Housemates

Chapter 38

Ellie realized, quite suddenly, that one of her feet was starting to go numb. She was sitting with one leg underneath herself, on that foot, and she had been since they started kissing.

Her foot was numb, and if she didn’t move soon, she’d have pins and needles.

“Stay there,” she said, into Mia’s mouth, and shifted her foot out from underneath herself. By being slow, she managed to do it without stopping the kiss. Being slow, and with Mia moving too, helping, shifting back as Ellie went forward.

“Thanks,” Ellie said, when she was done, and Mia made a noise that was some kind of agreement.

They kept kissing.

Mia had shifted around too, while Ellie was. Ellie took a moment to realize. Mia had lifted one of her knees up between them, so now, as they kissed, Mia’s knee was bumping against Ellie’s arm.

Mia’s bare knee, Ellie thought when she noticed. And Mia’s bare leg.

Mia’s bare leg, which Mia did things with. Wonderful things. And they were here, in Mia’s bedroom, where Mia had all the time she needed to do any of those things she liked.

Thing which Ellie really wanted Mia to do.

Suddenly, Ellie couldn’t stop thinking about Mia’s leg. She was kissing, but not paying attention to her mouth. She was suddenly having trouble being patient. She wanted to touch Mia more.

She quite desperately wanted to touch, and she didn’t care how slow Mia wanted this to be.

She put her hand on Mia’s knee, hesitantly. Mia didn’t object. Ellie curled her fingers around Mia’s knee, and felt how smooth Mia’s skin was there.

Mia’s skirt had slid a way little upward, because of the way she was sitting. Quite a bit more of that leg was bare then they other. Ellie could see that, out the corner of her eye, and she could feel it on her hand.

She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t keep her hand away from that bare skin.

She slid her hand upwards, achingly slowly, touching Mia like she had in the ute, behind the supermarket.

She felt Mia shiver, and Mia’s kisses changed. They became more desperate, Mia’s mouth more open.

That encouraged Ellie enough she kept going.

She slid further, far enough her hand was underneath the hem of Mia’s skirt. She could feel the cloth brushing on her hand, and then on her wrist. She kept sliding, until her fingers were a long, long way up Mia’s leg, and began to stroke Mia there.

Mia’s skin was soft and warm. It was surprisingly warm, right at the top of her leg. Ellie hadn’t expected that.

Ellie realized she must almost be touching Mia’s underwear, and she suddenly stopped. She wasn’t nervous, precisely, she was just suddenly unsure. Stroking she could do. Stroking she understood. What she didn’t know was what she ought to do when she got to the top of Mia’s leg. They seemed to be being slow, and she didn’t want to hurry to much. But she also wanted to touch Mia, to feel Mia, to put her fingers inside Mia, like Mia had done to her. She was worried she’d be too quick, and too rough, or wouldn’t do it right.

She almost felt like she needed to be shown how. She ought to be able to work that out, she knew, from what she did to herself. Like Mia had told her at the market, it couldn’t be that much different.

She knew that, but she still hesitated, unsure of herself.

Mia seemed to realize, to notice Ellie had stopped moving. Mia opened her eyes, and looked at Ellie, and said, “Still okay?”