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Authors: Danielle Torella

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“Hey, so I have some news for you.” It’s my best friend Dan.

“So I am going to be in Seattle in a couple of days. Please tell me you can hang out with your old good friend.”

I smile. “Of course, man! Dude, you can finally meet Tess.”

“Awesome, I can’t wait! I just really fucking hope I don’t run into Jackie.”

“You and me both…” I slip in under my breath.

“So how are things going with her?”

“Tess?”

“Um, yeah, who else?” He laughs.

“We are just wrapping up a show together right now. I’m pretty confident the big boss man will hire her on full time after he sees her shots.”

“That all sounds great, dude! So in a way we will all be co-workers.”

Dan has a point. I just wish he was able to work this end of the country for
Tones,
but at least he still has to come out here every six months for the big meetings. I am surprised he hasn’t settled down yet; he was always the kind of guy who wanted to fall in love and get married. Then again after Jackie’s shit I don’t blame him at all. Well, he is still young like me.

“Aren’t you at least a little leery about Andrews? You and I both know about his wandering hands with the girls.” Dan asks.

“I have it taken care of.”

“Alright then. Hey, if I don’t get a chance to call you tomorrow, Happy Birthday, man.”

Dan always did something stupid for me on my birthdays when we were teenagers and before he moved. The year I turned eighteen he took me bungee-jumping… except he blindfolded me, drove us there and kept me blindfolded. When I started to freak out when I felt someone strap things around my nutsack, he just held his hand on my back.

He finally took off the blindfold… right before he pushed me off the bridge, which scared me shitless until I realized that the nut wrapping was my harness. When I snapped back up the first time, I screamed, “You mother fuuu …” But he missed the
fucker
part because I was plunging towards the river below. When I was released and reunited with my so-called best friend I punched him so hard in his sack that I wouldn’t be surprised if can no longer have kids.

But I loved it! Each year after that it was something crazy. But I made him promise no more blind folds, and I am glad I gave that rule, especially the year he took me to get tattooed!

The birthday just after my breakup and end of engagement with Nicole was one of the most memorable…

 

“Dan, I am really not in the mood for whatever surprise or adrenaline rush you have planned.” Dan has been on my case for the last week trying to get me out of the apartment. The wound is still fresh from finding out about Nicole.

“Oh, come on! It’s your twenty-first birthday! We have to do something epic! You need to get over that two-time back-stabbing bitch.”

Sitting in my chair in my shithole of an apartment, I look around. I have been living in my sweats and drinking beer. Yeah, Nicole ripped my heart to shreds we were supposed to get married for fuck’s sake! When I walked in on her with our Western Civilization professor I thought about messing something or someone up. So that’s what I did. I went out with my fake ID, got drunk, and smashed a few skulls. I still have the marks on my knuckles.

“You have to get out of this place. Meet a new girl, fucking rebound! That’s the normal thing to do! Just get out of here! I’ll take you to do whatever you want.” Dan pleads.

His offer shocks the shit out of me. He makes me look him right in the eye, which I have been avoiding since that day. I couldn’t stand to see the pity in anyone’s eyes, so, I stopped making eye contact. Ignorance is bliss right?

“Take me to the tattoo parlor.”

I notice Dan’s eyes widen.

“A tattoo, huh? That would be something new to do on your day. You need to put some real pants on, though.” He laughs.

I chug the rest of my beer down and change clothes. What am I going to get? My other tattoos hold strong meaning to me, such as my stone angel for my mum.

Guess we’ll wait to find out…

 

 

Dan is flipping through the tattoo flash that is covering nearly every wall space available. Me, I am sitting on the couch flipping through a tattoo magazine.

It’s funny how I find these tattooed women to be so fucking sexy and fuckable, and yet I settled for a preppy sweater-wearing cheating whore. Why do they say tattooed people are the bad influence?

“Hey man, what about this dragon? It’s badass!” Dan points to a traditional Japanese dragon flash piece.

“Not my thing, dude.”

“Fine. Do you see any inspiration in that magazine?”

I smirk and hold up the page of a nearly naked blonde tattooed from head to toe.

“Her.” I tell him.

“That’s better!” Dan laughs.

The tattoo artist steps out and calls for me.

“So what’ll it be?” He asks.

Thinking this over once more, I tell him, “A strand of pearls that’s broken and fallen apart.”

“Any color?” he asks.

“No, black and gray like the rest.”

