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Nicki's Whale Watch Adventure
                         
                              By: The Cape Cod Beach Bum



LEGAL MUMBO JUMBO


WARNING: This story will contain SITUATIONS and EXPLICIT LANGUAGE of an 
ADULT NATURE and should be read ONLY by those of a LEGAL AGE to do so.  
If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Consider yourself forewarned! 

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my 
story.  Any similarities to REAL PEOPLE are purely COINCIDENTAL and 
UNINTENTIONAL.  If you think you see yourself or someone you know in 
these pages, it means I succeeded in making my characters believable.  
Thank you for the compliment.

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  
As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my 
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COPYRIGHT 1996, 2002 THE CAPE COD BEACH BUM, tgcarr@msn.com





INTRODUCTION, THE EARLY YEARS

My name is George DeMartino.  I'm a semi-retired General Contractor who, 
financially speaking, was lucky enough to be in the right place, at the 
right time.  I met my wife, Monique, during an infrequent vacation week 
on the shores of Cape Cod.  Sometimes I have trouble believing it was 
over 30 years ago.  It still seems just yesterday.

Monique was spending a few getaway weeks on the Cape with her young 
daughters, Carla and Michelle.  Her husband, Mark, had recently died 
from sniper fire in Viet Nam.  As fate would have it, he was one of the 
last American casualties of the War.  A recent arrival in-country, he 
hadn't even left Saigon.  He was killed while standing guard at the 
airport, awaiting his orders.  Fate.  

Carla was just 4 at the time, Michelle barely 15 months of age. 

We hit it off at once.  It was a whirlwind romance, and we married the 
following June.  Alas, it wasn't to last.  My young wife died at the 
hands of a drunk driver three years later.  Fate. 

Left alone to raise the two young girls, I chose to semi-retire and 
relocate to Cape Cod.  I concentrated on investments and raising my two 
little girls.  It wasn't always easy, but we made it through the tough 
spots, together as a family.  I can still remember clearly their first 
bras, their first periods, their first crushes, their first dates, their 
first boyfriends.  All the things the father of a teenage girl dreads 
most in life.  They soon grew into fine young women with families of 
their own.  

Growing up, Michelle's best friend in the whole world was Kimberly.  
They met on the first day of Kindergarten, and have remained inseparable 
ever since.  

A few months after she turned eighteen, Kim found herself pregnant.  Her 
parents were older, and of strict religious upbringing.  They wouldn't 
have given Kim PERMISSION to go on 'The Pill', even if she'd HAD the 
COURAGE to TELL them she was sexually active.  They DISOWNED her when 
they found out she was pregnant, and haven't spoken to either of them 
ever since.  Her boyfriend, Brian stayed around for a little while.  But 
HE disappeared shortly after the baby, Nicole, was born.

In retrospect, it was better that he did.  I found out later, that he 
became verbally and physically abusive when he drank.  Their final 
argument, the evening he left, was over him striking the BABY.  

Kim was scared and alone, with a young baby to raise at nineteen.  Other 
than welfare, she saw no other way for them to survive.  The girls and I 
didn't like that solution.  They had grown up together, spending most of 
their lives as virtual sisters.  We came to the same conclusion.  They 
would move in with us.  We had enough room, enough money, and loved both 
of them dearly.  

Kim had an independent streak all her life.  It chose to rear its' ugly 
head at this point.  To HER, her objections were VALID.

"We're not even RELATED.  WHY would you WANT to do it?" she demanded,
"Even my FATHER told me, 'YOU made your bed, YOU lie in it'." 

"Kim, you know your father and I didn't see eye-to-eye on much", 
I replied, "Especially this, don't you?"

"I guess you're right there."

Carla blurted out in a fit of anger, "So WHAT, we're NOT related?  What 
the hell DIFFERENCE does THAT make?  George isn't our NATURAL father, 
EITHER!  BUT, he sure IS our DAD!  He SHOWS us his love, EVERYDAY of our 
lives.  A SPERM DEPOSIT isn't what's important, LOVE is." 

Until that point, Kim HADN'T known that.  We were a FAMILY, so Kim had 
just assumed the girls were my natural offspring.

They moved in.  Michelle became godmother, and I became godfather to 
little Nicki.  Kimberly began referring to Carla and Shelly as her 
'sisters'.

A few weeks after they moved in, Kim knocked on the door to my study. 

"May I speak to you in private?"

"Of course you can, sweetheart.  Anytime.  You don't need to ask my 
PERMISSION.  Just tell me 'I NEED to talk', that's all."

Hesitantly, she approached my desk. 

"I know it's ASKING a LOT.  If you don't WANT me to, I'll UNDERSTAND."

Again she hesitated, before continuing onward.
  
