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Wednesday had been shocked the first time she heard Enid touching herself, but after night after night of the same thing, the noise could almost be considered comforting, if you were into that kind of thing. She never looked, not when she knew Enid was preparing. She knew the soft scrabbling as she lay there, her legs spread and her pants down. It was always that first breath that startled Wednesday, though, the soft sigh as she felt her skin. Enid was mostly silent as she touched herself, but sometimes, she would mouth words, and sometimes, those words would be said just loud enough for Wednesday to hear. A lot of the time, the word was "Ajax", but today, something different passed her lips. "Oh, Wednesday."
"Did you just say my name?" Wednesday's eyes opened and she sat up, the sound making Enid cover herself and curl up. She switched her bedside lamp on and Enid hid beneath the sheets, though the damage was already done. She looked into the bright blue eyes of the other girl, waiting for an answer. She received nothing from Enid's nervous lips, but a single curt nod gave Wednesday all the confirmation she could ever want. "Why?"
"B-Because... I like you, Wednesday." Enid's hands were clasped and she cowered against a mountain of stuffed toys.
"Hmm..." Wednesday thought. "No point hiding, I've heard you doing this at least a hundred times. At least you could give me the courtesy of being a voyeur."
"If you say so..." Enid trailed off, resuming her position. She was half-naked on the bed, her upper body covered in a thin pink top, while her lower body was exposed. She was shaven between her legs. She had to coax her claws back to normal before she started. It was normally a reaction to a high emotional state, fear or anger or arousal. Maybe that was why she had been having trouble with them the first few days after Enid had met sat up, slowly removing her top and giving Wednesday a look at her whole body, from the tips of her pink and blue hair, down to the soles of her feet, completely vulnerable and completely bare. Wednesday, in contrast, wore a very large black and white striped t-shirt and similarly patterned night trousers, long enough to cover her feet in its voluminous width. "Actually," Enid put one clawed finger up, "I need you to show me some of you before I start." She was smiling giddily, very pleased with her request.
"If you insist," Wednesday's tone was dry as sandpaper. She slipped her pants off, throwing them off the bed. Where Enid was pale, Wednesday's skin was the colour of washed ivory, starchy white and delicate as porcelain. She wore no panties, though that part of her was mostly obscured by the t-shirt, much to Enid's irritation. But her legs were enough motivation, and Enid found the pleasure within her as she slid her hand between her legs, pushing her fingers inside herself and rocking her hips back and forth, shuddering exhalations the only sound in the dark.
Wednesday felt a touch of warmth in her breast, the kind of thing she felt during a good torture session. But this was not torture. In fact, it was the opposite, pure pleasure that begat pleasure in her. It was an almost alien feeling, trying to claw out of her thumping heart. She was staring. She hadn't thought she would be staring, not more than she normally did. But this, watching the girl stare into her glassy black eyes as she touched herself, made her clench her fists and want more. Wednesday had never thought she would be attracted to a woman, but it made more sense, considering she had never taken the slightest interest in any boy. Part of her had wondered if she was asexual, but her mother had been adamant that that was untrue. 'Wednesday, darling. You just haven't found the right person yet.' Well, it seemed that she had been right. It had taken a cute blonde werewolf to turn her into a simpering mess.
Enid dragged her eyes away from Wednesday, shifting left and right and bringing her head back to groan more loudly than she ever had in the weeks previous. She was really letting herself go. Wednesday stood, bringing Enid's attention back to her. She was never normally awkward, but with this, it made her think twice, the words halting in her throat on the first attempt. "Can I... help you?"
Wednesday was met with a curious look and a raised eyebrow from her roommate. "Really?"
"Yes. You seem to be interested in me, so I may as well show my interest in you." Wednesday took off her top, showing alabaster breasts with black nipples, small and round and taut with arousal. Enid did the same, shifting off her light pink top and sighing happily as she approached.
Wednesday surveyed the naked figure in front of her, examining as if she were a body. She saw the nails, a rainbow of colour, saw the light pink skin that ran all the way up her arms. Saw the vein in her neck pulsing quickly. Wednesday's eyes ran down now, down the slender neck to the slender chest, two pink dots for nipples. She went further, shifting to her stomach, her hand unclenching as she saw her lean figure. Though the girl was shaved both on her legs and between them, the amount could fluctuate drastically day-to-day, what with Enid being a werewolf. Between her legs, though, was where Wednesday found her interest. She never thought it would be so pink. Wednesday's own pussy lips were black as pitch, but Enid's was positively vibrant in comparison, pulling the eyes down to it with a magnetic radiance.
"What would you have me do?" Wednesday asked, wanting to know how best to proceed.
"What would you like to do?"
"I don't know, Enid. That's why I'm asking you." The girl grinned at that, sitting up and beckoning her onto the bed.
"I want you to touch me. Even if you hold my hand, I'll like it." The werewolf held a hand out for Wednesday, who took it, fighting down that instinctive dislike just for Enid. Her other hand reached into empty air, thoughtful and awkward, not knowing where to be. But Enid guided her to her chest, pressing Wednesday's pale palm over her breast and feeling the quickening beat of her heart, the calming rhythm almost making Wednesday smile.
She felt the change in Enid's skin, from the smooth softness of flesh to the pointed tip of her pink nipple as it brushed against her hand. She gave Enid's chest a squeeze, and Enid squeezed her other hand, smiling up at her and leaning closer. Wednesday allowed a kiss, but did not expect the new ferocity of her contact, a snarling tangle of lips that pushed and pulled her with urgency. When their lips broke, Enid let out a low moan, wanting more. She guided Wednesday's hand down, down between her legs, touching the back of it to the warm wetness and holding it there to let her feel her pulsing lust. It felt as if her whole body was beating for her and her alone, and though it took a few moments before Wednesday decided to touch Enid, she did it happily.
She started with a single finger, the digit sliding neatly into her. She waited until she found her rhythm before adding the second, then quickly slid a third in, rocking her palm against Enid's body as she dipped her head back. Her nails jutted out, tall and sharp, aroused quickly, but Enid retracted them and gripped at her sheets, balling her hands up as she growled with pleasure, staring balefully up at the other girl. Lucky for Enid, Wednesday had a good grasp of anatomy and was easily able to find the best ways to please her partner, though Enid had done enough of that herself to make her own efforts fleeting in comparison. Enid came quickly, her thighs rising and her toes curling and her back arching and she howled into the still night, long panting breaths calming her as her body was wracked by orgasm.
"I think my work here is done," Wednesday said, bending down to kiss Enid one last time before departing to her bed.
"Wednesday?" Enid asked.
"Yes?"
"Do you ever touch yourself?"
"Not half as much as you do, Enid," Wednesday retorted, though she did not mean for her remark to sound insulting.
"Well, if you ever need a hand, I'm here." Enid offered.
As Wednesday lay there, she felt warmth course through her icy veins, a sign that maybe she might enjoy the next few months at Nevermore.