This is set back when I was a student in Britain. I really did have a bedroom that was so small that the bed was on a platform above the closet. And the room was wallpapered. Unfortunately the rest of the story is invented…
Cecilia arrived at Gareth’s flat. He had just bought the place a few weeks before and was in the process of decorating it. She had agreed to help him wallpaper his bedroom. She knocked on the door of the flat and Gareth let her in. She could see the bedroom, stark and stripped down to the plaster. There were no curtains or blinds up yet either, and the brutal glare of the unshaded light bulb made the room look more like a prison cell than a bedroom. Gareth led Cecilia into the living room. The mattress from his bed was in the living room.
“Why is your bed in here?” asked Cecilia.
“Well,” said Gareth, “it is my new seduction technique. I figure that if there is nowhere to sit in here then any female visitors will just have to end up in my bed.”
“It doesn’t seem to be working,” she said, as she sat down at one of the dining chairs by the table. On the table were a bucket of wallpaper paste and the first roll of wallpaper, cream with small green houses.
“Oh well, I’ll have to move it back into the bedroom when we are done then. I figured that it would be impossible to wallpaper around the mattress since the paper should go down to the top of the wardrobe. So I managed to maneuver it down and bring it through in here. I’ll need to get some help to get it back up again. It is definitely a two-man job. Or a man and a woman. But it’ll have to wait until the paper is dry so I reckon I am sleeping in here tonight.”
Soon they had a system going. Gareth would tell Cecilia how long a piece of wallpaper he needed. Cecilia would measure it off and cut it, then paste the piece on the dining table, folding it onto itself so that Gareth could carry it through into the bedroom. While he was hanging one piece, Cecilia would cut and paste the next piece. Gareth had done a lot of wallpapering when his parents had moved house regularly so the job went quite quickly. The slowest part was around the bed, which got done last. Because the paper only went from ceiling to wardrobe, rather than all the way to the floor, lots of shorter pieces were needed. Since it was getting late by this point, both Cecilia and Gareth were getting tired and a bit irritable, but they both wanted to finish the whole job that night rather than leave a few pieces for the next day. Finally the last piece was trimmed into place and the seams rolled flat.
“Let’s go and get a beer at the pub,” said Gareth, looking at his watch. “It is quarter to 11 so I’ll buy you a beer as a thank you. And to celebrate.”
“I thought you were going to give me dinner, not just a beer.”
“I am, but not tonight. We agreed that we would eat first since it would take all evening. You did have dinner didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Cecilia, “I was just winding you up. Come on or the pub will close before we get there.”
They walked out into the cool spring air. As they walked down to the pub, Gareth put his arm around Cecilia’s shoulder. “Thanks very much,” he said, “that would have taken forever if I’d done it on my own.”
He left his arm around Cecilia’s shoulder and it seemed natural for Cecilia to put her arm around his waist, two friends with a job well done. They entered the bar and the first beers went down in no time and they got another drink just as last-orders were being called.
On the way back, as they crossed the street Gareth grabbed Cecilia’s hand to run across the road in a gap in the traffic. When they got to the other side he didn’t let go.
“Would you like a coffee or shall I walk you home?” he said.
“I think that you’d better walk me home. I was going to your flat to get my bike. I’d already forgotten that I didn’t bring it! Just take me to the end of the road and I’ll be fine from there.”
They walked back hand in hand under the old railway line. When they got to the end of the road, Gareth put his arm around Cecilia and held her closer to him.
“I’ll cook you dinner tomorrow night if you’ll come and help me put my bed up on the wardrobe again.”
“OK,” said Cecilia, “I’m not busy tomorrow in the early evening. Don’t forget I don’t eat meat though.”
“I won’t kill the fatted calf then, just the fatted turnip.”
“The fatted cod is OK too.”
“Oh, you eat fish. That widens the choices.”
Gareth leant in and kissed Cecilia goodnight, lingering a bit more than necessary, noticing that Cecilia didn’t pull away. He put his arms around her and held her against him. Cecilia felt very comfortable enveloped in her friend’s embrace, wondering for the first time if Gareth wanted more, knowing that he would be too good a friend to push it. But she wasn’t sure what she thought, and besides she already had a boyfriend.
“See you tomorrow then,” she said, pulling away from him and walking off up the well-lit road to where she lived..
Cecilia went straight to bed when she got back. It had felt good feeling so close to Gareth. She was wondering if she should have kissed him more intimately, not broken the embrace, returned to his bed in the living room. But Gareth was a friend. However, she could still fantasize, she thought, as her finger crept into the folds of her sex and she imagined that it was Gareth’s finger not hers, imagined what it would be like to be fucked by him. She felt a bit guilty fantasizing about a friend, especially as it seemed like she was being unfaithful to her boyfriend. Her finger stroked her hard clit faster, she thrust two fingers into her wet cunt imagining it was Gareth’s cock. She imagined Gareth thrusting between her hips as he came, and she came quietly in the darkness, listening to Sally’s breathing as she slept in the bunk above.
