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 **Eve's Birthday** by Silhouette
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   A 21 year old virgin gets a new roomate, and through her discovers the
world of sex and swingers.  With Eve's help, Sam overcomes years of sexual
repression, and finds she enjoys not just sex, but having an audience, too.

   *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.

   *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.

   *Chapter 3 *Wherein we go shopping

   When Eve said "shopping" I was expecting a trip to the mall to hit up La
Senza or La Vie en Rose.  This was apparently not the plan, as Eve had also
been locating some specialty boutiques with a more risque lineup.  Normally
for this kind of trip, we'd bike, since that's our usual form of
transportation for errands outside of walking distance.  Today, though, we
figured that given the late evening, we should bus around to the stores
during the day, then take a cab home.  We set off quite early, since the
various stores on Eve's list were located in all corners of the city, and
bussing that route was going to take a while.

   The first stop was kind of a disappointment.  Despite a sexy sounding
name "Night Out Lingerie," it turned out to be fairly drab selection.  Good
support to wear under your clothes, but not exactly material for showing
off in public.  If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right.

   The second did much better, a little place near downtown call "Shhhhh
Lingerie." Although titled a lingerie store, its stock had as many sex toys
and board games as it had underwear.  We did find a few options and each of
us picked up a few, and went to try them on.  On the way to the change
room, Eve bent close to my ear and said "listen to me while we're in the
change room." Then she kissed me innocently on the cheek.

   Between the invitation and that first sensual touch, I could feel the
heat between my legs building.  I got into the change stall and closed the
door behind me, then yanked off my pants as fast as I could.  My panties
were already soaked through, so I pulled them off, but kept them in my
hand. I could hear the familiar sounds of Eve getting started in the next
stall.  I rubbed the wet fabric in my hand into the crack between my legs,
and then, ever so slowly, started pushing it right in to my cunt.  This
type of play wasn't my usual MO, but I was so fucking horny I just wanted
something to fill me.  The panties were more filling than a dildo - or, as
I was later to find out, a cock - and holding it in there while I rapidly
flicked my fingernail over my clit sure felt good.

   It was at this point that a knock came on the door, and a female voice
said "do you need any help, ma'am?" There I was, panties crammed up my
pussy in a public venue, and I was getting caught in the act.  I was still
trying to decide how to respond when I heard Eve next door say "I don't
know about her, but could you give me a hand?"

   I heard the latch of the stall next door click open, and the shop girl
told Eve "I've got just the thing for that." And the next sound was the
unmistakeable buzz of a vibrator.  I was relieved that we weren't in any
trouble, but a bit disappointed as I'd been hoping to get to watch Eve get
fucked for the first time, at least since we met, but listening in was
almost as good.  As the tone of the vibrator's hum changed, indicating it
was coming into contact with Eve, I relaxed again and went turned back to
my clit.  After a couple of minutes, I was close to cumming, and I started
pulling my panties back out, ever so slowly, which created this lovely
suction sensation deep inside me.  I came pretty hard.

   I hadn't heard Eve's cubicle close a second time, so I guessed that I
could go watch if I wanted to.  I can always have another orgasm later, but
there's only going to be so many chances to see a girl get off in public.
So I quickly pulled my pants over my bare ass, and went back out into the
aisle.  There were already two other customers watching, clearly a couple,
maybe around 40.  The woman turned to me and said "This is what I love
about this store...they let you test the products and will give you a hand
if you need anything." Her left hand was stuck into her husband's waist
belt, teasing his clearly engorged penis.

   All this was a new experience for me.  I'd never thought myself as a
prude, at the same time, I guess I'd always thought of sex as something
that happens, but isn't spoken of publicly.  I guess it was just a matter
of meeting the right people.

