She Was Naughtier Than I Expected

TNA Citizen journalist Pete C. is nominating “Kelly” as a naughty American because she looked prim and proper on the outside, but was anything but when she was with her gay friends.

I’ve learned the hard way that naughtiness is an inner quality and can’t be judged by what’s on the surface.

Many times, the sleazier a woman is dressed, the less likely she is to give it up. Growing up in San Diego, I knew a lot of girls like this. They dressed in the trashiest outfits and the highest heels, but wouldn’t let a guy near their private areas until he gave them an engagement ring.

On the other hand, there are quite a few ladies who seem like good girls – even prudes – who surprise you when you actually get down and dirty with them.

Take the case of Kelly, a woman I met through my old roommate Keith. He was one of those jerks who gets involved with the first girl who will actually screw him and then molds himself to fit her image.

His girlfriend was named Laurel and she was was one of those types who dates guys who are artsy musician types and forces them to go corporate.

She did have some interesting friends though, especially Kelly, who she kept trying to introduce me to.

When she showed me a picture of her, I wasn’t impressed. Kelly looked like a bank teller. Makes sense because Kelly WAS a bank teller. Nothing wrong with that, but while it’s cute for a teenage girl to try to look 10 years older, it’s not so becoming for a 25-year-old woman to do that.

But I didn’t tell Laurel this. I said non-commitedly, “Sure, that’d be fun.”

In reality, I thought, this woman is too tame for me. I wanted a wild chick who will go crazy when she’s horny, so I always begged off meeting Kelly.

Finally, Laurel and Keith decided to move in together. Actually, she decided. Anyway, they had a housewarming party and invited me to come. I had to work late at the record store so I showed up about two hours later.

It seemed like a cool vibe. There were a few people there, including a large number of gay men. No big deal, I thought. Anyway, I met Kelly in person and she looked pretty hot for a MILF, even though she didn’t have kids and was younger than me.

She was pretty tipsy – everyone was except for me – but she giggled, “I heard a lot about you. Laurel says you’re so funny.”

“Yeah, I am,” I replied.

Although she didn’t dress to show off her body, it looked like she was in shape underneath her business suit. And she was grabbing my hand and arm throughout the night. I had been going through a dry period so I was willing to consider partners I might ignore during a more fruitful time.

So I was willing to consider Kelly, except for the fact that she dressed like a prude.

Slowly but surely, most of the people left and finally it was down to me, Kelly, Laurel, Keith and three gay guys. Those guys soon left but not before she gave them long hugs including some ass squeezes.

“Thanks for everything,” one guy said to her. I was confused because I thought Laurel was the host.

We were watching some TV together when Keith, who is a lightweight when it comes to liquor, went up to his room to pass out and Laurel decided to join him. “Let yourselves out,” she said.

So it was Kelly and me on the couch. She snuggled up to me like I was the high school quarterback and she was a freshman cheerleader and said, “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Yeah, I guess,” and I did.

One thing led to another and she put her leg over mine until she was straddling me. She was a good kisser I had to admit and she had a way of moaning softly that was sexy in an innocent way.

At some point, she stopped our fooling around so she could turn off the light. Then I said, “Want to take off that dress?”

“Twist my arm,” she said.

“Okay,” I responded.

“No, really. Twist my arm,” she said.

Okay, I thought, and I grabbed her arm and put it behind her back.

“Yeah, that’s good. Are you a big strong man?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“You going to show me who’s boss?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Yeah, make me do what you want.”

I held her arm behind her back while I unzipped the middle-aged lady’s dress she was wearing. Then I shaped her hands into fists and placed her ass upon them.

Then I got down near her pussy in order to eat her out.

It was like licking a lake. It was seriously the wettest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure to munch. It was literally dripping.

“Your pussy is so wet,” I said.

“Mmmmmm,” she said.

“I can’t believe you got this wet in a hurry,” I mumbled in between clit licks.

What she said next surprised me.

“Actually, I got a head start,” she giggled.

“What do you mean? Did you masturbate beforehand?”

“No, er, yes, er, sorta,” she demurred.

I had to find out what was up, pussy or no pussy. So I stopped and pulled my head up, making sure to keep holding her hands behind her back.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Earlier this evening, one of them asked me what a pussy tastes like and I decided to show them.”

“What?”

“Yeah, we went up to Laurel’s bedroom and I gave them lessons – on me,” she said.

“Are you serious?”

“They’re just friends,” she said.

“They were all in the same room?”

“Well, yeah, it’s easier that way.”

I stopped for a second and thought about the fact I was eating the muff of a woman who just a few hours before had been giving lessons on pussy eating. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it considering we were just fooling around.

Still, my dick went soft.

“Oh shit, you’re freaked out,” she said. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Thomas showed me something that works well for him….”

“Did he tell you? Or show you?”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

“Uh, a little,” I said, as I watched her reach into her purse, grab a rubber glove and some lube and put it on her index finger.

At that moment, I decided that I was through for the evening, and I probably wasn’t going to ask for a second date.

Not that she would’ve said yes if I had asked. I found out from Keith that she told Laurel that I was a little too “prim” and said her ideal man would be more in touch with his natural bisexuality.

As Keith and Laurel lived together, I drifted away from them, eventually to the point where I wasn’t invited to their wedding (not a big deal to me). But I did run into Kelly a few months ago at my nephew’s soccer game. Apparently, her son plays for the same team and I got to meet her husband, who, it turns out, was Thomas, the same guy who taught her the lube trick I never let her try on me.

I’m sure they’re very happy.