Innocent Fun

Innocent Fun
By: CelticKnot

Warnings: OC’s, M/F, Kinda-Sorta One-Shot, hot and steamy sex.
Oh, I also kinda bounce around on the perspective without warning, but if you have read Julie Garwood’s work (On the Buchanan’s and MacKenna’s) then you’ll have no problem with it, because she does it randomly, too. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

“So, we still on for our get-drunk-and-play-board games-terribly thing tonight?” Maggie Minicci asked her best friend, Damien Lights, over the phone. She was sitting at her desk at her two-bedroom apartment. They had been talking about getting roaring drunk and playing games and such for over a month and had finally planned early Monday morning, four and a half days ago.
“Yeah, if you aren’t going to go chicken shit on me and decide to back out on me.” Damien teased.
Maggie rolled her eyes and tapped the pen that was in her free hand against the blank notepad in front of her before replying.
“I’m not gonna chicken out, you bitch. I was just making sure YOU weren’t going to go chicken shit on me. Plus, I need to know what to pick up at the store. I don’t exactly have a mini-bar for us to raid.” She said, and wrote down ‘Alcohol’ on one side and ‘Games’ on the other half of the page, then drawing a line in the middle of the page, separating the two into columns.
“Tequila? Beer? Vodka? No, whiskey…hmmm…lots of whiskey.” He said.
“Should I add roofies to the list, too?” She teased and smiled when he became silent, as if contemplating the roofies. She waited for his response by doodling in the lower-left hand corner of the page.
“Maybe. Then I could slip one into your tequila and have my naughty way with you.” He said in a deep voice, and he smiled when she started laughing. He loved the sound of her laugh. He wanted to be with her, more than sex, which he knew would be earth-shattering, but a relationship was what he really wanted.
“Ok, then, big guy, I’m hanging up on you now, so I can go take a shower and go get our goodies. It’s almost five, and Annie told me she would get me a discount on the Jose Cuervo Tequila if I got there by five-thirty.” She said, her voice hinted laughter and just a wee bit of excitement.
Damien smiled. “Think of me in the shower, and don’t masturbate too hard, ok?” He said and laughed when her only reply was a quick “Ohmigod” before she hung up on him. He loved playing with her, oh so much.

