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“Yeah,” I said hesitantly. “So, how do you like your VCH?”
“Love it,” she said. “I had it done about eight years ago and I don’t regret a thing.”
“How about nipple piercings?” Candice asked.
“You thinking of getting them done?” Jan glanced up.
To my surprise, Candice nodded. Before I could open my mouth and ask her when she’d decided to do that, Jan said something I didn’t catch and a little shock of pain rippled through me.
“Ouch,” I whispered.
“You did great,” Jan said. “Took it like it was nothing.”
“Thanks,” I said, blushing.
Jan stood up and stripped off her gloves and turned to face Candice. “So, did you want pierced, sweetheart? I can fit you in real quick.”
Candice’s jaw worked and then she stood, shaking her hair back. “Let’s do it.”
I was shocked, but also proud. I knew her breasts were a huge insecurity and this felt positive, like a step towards accepting her body. I reached out and took her hand, winding our fingers together.
“Hey, I think you should,” I said. “And I think you should send in your application for law school too.”
“I just might,” she said.
I could tell Candice’s piercings hurt a lot more than mine, but she kept a straight face. We cleaned up afterwards and put our clothes back on. Candice winced as she put her bra on and slid the pads to catch any bleeding beneath the cups. There was a faint ache between my legs and it felt like there was something there, rubbing against my clit in a way that wasn’t unpleasant.
We drove home and Candice dropped me off outside the house.
“I’m really proud of you,” I said.
She smiled, looking a little tired. “I’m really proud of you too. And I’m happy you two are getting married. I mean it. Merrick is good for you.”
We hugged and I ran inside before I started crying and watched her disappear down the driveway. Everything felt more emotional with my wedding coming up in the next month.
That night, I heard Merrick come home and go into his office. I was in bed, but as soon as I heard his door close, I changed into a silk slip and padded down the hall.
I knocked and he called for me to come in.
He sat at his desk, his laptop open. Warmth rose in my chest as he lifted his eyes. They lit up and he held out his arm, beckoning me close.
Our mouths met and I still tasted a sky full of stars. Fireworks still went off and meteorites streaked across the galaxy. His scarred hand came up and cradled my head. So gentle it made me want to cry, to kiss the marks where his stitches had been.
I pulled back, breathless.
“Do you want to see it?” I whispered.
“Fuck yes, I do.”
He picked me up and set me gently on the desk, rising to lower me on my back. My heart skipped a beat as the warmth of his palms skimmed up my thighs and lifted my slip. Baring my sex and the little diamond between my thighs.
“My God,” he said.
There was a long, long silence. Then his mouth contacted my inner thigh as he kissed me.
“No touching,” I breathed.
He kissed my knee and the underside of my calf. A shiver of pleasure moved up my leg and settled deep inside.
