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.
A slippery, glossy wetness that Ellie wanted to taste.
She wanted it in her mouth, but she didn’t lick, not this time. She had something better to do. Something that was making her breathless just thinking about it.
Carefully, she wiped Mia’s wetness onto herself.
She touched herself, and slid her fingers along herself, all slick and warm with Mia. She slid along herself, and then inside her own body, feeling Mia’s wetness slippery against her own.
Mia’s slipperiness felt sexy. It felt like slippery hot sex. Ellie imagined she could feel the warmth of Mia’s body as she smeared it on herself. That touch of her own hand was sexier then Ellie had imagined possible. Mia’s wetness was inside her. She rubbed, and was masturbating herself with Mia.
Mia was watching Ellie, and seemed enthralled, so Ellie did it again. She smeared, and wiped, and stroked herself slowly, and Mia smiled as she did. This time she licked too, tasting Mia in her mouth, and then she started rubbing slowly, rubbing them both again. Fingering Mia, and masturbating herself, while Mia lay and watched.
It was sexy, doing this. It was more than touching herself, now. It was sharing, somehow, in the way sex was sharing.
Ellie rubbed, and Mia watched, biting her lip softly as she did.
Ellie rubbed, concentrating, still getting mixed up when she paid too much attention to her own pleasure. She kept doing to Mia what she wanted done to herself, doing it by mistake, because she was actually pleasuring herself, not just playing a game for Mia. She was thinking about herself too much. She made herself stop, and be more careful, and do what Mia liked instead. She moved her fingers faster, with more circling, and a lighter touch.
Mia lifted her hips up against Ellie’s hand, and gasped, and sighed, “Oh that.”
Ellie smiled, and rubbed as light and fast as she could.
“Oh fuck, Ellie,” Mia whispered. “Turn around. Please.”
“Why?”
“Turn around. Sit up here.”
“No way. Why?”
“So I can taste you too.”
Ellie was fairly sure she knew what Mia meant, but she pretended otherwise. She took her fingers out of herself and wiped them across Mia’s mouth.
Mia licked, and smiled, but shook her head. “Not that,” she whispered. “You. Come here.”
Ellie shook her head. “Not yet.”
“You said we’re about to.”
“Later on.”
“But if we’re about to, does it matter?”
“It matters.”
“Please?”
“Nope,” Ellie said gently. “Not yet.”
Mia looked disappointed.
“This is just for you,” Ellie said. “Not me. Just you being happy right now.”
Mia’s voice was almost a gasp. “I want you happy too.”
“I want you to too, but not just yet. You’re in a hurry, remember? You have to go.”
“I don’t have to go.”
“You do. You said you did.”
“I could skip work?” Mia whispered.
Ellie laughed, then said, “Nope.”
“Please?” Mia said. “Let me? Just for a second?”
Ellie shook her head. She rubbed. She kissed Mia’s neck. “We need to hurry up,” she said.
“Licking you would hurry me up.”
Ellie kissed again. “No,” she said, determined. “Just no. I didn’t let myself just then, and now you can’t either.”
“You wanted to?” Mia said, after a moment.
Ellie nodded. “A lot. Almost enough I did.”
“Almost.”
“Yep.”
“But you didn’t.”
“Nope. Because of how we’re in a hurry.”
“Oh yeah.”
Mia lay there for a moment, and Ellie licked her neck again. “What should I do to make it quick for you?” Ellie whispered against her skin.
“Tell me things like that,” Mia said.
“But what should I actually do. Like fast, slow, what?”
“This,” Mia said. “Exactly this.”
So Ellie did. She rubbed exactly as she was. She rubbed, and leaned forward, and kissed Mia, and licked the taste of herself from Mia mouth. She kissed Mia’s lips, and kissed her neck, and rubbed as quickly as she could. In a few moments, to Ellie’s surprise, Mia sighed, and came.
Ellie kept rubbing Mia gently, as Mia finished, and was surprised she was almost there too. She took her hand away from herself, and made herself stop, keeping to her promise.
Ellie rubbed Mia, and kissed Mia, and tried to think how to say how much she wanted her.
She couldn’t. She tried, but she couldn’t.
She stayed quiet instead.