Jade Unicorn Ch 04

I hope you are enjoying the full series, but in case you are cumming in here directly, you don't need to know what got us here to enjoy this on its own. In case you would like a quick summary: We're following the adventures of Jade, a Master's Anthropology student who is making it her personal goal to study the entirety of human sexuality. She's joined by Elroy, another student, and Lise, his other sexual partner. Please enjoy and let me know (by comment and/or rating) that I've given you some pleasure. -- ek.

"I've been reading about the sexual practices of indigenous peoples," Jade said to me as I passed the front bedroom one Sunday afternoon, the room I had suggested she use as her study when she was staying over. As usual she was wearing nothing but a diaphanous nightshirt, a nearly transparent rainbow of colors, untied and draped open.

"Oh?" I responded, knowing she had some other reason to chat me up.

"I'm not sure where it'll fit, but it's fascinating regardless."

I had walked in by then, waiting to hear where she was going. I took a seat in the rocking chair. We'd been out the night before, returning too exhausted to do anything but crawl into bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, I had the most pleasant dream of my cock gripped in a wet warm glove. The sound of gagging and grunting startled me awake, along with Jade's hair tickling my stomach.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. She didn't stop, the feeling of my cock in her throat finally piercing my fog. "Oh, fuck that feels good. Oh god, I'm going to cum." She moved her fingers to my perineum, sliding a tip against my anus, rubbing it in circles to the rhythm of her tongue on my glans. "Here it comes, Jade. Get read…unh unh oh fuck fuck fuckkkk."

"Hmmmm," she hummed, turning to look up at me, the faint light through the blinds reflecting in her eyes. "I told you I've been wanting to have you fuck my throat, haven't I? That was more awful and way better than I expected it to be.

"My stomach is a mess, but it felt so…mmmmm."

Later in the morning, after falling back to sleep, we'd eventually gotten up, had breakfast, read the paper and turned to our respective rooms to do some work. We never mentioned the early morning throat-fuck. It was a game of sorts that she'd been playing for a few weeks. I thought of it as opposite to honest and transparent: unacknowledged and mysterious.

She'd suddenly engage me in a sex act: undo my trousers, silently strip off her underwear, or raise her skirt, wrap her hand around me to get me hard, then wrap her pussy around me, until I came, and then she'd leave. All without words, and barely making eye contact.

Last night was the most recent of five, maybe more of these encounters. I was pretty sure it was something she'd read about and was trying out. Or it was just a game she'd made up, testing how long it could go before one of us broke the silence.

There was plenty of more typical encounters; we had some kind of sex at least once per day, when we were together, and we had been getting together more often lately. I woke up one day and realized we'd been together nearly six months, and she was at my house nearly every night.

"Okay, so, was there something specific about an indigenous sexual practice you wanted to share, or was that it?"

"Menstruation," she continued. "I'm about to get my period and I've been curious about sexual practices during women's cycles. What has been your experience?"

I thought back through the years. "It's not been a thing for me one way or another. Some of my partners became totally aroused during their period, others avoided any vaginal (and sometimes all) sex altogether." I shrugged. "I do remember we needed to be more careful about infections; blood is a very nutritious medium…and it can be a bit more work to clean up.

"Why? Are you wanting to try that sometime?"

She grunted a laugh. "You kidding me?" She pointed to her amazing body. "This one?" She shook her head and returned to her notebook, lost in thought.

I knew Jade had difficult periods some months, painful, with a lowered libido, or maybe an emotional response that wasn't compatible with sex. Whatever it was, we had natural breaks in our otherwise rough-and-tumble sex lives.

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"What happened to Lise?" She asked me one morning.

"What do you mean?" Concerned. "Did you hear something?"

"Just the opposite," she said playing with my nipple. "It's like she ghosted me.

"She say anything to you?" She looked up at my face.

"She's still overseas as far as I know," I stroked her hair. "You knew that, right? We had dinner a few weeks ago and she told us about that client?"

"Mmm. I kinda remember. I miss her." Her hands traveled down between us, her fingers twirling my pubes.

I wasn't surprised she'd forgotten, or maybe that she hadn't been listening at the time. I had come to realize, after almost 11 months with her, that she was pretty self-involved. That intensity I enjoyed was reserved for only the things that interested her: her thesis, her latest sexual desire, a new band.

