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geschrieben von Andrea am 12.02.2002 um 19:17:00
Sweet Sixteen
PREFACE:
OK, my name is not Susan. I changed all the names in my story because if someone ever figured out who I was, I would just die of embarrassment on the spot! I first visited your site about a week ago while searching for earrings and was blow away by some of the stuff I read here. For once, I almost feel a bit normal! Thank you! I have had all this stuff bottled up inside me for so long, and I think it will help me just to let it out in this nice, but anonymous place. So here it is! The story of my teen years!
Sweet Sixteen
My parents were conservative. At age 15 ½ I was the only girl I knew who did not have her ears pierced! Ok, I was a bit of a late bloomer anyway, not even having any signs of womanhood until age 14. From what I am told that's pretty rare these days. I was so ashamed of my ears not being pierced that I grew my hair long to cover them. Not only did they lack any holes, but they had this strange habit of turning red whenever I got excited or embarrassed. Most people blush in the cheeks, for me it was the ears! I had started to become obsessed about getting them pierced and my parents finally gave in, kind of... They agreed that when I turned 16, I could get them pierced. So I had it all planned out: My sixteenth birthday was on a Sunday, The mall opened at 10 a.m., And I would be in that chair getting my ears pierced at 10:05 !
Now here's the funny part. I had a boyfriend named Mark. We had been going out for about a year and shortly before my sixteenth birthday, quite unexpectedly, had sex. I look back at that as one of the more stupid things that I did in my teens. No, I didn't get pregnant or anything like that, but it sure was stupid! I tell you this to explain just how obsessed I was with getting my ears pierced. You see, I remember thinking how I had lost my virginity but my parents still thought I was too young to have my ears pierced! What a thing to be thinking about in those circumstances!!
Finally, the day was close at hand! Saturday night, and I was out with Mark at a movie. On the way home he brushed my hair back and said, "Boy, your ears are really red!" I said, "I know! I know! I'm getting them pierced tomorrow!" I then had to explain how whenever I get excited my ears get all red. He said how he noticed that and how I should have seen how red they got the night we made love, then he said something that really bummed me out, "I don't think they'll pierce them if they're red like that." I was horrified! I had waited years for this. What if he was right?? I'd never be able to get them pierced because I would always be excited!
It was morning. This was the day! mom and I wasted no time getting to the mall on time and she could hardly keep up with me as I headed to the store. To call it a store was a bit of an overstatement. It was kind of a little booth in the middle of the mall. In the center of the booth was a chair and not much room for more then two or three people to stand. How long I had dreamed of being in that chair!! Finally, I was in it! The girl's name was Laura and she appeared to be the only employee. She spent a lot of time with my mom covering the do's and don'ts and going over the selection of earrings they could use. It seamed to take forever! I mean, I didn't care if they used thumbtacks, just put them in already! My mom selected a pair of 18k gold studs that had little gold beads on them and asked if I liked them. I nodded yes and the moment of truth had arrived! Laura combed my hair behind my ears and immediately commented on how red my ears were. Oh no! Was it not to be?? I couldn't bare to speak. My mom thankfully did speak. She explained how my ears always got red when I was excited. How embarrassing! I started to become so self conscious! That only added to the problem and my ears grew even more red! Across the mall was a cute guy from school and I was sure he was looking at me! My mind started rambling, thinking crazy "worst case" scenarios. I'm sure it was my imagination, but I could swear they had swollen so much that I could hear my heart beating from them! Visions of some cheap horror flick went through my mind! I imagined her shooting the piercing gun and my ears exploding and covering us all with blood! How it would be in the newspaper and everyone would laugh at me!
Meanwhile, Laura and my mom had chosen the location for the pierce and Laura prepared a cotton ball with alcohol. She started rubbing my right earlobe with it. The cool ball felt so good on my hot ear... too good! Of all the things, it was turning me on!! "Oh No!", I thought, "I'm a lesbian!" The piercing gun was in her hand loaded with the gold stud. She grasped my earlobe and slid it in the gun. I was sure my lobe was swollen to the size of a grape by then and would pop when she hit the trigger..... "Click" .. It was over! "That does look nice.", my mother said. Laura checked to see that it went in right and was very pleased with her work. I on the other hand, was wondering what life as a lesbian would be like.. In one respect, it was a great relief that it was finally in there, but on the other hand, the little sting was turning me on! The second ear went pretty much like the first. It seamed like we had been there for hours and my life had changed so, but as we left, mom checked her watch and commented that the whole thing had only taken 10 minutes!
