1 comments/ 17023 views/ 8 favorites Good Guys Can Win Ch. 01 By: Leftahead NEWLY EDITED -This is a work of fiction. The characters within are at least 18 years old, and have no connection to real people. The action is slow to build, and this chapter does not include actual intercourse. There is a good bit of playing though. Thanks to editors Mistress Sam and The Seeker for your input and fantastic suggestions! Please let me know what you think, and if you have ideas on where future installments should go. I have the next 3 chapters mapped-out, but I'm open to suggestion, and possibly even parallel story lines that go in a different direction. Please do enjoy! * There's something very different about Candice. That difference isn't easy to describe, probably because it's a symptom of some significant mental or emotional issue that she doesn't want to discover. This one thing has turned into something fun for her to play with, and learn about. She's a woman who appreciates the sexual drives and desires of men, and very much appreciates the joy that her sexuality can bring to them. More specifically, as she's recently learned, she feels extremely gratified when in a position to bring out the sexuality in a deserving somebody. It feels like she's bringing something positive and beneficial to someone in need, and to the larger world to some degree. She doesn't feel like a slut, although that would be a common description for some of her activities. She feel more like an enlightened and enthusiastic sexual explorer than a "user". Onto some fun stuff.... Candice is 28 and trying like hell to make an actual living with her degree. Fitness is important, but not any kind of obsession, as fun food and fruity craft beers are also important. She very much enjoys sex, and put those vibes out there pretty frequently, so she's an active dater. She's a proud "average" size 12, which isn't bad for 5'8". Her figure lets her jiggle away, up top and behind, if she dresses a certain way and feels like getting attention. Candice didn't realize she was about to start a completely unexpected adventure until her doorbell rang one day. Calling were two late teenage boys with a clip board and a few yard tools at their feet. This was perfect! She'd seen them around and was meaning to ask about occasional yard service. She doesn't mind doing the mowing and trimming for the most part, but more frequently than not, it just didn't fit into her schedule. Besides, it's good to support young entrepreneurs...right? Like her, these guys seemed just about average physically: one was about her height and the other slightly shorter. Both dressed for yard work, and nothing else really noticeable. They weren't overly slick with their sales pitch, or stammering about either; just right in the middle. Candice was dressed for a calm and casual day of rummaging through her basement: older sweatshirt cut into short sleeves and knee-length jean shorts. They spoke for a few about her needs, as she wasn't interested in the set weekly appointment. More like an "I'll call when I need you" thing. The one with the clipboard didn't seem to like the idea, and he mentioned their difficulty keeping the schedule straight as is. She offered to be flexible with their schedule and pay a bit extra for the consideration. That got her a quick and firm handshake, which of course caused some braless jiggle in her shirt, and a couple of quick and awkward glances. She knew that pushing the issue, flirting and jiggling with a purpose, she probably could've had her way with this deal; maybe even gotten a discount. That's not her thing though, using feminine powers pointedly against others. She might do that occasionally for certain reasons, but she prides herself in NOT going down that road very often. VISIT 1 Candice got a text that the first lawn visit was a "go", so she planned to hang around and make sure they were on the same page with expectations. The guys were professionally early, open to whatever preferences she had, and quick to get started. At some point they took a seat under a tree at the side of the house for a break. Down in the basement Candice could hear them talking pretty clearly if she moved near the small upper window. She wasn't trying to listen, not really, until she heard something about tits. That got her attention stuck to the window. They were quietly going on about a party, and some "tits" that must have been there. Apparently one of them has a thing for this one girl, her body is ridiculous, and it's driving him crazy. Guy 1- "...cares. Fuck that guy! What an asshole..." Guy 2- "Lifestyles of the rich and popular. Just forget her, dude. Hey, my art class has four or five decent chicks in it. Come by man, we can try talking with whoever is around after class. Ms. Roland couldn't care less." Guy 1- "But dat ASS!! She's so stacked back there.....just saying. Man, I would never mistreat her. I would even do like random poems and stuff. (Sharply exhaling) If only she knew what I was thinking, but how do you say all of that without sounding crazy. All Dude is gonna do is blow his wad and work his way out the door. Lucky shit head!" Guy 2- "This chick today is pretty fuckin' cute. You should take your shirt off or something. It might be her fantasy to watch you get sweaty in the yard. Hey; then