I was in Leeds where Rachel, a good friend of mine, arranges informal writing days for academics to get together and spend time on writing papers and books, away from email, knocks on the office door, and general administrative crap. It’s like an island of calm and creativity, respite from the endlessly choppy sea of incessant noise and petty tasks. I was there with Amira to try and make some progress on an article that she and I were working on. By chance she works in Leeds, too, having recently moved there.
I’ve known Amira for a while and have had a crush on her since Day 1. I assumed/hoped she didn’t know. I tried to be subtle or better. She’s a bit shorter than me, with thick, wavy hair, big brown eyes. She’s a real straight talker, doesn’t take any shit, and is great to work with: insightful, funny, and we think well together – always essential if you’re trying to co-publish. Bad chemistry in collaborative writing is a nightmare, and I’d always been wary about setting up our writing partnership after some bad experiences before. This one had been going well.
We met – six of us – in a café not far from the station. Like a lot of places these days, they had artisan coffee served by hipster baristas with rolled up trousers, plaid shirts and long beards. We took a long table – salvaged planks suspended from industrial piping – and set up our office for the day, with laptops, notepads. Aside from regular supplies being delivered by the cosplaying lumberjacks, we were a hive of mostly silent activity, the primary sounds being the tapping of laptop keys and the scratching of pens on paper.
Having made serious inroads into our writing, Rachel, Amira, and I went out for dinner and drinks at the Northern Market, a refurbished factory in the city centre that had been converted into a food hall. Amira and Rachel have actually been friends for over a decade. I was initially supposed to be staying with Rachel but a family member had appeared out of the blue so Amira said she’d put me up on her sofa bed. We finished our food, had another drink, and made sure Rachel was on her bus home. We walked to Amira’s. It was only about a 20-minute walk to her new place, a first-floor apartment in a large, Victorian building.
After we passed through the lobby, I did the gentlemanly thing and didn’t watch Amira’s arse as she walked up the stairs. Well, I tried not to. I did grab a quick look, it was impossible not to.
Her flat was quite spacious, a big living room with a sofa, coffee table and an easy chair, a double bedroom, kitchen-diner, and bathroom. We had a cup of tea each, and chatted past midnight before agreeing to call it a day and unpacking the sofa bed. As we were laying the bed out, though, Amira accidentally knocked a vase of flowers, full of water, all over the bed.
“FUCK!” she exclaimed.
We quickly grabbed some towels and tried to mop up but the mattress was soaked. “It’ll dry in a few hours in the sunshine tomorrow, but you can’t sleep on it tonight. I’m so sorry. Um…you’ll have to share my bed. It’s a king size, so it’ll be okay. Just keep your hands to yourself!” she joked.
“Are you sure? I can take the cushions on the floor, it’s fine.”
No, seriously, the bed’s huge, it’s one of my few extravagances. You could sleep four people in there if you wanted to.”
“Is that something you’ve tried?” I joked.
“No! Not brave enough for that kind of thing. Wouldn’t know were to start,” she replied, chuckling. “Which side do you want? I usually sleep in the middle.”
“Best if I go on the left and lie on my right side, stops me snoring. You can still relegate me to the floor, you know. I have been drinking, and it makes it worse, supposedly.”
“Fine. I’ll nudge you if you keep me awake,” came her retort.
“Deal. And thanks for this, just don’t kick me onto the floor!”
After brushing our teeth and changing – chastely, and after one another – in the bathroom, we both took our sides of the bed and Amira switched out the light. It felt strange to be in a new woman’s bed for the first time in a very long time, even if it was platonic. Well, I assumed it was from her side. I hoped she didn’t suspect that I fancied her.
In spite of being tired, I was finding it hard to sleep, knowing that there was a warm and desirable body only two feet away from me. I could feel her presence, at least in my mind’s eye. I was surprised after a while to feel the mattress shift a little and Amira’s bum gently pressing against mine; we were facing away from each other. I thought she was still asleep and moved a little further away, to preserve my honour. She ‘followed’ me, and before long I either had to get out, fall out, or push back. Before I could decide, I heard a voice.
“Are you awake?” Amira whispered.
“Yes. I’m about to fall out of the bed. Move over!”
“I will, but come with me. It’s been such a long time since I’ve shared a bed. Can we cuddle a bit? Say no if it’s a bit weird.”
“Um. Okay,” I whispered back. My heart was pounding, and I turned over so my chest was against her back. “You did tell me to keep my hands to myself. Where am I supposed to put my arm?”
