closer and whispered, âWell, Iâve imagined what it would feel like.â
Maureen smiled right at Tom, then walked off. She wasnât surprised when, two days later, he called her house.
âHow about going out with me next Saturday night?â he said.
She could hear tension in his usually confident voice. After they hung up, Maureen sat by an open window in her bedroom and played with her breasts. She remembered the look sheâd seen on his face as he stared at the statue of Christ. She pictured Tomâs hands with stigmata in them.
That was it. Her legs parted as her fantasy unfolded before her. The dripping bloodâ¦her own tongue pushing through the stigmata as she heard his cries of ecstatic pain.
She held off coming, although she knew she could come when she wanted to.
In her mind, she lingered over every inch of Tom, imagining what she didnât yet know, kissing, sniffing, licking. The taste of blood was vivid in her mind. She waited until the aching was excruciating to let herself come. And when she did, it swept over her in great waves.
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As Saturday approached, her plans took shape. She knew that on their first date theyâd have to get pierced together.
Tom suggested your typical movie-and-a-soda date when he picked her up. Maureen, though, knew that Tom had a rep for liking to drink, and suggested that after the movie they go to a bar. He looked at her slyly.
âSome girls donât want to risk getting caught,â he said.
âYeah, well, Iâm not one of them. So why donât we just skip the movie and go straight to the bar?â she said.
They swapped wicked smiles.
There was a mob at the door to the bar, and they managed to slip in without being carded. Tom ordered beer after beer, while Maureen matched him with harder stuffâstraight tequila shots.
Tom caressed her hand under the table. Maureen, eager to get the evening off to a faster start, shook his hand off and put her own hand on the crotch of his jeans.
She leaned over and, making her voice as breathy, wet, and steamy as she could, said, âLetâs go make out in your car.â
A little lick and a bite, and he was ready to do whatever she wanted. They hid their beer bottles under their sweaters and slipped out of the bar and into the car. They necked for a few minutes.
Tom pulled away and smiled at Maureen.
âI bet you give a great blow job,â he said.
âYeah, I do,â she said.
They necked some more. Maureen let him feel her breasts, and kept brushing her hand over his crotch. Tom was a groaner, she discovered, enjoying the feeling of power she had over him.
Their lips were growing sore and swollen, the carâs windows were steamy, and the passenger area smelled of sweat and musk.
âFuck, Jesus!â Tom said. âYouâve got to show a boy some mercy. I donât know how long I can keep going before I explode.â
Maureen felt his hand on the back of her head, pressing it down. She squirmed away, giving his crotch a good squeeze as she did so.
âIâll give you the best blow job youâve ever had,â she said.
âNow, baby,â said Tom.
âBut Iâll only give it to you on one condition.â
âAnything, baby.â
ââAnything, Maureen,ââ she corrected him.
âMaureen,â he said dutifully.
Maureen pulled back. âDid you see the tattoo and piercing parlor a few doors down? Iâll suck you off, every last drop, after you and I go in there and get pierced together.â
âWhoa,â said Tom. âThatâs freaky.â
âIt isnât freaky,â said Maureen. âItâs kinky. And I think we both like that.â
Tom got that look back on his face, that happy and horny look. âAll right,â he said. âLetâs do it.â
They stumbled over to the parlor a few doors down. They pushed through the door and as they did, Maureen realized