Sam Gets Naked [23F] [23M] [28M] [Sub/Dom] [Inner Conflict] [Praise Kink]

(This is part one of a multi-part story. Meant to put that in the title. Whoops <3 )

Sam’s car was never quiet.  Every time she got in on the driver’s side, she connected her phone to the Bluetooth and played something.  Music.  Podcast.  Didn’t matter.  It was automatic, like flipping her blinker on before making a turn.  Today, there wasn’t a sound.  Sam’s fingers were wrapped tight around the steering wheel, to the point where her wrists were starting to feel it.  The air conditioner softly hummed, and she paid very, very close attention to the road.  Eyes forward.  Back teeth clenched hard against each-other in a way that she hoped her passenger wouldn’t notice.  Every muscle she had was ready to spring to life, like there was a coyote waiting in the front seat, and she was a little rabbit that would have to jump out of its jaws at any moment.  She could feel her heartbeat in her stomach, rhythmic and slow, like it was waiting for her brain to come to terms with what was about to happen to her body.  Her elbows felt cold, but she didn’t shake.  She wouldn’t tremble.  He didn’t deserve to feel the way he would feel if he saw that.

She and Aaron had made this drive so many times before.  Five minutes across town from his apartment to hers, or the other way around.  She’d slip into the car, turn on the music, drive down Colvert Street and past the flower shop where the burned-down 7/11 used to be, turn right at stump of that giant tree they used to climb when they were kids, and keep going down Mission until she reached the neighborhood of rentals just a block down from where her parents used to live.  Every street had memories.  Footprints from every size of shoe either of them had ever worn.  She could make that drive blind, backwards, in pouring rain, and now, that familiarity was eating at her more and more with every passing stop light.  The back of her mouth was dry, and she couldn’t swallow right. 

Aaron was going to see her naked.

The fire hydrants they passed as they got closer to campus felt like they were judging her.  The cracks on the sidewalk that they used to skip over while they walked to school together were calling her a slut.  And she was.  \*God\*, she was.  That was the only thing getting her through this.  She bit her lips hard, staring directly at the stop sign that the two of them were approaching.  There were only three more turns before she got back to her apartment.  Three more turns before the show was set to start.  Her heart felt like ice in her chest as she imagined what was about to happen.  They would pull into her apartment complex.  Neither of them would speak.  They would both want to, but what do you say, when you’re about to ruin the most important relationship in your life for sex?  They would walk up to her door, hesitantly, and her body would start to scream with anxiety and with arousal.  She’d turn the knob… and he would be standing there, waiting for them.  In her living room.  Smiling that coy, disarming smile that always made her feel like warm honey in his tea.  He would tell her to go into her bedroom and get herself ready while he talked with Aaron.  Get herself ready for the show.

Aaron was sitting quietly in the passenger’s seat, mostly looking out the window, only occasionally turning to cast a small glance at her before quickly looking away.  Every time, it felt like getting hit with an arrow as she tried to see if she could tell where his eyes were going.  He wasn’t the kind of guy who would stare at her out of nowhere, but this wasn’t nowhere, and he \*was\* a guy.  Could she really say he was doing anything wrong, if he was trying to get an early start on the fun?  Taking in the curve of her boobs in her casual, light-blue t-shirt?  Gazing at the shape of her legs and remembering pool parties and days at the beach?  What was today for, if not letting him look?  But still, she could hope it was something else.  She could hope that he was looking at her knuckles, turning white against the steering wheel.  Her tight-set jaw.  Hope that he was checking to see if she still looked like she was doing okay, as they made one more turn toward the most difficult moment of her life.

She could still vividly feel Jason’s lips against her ear when he told her about this idea of his.  His arms, wrapped around her naked body while he kissed her neck and praised her for being such a willing, obedient little slut.  His cock was so, so hard.  Pressed against her back, eager, but not needy, while his hands gently massaged her breasts.  He knew just how to get her horny, like no man ever had before, and she wanted nothing more in life than to return the favor.  She’d always known she was submissive, but it wasn’t until Jason that she learned exactly \*how\* submissive.  How good it felt to push slowly past where she thought her limits were.  To break and burn parts of herself, just so he could run his fingers through her hair and whisper to her how beautifully the pieces shone in the firelight.  It was more than sex.  Different than love.  It was devotion.  Devotion that made her feel complete, appreciated, and admired in ways that no other thing in her life ever had.  Pleasing him had become her new goal, and she was willing to do anything to get him to say that she’d done a good job.  The harder it was for her to do, the more meaningful the praise she would get when it was done.  And so, he asked her to do one of the hardest things she could imagine.