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Two hours later, Maggie stumbled back into her apartment, lugging chips, soda, her favorite tequila, and two adult board games, courtesy of her best friend, Annie. Maggie sighed and dropped everything on the counters before helping herself to a warm Coca-Cola. She still had to hit the liquor store on the corner for Jack Daniels, and
She pulled the board games out of the big paper bag Annie had given her and stared at the first one. It read “Naughty Time” in bubble letters, and had a picture of a giant, purple dildo on the front. She promptly burst out laughing, and opened the box, to make sure there really wasn’t a dildo or anything else surprising inside. A stack of cards in one corner was held together by a rubber band and what looked like Monopoly money was held together by a huge paper-clip sitting next to the cards. She picked up the money and noticed the top read “Naughty Money” and dropped it back in the box. She didn’t want to know who Annie played this with. She pulled out another box, in the same shape as a board game box, except there was duct tape holding a piece of paper on it that said, “Fun and ‘entertaining’ sex trivia and surveys. 2 players, ages 18 and up ONLY”. Maggie knew it was Annie’s handwriting, which was the equivalent of chicken scratch, and at the bottom of the page, it said “Courtesy of Annie Whitcomb Inc.”. She rolled her eyes and opened the box to see a three folders: A green one, marked “Kidding Around”, a blue one, marked “Playful”, and a purple one, marked “Beyond Flirting”. Maggie grabbed all three and put them on the counter. She opened the purple folder and saw Annie had written, “Good Luck Tonight, Mags!” on a piece of paper. Maggie stared at it and mumbled, “That woman needs help.” And crumpled the paper, tossing it in the trash. There were some instructions on the top: Do not play this folder unless you are A) Roaring Dunk B) Playing with your significant other or C) Trying to get a certain someone to notice your hints. Have fun!
Maggie sipped her coke and flipped through the questions and decided her and Damien would be playing this folder after the tequila was finished. The favorite fantasy and dare questions looked like fun and there was even a “guy ask girl” questions sheet and vice versa. The rules stated all questions in this particular folder HAD to be answered. No if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.
She nearly fell off the chair when she heard Atreyu’s Demonology and Heartache blare from her pants, signaling Damien was on the other side. She answered the screaming cell phone with a small smile on her face.
“Hello, Darling!” Damien said dramatically. “You pick up the vodka and whiskey yet? Bet not.”
“No, not yet. I uh….was looking through a game Annie let me borrow for tonight.” Maggie said and took a long drink of her soda to soothe her suddenly dry mouth.
“Mmmmmmmmmk, then I’ll pick it up. Smirnoff Ice, or are you going to finally forget that pussy drink?” Damien said, teasing her for the umpteenth time about her favorite drink.
“Bitch, just hurry up. I’m getting bored and wanna get roaring drunk before the Apocalypse.” She threw back at him.
“All right, Ms. Snippy. Hey, if I see any of those glow in the dark condoms your obsessed with, I’ll grab a pack.”
“At the liquor store?”
“Yes, at the liquor store.”
“Oh, Tommy will love that. He’ll want to know why you have my favorite drink on the counter, along side a pack of condoms. Yeah, it’ll be perfect.” Tom was an old family friend, about 6 years older than her, who had played with Maggie when she was a kid and she had called him Tommy even after all these years. He had promised every male her age he’d skin them alive if they ever hurt her, like a loving older brother.
“No, I think he knows about your obsession with condoms.” Damien said as he pulled into the little driveway in front of Bottles’N’Bins, one of the best liquor stores in Monterey. “By the way, I think Mike will hate us for not doing our regular Friday pizza thing.” Damien said, knowing their good friend, Mike, who worked at Gianne’s Pizzaria, would miss them this Friday. Maggie and Damien would go get pizza every Friday, no matter the weather, season, or time. They always went for pizza at Gianne’s and poor Mike would think they went to another pizza joint.
“Pfft, you dolt, I ordered our pizza before I went shopping and Mike told me he wouldn’t make it until one of us got there to pick it up, since I told him you and me were going to get roaring drunk, he told me one of us gets there to pick it up, just to make sure, and I quote, no idiot delivery boy takes forever bringing us our masterpiece. What’s so special about pepperoni, olives and mushrooms?” Maggie said.
“We are the only ones who get a really big one, stuff our faces, and still come back for more.” Damien said as he stepped out his black truck. He walked into Bottles’N’Bins. He waved at the clerk and walked into the back to grab the whiskey.
“You at B and B?”
“Yep.”
“Shit, they don’t have my Smirnoff.” Maggie said like she had just lost her favorite toy.
Damien laughed and told he’d get her a bottle at the store and continued to tease her mercilessly about Smirnoff Ice. She finally hung up on him after a few minutes to his laughter.
Twenty minutes later he was on his way back to Maggie’s apartment on Ramona Ave. She lived in Ideal Apartments, which used to be family owned for awhile, and he heard that a daughter still owned part of it, the part that Maggie lived in. Good ol’ Jack Daniels sat on the backseat with Maggie’s Smirnoff. God, how he hated the stuff. It tasted like 7-Up and a full 32-ounce wouldn’t do a thing to him.

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Maggie had changed from her usual jeans and baggy shirt to her only pair of blue jeans, which Annie told her enhanced her great ass, and her black Stewie shirt. The picture of Stewie and the words “You Imbecile!” stretched across her breasts and she took a few minutes to play with her naturally wavy and slightly curly shoulder blade length auburn hair. She was making faces at herself in the mirror, trying to calm herself down. Damien had turned simple teasing into a fight and she was going to yell at him when he came to the door. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. “Or” She said to her reflection. “I could fuck with him” She smiled and put on a little bit of black eyeliner to make her hazel eyes pop out and show the gold flecks that hid in the depths. She heard the roar of Damien’s truck outside and walked out of the bathroom, her green socks sinking into the carpet as she walked. She wanted to fuck with him, and she was going to. She dug around in her panties drawer, looking for the little present Annie had gotten her last time she hit Victoria’s Secret. She found the little thing and smiled. “Bwa haha” she said as she shut her bedroom door. Damien had a key, so he could let himself in.

