Very young.Very young. Teenagers. I hoped they weren't the children of anyone we knew, I hoped that this wasn't going to be a lot of trouble later. And then I stopped thinking about things like that, as the guy reached an awkward hand and squeezed my right breast. People touching, people watching. My nipples were painfully erect. "Uh, wha, look at that" the girl said, barely able to get to words out between gasps and giggles, "look at that, there's a, uh, a ring on her boob, uh, through, uh, in her boob". The boy stopped touching long enough to look at my other breast. "Oh, that must have hurt to get that done" said the girl, saying what was probably the first thing that came to her mind. It was a toss-up as to which of them was more surprised. The boy reached out to touch the ring, totally entranced. "Go ahead", urged my lover, "she likes to have the ring played with". I thought that I was inured to being spoken of in the third person, since he had been talking about me to Jon all evening. But I found that talking about me like that to these two young people was reopening feelings of being used. The boy reached out and twisted the ring a little. "Harder" said my lover. "Hurt her". The girl stared at him in amazement and started to say something, but never got beyond gasping and stuttering. The boy pulled harder, and pulled my nipple out as far as it would go. Tears squeezed out of my eyes and I moaned. My eyes slitted open to see my tormentor. The first layer was confusion, but something like pleasure sat behind his eyes. "You people are very very weird" said the girl. "Come on, Mike, lets get out of here". But Mike was clearly too fascinated to leave immediately. He pulled on my ring again, and the girl started tugging on his arm. He pinched at my nipple and grabbed at my other breast. "I want to go", she said "I don't think this is fun". Reluctantly he let go, and turned. "Well, Mike" my lover started "I'm going to have to finish your job" and he slapped my right breast, hard enough to make me lose my balance. As I fell I noticed the boy turning around to watch. I was pushed, face down, over a low railing in someone's yard. "Jon, hold her arms down". Jon stepped over the railing, into the yard and grabbed my arms, and smiled into my eyes while he supported me. |