It was irritating at times, but not irritating enough, and not frequently enough, to call her on it. I was a little surprised every day I woke up to find her: in my bed, in my house, in my life; I'd figured we'd either never see each other again after a few dates, or it would peter out after a few months. But we were approaching our one year anniversary.

"You know how to reach her," I said gently. "It's not like she doesn't have a phone."

She snuggled in closer. "I have," she said with just a hint of petulance. "She never responds."

I slid back to look at her. "That doesn't sound like Lise at all. When was the last time you tried?" I had just heard from her, not 12 hours earlier, and none of our texts had mentioned a falling out with Jade.

She mumbled something.

"Jade. Honesty and transparency. What's going on?"

She buried her face into my neck and started to cry. "I just miss her!"

I hugged her and didn't push it. She was upset about something, but Lise's absence wasn't it. And even if I did find out, she'd only want me to comfort her, so might as well just skip all the middle parts.

But it was annoying more than endearing.

Lise, before she took off, poked me about it.

"She's perfect for you, El! What are you doing?"

"Doing?" I looked confused. "What

aren't

I doing?"

Irritation flashed across her face.

"Seriously. You're the last person I'd expect to hear tell me I should put a ring on it.

"Unless." I paused, screwing up my eyes. "Shit. She didn't talk to you about getting pierced, did she?"

She laughed. Oh that laugh. It was an aphrodisiac, that laugh. "Of course she did. I would be more surprised if she hadn't! She wanted me to join you two at the shop! It's a big step, Elroy. You should take it seriously." Her eyes were smiling, but her mouth, and her tone, said something different.

The irony was that Lise had become a part of our household far more than she would have if Jade wasn't in the picture. I truly didn't want

a

committed relationship let alone

two

. Or maybe three. Something else was brewing, but Jade hadn't revealed it yet. I just knew it was coming. It had the same vibe as when she'd found a new boy-toy, but she hadn't mentioned anything.

The piercing was the latest of Jade's obsessions. "There's a tribe in somewhere or other, South America? Africa? Malaysia? that pierces their genitals as a part of their commitment to one another."

I raised my eyebrows, pulling my attention away from a financial report on one of my companies. "Sounds painful."

"I know, right? They use some kind of natural anesthetic, according to this field note I've been reading."

"Mmm." I gave her my full attention. There was no other way; she'd just keep at it until I did anyway. "I can see how that might work for the women; through the labia, I presume. But the men? It couldn't be through the penis, right? How would that work? The scrotum?"

She read more carefully, shaking her head. "I'm not sure. The foreskin?"

I grunted. "Might not be the most effective way to increase the population; can you image how that would work?"

She stopped, the gears turning, and then exploded in a laugh. "Oh my god! You're right. How

would

that work?! That can't be it."

She came home the next day, excited. "Here! I've even got photographs!"

I had no idea what she was yelling about…until I saw the pictures. "Woof. That looks like something you want to do?" The woman's labia sported no fewer than three small rings. The man had rings on his shaft, too tight to slip over his head, I suspected, but it wasn't clear whether they were piercing his skin.

"You don't? It looks awesome!"

She was earnest; no irony or snark. "Well, it looks pretty straightforward for

you,

but do you really want

me

to go through something like that?" I nodded to the photo.

She looked at me like I was an idiot, a quick shake of her head and a slight jerk to her shoulders, like

through what?

And, as expected, the next day she'd found a piercing salon that knew exactly what she was looking for. Three, actually.

"I'll definitely be there for you, Jade." I assured her. In actuality, I wanted to see how all this was supposed to work: did they work under a sheet? How was it going to go exactly? I was intrigued by this whole subculture I'd never been aware of.

Not that Eva and I hadn't run into some extreme characters during our escapades, but this felt generational, not exceptional. At least, not exceptional for Jade.

"But I'm going to have to pass on permanently wrecking my cock…oh, and putting it jail."

She laughed and looked disappointed. "You don't want to…do it…for me?"

It was my turn to laugh. We'd been down this path before, and she knew how it was going to end, but I was still amused she thought it would work.

"What time are you planning to go?"

