Housemates

Chapter 39

Ellie looked at Mia’s bra, and hesitated, wondering how hard it was to take someone else’s off. She’d never tried before, and she was suddenly remembering jokes about people making a mess of it, and remembering other people fumbling around with her own.

She hesitated, then decided she was being silly. Mia wouldn’t care how badly Ellie undressed her, she’d only care that Ellie was.

Ellie slid forward a little, and kissed Mia again, and then reached around Mia’s side and felt along her bra strap. She hesitated, then found the clasp, and undid it.

Just like that.

Ellie was so surprised how easy it was that for a moment she forgot to kiss.

Mia felt her stop and stopped too, and seemed to know why. She started to grin. Ellie knew Mia was grinning because she felt the shape of Mia’s mouth change against her own.

Ellie opened her eyes, and saw she was right. Mia was watching her, smiling.

“What?” Ellie said.

Mia shook her head.

“You’re sure you want to make a thing of this?” Ellie said. “Right now?”

“I’m not,” Mia said. “I promise.”

“Good,” Ellie said, and kissed Mia again.

She suddenly wanted Mia quite badly. She kissed, and pulled on straps while she did, and tried to get Mia’s clothes off. She managed to tug Mia’s bra past her shoulder and down one arm, then got tangled, like she had with Mia’s shirt. Ellie didn’t care. She wasn’t bothering with deft now, she’d pretty much proved whatever she needed to prove to herself already. She just wanted to touch Mia all bare and silky. She kept pulling, making things worse.

“Wait,” Mia said, and pushed Ellie back enough she could get the straps off her arms.

She did and then looked at Ellie and hesitated. She folded her bra neatly, and put it beside herself. Folded it neatly, as if she was nervous, and didn’t look up at Ellie while she did.

Ellie took a moment to realize something might be wrong. She’d been busy looking at Mia’s breasts, and being surprised how much she wanted to look at Mia’s breasts, and being even more surprised how turned on they were getting her.

They were just breasts, like her own, like she saw every day in the shower. They were just breasts, but they were more than that too, and the difference was still taking a little getting used to.

It didn’t matter what they looked like, Ellie was starting to realize. It wasn’t that at all. What mattered was they were Mia’s, and were there. They were moving as Mia breathed, and Mia’s nipples were hard with wanting Ellie, and Ellie had never seen anything so sexy or anything she so desperately wanted to touch, just for knowing that.

She was watching, thinking, fascinated enough it took her a moment to realize that Mia was still tense, almost nervous, and didn’t seem comfortable at all.

Ellie didn’t understand why. She looked up, to Mia’s face, and said, “Are you okay?”

Mia nodded, but she didn’t look like she was.

Ellie thought for a moment, and suddenly understood.

Mia was nervous too.

It was an odd thought for Ellie, one that took a moment to adjust to, but it made sense once she understood. Of course Mia was nervous. She wanted this as much as Ellie, and had undressed first, and Ellie was still acting strangely, like she had been all along. Ellie was acting as if she was about to change her mind, and might run off at any moment and just leave Mia there. And Mia was sitting there, her breasts bare, being stared at. Being stared at by someone who might suddenly reject her and disappear.

Suddenly Ellie felt awful.

She felt awful for not being absolutely clear how sure she was about this. About what was happening, and that she wanted it, and how sure she was that she was going to. She felt awful for letting Mia think that Mia was anything but desperately, achingly wanted.

“I want you,” Ellie said. It was the simplest, clearest way to say it.

Mia looked up, and looked at Ellie.

Mia was brave, Ellie thought, to always be the first in this. The first to suggest things, the first to kiss and touch, and now the first to undress. Mia was unspeakably brave, and Ellie suddenly knew they wouldn’t be here if Mia hadn’t started.

She wanted Mia to know that too.

“I like you lots,” Ellie said, unsure how to say it. “I really fucking like you. I like looking at you too.”

Mia almost looked relieved. She started to grin.

“I like this,” Ellie said. “As well. I want to do this.”

“Good.”

“And I’m glad you did. And wanted me. I’m glad because I wouldn’t have been brave enough to start this, and I completely want this too.”

Mia smiled. She just smiled, and took Ellie’s hand, and twisted their fingers together again. She slowly pulled Ellie over to her. She pulled until Ellie’s face was beside hers, watching Ellie the whole time, thoughtful. Then she kissed Ellie again. Kissed more slowly, as if suddenly it meant more.

Mia put her arms around Ellie, and held her as they kissed, so Mia’s breasts pressed against Ellie’s through Ellie’s shirt. Mia felt somehow different now, to how she had a moment ago. Her breasts pressed against Ellie’s differently, made a different shape against Ellie’s, and Ellie could feel more, as well. She could feel a little hard pressure on the side of one of hers that must be Mia’s nipple, and that surprised her. That Mia’s nipple felt so obvious.

It was something Ellie had never felt before, and she wanted to feel more. She wanted to feel everything that being with Mia would mean.

“I want you,” Ellie said, still a little surprised to be saying that.

“I know,” Mia said.

“I didn’t know I wanted this until I met you,” Ellie whispered.

“I know,” Mia said gently, and kissed her some more.

“I really didn’t,” Ellie said.

“It’s really okay,” Mia said. “Stop worrying.”

Ellie nodded, and her nodding broke the kiss.

She wanted to stop for a moment anyway. She wanted just to look at Mia.

Not Mia naked, not now. She wanted to look at Mia’s face. Mia there, and wanting this too, and trying to help Ellie understand.

Ellie wanted Mia.

Ellie really liked that idea.

She wanted Mia, and she also wanted Mia to know how desperately she did. Ellie didn’t feel to be as worried any more, and she wanted Mia to be able stop worrying as well.

She wanted to explain, to tell Mia it was okay, but she didn’t know what words to use. Instead, she leaned forward, and kissed one of Mia’s nipples, and then put the other in her mouth.

She kissed, and sucked, and held Mia’s other breast with her hand. She stroked Mia’s skin, and stroked her hair, and sucked Mia’s breasts with her mouth.

She did all that without thinking, because it just seemed right. Because Ellie wanted to show Mia how she felt.

Ellie suddenly realized that too. That she didn’t need to be told after all. She didn’t need anyone to show her.

This, kissing Mia, was just such an obvious thing to do, that she didn’t even stop to worry if she was doing it was right.

She didn’t need to be worried at all, she suddenly realized, because this wasn’t complicated at all.

It was just simple and obvious and right.