They’d been considering sharing her body with someone for a long time, and that night, they were idly talking about who or what kind of person it might be.  He pinched her nipples.  Ran his fingertips down her arms.  All while they talked about possibilities.  A random stranger was too boring.  That was something she might’ve done when she was single, if she were horny enough.  The idea of sharing her with a woman was floated, and after several minutes of teasing, touching, and kissing, he got Sam to reluctantly admit that she was open to it.  That was an idea they played with for a while.  He smirked and ran his hands over her body, lightly mocking her for being willing to bend her sexuality for him, and she smiled sheepishly and accepted the praise.  Being straight only mattered if it turned her partner on.  If he wanted to see her eat someone out… she could live with that.  As long as it got him hard.

She felt her face flushing as she remembered that conversation.  As her horny body encroached on her sober brain, and she got drunk on the idea of every kinky thing she was willing to do to please him.  Who she was willing to fuck, just to get him to say she looked hot doing it.  At some point, the topic of doing it with a virgin was brought up, and that was an idea that Sam was much more receptive to.  She’d had sex with two virgin guys in her life, and both times, it was an immaculate experience.  Not because of the sex, but because the looks on their faces as she slowly brought them closer and closer to what every man wants.  She was surprised by how powerful she felt.  How beautiful it was to be able to slowly strip her clothes off and have her partner’s eyes \*locked\* on her body.  How she felt like a goddamned work of art when she straddled him, reached behind her back, and took her bra off in one hand, holding it out next to her like a trophy he’d won.  Their moans of approval.  Their groans of unimaginable ecstasy as she let their dicks feel the inside of a pussy for the very first time.  All of it melded together into a song of the highest praise Sam could imagine.

The problem, as she said it, was that they didn’t know any virgins.  At twenty-three, she and all her friends had been inducted into adulthood for quite some time, and with Jason being in his late twenties, the odds of him knowing anyone who hadn’t managed to bring a woman to bed yet were even lower.  But he corrected her.  Lips on her neck.  Hands on her breasts.  Cock pressed up against her back.  He reminded her that she did know a virgin.  That she’d known him for twenty years.  The idea was so ridiculous to her that she laughed it off, incredulous.  She broke the spell of arousal that had been sitting over them and turned back to her partner with a smile of disbelief, saying a simple, “I’m not fucking Aaron.”

They’d talked about Aaron before, but never in much detail.  He’d been her best friend since they were children.  They’d gone through everything together.  Her first big breakup.  His parents’ divorce.  Grade school, middle school, high school, college.  She’d tried a couple of times to help him find a girlfriend, or at least someone who’d be interested in messing around, but it was a rough order.  Aaron had a lot of qualities that she loved, and she was sure other women would love them too.  He was sweet and supportive.  Gentle.  Not bad looking.  Smart.  He was her other half, and every day that went by without one of them texting “u up?” to the other and getting back a sarcastic “no” was a day wasted.  But he was also meek and standoffish, not to mention \*picky\*.  She always thought that he would make an incredible husband, an okay boyfriend, and a horrible first date, and so his first dates never went well enough for him to have the chance to show off the parts of romance she felt he would be good at.

He was also the only man in her life who had never tried to fuck her.

Aside from the immediate family members, there wasn’t a man who had ever been a part of her life for more than a few months without at least wanting to make a move.   Being a decently attractive, extraverted, and friendly woman with nerdy interests and bigger-than-bigger-than-average boobs meant that she had that kind of effect on people whether she wanted it or not.  Normally, it wasn’t so bad.  Being the center of attention and having the ability to smirk and tease and playfully turn guys down was something she enjoyed, especially now that she was in a serious relationship with someone who would \*love\* knowing other men couldn’t have her.  But sometimes, she needed to know that she was worth more than her body.  She needed someone around that she could invite into her bedroom and know that he wasn’t going to try to get her to take a nap with him.  Someone she could play video games with without worrying he was going to suggest they take a crack at \*Strip Smash Brothers\*.  Someone she could be in a bikini with at the pool, knowing it wasn’t going to mysteriously come untied.