"It seems pretty STUPID, for me to be calling you, 'Mr. DeMartino' all 
the time.  You're much CLOSER now to me than THAT.  And I guess it 
wouldn't be RIGHT for me to call you 'DAD', but. . ."

". . .Could I?  Maybe PLEASE?  Call you, 'Uncle George'?  That is, if 
you won't MIND it too much?  I'll UNDERSTAND, if you don't WANT me to." 

I rose from my desk chair, and walked to the side of the desk, where 
Kim stood waiting.  Hopeful yet without any hope.  

I wrapped my arms firmly around her shaking body, hugging her close to 
me.  Tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Darling, nothing could ever make me prouder or happier," I replied, "Of 
course you can call me, 'Uncle George'.  I'm HONORED that you'd WANT to.  
You and Nicki are members of this family, and I love you two very much."

Carla and Michelle went on to College.  They chose to attend a nearby 
school, so they could remain living at home.  Kim wanted to become a 
Nurse as far back as I could remember.  She received a grant to the 
Nurses Aide program at the local hospital.  

Upon her graduation from the program, she began working full time at the 
hospital.  The hospital administration recognized her desire, and her 
ability.  They awarded her a full scholarship to their Nursing School, 
scheduling Kim's hours to allow her to work full time while she trained.  

When she began working full time, Kim insisted that either she either 
begin paying 'Room and Board', or they were MOVING OUT!  We insisted 
she and Nicole remain living here with us.  That way she didn't have to 
worry about 'Day Care' for Nick.

She still DOESN'T KNOW, and WON'T FIND OUT, (until Nicki is set to begin 
College), WHAT I did WITH her 'Rent' money!  Since I spend most of my 
day managing investments, I just chose to open an account in Nicki's 
name, and deposit them.  Whenever I find something appropriate for her, 
I just invest accordingly.  So far, I've done pretty well.  Even WITH 
the skyrocketing cost of education, Nicki SHOULD be able to attend the 
school of her choice. 

Five years later, she realized her dream and became a Registered Nurse. 

Shortly afterwards, Nicki became old enough to enter Kindergarten.  

One Saturday morning, Kim quietly approached my study.

"Uncle George?  We need to talk," she began softly.

"What's on your mind, Little Darling?"

"I think its' time that Nicole and I got a place of our own.  I know 
you're not chasing us out or anything, but I think that it's time to 
leave the nest.  I can never REPAY you for all you've DONE for us, and 
I KNOW you wouldn't LET me anyway.  I love you with all my heart, but 
I NEED to do this, for ME." 

I moved us over to the couch and sat her down next to me.  Gently 
hugging her, I allowed her to cry herself out.

"It's okay, Sweetheart.  I've been expecting this conversation for some 
time now.  I've watched your reactions when Carla and Shell moved out, 
and I knew this day was approaching quickly.  I wasn't looking forward 
to it, but I just knew it was only a matter of time."

"It doesn't matter where any of you girls live, you're all members of 
this family.  If you ever need ANYTHING, and I HAVE it, or I can GET it, 
it's yours, no matter WHAT it is.  Don't EVER forget this."

"If you'll have me, I want to remain a part of your lives, I won't EVER 
want you out of MINE.  I know the others feel the same."

"Uncle George, of course we don't want to LOSE you.  We both LOVE you 
dearly.  I didn't want to HURT you, that's why I kept putting this off."

They found a small house nearby.  Nicole began spending the weekends Kim 
worked, and a few other days during the week, with me.  This way Kim could 
relax while at work, not always worrying about leaving Nicki home alone. 
She was safe with me.  Nothing would ever happen to Nicki in her absence. 

And that pretty much brings us up to date.  Nicole celebrated her 13th 
birthday six months ago.   She was about to reach her next milestone in 
life, graduation from Middle School.  Her 8th Grade class trip, the 
Friday before Father's Day, was on a whale watch boat from Provincetown.  

I picked Nicki up at her bus stop that afternoon, for our weekend 
together.  She seemed a bit quieter than usual, but I attributed that to 
a day in the sea air.  I figured she would come around after she had a 
chance to rest up, from the fresh air and excitement.  We had been at our
house for all of 15 minutes, when she came into my study.

"Uncle George, do we have any alcohol around here?"

"You're a little young to start drinking, aren't you, Tiger?"

She giggled.

"Not thaaaat kind, you silly goose.  The kind you use to clean with."

"What happened?  Did one of the cats bite you, or did you get scratched?"

"No.  No.  Nothing like that.  I just have some things I need to clean."

Seemed like I was pulling teeth to get answers.  This was NOT normal. 
Something's going on here, and I was determined to find out what it was.

"Enough bullshit, Buster.  Spill it, and NOW."

"Okay.  But you gotta promise not to tell MOM."