She looked like she might get angry, paused and slumped her shoulders, dropping into a chair. "Okay," she sighed, looking at her phone. "Tomorrow. 2 o'clock." She paused and looked up again. "But I really really really had hoped we could do this together."

I nodded, acknowledging her disappointment, but didn't apologize. I wasn't interested in demonstrating my commitment by putting a ring on my finger, let alone through my dick. But I really wanted to support her. In truth, I really was curious to see how it all worked. Bad enough to change an engagement. Two engagements. I hoped it was going to be worth it.

I arrived a little before the appointment. The salon was surprisingly modern: the reception sporting natural woods with a Danish vibe, the photographs black and white in stark frames. There was another customer waiting, a lanky 20-something that I initially thought was female, then male, and then I wasn't sure. Flat chested, maybe, their halter top unisex, exposing a well toned belly. Hair styled, nether long nor short, their pants colorful, hugging their hips. I took that all in in a glance, something sparking an interest, but not trying to stare.

Jade appeared in the entrance, her face lit up as she walked in. She came over to me but didn't sit down. The other customer looked up from their phone, watching.

"I'm kinda nervous," she said looking down at me.

"I'd be. I get it."

She licked her lips, her teeth beginning to knead the lower one.

"You're turned on by this, aren't you?" I kept my voice low.

She nodded and looked over at the other person. "Um, Elroy?" She turned back to me. "I'm not just nervous about the piercing…

"I have…I want to introduce you to someone." She waved her hand slightly. "Tracy? Can you come over?"

I was only mildly surprised. All the mysterious behaviors, her fondness for and pining for Lise, the unconscious hints she had been dropping that I felt but couldn't put a word to.

"Elroy, this is Tracy. Tracy, Elroy."

I thought it only polite to stand up. Whether we were taking this person to bed, or they were taking Jade away, they deserved civility. "Pleasure to meet you, Tracy! I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, since Jade hasn't mentioned you." I reached out to shake their hand.

They both looked at each other and laughed. At least Jade giggled; Tracey smiled demurely.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Elroy. Jade has told me a little about you." Their voice mellifluous, higher than an alto, but not by much. They reciprocated, taking my hand in a firm grip. Their hand was delicate, the bones visible, the muscles toned.

Their gender was still indefinite.

"My pronouns are he/him," I offered, not sure whether I'd learn anything even if they replied in kind.

"Aren't you just the nicest person," they said, their eyes capturing mine. "She/them, mostly.

"So, are you excited?" She turned to nod at Jade, or maybe to the door behind the reception desk.

I was about to reply when the door opened and a young man came through. "Jade Chance? Hi! My name is Jerome and I'll be working with you today. You're here for your piercings?" He caught her eye, nodding. "And are you here to support her?" He looked between us; we both nodded. "Come on back, then, and we'll get you situated."

I took up the rear as Jerome led everyone into the back, explaining to Jade what to expect. Mostly, it was a rehash of the appointment details, so I wasn't paying much attention. Instead I was looking at the facilities. I didn't have a lot of experience with piercing or tattoo parlors, but this looked more like a laboratory than I would have predicted. The appearance continued the minimalist design from the reception area as we passed into the main room, with lowkey art, muted colors and bright lighting.

There was a large central area with several stations: dental-style high tech chairs, low cabinets and arrays of tools and ink. Some of the stations were occupied by artists working with clients; some were idle, and a few were empty. It felt like a mix between a lab and a hair salon.

Ringing the center area on three sides were a handful of alcoves, separated from the main area by low, shoulder-high walls. I noticed two were occupied, the artists' chairs visible in the entrance, but the occupants of the chairs out of view.

"Here we are," Jerome pointed us to an available alcove. "This should fit all of us." He pointed Jade to the salon chair. "Oh, let me get another visitor chair. Just a sec."

I gestured Tracy to take the one chair and waited for Jerome to bring the second. The room was taken up by the client chair and the various instruments and cabinets next to it.

"You good?" I caught Jade's eye, knowing she was nervous, in spite of outward appearances.

She nodded, smiling slightly, her lower lip tucked under her teeth.

"You familiar with this procedure…er…process, Tracy?" I suspected the reason she was here, but wanted them to help break the ice.

