Housemates

Chapter 83

Ellie kept kissing Mia. Mia was holding herself up above Ellie, on her hands and knees, bending down to kiss. Kissing while doing a press-up, Ellie thought, and wanted to smile.

Ellie liked that Mia was making the effort. She also liked how Mia’s arms got muscled as she held herself there, tensed and smoothly sexy. Ellie stroked Mia arms, and opened her mouth, and kissed like she never wanted to stop.

She wasn’t sure why Mia was still kissing, instead of getting up. She wasn’t sure if Mia was just kissing politely for a moment, saying goodbye before she went, or if she was staying and kissing because she felt like it. She wasn’t even sure they weren’t having sex again, even though they were hardly touching except their mouths.

She didn’t mind not knowing all that much, because kissing was still nice.

She kissed.

The kissing went on, so probably Mia wasn’t saying goodbye, Ellie decided. She still wasn’t sure if they were having sex again though, or just kissing a while for fun.

Knowing when sex started and stopped with Mia was always a bit confusing. And Mia seemed to like kissing as much as Ellie did, which made it even more complicated to tell. Ellie quite liked not being sure. She liked having to wait and find out. Every time with Mia was a little like the first time with someone new, because even though she knew Mia wanted her, it was still a little bit of a mystery. She didn’t know for sure, and the uncertainty was erotic.

She wondered if it would always be like that with them. She wondered if it would still be like that in a year, if they’d be kissing and she wouldn’t be quite sure if they were having sex or just saying goodbye. She hoped it would. It would be a good thing they did, and she never completely relaxed around Mia and took Mia for granted.

She almost told Mia that, then stopped, wondering what she was thinking.

She couldn’t say that.

She also shouldn’t be planning a year ahead.

This was friends having sex. They weren’t promising each other anything more than fucking this time, not even fucking the next. Ellie couldn’t say something about a year from now, or she’d scare Mia away.

Even though Mia liked her, and she liked Mia, and their arrangement seemed to be working, thinking about a year ahead was just silly.

Ellie decided she didn’t care. She was too involved in Mia’s mouth.

She kissed.

Mia was slowly lowering herself back down onto Ellie, pressing more heavily onto Ellie as they kissed. As if Mia was distracted, Ellie thought. As if Mia was concentrating on kissing, lying back where she had been before, forgetting why she’d been moving in the first place.

Mia was squashing Ellie, not moving off her at all, but Ellie didn’t care.

Despite herself, Ellie started pushing with her hips. Mia’s leg was still between hers, so any push, any slither at all, was enough to make Ellie wetly shivery again.

Mia felt good. Mia’s mouth felt good. Ellie kept kissing, wrapping herself around Mia.

She kissed, until Mia laughed, into her mouth.

“What?” Ellie said quietly.

“Just you.”

Ellie was almost hurt. “Don’t be mean.”

“What?” Mia said, surprised. “I’m not.”

Ellie looked up at her, wondering. Wanting to glare, wanting to be stern, but knowing she was probably about to smile.