Chapter 8 Alexis
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.
“Well, I would never do it, but I have to admit, it’s freaking hot as hell, girl!” Marcee stares like she can’t look away.
“I know! And Jax is really fun. We’ve gone out twice this week already. He said he can get us into Black Sands and hook us up with wristbands if we want.”
“Really?! Everyone has been talking about that place. Do you mind if I invite Tanner to come?”
Tanner is a guy Marcee has been dating for a while.
He’s really cute, in a boy next door kind of way, and he’s kind of perfect for Marcee.
When I met him, my first thought was ‘This boy will be married the day he graduates,’ he just has that vibe.
Marcee has always been a boyfriend girl, whereas I’ve struggled to stick with one guy and not get bored.
I have a knack for picking douchebags that are only in it for sex.
Which was fine before, but I want something real, and Jax has been so attentive this week.
I shimmy a little, excited to see where things go.
Maybe I can try out the whole relationship thing.
We head into my room so I can start getting ready and Marcee’s phone rings as I open my closet.
“It’s my dad,” she calls, looking at the clock. “He must be calling before starting work. You mind if I answer in here?”
I shake my head and start digging through my closet, looking for the perfect dress for tonight. I’m ready to flaunt my stuff and show Jax exactly what could be his if he plays his cards right.