Her Marks
Elliot Silvestri
Copyright © 2016 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter One
AThena broke off the kiss to make an announcement to Ethan.
“I don’t want you to be surprised, but I have a couple of tattoos and piercings.”
Ethan blinked at her in confusion. Her announcement didn’t surprise him. “I’ve got a tattoo too,” he said and snickered at his humorous repetition. “I’d have to roll up my sleeve to show you…”
“Don’t bother. Not yet. I just didn’t want you to be surprised because I can see where this is going.” She grinned at him and ran her fingers through her short black hair. The gesture must have been a holdover from when it was much longer because it was completely unnecessary. Her hair was short enough that a makeout session in the front seat of her car wasn’t enough to muss it, but just barely long enough to be feminine and cute. When he had first met her in public he had joked that he thought it was mandatory that all librarians wear buns. She had smiled at the lame joke and pointed out she was only a part-time librarian.
“Where is it going?” he asked her as his heart thumped inside his chest. Though all his friends and family assured him he was undeniably good looking inside he always felt out of place, certain he didn’t fit in.
“Hopefully inside your place. Having sex in a car is something I gave up when I was no longer a teenager.” She smiled with a confidence Ethan could only hope to imitate and never achieve.
“We’re going to have sex?” he asked, once again showing he wasn’t smooth or put together well.
“I certainly hope so.”
Ethan felt like his world was shifting out of his control. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking for this?”
“I know what I want,” she said with confidence. Her grin was mischievous which only accented her elfin looks. With her pale skin and bright blue eyes she could easily have passed for some sort of fairy come to life. Ethan was a good foot taller than her which only added to his discomfort of being out on a date because even though they were both in their mid-twenties, next to him she looked like a teenager and he looked like some sort of towering ogre. “Are you going to invite me in or are you one of those guys who don’t have sex on the first date?”
“Technically, this is our second date. Coffee at Madeline’s was our first.”
She inclined her head toward him. “Technically it wasn’t coffee, you had hot chocolate. Now: sex or no sex?”
The inside of Ethan’s house was small, which was actually his preference. He didn’t like living in an apartment—too many people around—but a huge house would be wasteful and empty. He didn’t bother with a tour; they went straight to the bedroom.
More by necessity than design, she laid on to top of him on the bed. He didn’t want to crush her or destroy the nice clothing she had worn. He felt underdressed next to her, but since they had only done dinner and a movie, he told himself it was fine. After a few more kisses, she knelt up, straddling his body so he knew she felt his erection inside his jeans, and abruptly pulled her red blouse up over her head. Underneath she wore a black bra with red polka dots.
“I’ve got small boobs,” she said unnecessarily.
“I can see that. I don’t mind.” I wasn’t lying.
“And the nice bras are all padded, so don’t get your hopes up about finding something hidden away.”
“That’s fine.” He could see the bra was padded and was looking at her chest, hoping she would reveal her breasts shortly. His hands were on her hips and he didn’t see when she rolled her eyes at his lack of understanding.
“You’re bad at hints, aren’t you?”
“What?”
“You’re supposed to try to take off my bra,” she said with some exasperation.
“Oh. Right.” He reached up behind her back and searched for the hooks to her bra. He failed.
Athena just shook her head at him. “You’re cute,” she said and reached between her breasts to snap open the front closure.
“Oh.”
She shrugged out of the bra, tossing it aside, to reveal her tits. His eyes went wide. As promised, her breasts were small, making the bra almost unnecessary. It was the studs through her nipples that caught Ethan’s eye. Reaching up she ran her hands over her breasts, fiddling with the studs for a second before saying, “You can touch them. I like them touched.”
The studs were silver and went through her nipples horizontally. The simple bars she wore were held in place by small balls on either side of the nipples, highlighting them perfectly. He reached up and gently manipulated the studs, feeling the contrast of hard metal and soft flesh. She shivered slightly and closed her eyes at his touch. “Wow.”
“Now you know why I wear a padded bra.”
“I thought it was because you had small tits.”
“That too,” she admitted.
They slowly undressed one another. Athena briefly admired the Rebel Alliance tattoo on Ethan’s shoulder as they went through the process of getting to know each other’s body. Ethan’s pants and underwear came off first and she was pleased that he was already hard.
“I could feel you when I was on top,” she told him between kisses as she ran her hand up and down his length, not trying to get him off, but trying to keep him interested. She didn’t have to try very much; he was extremely interested.
