Housemates

Chapter 5

Actually getting into the car was a little awkward. It was full of people, and there wasn’t much room in the back seat, and Ellie was in a dress. A loose and flowing dress that had lots of chances to snag on things. She had to grab bits of it and bits of herself to keep herself covered.

Mia was looking. Mia was looking really obviously, even though everyone else was talking, or being polite enough to look the other way.

Mia was looking, and Ellie didn’t really care.

She got in, and sat sideways across Mia’s legs, and held onto the seat in front of her.

“Okay?” Mark said, and when Ellie nodded, he drove away.

Ellie didn’t have a seatbelt on, and she was half-balancing, trying to take some of her weight with the foot that was on the floor.

Trying to, so she wasn’t all on Mia, because for some reason she cared about Mia knowing how much she weighed.

Which was silly, really.

She did it anyway.

Sitting like that, trying not to squash Mia’s legs, Ellie was sitting quite unsteadily. Once they were moving, she started shifting around on Mia’s lap. Sliding as the car turned, bouncing a bit when they hit bumps.

Mark was avoiding the freeway, Ellie thought, probably because of the police. He was going along back roads, so there were more bends, and more starts and stops.

Ellie was sitting on Mia’s legs, twisted sideways, so her knees fit behind the seat in front of her. She was pressing down against the top of one of Mia’s thighs. She was pressing down, with her pussy right against Mia.

Ellie wasn’t sure how that had happened, and she wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop.

Every time they turned a corner, or hit a bump in the road, she was bounced and slid and wriggled around ever so slightly, and every time she was, she felt a little shiver of pleasure from Mia’s leg.

More than a shiver. She was getting turned on.

She’d been hanging around Mia all day, thinking about her and the evening earlier in the week, and that had to be part of it. But it also just felt good. The slither of the cloth of her dress against her legs, and the warmth and pressure there of Mia’s leg. She felt herself getting all oily and wet.

For anyone else, Ellie would have moved, embarrassed. She would have shifted slightly, and sat so she was against Mia differently.

She didn’t.

She stayed where she was. She kept sliding on the corners, and pressing onto Mia.

And Mia kept letting her slide, and not doing anything to stop her.

Mia must know. She must be able to feel it. If nothing else she must be able to feel the heat of Ellie’s body against her leg, and know exactly what part of Ellie was pressing onto her.

Behind Ellie, Mia was looking out the window. She had one hand up, holding onto the hand-rest above the door. After a while, she put her other arm around Ellie’s waist, gently, like she was steadying her.

Steadying her, but pulling Ellie backwards slightly too. While still not holding on so tightly that she actually did anything to stop Ellie sliding around.

As if Mia wanted her to slide like that. As if Mia had some idea what was happening.

Ellie thought she was blushing, embarrassed by what she was doing. She kept doing it anyway.

No-one seemed to have noticed in the dark car.

No-one except Mia.

Mia moved her arm, put her hand on the small of Ellie’s back, and let the movement of the car stroke Ellie gently. A teasing, flirting stroking, in a full car, with people all around. Ellie could smell Mia’s skin, or maybe her hair. She liked the smell, a kind of fruity perfume smell, and also just her.