"Oh lord no!" She covered her mouth, their eyes smiling and darting between me and Jade. "I'm here because J asked me to come, and I'm so curious!"

Jerome returned, preventing further chit-chat, but I caught Jade's expression and returned a knowing glance.

I've got you. I know what you're up to. I'll give you as much support as you need.

She flashed her gratitude in return, turning to what Jerome had been saying.

"…forceps, which will take a few minutes, and then we'll get the rings inserted. We'll have you wait for a few minutes just to make sure everything is okay, and then we'll cover the post-care stuff. You should be out of here in less than an hour. Probably closer 30 minutes if it all goes according to plan. Any questions?"

Jade shook her head and looked at the two of us. We were seated on either side of the chair, at her feet; Jerome had pulled up a rolling stool directly in front of her, not too different from an OB/GYN exam. He'd pulled a rolling table next to him covered with a blue paper protector.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked you before we all got situated: did you want some privacy to disrobe? I just assumed…"

"Oh. No! I'm fine. Their fine. But…" she waved toward the entrance. We all looked over. I expected sone kind of privacy screen or curtain. It was open, but unless someone explicitly walked in, there were no lines of sight into the room from the main area.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I can grab a screen…I just assumed…but…hold on!"

"No! No. It's fine. I'm not concerned, I was just, I don't know what I was…no. Please. It's fine. I'm fine."

Jade had set her bag down next to the chair, and had been fiddling with her hair. She was nervous, the hair, and turned on, the lip. With only a moment's hesitation she reached down to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up, revealing a demi-bra barely holding her breasts.

I raised a mental eyebrow, wondering why she was undressing on top for a labial piercing.

"Your breasts are beautiful J." Tracy had leaned forward a little, their eyes riveted on Jade's chest. They had assembled an action camera, wrapping the strap around their head, their eyes focused on a pair of glasses they'd put on.

Weirder and weirder.

Jade squeaked a response and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants, lifting herself up to slip them past her butt, down her thighs and off her feet.

I wasn't surprised to see she had worn no underwear, although this was the first time I'd been with her when she was undressed outside of our homes. Her bush jumped out at me, and then her outer labia, swollen and clearly aroused, their color reddened by the inflow of blood. Tracy gasped a little, their legs swinging in and out unconsciously. Jade pressed her mouth into a thin smile, reached up and pulled off her bra, twisting it to pull her arms through before sitting back into the chair. The paper cover crinkled from her movements.

Jerome had been putting on his gloves, the snapping of their wrist bands punctuating the scene. He looked up as she was settling back, his eyes inspecting her labia and her breasts. "Okay, Jade, again, to confirm: you're getting three labia rings, permawelds, and one nipple rod for each nipple, right?"

I was getting hard watching her, surprised by this sudden change. I made no effort to hide the growing bulge.

"Yes," she said confidently, "to be clear, three rings each side...and the rods are accessorizable, right?"

Jerome confirmed and removed the paper cover from the table. "As mentioned in the prep paperwork, we won't be using any topical anesthesia for either area, but we will help you manage your pain.

"I want to take a few minutes and discuss your anatomy, just so we can be sure you'll be super-happy with the results." He looked up to inspect her more closely, scanning between her legs and then at her nipples.

"Let's talk about your labia. I think you talked about the labia majora for your permawelds. I'm going to just feel them to get a sense of what we can do there.

"So, the good news is, your outer labia are quite well suited for several sizes of rings. The bad news is that you might need to wait at least three months, and more likely, six for the area to heal." He paused and looked up.

Jade looked disappointed and a little panicked. "Noooo, seriously? Six months without sex!!!?"

Jerome twisted his lips and nodded. "But your labia minora, your inner lips, are totally great too: there's plenty of margin and they're well formed. Rings in that area will only take a couple of weeks to heal, usually. Do you mind my asking why you're choosing labial rings?"

Jade appeared to hesitate, looking out the doorway.

"If you'd prefer not to say…"

"Oh! No! I was just thinking about six months; that's an awfully long time." She turned to him with the intensity I'd grown used to. "I'd hoped to use them for binding…and I figured I'd have less of a chance of injury in my outer lips, right?"