The Difference between Naughty and Nice

Cassandra Bellatricks, Cassie to her friends, woke up early on a Saturday morning, and sat up in her bed, stretching her arms high above her head. She looked at the glowing red numbers of her alarm clock. 7:30.

“Shit.” she thought to herself. “It’s really fuckin’ early! Why can’t I sleep in for a change? It’s Saturday, for Chrissakes!”

She knew the reason. Her body had it’s own built in alarm clock, one that was set for exactly this time of day. On a weekday, she would be getting up for her last year of high school right about now. Her body knew nothing about weekends. It was a creature of habit.

She got up and hurriedly threw on a clean T-Shirt, omitting a bra because it was the weekend, and the President of the United States would not be coming over. A cut off pair of jeans, made into shorts so short her mother would not approve were next, and completed her ensemble. No panties, either, since she knew they would be hanging out and hiding the curve of her ass, which she rather enjoyed showing off.

She left her room, then her whole house, quickly going across the street to her good friend’s bedroom window. It was a little more than halfway open to let the mid-spring breezes in. It had been unseasonably warm this year.

She slid the window up the rest of the way, then boosted her lithe form inside, grinning to herself as she saw him still asleep under the thin sheet covering him. She also noticed that he was sporting quite a nice bulge of “morning wood.”

“I’m not a bad girl; just a little naughty.” she thought to herself. “Besides, he’ll forgive me. We’re friends!”

She gently pulled the sheet down to his ankles, looking at his boxers tented up. Then she noticed the fly opening at the front of the garment, and slowly slipped the first two fingers of her right hand inside, feeling an erection for the very first time in her life, and pulled it over a bit so that the head of it began peeking out. She grinned again, feeling more naughty than she ever had before in her whole life.

She gently touched it with her other hand, unconsciously wiping her perfectly clean fingers off on her shorts. She got a good look at the head of it, watching with fascination as a pearly drop of almost clear fluid began forming at the very tip, where a small slit was. Without even thinking too much about it, she stroked her hand up and rubbed her thumb through it as she freed more of the shaft with the other by pushing the fabric of his boxers down.

“Cassie, suck it.” he mumbled in his sleep. She darted a look at his face and saw his eyes closed while his eyes moved rapidly back and forth under them. “It’s okay for you to do it; we’re both dreaming right now.”

“Adam, I’m not dreaming; you are.” she said softly. He still didn’t wake up.

“I know, but it’s still okay. I promise not to tell your mom. Just suck it for me, please?”

“Adam, I’ve never done it before.” she said gently. “I don’t know how to even begin!”

“Kiss it.” he suggested. “Just give it a little kiss, then open your lips and put the head of it in your mouth and suck on it a little.”

“Adam, it’s got some stuff on it!” she protested. “I don’t want to get any of it in my mouth!”

“I’ve tried it before.” he told her sleepily. “It’s not that bad, honest!”

“You really want me to do this, Adam?” she whispered. “I’m not a bad girl, you know, and I’ve heard talk from the other girls at school that it’s only the bad girls who do that.”

“That’s not true at all!” he told her. “I’ve heard the older boys talking about it too, and yeah, the bad girls DO do it, but not all of the girls who do it are bad! Even some of the good girls do it as well, and the very best ones even swallow all the stuff at the end!” His eyes were moving even more rapidly now. “You’re a good girl, Cassie, I know you are! I’ve been in love with you ever since the first day we me! Remember that day? I do; I remember everything about that day. The sun was shining, even though it had rained a little that morning. You wore a perfume that smelled like flowers, yellow ones.”

“Kenzo.” she said softly.