December 2005 Short Story Contest Winner
"Wranglers can make any man's ass look great," I said to Jeannie as we watched the tall cowboy stride through the sushi bar toward the men's room. I felt almost envious of his dark jeans, which hugged his muscular rump and thighs. His black western shirt that stretched across his wide shoulders. It was about 95 degrees outside, so the tawny straw hat on his handsome head seemed somehow appropriate, if oddly placed in the Japanese décor.
"Yeah, but Levis are even better," Jeannie said with a giggle, making an ass-cupping gesture with her hands. She nursed her Sapporo. "And what the hell is a cowboy doing in a sushi bar anyway? Don't they only eat beef?"
"I'd like some beef about now," I said, sliding my empty plate away from me, making an X with my chopsticks across the sea-green surface. "How can I eat fifty dollars worth of sushi and still be hungry?"
"Maybe you're not hungry, you're hungry. For some beef." In girly fashion, we laughed again.
I'd always had a thing for cowboys, even when I was a little girl. I remembered having a terrific crush on the senior wrangler at Girl Scout camp when I was about nine. I'd known nothing of sex at that age, of course, but there was something about his wiry frame and quick movements as he brushed down horses and mucked stalls that made my heart flutter. And even as a grown woman, I made an annual pilgrimage to the National Western Stock Show -- one of Denver's annual claims to fame -- to gawk at tight asses in blue jeans, wind-roughed skin and hands toughened by real work. Something in the rugged nature of a cowboy -- a real cowboy -- made the sexual side of me scream, "Ride me hard and put me away wet." Corny, yes, but fun.
"And here comes the beef ... or is it beefcake?" she said. We both instantly put on our pretty, flirty smiles and laid them on him.
"Hi there," Jeannie said, catching his eye as he neared our table.
"Hello," I said, my hand reaching up to twirl the jade pendant that dangled almost into my abundant cleavage.
He looked from Jeannie to me, then back to Jeannie again as he stopped at our table.
"Howdy ladies," he replied, actually reaching up to tip the brim of his hat. "How are ya'll this fine summer day?"
"Oh, we all are fine, sir," Jeannie said in her soft drawl. She'd grown up in Houston, so it was authentic. "And what brings such a big, rough cowboy into a fishy place like this?"
His full lips parted into a grin, white teeth dazzling against his sun-browned skin. His eyes were gorgeous, the brown of dark chocolate, with a little caramel glinting around the iris. He brought his hands -- big, square, long fingered -- to his hips.
"What, cowboys aren't allowed to like sushi?"
We feigned embarrassment and apologies. The flirting worked like a charm; he moved his hands to the slatted back of the birch dining chair.
"Mind if I join you?" He took our grins for a yes, pulled the chair out and sat down with legs splayed open comfortably. I saw Jeannie glance into his lap and smile at the package she saw there. She waggled her eyebrows at me.
"Are you here alone?" I asked, leaning toward him slightly. I could smell his light aftershave -- it was summer prairie and hot sun. I could feel every nerve in my body going on red alert.
"Well, yes I am. The guy at the hotel where I'm staying recommended it to me. You just can't get good sushi where I live. That'd be in southern Colorado, down near Durango, to answer your next question."
His lips were lovely, almost edible. I found myself staring at them. I glanced at Jeannie, and she looked as horny as I felt. A slight flush covered her skin, and was her chest actually heaving beneath her tangerine, scoop-necked blouse?
The waitress came over and we ordered another round of Sapporo, plus a bottle of sake, and some more sushi pieces. We introduced ourselves as we waited. His name, of course, was Bill.
"As in Wild Bill?" Was Jeannie actually batting her eyelashes at him? I casually ran my index finger around the vee of my neckline. I watched his eyes follow it. Ooh, goody, he likes me. Jeannie spoke again, her drawl more obvious. His eyes flitted to her face. Bitch. Jeannie was probably prettier of face, but my body was more voluptuous. She liked to run and it showed. I liked more sensual forms of exercise, like yoga, dancing and fucking.
