The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
change, boobies, and a penile thwap
*Andy’s POV*
Hoping not to raise suspicion, I took a perfunctory piss. I washed my hands, then contemplated my reflection. I was right- it was time, past time, really. I had felt that pressing need for a change for weeks. I’d had my lip ring in for so long, though, I felt reluctant to let it go, I felt like it was a part of me. But now I knew, if Gwyn’s was only the right gauge, and if it wasn’t too big a diameter, where it belonged. Even if she couldn’t wear it, I wanted her to have it, for whenever I wasn’t around, both in the upcoming weeks and afterwards.
I took a last look, remembering when I had been a teenager and briefly had snake bites. Time brought change of the inner self, and I liked to shift around the outer self, like a chameleon, to try and reflect my inner workings, to an extent. I took the captive bead ring in my left hand’s thumb and forefinger, and worked at the bead with my right hand. It was way the fuck more difficult than I thought! I didn't remember it being that hard!
I heard Gwyn calling from behind the door: “Andy, you ok? You’re not passed out, are you? I can go drop Sherpa off by myself, it’s ok-“
“Na, Na, is ah-kah. Hald ahn jast ah sac, ah-kah?” I popped diligently at the bead with my knuckle until it finally gave into my palm. “Hah!” I twisted the ring out, popped the bead back in the ring, and looked in the mirror. My lip was a little red on one side from messing with it, and I felt different. But it looked right. I clasped the ring in one palm and opened the door.
Gwyn was laying on her back, her dark hair glossy against the black cotton sheets. The way her tits lay on her chest, so full and round, was really fucking distracting. Face, I thought. Must focus on face. I made it to the bed with only one more quick glance at her boobies. Nom! Focus Biersack! I sat on the edge of the bed by Gwyn, struggling to think romantic thoughts and not to reach for her succulent-
Gwyn propped herself up on an elbow. “Andy, you ok? ”She squinted. “You look different- where’s your lip ring?” Well, shit.
“What? Uh, I… I can’t, it, it’s your tits, Gwyn! I can’t concentrate! I was trying to do something romantic, and I can’t focus!” She looked confused. “Look how soft!” I took the left one in my right hand and rolled it around in circles, then squeezed it. “I love your pretty, little nipples and their piercings.” I rubbed her nipple, and Gwyn laid back down on the bed as I came closer, biting her lip a little. I set my lip ring down on her bedside table, and took her other breast in my other hand, groping it happily. “I love touching you.” I let my forehead touch hers, then kissed her softly. I had gotten really hard, so I shifted to get less uncomfortable, and my erection sprung out of the sheet to thwap her hard, right in the crotch!
“Shit! I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to, I mean, shit!” I turned red and practically leapt off of her, so that I was standing next to the bed, boner pointing right at her. I felt awkward, so I tried to casually put a hand in front of it.
Gwyn burst out laughing! “Hey! No fair!” She tugged my wrist aside, and ran a finger up the underside of my shaft, giving the head a light squeeze, grinning at me with the tip of her tongue between her teeth. “Maybe I like the look of that, Hot-shot!”
I felt desire cloud my head. We had a lot of things we had to do before morning. But Gwyn was so pale, and yielding, and she wanted me. I knew how good it felt inside of her…. shit! “Whoa! Gwyn! Wait, wait, just a sec!”
I ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror and gave myself a slap. Ow. Ok, I had to do this.
I marched into the bedroom and picked up my lip ring from the bedside table.I then turned and covered Gwyn almost to the neck with the sheet, and kissed her.I broke away, and she looked beautiful and bewildered, grasping the edge of the sheet. “Doc, like I said, I’m trying to be romantic, and I can’t concentrate with you on display like that. It just makes me want to touch you. And, uh, other things.” I cleared my throat, and decided to just go on, despite the fact that I was still well over half-stacked.
“So, um... You know I have had a lip ring for a long time, like forever, right?” She nodded.“Well, I’ve felt for a while like it was time for a change for me. But, I dunno, it has been with me a long time. Like, it didn’t quite feel right having it in anymore, but I didn’t want it to just go in the garbage or whatever. It’s like it’s a part of me, it means something.” I braced myself.
“So, I don’t know what gauge your lip ring is, or what diameter it is, but I thought, maybe, mine could find a home with you? Even if you can’t wear it?” I held the small piece of body jewelry out to her and stopped breathing.
Notes
and here you guys all thought i was nuts, what with Andy still having his lip ring in during the Black Mass tour!!! nope- all pre-meditated. sooooo, far in advance! are you impressed? ;) just a little creative anachronism, a wee bit o'historical editing for ya! so i guess, the question is: does Gwyn accept it?
QOTD:
so, tell me, who is the most savored scoundrel, the most respected rogue, the most divine desperado, the most flawless felon, the most outrageous outlaw (no, guys- Ashley doesn’t count *chuckle!*), the most corrupt crook, the most convoluted criminal? name me your favorite villains. so far, only a few have given me the names of their heroes, and no one seems to give a hoot about the counterbalance.
i’ll get you started:Darth Vader. tag, you’re it. beat that, if you can. *cue the imperial march*
4/15/17