Nouveau Tattoo Pt. 01 - Cynthia

Cynthia turned from the mirror, the reality of her new identity--a living, breathing piece of art--began to sink in. She turned and faced Thom and Taylor, their faces alight with a mixture of pride and satisfaction. Thom's voice broke the silence, his tone imbued with pride. "We did it," he said, his gaze fixed on Cynthia. "You did it, Cynthia."

Taylor echoed his sentiment, her enthusiasm palpable. "It's our finest work, Cynthia," she declared, her eyes sparkling with the accomplishment they had achieved together.

Cynthia offered a nod, her eyes flicking back to her reflection. She could see why they were proud. It was the highest levels of artistry, and done in so few days. They deserved to feel proud. Cynthia felt that pride as well. She had saved the land from developers, and raised money well beyond that which could be put to good use. And as for herself...she smiled at her reflection. It was a lot to take in; but this new Cynthia was someone she could get to know. She believed she could learn to love what she was seeing.

Taylor continued, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. "..and $200,000 for the Native Plant Society, Cynthia. Think of the good that will do." The significance of that figure, the impact it would have on the cause so dear to Cynthia, momentarily shifted her focus away from the mirror again.

Thom's voice, quieter now, hinted at the unfinished journey. "There's a good deal more," he admitted, gently reminding her of the path that lay ahead.

Cynthia's response was a nod, an acknowledgment of the reality that, despite the extensive work already done, there was possibly still more to come. "That final session is scheduled for tomorrow night at six..." Taylor added, her tone supportive. "We'll be set up for you, but we'd understand..." she assured, leaving an unspoken way out hanging in the air.

Cynthia appreciated the out, the acknowledgment that, despite the journey they had shared, the final decision lay with her. Yet the curiosity and the commitment to her cause urged her to ask, "How much more?"

Thom consulted his phone, the numbers there a testament to the public's engagement and support. "Over $75,000 plus whatever we make during the live stream - which could be..." The implication was clear: the potential was considerable.

Cynthia absorbed the information, the weight of the decision pressing upon her. "I'll get some things done tomorrow and think about it," she decided, her voice steady. "Can I stay the night, it is late?"

Taylor's smile was immediate and welcoming. "Of course."

Cynthia went upstairs and sat on her bed. She chuckled at that thought. 'Her bed.' How long had she been here? Six days? It felt like so much longer. Her thoughts went back to tomorrow; a whirlwind of uncertainty and reflection as she thought about the possible final session. There was the familiar knock at the door -- Taylor's distinct, gentle rap. "Come in," Cynthia said, her voice tinged with a mix of weariness and anticipation.

Taylor entered, her gaze immediately landing on Cynthia. In her eyes was a look of genuine awe and wonder, as if seeing Cynthia in a new light. Cynthia, still adjusting to her new appearance, gave a puzzled look, motioning to her ink-covered body. "You see this kind of thing all the time, don't you?"

Taylor seemed a bit embarrassed, but answered with sincerity. "Yes, I do. But this... this is something else. This is more than just tattoos, Cynthia. It's a masterpiece. You might not realize it, you've been so cut off here in the studio while we have been working on you, but there are lots of people out there who are envious of what you now have. The posts, the images being shared across Instagram and social media, the chatter among artists and collectors...Cyn, what you wear is remarkable."

She took a seat beside Cynthia, her manner thoughtful. "When we tattoo, we focus on small sections at a time. Sometimes, we miss the bigger picture. But seeing it all come together on you..." Taylor trailed off, struggling to articulate the enormity of what they had created.

"I'm beginning to see it," Cynthia said thoughtfully. "You and Thom did so much research and preparation for this. It is so obvious, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate the effort. I'm no tattoo expert, but I know this is remarkable. It will just take time for me to see it like you do."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, filled with unspoken understanding and shared experiences. Cynthia broke the silence, her voice soft, "I know why you're here tonight..."

Taylor smiled, a warmth in her eyes. "I'm here because I like being with you, Cyn."

Cynthia blushed slightly, admitting, "And I stayed tonight because I like being with you too." They leaned in, sharing a gentle, affirming kiss.

Their kiss deepened, a blend of passion and tenderness that spoke volumes about the blossoming connection between them. Taylor's fingers brushed against Cynthia's right cheek, a feather-light caress that sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, the outside world fading away as they lost themselves in each other.

