First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(55)

“We’ll take my car.”

She drove. I curled up in the passenger’s seat, trying not to look at her. She put on a jacket against the cold but it only served to draw attention to her tattoos and the fact that she was obviously not wearing anything under that t-shirt. The first place she took me was just a department store in the mall. No one noticed me, but everyone looked at her as she led me through the women’s department, grabbing things off racks. By the time we made our way to the dressing rooms, she had both hands full. I went in and moved to pull the door closed, but she stepped into the dressing room with me. I pushed back against the wall and stared at her.

“What? I haven’t got anything you haven’t got. Here, try this on.”

I swallowed, hard, and turned to face away from her as I stripped out of my baggy sweats. Even in my underwear I felt naked and vulnerable with this woman sitting on the bench while I put on the dress she picked out. I turned around and looked myself, shocked by what I saw. The material was drawn up under my chest, thinning me out a little, and was cut for deep cleavage, my pale breasts on full display.

“You have a fantastic rack, if you don’t mind my saying.”

She picked out some other things for me, and I was amazed. She had an eye for it, and every outfit she’d put together fit me better than the last.”

“Very good,” she said, and paid for all of it. I hung around awkwardly, feeling even dumpier in my regular clothes. She took my arm.

“Now, your hair.”

By the time the salon was done with me, my frizzy, curly brown hair had been moisturized, trimmed, and straightened. She tried to talk me into dying it all a color, but I got away with one thin strip dyed dark purple. I wasn’t ready for something so radical yet.

“I wish I could take you to a bar,” she said. “Why don’t you come back to our place for a glass of wine or two?”

I fiddled with my newly beautified hair and looked at the floor. “I can’t. I’m only nineteen.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” she said.

I shrugged. Why not?

Her and Dave’s house was in a regular neighborhood. People don’t really do picket fences anymore, but if they did, Dianne’s house would have them. The place wasn’t a sex dungeon. It looked like my grandmother’s house. I sat in her kitchen and she poured me a glass of wine and one for myself. Dave waved to me from the living room.

I took a sip of wine.

“What are you studying again?” she said.

“Biotech.”

“Ah. Sounds complicated. Any plans after school?”

“Grad school, I guess,” I shrugged. “Ph.D. Eventually. I have to get in somewhere, first.”

The wine was, ah, strong. By the time I finished a glass I felt a little woozy. Then she poured another.

She touched my arm as I drank.

“Say,” she said. “How would you like to spend the night?”

“S-spend the night?” I said.

“Sure, pet,” she said, stroking my fingers with her nails. “This won’t change anything. You don’t have to have accept, but I brought the idea to Dave and… we’ve always wanted to share a virgin. Teach her. What do you think?”

“Teach me what?”

“Pleasure,” she said, sliding her sharp nails up my arm. “There’s a lot we could show you.”

My heart pounded in my chest. Was she asking what I thought she was asking? I couldn’t stop staring at her. I downed the second glass of wine and let my head swim.

“Okay,” I said.

“Come down stairs with me. Dave!”

She took my hand and led me through the kitchen.

The rest of the house was normal. The sex dungeon was in the basement. It was dark, but in a calm, cozy way, not dank. Plush carpet under my feet, and a big bed with red satin sheets in the middle of the room, among other things. Dave and Dianne apparently tested a lot of their inventory at home.

“I think you’d look cute with this,” she said, lifting something from a side table.

She handed it to me, and with a hard swallow I took the spiked choker and put it on, buckling it behind my neck. It was just tight enough around my throat to really feel it.

“I want you to keep that, and wear it around for me. Can you do that?”

I nodded, feeling it tighten as my neck flexed.

Dianne came up to me and touched my shoulders, then my cheeks. “I need you to take off your clothes, honey. Everything. Can you do that?”

I stripped out of my sweats, but my hands went shaky when I was down to my underwear. Dianne stepped behind me and undid my bra and peeled the straps down my arms, and pulled it away. My heart was pounding so fast I could barely stand it. She slipped her fingers in my panties at my hips and worked them down, slowly, until they dropped to my ankles and I stood exposed, in the cool air. Then, I guess, it was her turn. I swallowed and watched in one of the big mirrors. She peeled off her t-shirt in a single motion. Her body was perfect, toned like a gymnast. Her breasts were about the only place that wasn’t covered with tattoos- flowers and vines all around her middle and on her back, and up both arms. Above her chest, stretching over her breasts, was a rose with wings and a halo, with David and Dianne Forever in a legend beneath it. Her nipples were pierced, of course, with little barbells. She bent slowly and seductively to wriggled out of her leather pants, and as I expected she was bald, though her legs and her thick ass were bare of tattoos themselves, except for vines and roses around both ankles and on her feet. When she slipped out of her shoes and padded across the carpet to me, I just stared.