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Ch. 18 Codes: Mf, teen, tattooing, piercing, rom
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Marianne and Hayley had some family function to attend on Sunday, so I didn't
see the girls again for a few days. Marianne came by on Wednesday, and after
an hour or so in bed, told me how she and Hayley had been discussing her
tattoo. With the possibility suddenly open, Hayley was now having some
second thoughts. But Marianne later called me Thursday night to tell me it
was on.
"So, I was thinking we could all go out tomorrow night and do it."
"The three of us?"
"Right. We can go back to the same place I went to. It's pretty clean.
Nothing sleazy at all."
"You really think this will work? What if they want to see some ID?"
"How about if we pretend to be your stepdaughters? Would that work?"
I laughed. I had been using that idea often enough so far.
"It's worth a try. Worst they can say is no."
"Phat. Anyway, I was thinking."
"What about, Kitten?"
"Would you care if I got a belly ring? To go with the tat?"
I thought about that for a moment and realized that I liked the idea.
"A basic one, right? Nothing big and obnoxious?"
"Right. Not a big stud. A little gold ring."
"I think that would look hot."
"Okay. I haven't decided, but I'm thinking about it."
She and Hayley were waiting for me when I got home the next day. For once,
Marianne left her Bug at home and let me drive. We went to dinner first, at
the same bar & grill we had gone to the night I got Marianne's car. The
tattoo parlor was down by the beach, near the University, and by the time we
got there, the place was packed with students milling around watching the
action. Only a few people were getting worked on, though, and I got the
attention of one of the artists after we had been there a few minutes.
"My stepdaughter wants to get a tattoo."
He looked Hayley and me over for a moment.
"She's underage?"
"Right."
"You have to sign a form first."
"No problem."
He dug around behind the counter until he found the requisite form, which I
filled out and signed. I wondered if I was committed a crime by doing this,
but if I were, it was certainly less serious than everything else I had been
up to lately.
Hayley produced the design she wanted, a cartoon cat sticker I had often seen
decorating the back windows of other people's cars, wherever it came from.
She explained how she wanted something much smaller but in the same motif.
The artist led us behind the counter and had Hayley sit in a contraption that
looked like an upright weight bench, facing away from him. She loosened her
jeans and exposed the spot where she wanted the tat. Marianne and I stood
with her as the artist finished the preparations.
Hayley let out a little squeak of pain when he started, squeezing my hand
tightly. Marianne brushed the hair back from Hayley's face, looking down in
sympathy.
"I told you it was going to hurt, short stuff."
Hayley whimpered, closing her eyes.
"Did you decide about the belly ring?" I asked.
Marianne grinned.
"Yeah. I want to get it. Is that okay?"
"Sure."
Luckily for poor Hayley, she had picked a simple design, and the artist was
done in about ten minutes. It looked pretty cute, and Hayley twisted around
to examine it as best she could when he held up a mirror for her.
"What do you think?" she asked me.
"Looks great."
"It looks good," Marianne said. "I like it."
The artist bandaged her up, and Hayley pulled her jeans over the square of
gauze. She winced when she buttoned them up and pulled the waistband a bit
higher. Marianne tried to comfort her again, hugging her with one arm.
"Okay. I want to get the belly ring," Marianne told the artist.
After she displayed her driver's license, he repositioned the bench and had
her lie down on her back. She picked out the ring she wanted, and after
disinfecting her navel, he slipped the ring into a piercing gun. Marianne
closed her eyes and held my hand tightly. She jerked once, squishing my
hand, when the artist shot the ring into place. Then she sat up to examine
it.
She giggled.
"That looks so cool."
It did, and it gave a definite "bad girl" cast to her otherwise wholesome
blonde beauty. I realized as I looked at her that it didn't really change
how she looked as much as it brought out more of her real self. Marianne
*looked* a lot more straitlaced and normal than she really was, and now that
she was legally an adult, I suspected that she was taking the opportunity to
express herself more than she could have previously.
The artist explained about maintaining the piercing until it healed, and then
I paid him for the two operations. We left for home at about ten. Hayley
squirmed in her seat the entire way back, unable to get comfortable with a
new tattoo on her butt.
We regrouped in the den, and I gave them both a couple of Advil to deal with
the pain. Hayley finally pulled off her jeans and lay on her stomach on the
floor. Marianne squatted in front of the TV and began digging through my
collection of videotapes.
'What are you doing, Kitten?"
"I feel like watching a porno."
Hayley perked up at this.
"You have pornos?"
"He has a bunch. You wanna watch one?"
"Sure."
Not waiting for my opinion, the two of them sifted through the stack of tapes
for about a minute before selecting one of those slick Andrew Blake films.