"No guarantees, Nicki.  Out with it."

"Alright.  And PLEASE don't YELL."

"Darling, I've never raised my voice to you, ever.  Why would you think 
I'd start now?"

"You just MIGHT, that's all. . .I got a few piercings up in P'Town this 
afternoon.  I just wanted to make sure they were clean, and wouldn't get 
infected or nuthin'."

Made sense, but something still didn't ring completely true.  Nicki had 
her ears pierced when she was a baby, and had a few additional holes 
added over the years.  Why would Kim get upset over a few piercings?  
SOMETHING wasn't being told here.  

"C'mon over here, Tiger.  Let's take a look at them," as I reached over, 
pulling her head nearer, to inspect her ears.

"Um.  They're not there, Uncle George."

She began blushing deeply, and looked down at the floor.

Now we're getting somewhere.

"Okay, what did you have pierced?  Your belly button?"

"No, NOT my belly button."

"What then?  I don't see any rings in your nose?  Nope.  Not your lips? 
No, not there.  Stick out your tongue.  No, not there.  Okay, that's it.
I give up.  Spill it.  What DID you get pierced, Nicki?"

"Um. . . my nipples, Uncle George.  Please don't YELL.  You PROMISED."

"Darling, I'm NOT going to YELL.  But, I think it's time YOU come clean 
and tell me the WHOLE story." 

"Well, okay.  It started this morning when we were waiting for the bus 
to take us to P'Town.  Marisa and Katie, two of the girls from the team, 
and a friend of theirs, Amber, came over to Chrissy and me where we were 
waiting.  They wanted US to join up with THEM, and a few of the BOYS on 
the trip."

Nicki takes after her mother in a lot of ways.  Both are attractive in a 
wholesome, farm girl sorta way.  Both were late bloomers physically, and 
excelled in sports.  Both prefer jeans to dresses.  Both are highly 
motivated scholastically and achieved high honors.  Both are quiet, shy, 
and slow to make friends, but the friendships they do form, are for life. 
If it wasn't for the fact that she was on the softball team, Nicki would 
probably be classified as a nerd, by the other students. 

Chrissy is a tiny, pixy-like waif, who always wears oxford, button-down, 
shirts, knee length wool plaid skirts, knee socks and weejums.  Oval 
wire-rimmed glasses and a pony tail complete the picture of a total nerd, 
female variety.  If that isn't enough, her outside activities include the 
Chess Club and the Debating Team.  She was always over the house.

I guess I would have been suspicious, but I knew them from the team 
and all.  Crissy wasn't so sure. 

"I don't know about this, Nicki.  Why do they want US to join THEM?
They've NEVER even bothered to TALK to me before," she argued.

"C'mon, Chrissy.  It'll be fun.  You'll see."

"Alright, Nicki, if you say so, I'll do it."

It was obvious she really needed to reveal what had occurred earlier. 
But she needed me to 'force' her to begin.  Once she began talking 
however, there was no stopping the flood.





NICKI'S STORY


When we got on the bus, we started playing a game of 'Truth or Dare' 
with the boys.

It started off easy enough, with some goofy dares that got us all 
relaxed and laughing.  By the time we got close to P'Town, the dares 
had gotten a little bit crazier.  

Amber said, "Nicki, I dare you to French with Ryan for three minutes"

I had only done it ONCE before, and DIDN'T have anyone watching THAT 
time, but I did it.  I turned to Chrissy.

I asked her, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"Since you thought it was so funny, I dare you to French BRAD."

I knew she'd enjoy it, she had a secret crush on him.  

Chrissy's turn. "Marisa, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to make out with Bobby for three minutes, letting him feel 
up your tits, outside your shirt."

Marisa grinned, "Anytime, honey."

She really enjoyed it too.

Marisa said, "Amber, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she replied.  

She thought she was safe.  Not even close.

"Tell us all about the FIRST time you gave a blow job, with ALL the 
details.  Don't leave nuthin' out."

Frankie jumped in, " Remember, Joe's my best friend, so no CHEATING! 
He already told ME what happened."

After that, no one chose 'truth' again.  We got to P'Town.  We had to 
quit until we got on the boat.  The guide told us we'd have a coupla 
hours until we got to where the whales usually were.





ABOARD THE WHALEWATCH VESSEL


We found a quiet spot to hang out in the stern, picking up our game of 
'Dares' where we left off. Soon it was my turn again.

Katie said, "Nicki, I dare you to take off your bra."

No big deal.  Since I was wearing this sweatshirt, I could do it without 
showin' nuthin'.

I retaliated, "I dare you ALL to remove YOURS."

Marisa replied, "No prob, but since you've dared MORE than ONE person, 
it's only fair you get an EXTRA one.  So, I dare you to sign and date 
your bra, and give it to Bobby."