   I didn't want to get distracted from Eve, though.  Her tight teal
t-shirt was still on, though I could see her nipples poking through the
fabric.  More interestingly, her bottom was completely bare.  I got my
first view of her beautiful naked thighs, though my view of the pussy at
their centre was obscured by the back of a brunette's head from this angle.
Eve is a petite girl, with a slight build but she is clearly muscular.  Her
tits, while small in any kind of absolute measurement, look large on her
body, and are about the right size to fit comfortably in the palm of my
hand.  I moved around for a better look, and peered over the shoulders of
the clerk.  I could see her lower lips at last, puffing out in the middle
of a hairy forest, and spread wide to accommodate the head of a double
vibrator.  The rear of the vibrator was just a small nub teasing at the
edge of her ass hole, but the front was a penis-sized dildo that was
penetrated deep into her pussy.  The pink on the inside of her pussy's lips
was a beautiful contrast to her dark skin, and I debated whether anyone
would mind if I started masturbating in the hallway while I watched.  I
figured they wouldn't but I decided I didn't want to give up the view to
focus on myself, and fought the insistence of that spot between my legs.

   Eve's hips were bucking by this time, and the look on her face was that
beautiful pained excitement that precedes a massive orgasm.  The clerk took
the vibrator away, and then used her fingers to give just a couple of
strokes along the length of Eve's vagina, brushing over her clit with what
must have been exactly the right pressure.  Eve screamed.  And squirted,
something I'd never seen a girl in a porno do.  The clerk had clearly been
expecting that, since she'd already manoeuvred herself to one side and the
girl cum landed harmlessly on the floor, where it could be mopped up later.

   The woman next to me was now bent over a chair, skirt hiked and taking
her husband doggie style.  While interesting, I had eyes only for Eve, and
gazed at her lower half as she relaxed in the afterglow.  The clerk got up,
and I could now see her name tag said Amanda on it, and said to me "you let
me know if you need anything," before heading back out to the front.  While
tempting, I decided I could always come back, and in the meantime I was
hoping that Eve would get me off herself before the night was done.  I'd
decided I wanted her to be my first.

   While the older couple continued to fuck right there in the hallway, I
went back to my stall and tried on the lingerie I'd selected.  I still
didn't find the right bra, but I did find a sexy pair of metallic blue
panties.  They were really just a string that outlined the shape of a
thong, but with the smallest possible patch of fabric just barely covering
my slit.  They'd frame the landing strip I had shaved around this morning,
while leaving just that little bit of mystery at the end of the road. 
Also, I would be wearing them under my skirt when we arrived at the club,
so I could pick and choose who to show them off to.

   Eve said she had all the underwear she needed, but still needed a dress
or skirt to go over top.  We'd agreed that neither of us would see what the
other was buying until we got to the club, so we tucked our purchases into
a bag and took them up to the front counter.  Amanda discretely scanned the
tags without taking them out, preserving the surprise, and offered a 20
percent discount for Eve's in exchange for her enjoyment of the afternoon.
That's quite the way to earn customer loyalty.  She then looked me up and
down and said that I could have the same in exchange for the wet panties
she'd seen in my hand earlier.  Student budget and all, 20 percent on sexy
lingerie is more than it will cost to replace my cheapo department store
pair, so I went for it.  Besides, I was already planning to come back and
have her smell me up close at some point in the future anyway, and I could
enjoy the thought of what she might be doing with them later.

   I picked up the cost for both of us, since it was Eve's birthday and
all. I might be eating instant noodles for the rest of the month, but
tonight was going to be a lot of fun, and I wasn't going to cheap out on
it.

   Instead of another lingerie store, our next stop was a specialty dress
store.  Their specialty, apparently, was extremely sexy.  I found a dress
there that would also serve as an acceptable bra substitute, with a
miniskirt fully covering my bottom, and leaving my midriff bare while a ><
shaped design came together to just barely cover my boobs, with a snaking
nylon elastic holding the two sides of the dress together.  It was a black
dress, and the nylon elastic at the centre was a similar metallic blue to
the panties I'd already bought.  This time there were no games in the
change rooms, we wanted to save up for tonight and it seemed unlikely
anything that would happen here could top Amanda's interference.  I made
our purchases without seeing what was in Eve's bag once again, and we were
on our way.

