“Fucking hell, that was good,” Claire gasped as she slid off Hershey and onto the wrinkled bed sheets next to him. Covered in sweat, she panted heavily. After riding him like he was a Grand National winner and achieving three orgasms (a first) Hershey had finally grunted, spasmed and flopped back. Claire had assumed he’d finally climaxed too.
“Fucking A,” Hershey agreed in a drowsy voice, an arm flung over his eyes.
Claire lay still staring at the ceiling and let Hershey drift off into his slumber. Let him build up some more energy before the next bout. Once he was snoring steadily she slipped off the bed and padded across the bedroom floor into the en-suite. Once inside she pushed the door to and groped for a light switch. Her fingers found the smooth metal knob and with a flick low-wattage bulbs behind the mirror guttered on, emitting a low hum. Claire stared at her reflection, knowing she was seeing her true self for the first time in her life. She twisted one hip to the mirror, then the other, before turning around and looking over her shoulder at her new tattoo. One bottom cheek was still red where Hershey had slapped it.
She leant her hands on the sink and stared deep into her eyes, trying to look within herself. Behind her was a bathroom cabinet with its own mirror and she could see a multitude of Claire’s stretching out through infinity, each one a bit smaller and a little further away than the last. Different Claire’s, different lives. But which one was she? She reasoned that sometimes we know ourselves least of all.
An hour ago when Claire had propositioned Hershey she’d been fully aware she was crossing a line from which there would be no return. The tattoo and the piercings were just incidentals. They could be removed or hidden away. But sharing her body with someone else was entirely different. It was a two-way thing. She was letting Josh go and accepting Hershey into her life instead. Now they’d had sex she knew she would be with him for a long time. Claire was the committing sort and she believed Hershey was too.
Handy Bendy Claire, that was her now. Your resident friendly fuck-buddy, Hershey. She grinned and nodded. Instantly the reflections all grinned and nodded back, all of her sisters agreeing with and supporting her on the path she was now committed to taking. She clicked off the light and returned to Hershey.
She needn’t have bothered being stealthy. Hershey was wide awake and sitting up in bed, the wall lamp beside him bathing him in a pale, tungsten hue. He watched her as she walked across the room. Claire liked to think his appraisal was appreciative.
“What the fuck are those?” Hershey asked as she slid under the covers.
“Nipples.”
“I know that! I meant those stupid lumps of metal you’ve had shoved through them.”
“They’re called nipple studs, Hershey.”
“Well I don’t like ‘em.”
Claire surprised herself by bristling. “Who cares what you think? They’re my bloody tits.”
“Which, I’ll remind you, I have to suck. I got a fucking shock when one of them touched my filling.”
Ah.” Now she knew what had generated Hershey’s yelp earlier.
“I’ve been thinking of having some more work done to them,” Claire said. Hershey raised a cautious eyebrow, not really wanting to know. “Would you like these a bit bigger?” Claire cupped her tits as she asked the question.
“Hell, yeah. To my mind any fella not to be interested in big tits is a fucking queer.”
“It only costs about ten grand.”
The statement hung in the air between them like a bad smell.
“Are you asking me to pay for a boob job?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
Hershey burst out laughing. “You’ve some balls!”
“I thought you’d know by now I am sorely deprived in the testicle department.”
Hershey laughed again.
“Did you see my other addition?” Claire said. Hershey looked puzzled so Claire got out from under the covers and turned her back to him, revealing the tattoo. Hershey wiped the grimace off his face as Claire looked over her shoulder.
“Sweet,” he said, nodding.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh yeah,” he lied.
“Why don’t you get a good look at it whilst you fuck me again,” Claire said, dropping onto all fours and pushing her backside out towards him.
Hershey turned out the light.