I'll watch from the window while she seduces you. Guy 1- "That no-bra thing the other day was pretty cool. How about taking your fuckin shirt off. My dick has other women on his mind. It's YOU, my man, who needs to get in the game." Guy 2- "I probably would take mine off if not for these furry man-boobs. I 'm thinking about getting back into tutoring or something. I should be able to slowly grow on some college chick. Math makes people desperate. God forbid they ace a test; then I'm a God." Guy 1- "Good luck with the slow road. One day you'll have a good story for me...two fuckin' years from now. Vamanos!" They gathered some things and headed back to the equipment around back. "Wow, my braless tits are pretty cool, huh? Most likely any braless woman is pretty cool, probably even a lunch lady, but it still felt great to hear!" Candice thought. She gave "the ladies" a slow squeeze. Followed by a little tweak of each nipple...they earned it. She already decided not to wear a bra next time for good measure. That exchange got her going a little, and she decided to play with herself a little later. At this point she knew that one guy was probably obsessed with some "hot chick", who's dating an asshole, and the other guy hates his man-boobs but needs to get in the game. She didn't see any man boobs on either of them; they're both pretty darn skinny. Candice decided she liked these guys so far. They reminded her of some "loser" friends from high school. One in particular was a really nice and fun guy. He happened to be painfully awkward around women, and was also completely obsessed with a hot girl. He missed out on so much decent action because he wasn't looking at the girls standing right next to him. She knew for a fact that he kicks himself in the balls for those missed opportunities, including Candice herself, to this day. The guys wrapped-up the work quickly, and even cleaned the clippings from all the walkways, which Candice expected to do herself. Again, these seemed like good guys, which she very much appreciates as she gets older. Young ladies don't often connect those dots, which must suck pretty badly for willing and able "nice guys". She decided to find out if these guys would enjoy having a bit of fun. She wasn't exactly sure just what kind of fun yet, but she sure started picturing things. Candice often thought she had more "man" in her head than "woman". She wanted to stroke and suck a flaccid penis till it grew to full size, stick her naked ass up in the air, feel her boobs bouncing away, lightly press her pussy down on one of their faces as they lay on her bed, finger herself in front of them.....all kinds of fun things! Visit 2 Wouldn't you know it, she needed them to come back exactly a week later, which was contrary to the previous request. This time she wore very tight jeans, to see what glances may come, but a pretty standard girl-cut T shirt. Candice walked them back one more time to restate the preferences. Completely unnecessary, but she was hoping for glances. Most women have a normal "getting from point A to B" kind of walk, and another kind of walk where their curves will be nicely highlighted. Women can walk to make their breasts bounce or make asses swing hypnotically. She put a touch of emphasis on her hips, about 80 percent of the full show, and caught some good glances. Candice might feel like a tease if she wasn't planning to put it all out there before long. She just wanted to test the water a little. The last thing she'd want to be is the half-drunk "cougar" that wouldn't leave them alone, while they daydream of Miley Cyrus. Certainly 28 isn't cougar territory, but who knows what these guys were really thinking? Next on the list, Candice decided to fold laundry in the dining room, which is close to a big back window. If she could get someone's attention by moving around in the room, maybe she could whip-off one shirt and quickly put on another without looking to obvious. She'd have a bra on, so it wouldn't change their lives or anything. She really wanted to get them to look in the windows more often, to open up my options. Sure enough, Mark was mowing in such a way that he would be walking a good 20 feet toward that window for the next several rows. Her clean clothes were already piled on the table, and she made a little show of folding. Candice faced the TV in the other room, turning her side to him, and picked a shirt to change into. A spark in her belly signally "go time" so she quickly pulled her shirt off, focused her eyes on a pretend stain on the newly removed shirt collar, scratched it and threw it aside. She was in one of her showier bras (on purpose of course) so she felt good about taking a few seconds finding a replacement shirt. It was a "too small" bra, which most ladies keep one of two around, in case they want to mash the ladies together for quick attention. So her boobs spilling out of the top, jiggling as expected. Then she found and quickly wiggled into a similar shirt. She didn't want to let on that this was on purpose, so she purposefully did NOT look to see if anyone was watching. Worst case, she'd try again later. Now she just had to see if anything changed outside with the guys. Mark, pretty damn ecstatic, but trying hard to look natural, mowed another whole row. He then released the