Piercing Memory
Posted by DiF on Tuesday, July 23, 2013 Under: Random
Title: Piercing Memory
Characters: Alyssa, David
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Word Count: 1507
Summary: Summer of 1997, the year before Alyssa's and David's final year at high school. The teenagers are feeling bored... and that usually leads to trouble.
Characters: Alyssa, David
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Word Count: 1507
Summary: Summer of 1997, the year before Alyssa's and David's final year at high school. The teenagers are feeling bored... and that usually leads to trouble.
July 17, 1997
Seattle, Washington
There was nothing that exceptional about that Tuesday. She had the day off, so did he. Hanging out at the lake had been fun. They had even gotten a little stoned, but the ennui of summer had set in. She needed something different to break through her boredom.
“David?” Alyssa’s hazel eyes flicked to him.
His eyes met hers over the lip of his soda can, “Yeah?”
“Can’t we do something different today?”
“Like what?” he asked, setting down the can.
“I don’t know. I just feel like we’re wasting our last high school summer.”
“Because you spend half of it sucking Chris’s d—”
“David,” she warned.
“Okay, okay,” he smirked. “So what do you want to do?”
“Something memorable.”
David took another drink from his can, glancing her over, “Let’s go get your belly button pierced like you keep talking about.”
Her eyes brightened, “Where?”
“I know a guy…”
An hour later, Alyssa stretched out on a table, her shirt tucked under her head. David sat nearby, watching the piercer swabbed her skin. He picked up the needle, told her to take a deep breath, and quickly punctured the skin at the top of her navel. Biting her bottom lip, she watched as he threaded the jewelry through.
“There you go,” he stated after twisting on the ball at the end. “I’ll give you cleaning instructions. If there’s any sign of infection, come back here immediately. In a month, you should be fully healed enough to switch out the jewelry. No swimming for a few days. And no bodily fluids…”
Looking down between her breasts, Alyssa smiled, “Thank you.”
“I bet if you blow him, he’ll pierce your nipples too,” David spoke up.
Alyssa instantly turned bright red, “David!”
“Um,” the piercer stood up. “That won’t be necessary.”
Once the guy left the room, Alyssa threw her shirt at David, “I can’t believe you said that!”
He chuckled, “He totally left with a chubby too.”
“You are such a perv!”
He grinned, “Come on. You got wet thinking about sucking his dick.”
“No!” her cheeks once more turned red.
“You mean if I were to reach into your bikini bottoms right now you wouldn’t be—”
The door opened again and the piercer returned, holding out a small plastic bag, “So here’s your aftercare stuff. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
The two teenagers left the studio — without paying a dime — a few minutes later. Despite her protests, David continued to push her about being aroused at the thought of blowing the piercer. Stopped at a stoplight near their houses, Alyssa glared at him. Grinning, he told her the light changed before she had a chance to once more tell him how perverted he was.
“Get out,” she declared, stopping in front of his house.
“Fine, but you’re coming with me,” he declared, opened the door, snatched her purse, and darted into his house.
Growling, Alyssa turned off her car and headed to the house in pursuit. The front door closed as she stepped in. Her eyes instantly went to David’s, reading his intentions a moment before he kissed her. His continued sexual teasing for the past half hour had not left her unaffected and she quickly melted into his kiss. Dropping her purse, David’s arms circled her waist, pulling her close.
“Ow!” Alyssa muttered against his mouth.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Aly,” he gently pulled back so he was no longer touching her piercing.
“It’s okay,” she breathed.
Grabbing her hand, David pulled her to his bedroom. He dropped her hand in the room, spending a minute to clear off his bed before letting her sit on it. Plopping down beside her, he leaned over and kissed her again. With little effort at all, David guided her to lie back. He wasted little time before removing her bikini top.
“You should have let him pierce your nipples,” he muttered huskily before leaning down and sucking on them.
“But then,” she moaned softly, “you wouldn’t be able to do what you’re doing now.”
“You’re right,” he responded before sucking on her other nipple.
Being certain to lie to her side, his fingers danced down the curve of her body until they reached the top of her shorts. He traced along her skin, careful to not touch her sore navel, until he reached the button of her denim shorts. Leaning up, David kissed her mouth as he unfastened her shorts and slipped his fingers over her bikini bottoms. Moaning softly, Alyssa’s legs parted, allowing his hand to dip down and rub the deep red Lycra against her sex.
“David,” she moaned, wiggling beside him.
He kissed her deeply once more before pulling away. Her eyes went to his, questioning his motives. He smiled and pulled his shirt off before standing up. Boldly he pulled his swim trunks off before sitting back on the bed. However, David did not lean over to kiss Alyssa again, but waited for her to come to him. It took her a moment to understand why he had not returned to kissing and touching her.
Getting to her feet as well, Alyssa removed her shorts and bikini bottoms. She straddled David’s legs, sitting down on his thighs. Eyes locking with his, her fingers wrapped around his erection, but did not move. Instead, she waited for a sign from him. David merely smirked and folded his hands under his head. Rolling her eyes, she leaned down to lick him but stopped.
“I can’t,” she muttered.
