This is a continuation of Window Seat - Part 1. Emily narrates this portion of the tale. Read and heed the warnings from Part 1. Have fun.
Enjoy.
I'm not sure when I came to the realization, but it was an important moment. I was a very sexual person. Sex was always going to be a very important thing in my life. I knew girls that had sex only because it was expected of them and I knew girls that could take it or leave it, but me? I thought about it all the time. Constantly. I was always looking at guys like most guys looked at girls: meaning seeing them as prospective sexual partners and wondering what they'd be like.
While I wasn't a total slut, I loved getting having sex, I loved getting guys off and I love the feeling of becoming aroused. When I wasn't doing those things, I was thinking about it- or masturbating in secret thinking about it. Luckily I was, with no false modesty, an attractive young lady. Though I did wish my boobs were bigger. I was conscientious and a hard worker. I heard myself referred to as "talented and perky". I was never wild about that description, but whatever.
I was discrete- I didn't make it known that I loved sex as much as I did. I was particular- I didn't sleep with everyone, but I like to think the guys that I did consent to go to bed with had a wonderful time. Outwardly I was a normal girl. I was a good girl and I looked the part. As far as anyone knew I was a good girl going to University and learning about the theater and other things I love. And yes, I love sex. It's a wonderful thing finding people along the way that feel the same way. And sometimes we find them in the most remarkable places.
I went home every Christmas. In between I usually called home about three of four times a month. Just letting them know I was still alive and doing well. Or now and then Mom would leave a message on my machine. I'd tell her what plays I had been cast in- how classes were going and how my job was. Mom would talk about relatives I barely knew. She'd talk about things at the church and how Dad's job was going and how Eden was still doing so well in school. All that stuff- all the same.
I always looked forward to going home- and being spoiled, but I hadn't been home since Spring Break- almost 6 months ago and I had no idea that anything was different. I always laughed at Mom and Dad keeping my room for me- it was just the way I had left it. Usually when a kid goes off to college the bedroom gets turned into a sewing room or a den or something. Everything was always the same. Eden was buried in her books, Dad was working hard and Mom was trying hard to find subtle ways of asking if I was seeing anyone serious. I told her I dated a bit, but was too busy with classes, rehearsals and working part time to worry about things like that. I guessed that she was concerned for my safety and well-being. Or so I thought.
It was late Friday afternoon of Homecoming Weekend when Eden buzzed to get into the dorm. I had just got back from a class and I ran down to meet her. We hugged in the bustling lobby and I grabbed her suitcase and after a quick bite in the cafeteria, we headed up to my room. Thankfully the roomie was away for the weekend so we had the place to ourselves.
Eden had called and asked if she could come up and see me just a few days after I had been telling Sean, in a sex-mad haze, what I wanted to happen. It had just been a momentary fantasy, but the timing of her call was way too spooky, a bit more than coincidence. It was the first time she had asked to come up to see me alone and I could tell she was amazed by what she saw as we ate in the noisy hall and made our way up to my room.
She had been here for an interview for the scholarship she wanted and she and Mom and I had gone out for a supper before they went back home. She hadn't seemed interested in seeing the co-ed dorm until now. All the way up in the elevator and down the hall Eden was quiet- just an occasional "Wow..." or "Holy shit..." muttered under her breath.
There were guys and girls of all sizes and descriptions, talking and flirting in the hall, stepping out of their rooms in states of undress to call out to friends- making plans for the weekend and exchanging thoughts on what homecoming parties would be the best.
I introduced Eden briefly to a couple of floor mates as we passed- one was a guy who tossed out a wolf whistle as we parted. When we got to my room and closed the door, Eden leaned against it and held a hand to her chest. "Was that whistle for you, Em...? Or...?" She was blushing like crazy. "He was... gorgeous..."
I laughed as I slung her suitcase onto the other bed and sat on mine. I had two bottles of white wine chilling in the mini fridge under the desk and pulled one out. "He's ok, I guess. I don't go for the obvious stud type. He was probably whistling at you... and... those things."
She blushed deeper and looked down at her breasts. "Thanks for the shirt, Em, and thanks for the card- and the book."
"Well, I'm sorry I wasn't there for your big one-eight, but we were in rehearsals."
She moved her hands over the t-shirt gift. "Its lovely... I guess I kinda fill it out a bit, huh?"
"No problem, lil sis... It looks good on you. It's your color. And yeah, you do fill it out." I paused with a wine bottle in my hand. "I'm envious."
She laughed, peeling off her fall jacket and tossed it onto the bed. "Bullshit. You're the pretty one. The fun one, the popular one. The one with boyfriends. I'm the geek. Maybe I just got... hooters as a consolation prize." She shrugged. "I'm just starting to not be embarrassed about them."
