Nice Girls Being Naughty

Chapter One-2

She backs up a step. “I love your underwear.” She pauses a second. “There is only one way they could look better.”

Steve does not say anything. A small grin starts on his face.

“If they were draped over my dress on the chair.” Megan is in full smile, as she puts her thumbs through the waistband of his shorts, pulls them down, and puts them on the chair. Steve’s c**k is pointed right at her.

They embrace and kiss again. Steve takes her hand and leads her to an open spot in the corner of the play area. Megan kneels down; Steve does also. They kiss again while still on their knees. One more kiss, and he lays her back. Megan is so at ease with him; all the nervousness is long gone. She spreads her legs wide.

Steve is still on his knees between her legs. He bends forward and puts his tongue right on her p***y. Megan flinches at the touch. He gently licks her p***y lips and c**t. He lets the tip of his tongue slip between the lips occasionally. Megan cannot remember a guy licking her p***y this softly and putting just the right amount of pressure on her c**t. Megan is thinking, this guy licks p***y as good as a girl.

If he kept going with his tongue on her p***y, she would have an orgasm. Steve stops licking her p***y. He reaches over for some nearby lube. He puts some on her p***y lips and some on his c**k. Megan knows what is coming; she cannot wait. Steve moves up her body until his tongue is on her neck, and his c**k is at her p***y. Megan feels his c**k pushing against her opening and his lips nibbling at her neck.

Steve moves his mouth to kiss her. As she kisses him, she feels his c**k pushing more firmly against her p***y. She is wet enough for him. She feels the head of his c**k slip in. He is still kissing her and moving his hips. His c**k slides in farther. Steve does not rush it, a little more c**k on each soft stroke. Megan is breathing fast and shallow. His c**k feels great. It is moving her p***y toward orgasm. She can feel herself getting closer to coming.

She has all of him. Steve is f*****g Megan is full deep strokes. They have completely forgotten the mob of people near them. This is only the two of them…no one else exists. A few more strokes and Megan begins to climax. It is a strong orgasm. A few seconds later Steve moans and shoots c*m deep into her. They rock in passion a minute or more, before collapsing together on the mat. The people near them had stopped what they were doing to watch them.

Megan tells him, “I hope I didn’t squirt too much. Sorry, I never got around to warning you.”

“I love it. It means you had a good time.” Steve waits a second then adds, “That was fantastic Megan.”

“Fantastic is an understatement.” Megan sits up. “It was the best…ever.”

Megan and Steve spent the rest of the evening together. They talked, laughed, had wine, and f****d again. Megan has had many male friends and lovers, but this was different. She wondered, could this be the guy? Megan was not sure if Steve was the right guy for her. She was totally sure she wanted to get to know him better.

When Christine finally met up with Megan, late in the evening, Christine looked at her. “You Ok Megan, you look all glassy eyed…something wrong?”

Megan just smiled.

Amber At Matt’s For Dinner

Amber has known Matt almost a month when he calls and invites her to his place for dinner. They have not even come close to any intimacies yet, but they have had good times together. She thinks his place for dinner, with a little wine, would be an ideal set up to get to know each other sexually. She does not want to push it and does not get her expectation above reality. Still, just in case, she plans to wear a frilly pair of sexy panties and forget the bra.

When she arrives, he has an apron on and he is working in the kitchen. There are pots and bowls all over the place. It looks like he is cooking for a dozen people, instead of only the two of them. He apologizes for the messy kitchen. “I’m used to cooking in the fire station, and I had a hard time coming up with the right size pot.”

“Not to worry, I will be your bull cook and help you with dishes.”

“How do you know what a bull cook is?”

“Remember my grandpa was a fireman, he always used that term when he messed up the kitchen. Claiming he needed a bull cook to pick up after him.” She smiles at the memory.

Matt smiles too. He opens a bottle of wine, pours two glasses, and takes a little break from his kitchen duties. They sit on the bar stools in the kitchen sipping the wine and making small talk.

“So what’s on the dinner menu?” Amber asks

“Well Amber, I am treating you to basic firehouse food. We start with a healthy salad and sourdough bread. Then tonight’s main entrée, roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, and a veggie. Then a dessert to be divulged later.”

She is hoping the dessert, he is planning, is him. “Sounds great, and the company is perfect.” She clinks her glass to his in a simulated toast.

Together they finish the preparation of the meal. He slices the fresh baked bread and the roast. She dishes up the salad and vegetable.

They eat the meal with beautiful dinner music playing. It is very comfortable. They continue the small talk while eating. By the time dinner is finished, they have had a couple glasses of wine and are feeling mellow. They do the dishes and clean up, joking more about the number of pots and other utensils he used.

