Sammy and I sat naked at the kitchen table waiting for the pizza I'd ordered after our dom/sub play acting session. I'd thought about getting dressed after placing the order, however since she had come out of her room still wearing nothing but angry red stripes on her ass, I figured I'd stay nude as long as she did. She had brought one of the smaller pillows from her room and covered it with a towel before sitting down, wincing just slightly as she did so. I wasn't sure if it was from the pain of the cropping or the anal sex or a combination of both.
"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" I asked with genuine concern.
"No, no! It was perfect, but I'll be sore for a while." She smirked and added, "Inside and out!"
I laughed a little, but was still a little concerned. I had seen the slight bit of pink on the washcloth as I had cleaned the lube from my penis. So I knew I had made her bleed at least a little. "About that... are you okay... um, in there?"
"What? Of course. It's been a while since I've had more than a finger back there, that's all." She shook her head. "Yet another thing I didn't think a certain someone was worthy of having."
A dozen emotions hit me at once. I felt a wave of pride that I had been deemed worthy again of something that she'd held back from her last boyfriend, along with an odd sadness that she'd spent so long with a man that didn't deserve her. Along with that was a determination to do everything I could to be everything for her that he hadn't been. Then confusion as to why I was thinking so much about some guy I'd met maybe three times total. The notification 'ding' of my phone brought me out of my haze and I glanced at the screen.
"Food is almost here." I thought again about putting something on, but didn't move. I'd already checked the option to have the delivery left at the door, and alcove outside the front door blocked view from the neighbors. I'd have no problem retrieving the pizza without being seen.
"That's good, I'm really starving."
"Me too." I agreed
I looked across the table at her. Hair a mess, eyes red and slightly puffy, remnants of the streaked makeup that she'd wiped but not fully cleaned. She was so goddamn beautiful.
She caught me staring, saying "What? Do I have something on my face or something?"
"You're stunning." I said simply, with what I'm sure was dumb look on my face.
Sammy picked up my phone from the table and used the blackness of the screen as a makeshift mirror. "Oh my god, I look like a wreck!" I started to say something, but she held up a hand to stop me. Putting my phone back on the table, she reached both hands across for mine. Taking my hands in hers, "I'm sorry, I need to be better about accepting compliments. What I meant to say was, thank you."
I smiled at her and just held her hands and gaze. During our earlier conversations, we'd talked about how both of us had trouble accepting compliments. We'd agreed then that we'd both work on it. I felt now that I might have more trouble with that than she. Once again my reverie was interrupted by a 'ding' of my phone.
"That probably means the pizza is here." I said without looking.
She released my hands and rubbed hers together. "Yay!"
I walked, still stark bare, to the door and looked through the peephole to make sure the driver had indeed left. Seeing no one, and no car out front I quickly pulled the door open and scooped the two boxes up from the mat. Kicking the door closed behind me, I turned back toward the kitchen. As I approached the table again, I saw that Sammy had grabbed paper plates, napkins, and the giant bottle of ranchI kept in the fridge. Damn she knew me well already.
She looked up at me and giggled a little. "You know, pizza places could make a whole lot more money if all the deliveries were made by a hot, naked man."
Glancing down at myself, and definitely not seeing the 'hot' part she claimed, I started to say so but caught myself. Instead of dropping some self-deprecating remarks to dismiss her compliment, I choose to say "One order of cheesy bread, and one large sausage & mushroom pie... with EXTRA sausage!" With that I put the boxes on the table and moved my hips to helicopter my dick around once. Promptly sitting and sliding my chair up to the table.
Samantha's face lit up and she burst out laughing. Usually not the response a man wants from a beautiful naked woman upon seeing him naked, but under the circumstances the perfect reply.
We ate in mostly silence until we were both very full. Once my hunger for food had been sated, however, a new hunger started to build. I looked at Samantha and a flood of images from the evolution of our relationship flashed behind by eyes. How quickly the change from roommate/friend to something much, much more had been. I felt like I was on a high, my head spinning, and my heart beating with renewed life. Below the table, another part of me stirred with renewed life as well. I took a moment to look Sammy over again. Her soft pale skin tight across the toned but not bulky muscles in her arms and legs. The cool air in the house caused the more sensitive skin of her perky breasts to prickle with tiny goosebumps. The darker ovals of her areola, pierced by the raised nubs of stiff nipples.