   It was far too early to head for the club, so instead we went
mini-golfing for a couple hours, then went to have our hair done.  While it
would have made a great story, I'm sorry to say that there was no sex at
the hair salon, though I was so primed that I got wet while I had my hair
washed.  Despite being in to chicks, I don't normally get horny like that
every time a good looking girl touches me.  After doing our hair, we each
took a turn in the bathroom at the salon to change into our outfits for the
evening, covering up with our 3/4 length coats.  It was a cool September
evening, so we didn't look out of place when we climbed in to the cab.

   *Chapter 4 *Wherein we are introduced to the lifestyle

   We arrived at the club, a recently renovated old theatre building.  We
went into the foyer where we checked our coats and bags, and I got my first
look at Eve.  And she was Fine, if you know what I mean.  She'd picked out
a red satin outfit, with a "bra" that provided a bit of support underneath,
making her tits look beautifully round, but left the front completely
uncovered.  Lower down, she was wearing a garter and g-string that, barely
covered the essentials.  I could see this part because to top it all, she'd
selected a chemise made of lacy nylon, that was completely see through,
though beautifully patterned.

   The man collecting cover charges, introduced himself as Frank, the
co-owner of the club.  Eve had a question for him.  "It's our first time,
and I was wondering if this is too revealing, I can cover the nipples if
I'm supposed to." His response was that on regular nights all naughty bits
should be covered when you're on the lower level, but Boobalicious night
was all about boobs, so showing off her nipples was perfectly acceptable.

   He took our $20 cover, and asked for ID.  I was a bit nervous about this
part, but figured that everyone had to do it, so I handed over my authentic
identity and filled out the waiver.  The waiver was pretty straight
forward, agreeing to be respectful of all members and guests, to respect
the privacy of members and not announce to the world who was there, and to
respect that while sex was more freely available here than most places, no
still means no, and we can only play with those that are interested.

   Eve and I had no problems with any of the terms, so we signed, and Frank
called his wife Shannon on the radio, who took us on the tour.  Shannon put
our attire to shame, as she was wearing a silver bra made up to look like a
pair of hand reaching from under her armpits to grab her tits.  It must
have been custom made with the utmost attention to detail, since the
nipples were clearly pinched between the thumb and forefinger.

   I wasn't sure what to expect from there on out.  After making plans to
come here, I'd done some googling about swingers.  Lots of pictures could
be found, but mostly just of generic naked people having sex, and on the
internet anyway, it looked like a lot of them were fat and middle aged. 
Maybe fat people are just more willing to publish their photos on the
internet, some kind of ego boost whenever you get hits?

   Shannon took us in and showed us around the place.  It was early, and
there was maybe a half dozen people on the dance floor, and another couple
at the bar.  So far it looked like all straight married couples, but they
were younger than I expected, mainly 20s and 30s.  Shannon told me she was
32, which was about the average age of members, though they range from 18
to 55.  The lower level was very open, with a large dance floor, a bar, and
a buffet.  There was a DJ and music was playing, and it could have been any
other bar except for one thing: the volume.  Personal interaction is a big
part of the lifestyle, so while there was music to dance to, it was kept
low enough that you could talk without shouting in the lounge area.

   Shannon was speaking "There's a whole language that goes with the
lifestyle.  A unicorn, for instance, is a woman who likes to sleep with
couples.  Are you unicorns, or are you together?"

   Eve answered that we were somewhere in between, tonight was our first
date.  To hear her refer to it that way felt really good.

   "That's cool.  Just remember that when a woman is interested in a
couple, it's best to talk to the woman first.  Guys should also approach
guys first, but for different reasons.  Guys will want any pretty girl
that's interested, so it's the woman who gets to decide whether they're
game."

   She pretty much waved around the lower floor as pretty self-explanatory,
showed us where the bathrooms were (gorgeous bathrooms, with attendants and
everything).  The food was included in cover, and Frank had taken a credit
card number to cover any drink tab we racked up.  Drinks were cheap at $3
to $5 each, soft drinks were free.

