Chapter 7 Alexis
ALEXIS
Three Years Later
Marcee spent the first few weeks of summer break visiting her folks.
She always invites me to go, but I usually pass, knowing they will want time with just their daughter.
Plus, her mom recently moved to Napa and has become a real bitch to me lately, so I had no desire to tag along this time.
I can feel the grin spreading across my face as I call Marcee, already knowing her response will be pure gold.
She answers on the second ring. “I think I have a pain kink!” I call out, not bothering with pleasantries, opting to dive right in.
“Ha, I think you mean you have an everything kink, you hussy. What can’t you get off on?”
“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?