We chatted casually, exchanging demographic information: job, marital status, hometown. Bill, it turned out, grew up on a Texas ranch, went to UT to get his business degree and MBA, and now helped ranchers in Colorado incorporate new technology into their businesses.
"I still wras'l a steer every now and again to make the old guys feel more comfortable, and I'm on my horse every day, so I suppose you could say I'm a real cowboy," he offered.
As he spoke, I reached my foot out to touch his leg and found Jeannie had beaten me to it. I tried to kick her slyly.
"Ouch!" she said, shooting me a look that was half-teasing, half-serious.
"Now ladies, no need to squabble." Bill took my hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles, then did the same for Jeannie. His mouth was warm and soft. My skin where he kissed me ignited, sending a shower of pleasure up my arm. "There's enough of me to go around."
Jeannie and I rarely competed for men when we went out. Both divorced and loving our single-status, we'd scope out men who looked like the other's type at ball games, concerts, the gourmet grocery store, and bars of course. With Bill, though, it looked like that was all about to change. We both wanted him. And from the even attention he was paying both of us, I thought perhaps he'd have a hard time choosing as well.
The drinks came. "A toast," Bill said, "to the two prettiest ladies in Denver."
We all tossed back a cupful of sake. Jeannie poured us all another round. I was seriously feeling the buzz now, my juices flowing. I picked up my cup. "To us girls. May the best woman win," I said, perhaps a little too loudly. A couple, obviously on a first date, stared at me briefly, then went back to their conversation.
Bill chuckled at the toast, but clinked our glasses and drank to it. "Who says only one of you can win?"
I don't know what my face betrayed, but Jeannie's jaw dropped just a hair and her eyes widened. She glanced at me, then at Bill. Recovering, she said, "Well someone always comes out on top, honey. Julia and I share a lot, but not men."
She shot me a look that clearly said keep your mouth shut. One night back in college, Jeannie and I had gone to a party thrown by a bunch of Air Force Academy cadets. After many hours of imbibing upon peach schnapps and orange juice, the two cute guys we'd hooked up with convinced us to play truth or dare. Being the adventurous one, Jeannie picked dare. Her guy dared her do eat my pussy, right there on the nubby brown couch. We'd cracked up and said OK. I laid back and spread my legs, and she pretended to lick me through my jeans. My guy sat back on the couch with his hands behind his head.
"No, for real, or you have to face the punishment," her guy said. He took off his belt and snapped it.
"Oh go fuck yourself," she'd slurred, and he grabbed her by the hair.
"Do it, or face the consequences," he said. We weren't so drunk to notice the venom in his voice. "And you," he said to me, "while she does it you are going to suck me until I cum."
My guy just sat there smiling. A mixture of danger and excitement floated in the air. I had never been with a girl, and the idea had always excited me. Sometimes when I masturbated, I imagined Jeannie watching me and getting herself off. I'd never admitted that to anyone.
He ordered Jeannie to take off my jeans and my panties and watched, belt in hand, as she did it. He unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was on the small side -- until he started to get hard. "Lick her," he said, and cracked the belt into the palm of his hand.
I felt her mouth tentatively investigating my crotch. "Pull the lips apart and put your tongue inside of her."
She complied. Her mouth was so warm and soft, unlike any man's I'd ever experienced. My pussy was instantly drenched and trembling. I felt my thighs relax.
After a few minutes, my guy came around behind where Jeannie knelt on the floor, and began caressing her breasts, running his hands down her back and her ass. He lifted her skirt and moved her panties aside. Right before he plunged his mouth into her, he gave me a wink. My whole body shot through with pleasure. The idea that he was eating her while she was eating me was sexy beyond anything I'd experienced. Then her guy stood over me on the couch and pressed his semi-hard cock into my face.