I shrugged and did it.

Amber said, "Chrissy, I dare YOU to sign and date YOUR bra.  Give yours 
to Brad."

When it was Katie's turn, she dared the others to toss their bras 
overboard.

Marisa told her, "You know the rules, Katie, multiple dares, you get an 
extra one.  So, you toss yours too."

She did.

The guide announced that we were finally there.  We had to put the game 
on hold again, until we were on the way back.  

After the show, most of the class went back inside, but we returned to 
our spot in the stern.

Marisa said, "Nicki, I dare you to go into the head with Frankie, let 
HIM take off, and KEEP your panties.  After you SIGN them, of course."

I hesitated.  Since I was wearing low rider jeans, it meant that I would 
have to let him take off everything except my sweat shirt.

"What's a matter?  You CHICKEN?"

NOBODY calls ME chicken. I got mad, grabbed him by the hand, and pulled 
him into the head after me.  We came back, with that asshole twirling my 
panties around his finger, so everyone could see them.

"Let me see," said Marisa, "Sexxxy, Nick, but you forgot the DATE."

I dated them and gave them back to Frankie.

After a few more rounds, we all had spent time in the head with the guys.
No one had on any underwear on.  Even some of the other kids began to 
notice how many trips we made to the head.  It was hard for them to NOT 
KNOW what was going on.  Those assholes were always displaying our 
panties when we came out.  

But I WAS SO EXCITED, knowing we were doing all these sexy, forbidden 
things, in front of everyone. 

Sure, no one had SEEN anything, but still they KNEW we did 'em.

It was Katie's turn next.

Amber said, "Katie, I dare you to lift your skirt above your waist in the 
back, and let Brad write his name and the date in the middle of your left 
ass cheek."

Marisa added, "You should make her move out a little ways afterwards, 
and turn around slowly, so everyone can see."

"Good idea.  Do it, I DARE you!"
 
I couldn't believe it but she DID it!

She got even though.  Since they ganged up on HER, Katie dared THEM to 
let us put different flavors of clear lip gloss on each of their nipples.  
Then they had to go into the head with Ryan and Bobby.  When they came 
back, after five minutes, the guys had to tell us the correct flavors. 

My turn, Amber said, "Nicki, I dare you to allow Paul, using a red 
marker, to draw a heart with an arrow through it, just above your bush." 

I hesitated.

"You're not CHICKEN, are you?"

I unbuttoned and unzipped my low-riders, and let Paul do it, his 
left thumb teasing my cunt hairs while he worked. 

"Let's see," said Marisa.

I turned around and showed everyone his artwork.

"Cute.  But you forgot your name and the date, honey."

He added those with a flourish.

I wasn't going to let HER, get the best of ME.  

"Marisa, I dare YOU to take Frankie inside and give him a BLOW JOB, but 
DON'T SWALLOW it. I dare you to HOLD it in your MOUTH, come back, show 
US the load, and THEN swallow it, in front of everyone."

She looked stunned.

"What's a matter, YOU CHICKEN, HONEY?"

She glared at me and then did it.

The ship was approaching MacMillan Wharfe, so we had to stop again, 
until we all got off.
 
The Teachers decided to give us a little space, for a coupla hours. 
We could walk around P'Town, get lunch, pick up a few souvenirs, and 
chill out, before the bus ride home.  

(After all, this was Cape Cod, not New York City. It was the middle of 
the day, during the week, in the off-season.  What mischief could they 
possibly get into?  Right.) 





KATIE RESUMED HER STORY


We wandered around a bit, got some hot dogs and fries for lunch, and  
continued our game.  We were having a blast.  The dares had now gotten 
REALLY wild.  We had split from the boys, so it was just us five girls. 

We went into one of the tee-shirt shops to look around.  Marisa held up 
a pink crop-top.

Amber said, "Marisa, I think it'd look GREAT on you.  Why don't you try 
it on.  I DARE you to do it, RIGHT HERE."

Marisa shrugged, unbuttoned and removed her shirt, stood there a few 
seconds in just her skirt, and put the tee on.

"Whaddah ya think, guys?  Is it me?"

The shirt DID look fantastic on her and we told her so.

She called to the guy behind the counter, "Excuse, me.  I'll take THIS 
one.  Do I have to take it OFF, or can I wear it?"

He replied, "Sweetheart, you can wear it if you want to.  But I'm NOT 
gonna STOP you if you want to take it OFF, either."

We paid for our purchases and left the shop giggling.

Within the next 15 minutes, we ALL flashed our tits at guys at least 
three or four times apiece.  When Katie spotted a pair of sandals in the 
shoe store window, we went inside so she could try 'em on.  There were 
two good looking guys working there.  Marisa went over to one of them.