As their lips finally parted, Cynthia could feel her heart racing with a mixture of desire and nervousness. She gazed into Taylor's eyes, seeing the same emotions reflected back at her. With a soft touch, she ran her fingers through Taylor's hair, grounding herself in the moment. "I've never been with a woman before," Cynthia whispered, baring her vulnerability to the her.

Taylor grinned at Cynthia's admission, her eyes filled with understanding and reassurance. "I'll be gentle," she whispered, her voice a soft caress in the dimly lit room.

Cynthia felt a rush of emotions - excitement, nervousness, but above all, trust. Trust in Taylor, in this moment, in herself. She nodded wordlessly, giving herself over to the new and uncharted territory with a sense of surrender.

Their bodies melded with passion and a newfound sense of intimacy. Taylor's touch was exploring, as if she was discovering not just Cynthia's physical form but her very being. Each touch, each kiss, felt new to Cynthia. As their faces pressed together, the softness of Taylor's cheek against her own and the feeling of their breasts pressing together created sensations similar to what she had experienced with men, but somehow different, softer, and more intimate

Taylor's hands, confident and skilled, traced patterns on Cynthia's skin that seemed to come alive under her touch. Each stroke sent a jolt of electricity through Cynthia's body, igniting a fire that blazed brighter with every passing second. Her mind, once consumed by thoughts of ink and pain, was now wholly focused on the exquisite sensation of being loved in this intimate way. Taylor's hand cupped one of Cynthia's small breasts, now covered with a sunflower, and rolled the pink nipple at the center of the flower between her fingers and thumb. Cynthia hissed with pleasure, momentarily breaking their deep kiss.

Cynthia reached up Taylor's shirt, and found her larger breasts, and was startled to find a metal barbell piercing through her nipples. Cynthia grinned at the unexpected sensation and Taylor quickly shed her tiger striped t-shirt.

Taylor kissed down Cynthia's tattooed body, reaching Cynthia's panties that she rapidly hooked with her thumbs and cast aside.

Cynthia arched her back in response to Taylor's skilled caresses, a low moan escaping her lips as Taylor slid her fingers into her. Taylor's warm breath fanned against the delicate skin of Cynthia's sex, teasing her, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine. Cynthia moaned again as Taylor's lips met her sex, her fingers still

inside. The combination of both was unbearably pleasurable, a symphony of touch and pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

As Taylor's mouth moved in a rhythmic dance, her tongue darting in and out, her fingers finding the perfect angle to stimulate her hidden spot, Cynthia's eyes opened wide with the growing climax within her.

She gasped and bucked against Taylor's face, her hips undulating with the intensity of the sensations. Taylor's fingers moved in a perfect synchronization with her mouth, her expert touch guiding Cynthia towards the peak of her pleasure.

Taylor's eyes were closed, her focus entirely on the task at hand. She knew the signs of an impending climax, and she was determined to give Cynthia the pleasure she desired.

Cynthia's hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as the orgasm consumed her. The weight of the past six days - the physical discomfort, the emotional vulnerability, the anxiety and uncertainty - melted away in a crescendo of pure ecstasy. Every nerve ending, every inch of her skin, felt alive, as if suffused with the very essence of pleasure.

Cynthia's orgasm crested, and dipped, but Taylor continued to pleasure her, her mouth and fingers in a perfect rhythm, as if attuned to Cynthia's very soul. A few moments later Cynthia's climax returned, impossibly stronger and she cried out, biting her own hand to try to keep from screaming.

And when her orgasm finally receded, leaving Cynthia panting and trembling, Taylor gently pulled away from her. She looked up at Cynthia, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction with her work.

"That was...," Cynthia started, her voice barely a whisper, "unreal."

Taylor grinned, a look of pure satisfaction spreading across her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She said, her voice gentle yet firm.

Cynthia's eyes scanned the room, taking in the dimly lit space and looking down at the tapestry of tattoos that covered her body. The weight of the past few days seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment.

"I can't believe I've never done this before," Cynthia whispered, her voice still filled with awe. "It felt like the most natural thing in the world."

Taylor nodded, her fingers tracing the delicate contours of Cynthia's tattoos. "I am glad we found each other like this, Cyn."