Marianne slipped it into the VCR and then lay back against me on the couch.
Hayley stayed on the floor but scooted up as close to the TV as she could
get.
We had been watching the movie for about half an hour (shortly after Hayley
observed, "This has, like, no plot at all. It's just sex." "That's the
stuff this guy makes," I explained) when the doorbell rang. Whoever it was
then began pounding on the front door.
"What the fuck?" Marianne said.
I stopped the tape and got off the couch. Marianne followed tentatively
about ten feet behind me, with Hayley hiding behind her. I looked out the
peephole. It was some kid, but the light was off and I couldn't see anything
else.
I turned on the light and opened the door. I then saw who it was, and
realized instantly what was going on, but Marianne, as it happened, was the
first one to say anything.
"Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed in disgust. "Randy, what the fuck are you doing
here?"
He was drunk, and if the smell of liquor on his breath was not enough of a
tip-off, he held a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his fist. For some
reason, it wasn't anger I felt at that moment, but pity.
He staggered, pointing his finger at me.
"You think you're so fucking great with all your money. I know you're just
using her. You don't love her like I do. She'll figure that out one day."
I shook my head, but again Marianne responded before I could.
"Randy, Jesus Christ. You loved fucking me, that was all. You loved showing
me off to all your friends. All I was to you was a piece of arm candy."
Marianne had come up to within a few feet of the door, but Hayley, apparently
realizing the diceiness of this situation, had disappeared back into the den.
Randy spluttered.
"I loved you, goddamnit. I did. And now I have to listen to everyone at
school talking about him, laughing at me behind my fucking back. All because
I don't have money like he does. Well, I'm going to be big some day! You're
going to fucking regret dumping me for him!"
"You're not going to do it behaving like this," I said.
He swung his finger back around at me again.
"You just shut the fuck up! I don't have to listen to you!"
Marianne laughed in his face.
"You're so pathetic, Randy. If you think I'd ever come back to you after
this, you're even dumber than I thought."
His nostrils flared, and he panted for breath a few times.
"How can you say that after what we had?" he blubbered. "You just lose it to
me and move on? Was that all it was?"
She laughed even harder now.
"Randy, sorry, but that was bullshit. You weren't my first. I just told you
that because you were so uptight about being a virgin."
His face reddened.
"Okay. I get it. You just fuck your way around town, huh? I was just a pit
stop." He glared at me. "You just wait. She'll do the same thing to you
when she gets sick of you. Just watch."
"I think you'd better go now," I said.
"Yeah. I'll go. I'm gonna tell everyone what a fucking whore your
girlfriend is."
*That* was enough to finally piss me off. I took a step toward him, and he
staggered back down the porch. Marianne grabbed my arm before I got any
further.
"Steve, don't. Don't listen to him."
She glared down at Randy, who was now trying to keep from falling into the
hedge along the walkway.
"You go ahead, Randy. You tell people whatever you want. I'll tell them how
you showed up here all drunk and pussy-whipped begging me to come back to
you. Who do you think is going to look worse?"
I wasn't so far out of high school as to be unable to envision what a story
like that would do to Randy's standing among his male friends, whatever he
chose to say about Marianne. I couldn't help grinning slightly.
Randy stood fuming on the walkway for a few seconds. Marianne stepped to the
edge of the porch and waved her arm toward the street.
"Get out of here, dammit! Before I have Steve call the cops."
"Call the fucking cops! I'll tell them what you've been doing with him."
Marianne scoffed.
"I'm eighteen now, or did you miss that one? They won't do a fucking thing
besides arrest you for being drunk and underage."
Randy gave her, and me, a final glare, and stumbled back down the driveway.
I watched until he was gone. Marianne drifted into the house, rubbing her
forehead, and I shut the door.
"Shit. That *asshole*."
I hugged from behind.
"You think he'll cause trouble at school?"
"I doubt it. What can he do? He's already been talking shit about me
anyway. Everyone knows he's just upset because I dumped him for you."
I saw Hayley emerging from the den, still in her T-shirt and panties,
distress marring her pretty face.
"Is everything okay?"
"It's all right," Marianne said. "It was just Randy being a baby."
She took my hand and led me upstairs. We lay down and she lay alongside of
me. Hayley lay on the other side and snuggled under my arm.
"How's your butt?" I asked her.
"Still sore. I don't think I'm in any shape to do anything tonight."
I hugged her.
"It's not a problem."
She sat up.
"I think I'm just going to go home. I'm kind of tired. Is that okay?"
Marianne rolled on her back.
"Be careful when you get home, short stuff. If Mom finds out about that tat,
all kinds of shit will hit the fan."
"I know. I will be."