Gareth went back to his flat and got into his bed in the living room. He wondered about Cecilia. It had felt good cuddling her, and she didn’t seem in any hurry to break his kiss. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship by moving too fast, too inexperienced with women to know that their friendship was strong enough to survive a rebuffed advance in any case. He realized how hard he had become just thinking of her. He imagined that she had returned, still in her old wallpapering clothes, and was lying beside her. He pulled her T-shirt over her head and unclipped her bra. He wondered what her breasts would be like. He pushed her old tracksuit trousers down and caressed the swell of her sex. He wondered if she had blonde pubic hair. He slipped his hand inside her knickers, feeling the wet divide in her body. She moved onto her back beneath him, her legs spread welcomingly as he slipped into her wet cunt. He imagined fucking her in his mind, his hand stroking his cock in reality. As he came he imagined her coming underneath him, holding him tight, wrapping her arms and legs around him in the abandon of her orgasm.
The following night Cecilia was back at Gareth’s flat, this time on her bicycle. She wheeled her bike into Gareth’s bedroom and leant it against the door. Gareth had managed to move the mattress back into the bedroom but not to get it up on top of the wardrobe.
Gareth called from the kitchen. “Come and have dinner, it is just ready now. You’ve got perfect timing.”
Cecilia went through into the living room. Gareth had cleared away all the wallpapering equipment and the table was laid for dinner. There was a plate of poppadoms and two bowls of chutney there.
“I made a couple of vegetable curries. I’m pretty sure you like curry don’t you.”
“Definitely. I love curry.”
Gareth brought over a bowl of rice and the bowls with the two curries. Then he went and fetched a couple of bottles of beer.
“…and I definitely love beer too,” she said seeing the bottles in his hand.
Soon the curries and the beer were almost gone.
“Another beer,” offered Gareth.
“Yes, please,” said Cecilia.
“We can either have another one here or else go to the pub again.”
“Or both!”
“OK. You convinced me,” laughed Gareth going and getting two more beers. “But we must put the mattress up on the wardrobe before we go to the Diggers, or we will end up in a giggling heap underneath the mattress on the bedroom floor.”
“I don’t remember seeing that one in the Kama Sutra.”
“Much better to be a giggling heap on top of the mattress,” said Gareth naughtily.
Gareth produced mashed bananas, brown sugar and cream for dessert. They ate the bananas as they drank the second beers. Then they went through into the bedroom.
“You go up on the wardrobe and I’ll get the mattress up against the wardrobe. Then if I push from beneath and you pull we can get the mattress up. At some point you’ll run out of bed before the mattress will finally drop into place, of course.”
Cecilia climbed up the steps onto the plywood base that formed the roof of the wardrobe. Gareth got the mattress leaning against the wardrobe and then got his arms underneath it as Cecilia pulled it over the wooden rail that formed the end of the bed. Soon Cecilia was standing in the last 6″ of base, with the mattress at her feet. She stepped forward onto the mattress as Gareth pushed it in the last bit. Gareth pushing the mattress in the last little bit made her lose her balance as the mattress finally dropped into place.
Gareth climbed up onto the mattress where Cecilia was sprawled and lay down beside her, putting his arm over her.
“Finally you are in my bed and I can have my evil way with you.”
“Unhand me sir, for I am a poor innocent virgin,” said Cecilia giggling.
“I suspect you are guilty of a terminological inexactitude,” said Gareth.
“What?”
“It’s what Winston Churchill accused someone of once in Parliament, since it is a breach of the house rules to call someone a liar.”
“What a very Gareth sort of thing to say!”
Gareth kissed Cecilia. She kissed him back tentatively. His hand slid down and caressed the side of her body, lightly brushing the side of her breast. She didn’t push him away. They continued to kiss and Gareth moved his hand onto the swell of her breast. He could feel that she had no bra on under her shirt. Her nipple was hard in the palm of his hand and seemed large. He moved to rub it with the tip of a finger. He moved his hand lower, under her shirt and up onto the smooth skin of her belly. He heard the intake of her breath as his hand reached her naked breast. She could feel her excitement rising, the wetness between her legs.
Suddenly she pushed him away.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because you are a friend. And because I’ve already got a boyfriend.”
“I don’t understand this friend thing. Why do you classify us men into friends, who you don’t get attracted to sexually, and lovers who you are not so friendly with.”
“I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right. It’s not that I’m not attracted sexually to friends either, they’re just more, well, brotherly.”
“You seemed to be enjoying kissing me a few minutes ago.”
“Mmm. It seemed very comfortable.”
“Can I resign as a friend and apply for whatever you call the other class?”
“Silly. We have such a good friendship I don’t want to screw it up.”
“You won’t do. Let’s just go slowly.” Gareth kissed Cecilia gently again. She pretended not to respond at all but didn’t push him away. Suddenly she burst out laughing. Gareth hugged her close to him and she put her arms around him.
Gareth defused the situation. “Let’s do this. We’ll go to the pub for that beer. One of us can clear the table and the other can make the bed before we go, so that I don’t have those tasks to return to.”