"Suck me, bitch," he said. As I took him into my mouth, I felt Jeannie moaning against my clit. The vibrations took me to a new level of arousal, and I moaned with her. I could feel the stirrings of an orgasm. I began to eagerly lick and suck the cock before me. Suddenly Jeannie's rhythm changed. Her face bumped into me, and I realized my guy was fucking her from behind. With no coaching, she adjusted her position and began to slide her fingers in and out of my wetness, her tongue lapping my erect clit. I fondled her guy's balls, then reached for his tight ass to pull him deeper into my mouth. He grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth hard. It was all I could do not to catch him on my teeth. In a brief moment of clarity, I realized that my guy and her guy were fucking us in rhythm, and that dawning set the whirlpool of my orgasm spinning faster and faster until I exploded in pure pleasure. Within seconds, he was cumming in my mouth. I opened my lips and let the white juice spill over down my chest. I felt Jeannie collapse away from me, and recognized that both she and my guy had cum as well.
As we drove back to our college town the next morning, hung over, sick and raw, we agreed to never tell anyone what happened or talk about it. But before I agreed, I asked her, "Did you like it?"
Without looking at me, she said, "Uh huh. You?"
"Uh huh."
The truth was I'd never had an orgasm like that before or since. Even when I recreated the experience as I masturbated, I never reached the high of that evening. I'd always wondered if I could attain it again.
Watching Jeannie flirt with Bill was interesting. She used moves I didn't. She twirled her hair; I twirled my necklace. She leaned back in her chair, showing off her flat belly; I leaned forward to show my cleavage. I took another sip of beer and reached for a piece of octopus, briefly meeting her eyes across the table.
"But you want to share, don't you ladies?" Bill asked. "Fantasy of yours?"
She blushed. I blushed. "Oh," he said. "I see. You've already shared, and loved it, but don't want to talk about it."
What was this guy, a mind reader?
"I'll be right back," he said, and pushed back from the table. With long strides, he exited the restaurant. Through the window, I saw him open the back of a truck-bed shell, and begin fumbling with something.
Jeannie and I looked at each other, not quite sure what to do.
"Should we dine and ditch?" Jeannie asked, a little anxiously. She had paled a bit.
"No, I'm going to stay to see what happens. He can't be serious."
"But god, Julia, I want to fuck him. My panties are drenched!"
"So are mine. Flip you for him."
"No fucking way!"
We both watched the door as he walked in, a mischievous look on his face. He had to be, hands down, the best looking man I'd ever had a conversation with. And now, I could fuck him -- if only Jeannie weren't here.
"I'm all set up, ladies," he said. "Waddya say I pick up the tab and we get out of here?"
"And go where?" I asked. My mouth was dry with anticipation.
"Oh, a little place not to far from here. Come on, I dare you."
"Give us a minute," Jeannie said. She stood up and motioned for me to do the same. "Let's go to the ladies'."
Bill kissed me on the cheek as I stood, then leaned down to kiss Jeannie. Sly girl, she turned her face and caught his lips with hers instead.
"Be right back!" she sang.
The restaurant bathroom was empty, thank god.
"What do you want to do? What do you want me to do?" I asked her.
She took a lip-gloss out of her purse and began applying it slowly to her lips, looking deep into her own eyes in the mirror. Like I said, Jeannie loved adventure.
"I want to fuck him. This is like some strange movie, and I'm not going to let it pass by without taking advantage."
"As far as I go?" I began.
"You can watch."
A small twinge of disappointment washed over me. "But I want to fuck him too."
"Julia, you get laid twice as much as I do, and by guys who look as good as he does." She glanced at me to silence my protest. "Admit it. This could be the highlight of my sexual life. Be my best friend. Let me have him."
"You really want me to watch?"
She put her lipstick back in her purse and zipped it closed.
"Maybe. I don't know. Like you said, let's see what he has in mind."
Bill was standing at the entrance when we emerged from the bathroom. The sushi chefs waved goodnight.
Bill led us to the back of his sleek, black truck. "It ain't much, but I find it comfortable when I'm traveling. A hell of a lot better than some cheap motel."
