Eve's Birthday, Chapter 2
Wherein Eve and I make birthday plans
After three weeks, Eve mentioned that her birthday was that Saturday. She'd be turning 18, the legal drinking age in our province.
"So, do you want to go out bar hopping?" I asked.
"That's not usually your thing, is it? I mean, you're usually home with your books on Saturday night, and Fridays aren't much more adventurous" was her response. "Besides, I'm really not interested in drinking. Growing up on the res, I saw the worst drink can do to a person, and I never want to be like that."
I suggested that you only turn 18 once, and it's kind of a rite of passage. I can count on one hand the number of nights I've spent in a bar in my life, but my 18th birthday was certainly one of them. She still wasn't interested, so I asked her what we should do to celebrate instead.
"Can you keep a secret?" Eve asked me. It seemed like a dumb question, given the secret games we were playing. I didn't have time to respond before Eve continued, "I've always wanted to go to a swingers club. They let single chicks in, you know, and I think it'd be fun. Maybe you can watch me play instead of just listening in?"
It was the first time our little game was acknowledged in the light of day and I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed or invite her back to my room right there, right now, to show me. I chose neither, and just agreed that it'd fun to check out a swingers club together.
Eve'd clearly been planning this for a while, because she knew where we could find a club, and that we could visit once for a $20 cover charge, and if we enjoyed it and wanted to go again, we'd have to join the club for $60 per month. Also, this Saturday was a special outfit night, which the club called Boobalicious, where everyone is supposed to show off a sexy bra. Guys, too, apparently...that sounded interesting.
We made plans to spend Saturday shopping for appropriate attire, and then head straight to the club afterwards. That way, we should be able to avoid letting the other girls know that we're going out and asking to tag along. I don't think Eve cared, but I wasn't ready for my friends to know that I was a sexual deviant, as I thought of it then.
That night, our ritual was more exciting than ever. Now that the topic was in public, and we had plans to take it to the next level, I really let myself go and didn't even try to suppress the moaning. From the sounds of it, Eve was doing much the same. I think that night we were more or less in sync, rising to the heights of passion at the same time. I was exhausted first, though, as I usually was and I could still hear her rhythmic moaning continue as a drifted off to sleep.
Continue to Chapter 3, wherein we go shopping.