bar and bent to twist-off the gas cap. Afterward, he replaced the cap and started walking toward Tom whispering "Holy shit! HOLY shit!" Tom looked a little confusedly at Mark. "Ahhhh, did you break something? What?" Mark: (taking a deep breath) "Ha- no! It's a good day, man. .... Just one of those good, enjoyable days!" Tom: Ohh, I get it.....you're an idiot. Great, see ya! (Starting to walk away) Mark: Hold on man. I got some news for ya. Shit just got real! Tom: I knew it...fuck! What happened to the mower? Mark: I said GOOD DAY, man. Walk to the shed with me, and act normal. (walking toward a shaded area near a small shed) Ok, you stand facing the house, and I'll talk. DUDE; I just saw chick rip her top off! Then mess around with her laundry in just a bra. It was pretty awesome. (nodding with this eyes closed, with a big smile) Tom: Yeah...sounds good, man. Mark was continued nodding with a weird look on his face Tom: Seriously- Holy Crap! Oh man....just now! WHERE...you serious?! Mark: (loudly whispering) Fuck yes, and it was awesome. She has a great rack! I'm mowing down the row behind me, and notice her doing laundry through the window. Then two rows later, of course I'm looking now, and she rips off her shirt, messes with it for a while and puts on another. Pretty big tits, man! Lots of good jiggly cleavage! Tom: Oh my god! Did she see you.... should we get outta here?! Mark: No, no. She never looked near me. I just kept on keeping on with the mowing. Had to adjust the old trousers, though. Fuck me that was fan-fucking-tastic! Stop looking at the window! Tom: My bad; Ok. Back to work I guess. I need to hear more later on. Mark: Yessah- Good fuckin' day! Candice was watching that exchange pretty intently, and he MUST have seen. The other guy, Tom she thought, stared pretty hard at the window in question, before quickly turning away. The one who saw, Mark, looked pretty jazzed. Candice was having fun and getting herself worked up. "What to do next?" She thought She decided to calm things down till the next visit. She'd like them to be excited about returning, and for them to notice and appreciate any bones she threw out there. She wondered how many women would put themselves out there like this. Hopefully a lot. When they were done Candice came out, and thanked them with the new shirt on, trying to gauge reactions. She was wearing Brazilian-cut brief undies, which are somewhere between a regular brief and a thong, adding a very alluring touch of panty line to the tight jeans package. She feels that it adds to the mental undressing process, and that's exactly where she wanted their minds....slowly pulling those jeans down over her ass, watching these little panties appear. A friend of hers in college mentioned that he loved seeing panty lines, once when he was drunk and happy, so she liked to work them in in now and then. Of course there was a good bit more staring as she looked around. Neither was capable of much conversation, although Mark did make solid eye contact. Tom, though, seemed a little out of it. She loved where this was going. With some patience, and a few mutual orgasms, she'd help Mark get over his unrequited crush and maybe help Tom calmly and casually approach women in no time! She led them from the back to the edge of the front yard, allowing more than ample time for ogling. "See you guys soon!" Candice said "Yeah, just call when you need another...just give me a call." Said Mark Visit 3 It was 3 weeks later now, and she decided to let things simmer a little. Lots of clumsy disguised looking into the windows this time. No matter how many times she saw it, it made her tingle everywhere. They were basically stalking each other through the windows. She was again in jeans and a t-shirt. Candice decided to skip the BS and just put an offer out on the table. She definitely appreciated drawing things out, savoring each new thing, and pushing each other, mutually, to one brink or another. BUT, she wasn't trying to get into a normal sexual relationship. She was hoping more for quickly beneficial, mentor-mentee type of thing. She did want both of them to suck on her tits at the same time, but she was also going to push them to find more appropriate girls to hit on and date. During a quick break in their work, she asked the guys if they'd like to come in for some water. They thanked her and followed behind, allowing her to work in that attention-getting walk. She poured a few glasses and set them on the counter. Right after the first sip, she decided to come right out with it. She explained "accidentally" overheard them talking about girls, and how they reminded her of guys she knew in school. They looked at each other a few times, and she had to ask Mark to stop for a second, when he started to interject. "Look, you guys seem really nice, and I'd like to get ....." "What do ...." She stammered "I'd like to help you guys out, sexually, if you're interested." They looked like they might run out the door, or pass out! It could go either way. "I'm not crazy, or desperate or anything. You guys just strike me as nice and respectful, and very full of hormones and desires. I'm also nice, respectful, and full of sexy thoughts. I also happen to know what it's like for a quiet and nice guy to get WAY less play than they want, than they