Carmen and me Chapter 2

By Saturday of the weekend I seemed my old self again but the ache for Carmen was still there. I gathered now that Carmen and I were not only light-years apart in intellect but also in financial resources. Saturday I managed to go out with Roy, Jason and John and I had forgot all about Calculus I. It is truly amazing what a good bar and a few brews can do for a guy. Draft Corona, Ummmm, nothing like it! Tequila, a good movie and frozen Margaritas have a way of generating such a chemical amnesia to the extent that I could swear that I saw John Travolta in Angel wings. Maybe it had been a movie. I wasn’t sure. I knew that I was in heaven though, and a thought flashed that it was only Saturday.

That evening at the bar Jason managed to strike up a conversation with two sorority sisters and a friend of theirs. They were kind of cute, and the one I ended up dancing with was her friend who sort of reminded me of Rosie O’Donnell, except that she wasn’t famous, was about 40 pounds lighter, had blonde hair and obviously couldn’t hold her alcohol too well. Her name was Billie and she had an assortment of piercings in her ears that complimented her platinum blonde bob. The more she drank, the more she wanted to dance. By about 10:30 we all had tired of dancing and had retired to a booth in the back of the place. We were having a great time doing the grope thing and oral cavity explorations.

Billie’s tongue was double pierced. She had a navel ring and she told me about her nipple rings explaining that the tongue piercing wasn’t anything with all the characteristic slurs from too much alcohol. I’m sure that her tongue had about all it could tolerate functionally, what with the alcohol and piercing. Things were getting pretty loose and Billie flashed me more than once. We quit playing around and just talked after the people in the bar started noticing what was up. Billie said that she wanted to show me her tattoos. She told me that if I would come in she would give me a choice of a free tattoo. She said that she worked in a place called Indian Charlie’s. Indian Charlie specialized in “tribal tattoos” and she was hired and had started tattooing because she had an innate ability to draw that transferred beautifully to tattooing. We had a good laugh about the play on words, Indian Charlie’s and tribal tattoos. We were sort of inebriated and Billie explained that body piercing was a sideline with her. She asked me if I had any piercings that she couldn’t see. I replied no, I didn’t have any and I didn’t plan on having any. Soon Billie and I sort of just wandered off from the rest of them and left the bar. I found that Billie had an apartment within walking distance. We played on the way to her place and I ended up putting her over my shoulder and running up the street with her.

I was examining all of Billie’s pierced places by 12:00 A.M. Billie’s tattoos and piercings was quite an icebreaker. As she lay on the sofa completely nude I noticed that I was really thinking about how the piercings must have hurt. When I asked her about them she said that they didn’t hurt nearly as much as the tattoos. She nonchalantly was enjoying the exotic places on the “E” channel on the cable and I played with the rings in her nipples and admired the tattoos. When I asked her about them she explained that every time she had a new lover she got a new tattoo. Many of her tattoos were of scenes from the tropics, with lots of colors and themes. Apparently Billie had been around a lot of men because she had a lot of tattoos for someone her age, 25. She went on to explain that the piercings didn’t hurt as much as one would expect them to because the human body manufactured a substance called endorphins that even made some of the piercings somewhat pleasurable. I thought that she had to be kidding.

I turned up the light at her invitation to look at the piercings between her legs. She had three rings in each of her outer labia and a locking mechanism blocking any possible entry into her sex. Above the locking mechanism was a ring piercing her clitoris. The sight of her most sensitive part pierced by steel made a funny indescribable feeling in my groin. Eventually Billie told me where the key was kept that unlocked her. I went into the next room and it was right where she said that it would be. Billie was quite aroused at this point and she asked me in a raspy voice to be gentle with the rings as I handled them. I noticed that Billie was wet and by that time I had quite an erection.

I never have been one to take unfair advantage of a female even if I thought that that was what she expected. I asked Billie how we could ever do it without bothering her rings. Silently, she got up and got some jewelry chains from a jewelry box on her dresser. She then had me help her convert the sofa into a bed by unfolding the hide-a-bed feature that it contained. As I watched she turned up the lights and then carefully hooked the chains through the rings in her outer lips and then fastened them around her thighs so that when she spread her legs her vagina would open. The spectacle was all the more erotic because her hair had all been removed and she had the name Roger tattooed in ornate lettering across her pubic mound. As she lay down I asked her who Roger was. Billie started getting all watery eyed and said, “I loved Roger when we were in High School.”