   Once upstairs, we were shown a second lounge, this one overlooking the
lower level.  Shannon told us that they'd spent some time working out the
lighting, so that it couldn't really be seen from below.  This was a public
play area, where couples that were interested could come and chat, make
out, and do some touching or strip teases.  There was one group of four
already there, where one of the wives was nibbling the other's neck and
while fondling her bare breast - like Eve, wife number two had opted for a
"demi-cup" bra that did not cover her up.  The two husbands were just
watching at this point, and I wondered to what extent these guys really
played.

   I asked Shannon about that and she shrugged "some guys like to watch
their wives being with other people, some like to be active participants.
We don't judge here."

   While the rule upstairs was that anything consensual goes, there were 8
rooms at the back that had beds, and Shannon said that most people moved
out of the lounge if they wanted to do more than just tease.  6 of them
were private, and the locks would tell you if it was occupied or not,
though none of them were at this point in the night.  If we only wanted to
be seen by those invited to watch or participate, these were the places. 
The other two rooms were for the more exhibitionist amongst us.  One was
the viewing room, which had a half dozen king sized beds in it, and benches
placed around the room so that voyeurs could watch.  Each bed was
invitation only, but anyone could use the benches.  Shannon told us that
this was a popular hangout for posers, couples that enjoyed the swinging
environment, and liked to watch, but never actually swapped.  Before this
afternoon's show, I don't think I would have thought it, but right then it
sounded like a lot of fun to be watched like that.

   The final room was the Paul Bunyan room.  Named not for any connection
to the forestry industry or oddly covered oxen, but rather for the massive
bed at its centre, again with benches around the edges for the voyeurs. 
Shannon explained the etiquette of the big bed was that you arrive with a
partner or more, but as you go others on the bed may join if you accept
them.  To establish if you can engage with another person on the bed,
either ask verbally or touch them lightly, not on the privates.  If you're
brushed away, that is a no.  If they ignore you, that is an "ask again
later." Only if they respond to your touch in an inviting manner can you
continue.

   "There are a lot of yeses in this room, but don't take it for granted,"
was Shannon's advice.

   I wasn't sure I was ready for the big bed that night, but we'll see
where things go.  Tour completed, Shannon had just one more question for
us.

   "May I kiss you?"

   It wasn't what I expected, but for all that she was eleven years older
than me, she was hot.  In response, I wrapped my arm around her back and
pulled her towards me.  The kiss was gentle.  No sense of urgency, just the
sweet pressure of her lips on mine.  Kissing a stranger was exciting
enough, but a half naked stranger just made it that much more erotic.  A
moment too brief, and then it was over.

   Shannon left right after our kiss, and we went back downstairs.  I legs
felt a bit wobbly, and I thought that to completely enjoy the night, some
wine would help, so we went to the bar.  I ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio,
while Eve kept her drink virgin, sticking to a simple iced tea.

   *Chapter 5 *Wherein we locate our first catch

   More couples arrived while we were enjoying our drinks.  Although the
website advertised that both men and women should sport interesting
brassieres, few of the guys did.  I did see one man, maybe my age, dressed
in tight leather pants with a spiked bra, and a few that just had leather
straps joined together by rings over their nipples.  Leather isn't really
my thing, and I was hoping to see a cute boy in some kind of lacy thing,
but it didn't look like that was happening.

   The girls were another story.  Looking at them, I felt like I'd been a
bit (a lot) too conservative in picking my outfit.  A few had simplified
their lives and just gone topless, but most had put some effort in to
picking something out.  Several variations of see-through bras, and a few
like Eve's that just pushed up, but didn't cover anything.  One girl had
kind of the reverse of my outfit - covering all the boring bits and
revealing her breasts and the front of her thong.  While technically
meeting the criteria of keeping her pussy covered, the tight fabric of the
thong left little to the imagination as it outlined the shape of her lips.
I was feeling pretty horny, and though I was enjoying watching, I hoped
that we would meet someone to take upstairs soon.

