I was a compulsive nudist in my room during the evenings, and even with my cousin around, I didn't make an exception. Mind you, I was not and am not g...y, but it's now clear to me, that even as a kid, I got a charge out of being stark naked in front of somebody else.The first couple of times my cousin slept over one summer, I waited until we were going to hit the sack to strip, but as he spent more and more nights over, I started stripping earlier and earlier. After awhile, I was totally naked. It was then that I slowly pushed the beads into her ass until there was nothing left but a string. “Are you okay?” I asked her. “Yes.” She responded. I quickly smacked her ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room. She lurched forward, grabbing tightly onto the bedspread. “Yes what?” I asked her. “Yes Mistress.” She cried out. “Good.” I smiled, massaging the red mark that I had left of her supple ass. Moving down I placed myself between her legs and admired her beautiful pussy. It was well. She told him that yes she did love him, but she knew that this was not the time for that love. She wanted him in her life always, and wanted to be in his life. She told him that she was woman enough to be his friend, to be there for him when he needed her. She told him that he made her feel things that she hadn’t felt in a long time. He made her feel good about herself again, and made her see that she was worth loving. She told him that she knew that if they were meant to be together, then fate. She suggested that I help her shop for her trip, so I called out sick from work. I figured instead of waiting for the perfect time to sneak away from my boyfriend, I decided to use this shopping trip as my alibi. While my friend and I were on the way to the mall, I looked up my “special friend” from the site I visited earlier and called his contact number. My girlfriend was flabbergasted. She couldn’t believe that I was actually going through with my secret plan. She tried to talk me out of.