She kissed me goodbye and then left. Marianne stayed next to me on the bed.
When Hayley was gone, I rolled on my side and kissed her, reaching up to play
with her big tits. She returned the kiss for about a minute before pushing
me back.
"Do you remember what I said about Tiffany last week?"
"Refresh my memory."
"How I said I wanted to fuck with her if she decided she wanted back into
this?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"Well, she does. She's been getting all chummy with me again this week. I
told her I didn't want her back over here if she thought she was too good for
us, and she kind of threw a hissy fit."
"What are you going to do?"
"What I thought of doing is making her my sex slave for one night. Just to
push her buttons. See how badly she wants this. Would you like that?"
My eyebrows rose slightly.
"Sex slave how?"
"Just tie her up a little, blindfold her, make her go down on me. Nothing
really serious. Maybe spank her a little. That kind of stuff."
I laughed.
"Where is this coming from?"
"I just thought it would be cool. Do you wanna?"
"If she's willing. Not if you're coercing her somehow."
"I won't be. I'll just tell her what's involved and what she has to do. I
think she'll do it. She's always been sort of into that Goth, S&M kind of
thing, you know? You've seen all the piercings she's got. She did those
fucking things herself, can you believe that? She pierced her own fucking
clit."
"She told me. When?"
"Tomorrow night? I'll call her in the morning."
"Works for me."
We recoupled, and I began undressing her. When I had her down to her
panties, I paused to look her, taking in the effect of her new belly ring.
She slipped her panties off to expose the kitten tat and lay there grinning
up at me. Her stomach was smooth and athletic, and the ring drew my gaze
from her beautiful breasts down toward her pretty blonde twat. The ginger
kitten winked at me on the way down.
"Do you like it?"
"You're the sexiest thing on Earth. I mean it."
She smiled.
"I want to tell you something. Just in case you're still thinking about
Randy."
"I'm not."
"Just let me say this. Randy did not love me, never mind what he said
tonight. He's just too dumb to know that. Randy never looked at me like you
do, like you're doing now. It was all drooling and hard-ons with him. He
had no patience at all. He never saw *me,* not the way you can. I think all
he ever saw was my tits."
"I'm sorry."
"This is why I love you, not because you've given me all this stuff. You
make me feel safe and protected. I know you care about me, the real me.
Randy didn't. I always felt like I had to defend myself from him on some
level, you know, because he never gave much thought to what I wanted. You
do."
"I try."
"No, you do. You really do. I know I can trust you. I've never really felt
like that about anyone else. And I will never do to you what I did to Randy,
like he said. Never."
I caressed her face, looking down into her big blue eyes.
"I know that, Kitten."
"Because I love you more than anything."
I bent down to kiss her, and she put her arms tightly around my neck. She
writhed against me, pulling me closer. I wasn't completely undressed yet,
but she made short work of the few clothes I had left. She whimpered through
her nose as we kissed, almost hurting each other with our mouths. She
grabbed for my erection as soon as it was exposed, and I crawled above her,
slipping into her easily.
She wrapped herself around me, holding tight, moving as I moved. We
continued kissing, sucking at each other from two directions. I rolled over,
pulling her on top of me. She pulled up her knees to sit on me, then reared
back, gripping her breasts in her hands. She moved her hips back and
stretched her thighs out to the side, letting me probe even further inside
her. I thrust up, lifting her up on my cock. She groaned, rocking herself
back and forth as she twisted her nipples slowly.
She rode me in a steady rhythm, and I held myself up for her, caressing her
thighs. Her motions became less controlled and more spasmodic as she neared
her release, jerking and humping at me. A series of convulsions began to
wrack her body, and she thrashed uncontrollably over me, finally throwing
herself forward with a sharp cry and spraying her long blonde hair all over
my face.
She let out a little whimper, still twisting over my erection.
"Now you."
She fell slowly to the side, and I rolled back on top of her. She spread
herself open for me, urging me in as deeply as I could get. I felt myself
bottoming out against her cervix, and she shuddered at the contact. She was
so wet and ready now that would scarcely have felt her were she not also so
tight. She squeezed herself, pinching the base of my cock. I withdrew
slowly, relishing the wonderful feel of her, then plunged back in. I fucked
her with long, slow strokes, trying to control myself, until my balls were
aching with sperm. I sped my thrusts, and Marianne suddenly spiked up at me,
digging her nails in to my back and came again. I released the brakes now,
hammering into her as the cum began to boil at the base of my cock. I let
out a grunt just as her orgasm was subsiding, and shot what must have been a
gallon of sperm inside her.
We lay together, holding each other, for a while afterward. We said nothing,
but little seemed to need saying. We made love again a bit later, and then
she went home.
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