoped Mia understood what it was meant to mean.

Ellie hoped it was sweet, not weird or cruel.