"It's about time. You're looking good, E. You seem... more relaxed." It dawned on me- my little sister had a look about her- a bit more worldly. "Have you got a boyfriend, now?" She had always worn bulky, knit sweaters and shapeless turtlenecks. I used to call her Velma, from Scooby-doo. "You have new glasses, too."
She smiled shyly. "Not a boyfriend per se... but I have a few stories. I guess I'm not as innocent as I thought I was. I hope you have some too, you little slut. Are you going to open that wine or are we just going to look at it?"
We were sitting on the floor, leaning back against the beds with our feet almost touching. I leaned forward to tip a bit more wine into her coffee cup. It was a common thing to have a little wine with dinner at our house. Sometimes more than a little. I asked how Mom and Dad were doing and she smirked and rolled her eyes and said, "Ellen and Dave are doing fine- but that's a story for later." I could tell she wanted to tell me about something, but I had to be patient. Presently she began.
"After 4 years of high school I realized all I cared about was science. Physics, chem, math... It was all I wanted. Give me numbers- give me data, give me facts!" She cocked a sarcastic eyebrow and whispered, "But to get into this dump of a university on the full scholarship I truly deserve, they said I need a background in the humanities, too! I need history classes and English classes. Or, as they put it, something other than just barely passing grades. So Mom and Dad convinced me to take the year and take the classes I needed at JC so that's that I'm doing."
She held up her fingers and counted. "Since the beginning of summer, I've done early American History and a survey of World History. Chaucer and Shakespeare. Then we just started with the Brontes, Austen and Dickens... Next is recent American History and European History and then Fitzgerald, Hemingway and Heller." She shook her head and sipped her wine. I nodded. I could see what a challenge it would be for her- but she'd do fine.
While we were growing up, Eden and I had playful ongoing discussions about whether we were related at all. I was artistic and outgoing and I got average marks. Eden was quiet (except around me) and absolutely brilliant when it came to math and sciences. I was sort of slender with an almost boyish figure and barely average breasts. I was green-eyed with straight, light brown hair. Eden, on the other hand, had curly, jet black hair down to her shoulders, a fair complexion and blue eyes. She wasn't fat by any stretch- but she was shorter, and solidly built, curvy, with a set of boobs I honestly envied. Even Mom's weren't as big. She jokingly called herself "The Foundling."
"So what's this big story you wanted to tell me?"
She excused herself to go to the bathroom and when she got back she tossed her bra into her open suitcase. She sat back down and playfully shimmied her shoulders. I could see her breasts sway freely as I opened the other bottle. She wasn't fat, she wasn't really thick in the thighs or ass, but she was solidly built- a healthy American girl. "Honest to god, E, if I had tits like yours I'd get laid all the time."
She cocked an eyebrow, sarcastic. "So you're not getting laid all the time, Emily? I'm disappointed. I thought you'd be invited to an orgy every week, you sexy thing." It was my turn to blush. For all her bluff and bravado, the Eden I knew was shy and sheltered about sex "Besides, maybe if I had your personality and popularity, I wouldn't still be a virgin." I paused; my glass halfway to my lips. Something in the soft way she said this told me that shy girl was starting to come out of her shell.
I was three years older. Growing up in the same house together, we had talked about many things, including sex, but only in general terms. Never had we talked this openly or bluntly. Still, I wondered how I'd be able to tell her about Jen and Kevin, and what had happened with Sean. I was certain she'd disown me if she knew what had been talked about. I urged her to go on with the story.
"I don't know if I should tell you, Em. You might think I've gone right off the deep end. I don't want you to judge me. It's kind of wild." I told her I'd never judge her and I'd stand with her like always- until the end of time. She took another sip, smiling mysteriously and leaned back against the bed.
"Okay. The story. You remember Carrie Backler, right? She and I had been fighting for marks and awards since freshman year. Well, we sat together at the geek table at lunch with all the other misfit toys, way in the back. And it was okay because we could see everything that went on and make snide comments about the jocks and jills and the beautiful people. Just before the prom there was a huge thing about these two couples breaking up and then getting together with the other and it was a mess.
"The whole darn school was up in arms- siding with whoever and all that. Carrie and I were just observers and one day an argument broke out right the cafeteria. It almost ended up in a cat-fight. Carrie leaned over and whispered in my ear. She said what was the big deal about the prom anyway? You get an expensive dress and let some slobbering jock tear it off you at the end of the night and fuck you silly. She said that she didn't see why the beautiful people got to have all the fun. She whispered in my ear and said, "Nerds have needs, too!" and I just about spit my milk through my nose. Then almost every hour on the hour after lunch and the next classes she'd lean in and whisper "Nerds have needs" and I'd laugh. We were walking home and she told me she was working on a plan and she'd tell me tomorrow.
