Opening Up (Book 3 in the Letting Go series)

By Scott Prussing

Opening Up is Book Three in the XXX-rated Letting Go series. In it, Jennifer continues her exploration of her submissiveness under the guidance of the sexy and seductive Sir. She’s already done things with him she’d never dreamed of doing and experienced feelings she had never imagined possible, but now Sir wants something extra special from her. There’s just one problem—Jennifer is not sure that she can give it to him.
Opening Up is rated XXX and is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scott Prussing
• Release date: Jun 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311396914

Scott Prussing

Scott Prussing was born in New Jersey, attended college and graduate school in Connecticut, but was smart enough to move to beautiful San Diego as soon as he received his Master's degree in psychology from Yale University. In addition to writing, Scott enjoys hiking, riding his bicycle at the beach, movies and golf. He is one of the few remaining people in the United States without a cell phone.

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OPENING UP

S. T PRUSSING

(& sub penny)

This is a work of fiction. All the characters or events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or used fictitiously.

OPENING UP

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Author’s note: sub penny is a real-life, practicing submissive who contacted me after reading the first two Letting Go books. She wanted to share how much she enjoyed the story, and how closely Jennifer’s journey into submissiveness mirrored her own journey. After several lengthy (and very hot!) conversations, I asked her if she would like to participate in the writing of Opening Up. She enthusiastically agreed, and has been a source for many of Jennifer’s thoughts and feelings as she continues her voyage of self-discovery with Sir.

CHAPTER 1

"You did what?!" Amanda asks me, her expression a mixture of surprise and delight. The words burst out of her mouth before I can even finish my sentence. It’s the night after the Carla Jo escapade, and we’re sitting in a neighborhood sushi bar enjoying a nice chardonnay and munching on some of our favorite delicacies. The place isn’t very crowded, so we’ve got plenty of privacy for girl talk. I’ve just started telling her a little bit about my threesome, and she wants more details. Of course she does—she loves sex talk, especially from me, who she used to think of as her sweet, innocent and somewhat naïve friend.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, to reveal so much—a little Too Much Information, perhaps?

Once started, though, Amanda will not let me quit. She’s like a dog with a bone… or a nymphomaniac with a boner. She’s not about to let it go.

"You did it with a woman, Jennifer? You? With a woman?!"

I figure I’ve got two choices here—tell her the entire story, or pretend I was only joking, just trying to shock her and get a rise out of her. I wonder what Sir would want me to do. I’m pretty sure he’d want me to tell the truth—honesty and open communication is the foundation of any good relationship, he says. And he’s right—he’s always freaking right. I decide I might as well plow ahead, for Amanda’s entertainment, if nothing else. Maybe it will do me good to hear myself talk, too. I might learn something simply from talking about it.

It wasn’t that big a deal, I begin coyly, only probably the most amazing sexual experience of my entire life. And believe me, it wasn’t nearly as weird as you’re making it sound.

Amanda grins. Weird? I don’t think it’s weird at all. I’m just a little shocked, is all—my sweet, pristine friend Jennifer is actually way more kinky than I ever dreamed! I’m proud of you.

She lifts her glass and clinks it to mine in a toast above our sushi-filled table. The sweetheart roll is our favorite—pinkish rice paper wrapped around salmon slices. Now that I look at it more closely—and from my brand new, much more sexual and enlightened perspective—it looks a little bit like the lips of a vagina. No wonder I always thought this dish was beautiful!

Amanda is the kind of woman I’ve always wished I could be: flawlessly feminine, but also a pillar of strength—and a hell of a good time to be around, besides. Many times I’ve wondered why I couldn’t be just as carefree. Finally now, times just might be a’changin’. Never in a million years would I have thought I would beat Amanda to this sort of sexual experimentation. Men have always flocked to her, and she’s always been much more active and open than me.

But is my recent behavior really an experiment, I wonder? Or is it perhaps more truly a voyage of self-discovery, maybe even some form of self-actualization? It’s all a bit complicated, for now at least. What I do I know is that all of it truly feels like me.

I decide to tell Amanda the big picture of what I did with Sir and Carla Jo last night, but not reveal all the intimate details. Sir said I should bounce things off a friend, but I don’t think he meant I had to share every little detail of our adventures. Maybe I should ask him for some guidelines about what I should or shouldn’t share, but I worry whether that might begin to make me a bit of a pain in the ass. Even with my limited experience, I’m pretty sure Doms don’t want their subs to be micromanaging their relationships. It’s all about trust, all about trust.

I take a swallow of wine and plunge ahead with my story.

Amanda…dear, dear Amanda, I say, drawing it out just to tease her. "Last night was wonderful. Truly amazing. In fact, I recommend you try it some time." I smile.

She’s looking at me with her eyes barely above her wine glass and her lips seemingly stuck to its side, trying to figure out if I’m being serious or not. After my last breakup, more than a year ago, I vowed to her that I would either end up becoming a nun or a lesbian—that’s how sick I was getting of men and the games they played. Now, she must be wondering if I was being serious back then. At the moment, it looks like the score might be Lesbians 1, Nuns 0. Except for Sir, of course. I guess cautiously bisexual might be a more fitting term.

I continue on with my story. Amanda listens without interruption as I tell her about kissing Carla Jo—who I call CJ to protect her privacy—and about how exciting it felt to be playing with and sucking each other’s breasts, at least after I got past some initial awkwardness and hesitation. Amanda raises her eyebrows and grins when I get to the part where I was sucking Sir while CJ licked and kissed his balls, but she still doesn’t comment. When I start telling her about how CJ and I sucked Sir and kissed each other at the same time, Amanda can no longer restrain herself.

You licked Sir’s hard-on and another woman’s mouth at the same time? she asks in a whisper that’s a little louder than I would have preferred. I’m glad we