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"Whaddyamean stuck?" Aghast, I strained my neck and peered down between my spread legs, where my girlfriend currently had her face buried in my wet and needy snatch. I'd been pretty close to cumming when my pre-orgasmic blissful build-up was rudely interrupted by her panicked mumbles about getting stuck. For a second, various improbable medical nightmares ran through my head as I wondered if my vagina had gone all Venus Flytrap on her tongue. It was only when she tried to lift her head and I felt the tugging on my fairly new clit piercing that I realised what had happened. My clit piercing. Her tongue piercing. Oh fuck. Yes, we'd been drunk. It was one of those decisions which makes perfect sense after a gin or five and unfortunately we knew people who could make our drunken promises reality before we sobered up. I didn't even have my ears pierced for chrissake. What in hell's teeth made me agree to getting a needle stuck through my most tender, and honestly one of my fondest, areas was quite beyond sober me. Anyway, there we were - five drunken gals gathered round at my friend, Erin's, one Friday night playing Cards Against Humanity. We?d just finished the game and were drinking, talking shit and having a giggle when Sophia, my girlfriend, announced she wanted a tattoo of me on her butt. This was met with howls of laughter and some derision. Okay, that was mostly from me, but come on, who wants to look at their çankaya escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort/) own face while rimming your girlfriend? ?C'mon, Elle,? she slurred, her big brown eyes filling with fake (probably gin) tears. ?Do you not love me?? God, she had kissable pouty lips. Nevertheless, I rolled my eyes. Drunk and rational did not apply to Sophia. ?Baby, you know I do, but when Jennifer Lawrence has her inevitable non-straight meltdown you know I need to ditch you, right? What other girl is going to go to town on that ass if my face is plastered all over it?? ?Bitch.? She narrowed her eyes at me. ?Okay if I can't get you on my butt, then can we get matching tattoos, please? They can be little ones. Just wee teensy ones no one will ever see.? I grinned. ?Well then what's the point? If it's not going to be seen if should at least have a function.? Ah, those fateful words. How Sophia had the brainpower in her state to trick me I'll never know, but in a moment of drunken mastery she took my gin fuelled logic and used it against me. ?Well then, if it has to be small and unseen, but have a function, then why don't we get piercings. Just little ones... in special places.? I opened my mouth to try and formulate an argument but it was too late. By this time, the little vixen had crawled onto my lap. Straddling me, she slipped her hand up my top to play with my nipple. ?You could get one here,? she whispered rus escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/rus-escort/) erotically in my ear, pinching it. ?Or here...? Her hand slid down my tummy and sneaked inside my panties, fingers brushing teasingly over my clit. ?We could get them for each other for Christmas. It's only a few weeks away. Please, Elle, please please please please please?? Her fingers scraped harder against my clit and my rational brain fled. The conniving little minx had me right where she wanted me and when I breathlessly muttered okay, in a lustful drunken haze, she slid her hand out, licked her fingers and bounced off me triumphantly. ?Erin, she said yes! Go get the needle.? Did I mention Erin was a tattoo and piercing specialist? With a home 'office'? Fuck! One shower and a few shots of straight gin later, I was lying on Erin's couch with only a blanket to cover my modesty. To be honest, I didn't really care. I used to date Erin, casually, so we knew each others' bodies well enough, and she was still one of my closest friends. Despite the excitement of my bits getting pierced, Sam and Michelle had passed out in a drunken stupor on the other couch, so it was just the three of us. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol or the anaesthesia, but I swear I didn't feel a thing until I woke the next day at home to slightly tender womanly parts. She'd gone for a little ring instead of the usual barbell and I rushed into the eryaman escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) bathroom to try and get a better view in the big mirror. I had one leg up on the bath, sticking my pelvis out every which way when Sophia stumbled in, her brown eyes bleary and her hair sticking up hilariously. ?How'th it theem thith morning?? I stared. How the fuck had I only just remembered she'd had her tongue pierced right after Erin was done with me? When I actually fell about laughing at her ridiculous attempts at talking she flounced out in a huff. ?Hey, Sophia,? I called after her, hands holding my aching sides. ?Say 'sausages'.? Thankfully, Sophia's tongue and my clit returned to normal after a couple of weeks. We?d resisted most sexual stuff in that time, just in case anything happened, so we had a big night planned for Christmas Eve. I love Christmas. I'm talking full on starry-eyed wonder here. The tree, decorations, festive recipes, cards, presents. And the lights. The endless fairy lights. I couldn?t help myself. They were so happy and colourful. Neither of us was working on Christmas Eve so we had a pretty lazy day, listening to Christmas tunes and making gingerbread cookies to take to my parent's house the following day, whilst teasing each other at every available opportunity. It was a game we liked to play sometimes. Set a time for action to start so that we were both majorly worked up by the time the clock struck sexy time. Sophia had told me she had 'made plans' so when the clock struck 8pm and I was prematurely on top of her on the couch, sucking on a hard nipple and attempting to undo her jeans, she wriggled out from underneath me and got off the couch a little breathlessly. ?Bad Elle.