"Excuse me.  My friend likes the sandals in the window, but she doesn't 
know what SIZE she wears."

"No problem.  Have a seat over there.  Let me get the measuring gauge, 
and we'll find out."

Katie sat down in one of the chairs, as he drug his stool over.  She 
picked up her leg and put her foot into the gauge, forgetting she wasn't
wearing any panties under her mini skirt.  When the guy looked up to tell 
Katie her size, he was staring right at her bare pussy.  

Marisa said, "Make sure he measures both feet, Katie.  Maybe you take a 
different size on the other foot."  

Katie removed her foot and put her other one up on the stool, her pussy 
spreading WIDE OPEN in front of his eyes!  It wasn't until Chrissy began 
giggling, that she realized what was going on.

The salesman held onto her foot for a short time, his eyes never leaving 
her cunt.  He had the biggest grin when he answered.

"Nope.  Same size.  Both are size 6."

When he got up to get a pair, his buddy sat on the stool.

"I got 'em, Roger,"

He picked up her left foot and put it on his lap, to put the sandal on. 
Softly stroking her foot and ankle while buckling the straps, his eyes 
were locked on her pussy the whole time.  He bent over, moving her foot 
down, and putting the other one in his lap.  His eyes inches from her 
drooling cunt.  We could all see and smell her juices as they dripped 
onto the seat.  It really turned her on showing her cunt to these guys!
When she got up, we all saw the puddle she left on the chair.  They 
didn't even charge her for the sandals. 

Roger said, "Honey, it's been OUR pleasure.  Come again soon."

As we walked down the street, I grabbed her arm and whispered to her,
"I can't believe you did that, Katie."

She replied, "Neither can I.  But what a BLAST!" 

"Did you see the look on their faces?"

She just nodded, grinning.

Then we got to 'Shoppe Aholic'.



(I knew exactly which store Nicki was referring to. 'Shoppe Aholic' is
a favorite among the younger crowd.  The front of the shop focuses on 
items to attract the teenage clientele.  Inexpensive jewelry, rings, 
bracelets, earrings, temporary tattoos, incense, tee shirts, joke 
and gag items fill the walls and showcases.  Loud rock music draws the 
kids in like the Pied Piper of Hamlin.  

In the middle of the store, the store takes on the look and feel, of a 
head shop straight out of the 60's.  The jewelry is adult in nature, 
and joined by an assortment of pipes, bongs, roach clips, and leather.  

There is even a large area in the rear, devoted to adult magazines, 
tapes, and sex toys.  The employees are SUPPOSED to enforce the age 
rules there, but in reality they SELDOM do.

It was into this teen Mecca, our gang of five headed next.) 






'Shoppe Aholic'


We roamed around the stuff in front until we saw the tats.  Leafing 
through the book, Amber spotted one with three red cherries she liked.  

Chrissy said, " I dare you to get it put just above your pussy lips?"

"What's a matter, Amber?  You CHICKEN?"

Amber hesitated a bit more. 

Chrissy began to chant, "Amber's a chicken. . . Amber's a chicken. . ."

That's all it took.  Amber walked over to the guy at the register and 
said, "I'll take this one."  She pointed to the cherries.

"That'll be three dollars.  Do you want an instruction sheet, or do you 
want me to put it on for you?"

Amber stared at Chrissy as she told him, "I'd like you to do it."

"Okay.  C'mon over here then."

He walked over to where they had a table and chairs set up.

"Where do you want it put?"

Amber continued to stare at Chrissy as she laid back on the table, lifted 
her skirt above her waist, and pointed to a spot just above her pussy.

"Right here will be fine."

"Okay, Honey.  You say so."

He tore open 1 of those alcohol pads, and cleaned the area with it.  He 
bent over and blew on it to evaporate the alcohol, while staring inches 
from her pussy.  He put the tattoo in the dish of solvent and waited for 
it to soften.

"It isn't often I get a nice view like this, Sweetie.  Usually I'm 
putting 'em on some grubby kids arm." 

He placed the tattoo where she wanted it, and began to rub it on with 
his fingertips.  His thumb rested right on her cunt lips, and when she 
didn't say anything, he began to stroke them with it.  When she STILL 
didn't complain, he let his thumb slide between her pussy lips and began 
to gently rub her clit.  Amber began to moan softly, lifting her hips to 
increase the contact with his hand.  He moved his other hand over to 
spread her thighs, and placed his finger at the entrance to her cunt. 
Slowly he inserted his finger into her pussy, probing deeper until he
encountered an obstruction.

"It's not false advertisement, is it, Sweetie?  You really ARE cherry!"

While we all watched, he continued to stroke in her cunt with his finger 
while rubbing her clit.  After a minute he could feel her cunt muscles 
squeezing his finger tightly as she raised her hips and began spasming.  

