Housemates

Chapter 24

Ellie and Mia kissed. It was warm in the ute, and Mia’s hand was on Ellie’s arm, and suddenly they didn’t have to keep stopping so Mia could go inside.

They could sit here kissing all day.

Ellie thought that was quite wonderful.

She opened her mouth, and felt Mia’s lips on hers, felt Mia’s tongue slowly teasing, and just sat there enjoying it.

She felt close to Mia. She liked Mia. She wanted to be here, doing this, with Mia.

“I like kissing you,” Ellie said, after a moment.

“Good.”

“You’re really good.”

“So’re you.”

That surprised Ellie. Enough she thought about it while they kissed. She’d been assuming Mia was more putting up with her clumsiness and ineptitude just because. Because Mia wanted to seduce straight girls, or something. But that didn’t really make sense. Mia presumably knew other people, other women who were into women. And yet she kept chasing around after Ellie.

Ellie suddenly wondered why. Whether it really was just that Ellie was conveniently disinterested in commitment. Or if it was something more.

She hadn’t though about that before. She’d almost just assumed Mia couldn’t help herself, but that didn’t really make any sense.

She started to think. About being good at kissing, and what Mia wanted, and what else Ellie might be good at.

That was a surprising thought as well.

They kept kissing. Ellie liked kissing, and liked Mia, and liked how they were together. Teasing and fun and sexy, too. She was starting to get used to how Mia made her feel, confused and aching with wanting in equal parts.

She was staring to relax. She was staring to get used to all of this, and not to worry as much about what it all meant, and just to enjoy it.

She was staring to feel brave. Almost brave enough to touch Mia again.

She wanted to be brave, so she did.

She touched Mia.

She put her hand on Mia’s arm, and stroked, gently.

After a moment she moved her hand. She put it on Mia’s breast. Because that seemed like something she ought to do. She put her hand on Mia’s breast, and felt Mia, through her clothes.

Mia felt like a bra.

She felt like a tee-shirt bra so thick Ellie couldn’t feel very much of Mia through it, and so thick Mia probably couldn’t feel Ellie’s hand, either.

It felt, Ellie thought, like grabbing herself, if she’d happened to do that.

Not that it actually mattered.

The actual touching wasn’t nearly as important as knowing that she could.

She wasn’t touching Mia to feel Mia with her hand, not really. What she was feeling with her hand hardly mattered at all. What mattered was the idea she could touch Mia, touch her there, touch Mia’s breast. The knowing she was, that was intriguing and sexy.

That turned her on.

It confused her too. Touching Mia’s breast and not feeling anything of Mia’s breast turned her on, and that didn’t make sense.

After a moment, Ellie squeezed gently, just because it seemed like the thing to do. She squeezed, and kissed, and Mia sighed.

Sighed like Ellie sighed when Mia touched her. Like Ellie did when Mia did things with her legs.