Housemates

Chapter 98

Ellie was kneeling between Mia’s legs, breathing in Mia’s smell, licking Mia’s skin.

Licking Mia all over.

Licking around Mia’s hips and tummy and around the top of Mia’s legs, licking everywhere she could, except for Mia’s pussy, licking until Mia was gasping and lifting herself up the bed and squeezing her hands into fists, forcing herself not to move, not to touch Ellie.

Licking until Mia was desperate, until it was obvious how much she wanted Ellie.

Mia wanted Ellie, and Ellie was proud Mia did. She was proud to be that much of a temptation. She was excited to be doing this.

Ellie knelt, breathing gently on Mia, watching Mia carefully. Deciding what to do. Ellie knew she should start, and planned to very soon.

But first she looked.

Ellie knew Mia by touch. She had touched Mia’s pussy a lot. She knew how Mia felt there and knew the shape of Mia on her hand, but she had only a vague idea what Mia actually looked like.

Now that Ellie could, she looked.

Mia was lips and folds and a little wetness on the outside of her. Mia was lying beneath Ellie, entirely visible and completely wonderful, and Ellie looked, just to see. She’d never seen someone before, from quite this angle, not even herself when she’d awkwardly looked in a mirror. It was nice to look.

It was sexy, somehow, even though it was odd to be staring.

It seemed like it ought to be odd, but it wasn’t really, Ellie decided. It was a good thing, she thought. A sexy thing, to see Mia this way.

Ellie stared, aroused and curious.

She was thinking as she did, working out where to touch with her mouth, and trying to decide what to do. It seemed like she ought to have a technique, she thought. She ought to have some kind of clever plan. She ought to know exactly what had been done to her, every time it had been done, and from that to work out what to do to Mia and therefore be completely wonderful.

Ellie wanted to be wonderful, so badly she was almost worried.

So badly she almost couldn’t decide how to start.

She knelt, and looked at Mia, and wondered what to do. She wanted to be good for Mia, and she was terrified she wouldn’t be. She didn’t think good was possible, not now she was about to start. She’d never done this before, she didn’t know what to do, and she couldn’t expect to be perfect the first time she did. No-one was good the first time they did anything.

It would be boring at best, and awful at worst, and Mia wouldn’t like her any more.

Ellie was close to panic.

She thought, desperately, trying to decide what to do.

She’d been wrong earlier, she decided. She’d thought she ought to be able to work it out, based on what had been done to her, but the more she thought about that, the more that just seemed silly. Mia wouldn’t necessarily like what Ellie liked, so Ellie thinking about herself was really no help at all. It didn’t tell her anything, and it put her under pressure too.

Ellie didn’t like what she was thinking. She didn’t like how she was thinking. It was scaring her, that she might actually change her mind now.

She told herself to stop. To not think herself out of doing something she desperately wanted to do.

She’d just have to start, she decided. To start, and be brave, and work it out as she went. Because probably everyone had to do that, Ellie thought. Probably that was how sex always was, no matter who you were with. You didn’t know. You worked it out.