He opened the hatch and revealed a plush bedroom set-up: a thick mattress covered in a silky blue duvet, two small shaded lamps, a small stereo, a soft chocolate-brown rug reminiscent of his eyes underneath it all.
He sat on the open tailgate. "Climb on it, ladies."
"Nothin' doin', sugar," Jeannie said. She let her hand trail over his chest, shoulder and side of his face as she passed him. The hard white camper shell allowed enough clearance for her to stand up halfway, but then she was pretty short.
"Julia," he said. I took his hand and followed Jeannie. He gave a quick look around, then slid back and pulled the gate and hatch shut.
I could see the shapes of the adjacent cars through the frosted side windows, but no detail. Shadows passed -- people enjoying the cooling night air.
"Turn on that stereo, would you beautiful Jeannie?" he said. Sarah McLachlin began to sing. We all cracked up. "What did you expect, Dolly Parton?"
Bill took off his hat. Jeannie slipped off her shoes.
"I'm just here to observe," I said from my position at the foot of the bed.
"Oh, that's a waste," Bill said. "Come here. Let me kiss you. I'll change your mind."
I put up my hand to stop him, but he gently turned my chin with his fingers. He leaned toward me and placed a tender kiss in the middle of my mouth. He kissed me again, this time with more pressure. My lips parted and -- Sorry, Jeannie -- my tongue did a little two-step with his. I leaned in closer to him, eager to taste him. He gently pulled away. "Now your turn," he said, and repeated the movements with Jeannie.
"See, isn't that fun? I don't want you two to interact unless you want to. But I want to make love to you both. I don't want anyone to feel left out, so I have a little something to help us. Why don't you make yourselves more comfortable why I get it."
I sighed and took off my shoes. Jeannie shot me a crusty look. I shrugged my shoulders and blew her a kiss. Bill had slid open the truck's back window and climbed halfway through it to fumble with something. Now he emerged with a black shoebox.
"What's in here, partner?" Jeannie asked, taking the box from him, holding it up to her ear and shaking it like a Christmas present.
"Just a few toys to make sure each of you ladies receives equal parts pleasure."
With that, he began to kiss Jeannie. He put his hands on her shoulders, ran them slowly down her arms. I watched her shiver. Since that night in Colorado Springs, Jeannie and I both had gained a lot of sexual experience. We'd both married and had compared notes about our husbands. I expected perhaps that she'd changed, but as I watched her become aroused, I realized that she hadn't changed much at all.
"Come here please, Julia," Bill said softly. I crawled across the bed to them. He kissed my cheek, then my mouth. He kept a hand caressing Jeannie's small breasts.
In slow motion, we took off our clothes, Bill exploring each new exposed inch of flesh with fingers, mouth, tongue, but never asking us to touch each other. I felt relaxed and hot, my pussy melting with intense pleasure as his long fingers began to gently explore me, then Jeannie, then me again. Even as he pleasured her, he touched me in some way -- his hand on my belly, drawing slow circles around my belly button, his finger pressed against my clit. He laid us both back on the bed, and in near unison we parted our legs. Like a hummingbird drinking nectar, he flitted from my dripping pussy to Jeannie's. I felt her presence next to me, but at the same time I felt like I was in my own world, alone with him.
I heard a soft buzz begin, and felt something nudging between my legs. I looked down to see a pink vibrator, its silicone shaft twisting, and a small butterfly-like shape flapping its wings with the vibration.
"Hey, that's the one I gave you for your birthday!" I exclaimed. Jeannie sat up slightly.
"Yes it is. I told you that you need one. Now you're going to find out why I said that!"
We both began to laugh, softly, then with vigor. Bill began to laugh, too.
"What kind of girl gives her girlfriend a vibrator for her birthday?" he asked, wiping tears from his eyes.
"This kind," I said, sitting up and taking the vibe from him. I reached for him and realized he still had his Wranglers on. "Darlin' we have a problem."
