Hi. You can call me Evelyn.
There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this with you because it gets me off. If you don't like me, I don't care. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. You might want to keep some tissues handy.
My momma loved Kenny Rodgers. She played his songs over and over. Mostly, I hated them, but Kenny has this one song about gambling I did like. Part of the chorus goes:
You've got to know when to hold them / Know when to fold them / Know when to walk away / And know when to run. These were all things that Devon did not know.
Overall, she's a plain girl. She has brown eyes and narrow lips. When we lived together, she kept her mousey hair in a perpetual ponytail. From the neck up, she was flawlessly forgettable. From neck down, it was a different story. Devon wasn't a slender girl, but she wore her weight in all the right places. She had luscious, voluptuous curves to the tune of 36 DD. Devon knew how to capitalize on them, wearing tops that drew eyes downward. She was an English major, a poet. The pictures she could effortlessly paint with words were hauntingly heartbreaking and vivid. She was also melodramatic and a little dense.
For three years Devon had shared a dorm room with Madison, Lacey, and Virginia. Perfect little princess Madison was the traffic hazard kind of head turner with her blonde curls, long legs, and angel's face. Instead of blood, Lacey's veins carried a distilled concentrate of crazy, sexy, and cool. You might think that I look like trouble, but let me tell you; trouble looks like Lacey. The last girl, Virginia, was gone when I arrived. Her graduation opened up the dorm room that I moved into. I've never met her but, from the pictures I've seen, she looked a lot like Madison. Living in the shadow of girls like those, it's no wonder Devon was insecure. To compensate, she gave herself away. Madison derisively referred to her as 'the queen of unintentional one night stands' behind her back.
Most kids say they want to do stuff like saving the whales or the polar bears when they grow up. My childhood ambition was to eat the weak. You may be inclined to pity Devon. She was pathetic. I don't do pity. I do contempt. Devon was Madison's fawning sycophant. It was like Madison was everything Devon wanted to be and never could. She hung on Madison's every word and laughed at all of her incredibly vapid jokes. For her part, Madison enjoyed having an inferior lapdog to kick around.
I have a passing interest in sociology and psychology. I dabbled in both with my electives. My psych 1000 class was on the far side of campus. Even worse, it was a morning class. After dragging myself out of bed and hiking all the way out there, finding out that class had been cancelled did not make me a happy camper. So, back to the dorm I went. That's when I met Levi. Devon was in some writing workshop with him. They'd been arbitrarily paired for a collaborative assignment. She'd only brought him to our room because she thought we'd all be gone. I couldn't blame her. Levi was cute in that artsy, intellectual way. To be blunt, he was a hipster. Normally, I don't like hipsters, but I can forgive a lot for dimples, blue eyes, and washboard abs. He was wearing tattered jeans, a skintight t-shirt, and a blazer. Rectangular, black rimmed glasses completed his look.
Levi and Devon were sitting on the floor amid a bedlam of open books and scattered papers. The look she flashed me when I walked in the door was anything but welcoming. She smiled and greeted me, of course, but she was really saying, "Fuck off. He's mine." That was her first mistake. I wasn't in the mood for flirting. I would have just gone back to bed, but no. The stupid girl just had to draw a line in the sand. Lines make me want to cross them. Naturally, I walked in and plopped down on the coach. Devon's eyes shot daggers at me, but I deflected them with feigned ignorance as I introduced myself and inquired about the nature of their project. I was wearing a tank top and a tiered, ruffled skirt that showed a lot of leg, especially sitting. Levi noticed. Devon noticed him noticing. I might have left it at that, just a warning shot across her bow, but Devon didn't back down. She started talking over me and briefly touching Levi's arm or knee as she did. She'd upped the ante. That was her second mistake. I had all the cards and it was my turn to wager.
I slid off the couch and joined them on the floor, sitting cross-legged. Oh, I pushed down the skirt to cover myself once I was situated, but by then Levi knew my little secret. I never wear panties if I can help it. I very rarely let people see. Just knowing that I could let them is usually enough for me. Not this time. As the conversation continued, I leaned back, propping myself up with my hands. My legs were completely exposed and my posture threatened to unveil what little the skirt still obscured. Levi's eyes never wandered far. Teasing people turns me on. I started to get a little wet. That was when Levi took his blazer off. It was a game changer.
Levi's right arm was covered from shoulder to elbow in a weaving, Celtic patterned tattoo. His nipples were pierced, each with a little barbell. For me, it was like Clark Kent turning into Superman before my eyes. "Oh, wow," I said sitting up. "They're pierced. Can I see?" Levi beamed. Devon scowled. I like to think she died a little on the inside when he lifted his shirt and let me touch them. "I've heard it makes them more sensitive," I said causally, as I flicked one of the metallic balls with my finger nail.
"It's true," Levi answered. He was staring down into my tank top. I flicked his piercing again and his gaze came up to meet mine. I smiled and then very deliberately looked down at his lap. Rock hard. Devon muttered something that sounded decisively derogatory, got up, and stormed into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her. I pinched and twisted Levi's piercing. His face contorted with painful pleasure. He would have fucked me right there on the living room floor if I wanted. With my freehand, I took one of his and slid in below my skirt.
Levi was not shy. His fingers found me more than ready to receive them. "Devon likes you," I said as he fingered me. He nodded a disinterested acknowledgement. In all fairness, I was rubbing his cock through his jeans so a little distraction was understandable. He was thick, I guessed six or seven inches. Not a monster, but certainly enough to get the job done. "Are you into her?" He shook his head. "Well, if you want to fuck me, you're going to have to do her first," I said. Some part of me always expects these kinds of gambles to blow up in my face. They rarely do. If you ever find yourself suffering from a surplus faith in humanity, I can fix that right up.
Levi's brow gathered in intrigued confusion, but his fingers never stopped. Mine either. "What?" he asked.
"You heard me," I said, trying to keep my voice level. I was on the cusp and I needed to talk fast. Devon wasn't going to sulk forever. "She likes you. Pretend to like her back. Sleep with her." I was panting the words. "I'll only let you into my bed if you crawl out of hers first." In the bathroom, Devon turned the faucet on. I presumed she was washing her sad, little tears away. She shouldn't have challenged me. "Listen. I'm going to go into my room. You're going to apologize to her and say you were just trying to make a good impression with her roommates because you like her so much.... MMmmmm... fuck... That's nice... Do... Do you understand?" I was cumming. He was nodding, grinning. I pulled his hand from between my thighs and, looking him in the eyes, sucked his fingers clean. "One for one, Levi. You do her, I'll do you. If she ever finds out, the deal's off. We good?"
The bastard was so totally into it. "Very," he said. I gave his cock a last squeeze, gave him my cell number, and went to my room. Like a bad girl.