They talked about him a little more that night.  Jason, wisely, took that moment to turn their foreplay session into just a “play” session.  The expectation of sex was gone, and they because two adults who were sharing memories of earlier times while enjoying each-other’s bodies.  She idly stroked his cock while he reminisced about this lesbian he got close to in college who always brought him lunch during his econ classes, and he kissed her chin and kneaded her breasts while she talked about Aaron.  Their history together.  How much she loved him.  How she wished he \*could\* stop being such a standoffish little doofus when first meeting people and finally find someone to appreciate how good of a guy he really was.  It was… nice.  Nice in a way that conversations like that didn’t tend to be.  Not many people understood her friendship with him, and for most guys, they weren’t willing to understand.  But not Jason.  Jason listened.  He chimed in.  He kissed her.  He told her how wonderful it was to have someone in her life that was that special to her.

The conversation continued like that for an hour.  Stories shared.  Feelings laid out.  Until, at one point, Jason held her sweetly in his arm, and it made her heart flutter.  It wasn’t a normal caress.  It was the kind of stroke that told her he was about to say something she didn’t want to hear.  She bit her lip, breathing slowly while he kissed her chin.  His voice was low and sweet, a little above a whisper, when he asked, “Don’t you think he would love to see you naked?”

Sam let out a miserable little whimper, her eyes closing slightly as Jason crawled on top of her.  She would never forget that feeling.  The intense spear of nerves that shot through her, starting between her legs and spreading up to her heart.  Jason kissed her, and she kissed him back, opening her mouth and savoring him as her body shook, trying to catch up with this new sensation.  He kissed her cheek.  Her chin.  Her neck.  It was hard for her to speak, so she reached up and put a hand on his arm, squeezing it lightly to steady herself while the implications of what he was saying ran through her brain.  There was just the tiniest flicker of hope.  It might’ve just been a teasing question.  Something he was only saying to turn her on, knowing that he wouldn’t actually go through with it.  It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened.  So, when she got her wits about her, she tried her luck.  She reminded Jason that Aaron was a virgin.  That he would love to see \*any\* woman naked.

“No, Sam.”  There was no more room for interpretation in Jason’s voice.  She knew what it sounded like when they were having a serious talk.  Not as partners, but as a dom and his sub.  Her eyes opened, and a terrified little moan barely crossed her lips as her body fell into his shadow.  He slid his hand behind her head, gently holding the back of her neck, and he kissed her again.  Lovingly.  Sweetly.  Her neck pulsed as her body reacted to her Master’s touch, quivering.  There was so much emotion in her eyes as he reached down and pushed the base of his cock against her clit.  Fear.  Apprehension.  Dread.  Need.  Arousal.  Love.  Devotion.

“You’re special to him.  You know that.”  He told her plainly, pushing his hips forward and rubbing the length of his dick directly against her sensitive spot.  With every inch of movement, she whimpered.  Her lips quivered.  Her face started to flush.  When his cock was firmly in place, he put his free hand on her shoulder, bearing down his weight on her, enough to keep her pinned to the bed.    Her face was desperate.  Pleading.  But pleading for what, she didn’t know.  Pleading for him not to say this?  Not to ask her to do this?  If that’s what she wanted, all she had to do was say so.  Tell him that this topic was off limits.  He would drop it.  He would fuck her.  They would have amazing orgasms, then he would apologize to her while they had coffee naked in her living room, just like the other rare occasions when she’d turned him down.  She would say he was silly for thinking he needed to apologize.  They would fuck again…

“You’re not just a woman to him.  You’re his best friend.”  Jason whispered, his voice completely solid and serious.  The same tone it took when he wanted to whip her for the first time.  When he told her he wanted to be the first man to fuck her ass.  This wasn’t play.  He wanted this.  Sam put a hand to her mouth, looking into his eyes as he kept running the length of his dick up and down her clit.  He moaned softly against her neck, making her entire body shake with pleasure.  Her shoulders tensed, and she pushed her hand harder onto her mouth, not wanting to risk saying anything at all.  After a moment, she felt his hand move from her shoulder and start slowly, deliberately moving up her side, savoring the texture of her skin until it reached her breast. 