Jeannie sat up. "Yes, it appears we do. You lay back and enjoy yourself. I'll take care of this."
As she undid his belt, the silver button, the zipper, I began sliding the vibrator shaft along my slippery slit. Instantly, waves of pleasure shot through me. "Oh man, this is good," I said.
But Jeannie didn't hear me. She was staring at Bill's humungous erect cock. I watched as she got to her knees, bent over and began to suck him. Now it was his turn to moan. Jeannie's ex had been into porn, and I could tell from her technique that she'd learned a little by watching it.
"Come here," he whispered to me, holding out his hand for the vibe. "Let me work it on you."
He must have had incredible powers of concentration, because somehow he managed to fuck me royally with the toy while Jeannie sucked and worked him with her hands. I was so turned on, my head swirling, every inch of my skin prickling. I could feel my juices running down my legs.
"Wait," he said. Jeannie lifted her head. "I want to lie back. Julia, will you please straddle my face? Jeannie, please straddle my cock. Face whichever way you'd like."
Jeannie's nipples were almost red with arousal. As she moved, I saw moisture glistening on her calves where she had been sitting on them. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then straddled Bill's face, my back to her. I could see in the reflection of the window that she turned her back to me.
Bill moaned. I knew that Jeannie had mounted him. Reverse cowgirl was one of her favorite positions, I knew. She told me she came the hardest that way, riding with her back away from her man. I felt Bill slip the vibe into my pussy and I let out a long "ahhhh." He turned it so the butterfly was against my asshole, then turned the whole thing on and took my clit into his mouth.
I held onto the cool metal of the truck bed as I let Bill lick and bite and suck me as he fucked me with the vibe. I'd felt pleasure before, but never like this. Shadows of passers-by moved across the windows. I heard their voices over the music, which I hoped was loud enough to cover our noises. But then again, fuck it, I thought. Let them guess what's happening in here. That thought started the escalator of my orgasm on its way skyward. I could hear Jeannie panting and moaning, and all of our bodies rocked with her rhythm. The butterfly tickled my ass with just the right amount of stimulation. Bill pulled his mouth away from me.
"Are you going to cum, my beauties?"
"Yes." Jeannie moaned. "Uh huh," I said, nodding my head vigorously.
"Good, then I will too. But you first."
With that, he took my clit between his teeth, cutting off the blood supply as he flicked it rapidly with his tongue. The curve of the vibe rubbed perfectly against my G-spot, and I knew that I was about to burst.
"Ah, Jesus, here I go," I said, and the most intense orgasm rocked every nerve in my body. I pumped my hips against Bill's face as I rode the wave down.
"I'm cumming," Jeannie half-screamed. As she shuddered, her long hair tumbling down her petite back, I felt Bill begin to tense beneath me. He slid the vibe out of me and reached up for my full breasts. Gripping them hard, he came. Jeannie collapsed forward. I felt a secondary wave -- an aftershock -- course through my body. I sat there, relishing the pleasure. I slowly become aware of my aching knees, Bill's snuffly breathing against my thigh, the sounds from outside, the golden quality of light filtering in through the windshield. Slowly, I rolled off of him.
"Holy crap," I said. My orgasm had blown away any I'd ever experienced, even that night with Jeannie.
"Holy crap is right," Jeannie said, her voice muffled by the comforter.
Bill rolled to his left and lightly ran his fingertips from the top of my neck to the base of my spine. Jeannie slid up to lay on his right side, and he turned to kiss her lips.
After many minutes of soft kisses, whispers and caresses, we all began to get dressed. It felt like a shame.
"Where are you parked? I'll drive you to your car."
Jeannie and I held hands sitting on the bed as he drove us around the block.
She looked me in the eyes and said, "Another little secret?"
I nodded. "But you liked it?"
"Uh huh. You?"
She giggled that infectious Jeannie giggle. "Uh huh."
Originally published December 2005 - "Naughty or Nice"