deserve. I also know how shitty it is to get out of your way, sexually, for a guy only to find out he's married or still dating several other girls without telling you. That sucks!" she explained Something tells me that we can have fun a bunch of together, and everyone can walk away happy! Now...I don't know what 'fun' means to either of you, but we can talk about that now if you want." She continued Nothing silence from them at this point. "Here you go...to show I'm serious." Candice decided to go for it, and take her shirt off, leaving her in a thin bra and jeans. This bra had no padding or underwire, which meant LOTS of movement, increased visibility, and easy access. They both said "Holy shit!" "I'm pretty sure Mark saw me like this earlier. So I figured why not let you see also, Tom." She said "Yeah, why not?" Tom said, looking very serious and focused on her chest. "What do you guys think? These are pretty decent boobs, right? Sure, they could be bigger or perkier, but they could also be flatter, or smaller, or not as full, so I'm happy!" she added with a smile "Yeah, you have great tits. No doubt." Said Mark "It's true...thank you? I mean, thanks for showing us." followed Tom, nodding. "Ha, You're welcome. It's fun showing them to you. I'd like to show more, but; I just need to know that we're in this together. I mean; I want to see stuff too." "Uhhhh, yeah. Well, I'm not sure I want to whip anything out with another guy here. I mean, I get it; I just don't know..." Tom was interrupted by Mark. "Tom; she wants to show us more, too. You see those tits. Let's be reasonable! Don't forget, no one is gay here, so there's no danger in showing her our...stuff. She's the one with the nice boobs, and she's asking to see something, so we need to play along." Mark said, then paused, desperately thinking. She decided to push a little and squeeze her breasts together. Then, with one hand on each, she bounced them around a little, alternating bouncing one up and then the other. The thin cloth bra easily allowed the movement, and couldn't hide her nipples. "How about we don't look....or...maybe we can go to different rooms?" he continued "Look, let's get this outta the way. I just want to see your stuff real quick, then we can talk about whatever "more" can be. Is that cool?" she said They both nodded. "Just look at my chest and whip them out. I know you've been working, so I don't care about dirt or sweat. That'll probably make it better for me, actually." Mark was more determined to see where this would lead, so he was the first to unveil. Unzipping and reaching in. He decided to coax a little extra length by milking himself with a couple of quick pulls. He then unbuttoned his jeans, and reaching back in, fished the length out of the opening in his boxers. The head caught on the boxer material, causing it to bend against the hand pulling it out, which caused skin to pull tightly. It felt nice, and looked impressive, so he released the tension and redid the same action again. The veins bulged with the added pressure and the shaft grew fatter from the stimulation. He looked up and saw Candice staring with a shocked look on her face. Candice took a second to take it in, stepping closer. "Wow, that was really sexy." she declared, then clearing her throat. "Do you mind if I touch little? Trust me, unless something crazy happens, you'll get to touch a LOT, very soon." "Holy shit" he muttered. "Ahhhh, feel free! I may; um. I may finish, if you do." Smirking, his eyes darting around the room. "Well, that wouldn't be a first, and would also make me super horny! Seriously, if I made you finish that quickly, I'd float on air for the rest of the day. So, don't feel bad." Candice knew a large part of the sexual equation for a man is confidence, and she was willing to dish out honest compliments all day long if it meant these guys would benefit, and her in turn, from feeling relaxed and assured. Good Guys Can Win Ch. 02 Several annoying typos have been fixed; which should've happened much a sooner. This is a continuation of the Good Guys Can Win, which follows the adventures of Candice, Mark, and Tom. Again, this is a complete work of fiction, and all characters herein are at least 18 years of age. Special thanks to The Seeker and Madam Sam for editing and general input; much appreciated! Similar to the last installment, the action is slow to build. Please leave comments, suggestions, and a score or vote if you're so inclined. Visit #4 It was a warm day several weeks later, when the guys are scheduled to return. Candice mowed the yard once by herself, which is required to maintain the budget. She also wanted to wait to let things sit for a while, so the guys could hopefully figure out where they stand with what went on the last visit, and if or how they'd like to continue. She hoped they were ok with playing in front of each other, and will continue to go down that road. Not that she's trying to get them to cross any lines in sexuality, although that wouldn't be awful. Candice does, however, prefer to keep the group together so they can keep it fun and informal, maybe a little less personal, and avoid the typical complications of relationships. This is obviously a fine line, but her intentions are relatively pure, and she's an optimist. So, bring it ON! The guys