By getting Becky to show you her pussy

‘Becky, I think it would be good for us to train together, then I can teach you a lot of techniques which I think will be really helpful to you. However, there is a problem, and it is something I’m not sure we are going to be able to get past.

Your friend looked at you, visibly disappointed. ‘What’s the problem?’

You tried to look just as disappointed as her. ‘Well, we’ve been friends for a long time, haven’t we?’ She nodded enthusiastically. ‘And you know I would never want anything to affect our friendship. Well, the kind of training we would be doing… it would be quite, physical. I might have to, you know. I might have to grab you.’

Becky laughed. ‘Is that it? I don’t care if you grab me!’

‘No, you don’t understand. Just last week, while I was training with Master Bates, I grabbed him and accidentally pulled his bottoms down, and I saw everything. If that happened during one of our sessions, well, I wouldn’t want it to affect our friendship.’

‘Well that’s just silly. I’ll wear a belt.’

‘You can’t, it’s too restrictive.’

‘Well look, if it happens, it happens. It’s no big deal.’

‘But you might think I was deliberately trying to get a look at your pussy, and of course that would be awful for you to think that.’

‘Well Sam, I would really like to train with you, but I don’t want you to feel awkward about it. Is there anything I can do to help?’

‘I’m not sure, to be honest.’ You looked at her, earnestly. ‘I suppose… no, it’s silly.’

She was hooked, this was too easy. ‘No, go on. Tell me.’

‘Well, I was thinking that if you just showed me your pussy, then you’d know I wasn’t trying to get a look at it. But it’s silly, you wouldn’t want to do that anyway.’

‘No, that makes sense,’ she argued. ‘If you’ve already seen it, I know you wouldn’t be trying to see it.’ Even before she finished the sentence she was unbuttoning her jeans.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked, feigning surprise.

‘You are going to get a good look at my pussy,’ she said, ‘then you can grab me and pull my bottoms down without worrying.’

‘No, Becky, don’t do this.’

She was by now kneeling on the bench seat with her jeans down around her thighs. ‘Here, look at my pussy.’

You turned away. ‘No, please Becky. Put it away, pretend I never said anything.’

‘Sam Smith, you will look at my pussy. Look at it! It’s all soft and smooth!’ She shuffles forward on her knees and grabs your face in her hands, turning you to look at her. Then she takes your hand, rubbing your palm over her mound. ‘See? Lovely and smooth, isn’t it?’

You nod, smiling at her. ‘You were right, Becky. I don’t need to be worried about seeing your pussy again.’ Happy with herself for being very clever, Becky sits back down and pulls her jeans up.