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Ch. 18 Codes: Mf, teen, tattooing, piercing, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
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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