“So what happened? Did he leave you for another girl?”

“No. He left me for a..a..guy.”

“What?”

“Yes, he told me that he was Gay and that he had only went with me to please his family.” “Danny, do you think that I’m a fat pig?”

“No, Billie, I don’t.” (What did she expect me to say at this point?)

“Fuck me, Danny. Make it all go away, then. Stay with me forever.”

I couldn’t believe it! I just stood there for a moment, with my mouth hanging open.

So there she lay, completely naked and aroused. I sat on the bed beside her and handled her intimate ornamentation while fully clothed. It was a power trip for me. I imagined that she was my private servant. I moved her clitoris ring very gently but firmly and she let out a moan letting me know that I was being not as gentle as I could be. “Careful, Danny.” She rasped, “You’ll make me cum too quickly.”

I had already decided to make her cum. I knew that she had planned on this and she reached for my shirt but I didn’t let her take it off. Billie looked and me and said, “Please take your clothes off.” I shook my head no. I wanted to remain fully clothed. As she started to orgasm she spread her legs further and grasped the edges of the bed. It was very erotic her being completely naked and at my mercy and I being fully clothed manipulating her most intimate areas as she was exposed in the bright light of the room.

She moaned very loudly as she came and I reached down and unzipped my fly exposing my erect member to the air. It was slimy with pre-cum and I used my hand to spread the lubrication over the length of my shaft. I brought my erection to Billies’ mouth told her to suck it. Billie proceeded to give me the most marvelous oral sex that I had ever experienced. Her tongue piercings tickled me in all the right places. Soon she was deep-throating me and I started to cum and I grabbed her hair plunging myself into her throat. She moaned and fought off gagging as our eyes made contact as my excretions shot into her and down her neck. I removed myself from her mouth and Billie visibly relieved washed me down with a drink from a hot can of mountain dew that was sitting on her table.

She asked me if I wanted a beer and I told her that the Mountain Dew looked good if she had a cold one. Billie started to put on a robe and I looked at her and said, “Billie, I want you to stay naked because I really enjoy looking at your body.” It was not a lie. I was strangely attracted to her markings and piercings. The enhancements made her interesting, but not really what one could call beautiful. She was cute like the actress Molly Ringwald, but not ravishing. She kind of had my attention for the moment. A fleeting thought crossed my mind for an instant. I wondered what Carmen looked like naked.

Billie went bathroom for a while. As she walked out of the room I admired the colorful tiger and dragon on her back that appeared to be entwined in a combat embrace. Her ass had a mouth with lips and a tongue on her right cheek. Her left cheek sported a colorful Harley-Davidson design with “Property of Darrell” tattooed above it. Her tattoos were very beautiful if you really like that sort of thing. Billie was all right in my book.

I looked over to a stack of photo albums lying under the table that the television rested upon. Curiosity finally got the best of me and I went over and picked it up and started thumbing trough it. In it were actual photographs of tattoos that were on different people. Tiring of that one I put it back and picked up another. In it were photographs of people tattooed in intimate areas of their bodies. Women with tattoos on their pubic mounds and multiple genital piercings and men pierced and tattooed in ways that made me marvel at their pain tolerance. I wondered how anyone could take so much pain. The piercings did seem to give Billie much pleasure. Maybe that was the reward.

As I looked through her work, album after album the scenes and work contained got wilder. The final album made my heart pound. The pages contained a before and after picture. On the first page the man was uncircumcised and on the next he was circumcised and pierced. The next page contained a photographic series of a man who had been castrated, before during and after. The next one had picture of a man who had been relieved of his scrotum in addition to his testicles. The first of the last several pages caused me unexpected arousal. In the last several pages the men had all of their genitalia removed. In a couple of photos the men were holding themselves apart so that you could see their asses and a small hole right above their asses. They were absolutely smooth. There was no hair, no penis or scrotum, just a small vertical scar where all of that should have been. One page contained a picture of a man pissing out of his hole where his dick should have been. None of them had any hair anywhere on their bodies. They were as smooth and naked as babies were with only one difference. Babies still had genitalia.

