Housemates

Chapter 5

Mia pushed on Ellie’s back a little, and Ellie did what she seemed to want and leaned forward.

Something changed.

Ellie didn’t know how Mia had known, but leaning changed everything. It tipped Ellie’s hips, so different parts of her, a little further forward, were squashed against Mia. Squashed against Mia, and almost around Mia, and sliding and slippery and hot every time the car jostled and swayed.

Mia must know. She must be able to feel Ellie, even through their clothes. The heat of Ellie’s body in one spot on her leg. She must be able to feel Ellie’s breathing getting all shallow and fast, and must have noticed the way Ellie wasn’t talking, wasn’t joining in the laugher in the car.

She must be able to smell Ellie’s skin, and smell that she was turned on. If Ellie could smell her, then she must be able to smell Ellie, since she’d been so quick to spot it the first evening.

“Are you okay there?” Mark asked Ellie from the front.

“Yeah,” Ellie said, a little breathless. “Just trying not to squash Mia.

“You’re fine,” Mia said. “I’m fine.”

Ellie nodded, and didn’t look at her.

Mia moved again.

She put her hand down Ellie’s leg on the door side, hidden down the side of the seat, behind them.

She pressed her fingers to Ellie’s bare skin, stroking and caressing, the first time they’d touched skin on skin in days. She stroked Ellie’s skin, while her leg ground up against Ellie, pushing upward, pushing onto Ellie, Ellie bounced and swayed and slid around on her lap.

Mia was lifting her leg higher now. Pushing upward, so only her toes, not her whole foot, was on the floor. Pushing up, into Ellie. Ellie knew exactly what was doing, because she’d glanced down and seen Mia’s foot lifted.

Ellie wasn’t worry about her own weight now. She was just sitting on Mia, letting Mia lifted her up, caring only about being swayed around on Mia’s lap.

Ellie was close. She was madly close, for grinding sex in a crowded car. She needed to move just a little more, to lean a little further over, and get Mia’s leg into exactly the right place, and she’d be there.

She was sure she’d be there, with just a little more pressure, a slightly better angle, she would.

That was a terrifying thought. She didn’t know she wanted to. She didn’t know this was even right.

She couldn’t come in a car full of her housemates friends. She just couldn’t.

Except that she wanted to.

She wanted it desperately. It was an orgasm, and she was close, and of course she wasn’t going to stop.

Of course she was going to make it happen.

She wasn’t thinking any more, not sensibly.

All she could do was try and cover it up, and not make it obvious.

Luckily she knew she could get off quietly. Really quietly, without making a sound except her breathing. Years in share-houses had made sure of that.

She could, she just needed to work out how. So no-one realized.

“My shoe’s coming off,” she said, after a moment, and bent down as far as she could. Leaned one arm on the head-rest in front of her, and turned away from the car as best she could, bent towards the door to hide her face, and reached down to the floor, near her feet and Mia’s, and that was it.

That was as far as she needed to move.

She closed her eyes, hoping it was enough. That it was enough of a pretence that no-one noticed, not really caring if they did any more.

She worried about the smell, because she wet, moving, she thought the smell of her must be obvious. No-one seemed to have noticed, though. Maybe because her knees were still together, so she wasn’t spread, and maybe because everyone was tipsy, and the car already smelled of old takeaways, and there was a front window open because of the heat.

Maybe it wasn’t obvious.

Mia was still looking out the window, silent. Perfectly aware, pretending there was nothing going on.

Still pushing her leg upwards, grinding it into Ellie.

Ellie couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t have stopped now, even if someone had challenged her directly.

She came. She leaned forward onto the head-rest, and closed her eyes, and bit her lip as hard as she could without breaking the skin so she didn’t make a sound, and came. A long, slow, hot rush of an orgasm. She did it without giving anything away, she thought. Without gasping or moaning, with sitting upright, no sign at all.

Just her expression, which no-one could see with her face buried in her arm.

Just her body wet against Mia, her breathing stilled, one hand, twisted into her dress, clenched so tightly her fingers went numb.

No sign but that.

Mia stroked Ellie’s back, and suddenly started talking loudly, starting a fight, just as Ellie came, teasing Caz so everyone was yelling, and distracted, and making enough noise no-one could hear a sound, and especially not any soft sigh from Ellie.

Ellie stayed where she was, stunned, unable to believe she’d just done that.

After a moment, deciding she’d better hurry, she sat back up.

“Got it,” Ellie said, and looked out the window, but no-one seemed to care.

They were still arguing about whatever Caz had or hadn’t done.

They kept arguing the rest of the way there, while Ellie caught her breathe, and calmed herself down, and hoped against hope that she didn’t actually smell, not enough that standing up would make her obvious, at least by the time they got out the car.

It didn’t seem so. A little later, when they arrived at the party, Mia just pushed Ellie out, and grinned at her, and then turned around, and started to help Caz out.

She didn’t say a thing, and Ellie didn’t either. Just waited, while everyone got out the car, like nothing had happened at all.

It was a secret, apparently, between them, and Ellie was happy with that.

Happy, and right now glad that Mia still didn’t seem to want anything more.