My huge cousin/girlfriend Megan drove us to the tattoo shop, steering with only her left hand, while I held her right hand with both of mine. Meanwhile, I watched with a massive hard on while her bare right foot went back and forth from the break to the accelerator.
I was excited about getting my first tattoo, having wanted many for as long as I could remember. I was a little nervous about the possible pain, though I wasn't going to let that stop me.
"Buddy?" I said to Megan, softly and a little shaky.
"Yes?" she responded.
"How much will this hurt?"
Megan then spoke very comfortingly to me while gripping me a little with her right hand. "Buddy, don't worry about it. You're getting the weed leaf on your right hip, correct?"
"Yeah. That was your first, so I want it to be my first also."
"That's very special to me, Buddy. And don't worry, this one won't hurt that much. You have a lot of muscle there, and he won't have to stick the needle into any bones."
"That's good!"
"But some other parts of your body, it's a lot worse. The ones on my hip and arm were no big deal, but the ones on my lower back and left side hurt like fuck, but they were still worth it."
"That's good, and I love all your tattoos. Do you plan to get anymore?"
"Oh yeah, I'm just waiting until I lose some weight. I have a lot in mind, some for myself, some for both of us, and I'd like to keep going until my skin is about 75% covered."
"That would be awesome and I'd like the same thing for myself."
Suddenly, Megan paused and smiled. "I just realized something!" she said.
"What?!"
"You've seen me nude! I mean, I know we just showered together, but it didn't hit me until just now that I was nude from the time I woke up! I guess you took my shirt off while I was sleeping!"
"Yes, I did, and I totally fucking love all 315 pounds of your entire huge body!"
"Wow, I'm so relieved! This is the first time in my life that I'm not ashamed of my body, and that I'll feel sexy when I'm nude! And now when people make fun of me for being fat, I won't give a fucking shit anymore, because my super fucking awesome cousin/boyfriend thinks I'm hot as fuck, and that's all that matters to me! I mean, I still want to lose some weight, but it feels so wonderful to know that you'll be hot for me no matter what." I was overjoyed to have cured Megan's lifelong self-esteem problem.
A few seconds later. we came to a red light and French kissed while we were stopped, until we heard the car behind us honk, signaling that the light had turned green.
As we laughed and my eyes went back to watching her bare right foot work the pedals, I asked her "Do you always drive barefooted?!"
"Except for the rare occasions that I'm not wearing flip flops, yes! Flip flops are usually comfortable as fuck, but they get in the way of driving!" she said.
"Speaking of flip flops, did you ever look for a particular pair but not find it because it was with me?!"
"Honestly, no! I have so many fucking pairs, I wouldn't notice if one was gone!"
"Did you ever notice any of my come stains on them?!"
"No, but I'm super turned on knowing that you jacked off with them while staring at pictures of the bottom of my fucking feet! I wish so much I could've seen that! It must've been fucking adorable!"
"And it was a super turn on for me every time I saw you wear a pair that I'd jacked off with!"
At that, she parked in front of the tattoo shop and slipped her flip flops back on, we looked at each other and grinned, had a quick kiss on the lips, and went inside, holding hands with our fingers interlocked.
At the front desk was a beautiful, young Native American woman, who was barefooted and wearing only a sleeveless shirt and an elastic pair of gym shorts, displaying dozens of tattoos. She was 5'7" and 150 lbs. with very short black hair, almost dyke level, a flat chest, and an awesome pair of feet that made me particularly want to see her soles. A pair of flip flops was next to her feet.
"May I help you?" the woman asked.
"We have an appointment," Megan said.
"Megan?" the woman asked while looking on the computer.
"Yes," Megan said.
"Go on to the back room; he's waiting for you," the woman said.
We arrived in the back room and I saw Megan's tattoo artist for the first time. He was middle aged and had a shaved head with a goatee. He wore a sleeveless shirt and jeans, and both of his arms were completely tattooed.
"Meg!" he exclaimed.
"Ink Man!" she exclaimed as she walked toward him with open arms.
"Good to see you again!" he said as they hugged tightly.
"You too!" Megan said as they let go of each other.
"It was a big surprise when my girlfriend told me that you'd scheduled an appointment!"
"That's your girlfriend, out at the desk?!"
"Yes!"
"Wow, she's beautiful!"
"I know, but thanks!"
"Are you sure she's not a little young for you?!"
"Hey, she turned 18 a couple of months ago! She's legal! That's all that matters!"
"How old are you?!"