“You have the most incredible body.”  A jolt of pleasure washed through her as his dick hit just the right spot.  Her shoulders shook, and she lowered her chin, looking up at him with anxious, lust-filled eyes.  “If you were the first naked woman I’d ever seen, I’d never sleep again without dreaming about you.”

Sam shook underneath him, closing her eyes and letting out a groan that was half pleasure, half desperate desire for this not to be happening.  She didn’t want to have her naked body in Aaron’s head forever.  She wasn’t naïve.  She knew that there was no chance he’d never fantasized about her.  But laying in bed and imagining what she might look like if she took her bikini top off wasn’t the same thing as laying in bed and \*remembering\* it.  Remembering looking down at her while she hesitantly shed her bra, showing him the weird cluster of freckles on her left boob.  Remembering the sight of Sammy’s pussy, glinting with arousal in the low light.  Sitting on her couch weeks later instead of her bed, like they usually would, neither of them able to concentrate on the show they’re watching because they can’t stop thinking about what happened between them in the room down the hall.

And all of that would change forever, if she agreed to this.  She would never be able to see him shirtless again without remembering.  She would never be able to think any little glance he gave her was innocent.  Never see him like a photo she posted to social media without wondering why he’s looking at it.  She would throw all that innocence away, just because… because her Master wanted her to.  A sound formed in her throat, like a sob mixed with a trembling moan, even though she wasn’t crying.  Her leg lifted up on its own, wrapping itself around Jason’s hip and pulling him closer to her.  She could feel his cock.  So, \*so\* hard against her pussy.  It was straining.  Needful.  If this was how hard he got just \*talking\* about this…

“Master…” She whispered, swallowing through the dryness in her mouth.  Her stomach sang with nerves, unable to believe she made a sound.

“Shh.”  He kissed her, soft and slow, while his cock kept teasing her entrance.  She accepted the kiss with a low, trembling sigh, putting one hand on his cheek and holding him close to her until he broke it off with a kiss to her chin.  “Think about how happy this would make him, pet.  How good he would feel.  You would be giving him something he’s wanted for \*his entire life.\*”  Jason breathed in deep while Sam shuddered beneath him, her mind being filled with images of what that might look like.  Aaron, at the end of her bed, watching with wide eyes while she spread her legs apart for him, letting him see her… her everything.  All while Jason looked on, smiling down with that proud, amazed, aroused smile he always got whenever she did something hard.

But this… this wasn’t hard.  This was ruining her life.  That was destroying the most important relationship she’d ever had.  A rush went through her stomach, both of panic and of arousal.  All of the play they’d done before, it had never affected them outside the bedroom.  Maybe she had a bruise or a scar if they got too rough, or she was overly sore the next day, but it was always contained to the two of them.  This was something new.  This was her life.  A part of her life that she’d cherished since she was a child.  He knew what he was asking for, and the thought of it made Sam’s legs weak.  He wanted her to take another plunge for him.  To show that she was willing to take things this far, knowing what it meant for her.

He slid his dick sharply upward, making her clit spark with pleasure.  She gasped hard, and was met with his lips again crashing into hers.  Then, he was still, and she was holding him.  She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the pillow while his tongue mingled with hers.  The only sound in the room was their breathing, while her body tried to get her ready for whatever he had in store for her next, and he reached up to take her wrist in his hand.  He guided her arm down to the bed, holding it in place, then spoke.

“The sight of your tits.”  He whispered, using his other hand to lightly caress her.  “Your ass.  Your beautiful cunt.”  She shivered, feeling naked as his lips briefly met hers again.  Her stomach sank, and she gasped when he spoke next.  “I want to give that to him.”  She groaned as he kissed her chin, her cheek, then pressed his lips against her ear and softly whispered, “I want \*you\* to give that to him.”

