Preface: While some (attempted) flair has been added, this story is based on a real event with identifiable information altered. I have written this as a short story, and omitted several hardcore facts - but I could include these in a future update if there is demand. This is my first piece so any feedback would be much appreciated. - 0negeek
The summer of 2010 was a pleasant one. The sun glared over the City of London, illuminating the unusually clear blue skies. A cool morning breeze carried the scent of croissants and coffee down the street, enticing pedestrians to grab their morning fixes before rushing off to work.
I strolled through the French area of Marylebone on the way back to my uni room after my regular morning gym session. My mind was switching gears from the gym to my degree, and the accompanying worries started seeping back into my brain with each step closer to uni.
I was studying for a PhD in Physics and going through a stressful time, partly due to a change of supervisors and partly due to my computational results reaching dead ends. If I could not find a solution soon I would need to revisit the experimental data I had collected, or even worst, change my hypothesis and run the experiments and analysis all over again, which could in turn extend my PhD by over a year.
I reflected on my mental state as I entered the accommodation building and took the stairs up to my room. Factoring in the regular sleepless nights and academic worries, two years in, the only things going well were my training and my sex life.
Exiting the staircase with a mildly elevated heart-rate, I walked right into one of my flatmates...
"Oh sorry Farida, how are you? Where are you off to?" I flashed a smile as I quickly stepped back and put my hand on her arm. Farida moved in a few months ago to start her masters degree. She stood at around 5'2", with a gorgeous Egyptian accent and pretty face to match. We had immediately hit it off, and in a brave, mildly intoxicated state during one of our social building gatherings, I let her know how pretty I thought she was. She took it well as we both knew by then there was chemistry between us, however with her being engaged and me in a relationship, neither had ever let the flirting go too far.
"Hey 0negeek, how are you? I have a lecture now but I'm meeting a friend for coffee first. Are you coming from the gym?" She replied, as the elevator doors opened.
"Yeah", was all I could muster with a geeky smile while she shuffled past me.
As Farida stepped onto the elevator, I couldn't help but stare at her bum. I did so at every chance, it was my favourite part about her. While Farida was small and slender, she had a larger bum than you would expect on a small frame, and it was absolutely perfectly round and pert. Many a night I had wet dreams of filling her bum hole up...
I suspected she knew my eyes wondered, but this time she caught me in the elevator mirror with a cheeky smile, "I don't know how you wake up early, I do not get up before 8am!"
"Years of anxiety, Farida" I replied with a smile "have a nice day, see you later".
"Bye!"
As I walked down the corridor, I could not get Farida's bum out of my head. "How could a bum be that perfect?" I asked myself, "What does it feel like?" I unlocked the door, walked into my room and greeted my girlfriend who was sitting at the table studying. I bent towards her and Aanya greeted me with a smile and a kiss.
"How was the gym baby?" She asked,
"Not bad darling" I replied, stroking the back of her head then standing back up.
We had been dating for over 6 months and things were moving quite well. Aanya came over from India to study for a masters degree in something statistics related. We met during through mutual friends and hit it off. It was not long until we started dating, and our similar cultural backgrounds meant we had a lot in common. She liked that I was attentive, gentle, and funny, and I liked that she was soft spoken, smart, and of course attractive.
Aanya had a slim figure, was two inches shorter than me at 5'5", with long black hair and big round eyes. Her breasts were a supple B cup, and her bum was full and just the right size for her frame. Her complexion was slightly darker than mine, with shiny and flawless skin. I grew more attracted to her as time went by.
After exchanging greetings, Aanya continued reviewing a paper for her masters dissertation. She lived towards the edge of London but would stay at mine a couple of days a week, usually from Thursday to Sunday. This worked well for us as we enjoyed each others company a lot.
Even though she did not want to lose her virginity before marriage, the physical side of our relationship was very fulfilling, so much so that I abstained from any masturbation during the week just to intensify the feeling with her.
Although we were not having vaginal intercourse yet, we were sexually active in most other ways. I had (what I believed) was a high sex drive, and an active imagination. A non-sexual relationship was not on the cards for me, and early on I let her know how badly I wanted every part of her. Although she was reluctant and nervous at first, we liked each other and she was willing to try bedroom play.
I stood beside her as she tapped on her keyboard with one finger. Aanya had come over late last night after a study session and we went straight to bed. When I woke up this morning my penis was wedged between her bum cheeks and I was already dreaming of what I would do to her tonight. However, after seeing Farida, I was now very horny and could not wait any longer. I was usually awake but tired for a few hours after the gym and would have a shower and a coffee first, but I was wide awake this time and decided I could not wait.
