Housemates

Chapter 87

Ellie wanted Mia again, surprising herself she did so soon. She wanted Mia, but in a different way to usual. It wasn’t so much about herself. It was about making Mia happy more than about Ellie having sex.

Ellie didn’t completely understand, but she didn’t really care.

She was half-asleep, and happy from spending the night with Mia, and in a silly mood. She was looking at Mia’s bare arms and smooth bare legs and the way Mia sat there, all awake and alert and herself, while Ellie was still sleepy. Ellie wanted to hug. She wanted to wrap herself around Mia, and hold onto her, and slide her fingers inside Mia too. She looked at Mia’s legs, all bare and silky and able to do wonderful things. She hadn’t lusted after Mia’s legs in days, and she suddenly was now. Ellie wanted Mia’s legs, and she wanted Mia too. She wanted Mia all hot and wet and slippery delicate on her hand, and she didn’t think she could wait another whole day to have it.

She decided she might as well say so, just in case Mia wasn’t in quite the hurry she’d made it seem. She decided to say, but in a slightly odd, complicated way. Because it seemed nice to. Because it seemed quite funny, and also quite them, when she thought about it in her head.

“Weren’t you getting changed?” Ellie said to Mia.

Mia shrugged.

“So go on,” Ellie said. “Change. Don’t mind me.”

Mia kept looking at Ellie, like she didn’t quite understand. Mia’s work shirt was on her lap, spread out, ready to put on. Her bra was on the bed beside her. She was sitting there in Ellie’s old tee shirt, about to put her own clothes back on.

Ellie grabbed Mia’s shirt, and pulled it away from her. Mia tried to catch it, but didn’t try very hard. She lifted her hand, then put it back down and looked at Ellie, confused.

Ellie pulled the shirt across the bed, out of Mia’s reach, and Mia sat there and watched. Then Ellie picked up Mia’s bra and threw it across the room. It didn’t go far, but far enough it was out of reach as well.

“What are you doing?” Mia said.

Ellie grinned.

“You’re being kind of weird,” Mia said.

“Yep,” Ellie said.

“Okay,” Mia said. “Fair enough.”

“Weren’t you getting changed?”

Mia looked at her shirt, out of reach. “I was,” she said.

“So what I mean,” Ellie said. “Is this. Hey, isn’t that’s my shirt?”

Mia looked down at herself. “Yep,” she said.

“Can I have it back please?”

“Yeah.”

“So give it here.”

Mia looked at her for a moment. “Seriously?”

“Yep, seriously.”

Mia glanced at her clothes, at the bedroom door, then at Ellie. Then she pulled Ellie’s tee shirt off, and held it out. Ellie took it and put it beside herself. Mia still seemed confused, more than anything else. She glanced at the door again, then put one arm over her breasts, slightly awkwardly.

She looked wonderful sitting there, Ellie thought. All bare and smooth except for the shorts on her hips. And she looked wonderful sitting there as well because it was Mia, sitting on Ellie’s bed.

“Those are my shorts too,” Ellie said.

“I know,” Mia said.

“Just saying.”