Your naked date

When the bell rings you are already by the door and you let Diana in promptly. Your colleague, friend and now date is obviously still fully nude shoes aside, but at least you cannot see any more marks indicating no new unpleasant encounters took place. You hug again, marveling at the feeling of your bare breasts being pushed together and share a short but sweet kiss before pulling apart. You really needed that.

“Everything alright?” Diana nods at your phone which you realise you are still holding a bit too tightly. “Oh, yes.” You are trying to sound light. “Michael just texted me the post-break-up arrangements.” So far Diana seemed to be very much on your side whenever it came to discipline but now she seems more curious than sympathetic as she asks what does your ex intend to do with you.

“He will whip me and he promised to make it harsh too...” you reply. “Tomorrow. Here at mine, at least it will be private.” Diana narrows her eyes. “I can still come, right? What time should I get there?” - “Um... Seven...” you answer in a somewhat fallen voice. Sure, you don’t really have a problem with Diana being there, but you do not understand why is she so enthusiastic. Diana seems to sense the unasked question.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jen.” she says. “I hate to see you punished but if we become something, and I hope we do, then I sure don’t want to be dumped like that poor boy was. So I’d rather you learn your lesson in commitment now than have to teach it to you myself if things go wrong.” You feel extra colour coming into your cheeks. Some truths one finds hard to hear. “You can bring whomever you want too...” you say. “I’ll invite other friends as well. I know I deserve it.” And really, even if you did not before, you do now after seeing Diana’s reaction. “That’s my girl!” Diana beams. “Tomorrow we’ll get through this and everything will start from a clean slate, which...” - “... is the whole point!” you both finish together and burst out giggling.

“So, what’s the plan?” Diana asks with the air in the room feeling a lot lighter now. You admit you have none and you are too exhausted to manage anything more than pizza and a film. Diana agrees you should wait for your bottoms to get some rest before seeking more active pastime and seeing there is no furniture in the living area where you can be on your tummies, sore bottoms in the air, side by side you lead her to your bedroom and you both flop down onto the bed. You order pizza via the app on your tablet and turn a newly downloaded horror film on; in liking them neither you nor Diana have changed. The film is entertaining and draws you both in, so you only occasionally exchange remarks, both enjoying the entertainment, the touch of each others' warm skin and the pain draining away, however slowly, from your battered behinds now that they are undisturbed. You shift yourself without really thinking about it and put your arm around Diana; the tips of your fingers are brushing the side of her boob. Gently you start rubbing it as far as you can reach, a warm feeling spreading in your crotch. Diana moves and lifts herself to let your palm cup her boob from below which you eagerly do. For all your assurances you both are not in any shape for anything tonight, a few moments later Diana decides you have far too little room to do much and rolls over onto her side, prompting you to do the same with a soft nudge.

Your fingers are working on her breasts, squeezing, circling, pinching and pulling. Diana attempts to reciprocate but with your hands in the way she struggles to reach comfortably and soon gives up, slipping on hand under her head for comfort and the other down between her legs. For comfort too, naturally. After a few minutes of Diana's increasingly hard breathing turning into soft gasps and moans, hands-on-boobs action does not feel enough and you push yourself down the bed to bring your face level to the two semi-spheres. Squeezing them together with both hands, you flick your tongue over one nipple and then the other before leaning your face in and taking one into your mouth fully. Diana moans louder, encouraging your sucking and tongue work; when she starts to move borderline uncomfortably, you let the glistening wet nipple out of your mouth and immediately gulp onto the other one.

Diana digs her fingers into your hair, taking hold of your head. When she decides you have done all you can for her breasts (how much later you do not know), she pushes your head further down. You raise yourself onto all fours and with feline body movements start to approach her glistening pussy which looks as wet as yours feels, covering her flat tummy with kisses and licks as you do. Mr Brown's punishment can still be felt, but in your arousal the aftermath of the pussy belting you both received can almost be ignored. Once your tongue approaches the top of the slit, you lower yourself again, preparing to bury it in. Moving to be parallel with you and bending to compensate for the heights difference, Diana eases into the "lazy sixty-nine"; your heads are resting on one another's thighs, tongues already not-so-gently probing the soaking pussies. Your world shrinks down to the sensation and taste on your tongue which feels like it will never get tired and the dancing pulses of heat between your legs. You cannot quite tell when exactly do you go over the edge but you continue licking even though your body is shuddering and convulsing and mere moments later you feel Diana's thighs squeeze your head too, your tongue caught in tightening warm wet cave.

A blindingly sweet eternity later, you roll off one another. You both are a sloppy mess with juice-covered faces but that only makes crawling to and pulling one another into a deep kiss feel even better. Bit by bit your breathing steadies and your mind starts to return. "That... That was something..." Diana says and you weakly make a noise in agreement and reach out and finally pause the still playing film. "Totally worth being caught earlier!" you add once you are sure you can speak and Diana giggles like a little girl. The doorbell rings suddenly, startling you both. "Ah, that would be the pizza!" you say and grudgingly get yourself out of bed. Glancing at the tablet screen you see a number of notifications that you obviously missed showing the progress of your order, the last one reading that the driver is running slightly late.

Making no effort to fix your outlook (any such would be futile anyway without at least half an hour to spare) you open the door to a tall black girl holding a stack of boxes and drinks. She seems momentarily taken aback by the sight of you but composes herself very quickly.

"Your order, Ma'am. Would you like to take disciplinary action too?"