It was still Sunday, and there was nobody around to show my new ears to. Mark was away at some family function, and my own family was bored with the subject. I had slowly convinced myself that I was not a lesbian, but did come to the realization that having my ears pierced was turning me on. Maybe it had just been so long in coming. Yea, that must be it. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror gazing at my newly pierced earlobes and my still red and swollen ears. they were so swollen that the balls seamed to be half submerged in the lobe. I touched them with my fingernail, carefully lifting them and looking at the clasp on the back. If I could just calm down, everything would be just fine. By nightfall I had calmed down and I remember looking in the mirror and thinking how my ears were looking normal. My imagination had not calmed down and that night I had some of the craziest dreams of my life! I remember the one involved wild lovemaking and me wearing the biggest hoop earrings in the world! Ironic, when I think back at it.
When I woke the next morning, I remember looking at my pillow and seeing a drop of blood. I freaked, running to the bathroom expecting to see my ear replaced with some mangled hamburger meat or something! Everything looked fine. I couldn't even find where the drop had come from. It was Monday morning and the first school day of the week. After my shower, I decided to try a new hair style to show off my pierced ears. I went to school expecting everyone to be amazed at the huge change in my appearance. Not one person noticed, except for one comment about my new hair. I had to find Mary. Mary was like a big sister. I always told her everything and she was the wise one who put things in perspective. I finally caught up with her at lunch. It was a nice day out and we took our lunches out on the lawn.
Mary examined my ears as I related the story about the piercing and the strange dreams.. "Well, they look fine. As for the dreams, we can only wish for such a time! Maybe when your ears heal, you should get yourself a pair of hoops!" She was very calm about the whole thing and added a story about some Greek guy that had found a connection between romance and earrings. One thing was for sure, when the time came I was going to buy myself a pair of hoops! The rest of the day was uneventful, and Mark was absent from school as well. Still at that family thing. My first big scare came in the evening. Laura had explained how every so often I should rotate the balls. I lifted my earlobe and tried to grasp the stud with my fingers to turn it, but my long fake nails got in the way. Finally, I got a grip on it. It wouldn't turn!! Once again, horror filled my heart as I envisioned some gross scenario involving amputation of my earlobes to remove the earrings! Squeezing my eyes shut, I gave it a hard twist. With a little click, the ball spun in my fingers!
The rest of the week went pretty much like Monday. Mark came back, and he told me my ears looked cool. Every night, I turned the balls but they continued to be sticky. On the third night, I took one out. I was not suppose to, but I was sure something was going wrong. Yuck! I'll save you the details, but my ears didn't seam to like these studs. My mom suggested we switch over to a small pair of hoops. "HOOPS!", I thought, "Already!!" At the mall, we went over the selection. Each time I would pick a pair out, mom would say "too big." Finally, she picked out a small pair of thin endless gold hoops, 18k, a little under ½ inch in diameter. Cost, $35.
Friday, with the help of some Vaseline, and a lot of patience, we made the switch to hoops. My ears looked really weird around the hole where the ball had been, and it made a lot of sense that hoops would let my ears heal better. I was a little grossed out, and my monthly visitor had come to town which made me all that more sick. I decided right then and there that I would not change earrings for another six weeks. It sounded like a good decision, but three weeks down the road, I was dying to get some hot new earrings.
Things started heating up with Mark and me and somewhere along the line I told him the story about how the piercing turned me on so. (again!) Mark had been pretty apathetic about the whole earring thing up to that point, but the story really got him going! "Wow, I can just picture you in some hot, sexy outfit with huge hoops earrings!", he said. I didn't want to break his heart and tell him that he had not been a part of the dream so I let him go on thinking he was. And why did he react this time? I had told him back when it first happened. He reached over and ran his finger down my right ear. A thrill shot from the top of my head to my little toes! He taped the earring lightly with his fingertip. Why was this doing this to me? My thoughts seamed to become downright vulgar! "Your ears look really sexy when they get red like that!" Anyhow, one thing lead to another and pretty soon we were at it again in the back of his station wagon. The first time, we did things without any protection, this time, he had brought some. The whole time, he kept touching and stroking my ears. Whatever connection there had been became etched in stone that night!!