“Just throw it over, hold me a bit. Yes, like that,” she said after I followed her instructions and laid it over her crossed hands. “That’s lovely,” she added.
It was indeed lovely, or more than lovely. I was enjoying this more than she was and felt a bit guilty that I was probably loving differently to her. The smell of her hair, and the warmth of her back against my chest were divine. My cock thought so, too: I was hard in no time. I moved my hips away from Amira to hide it.
“Scootch up. Spoon me. I can barely feel you,” came her voice.
“I can’t…” I offered.
“Why not? Too weird?” she offered.
“No, it’s not that.” I paused. “I’m not sure how to put this. There are…there are three of us in the bed. Someone else is liking this a bit too much. Sorry.”
There was a silence that felt like a minute, but it was probably less. I was poised to get kicked out of the bed, maybe even having to get changed and leave – no idea where I’d go – but Amira suddenly moved backwards, pressing her bum right against my groin.
“You’re right, there are three of us. Hello!” she giggled, before gently gyrating her arse a little against my now rock-solid penis.
I groaned a little and pulled her closer so we were in full contact. I still wasn’t sure what I should do with my arm, so I left it draped loosely across her.
Amira made her intentions in that regard clearer, hooking my wrist so my arm bent down at the elbow and my hand cupped one of her plump tits. She sighed with pleasure.
I was getting the message now. We ground against each other, moving almost as little as we could, relishing that unbeatable feeling of mutual arousal with a new person for the first time. There’s nothing else like it – a sense of relief, of being wanted, mixed with excitement and the unknown.
Amira pulled her top up, so just by keeping my hand still, I was suddenly cupping her naked boob rather than a clothed one. I found one of her nipples, which was hard and pert, with my fingertips. Trying to work out what she liked, I teased it super gently at first, just using my fingertip to start with, then more firmly, which elicited deeper sighs of approval.
“Kiss my neck,” she whispered, hooking her hair away to expose the skin below her ear.
I followed her command, feeling the light hairs below her ear, smelling her skin – there was a faint aroma of soap, as well as arousal – and kissed her in the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Her body undulated against mine, and I ground harder against her, mashing her breast as I pulled her backwards.
Amira reached backwards and slid her right hand directly into my shorts, running it right down my shaft and cupping my balls, feeling them before grasping my cock and holding it tight. “Hello handsome,” she growled before taking her hand out and turning over, and sliding her other hand straight back in.
We were face to face, close and intimate, for the first time. In the half-light that came through the blinds behind her, I was able to make out her silhouette but not much else. I could feel her breath, though, and the warmth of her face inches from my own.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “I don’t want you to regret this in the morning. As turned on as I am, I don’t want to lose our friendship.”
“I definitely want to do this. And I want to keep trying to do it. I assume you’d be okay with that.” She chuckled.
“What do you mean. You knew that I…?”
“Duh, obviously. I’ve liked you for ages, and it was obvious you fancied me. You’re crap at hiding it, by the way. I just didn’t know what my plans were, where I’d be living, even overseas,” Amira replied. “Rachel told me you wouldn’t realise, or wouldn’t assume that I liked you. She was right!”
“Shit, I was trying to be subtle so I wouldn’t weird you out. I guess I failed.”
“Yes, you did. Anyway, kiss me now or I’ll stop playing with your cock and leave you like this,” she replied fiercely.
I moved my face forwards a little more, searching for her mouth. As our noses touched, I turned my head sideways so our lips could meet. That first touch was…a sensation I can’t describe, like coming home but falling off a cliff at the same time. We explored the feeling of each other’s lips for a while before I felt hers open and her tongue snake out. Following her lead, I opened wider as our tongues met and we began kissing in earnest – my sexual kryptonite.
Reaching down behind her, I slid my hand into the back of her silk shorts. She had nothing underneath and I felt her naked buttock fill my hand, warm and meaty. I pulled her close; she lifted her left leg so it was over my thigh, giving me access to her labia, which were totally smooth, from underneath. Not skipping a beat in our face sucking, I gently stroked and probed her folds, which were slightly swollen and already leaking.
In a sudden flurry of clothes shedding, we both removed our tops and bottoms so we were completely naked, and resumed the same position, face to face and with her leg over mine. Amira grasped my cock and nestled it in her taint, at which point she started grinding, wanking me between her legs.
