I
The little party ended earlier than either of them had expected it to end. Shortly after midnight the last lingering friend had gone out the door, leaving Regina and Melissa to a living room of scattered bottles, tumbled food containers, and torn gift wrapping.
Regina, because it was in her nature, went to work on the mess immediately. Melissa, because she wanted to make a good start with her new roommate, helped her clean up -- with considerably less enthusiasm. They were both intoxicated, but they weren't falling down drunk, and they managed to clear the living room by pushing the pile of garbage into the kitchen, piling the dishes high in the sink for tomorrow, and filling two big white trash bags with the anything that could be thrown away.
That's when Melissa found the gift bag next to the coffee table.
"Hey," she said excitedly, "there's another present. We missed one!"
It was so thoughtful of their friends to give them presents for their new home, even if was just an apartment.
Melissa and Regina didn't really know each other, but two of their friends had been close since high school, and they had introduced them to each other last year.
When word went out that Regina was looking for a roommate to share an apartment, Melissa's friend thought of her and told Regina's friend. There had been a little bit of hesitation, because no one likes to live with a stranger, but they soon decided they could get along well enough to share an apartment -- hopefully.
"What is it?" Regina asked, stepping to Melissa's side.
Melissa reached into the bag and pulled out a long red box, tied by a ribbon.
She untied the ribbon, lifted the box top and stared at the contents, confused.
There was a little card on top.
"Enjoy your new apartment, you two. All the best! Love, Charlotte."
Charlotte loved her gag gifts, and she loved playing pranks, but this?
"I mean," Melissa said, her voice dry. "What is this? Why? Does she think it's funny? What the hell are we supposed to do with it?"
Regina looked at the object, equally perturbed.
"Let's just get rid of it."
Melissa and Regina looked at the overflowing garbage can and the two stuffed trash bags.
"Tomorrow," Melissa said. "I'm beat."
Melissa stumbled towards her new room.
Regina stayed behind, looking at the gift.
Finally, almost reluctantly, she picked the object up, removing it from its box.
It was a long, double-ended purple dildo, may two feet long. Two life-like cock heads at either end, thick and bulbous. The box even contained a container of lubricant.
Tiny words ran in a straight line down the middle, rising like little ridges, but Regina didn't bother to read them.
"What the fuck, Charlotte," Regina said. Then she put the dildo back into the box, replaced the cover, and put the whole thing in a long drawer under the coffee table.
Melissa was right.
They could deal with it tomorrow.
II
They were too hung over the next day to deal with anything, and by the end of the next day, a Sunday, both Regina and Melissa had forgotten about Charlotte's gag.
Both of them were so busy.
They hardly so each other, and they didn't exactly socialize at home. Sometimes Melissa streamed movies on the big flat screen she'd hung up on the far wall. Sometimes Regina played video games.
But mostly she went out, clubbing or hooking up.
Sometimes they all went out together, their group of friends, Charlotte among them, but she never mentioned the double-ended dildo.
A week later, on a Monday night, Regina found herself looking for AAA batteries for the remote.
"Did you try the coffee table," Melissa shouted from her room. "That's where I put them."
Moments later, she heard Regina yell from the living room.
"Oh my fucking god. I can't believe it."
Melissa scurried to the living room and saw the opened box on the table.
"Christ. That thing. I totally forgot."
Regina held it in her hand.
"I mean, what was she thinking? It's not like."
She didn't finish her thought, but Melissa caught the meaning, and shook her head emphatically.
"Just throw the damned thing away."
Regina's fingers slid softly along the surface of the dildo, strangely soft and yielding.
"Maybe," she said. "Maybe we should give it back to her. The next time we go out. Just plop it down in front of everybody. I mean. That would be kind of funny wouldn't it?"
Melissa shrugged.
"I guess so. Just keep it out of sight."
So Regina boxed the whole thing again and slid it back into the table drawer.
III
It was strange.
Unlike the first couple of weeks after moving in, neither roommate wanted to go out. Each one found some reason to stay home, hovering in the living room for a few minutes before going back to their bedroom, or messing around in the kitchen.
Melissa started cooking that week, eagerly inviting Regina to share a dinner, and Regina, to her surprise, found the food delicious.
And she began to really appreciate Melissa's company.
God, the girl could be funny.
That Monday night, though, after rediscovering the dildo, Regina lay in bed, suddenly feeling very horny. She slipped her hands into her panties and felt her hot wetness. A few rubs of her clit, her long fingers sliding over her saturated lips, brought out sighs of relief, but she wanted to take this further, she needed to really cum and really cum hard.
She rummaged for her vibrator, a long smooth bullet she liked to glide over her clit.
It didn't take long, she was so horny, but she felt vaguely disenchanted, unsatisfied afterward. It wasn't enough, even though she used it two more times again. It just wasn't enough. She wanted a body, a warm body.
Inevitably her mind drifted to the long dildo in its box, and what the two ends signified.
She used her bullet a fourth time, and fell into a fitful sleep.
IV
Neither of them were aware of it, at first, when it happened, if you could speak of it as actually happening. They didn't go out. They stayed home. They lingered in the living room, restless, fitful, eyes darting around the room and at each other.
They stopped wearing clothes.
Oh, they still wore their night shirts, their nighties, their pajamas, their boy shorts, and their panties. But they stopped getting dressed, fully dressed. They didn't bother wearing bras.