Finally, the kitchen is back to normal, the aprons are stowed, and they can relax on the sofa with another glass of wine. They kick off their shoes. Amber moves closer to him. There is not much talk, as they sip the wine and enjoy the closeness of each other. This is already the most intimate they have been. Matt puts his arm around Amber’s shoulders; he is looking right at her. It is almost as if in slow motion…their lips move toward each other. They both want it. Matt moves his hand to behind her head and cradles her neck, as he kisses her gently.

Amber kisses him back; they begin to kiss passionately. She lets her tongue lightly touch his lips. He moves his tongue to touch hers. Their lips and tongues are softly caressing each other. Amber knows her p***y is getting wet; she hopes Matt is getting hard. As they kiss, she reaches over and grasps Matt’s hand—moving it to her breast. He touches both of her breasts through the sheer fabric. The kissing intensifies. Amber is not wearing a bra and Matt can feel the softness of her.

Matt moves his hand under her top to feel her bare titties. Amber’s p***y is definitely getting wetter. She is light headed from his touch. She wants more; she wants him. The kissing is more passionate. Matt is all over her titties. He tries to unbutton her blouse but needs help from Amber. Her top is soon discarded.

Once Amber is bare on the top, she tells Matt, “Now it’s your turn.” She unbuttons his shirt and removes it.

His hands are touching her legs through her pants; he passes his hand over the top snap but does not stop. He teases her a couple more times, then puts his finger right on the button to her pants. He looks at her for her approval. She slides her hand up his leg to the bulge in his jeans. They both smile as he unbuttons her pants…together they pull them down. She is left with only her frilly panties still on.

Matt stands up and removes his pants in front of her. He is down to his underwear; there is a large bulge in the front. Amber slowly lowers her panties, standing a couple feet away and right in front of him. She is completely naked, steps forward to feel his hard c**k, and slowly pulls his underwear down. As his underwear slips lower, his c**k flops out. It is long, quite thick, and has a large bulb head on it. It is growing and getting harder, as she watches and touches it.

Matt takes her hand and leads her into his bedroom. Matt would love to lick Amber with his tongue, but he has waited for this moment to join with her. They are both ready for this. He puts Amber on her back and slides between her legs. Matt does slow his eagerness to f**k her by teasing her p***y lips with the head of his c**k. Amber does not want to wait; she pulls him up and reaches down with her hand to guide his c**k into her.

Matt so wants this and slides his c**k, in deep strokes, until his balls touch her ass. He cannot remember ever being this hard before. As his c**k moves back and forth in her p***y, she rubs her c**t. They are both so horny they cannot last long. Soon he fills her with c*m, as her p***y contracts in orgasm, at the same time.

It is fairly mild intercourse by most standards, but it was very erotic and very satisfying for them both. When they shower afterwards, Matt notices the tattoo on her butt. “I like your little yellow rose Amber.”

“Kelly, my roommate, made me do it.”

“Well, it looks cute back there.” Matt gets a robe for each of them. Then they head to the TV, where he has a romantic video ready to go. Sitting on the sofa, he has his arm around her watching the video. After a little while, he pauses the video while he gets them a dessert of strawberries and champagne. Later, he pauses the show again, to make popcorn.

They are both touched by the romantic happy ending to the video. He offers for her to spend the night, but she feels she needs to go home. She dresses, they hug, he kisses her, and it is over. It was a wonderful evening and a wonderful first intimacy between them.

Julie And Mark

On Saturday evening, Mark picks up Julie at her home. He is wearing slacks and a sport coat…no tie. Mark told Julie to wear a nice dress because he is taking her to a fancy restaurant. Julie wears one of her slinky but conservative dresses. This time she does not wear a bra or panties…just in case.

When they arrive at the restaurant, Julie recognizes the place. It is the restaurant of the senior ball. Mark also took her here on the last date they had before he went off to college. Like the previous dinners here, they enjoy the food and one another. The only difference this time, they are old enough to order a bottle of wine…easily old enough. The dinner is wonderful. At the end, they are full and do not order dessert.

Walking from the restaurant to Mark’s car, he puts his arm around her. The evening has cooled off. Mark comments, “It’s getting cold again, wouldn’t it be fun to be sitting in front of a warm fireplace?”

“I have a fireplace.” Julie quickly answers.

Mark continues, “Drinking an after dinner liquor.”

“I have that too.”

“Do you have an extra toothbrush and a pair of pajamas?”

Julie smiles and tells him, “I have an extra toothbrush; you won’t be needing any pajamas.”