I heard Billie going into the kitchen and to the refrigerator to me the Cold Mountain Dew. When she returned I admired the tattoos around her breasts and pierced nipples. Billie said, “I see that you have discovered my work.”

“Y-y-yes”, I stammered.

“Well, don’t pay a lot of attention. A couple of them are faked for effect.”

“S-s-some of them…?”

“Yeah, the number of men that I did can still be contained on the fingers of one hand. They wanted it done and I was happy to be there for them. None of them ever complained”

I thought to myself what if they did? Would you cut out their tongues? At length I smiled at Billie and asked half seriously, “Were any of those guys the one who left you for a man.”

Silence fell. Billie got a far away look in her eyes and replied, “Not yet.”

After about an hour of television and kissing I eventually became aroused again. I then gently lay on top of her fully dressed with my penis out of my zipper on my pants. She had stayed completely naked and I penetrated her while I made sure that her ring didn’t become tangled and pulled in my clothing. We went at it for seemingly hours and Billies’ body glistened with perspiration. I came after a few minutes with Billie moaning and the whole time with multiple orgasms, she naked and I fully dressed.

After we separated Billie pulled up a blanket and covered up. After I got my fully spent member back in my pants and zipped up my fly Billie laid on the bed watching some beach party show on the “E” channel on the TV. I relaxed, turned down the lights and laid my head back taking all the pillows on the bed. As we lay there spent soon we both started to get a chill form the air conditioner. Billie stayed naked but we both covered up with the blanket and Billie fell fast asleep with her head in my lap. Soon I dozed off too.

I awoke about 6 in the morning to the sound of a dog barking increasing the pain from an already excruciating hangover headache. Billie laid on the bed sound asleep with her left breast uncovered and her left foot on the floor. She had a gold ring on her second toe that matched the ones in her nipples or at least appeared to match the ones in her nipples in the darkened room by the small night light in the wall outlet. It really wouldn’t be bad waking up next to Billie on a permanent basis, but I wondered how long it would take before she had me looking like one of the men who had “lost it all”.

Still, she was quite a good sex partner. She knew what it took to make a man happy and she wasn’t shy about giving it to him or displaying her body. I kissed Billie on the forehead and whispered I had to go. I turned the light by the couch on. Billie mumbled bye and something about locking the door and rolled over on the bed pulling her blanket up to hide her head from the light.

Doing this left her right ass cheek uncovered with the tattoo of pseudo art-deco style lips smiling and a tongue licking them. The tattoo had a tongue piercing. I remember seeing similar artwork on the front of an old vinyl record cover that belonged to my parents. No tongue piercing, though. That was unique to modern times and unheard of in my parent’s day. The tongue in the tattoo was pierced with a large stickpin with a diamond on each end. Underneath it in small script was written “nothing but the best”. Billie was pretty good. So was the tattoo. It was indeed a conversation piece. It had very bright reds with white teeth and a tattoo of a diamond that was amazingly detailed.

I found my way out of Billie’s place and started the trek home. In my mind the only one who could be the best would be Carmen. I had gone to the bar with my friends, ended up getting laid but now alone I faced a two-mile hike to get home to my apartment and I had a terrible headache and I was longing to see Carmen again.

All along the way I thought about Carmen. She could never find out that I went out with someone else. Or could she? Besides that, what right did she have to dictate to me what I could and could not do? If she found out she would just have to deal with it. I was sure that she wouldn’t leave me, maybe temporarily, but not permanently. I decided would make her jealous enough if she found out about Billie that she would never let me out of her sight again. She would most likely start sharing her wonderful body with me because she wouldn’t want to lose me. I knew that I sure didn’t want to lose her. I had it all worked out in my mind. I expected Carmen back on Sunday evening and I longed to see her. She would probably never find out that I had been with Billie.

I was in for some unanticipated developments.