Once the casts were off and I – albeit with the aid of two crutches – was able to make my way around the flat, I asked her to no longer keep her life on hold on my behalf. It was a Thursday and, I had had a tough week. She’s visiting me for a couple of weeks.”
Amanda and Mila exchanged glances. Mila chortled. “Eventually. “Ah, Shahrazad,” she said. At least one of us gets to put her head on the other person’s lap.” She smiled up at me and reached up to run her fingertip down my nose to my lips and chin. Memories flooded my mind of how she used to do this when we were in college, and how she had taught me to do it too, until we could compete against each other in who could bring the other to orgasm the faster. Unable to stop myself from crying out, I hit an orgasm that left me biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. I was so busy analysing the sensation that