She yelled out, "I'm cumming!!!"  And flooded his hand with her juices. 

She laid back on the table to catch her breath, not bothering to cover 
her exposed pussy. 

"I'm gonna have ta get one of these more OFTEN!" 

"Anytime, Sweetie.  Just come in and ol' Jack'll take care of ya."

We wandered over to the display of body jewelry.  Chrissy's eyes seemed 
to glow when she saw the nipple rings.  

Amber saw the look and said, "I dare you to get your NIPPLES pierced." 

Chrissy replied, "My father'd kill me!"

Amber began chanting, "Chrissy's a chicken. . .Chrissy's a chicken. . ."

She turned to me, a pleading look in her eye. 

"Don't look at me, Chrissy.  You got yourself into it by goading Amber."

"What'll I do?  You KNOW my dad, Nicki.  He'll KILL me."

Amber kept chanting, "Chrissy's a chicken. . .Chrissy's a chicken. . ."

She spun toward her, "I am NOT a CHICKEN."

Amber replied, "Prove it!"

"I will.  I'm gonna get 'em."

Chrissy called out, "Sir.  I'd like to get these please." 

She pointed to a pair of small gold rings in the case.

"Okay, Sweetie.  Come over here and sit on the table."

Chrissy sat down, pulling her t-shirt over her head, proudly sticking 
her breasts out. 

The salesman loaded the piercing tool and turned to Chrissy.

"Sweetie, my name's Jack.  We're going to have to PREPARE your nipples 
if you want 'em pierced.  I'm not gonna lie to you, Baby.  It's gonna 
sting when I do this.  I see you've had your ears pierced.  Do you 
remember what it felt like?  This is gonna hurt a bit more."

"Are you sure you want me to do it?"

She looked him in the eye, "YES!"

Jack reached up and grasped her right nipple between his thumb and index 
finger, rolling it, and pulling it out from her chest.  Chrissy closed 
her eyes and moaned from the stimulation her nipple was receiving. 

When Jack saw she was distracted, he grasped the very tip of her nipple 
with tips of his fingers, stretching it out firmly.  He wiped it with an 
alcohol swab, set the tool in place, and squeezed the trigger.

Chrissy jumped, and yelled, "Ouch."

"Now, that wasn't so bad.  Was it, Little One?"

"No, not really."

"Don't worry, the worst part is over." 

He slid the ring into the tube, then grasped the end of the tube with a 
pair of small pliers.   He pulled the tube out, leaving just the gold 
ring in her nipple.  He finished by wiping it again with the swab.

"Ready for the other one?"

She nodded.  He repeated the process.

"Why don't ya go check 'em out in the mirror?"

Chrissy hopped off the table and strode across the room, wearing only 
her skirt, to admire her new rings.

When she came back, her face was GLOWING.  She had actually DONE IT!

NOW, who was a CHICKEN?

She turned to Katie and said, "You like showing your PUSSY off.  I dare 
YOU to get IT pierced."

"I don't know.  What would I put in it?"

"You've got lots a choices, Sweetie," replied Jack, "You could have a 
small ring like your friend here, or a small bar is kinda nice too." 

"How 'bout a small bar, up near the top?"

"No problem, Sweetie.  Hop up on the table while I get ready."

After choosing a different tool, he swabbed her lips inside and out with 
the alcohol.

"Ouch!"

"Does it STING, Katie?" taunted Marisa.

"I'll survive."

Jack said, "It's a good thing you've shaved 'em recently, or I'd have 
had to do it.  Not that I'd mind, ya hear?"

Jack grasped her lips firmly, set the tool in place, and squeezed the 
trigger without warning.

"HEY!  That DID hurt."
 
"Almost finished.  Just need to put the bar in, remove the tube, screw 
the end on, and we're done."

"Okay, hop down and go check it out in the mirror."

"Anybody else, while I'm set up?"

Katie turned, "What about it, Marisa.  YOU thought it was pretty funny 
a minute ago.  I dare YOU to get YOUR pussy pierced."

"Got the guts, don't got the cash," she replied.

Amber piped up, "I'll front ya, Marisa."

She continued, "While you're at it, Jack, put one of those little rings 
in MY belly button too."

As we got ready to leave, it suddenly dawned on Marisa.

"Wait a minute, Guys.  Nicki's the only one DIDN'T get pierced."

Before she could continue, Chrissy piped up.

"Nicki, I dare YOU to get YOUR nipples pierced.  YOU aren't CHICKEN, 
are YOU?"

"Chrissy, Mom'll KILL me."

"Looks like we die together then.  Wait'll my dad sees these."

"Are you planning to show him?"

"HELL NO!  But it'll only be a matter of time, before one of my IDIOT 
SISTERS see 'em.  YOU know how they LOVE to TATTLE." 