*****

Damien unlocked the door and stepped inside Maggie’s apartment, listening for her. He expected an earful as soon as he walked in the door, and instead it was quiet. He saw her in the kitchen, playing with something in the freezer.
“What are you doing?” He asked and laughed when she jumped. She spun around and glared at him and he almost dropped the pizza and booze. Her nipples were straining through the fabric and he could feel an erection coming on.
“I was trying to get my stupid ice maker to work. The fucker stopped working a few minutes ago.” She stretched and smiled at him before she went over to the pizza box and grabbed it. She knew what she was doing, the brat. He watched her purposely sway her hips and she walked away from him. “Damn.” He muttered, and followed her around the little island into the kitchen.
She was laughing her ass off inside. She had seen him staring at her chest and knew he had noticed she had no bra on. There had been nothing wrong with her freezer and had been hoping the cold would do its job. She placed the pizza down and walked over to the huge soda box on the floor. “Soda?” She asked and when she bent down she heard his intake of breath. She stood up with two sodas in her hands and set them on the counter and when she stretched to grab some cups from the cabinet, her pants slightly slid down, and her shirt followed her breasts. When she turned back to him, he was glaring at her.
“What?” Maggie asked as innocently as she could.
“Stop. Don’t play with me.” He said, his voice husky. She shrugged and said, “I’m getting you a soda and you’re saying I’m playing with you. Jeez.” She rolled her eyes and walked over to the freezer to get ice cubes. She could his eyes on her, and knew what she was going to do next. She smiled.
Damien had seen the strap of a thong. He had a hard-on from hell, and knew that if Maggie didn’t stop, he’d take her right here in the kitchen, right on the counter. She was grabbing ice cubes and throwing them in the cups. The cups were only going to be half filled with soda, and he knew exactly what he’d do if she bent over again, just to show off her thong to mess with him. She came back over and filled up her cup, then his. She threw the empty cans into the little green trash can she had just for cans and bottles and bent over again to retrieve two more sodas. She heard a nose and smiled. She turned around and Damien was standing right behind her. She squeaked and jumped. He looked pissed.


Damien had gotten up the minute she had turned around. He grabbed the two soda cans and set them down beside him on the counter. She backed up and her feet hit the soda box. He leaned in next to her ear and bit it. She gasped and her hands flew to his shoulders. He grabbed her bottom in one hand and pushed their hips together. She gasped in his ear, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.
“Didn’t I saw don’t mess with me?” He whispered in her ear and ground against her. She let out a whimper. He knew he wasn’t hurting her…she liked it.
“Damien” She whispered. “I-“
“You knew what you were doing…now it’s my turn.” He wrapped one arm around her to hold her, and moved the one on her lovely ass into her pants. She stiffened. “Spread them.” He ordered.
“Damien, I was just-“ “Playing, I know. Now I want to play.” He said and bit her neck.
She bit her lip and stifled a moan. She had only meant to fuck with him, and now he was…well, he was acting out a fantasy of hers. She slightly spread her legs.
Damien rubbed his middle finger back and forth over her entrance and lips. He moved to the little pearl and started rubbing. She let out a little moan and sagged against him. They went to their knees, and he switched hands quickly, this time going down the front of her pants. He rubbed her clit harder and she clutched the front of his shirt with both hands, panting and moaning softly. He sunk a his middle finger into her, and she moaned loudly against his shirt, his name on her lips. He growled and pumped his finger in and out of her.
“Are you close?” He whispered and when she nodded and pulled his finger out.
“Don’t stop, please.” She said against his shirt. He chuckled and whispered, “You have to moan my name when you come.”
“I will.” She said quickly. He thrust two fingers into her, and she moved her fingers up into his hair, gripping the black silkyness in her hands. She looked up at him when he started going slow.

“Faster.” She whispered. He kept going slow and she wanted it come to badly. No, she needed to come. “Please, I need to come.” She whispered. His dark eyes held hers and she wanted to kiss him so bad. She pushed her soft lips against his and he took control, pumping his finger fast, and moving his mouth against hers while their tongues fought for dominance. She pulled away, gasping, “More, more.” He thrust another finger in and she moaned against his lips. “Damien, uh, yes, Damien.” She moaned as her hips rocked against his hand as she came. “Ahh, don’t stop, please, oh god, don’t stop. Damien!” She buried her head into his shoulder and moaned loudly, her breath catching as he continued pumping. She moaned his name over and over, never coming off the waves, the sensations growing more and more. She gripped his hair and her breath caught as he bit her neck. Hard.

