Nice Girls Being Naughty

Chapter One-3

They are kidding about the toothbrush and the pajamas. They wish the other were not kidding.

“Really?” Mark tries to suppress a grin. “We didn’t have any dessert at dinner, do you have dessert too?”

Julie sheepishly grins. “Maybe.”

When they get to his car, Mark opens her door. On the drive to Julie’s house, they are both not sure, if the little bantering about the drinks and fireplace was kidding or not. Mark does not want to seem too pushy and hopes Julie will invite him in. Julie does not want to seem too pushy either, even though she has already decided she is going to invite him in. This is too much of an opportunity to pass up.

Mark holds Julie’s hand, while he walks her to the front door. He turns toward her as if he is expecting a good night kiss. She does not look at him. Instead, she takes out her keys, opens the door, grasps his hand, and leads him in. Mark does manage to suppress hollering “Yahoo!” but cannot stop a big smile.

Julie takes his coat; she hangs her and his in the entry coat closet. “I’ll get the liquor selection. You get the fireplace going”

Julie only has Amaretto and a peach brandy. Mark chooses the brandy; she has the Amaretto. Julie pours then each a small glass. They sit on the sofa, directly across from the fireplace. The fireplace produces more visual effect than actual heat. It is enough to feel. The warmth of Julie, sitting next to him, is more than enough for Mark.

They sit on the sofa, side by side, sipping their drinks, enjoying the fire.

Mark asks, “Have you ever wondered how amaretto and peach brandy tastes mixed together?”

“No! I haven’t, how does it taste?”

“There’s one way to find out.” He sets his glass on the coffee table and turns toward her; he kisses her. There is a slight mixing of the two drink flavors. Within a few seconds of their lips meeting, all curiosity of the liquor flavors is long gone. Their kisses become as passionate as they were in the front seat of his car. Julie is breathing shallow and fast. She feels a little light headed. Their tongues are making love.

Julie wants more; she grasps Mark’s hand and places it on her breast. Julie has rarely been this forward with a man and has never wanted a guy more. Mark feels her titties. He did not plan their first intimacy to be this quick, but all plans are out the window…he wants her.

Mark wishes he had told Julie to wear something with buttons, so he could get her titties out easier. Julie made the first naughty move; now, it is his turn. He takes her hand and puts it right on the hard bulge in his pants. He hopes he is not pushing this too far.

Julie feels his c**k through his pants; it is cramped and hard. Their lips are still together kissing, as she tries to unbuckle his belt. His hands find hers and together his belt is undone. Down comes the zipper; his pants are gone. He takes off his shirt, while Julie feels his c**k and balls…still in his underwear. She only waits until his shirt is off, then pulls down his shorts. Mark’s c**k springs out at full attention. Julie looks at it and feels it. It is a very respectable size. She thinks it is the second biggest c**k she has ever seen or felt.

Mark is completely bare; Julie is enjoying his nakedness. “I don’t think it’s fair. I’m naked, and you are still fully dressed.”

“Really? Haven’t you heard, all is fair in love and war?” She backs up, pulls her dress up over her head. Julie stands before him with no clothing to interfere with his view of her.

Mark looks at her a couple seconds; he likes what he sees. He moves to her and puts his arms around her. He kisses her again. Their fronts are pressed together from their lips to their feet. He is as close to her as he can get without being inside of her…he wants that too. “Julie, I have wanted you a long time.”

She takes his hand and leads him into the bedroom. She climbs up on the bed; he follows her. They are on their knees kissing. About the third kiss, Mark lays her back with his lips still on hers. She spreads her legs to give him access.

They are past the foreplay stages and ready for the main event. His c**k is near her p***y and pointed right at it. Mark lies on her. He moves his c**k to touch her opening. Julie is a little worried about it fitting in her. She does have lube in the nightstand drawer. She did not want Mark to think she gets f****d often, so she did not put it out. Julie knows she is wet; she hopes it will be enough.

She feels the head of his c**k push against her p***y. Mark is careful and gentle. Julie puts a hand down there to open her p***y lips a little and try to guide him in. Mark goes back and forth slowly. The tip of his c**k is in her. He does not want to hurt her and takes his time. Julie is delighted he has gotten it in this far. She is sure she has half of it…at least.

Her p***y is wet enough to allow Mark’s c**k to slide into her. He increases the strokes, both deeper and faster. Julie has never felt such a sensation in her p***y before. He is f*****g her in full strokes. She is taking his c**k…and loving it. Julie feels his balls hit her butt, and she knows she has it all. “Oh yeah, f**k me Mark. That’s good.” Julie feels her p***y moving toward orgasm. He is hitting her c**t on every stroke.

