I'm in an open relationship, where I have a couple of regular dates, and my husband has just the one side piece. He's met a few of mine, as he likes to watch, but I'm not allowed to meet his, so I have a feeling I may know her or something.
It was a nice day, and Dave suggested we go and have a coffee in town. He drove, and parked at one end of the main street.
As we walked down downtown, we were approaching the local tattoo store.
Out of nowhere, Dave says "you know Drew said you should get your nipples pierced? I think that's a good idea."
Drew is our next door neighbours' kid... he thinks he's blackmailing me into sex, but I'm really letting him. He had demanded I pierce everything, but I told him to fuck off.
"Um, I don't," I said, "it sounds painful. And what if we decide to have kids? How will I breastfeed them with nipples full of metal?"
"You know they're not permanent, right?" he said. "You take the bars or rings or whatever out, and they heal up."
"It still seems painful."
"I don't believe it's that bad, from what I've heard."
"Oh," I said, "you know a lot of women with pierced nipples?"
"A few. Guys, too."
We were by the door now. Dave seemed pretty excited about the whole thing. I, on the other hand, wasn't.
"Let's go in and you can ask some questions and see what you think," he said.
Fine, whatever. He held the door and followed me in. It was a pretty busy place, with several rough looking guys sitting and getting tattoos, and some people waiting, by the looks of things. There seemed to be several closed offices, too.
The receptionist looked up as we arrived. She was a brunette, really pretty, with a tank top on. Her whole left arm was covered in tattoos, and she even had some on her neck. Loads of piercings in her ears, and a little stud in her nose. I know some people who think that sort of thing is trashy, but I thought she looked really hot.
"Can I help you?" she asked us with a welcoming smile.
"She's interested in talking to somebody about nipple piercings," Dave replied for me.
"What do you want to know, honey?" she was looking at me now.
"Well, how much does it hurt?" I asked.
"There's like a stab of pain when the needle goes through, but then it's just a dull ache for a while as it heals."
"How long does it take to heal?"
"Oh, it's about six months, usually. It's not aching for more than a week or so, but then you just have this discharge. We recommend using covers over your nipples that you can change, otherwise you're looking at changing your bra a couple of times a day."
I must have looked uncertain.
"I've had my nipples feel more sensitive during my period than they were when they were healing up. Do you want to see mine?"
"We'd like that," Dave said.
I was expecting to go somewhere, but she stood up, and facing us pulled her tank top down exposing her tits. Her back was to the workshop area, but nobody seemed particularly bothered by her being pretty much topless to Dave and me. Her tits weren't as big as mine, but had large areolae. Each nipple had a bar through it, with a little black ball at each end. Dave and I looked at them closely. I think I was interested in the mechanics of it all, and he was just staring at her tits.
"You can touch them if you like," she said to me.
I did, gently, and saw her areola crinkle as the nipple stiffened a little.
"What does it feel like?"
"It makes your nipples more sensitive like they're always hard, and you'll be aware of them when you catch them on something. But I like the extra little bobbles you see in your top with a piercing."
She pulled her top back up as I let go, and I could see what she meant - where my nipples leave little pokies in a tank top when they're hard, she had three bumps on the middle of each tit, so it was obvious she had piercings.
"It's the same with a bikini," she said, "but you can't see them with any kind of padded bra. You know, like at work."
She smiled at me.
I was still a little uncertain.
"How long does it take?"
"Just a few minutes. We push the needle through, and that carries the bar in. Then we just screw on the ends. Seriously, it'll take you longer to choose your jewelry than it will to put it in."
"Can I do just one?"
"Well, you can, but almost everybody comes back for the other. You might as well go through the process once, and have them both healed at the same time rather than drag it out. But it's up to you."
"I'll think about it for a bit, I think. Do I have to book, if I decide to do it?"
"You can, but we can usually fit you in pretty easily. It's not like a tattoo that takes hours."
She handed me a card.
"Call, any time, and we can set you up."
"Thanks," I said, handing the card to Dave. "Really, I'll think about it."
We headed back out to the street, and carried on down towards the coffee shop.
We ordered, and sat at a table to watch the world go by. We talked about nipple piercing. Dave thought her nipples had looked really sexy, but I pointed out that he, and my other partners, would have to be really careful of my tits for what sounded like a long time. That's a shame, as I like having my nipples played with, and I wasn't totally sure I could stand them being even more sensitive. I was going backwards and forwards with it - I liked the idea of how turned on Dave seemed to be by the prospect, but I don't like the idea of it being painful, even if only for a short while. Still, Dave was slowly winning me over. I'd thought he'd want big rings or something, but the little bars looked a lot tidier and easier to live with. Eventually he sort of wore me down, with a valid counter point to every one of my objections. It was still my choice, but I knew the guys were all going to love the piercings when they were sorted out - I'd just have to make sure everybody was gentle with me until they were healed.
"When would we do it though? I asked him.
"No time like the present," he said.
I'm pretty sure he just didn't want me to change my mind. Well, I'd got myself all talked into it, and I could imagine I'd chicken out if I waited, so I said we could go and see if they could fit me in.
We went back to the tattoo store, and the receptionist beamed happily when we came in.
"So, did you decide anything?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "let's do it."
"Alright! OK, let me see who's available now, and in the meantime choose your jewelry."
She pointed me over to a wall display with a lot of different stuff - ear rings, navel rings, clit rings (no, I wasn't going to do that, like, ever) and nipple rings, then headed back into the working area. Dave and I looked at the rings - there were a lot of different metals, and a lot of different designs and colors. It was going to be difficult to decide.
The receptionist came over and said "Brad's just finishing up a tattoo now... we can do you in a few minutes. Now, did you decide on anything?"
I had to admit I hadn't.
"Well, do you have any metal allergies? Like nickel or anything?"
"I don't believe so," I said, shaking my head.
"Do you prefer gold or silver as a colour? We also have titanium, which is this duller gray metal."
"Silver," said Dave.
"We could do surgical steel if you like," she said, "it's hypoallergenic, and doesn't need as much cleaning."
"That makes sense," I said. "I think I'll go for something plain for the moment, and maybe get crazy with it later, when it's all healed."
"These are a good choice in that case," she said, pointing at a small bar with small plain metal balls at each end.
"OK, that works," I said.
She took them down and handed them to me. She turned and looked over at, I guess, Brad, and said "it looks like he's ready for you."
She walked us over to Brad, a big biker looking guy with a shaved head and lots of tattoos. I found him a little intimidating, to be honest.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Brad,"
"Hi Brad," said Dave, "Dave, and this is your victim, Sue."
Brad smiled sweetly and shook my hand. I was starting to relax. A little.
