Ellie knelt on Mia’s bed, feeling Mia behind her and against her, feeling Mia’s hands on her hips and back and ass, stroking gently, fucking Mia, being fucked by Mia, feeling how good this was, and how much she desperately liked it.

She liked everything Mia did with her, but she especially liked this.

She was almost annoyed that after a while she got tired.

She started moving slower, struggling to get it exactly right. She kept going, but wondering how long it was polite to keep trying. Mia seemed to realize. She turned Ellie over and kissed her and slid back on top of her, and Ellie was almost relieved that she hadn’t needed to say.

Then Mia began moving differently, purposefully, apparently quite intentionally in the way she had the first time Ellie came.

Ellie realized what Mia was doing, and suddenly began to worry. She sometimes had trouble with this. She didn’t think she’d come a second time, because she hardly ever did more than once. Everything had to be just right, and Mia wouldn’t know, and Ellie was worried Mia would try and it wouldn’t work, and would think something was wrong.

Ellie decided she ought to warn Mia.

“Hey,” Ellie said. “Um, I don’t often twice.”

Mia opened her eyes and looked at Ellie.

“I can feel what you’re trying to do,” Ellie said. “And I probably won’t. Just to say.”

“We can try,” Mia said, sounding like she didn’t especially care.

“But I really might not,” Ellie said. “I don’t want you to, you know, waste your time.”

“Okay. I won’t waste my time.”

Ellie thought about that. She was having trouble thinking properly, because of what she was feeling. It took her a little while to realize Mia wasn’t being completely serious.

“You’re teasing me,” Ellie said.

Mia grinned. “I know.”

“I mean it. I quite often don’t again.”

“I mean it too,” Mia said. “We can try.”

Ellie thought about that.

“Except how,” Mia said. “What I really mean by try is will, and what I really mean by will is of course you’re going to, silly.”

Ellie looked up at Mia for a while and decided Mia had an air of smugness about her.

“That really doesn’t help,” Ellie said, eventually. “It’s sort of pressure.”

“Yeah,” Mia said. “I imagine. Probably it wouldn’t.”

Ellie wondered what to say.

“You know what would probably help?” Mia said. “Going down on you.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m just saying…”

Ellie glared at her, then reached up, and pulled Mia’s mouth back down against her neck. “You know what else’ll help,” she said. “That.”

Mia laughed against Ellie’s skin and started kissing her again. She didn’t seem to mind Ellie being demanding. She moved, and Ellie felt her, hard and warm and slippery soft, and tried to move too. She tried to concentrate on what she was feeling, but she couldn’t any more. Not now. Not once she’d started thinking about orgasms and worrying about not being able to come again.

They had sex, and Ellie didn’t come.

It just didn’t happen. She wasn’t anywhere near.

Mia felt good, and it was fun, but Ellie wasn’t close at all. She started to feel bad, that Mia was wasting her time. She almost started to get embarrassed.

Almost to get frustrated and annoyed.

Ellie was thinking too much, distracting herself. She started thinking about Mia. About how easy it had been for Mia, and how Mia seemed to be able to as often as she wanted, and how much Ellie envied that. And also that perhaps, because of it being easy, Mia didn’t understand how difficult it could be for other people. Perhaps Mia was odd, Ellie thought, and being unrealistic, or perhaps it was Ellie who was odd. Ellie didn’t know. She had no idea how other women were, because she’d never asked anyone in any detail. She had no idea how long anyone else took, or how much trouble it was, and whether the second time was tricker.

She was only just realizing how ignorant she was.

Perhaps Mia was right, Ellie thought, and perhaps it should be easy. Perhaps she had something wrong with her. But even if there was something wrong, she decided, thinking about it so much wasn’t going to make anything any easier.

She wanted to stop thinking, but she didn’t seem to be able to make herself.

Not about anything.

“I really don’t think I’m going to,” she whispered in the end.

“Okay,” Mia said, against her neck. “Going to what?”

“I really don’t think I will,” Ellie said, then, in case Mia really didn’t understand. “I don’t think I’ll come.”

“Are you still on about that?”

Ellie wasn’t sure what to say. She shifted her head, and looked at Mia, and tried to decide if Mia was teasing again.

“You’re teasing now, aren’t you?” she said, unsure.

“Teasing about what?”

“Forgetting what I just told you?”

Mia started to grin again. “Um, yeah,” she said. “I was trying to make it not a big deal.”

“It’s kind of a big deal.”

“It kind of isn’t. I’m enjoying fucking you. Let’s just do that.”

“I…” Ellie said, then stopped, and thought, and decided maybe Mia was right.

“I’m right,” Mia said, as if she knew what Ellie was thinking, and Ellie found that surprisingly disconcerting.

Disconcerting enough to be irritating.

“Oh shut up,” Ellie said, because she was, but Mia just kissed her face.

“It’s okay,” Mia whispered. “Don’t worry. Let’s just fuck as long as you want to, and then we’ll stop.”

Ellie hesitated, and looked at Mia for a moment, wondering if it was really that easy.

Maybe it was. Maybe she should.

“All right,” she said.

“And stop worrying,” Mia said. “You’ll just put yourself off.”

Ellie nodded.

