Housemates

Chapter 90

Ellie fingered herself and Mia, both at the same time.

She touched herself the same way she was touching Mia, teasing herself close, teasing them both close, touching them both the same way, at the same time, giving Mia the same pleasure she had herself. She could feel Mia wet and warm against the tips of her fingers, at the same time as she felt herself. She was wet, as wet and hot as Mia seemed, and there was one of them on each of her hands. She had never masturbated properly in front of someone else, and it was desperately erotic to do it now. It was erotic because it was Mia, and Mia wanted her to. Mia was watching her, staring intensely, turned on by what Ellie was doing.

It was sexy.  It was desperately sexy, but all the same, doing them both, at the same time, was trickier than Ellie had expected.

She got mixed up. She needed to pay attention or she lost track of her hands, and what each was doing, and where each needed to be. She forget which hand was which, especially as her own pleasure increased, because both were moving slightly differently, and back to front for each other. She was doing her best, but she kept getting distracted. It was distracting touching herself. Just doing that was distracting. The little shivers of pleasure she was causing, inside herself, were terribly distracting too. Sometimes she got too distracted, and her fingers stopped moving on Mia. Sometimes she got mixed up and lost track of what she was doing to who, and had to stop and think before she started again.

Ellie made herself concentrate on Mia. This was meant to be for Mia.

Ellie watched her hands, and watched her fingers between Mia’s legs, inside Mia’s pyjama shorts. She could see just enough through the cloth of the shorts to make out her own fingers, and almost see the shape of Mia, too.

She wanted to see more.

The shorts were loose-fitting enough they would pull completely to one side. Ellie knew that, because she’d done it when she was wearing them herself. If she wanted to, she could pull the cloth to the side, and leave Mia bare.

Suddenly she wanted to do that.

She wanted to a lot. She needed Mia bare.

She tried without stopping rubbing. She wriggled her hand and poked with her thumb, trying to manage one-handed. It didn’t work. The cloth wouldn’t shift. She gave up and used both hands, pulling the cloth away from Mia, leaving Mia bare, right there in front of her.

Mia was bare, and Ellie looked.

Mia was beautiful. Mia’s lips and pussy were beautiful. Ellie didn’t know why exactly, or how to judge, but Mia was. She stared, and stroked, and wanted Mia more than she could stand. Mia’s knees were apart, and her lips were spread and lifting up slightly towards Ellie, as if desperate for Ellie’s touch. It was probably just what happened when someone lay like that, but Ellie adored it anyway.

It made her feel terribly wanted.

Ellie stroked, and watched, and wanted to bend and press her mouth against Mia’s pussy. She wanted to taste Mia, to open her mouth over Mia’s lips, to lick Mia and slide her tongue inside her. She ached for wanting it. She ached so much she almost did.

She made herself stop.

She wasn’t going to do that, not just yet.

They’d both agreed. They’d agreed, so Ellie wasn’t, but it was difficult to make herself stop. So difficult it almost made her hurt inside.

Instead, to distract herself, she slid two fingers into Mia. Deep inside Mia, so Mia sighed, and Ellie’s fingers were completely enclosed in Mia’s slippery heat. Deep, so when Ellie slid her fingers out again, they were shiny with a thick wetness.