Under layers of covers, Amira shuffled awkwardly until her tights were down past her bum. Her lace undies had come down with them. She could feel her bare side against the sheet and her bare ass against Keith's front. If there was one part of her body that never took cold, it was between her legs.
When Keith set his hand on her thigh, the spark of skin on skin sent Amira’s mind reeling. As she turned to launch back into a kiss, his fingers plunged to her pussy. She was so wet they slid from her clit like a leaf tumbling over a waterfall.
"Holy Mother!" Keith moaned. Flattening his palm over her pussy lips, he pressed it against her in smooth circles. "I think we've defrosted you."
"I want you," she blurted. She could sense him smelling her hair, and that only made her want him more. "I want you inside me. Will you do it?"
"I don't know," he teased, drawing out every word for effect. "I suppose I could..."
When Amira reached into her coat pocket, she realized she was still wearing her mittens. No wonder her palms felt so sweaty. Bringing her hands up and over the covers, she showed them to Keith and laughed, "I guess I can take these off now."
"No," he replied with such immediacy she halted all movement. "You know what they say—no glove, no love."
She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help laughing. It hadn't occurred to her, as she'd spent the week dreaming about him, that he might have a sense of humour. "You are so not funny."
"What?" he replied in absolute earnest. "Are you telling me you don't believe in safe sex? For shame!"
Reaching her mittened hand inside her coat pocket, she fished out her just-in-case condom. Holding it up above the covers, she turned to meet his adorable gaze. "What does this tell you?"
He snatched the packet from her tenuous grasp, singing, "Let's get it on!"
How could anyone be silly and sexy at the same time? Keith pulled it off beautifully.
"Are you sure you don't want to wait?" he teased.
"Yes, teacher," she teased back. "I'd truly like to get it on now."
"Well, all right then," he whispered. Unzipping his fly, he struggled out of his pants even more awkwardly than Amira had been with her tights. The mattress bounced. The sheer silliness of having sex in her winter coat made her giggle. The trampoline mattress got her laughing until her sides ached.
Her laughter subsided when he ran his hand along her belly. She nearly jumped out of her skin as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Are you comfy?" he cooed, nibbling on her earlobe. "Are you all nice and cozy warm?"
She cuddled into her pillow. "Comfy, cozy, and warm," she confirmed. He made her feel giddy and wild. "Now quit your procrastinating and get all up in me, you stud you!"
When his sheathed cock brushed her thighs from behind, her mood spun from bubbly to anxious. With a deep breath, she slid one leg forward to let him in.
"Kiss me," he whispered.
How could she resist? As she turned to offer up her lips, he slipped in the juice of her pussy. Her wetness was already soaking her thighs. Now it soaked his cock as he eased it inside her. Her tights still clung to her calves. He was right in there behind her, rocking gently as she rocked too. They were completely together. She could never have imagined being so in tune with a guy their first time together. Fictional escapades didn't count. This time it was for real, and it felt so good she would happily have spent eternity in his embrace.
As he thrust inside her, the heavy scent sex rose through layers of clothing and covers. She could feel the sweat building in the crook of her back, but she was so blissfully attuned to Keith’s body that she couldn't halt the action to slip out of her coat. He hugged her middle. She hugged the pillow beneath her head. He squeezed her breasts. He pressed his fingers against her clit as he went at her from behind. Clothed sex was unmistakably naughty, and she loved every second of it.
The animal noises building through her chest had to come out, and when they did they were going to be loud. As Keith groaned in her ear, she buried her face in her pillow to let out sounds like she'd never heard before. She was no porn star. These were the earthy cries of a vibrant woman in the throes of passion.
When Amira bucked back against Keith’s skinny body, he ploughed her that much harder. His little hips struck her round ass. His fingers scoured her clit until she was high on adrenaline and pheromones. Beads of sweat broke down her back and under her tits. She'd gone from freezing to burning up. All she could conceive of doing was throwing her body against Keith's as he thrust wildly inside her.
Under cover of blankets and relative darkness, she heaved back at him. His cock filled her with friction while the pressure from his fingers made her jump. Her mittened hands grasped the pillow as her whole body tightened up. When her muscles clenched, locking him in her spasmodic pussy, he squeaked and sighed. He wrapped his arms around her. As he nuzzled into her neck, she cried out into her pillow. He shook as he held her tight, and she knew he'd come by his blissful sighs.
Panting with heat and exhaustion, Amira tossed off the blankets and tumbled out of bed.
"Are you okay?" Keith asked, leaning over the side of the bed.
Amira looked up from the floor. "I'm great," she said, unbuttoning her coat. "That was incredible, but I'm so sweaty and gross."
"You want sweaty, come check me out!" Keith laughed.
“Yeah, but you're not wearing three hundred layers of winter gear." She stepped out of her tights as she stood, and her skirt fell neatly into place.