“OK. I’ll clear the table. You probably have some devious plan as to how my making your bed obligates me to lie in it!”
Soon the chores were done and they were off to the pub, their arms around each other. A couple more beers went down very well and they returned to the flat, definitely a little drunk.
“Would you like a coffee or anything?” said Gareth.
“I’d better go,” said Cecilia, picking up her cycling gloves and jacket off the bedroom floor.
She got her bike and turned it around ready to wheel it out of the front door.
“Goodnight then,” said Gareth, disappointed that she hadn’t stayed for a coffee and given him an opportunity to persuade her to stay for breakfast too.
He put his arm on her waist and leant forward to kiss her. She leant forward and kissed him. The kiss started off chaste but soon their tongues were intertwined and Gareth’s hand was back on the swell of her breast again. The bike suddenly fell against the wall.
“Careful of my new wallpaper,” whispered Gareth, “or you’ll have to come back and help fix it.”
Cecilia broke the embrace and put the bike back so that it was stable against the door. She turned back around and put her arms around Gareth, resting her head on his chest.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered. “Promise me that you’ll stay a friend whatever happens.”
“I promise,” said Gareth. “I am still friends with everyone I have ever had a relationship with.”
Cecilia unzipped her jacket again and dropped it on the floor. Gareth reached out and pulled her shirt over her head in a single movement as she lifted up her arms to help him. Finally he got to look at her breasts.
“Mmm, nice,” said Gareth as he bent down and took one of her large nipples between his teeth, his tongue tickling the end of the nipple as it hardened. Cecilia slid her hands under Gareth’s shirt and onto his nipples. Soon his shirt was off too, as they stood cuddling, her breasts squashed against his chest.
He reached down between them and undid the button on her jeans, and slowly slipped down the zip. He reached down inside her white knickers and ran his fingers through her pubic hair. He moved lower still, feeling for the cleft of her sex. She reached down and rubbed the swell of his cock through his jeans.
“Would you like to come upstairs?” Gareth whispered, taking her by the hand and leading her to the ladder that led up to the bed. They kicked off their shoes and climbed the ladder and soon were lying on the bed. Cecilia pushed her jeans and pants off and kicked off her socks. Gareth looked at her naked body for the first time. She reached over and undid the button on his jeans and he unzipped them and pushed them over the edge of the bed onto the floor. They lay there naked together.
Cecilia kissed Gareth’s nipples and then kissed him lower and lower until she took his cock in her mouth. Gareth moved around, keeping his cock in her mouth, kissing her down her spine, running his tongue between her cheeks, probing between her outer lips, tasting her juices for the first time. It was always fascinating as well as exciting to explore someone’s body for the first time. Cecilia parted her legs. Her cunt had prominent pink lips that Gareth ran his tongue between. He moved further forward until his tongue rested on the hazelnut of her clit, hard with excitement and anticipation.
She pushed him over onto his back and straddled his face, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He reached up and with both hands opened up her sex and slid his tongue into her depths, up over her clit. He could feel how excited she was. She could feel how hard her clit was under his tongue.
She moved back up and kissed him, tasting her own juices on his beard. She was lying across him with his cock just nestling in the opening to her cunt. Slowly she pushed back, enjoying the feel of her body resisting for a moment before opening to let him enter into her wet depths.
“Oh that feels so good,” she said as she started to rock.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, it’s OK.”
He reached up and started to caress her breasts but she took his hands and held them up by her head, taking control. He thrust up to meet her as she slid her hips up and down his body, his cock almost leaving her cunt before she aggressively rocked back down. Her body was trembling with excitement. Then she was coming, quietly. Gareth wasn’t even sure if she had come since she just kept rocking her hips.
He rolled her over onto her back and she pulled her knees up and put her feet on his chest. He slid slowly in and out of her cunt. She reached down and started to roll a finger on her clit.
“I’m coming again,” she said, although this time the information was superfluous.
“I’m almost coming too,” said Gareth, sliding deeply into her. She reached up and tweaked his nipples hard.
“Come on,” she said, “I want to feel you come inside me.”
He thrust into her as she rubbed her clit. She felt the warm jets inside her body, felt the tension go out of his body, felt her own orgasm build up again, starting from her clit, spiraling out to her cunt, her thighs, her breasts, her whole body.
He lay sweating on top of her, his weight pressing her breasts onto her, his pelvic bone resting on her clit, her legs spread around him now.
“That was very…friendly,” he said.
“Mmm,” she replied. “I think you’ve joined the ‘other class’”
They lay in each other’s arms. Gareth pulled the green striped duvet over them and reached up above his head to the lightswitch he had built into the wall and turned it off.
“I assume you aren’t going home tonight,” he said.
“It’s worse. I was meant to be going to my boyfriend’s tonight. But I’ll worry about that in the morning. I think I’ve got a new boyfriend.”
They kissed. Gareth extricated his arm from underneath Cecilia’s body before it went numb completely. Soon they were asleep.