I looked way older than 15 when I was 15. I wanted a tattoo....
So, I took a friend with me. I opted for a small celtic symbol low on my back. I wanted something small-not a huge great 'tramp stamp'.
I realised, when I got to the tattooist, that I had worn the wrong clothes. I was in a dress, tights and panties. The dress was very tight around the waist and I had to not only flip it up out of the way, but also pull my tights down and also the top of my panties too.
As I lay face down on the couch, I felt my tights digging into my thighs, and my panties not in their usual place. I felt him wash my lower back with something very cold that made me want to pee.
Then I felt him put that transfer thing on. I dont know what its called, but its a kind of guide to the real deal.
Then the tattoo started. Scratchy at first but there were a couple of nerves or something that seemed connected directly to my pussy AND my bladder. I even felt a tiny amount of pee escape at one point.
Just when I thought I was gonna have to wuss out, the pain receded into a nice glow and then a throb between my legs every time the needle touched me.
By the time it was done, I was really creaming myself.
It was sore, of course, but not that bad as I walked home.
Back home, Amy wanted to see up close. So I shucked my dress and took my tights off. (They were rubbing it anyway). Amy said 'oooh that looks really good! Sore, but good'. Then I heard her sniff. And sniff again!
I just knew that she could, ummm, well, smell me. I said 'Yeah, I got turned on...very turned on'. Then, I really don't know why, but I just slumped down on my bed, opened my legs and shoved my hand into my panties and brought myself off. Amy watched wide eyed, and then did exactly the same.
Soon, we were all over each other touching our booobs, fingering each other and having some lovely cums along the way.
Does this make me bi? I really don't care!