   Eve asked me to dance.  The music was energetic and not conducive to
holding her closes so we headed out onto the dance floor.  Just like any
other club, except that I could myself think, and most of those thoughts
were about the number of naked or nearly naked breasts bouncing up and down
in my general vicinity.  Though I was still a bit unsure of the protocol,
as time went on and naked flesh occasionally bumped into me, I became more
comfortable and less on edge about avoiding any touching.  This kind of
openness takes some getting used to.

   I was getting sweaty, and pretty much ready to break for another drink
when Eve touched my shoulder, and encouraged me to dance my way over to the
couple she was looking at.  When I followed her gaze and saw the couple, I
agreed they were worth staying on the dance floor a bit longer for.  The
girl was about my height, with jet black hair and red glasses.  Though her
breasts were small, she was showing them off anyway, and wearing no top at
all.  She hadn't come completely exposed, though, as there was a small
black ribbon at the centre of each one, covering the areolae.  She was
wearing long pants, but they were suggestively low rise, and I could see a
few tufts of a "landing strip" like mine poking out the top.  The boy she
was with was blond and fit, and was sadly not participating in boobalicious
night, just dressed in a purple dress shirt and black pants.

   Eve, always the more outgoing one, introduced us and asked if we could
join them.  The dark-haired girl looked us both up and down and accepted,
giving her name as Erin and her partner's as Caen.  Erin was probably just
as aggressive as Eve, and while we danced, she grabbed me from behind and
felt me up.  I responded by reaching back and grabbing her ass, pulling her
close and we ground our hips together on the dance floor.

   After that song finished, I confessed to being thirsty, and we went to
the bar.  While we waited for our drinks, Erin asked me if we'd like to
take them upstairs.  After a quick glance at Eve that let me know I'd be in
big trouble if I said "no" (not that I wanted to), I agreed.

   We took our drinks to the upstairs lounge, and sat on a pair of couches
in one corner.  Other couches around the lounge were filling up, with many
groups of people, some as many as 8 people, chatting, touching, and
generally teasing each other.  I was sitting next to Erin, and confessed
that it was my first swing - I did not elaborate on my complete lack of any
sexual experience - and that I was a bit nervous.  She placed her hand on
my thigh and assured me that she'd be gentle, then leaned in and nibbled on
my ear lobe.  While not my most sensitive spot, it was enough to drive me
wild, and a leaned in and kissed her neck, then bit gently.

   Erin's hand was now rubbing along my inner thigh, which I parted ever so
slightly to allow her some space.  I wasn't too sure what to do with my
hands, but one was already busy holding me up, so I let the other one
wander to Erin's mostly exposed left breast, and I first lifted it gently,
then let my hand play over its soft surface, tugging gently when I reached
the ribbon that was glued to her nipple.  I thought it my come off, but it
was glued quite well, and I elicited a soft gasp from Erin, who was still
nibbling my earlobe.

   I had lost track of Eve and Caen, but Eve hadn't lost track of me.  I
felt her hair tickle my face as she bent over me from behind and kissed my
forehead.

   "If you're going to be so impatient, just finish your drink and let's go
get a room."

   I tilted my head back and saw that she'd removed the nylon chemise, and
she stood there in her red satin g-string, her push-up pointing her
beautiful tits straight out.  I reached back and pulled those breasts
towards me, and managed to briefly suckle a nipple before she pushed me
away and said "wait."

   *Chapter 6 *Wherein things get interesting

   Erin and I untangled ourselves and Erin said she'd meet us in the
viewing room, just give her a minute.  Eve, Caen, and I headed for the
viewing room, and selected a bed.  Next to us, there was a threesome in
progress, with a girl probably in her early 20s sucking on one man while
taking another, older - maybe 35ish - man from behind.  Another chick who
looked like she was the older man's wife was sitting on the couch watching,
with a hand down her pants, clearly rubbing her pussy.

   But we weren't here to watch, we were here to make our own show.  Eve
pushed Caen onto the bed, and motioned for me to come join her.  She wasted
no time in pulling off his pants, exposing his shaved and erect cock for
the world to see.  She pulled me down, and we each started licking up and
down a side, tongues occasionally playing with each other as we went.  I
tasted the clear liquid that oozed from the tip, enjoying the slightly
salty flavour.  A day for new tastes indeed.

