Relationship Talk (sequel to Guest Speaker)

I think neither of us were sure if the other had been serious, or if it was just more fantasy. We didn't really talk about it more, and given our new schedule, well no that sounds too formal, let's call it an approach, to having me only tease Nat on some agreed-upon weekends, I didn't want to push things during the week and with classes going on. However, Nat had an upcoming therapist appointment, I mean of course she was seeing a therapist given what happened, fortunately our student benefits included a certain number of hours, and I decided to say something. The night before, after some vanilla sex no teasing, well if you can call lesbian sex where one woman has a huge pierced clit and the other has just a scar vanilla, it was great for me at least and Nat seemed excited happy frustrated not sad frustrated, we were sleepy, just cuddling a bit. I decided to speak up. "Nat, I know I normally shouldn't suggest you talk about certain things to your therapist, but this is important. If you were serious about revealing things to some of our closest friends, please talk to your therapist first."

Nat didn't pull away from me, which I thought was a good sign, but just sleepily said "I'm not an idiot. Of course I'll talk to the therapist, see what they think. And I was serious if you were serious. My birthday's next month, I thought that would be an excuse to invite a select group of friends over for something special. But let's talk about it tomorrow evening, maybe the therapist will explain to me how terrible an idea this is."

The next evening, my turn to make dinner, I made whole wheat pasta with jarred sauce and microwaved some precooked chicken meatballs, lower calorie, and I didn't have to worry about the safety like if I undercooked the chicken because it was precooked. Nat complimented me, with a bit of a smirk because hey, everything was premade so I just had to boil water, heat up jarred sauce and precooked meatballs, not make anything from scratch, but it was still good! I cleaned up and then joined Nat in our room. We generally have the one of us who cooks also clean up, we tried doing the person who didn't cook cleans, but Nat's a better cook than me and I barely had to clean anything, whereas I made a mess of extra pots and pans and bowls and more spoons than were needed, so we decided it was fairer to have the one of us that made the mess do the cleanup. For cooking at least. Cleaning up in the bedroom was really a shared responsibility, though, we both enjoyed it even if sadly I enjoyed it a lot more than Nat could now.

We try not to be antisocial, as I mentioned we're friendly with our housemates, not friends per se, we'll stay in the living room if just doing quiet studying or having a normal conversation, but for anything private especially sexual, we go to our bedroom. For whatever reason I tend to prefer sitting in the chair, and Nat sitting on the bed, unless of course we're doing something that calls for different positions!

I made an effort to not start talking, just to give Nat a chance to take the lead. "So, at first the therapist thought I was crazy. I mean, they don't use words like crazy, but that was the gist of it. But then she thought a bit, about how some women who've had FGM, or been sexually assaulted, or abused as children, choose to talk about it, communicate what happened to the world, to not be silent victims. So she did acknowledge, communicating what happened to me to just a few friends, might not be so crazy. Not using that word, she said something like, communicating the situation might not be as erratic as it first seemed to her. I did a search later, erratic is a polite therapist or psychologist term for crazy." Nat smiled. "But, while she emphasized that her primary concern is of course for me, that she worried that the manner of how it was revealed, and the suggestion it might be in a sex play kind of environment, might make our friends feel used, like they were props to our exhibitionism or something."

"I don't know about that, some of our girl talk last season got pretty hot, I mean, I didn't mention it at the time but after a game recently they saw my clit piercing in the shower and asked me about it privately, kind of wanted to make sure you hadn't pushed me into anything I wasn't okay with. When they were satisfied they didn't need to be worried, they asked if we were matching. I didn't say anything at the time, I didn't want to make you feel bad, even teasing it seemed a bit much."

Nat frowned at me. "I understand, but like we discussed, honesty in our relationship isn't just about not lying, it's about bringing up things without being asked. But I can get you would have felt awkward, especially coupled with them asking why I wasn't playing soccer anymore. But, it seems like there should be something we could do with that for inviting them?"