After the tattoo is done, I see Dan talking up the counter girl. “Hey! Let me see!”

I lift my shirt to reveal the strand on my ribcage, under my armpit.

He crunches his brows. “You got pearls?”

Tugging my black T-shirt back down, I roll my eyes. “Yes, I did. Nicole loved them and all of her sisters wore them, a sort of tradition. Well, one anniversary I bought her a pearl necklace and granted it wasn’t of the best quality, because I was lacking funds. She pretended to be over the moon about it. But I could tell her disappointment. One day when I went to pick her up for a date I asked why she wasn’t wearing the necklace, she told me it had broken… that was when she started sleeping with other men. Nicole was always about materialistic things, so when I gave her something of less quality, she went to the men who could.”

Putting his hand on my shoulder, Dan tells me, “I am proud of you man.”

I just bow my head and ask to go to a bar.

 

 

Maybe one day I will get a tattoo that doesn’t represent loss or heartbreak, one that symbolizes hope and happiness.

 

 

 

I e-mailed Mr. Andrews my photos from the concert last night so this morning we can go over them in his office. I am nervous as hell and I hope he approves. If he doesn’t, I will be looking for a new coffee shop to work at.

Ben calls me to give me a pep talk. “Just get some coffee and relax.”

I giggle at his suggestion. “Coffee, huh?”

Ben lets out a long laugh. “Too bad I’m not there to enjoy some coffee with you…”

I sigh out a moan as I clasp my bra. “I could really use some
coffee
…”

“It’s always about
coffee
with you huh? What are you doing right now?”

“Getting dressed. I just got out of the shower.”

I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. “Well, don’t. At least not yet.”

“But I need to get ready for the meeting.”

“No, you need to get naked and talk to me. And do what I tell you.”

I smile and feel the heat rush between my legs. “Ben… are you asking me to have phone sex with you?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Just talk to me, baby. I will tell you what I want you to do and you and tell me what to do, or what you would like to do to me.”

I can feel my cheeks heating up, but I am extremely turned on. “Okay.”

“For starters, I want you to remove all of the clothing you managed to put on. Imagine my fingertips sliding over your skin to unclasp your bra… are you thinking about me?”

“I am.”

“I am reaching around from behind you and I cup your breasts. I tease and pull at your nipples.”

I do what he says.

“I am arching my back to press my chest into your hands,” I say. “I love it when you play with my nipples. I could come just from that touch alone.”

Ben lets out a moan. “I need you to touch me.”

“I am reaching behind me to feel your hard cock. You are hard and ready for me, aren’t you?” I can’t believe I am saying these things.

“That’s right, baby, now turn around and reach into my pants. I need to feel your hand on my dick. You need to know that I am hard only for you.”

“Your skin is so hot and velvety. I unzip your pants and I slide them down. I get on my knees and I lick your tip.”

I hear a growl on the other end of the phone, which only encourages me.

“I wrap my mouth around your hard cock and take you deep in my mouth. I start to work up and down your shaft. Do you feel yourself in my mouth, Ben?”

“Fuck, Tess, I am loving your dirty mouth right now. If you don’t stop I am going to come.”

Yep, this is by far one of the hottest moments with Ben. “Ben, are you touching yourself?”

He left out a gasp. “How can I not, when you are talking to me like this? I want you to do what I tell you, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I want you to get up off of your knees. I am going to lie down and I want you to straddle my face.”

Whoa.

“I use my tongue to enter your folds to find that you are wet and ready for me to eat you out. I need to lick you. I need to taste you. Can you feel me, Tess?”

I am sitting up on my knees on my bed, with my legs spread apart as if I was on him. I am for the first time really rubbing myself. I have my eyes closed and am envisioning what he is describing.

“I feel you. I love the way your tongue dips in and out of me.”

“I want you to play with your nipples, babe.” So I do. I keep my right hand on my clit as the left plays with my hard nipples.

“God, you make me feel so good Ben. I want to touch you, so I reach back and grab you and start to pump you as you lick me.”

I hear him nearly panting on the phone and I notice that I am too.

“Tess, I am going to come soon, come with me. I move my tongue faster and with more pressure.” I act out his command and I feel myself building.

“I am beating you off hard and fast… oh, Ben I am coming.”

I hear him groan, “Fuck! Jesus, Tess!”

I am happy to hear that I just made him come with practically just my words.

“You are incredible, you know that?”

All I can get out is a sigh; I am completely sated right now.

 

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