   After a few minutes of this, I felt a pair of hands reach around me from
behind.  Erin had returned, and was looking for the critical knot that
would release the elastic holding the two sides of my dress together.  She
found it, giving herself easy access to start massaging my breasts.  This
was something of a distraction from my current task and I pushed myself
away from Caen, and pressed my back against Erin's chest, as she started
nibbling on my neck from behind.  With his cock to herself, Eve continued
Caen's blowjob, taking his shaft fully into her mouth and bobbing up and
down.  He groaned, and I doubted he'd last long.

   Eager Erin worked her hands down my bare stomach, keeping her lips
firmly attached to my neck, and reached the top of skirt.  I helped her
with its removal and enjoyed the sensation of being nearly naked in such a
public place.  My metallic blue g-string framed, but did not cover, my
landing strip, and the small bit of fabric left covering my slit was soaked
through.  Erin's hand now brushed gently through the fur above my pussy,
and was driving me absolutely wild.

   I heard Caen reach his climax, and looked down to see that Eve still had
her lips locked firmly onto his cock.  The she pulled away and looked
straight into my eyes.  When she smiled, a little dribble of semen escaped
from the left side of her mouth.  I wanted that slut so badly right then,
so I pulled away from Erin and went to give my 18 year old roommate a kiss.
Before locking lips, I licked the dribble at the side of her mouth.  Caen's
cum was sticky and kind of sour, but right then it didn't matter.  I wanted
my girl and I was going to have her.

   I pushed her back onto the bed, and leaned forward to give her another
kiss on her lips.  Then I worked my way slowly down her front, stopping
briefly to give each of her erect nipples a bit of special attention. 
While I was working on her belly, I felt Erin's hands wandering over my
ass. The angles were a bit awkward, so I pushed Eve further up the bed so
that I could kneel comfortably between her legs, and now when I leaned
forward to kiss her stomach, my rear end was proudly pushed into the air,
giving Erin easy access to do as she wished.

   She took advantage of this new position to grab hold of the strings held
my g-string together, and pulled them so that the fabric slipped into my
slit.  As she pulled and released, they stimulated my clit, and I felt an
orgasm start to build.  Not wanting to be the first of the girls to cum
tonight, I pushed Eve's legs up into the air so that I could get her thong
off, and then buried myself in her beautiful cunt.  It was already wet when
I started, and just got wetter as my saliva mixed with her fluids.  Her fur
tickled my face a bit, and I had to occasionally remove a hair from my
mouth, but I didn't mind.  I'd been dreaming of eating pussy since I was
12, and I was finally getting my chance.  I savoured her private taste, and
reached up to massage her breasts while my tongue teased over her clit.

   Erin was enjoying getting me off as well.  After continuing to play with
my g-string for a bit, she pulled it off to the side and used her fingers
to stroke the inside of my lips, pausing to pinch my clit at the top of
each stroke.  It felt wonderful, and as I buried my face into Eve's centre,
pushing my tongue as far into her hole as I can get it, I felt Erin's
fingers enter me.  Being fingered to orgasm might sound an awful lot like
masturbating, something I have lots of experience with, but the feeling
having another person involved creates is so much more intense and
powerful.

   I was close to the edge, and when Erin's thumb found my clit while she
still had fingers buried inside, it sent me over.  I screamed right into
Eve's pussy, muffling the sound, but also causing her to join me in mutual
ecstasy.  Erin wasn't done with me yet though, and while she kept playing
with me, she called Caen to come join her.  Caen had just been lying on the
bed, watching our lesbian tableau and recovering from his blow job.  I
pushed up from Eve for a minute, and watched through my legs as Erin guided
his cock into my wetness.

