Housemates

Chapter 89

Ellie fingered Mia, and kissed Mia, and pressed herself down on Mia’s leg. It was nice. It was very nice. Nice enough that Ellie would have to be careful how much she did, if she was going to keep her promise not to come herself.

She looked down at Mia face, as Mia sighed, happily. She felt Mia against her fingers, around the ends of her fingers, slippery and hot against her skin. She wanted to taste Mia. She had tasted Mia already, could still taste Mia on her lips, but she wanted to taste more. She wanted to taste properly.

She wanted to taste Mia, but not from her fingers.

She was tempted to bend over and press her face against Mia’s shorts, and breathe in, and lick, and let whatever happened next happen.

She knew what would happen next. The shorts were thin, and mostly made of holes, and wet already from Ellie’s saliva, smeared off her hands, and wet from Mia too. Licking the shorts wouldn’t be any different from licking Mia, and Ellie wasn’t going to do that yet.

She wasn’t going to allow herself to.

She was almost unbearably tempted, but she made herself not.

It had been right not to, last night, when they were worried about being caught, and it was right not to now, when nothing had changed. It ought to be special, when they first did, special for both of them, and being frantic and sneaky and worried about Mark flinging to the door open, even if only worried a little, that would spoil the special. It would simply waste it, so Ellie made herself not.

She made herself not, but she wanted Mia to know that it was a struggle. She wanted Mia to understand how much she was wanted, and that Mia wasn’t the reason Ellie hadn’t yet.

She needed Mia to understand that.

“I want to,” Ellie said suddenly. “But not now.”

“What?” Mia said, sounding dazed. “Want to what?”

“You know what.”

Mia looked confused. She was distracted, Ellie supposed, and thinking unclearly. Ellie waited a moment, until Mia realized.

“Oh yeah,” Mia said. “That.”

“I will as soon as I can,” Ellie said. “I promise. But not right now.”

“Yeah, you said, the other day.”

“No, the other day I said I would as soon as I was ready.”

Mia didn’t understand. Ellie was still rubbing her, distracting her. “Okay,” Mia said, “So…?”

“So now I’m ready. So I’m telling you I will. Just not right now.”

“Oh,” Mia said, and seemed pleased. “Good.”

“Is that okay?”

“Don’t care right this second,” Mia said. “Keep doing this.”

Ellie smiled.

“I mean it,” Mia said, sounding desperate. “Keep doing this.”

Ellie grinned, and did.

She slid her fingers against Mia. After a moment she switched her hands around. Because she wanted to taste again. To taste more. She took one had out Mia’s shorts, and put the other inside, and licked the fingers of the first. She licked, and breathed in Mia’s smell, and Mia watched her.

Ellie sat there thinking.

Thinking, and not thinking at all.

Slowly, she touched herself.

One of her hands was on Mia. She slid her other hand against herself. Because she wanted to, and because they’d been talking about it anyway, and because Mia was right, Ellie didn’t really have anything to hide, since Mia already knew that she did. She slid her hand down between herself and Mia, and pressed her fingers against her pussy. She had room to reach. She wasn’t pushing down onto Mia’s leg so firmly that she couldn’t slip wet fingers between them.

She did, and then closed her eyes for a moment, touching herself exactly as she needed to, feeling it achingly intense, feeling perfect as she touched with her own fingers, so everything, all her pleasure, became sharply more intense than it had been a moment ago.

She touched, and got distracted, and her other hand, on Mia, slowed down and became still.

She concentrated on touching herself. Just for a moment, until she realized what she was doing. Then she opened her eyes again.

Mia was watching.

Ellie stopped moving both her hands, suddenly embarrassed.

It was an odd thing to have done, so obviously touching herself, and doing it as honestly as she just had. That hadn’t just been pretending, doing it to show off, it was actual touching, masturbating exactly as Ellie would if she was alone, feeling everything she would normally feel, and she’d done it while Mia was there, watching her, and she thought Mia knew. It was too personal, Ellie thought, even for during sex. That made no sense but it was. It was too personal. Too real, putting too much of herself on display. She was embarrassed. She was almost horribly embarrassed and ashamed.

And then Mia smiled.

Mia smiled, and seemed pleased, and Ellie felt a little better.

“Sorry,” Ellie said, still a little embarrassed.

“Don’t be.”

Ellie sat there for a moment. “You want me to?” she said at last.

Mia nodded.

“Really?” Ellie said, unsure.

“God yes. It’s hot.”

Ellie smiled, pleased. “I should keep doing it?” she said, still unsure.

“Please,” Mia whispered, and seemed to desperate Ellie had to.

So Ellie did. She was nervous, but she did.

She rubbed Mia, slithering with her fingers, pressing with her thumb, and she rubbed herself too. It was a little awkward. Ellie was slightly clumsy with her left hand, not as used to doing it with that one. That was the hand on Mia, so after a moment Ellie swapped around, wanting to be fair, and also wanting Mia to have her more skilful fingers. She leaned back a little too, so Mia could see properly. She couldn’t move far, not and still reach Mia, but she could lift herself up off Mia’s leg a little, to be more in Mia’s sight. It meant she was only touching herself now, not being touched by Mia, but Ellie didn’t really care.

She rubbed herself, and rubbed Mia, making little circles with her fingers, both in the same rhythm. She had to do it that way, or get confused and lose her time.

Mia watched, and stroked Ellie’s arm, and Ellie watched her back, and leaned forward to kiss occasionally.

Mia was watching Ellie masturbate, and Ellie couldn’t quite believe she was. Ellie couldn’t believe she was doing this, but Mia seemed enthralled. Ellie was surprised Mia was so interested, but also not. It wasn’t something Ellie had especially wanted to do before, to watch or be watched, but she understood why someone would. She would have watched Mia quite happily, if Mia had done this for her, so if Mia liked watching, Ellie thought, if Mia found it intimate or sexy or whatever else, then Ellie was happy to do it.

Ellie was mostly happy to do anything Mia wanted her to, and be turned on herself by Mia’s desire. She was turned on by Mia’s stare. Enough that she was going to have to be careful how she touched herself. Even more careful than she had been already. Otherwise, she’d forget her promise and finish before Mia left.

Or before Mia did at all.

Ellie rubbed them both, and was secretly excited to be doing it, and pleased to be turning Mia on, and wondering, too, if Mia had forgotten she was supposed to be leaving.

Mia seemed to have. She seemed to care about nothing except what Ellie was doing.

It was still early, Ellie thought, still mostly dark outside.

They had plenty of time.