Pretty In Ink by Scott Hildreth Read Free Book Online

doing and saying the things other girls did and said, but I had previously made fun of them and laughed at them when they did so. Now one of the girls I had always despised, I had to refrain from being honest about what I was feeling or thinking for fear of ridicule.
    “So you sucked his cock for a donut? On the first date?” she asked.
    I exhaled and shook my head as I placed the needle in the tattoo machine. “No, I sucked his cock because I wanted to. I used the donut as an excuse.”
    “It doesn’t matter, Stevie. You sucked his cock for a donut in his mind. And on the first date. I swear,” she said.
    “Well, I have a new rule about fucking on the first date, so that was clearly out,” I said.
    “What is it?” she asked.
    “I don’t do it anymore,” I said.
    She shrugged her shoulders and chuckled. “Since when?”
    “Last weekend,” I responded as I nodded my head toward her thigh. “But now that we’re past the first date, he better be ready, because I’m going to fuck his brains out.”
    She closed her eyes, shook her head, and sighed lightly.
    “You ready?” I asked as I dipped the needle in the ink.
    “Not yet,” she responded. “Back to the donut blowjob. Did he at least like it?”
    I wrinkled my brow and cocked my right eyebrow slightly. Riley’s eyes widened as she waited for me to respond. Actually, I enjoyed this little bit of banter about Wilson. I had never really been able to talk about my sexual experiences with another girl, and doing so with her while watching her facial expressions was pretty entertaining. Even though we were the same age and sex, we were worlds apart.
    I leaned forward and rested my forearm on my thigh. “Fuck yes he liked it. I don’t just suck a man’s dick. I make an event out of it.”
    “What do you mean?” she asked.
    “I switch it up. A little hand action, no hands, I’ll bang it against the back of my throat a while, deep throat it, short stroke it, lick it, suck his balls, and when I’m not sucking ‘em, I’m playing with ‘em. But I always try to maintain eye contact and make sure he’s enjoying it,” I responded proudly.
    “Did he…you know?” she whispered.
    I coughed a laugh. “Jesus, Riley. Are you fourteen? Did he what?”
    She glanced around the empty shop, and after satisfying herself that no one had snuck in, responded.
    “Did he cum?” she whispered.
    I stood from my stool and glared at her. “Well, it wouldn’t have been much of a blowjob if he didn’t, now would it?”
    Sitting on the side of the chair with her legs dangling over the edge, she looked up and wrinkled her nose. “In the car? He came in the car? While he was driving?” she asked.
    “No, he didn’t blow a load in the seat of the Porsche. He came in my cute little mouth,” I said as I sat down.
    “So you like him?” she asked.
    “Here we go again with the high school shit. I sucked his cock, didn’t I? I don’t go sucking random dude’s dicks very often, and I especially don’t if I hate them. Jesus. Yeah, he’s pretty cool. And just so you don’t spend all fucking afternoon wondering, he isn’t cool because he sent me the car. He’s cool anyway. And he’s fucking pretty,” I said.
    “Pretty? Guys aren’t pretty,” she said. “I bet he’s handsome.”
    “He is handsome. But he’s pretty. Just wait, you’ll see,” I said. “Now, you ready?”
    “Just wait a minute. When are you going out again?” she asked.
    “Tonight,” I responded.
    “Two nights in a row?” she asked.
    “Really? Don’t act like I’m some idiot. You and fucking dude are always together, like every day. Seriously, did you just ask me that?” I snapped back.
    “I was just asking. It just didn’t seem like you, you know, going out two nights in a row. Sorry,” she said.
    “Well, like I said. He’s cool. And he’s fucking pretty. Now sit fucking still,” I said as I stepped against the switch.
    As the machine began to buzz, Riley sat up straight and