   A real man feels quite a bit different from a dildo, and feeling him
inside of me, I instinctively pushed back to meet his thrusts.  I wanted
more pussy though, and I was going to go back to eating out Eve, only to
find that she'd moved.  In fact she was turning herself around so that she
could slide under me, and we could 69 while Caen fucked me from behind. 
Once she was in position, I went back to servicing her with gusto, and she
started teasing my clit while Caen pumped from behind.  It didn't take long
before I had my second orgasm.  There was no one to share it with this
time, so when I came down again, I redoubled my efforts on Eve's pussy,
sticking in two fingers while my tongue focused on her clit.

   I felt her body tense under me when I found her g-spot, and I massaged
it.  It was hard keeping my tongue in the right place while I pumped at
Caen, but I managed to pull it in between my tongue and my front teeth,
which sent Eve over the edge.  I could feel her scream beneath my crotch,
while she squirted for the second time that day, this time covering my face
in girl cum.  I was contemplating the new, tangy, scent that enveloped me
when Caen grabbed my hips and pulled me back, impaling as far as he could
reach, and let loose a load of cum inside me.

   After he pulled out, Eve lapped up whatever mess he'd left, while Erin
moved around and did the same to the mess on my face.  I was starting to
get tired, but Erin hadn't had any fun of her own.  I pushed her onto her
back, and gently tugged the ribbon off of her left nipple.  She gasped
slightly as the adhesive was quite strong.  With it off, I used my tongue
too tease at her areola, enjoying the sight of her already aroused nipples
growing even more.  While Eve joined me on her other tit, my left hand
wandered down to the tuft of hair above Erin's pants.  I ran my fingers
through the hair a few times before reaching under the waist band, and
seeking her more sensitive spots.

   She was definitely primed and ready, and my fingers slid easily along
her cunt as they searched for her clit.  Eve moved away from her breast
stimulation duties to open the fly and pull off Erin's pants, exposing the
last bit of covered flesh on the bed.  I noticed for the first time that
we'd drawn a bit of an audience, maybe six or eight people enjoying the
show.  I had a brief moment of doubt, feeling very exposed, but it passed
quickly and I redoubled my efforts.

   Now that I wanted to put on a bit of a show, I wasn't sure what to do
next.  But Erin knew.  She called to Caen, asking him to get the toy from
her purse.  A moment later, he handed Eve a double-ended dildo, then he sat
down behind Erin, resting her head in his lap.  Eve rubbed the soft rubber
cock a couple of time against her own pussy, using her juiced to lube it
up. Then she inserted one end into Erin, and asked to come join her. 
Eagerly, I positioned myself between Erin's legs, and received my own end
of the dildo.  The two of us began to push back and for against each other,
while Eve sought out our respective clits.  It didn't take long before
Erin's breathing became ragged and I could tell she was close to climax.  I
propped myself up on my elbows so I could see the ecstasy in her beautiful
face as she came.  When she did, she impaled herself so far onto the toy
between us that our lips touched.  Feeling her spasms, I went over the edge
once more.

   I collapsed onto the bed and don't remember much after that.  Was spent
and just kind of lay there for a few minutes.  I felt someone remove the
dildo, and bodies moved around me, and I was vaguely aware that the
gathered crowd had a great view between my spread legs.  When I regained
awareness, my hand was gently running along my slit, and looking to my
left, I could see Eve lying beneath Erin, slurping up cum from the older
girl's pussy.  I guess Caen must have had one more go left in him.

   We dressed each other after that, teasing each others' sensitive spots
before covering them for the evening.  We exchanged numbers with Caen and
Erin, and they suggested we might come over in two weeks for an orgy they
were hosting.  I was a bit hesitant...it's one thing to pick an attractive
stranger or two to fuck, but at an orgy consent is presumed...I said we'd
think about it.

   A quick taxi ride home and we managed to sneak into the house unnoticed.
I gave Eve a peck on the cheek before we went to our separate bedrooms. 
For the first time in weeks, we didn't share our nightly ritual of
listening to each other get off.  I, for one, was spent, and drifted off to
sleep immediately.  Sometime during the night, I felt Eve slip into my bed,
and I slept like a baby enjoying this new sensation of another warm body in
bed with me.

   I know it was Eve's birthday, but I feel like I'm the one who got all
the presents.