Eve's Birthday, Chapter 1
Wherein I get a new roomate
My name is Sam, short for Samantha. I'm a student in my third year of a mechanical engineering degree, and until last week, I was a virgin. Not because I'm a prude, you understand, but I am a nerd, and while I can't complain about my social life, I'm not the kind of girl that goes out to bars and other such places where it's easy to hook up with people. My fingers, toys and porn collection have kept me sated over the years, and I hadn't realised how much I craved the attention of a friend until that dam finally broke.
No, not that dam, I'd done that myself years ago. The metaphorical dam is what I meant.
The story, I guess, starts with my roommate, Eve. Eve is a new addition to our house...this is my third year, and I lived with the same four girls, friends since childhood, for the first two. Gina and I shared the upstairs - two small bedrooms with sloped ceilings and just enough space in each for a single bed and a desk. Serena had the one bedroom on the main floor, and Olivia and Kaitlyn in the basement suite. Serena's room was largest, but the two upstairs rooms got more natural light, so we considered it a fair tradeoff, and all paid equal shares on the rent. It worked well while it lasted, but when Gina moved in with her boyfriend over the summer, we needed an extra wallet, so we advertised the vacant room on our school's housing registry. Eve wasn't the first applicant, but she was the first one that appeared to have showered within the past week. Apparently hygiene isn't highly valued amongst liberal arts majors. We were happy let her split the rent.
Eve's an interesting character, coming from a Cree reserve about an hour's drive out of town, one with a really bad reputation for drugs and violence. Eve came out of that okay, though; she's the only person from her high school that went on to University, and I'm pretty sure she's never even touched any drugs in her life. But she is a bit rougher around the edges than anyone I'd ever met in my upper middle class upbringing. Nothing big, and she fits in pretty well, but every now and again she'll say something that just catches me off guard, and makes me realise her home life was a world away from the Canada I know.
It turns out the wall between my room and Eve's is pretty thin, and the very first night she moved in, I heard the rhythmic slapping and heavy breathing that can only mean one thing. At first I was mortified. Again, I'm not a prude, I wasn't concerned that I could hear my new roommate masturbating. But it made me realise that Gina must have never gotten herself off the whole time we lived together - she did spend a lot of nights at Eric's - but must have heard me every time. My embarassment didn't last long, though, as the next thought that popped into my head was Eve's youthful body, and that led my own pussy to give a little "yes, please" twitch, and became the only thing my brain was interested in.
For the next twenty minutes, I saw to my own needs. I rubbed, I fingered, and I rubbed some more, using my free hand to occasionally tweak a nipple or lightly glide over my flat stomach and inner thighs. Eventually, getting impatient with the sensation of just fingers, I grabbed my mighty-mini vibrator out of my bedside table, and held it against my clit while finger fucking myself. Between waves of pleasure, I was listening to the sounds of Eve doing the same in the next room. After what felt like an eternity, I came three times in quick succession, no more than a minute between peaks, and collapsed back into my bed. Though I was trying to keep quiet, I'm sure there's no way Eve didn't hear it. I could hear that Eve was still going, but after a scream that sounded like it was probably muffled by a pillow, that, too, ended and the room was silent. After licking my fingers clean, I fell asleep almost instantly, and dreamed dreams of holding Eve's body close to mine.
To back up a minute, I should maybe mention that my enjoyment wasn't a surprise. I may have been a virgin, but I knew I was bisexual, and had certainly enjoyed checking out women and fantasizing about them before. Well, more accurately, though I always think of it as bisexual, I'm more of a 5 on Kinsey's 6 point scale: not exclusively gay, but guys definitely play second fiddle in my wet dreams. This isn't one of those stories about the straight girl being converted to lesbianism by a cute girl. Anyway...
The next morning, we didn't say anything when we ran into each other. Our eyes briefly connected over a quick breakfast of cornflakes and toast, and I quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed. Eve went off to orientation - she was just starting first year - while I took the opportunity to go biking with Olivia, enjoying the fantastic weather and extra free day between the end of my summer job, and the beginning of a new semester's classes.
That night, and indeed every night for the next three weeks, our mutual masturbation sessions became something of a ritual. Enjoyed, for certain, but never spoken of in the light of day. I did get over myself, and was able to look Eve in the eye without feeling embarrassed after a couple of days. We talked about normal things, school stuff, family, politics, and whatnot. Eve's a bit of an outcast at home, disparagingly referred to by friends and family alike as an "apple," meaning red on the outside the white on the inside. She's stoic about it, though, saying that "they don't remember what it means to be Cree." She didn't specifically say it, but my impression is that at least on her reserve, anyone that's successful is "white," and therefore an outsider, that most everyone who stays on reserve wears their troubles like a badge of pride. Maybe not, though...if she's an outsider then I'm a complete alien. Before Eve, the only Indians I knew were actually from India.
At school, Eve's in fine arts, majoring in industrial design, which sounds really interesting. As an engineer, I've always been more concerned about the functional aspects of design, but in Eve's program they're more interested in retaining function while creating elegance. Neat stuff, really.
Continue to Chapter 2, wherein Eve and I make birthday plans.