Page 127 of Fervency Love

“Will it hurt?”

“Depends on your pain threshold.”

Damn, I didn’t think of that before. I start to panic, and Ve catches it right away.

“Do you want to think about it some more?” he asks, but I shake my head. I know that if I leave now, I’ll never make up my mind again in my life.

Ve sits down next to me and slides his hand into mine, giving me encouragement. Meanwhile, Lenny gets down to business. When the cold needle makes contact with my skin, I feel only a tingling sensation. It’s neither too painful, nor pleasant. Nevertheless, when it approaches the part where my flesh is softer, it hurts like hell. I clench my teeth and Ve’s hand with each movement of the needle.

“Done!”

Oh God, I thought this would never end. It wasn’t so bad, but I’m aching all over from sitting in one position for so long.

“Now I’ll spread some ointment over that. Buy more of it. This is the name. Don’t pour any water over it. You have to keep the patch on for some time. It may itch a lot when it heals, but don’t scratch it or you’ll ruin it and get scars.”

“How does it look?” I ask Ve.

“I didn’t think I’d say this, but I like it.”

For some reason, I feel relieved. I haven’t thought it through, it seems. As soon as we’re back from Crown, we’re supposed to go to my parents’. How do I hide that from them on hot days? I’m beginning to worry.

“You’ll have to help me out, Ve. They can’t see there’s something on my back.”

“Now you’re saying that? Did you even consider anything while making that decision?”

“I don’t think so.”

The idea of getting a tattoo was too attractive to let me think it through. Especially what’s going to happen when my parents discover what I did.

During the two weeks we spend at my parents’ house, I somehow manage to hide the “crime” on my skin.

“We’re going out, Mom,” I say one day.

“Where are you going?”

“We’re off for a walk around the neighborhood. Maybe we’ll end up by the river.”

“Okay. Can you buy some juices on your way?”

“Sure, only we’re going to be out for a while.”

We head to the clearing. I remember when I was a child there was a fireplace in the copse of trees by the road. I want to go there and check if it’s still there.

When we reach our destination, I squeeze through the thicket and find some benches made out of tree trunks. There’s a table and a swing too.

“Wow, what a cool spot.”

Ve passes me by and sits down on one of the benches. I walk over and stand between his legs. His palms touch my buttocks. His nose brushes the skin around my navel. He bites down on my shirt and lifts it up, pressing his lips to my belly. His tongue flicks out and runs along the line of my briefs. There’s that familiar warmth inside me again. I lean on the table and thrust with my hips. He raises my miniskirt, pulls the briefs to the side, and runs a wet tongue down my pussy. I let out a deep moan.

“It’s such a turn-on.”

“What?”

“The fact that we’re doing it fully dressed on some benches in a forest by the road. What is it with us and having sex in places like that?”

“I don’t know, but it turns me on too.”

He’s torturing me with his tongue, sliding two fingers inside me and moving them steadily, never breaking the kiss. The combination of those two things doesn’t leave me much in the way of possibility. His damp, warm tongue slides across my clit. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, each lick making me tighten my grip. I’m not in control of myself. Spasms overcome me. I moan as my legs start quivering. As the last jolt shakes me, I collapse, landing in Ve’s lap, panting.

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