The other girls began chanting , "Nicki's a chicken. . .Nicki's a 
chicken. . .Nicki's a chicken."

As I pulled my sweatshirt over my head, I glared at them. 

And yelled, "I AM NOT A CHICKEN!!!"

"Hop up on the table, Sweetie.  What would YOU like?  I think the small 
gold rings, like your friend over there has, would look GREAT on you."

I glanced over, Chrissy STILL hadn't put her shirt back on!  The little 
shit was standing there, her tits pushed out proudly, grinning like an 
idiot. 

A lil scared I said, "Um. . .Sure."

"Don't worry, Sweetie.  It only hurts for a coupla minutes.  Sorta like
a bee sting.  You'll see.  Nothin' like these tats."

I looked at him more closely.  He was over 6 ft tall, his bald head 
gleaming with sweat.  He unbuttoned his shirt to show me a huge Harley 
Davidson tattoo with 'Born to be Wild' below it.  And BOTH of HIS nipples 
had small gold rings dangling from 'em, matching the one in his left ear. 

HE reached over and grasped my right boob in his hand, gently squeezing 
it.  Caressing my nipple with his finger tips, softly stroking until it 
began to swell with my growing excitement.  Before today, I had only let 
two guys feel my tits under my shirt.  Now I was sittin' TOPLESS in the 
MIDDLE OF A STORE, with an OLD GUY I JUST MET feeling me up.  And four 
of my friends were WATCHING him do it! 

I was ENJOYING it!  As my nipple grew to the size of a pencil eraser, he 
began to pinch it and pull it out from my chest.  When I began to moan 
in excitement, he reached over with his other hand.  While holding just 
the tip of it in his finger tips, he wiped my nipple off with the swab.  
He pinched my engorged nipple once more.  Still grasping it firmly with 
his finger tips, he set the tool in place and squeezed the trigger. 

Blushing, she continued.  I CAME VIOLENTLY as the tool closed and the 
plastic tube pierced my nipple.

When I settled back down, they were all GRINNING at me and APPLAUDING.

Jack said, "I don't think that was TOO bad.  Was it, Sweetie?"

"Ready for the other one?" 

I nodded my head, still unable to speak.

He did the same thing with my left boob.

And I CAME AGAIN, even HARDER than the FIRST TIME!

As we started to pull our shirts back on, Jack stopped us.

"Wait a minute, Girls, you'll cover 'em all up.  I got somethin' for ya. 
A lil present from Ol' Jack."

He handed each of us a spaghetti strapped camisole.  Chrissy's has a lil 
devil on it, and says 'The devil made me do it'.  Mine says 'Hot Stuff'
in flames.

We pulled 'em on and smoothed 'em over our bodies.  When we looked in 
the mirror, we could SEE our NIPS poking at the thin material, and the 
outline of the rings CLEARLY through our shirts.

We walked back to where the bus was parked, flashing some more guys 
along the way.  It was nearly time to leave.  About a block from the 
bus we ran into the guys again, and dared each other to show 'em what 
we'd got.

After they'd all had a good look (and FEEL), we put our other shirts 
back on over the camisoles.  We DIDN'T want the TEACHERS to see 'em! 

As we were getting on the bus, word was spreading among the other kids 
about what we'd done.  

We went and took our seats at the back of the bus.  Katie dared us ALL 
to show ANYONE who ASKED our piercings and Amber's tat.  We agreed, but 
only SHE had to do it too. 

On the way back, ALL the GUYS and MOST of the GIRLS stopped by to see 
'em, going to the can so that the Teachers wouldn't wig it.  

They're NEVER gonna call US, 'Miss Goody Two Shoes', after this!!!!!





OUR CONVERSATION RESUMES


"Is there somethin' wrong with me, Uncle George?  I LIKED showing off my 
tits to the guys.  EVEN when the OLD GUY was feeling me up.  And I CAME 
when my nipples were PIERCED! Does that make me a PERVERT or sumthin'?"

"No, Tiger, I don't think you're a pervert.  It's only natural.  Your 
body's beginning to grow and change.  You're PROUD of it, and it IS 
exciting to SHOW OFF a bit.  You wouldn't really be considered an 
Exhibitionist, unless you felt the urge to do it ALL THE TIME."

"But how 'bout when I CAME?  It seems kinda strange to've done it then."

"Nah. . .I don't think you're a Masochist, either.  I just think it was 
timing, that's all.  He knew just when to pull the trigger, when you were 
the most distracted."

"What's a Masochist?"

"A Masochist is someone who gets off on PAIN, Tiger, and a Sadist is 
someone who gets off by INFLICTING it." 

"Oh. . .So you DON'T think there's anythin' WRONG with me or nuthin'?" 

