Ellie finally felt like she was completely involved, and only thinking about what Mia was doing to her, but she must still have seemed distracted. Or perhaps Mia had noticed she had been, and hadn’t realized she wasn’t any more.

Either way, Mia was watching her, while she moved, looking thoughtful, as if wondering whether Ellie was okay.

“Hey,” Mia said, after a moment. “Are you there?”

Ellie looked up. “I’m here.”

“You’re thinking too much.”

“I know.”

“Way too much.”

“So distract me.”

Mia grinned. “I am.”

“You so are,” Ellie whispered.

Mia began moving differently, slower and more silkily, and Ellie lay there, lost in her, utterly impressed Mia could do this. She put her arms around Mia’s back, and started trying to move too, to press up against Mia. To slide herself the opposite way, as Mia moved, to make what she was feeling more.

Mia noticed, and kissed her, and smiled.

“Does that get in the way?” Ellie said. “If I do too?”

Mia shook her head.

“Good,” Ellie said, and kept moving.

“How about this?” she said after a moment, and put as much of her legs around Mia she could.

“That’s fine,” Mia said. “That’s good.”

Ellie kissed her, and lifted her feet higher, and pressed her toes into the back of Mia’s legs. She wanted to feel all of Mia, to feel herself holding Mia, as much as she could. She felt Mia on her mouth, and on her pussy, and she felt all of Mia’s body against all of hers, all the way down herself, from her chin to her toes.

“Kiss me,” Ellie whispered, and Mia opened her mouth, and did.

For a moment, for a drifting, lingering time, they kissed, and Ellie pressed herself up against Mia. It was good. It was better than she’d ever imagined.

Then Mia moved a little, and suddenly she felt different on Ellie. It took Ellie a moment to realize why. It wasn’t Mia’s leg on her any more, it was Mia’s pussy. She felt a kind of wet heat against herself. She felt a softness and pleasure that spread through her, so that Mia, and Mia touching her, and Mia’s pleasure, somehow all became part of hers own.

Ellie was surprised. She wanted to make sure. She shifted enough to look downwards, between their bodies.

“Oh,” Ellie said, and was completely startled, even though she’d thought that was what was happening.

Mia stopped moving and looked at her.

“Don’t stop,” Ellie said.

“You’re okay?”

“God yes,” Ellie said, and pulled at Mia a little desperately, until Mia moved again. “Don’t stop.”

Mia was still watching her, thinking.

“That’s….” Ellie glanced down between them again. “Fucking incredible.”

“You like it?”

“I completely do.”

Mia grinned and kissed her.

“How’s that even possible?” Ellie said, looking again.

“It’s possible.”

“I never knew it was possible, is what I meant.”

Mia smiled.

Ellie lay there for a moment, concentrating on what she was feeling. Wetness and heat and her someone part of Mia, and Mia part of her.

“That’s so good,” Ellie whispered.

“Don’t be so narrow-minded,” Mia said, and grinned some more.

“How am I narrow minded?”

“Just because you didn’t know, doesn’t mean…”

“Oh yeah.” Ellie thought about that. “I am narrow-minded,” she said. “I don’t meant to be, but I am.”

“You’re not.”

“I really kind of am.”

“I didn’t mean…” Mia said. “I was teasing.”

“I know. But I am.”

“Then it’s okay to be that way,” Mia said, and kissed her. “If you are.”

“No it’s not,” Ellie said, and then, while she was saying these things, she added, “And I think too much. I’m thinking about all of this too much.”

“You really aren’t.”

“Please, just let me tell you this. It seems like…”

Mia stopped moving and looked at her.

“Don’t stop,” Ellie said.

Mia moved again, slowly. So Ellie could talk, and have sex too.

“I think too much,” Ellie said. “That’s all.”

“If you do,” Mia said. “Then that’s okay too.”

“Is it really?”

Mia nodded, and kept moving.

Ellie lay there for a moment, looking up at her, wanting to kiss her but making herself not. Wanting to watch Mia. Wanting to talk all this out. She didn’t know why, not really. Not right now. She’d always been a little talky during sex, she supposed.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Ellie said, because that bothered her.

“You’re doing it now.”

“I don’t know how to do what you’re doing to me.”

“I’m doing it,” Mia said gently. “You don’t need to yet.”

“I should. I’m not doing very much.”

“You’re here.”

Ellie looked at Mia, and then kissed her. “You’re sweet. But I want to know.”

“Know what?”

“How to. Do this.”

“Ellie…” Mia said, then stopped. She looked at Ellie. “Really?”

Ellie nodded.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Mia said. “You do it how we are.”

“Is that…” Ellie said, distracted now, thinking too much. “Is this the only way?”

“How do you mean?”

“Like this. You on me. Or are there other ways?”

Mia looked at her for a moment. “There’s other ways. Do you want to right now, or are you just asking out of, you know, curiosity…?”

“Um,” Ellie said. “Curiosity.”

“I can show you,” Mia said. “I’m happy to show you. I’d love to show you…”

Ellie understood. “But not right now?”

“Only if you want to.”

“Show me later?” Ellie said.

Mia nodded, and seemed solemn. “That might be best.”

Ellie couldn’t tell if Mia was teasing or not. She kissed her again, and made herself stop thinking so much.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “If that’s what you call it.”

“It is,” Mia said, and began to move again.

Ellie concentrated on that.

She felt her pussy against Mia’s. Her lips were pressed around Mia’s, she thought. Her legs were apart, so she was open, and she was squashed gently against Mia. Entangled with Mia.

In a weird way, Mia’s lips were somehow inside her.

That was a strange and frighteningly sexy thought.

Ellie liked this. She liked the wrapping around, and pressing together, and the being able to move herself a little, now she was beginning to work out how.

She moved, and Mia moved, and it was all unspeakably gentle and soft.

She really liked it, Ellie decided. She liked Mia too.

She liked doing this with Mia, and she wanted to do it more.

That was all that really mattered.