“Sure, you can, Aly,” he breathed.
She shook her head, “Bending over like that hurts.”
His eyes went back to her piercing. Saying nothing, his hands came out from under his head and went to her thighs. He carefully guided her forward, making her hands drop from his cock and rest against his chest. With his cock lying against his stomach, David guided Alyssa to rub her sex up and down it. One hand left her thighs to rub her clitoris.
They continued like that for a few long moments. Alyssa’s hands left David’s chest, moving to cup her breasts instead. As her head dropped back in a moan, David’s hand left her clit and circled his cock. On her next downward grind, her hot, wet body engulfed his erection. Her eyes flew open as she gasped, looking down at him. Smirking, both of his hands went to her hips, once more guiding her movements.
Letting her slowly ride him for a few minutes, David enjoyed Alyssa’s moans and groans. His fingers tightened on her hips as she lifted up, keeping her from sinking back down on him. Groaning, he thrust up into her, making her body squish and her lips moan. David quickly pounded her, wanting nothing more than to roll over and continue, but worried he might smash into her sore piercing.
Suddenly, David pulled her off him. Giving Alyssa no time to consider his actions, he turned her around. As her fingers flattened against his headboard, he thrust deeply into her from behind. She arched back for his thrusts, squealing when he slapped her ass. With a few more quick, deep thrusts, Alyssa’s body tensed, squeezing around him as he continued to thrust into her.
Pushing deeply into her, David grunted. Electricity shot down his spine and into his erection. Grabbing onto his cock, he pulled out of her after one squirt inside her quivering body. His orgasm spewed out on her dewy flower and ass, before he collapsed onto the bed next to her. Sighing, Alyssa rolled onto her side, facing David, and gently kissed him.
He smiled crookedly, “I think today has been a more…memorable day.”
Alyssa shifted closer, draping one leg over his, her fingers dancing dangerously close to his semi-soft cock, “Oh most definitely. Most definitely.”
His hand grasped hers before she began to stroke his fire again, “So in two weeks, you’re going to suck him off and get your nipples pierced, right?”
She pulled her hand free and slapped his chest, “Not a chance.”
“How about… I get my dick pierced and you get your clit pierced?”
Alyssa flushed, “No!”
David chuckled and pulled her into a kiss again, “Fine, fine. But I get to pick out your first belly ring.”
“That’s not fair.”
His hand rolled over her hip and he quickly thrust two fingers into her wet body, “Life’s not fair.”
Alyssa’s eyes closed and she moaned softly as he began to stroke her, “How about a bet?”
Continuing to finger her, he smirked, “Okay. What’s the bet?”
“Whoever,” she paused to moan again, “cums again first… gets to choose the belly ring.”
Pulling his fingers out, David stroked himself a couple of times, rolled over between her legs, and thrust back into her, “It’s a deal.”
A few minutes later, Alyssa sat at David’s computer, wearing his boxers and her bikini top, scrolling through images of belly rings — while he pouted in bed, his cock still standing at attention.
His eyes met hers over the lip of his soda can, “Yeah?”
“Can’t we do something different today?”
“Like what?” he asked, setting down the can.
“I don’t know. I just feel like we’re wasting our last high school summer.”
“Because you spend half of it sucking Chris’s d—”
“David,” she warned.
“Okay, okay,” he smirked. “So what do you want to do?”
“Something memorable.”
David took another drink from his can, glancing her over, “Let’s go get your belly button pierced like you keep talking about.”
Her eyes brightened, “Where?”
“I know a guy…”
An hour later, Alyssa stretched out on a table, her shirt tucked under her head. David sat nearby, watching the piercer swabbed her skin. He picked up the needle, told her to take a deep breath, and quickly punctured the skin at the top of her navel. Biting her bottom lip, she watched as he threaded the jewelry through.
“There you go,” he stated after twisting on the ball at the end. “I’ll give you cleaning instructions. If there’s any sign of infection, come back here immediately. In a month, you should be fully healed enough to switch out the jewelry. No swimming for a few days. And no bodily fluids…”
Looking down between her breasts, Alyssa smiled, “Thank you.”
“I bet if you blow him, he’ll pierce your nipples too,” David spoke up.
Alyssa instantly turned bright red, “David!”
“Um,” the piercer stood up. “That won’t be necessary.”
Once the guy left the room, Alyssa threw her shirt at David, “I can’t believe you said that!”
He chuckled, “He totally left with a chubby too.”
“You are such a perv!”
He grinned, “Come on. You got wet thinking about sucking his dick.”
“No!” her cheeks once more turned red.
“You mean if I were to reach into your bikini bottoms right now you wouldn’t be—”
The door opened again and the piercer returned, holding out a small plastic bag, “So here’s your aftercare stuff. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
The two teenagers left the studio — without paying a dime — a few minutes later. Despite her protests, David continued to push her about being aroused at the thought of blowing the piercer. Stopped at a stoplight near their houses, Alyssa glared at him. Grinning, he told her the light changed before she had a chance to once more tell him how perverted he was.
“Get out,” she declared, stopping in front of his house.
“Fine, but you’re coming with me,” he declared, opened the door, snatched her purse, and darted into his house.