"Nice," he said, propping his head on his hand to gaze at her. "You look beautiful."
She was no good with compliments, but she tried not to roll her eyes. "Thanks," she replied, realizing he probably wanted to dispose of his condom. It was such an awkward matter to bring up after the fact, so she just said, "The bathroom's through there if you..."
"Oh good," he said, sneaking off in that direction.
She stood in the middle of her bedroom, staring at the blankets on the floor and the bed in utter disarray. A smile grew across her lips. Keith came back in the room to say, "I know you think I'm a total whore for giving in to your irresistible charm, but I'm telling you right now it's not going to happen again. No more nooky until after midnight."
"Hmm," Amira puzzled dramatically. He was so cute. "How about if we watch TV and make out during the commercial breaks?"
With a shrug, he gave in. "Yeah, I guess I can agree to that. I usually spend New Year's Eve in front of the TV anyway."
"Me too," she admitted.
"Watching old sci-fi reruns," he went on.
"Me too! Eating popcorn and wearing my pyjamas."
"Me too," he said straight-faced. "Eating popcorn and wearing your pyjamas."
Trying not to laugh, Amira dug through her flannel PJs. She found a pretty pink pair for herself and a playful polar bear set for Keith. As he leapt into them, she shook her head. Her pyjamas nearly fit him. They were all right in the bum, but the arm and leg lengths were a little on the short side. Was this for real? Earlier in the afternoon, she wouldn't have imagined the evening ending this way.
"Where's the popcorn?" Keith asked, hopping like a child toward the kitchenette. "I'll get it started."
She'd found that rare kind of guy who was not only cute and great in bed, but also playful and silly. He was perfect. How would she ever climb her way into his parents' good books? Or did it even matter what they thought?
Amira didn't want to jinx it, but she knew she'd found more than the kind of boyfriend she could show off around town. It wasn't just a matter of lusting after a hot guy. They would be friends too. Best friends. Hell, they were already having a slumber party in flannel pyjamas! She almost cried as she watched him in the kitchen. Keith was so much more than impersonal lust-crush. Keith was a whole new year of love.
The End
ABOUT GISELLE RENARDE
Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, and award-winning author of dozens of books,
including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
Ms. Renarde’s anthology My Mistress’ Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry received an Honourable Mention in the 2011 Rainbow Awards, and her book The Red Satin Collection took top prize in the same category in 2012. She is a contributor to Tristan Taormino’s Lambda Award-winning book Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica, as well as such notable anthologies as Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance.
Find Giselle at Donuts & Desires: http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com
or on Twitter @GiselleRenarde
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The Red Satin Collection
By Giselle Renarde
Winner of the 2012 Rainbow Awards
BEST TRANSGENDER ROMANCE
Coming home means coming out...
This is a Christmas of firsts for girlfriends Maisie and Regan. Maisie hasn't returned to their hometown since beginning her transition from male to female. Regan hasn't spoken to her hard-drinking Cree father in twice that time. Will family drama, secrets, and new arrivals strengthen their bond or tear Regan and Maisie apart?
The Red Satin Collection is a transgender lesbian holiday romance that includes content suitable for adult readers only.
Excerpt from The Red Satin Collection:
“Is mom home?” Maisie asked, before taking a step forward.
“Oh yeah, for sure.” After another moment of silent, awe-struck staring, Mitts turned her head and yelled, “Mom!”
“What?” a disembodied voice hollered back. “I’m on the toilet.”
Mitts turned back to Maisie. “Mom’s on the throne.”
“So I heard.”
Another voice joined the conversation. “Oh my god, Mitts, do not walk by the upstairs bathroom!” It was Maisie’s second sister, Kayla, holding her nose as she descended the stairs. “Jesus, the whole hallway reeks to…”
As she spoke, Kayla’s gaze settled on the open front door.
The fingers pinching her nose slid down until her hand covered her embarrassed mouth. “Oops… sorry. I didn’t hear the doorbell.”
“Kayla, it’s Mark,” Mitts said, then whipped her head around. “Shit, I’m sorry. You don’t go by Mark anymore. Do you? Well, obviously you don’t. Duh. That was a stupid question. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Maisie said, though Regan could hear the disappointment in her girlfriend’s voice. “You don’t need to apologize. I understand.”
Mitts shook her head. “No, I’m an idiot. And I can’t for the life of me remember your new name.”
“It’s Maisie.” One more voice rang out from behind Kayla. “Maisie, like my mother, your grandmother. It’s a beautiful name. It’s perfect.”
When Maisie looked up, Regan could feel the happiness coursing through her body. “Mom!”
As Maisie bolted through the front door, her mother ran down the stairs. They met in the hallway and dove into each other’s arms. Though Maisie was taller than her mother, something about the nature of their hug dwarfed her, in Regan’s eyes, and she appeared as a little child.
“Mom…”
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