“Sorry,” he apologized with some embarrassment.
“Don’t be sorry. You felt good.” She kissed him again and then lowered her mouth down to his cock, sucking him a little, tasting his salty precum. She idly ran her fingers through his sandy blond pubic curls that were a shade darker than the hair on his head. All his hair was baby soft. “If you don’t have any condoms, I brought some along,” she told him.
“You came prepared?” He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or if he was alarmed she was so forward about sex.
“Of course. Do you have ones that you want to use?”
“I want to see what you brought,” he said. Occasionally Ethan could craft a good lie. He didn’t have any condoms in his house because he was certain the date wasn’t going to go this well.
Athena leaned over the side of the bed and rifled through her large purse before producing a small package of condoms. Ripping one open she effortlessly placed it on his cock and rolled it down his length. She refrained from making overly cute remarks about his admirable length and girth. He was smart enough to realize that commenting on how she knew to put on a condom was a learned skill that took lots of practice.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked.
“I’m a little girl…but I like the guy on top,” she admitted. “You can take off my panties.” They were black with red dots like her bra—a matching set—but weren’t designed as ridiculous lingerie. They were just cute underwear, bikini style, not overtly sexual, but undeniably sexy. He ran his fingers over the silky material, feeling the heat of her pussy underneath, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down.
Ethan wasn’t shocked—she had warned him ahead of time—but he did pause as her nude pussy came into view. The fact that she was fully shaved didn’t surprise him. He was hip enough to know women—and men—had all sorts of preferences when it came to pubic hair styling. Two things about her pussy made him hesitate.
“I told you I had tattoos and piercings,” she reminded him as she opened up her legs to fully reveal herself to him. The blue flower tattoo that was right above her slit was well-done and the right combination of pretty and sexy—mostly because of the placement. It was nice and something that Ethan had only seen before in pictures and porn, but it was in no way off-putting. It was the silver ring at the top of her slit that made him reevaluate everything about Athena. She fingered it slightly. The scent of her cunt reached his nose and Ethan didn’t know what to do. With her legs spread wide he could see her labia glistening with liquid desire, but he didn’t know how to proceed.
She reached down and fingered the little silver ring in her flesh. “It makes sex better,” she told him.
“I’ve never been with someone who has a…uh…one of those.”
She reached up and pulled his face down to hers for a kiss. “You might not feel a difference, but I do. If you don’t like it, I can take it out if you want to wait a minute.”
“No, no. That’s not necessary. Do I need to do anything special?”
By pulled him down to her, Athena had placed him in the traditional missionary position. “Just put your cock in me.” She reached down for his latex-covered manhood and moved it into position. Once he had entered her, everything became normal again.
Ethan couldn’t believe he had the opportunity to fuck such a sexy and willing partner. He tried to make the most of it, making the sex last as long as possible, trying to please her before he climaxed. He might not have been successful in getting her off before he blew his load, but he could honestly say that he had tried.
“I’m sorry I came so quickly,” he apologized after it was over.
“Uh-uh. Don’t apologize. It was good. You got me off twice. Small ones, but it takes a lot of work to make me cum really hard.” She gave him a kiss. “Besides, we’ve got two more condoms if you can get it up again.”
He laughed. “Yeah, but you need to give me a minute.”
“That’s fine. I need to go to the bathroom.” She rolled off the bed and headed for the door. He watched her walk away and got to admire two more tattoos on her body, both on her butt, each on one cheek. While she was away he pulled off the condom, knotted it, and tossed it into the garbage can in the corner, wiping down his dick with his boxers, all before she returned.
“Can I see the tattoos on your butt?” he asked when she walked back in.
“Sure.” She fell face first onto the bed and let him look at her ass. The ink on her right cheek was an elaborate letter “A” surrounded by ornate script lines. The tattoo on her left was a Latin phrase in a circle. “LIMITARE LIBERTATEM”.
“Why’d you get these done?” he asked.
She breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t ask for the English translation. “I was young and stupid in college.” She paused and corrected herself. “Well, not fully stupid. Some friends went to get piercings to celebrate the end of the semester and I went along and got my nipples done. It was all downhill from there.”
He lightly kissed the “A” tattoo. “I like them.
She rolled over but kept her legs together, partially hiding her pussy. “I think I need your tongue to make me cum really hard.”
“I can do that,” he replied as he shifted position to open her legs. “Why did you get this one done?” he asked, lightly running his finger over the ring that surmounted her clit.
“A girl has secrets,” ...