Six weeks had come and gone! This time I went to the mall without my mother. I knew she wouldn't approve, and she didn't have to know! This would be my secret earring collection. For the past two weeks I had been practicing taking the earrings in and out and they appeared to be totally healed. Part of me was cautious, but another part of me wanted to feel what wearing a huge pair of earrings would be like. My eyes scanned down the racks and focused on a big bold pair of puffed silver hoops, probably three inched in diameter! The earwire was a straight bar that snapped in a clasp on the back of the hoop. I was sure I could get it in with no problem. Best of all, they only cost $6 ! Those hoops were mine!
Back in my bedroom, I locked the door and took the hoops out of my pocket. I quickly slipped the tiny gold ones off. My ears were bright red again! I lifted the earwire to my ear and slid it through the hole, locking the clasp. I let it free and it dangled from my ear, swinging back and forth slightly stretching my earlobe with it. The reaction was instant! I quickly put the other one on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked hot! I tried all sorts of poses. Hair up, hair down, leaning back, leaning to my side... The more they bounced around, the more excited I got! The brilliant silver shined from my bright red ears! I got so overexcited, I almost did what good girls don't do! A devious plan started to form in my head. My parents had to go away the next day, which was Saturday. My mom was quite petite, about the same size as me. I knew she had some fairly hot cloths tucked away somewhere... I was going to ambush Mark!
It was two in the afternoon, parents gone, and Mark was coming over in about an hour. (They would have, would still, kill me if they had known!) I picked out a pair of four inch high heels, some black fishnet stockings, a very small red dress, and some arm length white gloves. I simply went wild with the eye makeup making my eyes almost like cat's eyes! I combed my hair back and held it back with a gold colored hair comb and then, holding my breath, put on the hoops! I added some blush so my face was a little redder to match my ears, and the sat back and waited. As I sat there, I kept tapping my right earring with my fingernail causing it to swing back and forth. I got myself so worked up, I was sure I would leap across the room and pounce on him when he came through the door! When he finally came in, I was able to maintain my cool, but I am sure my ears must have been cherry red! His mouth just dropped wide open! I was told this is a G rated site, so I will spare you the details, but the day actually lived up to my dreams!!! Things got so hot I am still surprised my ears just didn't explode leaving the whole house looking like a crime scene! Before we knew it, it was 7:00 p.m. (My parents were due home at eight!) Mark quickly slipped out the door and I went on a cleaning campaign and put my mom's things away. The last thing on was the hoops. When I went into the bathroom, what I saw in the mirror gave me a start! My ears were beat red and my earlobes had actually stretched! (Or so I thought.) It looked like the holes had formed small slots in my ears. As I removed my right earring, my finger had a small drop of blood on it. What had I done! I had wrecked my earlobes!! As I looked closer I could see that for the most part I had faked myself out. The earrings had slid forward causing the wire to tilt downward only giving the impression that the holes had stretched. I quickly cleaned my ears with the little bottle of stuff they had given me and put in the little gold hoops. I hid my fantasy hoops in the back of my dresser under all my cloths and gave my ears another look. The lobes looked fine but as I could hear my parents returning home, they were still blushed red as a cherry! I decided to play sick and quickly got in bed. It worked! My mom peeked in then they went off to watch TV.
In the morning, I was out of bed like a shot. In the bathroom, I looked over my ears. They looked fine, but the right one was a little sore. I laid back in bed and reveled in the prior day's events. What a day! One you will remember your whole life! I felt guilty doing this behind my parent's backs, but sometimes you have to live out your fantasies. About two days later, my monthly friend arrived. Again, a time for healing. Funny... Things really went downhill with Mark after that. It's like, how can anything live up to that day! Maybe out of guilt, I lead a pretty quiet life the rest of that year. I did buy earrings, but the usual stuff. It wasn't till my seventeenth birthday that my love of hoops was rekindled.
After the party, Mark gave me one gift in private. (I have them to this day) It was a pair of gold, Nine West hoops. Four full inches!! I smiled at him, and we both recounted the stories of that special day. Somehow, the memories were hotter than anything we felt now. I put them away in my dresser draw. Shortly after that, we broke up. It's just nothing was there anymore. It wasn't that we had burned ourselves out that day, it was just the progression of time had shown us we were different people then we thought we were. Mark was gone, but the hoops stayed in my draw. I think I associated the hoop thing with Mark and that is was a part of my life that was over and done with. It seams my earlobes however, had a better memory!