Growling, Alyssa turned off her car and headed to the house in pursuit. The front door closed as she stepped in. Her eyes instantly went to David’s, reading his intentions a moment before he kissed her. His continued sexual teasing for the past half hour had not left her unaffected and she quickly melted into his kiss. Dropping her purse, David’s arms circled her waist, pulling her close.
“Ow!” Alyssa muttered against his mouth.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Aly,” he gently pulled back so he was no longer touching her piercing.
“It’s okay,” she breathed.
Grabbing her hand, David pulled her to his bedroom. He dropped her hand in the room, spending a minute to clear off his bed before letting her sit on it. Plopping down beside her, he leaned over and kissed her again. With little effort at all, David guided her to lie back. He wasted little time before removing her bikini top.
“You should have let him pierce your nipples,” he muttered huskily before leaning down and sucking on them.
“But then,” she moaned softly, “you wouldn’t be able to do what you’re doing now.”
“You’re right,” he responded before sucking on her other nipple.
Being certain to lie to her side, his fingers danced down the curve of her body until they reached the top of her shorts. He traced along her skin, careful to not touch her sore navel, until he reached the button of her denim shorts. Leaning up, David kissed her mouth as he unfastened her shorts and slipped his fingers over her bikini bottoms. Moaning softly, Alyssa’s legs parted, allowing his hand to dip down and rub the deep red Lycra against her sex.
“David,” she moaned, wiggling beside him.
He kissed her deeply once more before pulling away. Her eyes went to his, questioning his motives. He smiled and pulled his shirt off before standing up. Boldly he pulled his swim trunks off before sitting back on the bed. However, David did not lean over to kiss Alyssa again, but waited for her to come to him. It took her a moment to understand why he had not returned to kissing and touching her.
Getting to her feet as well, Alyssa removed her shorts and bikini bottoms. She straddled David’s legs, sitting down on his thighs. Eyes locking with his, her fingers wrapped around his erection, but did not move. Instead, she waited for a sign from him. David merely smirked and folded his hands under his head. Rolling her eyes, she leaned down to lick him but stopped.
“I can’t,” she muttered.
“Sure, you can, Aly,” he breathed.
She shook her head, “Bending over like that hurts.”
His eyes went back to her piercing. Saying nothing, his hands came out from under his head and went to her thighs. He carefully guided her forward, making her hands drop from his cock and rest against his chest. With his cock lying against his stomach, David guided Alyssa to rub her sex up and down it. One hand left her thighs to rub her clitoris.
They continued like that for a few long moments. Alyssa’s hands left David’s chest, moving to cup her breasts instead. As her head dropped back in a moan, David’s hand left her clit and circled his cock. On her next downward grind, her hot, wet body engulfed his erection. Her eyes flew open as she gasped, looking down at him. Smirking, both of his hands went to her hips, once more guiding her movements.
Letting her slowly ride him for a few minutes, David enjoyed Alyssa’s moans and groans. His fingers tightened on her hips as she lifted up, keeping her from sinking back down on him. Groaning, he thrust up into her, making her body squish and her lips moan. David quickly pounded her, wanting nothing more than to roll over and continue, but worried he might smash into her sore piercing.
Suddenly, David pulled her off him. Giving Alyssa no time to consider his actions, he turned her around. As her fingers flattened against his headboard, he thrust deeply into her from behind. She arched back for his thrusts, squealing when he slapped her ass. With a few more quick, deep thrusts, Alyssa’s body tensed, squeezing around him as he continued to thrust into her.
Pushing deeply into her, David grunted. Electricity shot down his spine and into his erection. Grabbing onto his cock, he pulled out of her after one squirt inside her quivering body. His orgasm spewed out on her dewy flower and ass, before he collapsed onto the bed next to her. Sighing, Alyssa rolled onto her side, facing David, and gently kissed him.
He smiled crookedly, “I think today has been a more…memorable day.”
Alyssa shifted closer, draping one leg over his, her fingers dancing dangerously close to his semi-soft cock, “Oh most definitely. Most definitely.”
His hand grasped hers before she began to stroke his fire again, “So in two weeks, you’re going to suck him off and get your nipples pierced, right?”
She pulled her hand free and slapped his chest, “Not a chance.”
“How about… I get my dick pierced and you get your clit pierced?”
Alyssa flushed, “No!”
David chuckled and pulled her into a kiss again, “Fine, fine. But I get to pick out your first belly ring.”
“That’s not fair.”
His hand rolled over her hip and he quickly thrust two fingers into her wet body, “Life’s not fair.”
Alyssa’s eyes closed and she moaned softly as he began to stroke her, “How about a bet?”
Continuing to finger her, he smirked, “Okay. What’s the bet?”
“Whoever,” she paused to moan again, “cums again first… gets to choose the belly ring.”
Pulling his fingers out, David stroked himself a couple of times, rolled over between her legs, and thrust back into her, “It’s a deal.”
A few minutes later, Alyssa sat at David’s computer, wearing his boxers and her bikini top, scrolling through images of belly rings — while he pouted in bed, his cock still standing at attention.
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Tags: "1997"
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