The next sound that came out of her mouth was a defeated moan.  The hand that Jason held down to the mattress started to shake, and her eyebrows knit together.  She sucked in her lips, the way she always did when she was deep in thought about something she already knew the answer to.  She could’ve stopped this.  Why didn’t she stop this before it got this far?  Why wasn’t she stopping it now?  She bit her lips hard, looking up into her Master’s eyes, feeling the hardness of his cock pressed firmly against her body.  Shocks of nervous pleasure hit her with every heartbeat as she thought about the implications of that hardness.  How excited he was.  How \*proud\* he was of her, just for playing along with this little game of his.  If she said no now, he would fuck her so hard she saw Jupiter.  If she said yes… he would call her a good girl.

“I-I….”  She stammered, her breath coming in shallow little gasps as she shook her head slowly.  “I… I don’t know, Master…”

She did know.

“Those words don’t go together, pet.”  He let her hand go and cupped her cheek, running his thumb softly over her lips while she whimpered beneath him.  “It’s ‘Yes, Master,’ or ‘I don’t know, Jason.’”

Her face started trembling, and he saw the tiniest bit of moisture picking up at the corners of her eyes.  They’d had this talk before, where she told him she liked getting emotional for him.  That crying didn’t necessarily mean to stop.  So he stroked her hair softly, letting his weight rest on her hips while she grappled with the most difficult decision of her life.  Her mind was at war with itself, with the rational part of her brain begging her to do the obvious thing and shut this whole situation down before she destroyed herself.  The horny, submissive part of her brain wanted to be destroyed.  Wanted to set her life on fire so that he could watch it burn.  She wanted to be his good girl.  She wanted to be Aaron’s friend.  She couldn’t have both, and it was killing her.

“I don’t know, Jason.”  Her voice was a pathetic little whisper, barely audible, and she felt her Master’s cock jump when she said it.  His lips curled into a smirk as he kissed the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.  Her hands held him by the forearms, and she felt a tear fall down from her eye.  When she spoke again, it was hard for her to get the words out.  She felt pathetic.  A failure of a sub, for not doing what her Master wanted.  A failure of a friend, for being slutty enough to consider it in the first place.  “Let me… think about it?”

“Think about what, pet?”  The room was quiet around them, and the question filled her head.  She sighed deeply, closing her eyes gently and letting her head rest back down on the pillow.  Her hand squeezed his, and when she opened her eyes, she did it with a soft, apologetic smile.

“How much of a whore I am?”  She lifted her hips, and he grunted with pleasure as he pushed his cock against the folds of her pussy.  Her smile got wider, and she sucked in her lips, blinking back a few tears while her hips kept meeting his.  “And if I’m slutty enough to…”

Her eyes got misty, and she sniffled a little as she squeezed Jason’s hand again.  She wasn’t properly sobbing, just letting her body catch up to the brutal reality her brain had already been fighting.  She smiled so warmly at Jason, feeling him raise a hand to her scalp and lovingly stroke her hair.  “Slutty enough to… consider…”  She paused again, biting her lips as she fought to decide how she wanted to say it.  Jason would want to hear the words.  He would want to hear her say \*get naked for my best friend, for you\*.  That’s what would excite him most.  But her throat rebelled.  Her memories of her life with Aaron made her mute.  And she didn’t say anything else at all.  And then, it was over.

He kissed her.  He fucked her so hard she saw Jupiter.  They sat in the living room and made fun of \*Secret Life of the American Teenager\*, then fucked again.  She mocked him for being so bold and dominant.  He mocked her for crying.  They both laughed at jokes that nobody else would understand.  He held her, and they talked about what happened.  Why he liked it.  Why she didn’t.  Why she did.  Then, they laid on the couch and scrolled through their phones until they fell asleep.  He woke up at midnight, shook her awake, and they both crawled into her bed and stayed there until he had to go to work the next morning.  He kissed her on the lips, she smiled, and he left.

Six months later, he was sitting on her couch, waiting for the clock to strike 2:15 while she and Aaron made that last turn into her apartment complex.

(Hey there! Much like Sam, I'm an enormous fan of praise, so if you enjoyed the story, please let me know what you liked about it! A good conversation about the scene will make all the writing worth it for me <3 )