Two days away from my eighteenth birthday party, I had that dream again! I woke up smiling, but went about the day as usual. It wasn't until nightfall that I started thinking about it. I found my hands reaching deep inside my dresser, retrieving the black box with the Nine West hoops in it. I had never put them on. In the bathroom I looked in the mirror. My ears were red! I opened the box and took out the hoops. Boy! They were big! Slipping the fish hooks out of my ears, I put on the hoops. They hung so low they touched my shoulders. A chill went down my spine! My heart was in my throat! I did not have a steady boy in my life which is probably good because I would have jumped him! That night, in that bathroom, I did what good girls shouldn't do! It was the first time in my life that a man was not involved in my personal pleasure, but it was very, very dramatic! For two hours I was in that bathroom, finding out there was a HUGE connection between wearing big earrings and hitting the highest highs that life has to offer! I remember looking in the mirror at one point, swinging my head from side to side and watching the huge hoops have their way with my red, sensitive earlobes! By the time I was done, my ears were throbbing! Quietly, I put the hoops away and wondered what it would be like if I could add just the right guy to this mix. But how would I explain?
The next year was an experiment in lobal abuse. I would only wear the biggest earrings, much to my parents annoyance, but I figured, "Hey, this is what they get for depriving me as a child!" I started searching the internet for the reason for what I knew was odd behavior. Nothing! Oh sure, there were plenty of sites about sex. Plenty of sites about how to find pleasure without having a man in your life, but nothing to explain why earrings would do it. If I had been a bad girl that night, I had progressed to being a very bad girl! My high school years were over, and I was off to collage. I must have been exuding a very sexual atmosphere because a lot of guys were asking me out. (Hey, maybe it was the big earrings!) But for my freshman year, I was dateless. People started to wonder. I started to wonder. But relationships were just a very messy thing and I could have fun without. Is wasn't until three months before my twentieth birthday that I finally got pushed out on a date. It started with conversation and ended with sex. One thing I had picked up on going into collage was the pill, so fears of pregnancy were not there, but still, I had a lot of apprehension about this. What would I be like without earrings? Time to find out. Much to my delight, things went quite well! I could have fun without earrings! I learned another important lesson that night. Collage guys only want you till they have sex, then they move on. I was furious! Mad! How dare he!!
The next night I found myself in the bathroom of the apartment wearing the biggest dam pair of drop earrings I could find! I had a wicked time, but I hadn't counted on what adding anger to the mix would do. I ended up stretching my right earlobe so hard it was bleeding! The next morning I looked at my ear in the mirror. This time, only the lobe was red, and quite sore. There was a small cut and the gold hoop I had put in was lower on my right ear then on my left. This was a turning point. I knew I couldn't risk another night like that. I actually threw away all my big earrings.. All but the Nine West hoops.... Somehow, a piece of a dream lived on... Finding a guy who loved me, and who I loved, and only using the earring thing as icing on the cake. Too much to wish for?
I had a long string of one night stands through collage. I was wise now, and only two dates ended in sex. It was good, just not the right guy. That was a long time coming but finally, at age twenty two, I think I hit pay-dirt. It was on an outing to help the homeless build homes. He was a volunteer worker. He had an earring himself. We started talking and it seams our lives were running a parallel course. (I left out the part about my earring fetish!) We actually dated for a whole month before we had sex. The big test... Did things change? ... No! As months went on we grew closer and I finally trusted him enough to tell him my secret. He didn't seam surprised at all! Instead, he related a whole series of tales of people and their strange quirks. I learned a few of his. Nothing really strange, just funny. Finally, the night came when I tried on the hoops. He had a ball, and so did I! It wasn't lust driven, or anger drive, but just plain love! That's what had been missing all the time, Love!! With this as a foundation, we explored our inner selves. All our quirks, and our turn on's too! Yes, my ears still get quite red when I am excited or blush, and yes, I adore the feel of a big set of hoops on my earlobes, but love comes first!
I started out saying that I found this site while looking for earrings. Still am. I am not one who would want to share my identity, or pictures of myself, but I am getting married soon! Maybe you can spot me. I'll be the bride in the big hoops! ;)
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