“God, that feels so good,” she whispered hoarsely.
“You’re not fucking wrong,” I replied, thrusting back while bending down to take a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard on it. This made Amira groan, and she grabbed my head to hold me in place, signalling that I should continue. I alternated between each tit, sucking and pulling, nibbling gently, every now and then biting just a little harder, which made her yelp in pleasure.
Evidently feeling enough was enough, Amira pulled away a little, changed the angle of her hips and smoothly brought my cock head into her entrance and impaled herself on me, just the top two inches or so. “Yesss,” she sighed as she began gently rocking, stimulating her entrance and my glans and corona, making me moan, too.
This was intense: so intimate, so loving, and so insanely sexy. We continued like this for a while, kissing, touching, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands as we gently teased each other. I slipped a hand between us and found her clit, proud and demanding, and began teasing it in soft, slow circles.
“Ohhh. If you don’t stop that, I’ll come, you know,” Amira moaned. “Just press a little harder, but not too hard. Fuck, yes, like that,” she said as I complied with her direction.
Almost instantly I felt her whole body freeze and she held her breath before she released a guttural, “UNGH… UNGH… SHIT… Ohhh,” as the orgasm coursed through her. I could heel her entrance pulsing on my cock, gripping me as she came, hard at first and then softening in intensity.
After a minute or so her breathing slowed. “I needed that so badly, Rich. It had been so long since I did that. But don’t stop. I want more. More of that, and more of you,” she intoned, before rolling me on my back and sliding all the way down my cock. “Yes. That much more.”
I gasped as she took all of me into her. I could see her tits hanging in front of me, shadows thrown across them from the street light. I reached up and kneaded both of them at the same time as she started grinding so her clit rubbed against my pubic bone. Her head was hanging down, her hair on my face and chest. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations, pleasuring herself and me in the process.
As her breathing intensified, Amira changed body position slightly, moving her knees back so she could lift off me a little, almost sliding off me before dropping back down again. This stimulated the whole length of my cock, and each time she landed at my hilt we both grunted a little. I started pushing upwards in time with her, and we steadily picked up the rhythm, fucking each other increasingly animalistically.
Amira was audibly gasping now, and I could feel the telltale flutter below my stomach of an orgasm in the near distance, slowly building but then rising faster and faster.
“It feels like you’re getting close,” she panted.
“Yes, I am. I’ll try and hold off…” I started.
“No, don’t. Cum in me. Stay in,” she gasped, picking up the pace, working my whole length with her wetness.
My breath was coming in rasps, and I kept fucking upwards, pivoting my hips as I chased the edge I wanted to fall over. I found it and froze, holding my breath, clenching my nether muscle to prolong that moment of white light before I felt it with a long groan. The orgasm rolled through me and I felt those pulses wracking my body as I cried out in pleasure.
Amira leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. “God, that was so good,” she laughed before rolling off me. “I loved feeling you get there, and then cumming in me. Very satisfying.”
“Very satisfying for me, too. So good doesn’t quite capture it,” I replied.
“I’ve so missed this,” she sighed, pressing her tits together and pulling on her nipples, and running them down her stomach. “I feel so…alive.”
“Let me help you with a bit more of that,” I offered, kissing her nipples before descending between her open legs towards her soaking pussy and kissing her folds just above her clit, pressing my tongue just onto it and flicking it.
“Oh, oh yes. Do that,” she moaned, kneading her tits again and pressing herself into my face. I could smell and taste both of our juices, my almost antiseptic cum aroma mixed with her fuller, richer bouquet. I reached under her thighs with each arm, holding her in place, and set to work, sucking on her swollen labia before probing her leaking entrance.
Amira reached down and started rubbing her clit, almost roughly, writhing on the bed as I licked and sucked her, lending my tongue to her fingers in an all-out assault on her pleasure button.
I plunged two fingers inside her, eliciting an, “Ooohhh…” from her before she yelped, paused, and came again. I could feel her squeezing my fingers, one hard, longer, before the others followed, ejecting the last of my cum down my chin, as her second orgasm coursed through her.
Slowly withdrawing my fingers, I kissed her gently on the pussy lips before moving back up the bed and lying on my side to face her.
“Thank you, lover. You can do that again. Soon. Let’s move over to this side,” she added. “The best thing about a king-size bed, you know,” she murmured drowsily as we spooned again, but now totally naked and sticky, “is that you don’t have to sleep in the wet patch.”