"No, Darling, there's nothing wrong with you.  

"But, you ARE mad at me, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not angry with you because of what you DID, Nicki.  I am 
DISAPPOINTED because you weren't THINKING about WHAT you were doing, 
WHY you were doing it, or the possible CONSEQUENCES of your actions."

"What consequences?"

"About the 'Truth or Dare' game, I think YOU know.  Maybe you didn't 
THINK about them at the time, but you KNEW what COULD'VE happened.  
Things could've very easily gotten out of hand, gone FURTHER than YOU 
wanted or were ABLE to prevent, once begun.  But, with the other kids 
and teachers nearby, THIS time you were SAFE and very, very LUCKY."

I continued, "I'm more worried about the piercings."

"Why THEM?  It isn't such a big deal and all, I mean EVERYBODY gets 'em 
pierced today."

"If EVERYBODY jumped off the roof, would YOU?"

"Course not."

"Thank God for that at least.  If you would make THAT exception, maybe 
you MIGHT want to CONSIDER OTHERS in the future."

"My FIRST worry is obvious, we need to prevent infection.  From what 
you've told me, Jack seems to have taken all the right precautions.  
So, you SHOULD be okay, IF you keep them clean." 

"What ELSE is there to worry about?"

"Haven't you had sex education in school?"

"Yeah, But. . ."

"Okay.  C'mon, Tiger, let's go into the kitchen.  I think we need some  props 
for this next part." 

I poured us each a glass of milk, removed a few things from a drawer, 
and set everything on the counter, along with a box of donuts. 

"Have a seat at the counter."

"Okay.  DO you know what a nipple looks like, and what it's used for?" 

"Uh. . .Duh. . .COURSE I do, Uncle George.  I've GOT TWO of 'em!"

"I DON'T mean from the OUTSIDE, Tiger.  I KNOW you know how they look 
THAT WAY.  I mean on the inside."

I could tell from her expression, she didn't have a clue what I was 
getting at.  "Let's take this one step at a time."

"You've baby sat for young babies, right?"

"Yep."

"And you've fed them with a bottle, right?  You know how they work?"

"Course. . .But what's that. . ." 

I interrupted, "Bear with me, we're coming to that.  Okay?"

"Okay."

"If you took a NEEDLE, pushing it through the nipple on the bottle, 
from one side to the other, and THEN tried to feed the baby, what would 
HAPPEN?" 

She giggled, "It'd squirt all over the place!"
Ah. . .The light was coming on.  Someone was finally coming home. 

"You mean. . .But how 'bout all the people who've had 'em pierced?"

"A human nipple is a little bit different, Nicki.  It's cross section 
is a little more like this." 

I reached into the box and held up one of the donuts.  

"The flesh surrounding your milk duct is considerably thicker, than 
the rubber is on a baby bottle nipple."

"One of things we need to check is, this didn't happen."

I took a skewer that I had removed from the drawer earlier, and put it 
through the center of the donut. 

She giggled, "Oops. . .That'd cause a mess."

"Yep, and baby'd go hungry."

"You said 'ONE of the things'?" 

"I did.  This is ANOTHER possible problem."

I put the skewer through the donut again, this time nearer the edge.  
A chunk of the donut tore off and fell to the countertop.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch, is right, Darling.  We need to make sure that WON'T happen to 
yours." 

Visibly worried now, she asked, "How do we do that, Uncle George?"

"This NEXT part I would RATHER you did with your MOM.  We need to make 
SURE the piercings have been done PROPERLY.  If they weren't, and we 
remove the rings QUICKLY, we increase the odds the holes will heal 
properly.  I don't want to WAIT until Kim picks you up on Sunday, that 
MIGHT be too long."

"I WANT you to do it," she giggled, "Besides, a whole lotta OTHER guys 
have seen 'em ALREADY today!  Why shouldn't YOU get to see 'em too?" 

Maybe I was WRONG.  Maybe she WAS a little Exhibitionist! 

She removed her sweatshirt and camisole, revealing a pair of perfect 
breasts.  The size of small apples, they stood firm and proud, with 
small coral pink aureoles and pencil eraser nipples.  The gold rings 
glinting in the sunlight.

I whistled, "You're BEAUTIFUL!"

"Do you THINK so, Uncle George?"

"I KNOW so, Nicki.  You ARE beautiful."

She giggled, "Then I guess you won't MIND checking 'em out, TOO MUCH?"

The little minx is TEASING me, and ENJOYING every minute too!  She is 
DEFINITELY growing up quickly.

"Nah, I'll SURVIVE," I joked back.

She giggled again, "What do you want me to do?"

"We deed to check the positioning of the rings, to be sure nether problem 
occurs." 


TO BE CONTINUED?  Let me know if YOU think I should.


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