Cynthia closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips as she relived the intense moments that had just passed. The sensations that Taylor had awakened within her, the pleasure and release that she had never known before. A newfound sense of freedom and acceptance washed over her, and she felt her heart swell with gratitude for the woman who had shown her this side of herself.

Taylor, on the other hand, gave Cynthia a look that was filled with desire and hunger. "We aren't finished yet Cyn..." she said with a wicked smile, and kissed Cynthia fiercely, and took Cynthia's hand and led it down between her legs.

With a shaky breath, Cynthia reached down to touch Taylor's body, tracing her fingers along the curves of her hips, and the muscles of her abdomen. The feeling of Taylor's skin, warm and smooth, sent a thrill of excitement through her. Cynthia's fingers continued to explore, moving down past Taylor's waist, feeling the hardness of her thighs, then farther down. She felt the thin stripe of Taylor's panties, and smiled at the skimpy, tiger striped lingerie and hooked them off, with her thumb. Her fingers found the source of the hunger she saw in Taylor's eyes.

Taylor kept herself shaved beneath, and she let out a soft moan, her breath hitching as Cynthia's fingers brushed against her. Cynthia felt the muscles beneath her touch, the firmness that signaled her arousal. She gently caressed Taylor's inner thighs and the softness of her folds. She moved her fingers closer to Taylor's core, feeling the heat that radiated from her.

As Cynthia's fingers moved closer, Taylor reached down and took Cynthia's hand, guiding it to the place she wanted her to touch. Cynthia hesitated, her eyes wide with uncertainty. But Taylor pulled her closer, their bodies pressing against each other. She kissed Cynthia deeply, their tongues meeting and twining together, and whispered, "Follow me."

With that, Cynthia's fingers found Taylor's most intimate spot, sliding between her folds and stroking the sensitive skin there. At first, she was hesitant, unsure of what to do. But Taylor's moans of pleasure and her body's eager response gave her the confidence she needed. She slid one finger inside Taylor, and then another, feeling the tightness and warmth of her body.

Taylor's breathing became ragged, her hips bucking slightly against Cynthia's fingers. Cynthia watched as Taylor's eyes rolled back in her head, her expression a mixture of pleasure and pain. She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and power at the effect she was having on this woman.

Cynthia then began to move her fingers in a slow, rhythmic motion, feeling the way Taylor's muscles clenched around her. Taylor's breaths became shallow and quick, her moans becoming more urgent. Cynthia watched as Taylor's body began to tremble, her orgasm building within her.

Following Taylor's earlier lead, she moved down between Taylor's legs, her fingers still moving while her tongue found the the delicate folds that embraced the pearl of Taylor's hardened clit. Taylor's back arched, her hands gripping Cynthia's hair, urging her on. Cynthia continued, her tongue darting, her lips gently sucking and nibbling the sensitive nub; tasting a woman for the first time.

Taylor's breathing grew heavier, her moans growing louder as Cynthia's ministrations took her closer and closer to the edge. Her body trembled as Cynthia's tongue and fingers worked in perfect harmony, driving her higher and higher.

Finally, Taylor's entire body shuddered, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Her voice filled the room with cries of pleasure and she shouted "Yes! That's it!"

Cynthia continued to lick and suck, milking every last drop of pleasure from Taylor before gently pulling away and laying her head on Taylor's thigh, a satisfied smile on her face.

Taylor's heart was pounding, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. She looked down at Cynthia's face, flushed and glistening with Taylor's arousal, and saw the smile, the smug and satisfied smile, on her face. She guided Cynthia up and gently caressed her face, tracing the lines and curves of her features, and kissed her tenderly. They laid next to each other, kissing, their hands gently stroking lower.

"Thank you," Taylor whispered, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her release. "I'm glad I was your first woman."

Cynthia's eyes met Taylor's and she was filled with such a wave of affection that she felt tears; an emotional release that had been building over six days of pain and anxiety. "Thank you, too," she murmured, brushing a lock of Taylor's chestnut hair behind her ear. "For the tattoos, for your patience, for this...everything."

They lay in bed, their bodies intertwined and their fingers woven together. Cynthia relished in the afterglow, her heart fluttering with the realization of this newfound bond with Taylor. She cherished the moment, basking in the warmth and intimacy between them.