“I mean it,” Mia said. “Stop. Just enjoy this.”

“Okay,” Ellie said.

“Promise?” Mia said. “No worrying? Or do I need to do something really kinky?”

Ellie wondered what really kinky meant to Mia. “Like what?” she said.

“Who knows?” Mia said. “Want to risk it?” She said it all sensual and tempting, but Ellie thought she was teasing.

“I’m not sure,” Ellie said. “Um, no?”

Mia started to grin.

“Maybe just this?” Ellie said.

“If you’re sure.”

“I really think I am,” Ellie said. Then, still wondering, “So what would it have been, if I had wanted to…”

“Say yes and find out…”

Ellie started to grin too. “Nope. Just no way.”

“Then you’ll never know.”

“That’s fine,” Ellie said. “I can cope.”

“And also,” Mia said, and kissed Ellie’s neck. Kissed slowly, and softly, and so Ellie tingled and shivered. “All the worrying? Just stop.”

“I’m not worrying.”

“Liar,” Mia said, and Ellie smiled again.

Ellie decided that Mia teasing was actually helping her relax. Anything Mia did that made her smile seemed to take her worries away, and she didn’t quite know why.

She smiled. She felt less worried.

Mia was still looking down at her, as if she was making sure of something.

“Just don’t,” Mia said. “The worry, just don’t. You’re going to get off, however long it takes.”

Ellie thought about that, and wondered what to say. She wanted to be clever. She wanted to say something clever, like Mia did all the time.

“Not if you keep talking I’m not,” she said, and Mia grinned some more.

“I won’t,” Ellie said, suddenly involved again, suddenly bored with talking. She pulled Mia down against herself, and whispered, “But who cares. Keep going.”

Mia started moving again, and stopped talking too. She kissed, and pressed, and slipped her fingers inside Ellie. She licked Ellie’s neck, and that seemed intensely sexy to Ellie, intensely intimate. Ellie liked how it felt, she was astonished how it felt, but she also liked what it meant. That Mia was so into her, so wanting and desperate for the taste of her, that she couldn’t help but slide her tongue around on Ellie’s skin.

“I’m close,” Ellie said suddenly, a little surprised.

“I know,” Mia said.

“You’re talking. Stop talking.”

“Annoying, isn’t it?”

“Fuck,” Ellie said. “Yes. Shut up.”

Mia laughed, and did.

Ellie wanted to shut Mia up, and she wanted Mia to keep going, being sexy and teasing and wonderful, and never stop doing anything.

Mia moved, and pressed, and kissed Ellie’s mouth, as if knowing exactly when Ellie needed her to. She kissed Ellie, and looked down at Ellie, her face all intent and grave.

Suddenly Ellie started to come.

She was so startled she almost forgot to and stopped again. She hadn’t actually expected a second one, even right as it started.

It wasn’t as intense as the first, but it never was for her. It was good, and nice, like a gentle hot ripple through all of her insides. It made her curl her toes and squeeze her fingers onto Mia’s arms, and it made her feel all warm and good and special.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t as intense, Ellie was thrilled she’d managed to at all. And it also didn’t matter because Mia had tried so hard to get her there, and that mattered a lot. It touched Ellie. It made her feel good.

“Thank you,” Ellie said, looking up at Mia, still gasping, trying to say it before she completely finished. “Thank you for keep going for so long.”

Mia kissed her, still moving a little. Kissing and touching and bringing Ellie down from it, carefully slowly. “Don’t worry,” Mia said gently, smiling. “It was fun.”

“I took ages.”

“No trouble at all.”

“It was, though,” Ellie said. “It was quite a lot of trouble.”

“And it was fun. So not really trouble at all.”

Ellie nodded, but she wanted Mia to understand. “Even so,” she said.

Mia looked at Ellie for a moment, and then said, “You’re impossible,” and Ellie didn’t answer because she knew it was true.

Ellie lay underneath Mia, looking up at her, wondering what to say. She felt close, and warm, and fond. She wanted to say that, but she didn’t know how. Not to Mia, not when they were only friends who’d just had a quickie for fun.

She tried to work out a way.

“I like you,” she said, in the end. “I like you heaps.”

Mia thought for a moment, and looked at Ellie, and seemed to understand. She grinned, and kissed Ellie’s nose. “Me too,” she said, “Same completely.”

Ellie smiled.

“But now I need to pee,” Mia said.

Ellie was a little surprised. That seemed quite sudden.

Mia got off the bed and went over to the door, naked. She opened it, and listened. Checking if anyone was around, Ellie supposed. Ellie was quite impressed by that. She wouldn’t have herself, even at home.

“So,” Mia said, without turning around. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“I know,” Ellie said.

“So do I need to tell you whether you want to as well?” Mia said. “Or can you work it out on your own?”

Ellie looked at her, and took a moment to realize what she meant. And then a moment more to consider being offended.

“So do you?” Mia said, looking over.

“You’re awful,” Ellie said. “Stop it.”

“Sorry,” Mia said, like she wasn’t sorry at all. She grinned, and stepped out the door, and pulled it closed behind her.

Ellie lay on her bed, and looked at the door, and had never felt quite so teased and wanted and satisfied in her life as she did right then.