Mark is getting close to shooting too. Julie’s p***y is tight, warm, and slick; Mark is a goner. Julie begins the contractions of her climax, causing the walls of her p***y to squeeze against Mark’s c**k. He cannot take anymore. “Julie, I love you!” Then adds, “I’m coming!” They rock together joined in orgasm. He fills her with his c*m.

After, they hold each other. Mark thinks about the I Love You slipping out of his mouth in ecstasy. He cannot very well take it back. Maybe she did not hear it. He figures there is not much he can do about it now.

Julie knows I Love You spoken in passion is not valid in the real world. Still, she likes it. Other than her parents, no one has ever told her they love her. She decides she is not going to bring it up to him. If he means it, she hopes he will say it again.

Mark tells her, “I didn’t plan our first time to be so wham bam. I wanted it to be in a place with soft lighting, violin music, and flickering candles.”

“That’s sweet Mark. I got caught up in it also.” She hugs him tight. “More romantic would be great, but it is going to be difficult to improve on the finale.”

After Mark leaves, Julie is in bed thinking about him. She has an extra pillow in front of her. She is holding it tight and pretending it is him. The intimacy with Mark was very special. Tonight, she was on the verge of orgasm as soon as his c**k got all the way in her. Julie’s only regret, of the evening, is not offering him the extra toothbrush. She would have been happy holding him right now, instead of her extra pillow.

Wendy Meets Scott

Occasionally, Wendy spends an evening at her favorite western bar, the Wrangler. She tries to get there regularly, since she found the place a couple years ago. The Wrangler is an easy place to have a good time.

It is a Friday night. Wendy has not visited the Wrangler, in at least a month. She puts on her western outfit and heads there. Her outfit consists of a cowgirl type shirt, a cute cowgirl hat, a sexy pair of boots, and a pair of jeans that fit her butt just right. Wendy cannot wear any of her wigs with her cowgirl hat and usually puts her hair in a ponytail. The boots are not cowboy boots, but they look great on her.

She likes to get there on the early side on Friday evenings. There are a number of guys stopping there on their way home from work. After about 6:30 it thins out some for a short time. Then by eight, the place is hopping again. Wendy tries to arrive around six to catch the early guys first. By the time the evening folks arrive, she is feeling just fine.

Wendy had met several guys here for an evening of beer, dancing, and fun. Almost all had been one-night stands. She has seen some of these guys at the Wrangler more than once. It usually only consists of some chatting, a drink, and maybe a dance. They were fun, but after the newness wares off, there is not much else.

Wendy is not looking here for a lifelong mate. She is only looking for a guy to spend an evening with. On this Friday night, she has been at the Wrangler about an hour. She chats with a few guys she knows and enjoys a beer at the bar. Checking out the room, she sees three guys enter the place. They are all on the younger side. They are not wearing cowboy hats, but they are nicely dressed. They had not gotten the memo on the unofficial western, dress code.

Wendy’s eyes zero in on one of them. He is trim and handsome. His dark hair is combed, and he is dressed nicely in jeans and a button shirt. He is taller than she is but under six feet tall. As they enter, he looks around the room. His eye catches Wendy’s looking at him. She quickly looks away. It was almost like her giving him the eye. She thinks she looked away fast enough to keep him guessing.

The three guys find an empty table and wait for a waitress. This place has no waitresses. It is strictly a get your own drink at the bar, kind of place. It takes them a few minutes to figure out the drink acquiring routine. Finally, the guy she gave the eye to, gets orders from his friends and heads to the bar. The bar is always crowded. There are some bar stools, but most people stand around visiting or ordering a drink. Wendy pretends not to see him coming. She moves a little, so there is an opening to the bar by her. (This is not Wendy’s first Rodeo.)

The new guy squeezes in to the bar next to her.

“Hello!” Wendy wants to seem friendly but not overly so.

“Hi, busy place.”

“It’s always crowded on Friday nights.” She smiles at him. This your first visit to the Wrangler?”

“Could you tell?”

“Well you do not have a cowboy hat or boots. I figured you must be a tenderfoot.”

He laughs a little, as the bartender gets to him. He orders three beers and a glass of water. “One of my friends has been here before. He said it’s a great place.”

“He’s right.” She extends her hand. “I’m Wendy. I’m only a cowgirl on Friday nights.”

“Nice to meet you Wendy, I’m Scott.” His drinks arrive; he pays the bill.

“Looks like you bought more than you can handle.” Wendy grabs the glass of water and the beer she was drinking. “Let me give you a hand.” Scott brings the other three bottles of beer, and they walk back to his table