Housemates

Chapter 38

Ellie nodded. She kept sitting there, with her hand inside Mia’s skirt, but still now.

“Not quite okay?” Mia said.

Part of Ellie didn’t want to admit it, but part of her thought it was silly not to say so. She wanted to be brave, she thought, and surely the most important thing about bring brave was doing it even if you were nervous.

“I don’t know what to do next,” Ellie said.

“Anything you like.”

“That doesn’t help,” Ellie said. “I don’t know what to do to make it good for you.”

“This is good for me,” Mia said.

“Still doesn’t help.”

Mia grinned for a moment. “Want me to?” she said,

Ellie looked at her, and knew she was being silly, but she nodded anyway.

“Okay,” Mia said. “I will.”

Mia kissed Ellie again, and began unbuttoning Ellie’s shirt. Quite suddenly, quite determinedly, like she’d been waiting too long as well. Ellie’s shirt buttons were tight, and Mia had to twist quite hard to get them to open, and Ellie was glad, in a way, that it wasn’t just her.

Ellie slid her hand back down to Mia’s knee, and left it there while Mia undid her shirt.

Mia finished, and kissed Ellie again. She kissed her for a moment, like she was savouring something, or enjoying something, and then she opened Ellie’s shirt. She opened it carefully, and draped it outside of Ellie’s breasts, so the middle of Ellie was bare, all down her front.

Ellie felt nervous. She watched Mia, and couldn’t bring herself to move.

She wasn’t sure why she was nervous. It wasn’t as if she was going to be a disappointment, because Mia had seen her enough in tight clothes that this wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t that Mia would be upset with what she saw, Ellie decided, it was somehow the opposite. Ellie wanted to be everything for Mia that Mia wanted her to be, and she wanted it so much she was scared of being a disappointment, even when she knew, sensibly, that she wouldn’t be.

Ellie sat and watched Mia, and Mia seemed to understand. Or at least, to understand that Ellie being quiet wasn’t something to talk about right then, and to just let Ellie sit.

Mia leaned forward and kissed Ellie’s neck, and Ellie, relieved, closed her eyes and sighed. Mia kissed Ellie’s neck, and put her hand on Ellie’s breast, through her bra. Mia’s hand was gentle, and her mouth felt hot, and Ellie didn’t know why that heat was there. Against Ellie’s lips, Mia’s were only warm, but on her skin they were hot. Mia kissed Ellie’s neck, and then her collarbone, and then the very tops of her breasts.

And Ellie felt better.

Ellie felt wanted.

Ellie wanted Mia too. She wanted her so much she couldn’t move, and could hardly think. She just sat there, helpless, watching the top of Mia’s head as Mia kissed her.

Mia kissed for a while, then looked up at Ellie, as if Ellie’s stillness had finally worried her.

“Don’t stop,” Ellie said. “Please.”

Mia grinned. She seemed relieved, and also quite proud of herself. She sat up, and unbuttoned her own shirt, quickly. She kept looking at Ellie, as if waiting to see what Ellie would do.

All Ellie could do was stare.

Ellie still didn’t know why. She still hadn’t quite worked out why she was so interested in Mia’s body, but she was, and now Mia was starting to undress for her, and Ellie couldn’t look away.

Mia undid the front of her shirt, and sat there with it open, like Ellie’s was.

And Ellie simply stared.

Mia was smiling, like she was waiting to see what Ellie would do.

Ellie suddenly realized she was thinking about this wrong. She didn’t know why she wanted to stare. She didn’t know, and didn’t care. She could stare as much as she liked. What she actually didn’t understand, and needed to, wasn’t why she was interested in Mia, it was why she was only staring, when suddenly she could touch as well.

She wanted to touch, a lot.

She reached out, and put her hand on Mia’s bare shoulder. She slid her hand down inside Mia’s shirt, and across Mia’s breasts, above her bra. She slid, and felt Mia’s skin all gently warm and silky on her fingertips, and giving slightly as Ellie pressed.

Ellie liked that feeling a lot.

She wanted to keep touching. She moved Mia’s shirt, slid it off Mia’s shoulder. Mia had a nice shoulder. She had nice arms, too, so Ellie kept sliding the shirt, and touching Mia’s skin, and feeling her.

She had to stop after a moment. Mia’s shirt was getting stretched, was pulled tight and unbalanced because it was halfway down one arm and not the other. Ellie reached over, and put her other hand on Mia’s other arm, and moved that sleeve too. She slid Mia’s shirt down both her arms, and off her back, and eased the cuffs past Mia’s wrists, and did it with slow, slithery touches so her hands were never away from Mia skin all the way down Mia’s arms, until the shirt was completely off.

Then Ellie sat there, wanting to touch Mia more.

Mia’s shirt was completely off. She was sitting there in her skirt and bra.

Ellie looked at Mia, and realized she didn’t care about looking. Looking was nice, but what she wanted, what she needed, was to touch and feel and taste.

Ellie wanted Mia. She knew she wanted Mia.

Everything about this, everything about Mia, the shape and feel and smell of her, was different to anyone Ellie had been with before. Ellie wanted Mia, and she wanted that difference too. She wanted to know what those differences were, and know how each felt. Ellie wanted to undress Mia and taste her all over. She wanted Mia in her hands, and in her mouth, and Mia moaning underneath her.

She’d never wanted anything so strongly, but she didn’t know what to do next.

She didn’t want to mess this up. She really didn’t.

She hesitated, and thought, and tried to make herself be brave.