Nine years earlier

I was lying on Josh's bed, boobs out, Josh holding my hands above my head, and Sasha hovering above me, holding a very menacing needle in one hand and a single-use clamp in the other.

It was November first of my junior year of high school, the day after my seventeenth birthday. Josh had organized a birthday party at his place for me, which had doubled up as a Halloween party, and naturally I had slept over.

A lot had changed since my sophomore year, and all of it was due to my newly found confidence, courtesy of Josh Paxton. Dating him, loving him, and being loved by him had dramatically changed me. When I was next to him, I felt empowered, smart, and beautiful, and it hadn't taken long until I wanted to use that confidence to experiment with my appearance. A couple months before the end of freshman year, I'd had his sister bleach my hair platinum blond. A few weeks after that, we'd added a few hot pink strands, and that's the look I had been rocking since then. I absolutely loved it and I was in a place where I didn't care what other people had to say about it. My parents hated it, of course, but they had learned that I was better left alone. I was still behaving well at school and bringing good grades. A controversial hairstyle was only a minor issue.

I had introduced Josh to my parents over the summer. They disapproved of his tattoos and thought he was bad news, but they had quickly realized what a sweetheart he was and how happy he made me, so they had allowed it. They thought we were saving ourselves for marriage, though, and that my weekends were spent at Sig's, not his. Well, I couldn't be a perfect teen, could I?

When school had started again in late August, I had decided to embrace the new me and had signed up for the cheerleading squad. I was a great dancer with good coordination, I was flexible, and my fat ass was super strong. I made the team as a tumbler. I made friends with the cheerleaders, who happened to be way more friendly than I had ever thought they would be – except for Cheryl; Cheryl would always be my nemesis. Too bad she also was my captain.

Sig had broken up with her footballer – he hadn't made the first team – and was now dating the wide receiver of the Varsity team. He was a senior and she was beyond pleased to date a guy from the highest class. She got along pretty well with my new cheerleader friends and we often hung out all together.

On my seventeenth birthday, I had made the rash – and drunken – decision to get my nipples pierced. I had gotten the inspiration from Josh's own nipples, obviously, although that was my own initiative. I was tempted to get the tongue done at some point, too. Sasha, who was practicing to be a tattoo artist and a piercer, had refused to pierce a drunk me and had told me to come back to her the following morning, if I was still up for it.

So there I was, my bare breasts exposed in Josh's room while Sasha was doing her job meticulously. She had marked the entrance and exit holes of the piercings with a Sharpie and was now clamping my right nipple. Somehow, I found the clamping enjoyable – something to keep in mind for when I'd be alone with Josh. She told me to breathe in, and when I breathed out, she stuck the needle in my flesh.

It hurt like a bitch. The pain was so intense that I let out a scream and my nails dug into Josh's palms.

"That's okay, love. You're doing great." He put his forearm in front of my mouth. "You can bite me if that helps with the pain."

I first thought that was ridiculous. Then Sash pushed the jewelry inside the hole and the pain made me bite down on my boyfriend's arm. I bit so hard that I tasted blood. He didn't even flinch.

"Oh my god, Josh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, it was a reflex. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." He smiled down at me.

I still felt bad, but when Sash moved to the other nipple, which hurt more than the first, I gladly bit his forearm a second time.

"All done," Sash declared when she finished torturing me and started covering her work with sterile compresses she taped to my skin. "I'll give you a sheet with the instructions about how to clean your piercings. You'll need to be very thorough, nipples take forever to heal, you don't want to do anything to slow down the process. No playing with them," she cut a subtle side glance to her brother, "for at least two months."

It hurt too badly for me to want anything, or anyone, near them anyway. Josh pulled my shirt back down on my stomach and kissed the tip of my nose.

"I'll help you with the cleaning process," he murmured in my ear and I swear I could hear his wink.

Sash cleared her throat quite noisily.

Oops!

"Did you want me to do your tongue too, Abby?"

On principle, yes I did. Very much so. In practice, I was not able to handle my body being pierced one more time that day. I declined and said I would do it later.

I did it two weeks later.

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A/N: Finally, the story of how Abril got her lovely piercings 😉

I'm off to a Snow Ball at my college right now, you guys have a good night and I'll see you on Monday!

Love,
Charlie.