Neither of us spoke for a bit, we were both thinking. That's one thing I like about our relationship, I mean not that I've had any experience before Nat, but still, I read and watch stuff, it's nice sometimes to be quiet together. Not like a book or show where something always has to be happening. Or like this, you the reader don't want a bunch of blank space, you want to hear what happened! So after a while, I spoke up with what I'd been thinking about since our conversation, and discussing that post-shower conversation kind of crystallized things.

"Nat, how about this. We, not me, we, invite them to celebrate your birthday next month. I say we so they're clear later that you wanted this. We'll make it the actual day, not the weekend. And we'll book a hotel room, or even a suite. A bit pricey, but you're worth it." I smiled. I'd just have to up my cooking game so we didn't have to order delivery so much to meet my budget. "And they're our friends, I don't want to unfairly shock them. I mean, they'll be shocked anyway, but I think we'll need to tell them something. Like, for your birthday, doing a bit of an adult show and tell, an expose. There's something you wanted to share with your closest friends that relates to sex, and we don't want them to feel uncomfortable, but it will involve nudity by you." I tried to think if there was anything else, but Nat interrupted my thoughts.

"And you" she said.

"What?" I didn't understand.

"We want them to," Nat closed her eyes and inhaled, I didn't need to examine her closely to know she was turned on, "compare and contrast a large, steroid-infused pierced clit, yours, with the, with the," Nat was at a momentary loss for words, "with the absence of a clit. A nothing. A scar, a clitless cumless wasteland."

Nat was a mix of sad frustrated and horny frustrated, I tried to lighten the mood, "Hey, this isn't the weekend, and it's not a teasing day. If you're going to talk like that, you got to give me permission to for tonight at least also." I smiled hopefully.

Fortunately it worked, Nat smiled more genuinely and said "Deal, but just verbally, you don't get to be a pillow princess tonight, I already brushed my teeth. Fingers and toys only!" Hey, that was pretty good, I was expecting cuddling at most tonight.

"But seriously", I didn't want to forget what I was going to say, "what do you mean, showing me?"

Nat smiled, horny frustrated this time, I didn't see the sad in her expression right now at least, "Hey, you said they asked you about your clit. We want to share mine. If we're both exposed, it's more mutual. Not so much a power imbalance. A clit imbalance, a permanent orgasm imbalance, but not a power imbalance."

"Okay, maybe" I objected, "but I was thinking of something like, warning them it's sexy naked show and tell, and something for you to share, that we bring our stuff to the hotel to set up, we'd use the straps to fasten your wrists to your thighs, spreader bar keeping your legs apart and pussy visible, blindfold so you can't see people, but no gag so you can speak and know you want them there. Then cover you with a sheet, before the reveal they could see from your silhouette you're naked under the sheet, legs spread, your nipples will be erect, depending upon the drape of the sheet there will be a clear wet spot at your pussy, so they'll know something's coming. We'll give them a chance if they're not willing to see what you want to share, come back in 15 minutes, you'll be dressed and we'll forget it happened. But we hope they'll stay, because it's important to us."

Nat was just looking at me quietly for a bit. "That, that's incredibly hot and romantic. And I think it treads the line of, we're not forcing them to see me naked, they know we're in a relationship and from what you said they've already commented on your clitoral endowment" Nat smirked a bit when she used that elegant, but also hotly teasing, term for me, "so I mean we'll think about it, but I think this is the way to surprise them without leaving them feeling betrayed? And communicate what happened to me without making it a pity party. Because obviously if I wanted pity I wouldn't set up the reveal like that! But I don't like you staying in your clothes. I don't want to keep the blindfold on forever if, no hopefully when, we do this!"

"How about, I'll wear a robe, nothing underneath. Or a skirt, commando. Something I can answer the hotel room door in, but quickly reveal myself completely." Now both of us smiled, I think we had a plan.