“Damn.” He growled against her throat as she squeezed his fingers. He could imagine what that would feel like on his cock. “I need you now.” He unzipped his pants, and he picked her up. He dropped her on the couch and dropped his pants, his erection popping free. He yanked off her pants and thong, then settled over her, wrapping his arms around her. He nudged her leg off the couch and thrust in. He groaned when he slid in. She was so tight and warm. He captured Maggie’s lips with his own and the tongue war began. He thrust in and out, capturing every moan.
She was in pure heaven. Damien filled her completely and could barely breathe from his kisses and the pleasure. She was on Cloud bajillion. Nothing and no one had ever felt so good and perfect. Her hands were in his hair, gripping tightly, but not tight enough to hurt, and he was kissing her senseless. She never knew that someone she had known for twelve years could make her feel like this. Total bliss, totally filled, completely in love. Her heart was skipping from lack of oxygen but was also singing. She gasped and her hips bucked against his as she gasped, close to another orgasm. He growled against her lips and his thrusts became harder and faster.
“Oh god, Damien. More, more.” She gasped, the coil becoming tighter and tighter. She closed her eyes as they rolled to the back of her head.
“Damien!” She gasped and came, the waves of pleasure went over her, like the waves of the ocean went over the sand. Her hands had traveled to his back, where she raked her nails down. He growled and held her against him, her moans vibrating through both their cores. She couldn’t breathe, and was gasping, trying to get air into her screaming lungs as she moaned loudly, nearly screaming as she came hard. “Oh…my…god.” She moaned, slowly coming back to earth, the coil tightening even more. He growled and whispered, “Come for me, Maggie.” And she did. Harder this time. Her vision blurred, her lungs screamed and only a small gasp escaped her throat. Her hips bucked and squeezed him. He loved hearing his name as she came, loved hearing her moans, and knew he wanted to hear more. His orgasm was coming fast and he wanted more of her. All of her. He bit her neck, her most sensitive and best area to attack to make her come again. “Damien!” She cried as she was thrown back into another earth shattering orgasm. All of her senses were gone, the only thing she could feel was him, thrusting in and out, over and over, making her come so hard and fast. She raked her nails down his back hard, getting in gulps of air before a wave crashed on her again. She barely heard him growl, signaling her he was on the brink. She gasped out, “Come for me, Damien.” He obliged quickly. His thrusts were fast and furious, and he thrust in extra hard and came, rocking his hips against hers as he filled her with his seed. She rode the last of her waves with him. “Maggie.” He whispered in her ear as he spilled the rest of his seed in her.
They both lay gasping afterwards, his arms still holding her.
“God damn.” He whispered. She barely managed a grunt. “Tired?”
She looked at him, hoping she didn’t have to talk. His head was level with hers, his breath tickling her cheek. “Duh.” She managed and her head fell back onto the couch cushion. She was panting, still trying to catch her breath.
“Hey, Maggie.”
“Huh?”
“You just about killed me.” He whispered. He was still inside her, and could barely move, he was so tired and spent.
“Ditto.” She breathed out, too tired to do anything. She peeked over at Damien, and found him already asleep. She shifted towards him, onto her side so she was facing him and snuggled up against him. His arms tightened around hers, and he breathed, “Mine.” Her eyes filled with happy tears as she fell asleep in her best friend’s and now lover’s arms.

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WOW that was hot. Tell me what you think, I hope I made SOMEONE out there horny. Damn. I might continue on with this, stretch it out, maybe not. Depends on the reviews.

Also, interesting tid-bit. I’ve been to the pizza place that is featured here in this story, and yes, their pizza is TO DIE FOR. The apartment’s in this story is also a real place, and I used to live there myself when I was younger. It is true, too. My grandpa used to own the apartments, and after he and my grandmother passed on, my mom was going to sell them, and my aunt bought a section of the apartments. She doesn’t own the section our friend Maggie lives in, but still. Also, I love Monterey. Go there sometime. ^-^ The wharf has the best damn clam chowder EVER!!

Love to all,
CelticKnot