But the thoughts of tomorrow's possible final session weighed on her. Cynthia propped herself on her elbow, looked down at Taylor, and hesitated before asking, "The final session tomorrow... will it be beautiful? Tasteful?"

Taylor smiled at Cynthia and nodded confidently. "Absolutely, Cynthia. Thom can get a little carried away with things so I insisted on taking this one on. I designed it for you Cyn. Thom will tattoo it, because he is so technically skilled, but I've made sure it will reflect who you are, especially as I've gotten to know you."

Cynthia nodded, feeling touched that Taylor took on the design for the final session.

"I wanted you to know that," Taylor said, grasping Cynthia's hand. "If that helps you make your decision?"

"It does," Cynthia said thoughtfully in a soft voice.

They lay together, the weight of the upcoming session hanging in the air. "It will be the final piece," Taylor continued, "the one that completes your story. It's going to be significant, Cyn. I don't mean that in a scary way - it is the final touch to complete you."

Cynthia nodded, absorbing Taylor's words. The thought of what was to come was daunting yet filled with a sense of purpose.

"I'll need some time to think about it," Cynthia said, her voice a mix of determination and apprehension. She turned to Taylor, grateful for her words. "But, this helped."

"Of course," Taylor replied, smiling slightly in the dimly lit room, her expression understanding. "And if you walk away from it, I want you to know that I respect that. It won't change anything."

For a few more moments they laid together in the dim and quiet room, each lost in their thoughts, yet finding comfort in each other's presence.

Cynthia could sense the undercurrent of emotion in Taylor, a subtle tension that spoke of an internal struggle mirroring what Cynthia had been going through. Taking a deep breath, Cynthia asked gently, "There's something on your mind, isn't there?"

Taylor nodded, her gaze distant. "During the live feed today on Instagram, they were... chanting, I guess you could say." Her voice was tinged with a mix of amazement and apprehension.

Cynthia's eyebrow arched in curiosity. "Chanting what?"

"Taylor! Taylor!" Taylor half-laughed, half-sighed. It was a mix of pride and uncertainty in her voice.

Cynthia understood.. The chant was a call for Taylor to be the next canvas, a prospect that Taylor found daunting; strangely more daunting than Cynthia did.

"I mean, I'm a tattoo artist, right? This is my thing, right?" Taylor's words were more to herself than a question to Cynthia.

Cynthia could only nod, acknowledging the complexity of Taylor's feelings.

Taylor rolled toward Cynthia and gave her another gentle, delicate kiss. "It's beautiful on you -- and it will be on me too," she said softly. "I just need to start letting go of my old self."

They laid together a few more moments, the silence taking command of the room again, each lost in their thoughts. Cynthia now found herself in the role of comforter, offering support to Taylor who was wrestling with a similar journey of transformation.

"What do you think Thom will..." Cynthia began, but Taylor finished her sentence, "Do to me?" Her voice was steady, but there was an underlying note of curiosity.

"Thom is very observant," Taylor mused. "He takes things in, finds the right thing for people." Cynthia nodded in agreement, her own body a testament to Thom's thoughtful and intricate design work.

"And..?" Cynthia prompted, curious about where Taylor was taking the conversation.

Taylor paused, then asked, "What do I almost always wear?"

Cynthia thought for a moment, then it clicked. The tiger-stripe shirt Taylor wore yesterday day, the similarly patterned tights the day before, even her striped panties lying on the floor of the room. "You like tigers?" Cynthia ventured.

Taylor smiled, a wistful and resigned expression playing on her lips. "Roar," she said softly, her smile shifting into something more stoic, accepting of the inevitable transformation awaiting her.

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Cynthia woke up alone in the guest bedroom, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Taylor had crept out of her bed quietly some time during the night and left Cynthia to sleep another restorative sleep. The final session scheduled for 6 PM looming in her mind like a question yet to be answered. With the day stretching out before her, empty and waiting, she realized she had a decision to make--but first, life called.

The guest bathroom shower offered a brief escape, the water tracing paths over her newly inked skin, each droplet a reminder of the journey she had undertaken. Standing in front of the mirror afterward, she couldn't help but pause, the reflection staring back at her both foreign and intimately familiar. The transformation had been so rapid, so all-encompassing, that her internal image of herself hadn't quite caught up. There was a brief dissonance that tugged at her heart, a mix of awe and a pang of loss for the person she used to be.