EJ

Chapter 4: getting to know Eva

I couldn't take my eyes off her buttocks as she took the few steps over to the case open on her bed. She took out a top and turned back towards me as she put it on.

Eva had two tattoos: a small imp with a trident on her upper arm and 'Hot Bitch' in stylised writing across her stomach. She must have seen me looking at her stomach.

"Not very tasteful, is it? I was pretty pissed when I got that. I was going to get it removed, but then my mother told me get rid of it, so of course, I didn't."

I gave her a twisted smile.

"Pretty stupid, ay?" she said as she returned my twisted smile.

We remained staring at each other for a few moments. Do something I thought, "Do you want to go for a walk and have a look around?"

"Good thinking," she replied instantly.

I stood up and moved towards the door then paused. I didn't want to fire her up again, but, "I read in the rules that students are required to wear the school uniform at all times Monday to Saturday unless at sport or specifically told otherwise."

"Shit, really?"

I shrugged, "I mean it might be alright, you know enrolment day . . ."

"And it might not be. Fuck, I don't want to get a detention on my first day. Detention, that's a laugh, more likely fifty lashes. Give me a moment."

She started to remove her top. I couldn't take another dose of this gorgeous girl in bra and panties; I fled to the bathroom saying I needed a pee.

I gave the toilet an unnecessary flush after a brief sit and returned.

"I feel like a geek."

"Don't fish for compliments," I rejoined sharply, but with a smile.

We wandered around, our journey punctuated by Eva's caustic wit. She was funny.

Out the back we discovered the sports facilities: tennis courts, swimming pool, netball court, playing fields, etc. Eva was impressed.

I remarked, "I bet you're super good at sports."

"I can hold my own," she conceded.

Back inside, Eva found an unlocked door, "Hey, its the music room, come look."

I was immediately drawn into the room by the sight of a beautiful grand piano standing there.

"I bet you play super good."

"I can hold my own."

We laughed at our silly parroting.

"Go on."

I couldn't resist. I sat down and lifted the lid, touched a few keys, played a couple of chords, a few snatches. It was a superb instrument and perfectly tuned.

'Go on, play something."

So I did. A few bits and pieces and then eased into Fur Elise, just one of Beethoven's numerous masterpieces.

I finished the lovely but easy first section and heard a voice. "But can you play the next sections."

A woman had come in by a side door; how long she'd been standing there I didn't know.

And I didn't know what to do, so I just continued playing the far more difficult next section. It was no trouble, I'd been playing it for as long as I could remember.

After a couple of minutes the woman interrupted, "What is your name?"

"Jodie Kent, miss."

Eva was cool, "Eva Preston, miss."

"My name is Miss Hewson; I'm the music teacher. You girls should not be here."

We started to get up, mumbling excuses.

"But," Miss Hewson continued, "I doubt I'll find you for the next twenty minutes or so."

She turned and walked out.

Eva and I looked at each other, grinned comically and shrugged.

We had fun. I played all sorts of stuff, usually trying to please Eva. Her favourite was Music Box Dancer.

Miss Hewson returned; it had been more like forty minutes. "Alright, scram you two," she said with a smile.

We scrammed.

Eva draped an arm around my shoulders and mused as we walked along the corridor, "You know my dear Jodie, there has been a significant improvement at Stalag Wessex in the last hour or two. We now know that there is at least one nice teacher and I've found out that I've got a roommate who is attractive, clever and plays brilliant music."

That gave me a buzz and I had to return the compliment; which I did impulsively with, "And poor me, I'm stuck with the most beautiful roommate in the college."

"Hey, babe, are you trying to hit on me?"

"Am I what," surged through my brain, but aloud I said, "No way, now behave. We'd better go and finish unpacking.