Page 5 of His Good Girl

“Rude much? Anyways. Remember that guy with the tattoos we met at the bar right after finals?” Not waiting for a response, I plow on, “Before we left, he told me to come visit his shop, so I stopped by on my way to work on Friday. When he found out I work at a gym, he offered a trade: ten workout sessions with me for the side tattoo I’ve been wanting.”

“You didn’t! Did you get a tattoo?”

I laugh at her I’m grasping my pearls tone. “Well, the start of one, it’ll take at least another sitting to finish. I’m going next week after he closes down the shop to finish it.”

“Why after he closes?”

“Oh, the owner has a stick up her ass and said if we’re doing a trade deal it needs to be done on his own time. So, I’m going in after closing. Back to my new kink! He warned me that the area by my ribs would hurt. I was all geared up for it, but the second the needle hit me, I got so turned on.”

Marcee’s laugh is loud. “Girl, only you could get your rocks off to pain.”

“Wait, there’s more. So, like I said, it instantly turned me on. Plus, he is so hot, with all those muscles covered in tattoos. Yum! I could see all the bulges along his back and shoulders while he was bent over me, and I almost leaned forward to bite him. But I digress. So, I was getting more and more turned on at each scrape of the needle. At one point, I fucking whimpered. I played it off like it was pain, but I’m pretty sure he saw right through me. I tried to rub my thighs together for some friction to ease the tension and must’ve moved a bit because he stopped tattooing and slapped my ass!”

Her snort of laughter sets me off, laughing so hard my ribs hurt. “If he was working on your side, why was your ass out?”

“I was debating between a side or hip tattoo when I headed in, so I wore my tennis skirt and a thong. Meaning, when I was curled on my side, my cheek was exposed. Again, beside the point. After he spanked me, I froze and he said, ‘Now, be a good girl and hold still.’ Marce, I mean, come on! I drenched my panties right there. The look in his eyes was a dare, and I was about to offer to drop to my knees and suck his cock. Unfortunately, his boss chose that moment to walk in and be a little bitch.”

“Bahaha, aww, poor baby, do you have blue balls now?”

“Hardy har har.” I try to infuse my words with righteous indignation, but fail miserably, dissolving into laughter again as I peek at my new tattoo, already loving it. It’s a floral design of hibiscus and plumeria that starts along my ribcage and curves up around the side of my breast. The needlework is delicate and feminine—it’s perfect. The rumble of an engine draws my attention. “Where are you? It sounds like you’re driving.” There’s a huff and I swear to the gods that I can hear her eyes rolling over the phone.

“Seriously, Lexie! Did he spank your short-term memory out of you? I told you on Wednesday that I was headed to my dad’s place to say goodbye.”

Shortly after we started college, Finn launched his own tech consulting firm. It was going really well, according to Marcee, and he had some connections in Dubai, so he’s headed there for an extended business trip and possibly to take on a partner.

I haven’t seen Finn much since graduating, not at all since freshman year, and that was only in passing as I picked Marcee up to head to the airport to see her mom. Boy, that was a mistake joining her! Vivian had gotten drunk, called me a whore, and told me to never show my face in Napa again. All because some guy hit on me at the bar she took us to, bribing the bouncer to let us have stamps on our hands showing we were twenty-one so we could drink. She was in her “I'm a cool mom” era and wanted to party with us. She had been flirting with every male, and I must’ve missed her talking to this particular frat guy, and when he did a body shot off me, she lost her mind. Screaming about me being her daughter's slutty friend, and that she knew my “daddy issues” left me a promiscuous hoe that was so desperate for attention that she would spread her legs for anyone.

Marcee and I had left the bar, and Vivian had called Sheila to calm her down. On the way home, Marcee asked a hundred times if I was okay. She over analyzes everything and couldn’t fathom that her mom hadn’t upset me. I mean it was rude, but she looked like a lunatic, so I was able to shake it off. Marcee hugged me, tipsy herself. “You know I love you, right? I need you in my life, Lexie. Seriously, every goody two-shoes needs that friend who isn't afraid to talk about her experiences with no filter. Hell, I would still be a virgin scared of peniseses.” I giggled as she stuttered on the pluralization of penis.

Marcee stayed for the rest of the week, but I flew back to campus early and hit the gym. Which had worked out because they offered me a position teaching fitness classes, which was something I was interested in, even if I didn’t need the money. Needless to say, I decided to cool it on visits with Marcee’s family. Although I could never see Finn acting like that. I also know it would break me if he did, so it was better to avoid and not risk the pain. Right?

8

ALEXIS

Three months later

I pound on the door to Marcee’s bedroom. Her music is cranked up and I'm too excited to wait, flinging the door open, I flounce into the room. Marcee is doing her hair and makeup. She’s so beautiful, but for some reason she can’t see it and insists she needs makeup to look good.

I spin and pull my shirt to the side so she can see my finished tattoo. It was done last week, but we were on fall break and she had gone to visit her grandma, so it’s the first time I'm seeing her. “Oooh, that came out so pretty, Lexie!” She comes closer to inspect the intricate details.

“Oh, it gets better.” Spinning to face her, I lift my top, flashing my bare breasts at her.

“What the eff, Lexie?” Her eyes go round as saucers when she sees my brand-new nipple piercings. “Okay, wait, but seriously, what the actual frick!”

Laughing, I flop gingerly onto her bed. My nipples are still a little sore but getting better by the day.

“Well, you know that Jax started the tattoo months ago, but our second sitting kept getting pushed back. I finally was able to get in after hours, the day you left, actually. Anyways, he was looking sexy as hell, and we had the shop all to ourselves. Since he was working on the side boob part, I was wearing a string bikini top. He said the strap was getting in the way, so I just took it off. Fuck, Marcee, the whole thing was so fucking hot! He kept grazing my breast while he worked and even tweaked my nipple once. By the time he was done, I was about to combust. When I went to look in the mirror at the finished work, he closed the blinds, covered the tattoo, then kissed me. One thing led to the next, and before I knew it, we were both naked. His dick isn’t the biggest, but it’s pierced, which was fucking awesome. Anyways, he had me sprawled on the bench in front of the mirror, thrusting into me, when the back door opened, and Chloe, the piercing girl, walked in!”

“NO!” Marcee's gasp is freaking hilarious. She’s the best to share slutty stories with, she never stops being scandalized. But she also loves them and always asks for all the juicy details.

“Yep!” I pop the P loudly as I stand to look at myself in her wall mirror. “She just stops and says, ‘Well, don’t stop on my account, looks like a good show.’”

“Lexie, tell me you didn’t.” Her face is getting red and I love it.

“Jax started pumping into me again, working my nipples, while she watched. And you know what, having someone watch just cranked things up. I came so freaking loud, it's a wonder no one called the cops thinking there was a murder happening!” Marcee is laughing so hard tears are streaming down her face.

“Any who, as a thank you for the ‘show’ she offered to pierce my nipples, and I decided to go for it. Aren’t they awesome?” Thrusting my chest out, I display them proudly.