show up about fifteen minutes early, which is a fantastic sign. They'd done some texting a few days ago to nail-down the date and time for this visit. However, it was all too brief and focused to get any kind of read on their state. She half-expected them to bail out, or for only one of them to show up. Seeing both Mark and Tom, earlier than expected, was a quick thrill for Candice. Mark is in a sleeveless T this time, which she considered a nice touch. She met them near the truck, in jeans and a T again. Candice walked them to the back, throwing her hips around much more than necessary, and spoke briefly about some recent thoughts she had on the border between her yard and the neighbors. Turning to walk away, she looked back and offered that they feel free to come inside after finishing up, for this month's check and a quick drink. "The back door would be open, so just yell for me and make yourselves comfortable." She offered. It seemed safe to assume that they'd be looking in the windows occasionally, from here on out. Therefore, to bring the heat back up a little, she decided to ditch the jeans and walk around for a while in the T and panties. Candice had found a particular kind of undies that she's very fond of at the moment. They look relatively normal but leave a lot of both cheeks exposed. She didn't hesitate to make eye contact with both of the of the guys several times; just smiling away as if she were dressed normally, and kept going about some minor straightening. She can't believe she's doing this. Really, she can't believe she's still comfortable enough with them to keep going. "The sexual potential in the air feels incredible!" She thought Side note: a few days ago, Candice looked at one of those Hip Hop girly-magazines, The King, or something. She was half-drunk in line at a convenience store, and the rack was right next to her, so she peeked. On the cover was a woman in a thong, and this chick's ass was absolutely humonstrous! Not way-too-big or anything, but pretty darn huge. It was a marvel, to say the least. So, as she's does every now and then, she yelped loudly and picked the magazine up to have a look-see. This thing was like its own celebrity! It was the focus of the whole spread, with her pretty face and smallish breasts looming in the background. Candice made mental note of the poses on several pages, as "the ass" was emphasized in some very creative ways. "Men and their primal compulsions are beyond fascinating." She thought Candice figured if that if she were flat back there she could easily be saddened and frustrated by recent pop-trends, but as it turns out, she happens to appreciate her ass. After practicing a few of those magazine poses, she worked a few in while screwing around with a guy she was seeing. He seemed very happy. As it turns out, Candice has got quite a bit going on back there, compared to many women. She get comments now and then, and they make her feel good for the most part. Right before the guys were scheduled to come back, she bought a very short skirt and decided to put it on. It's got the loose ruffled-thing going on, instead of being tight, which is more comfortable and much easier to play around in. This thing can go from PG-13 to X-rated at a moment's notice! She'd just have to walk or bend in a few different ways. "THIS is exactly why I love being a woman!" Candice thought She could wear this to any mall in the world, and without really breaking any social rules, can give people a very intimate show. Hey, they can enjoy or turn away, it's up to them. So many women don't appreciate that both men and women would probably take a quick peek, and enjoy the accompanying quickened pulse. Candice identifies with that idea, however, and she likes to participate on both ends of that transaction relatively often. To her, there's nothing wrong with going out there and spreading the peace and love. Candice is wearing that skirt, sorting laundry in her room, when she hears Tom's voice. "Hey, Candice?! We're coming into the kitchen and I'm going to hit the John." "Cool, I'll be out in a sec! Feel free to check out the fridge." On the way down the hall, she reminded herself that she needed to appear very happy and at ease with what had happened so far. She is, indeed, very pleased with everything so it wouldn't be faking; it just had to be immediately recognizable to these two. Mark was seated at the small, 4 seat table in the eating nook, drinking a glass of water. "Hey man! Thanks again for working with my scheduling requests. It probably seems weird, but I like getting out there and mowing and whacking everything myself, whenever I can." Candice explained Mark chuckled "Hmmm, I guess I whack a lot of things around here. But, of course I was....you know what I'm saying. I'm not some spoiled chick who never touches the yard, that's all." I said He nodded, not really trying to hide staring at her skirt as she got herself some water. Tom emerged into the hall from the bathroom, wiping his hands on his pants, and telling me that there was no towel. "Gotcha, it happens to be laundry day. Which, by chance, is a big reason I need lawn help." she answered, going on to explain that this line of thinking may be the reason she finds herself getting very horny when preparing laundry; that their visit a few weeks ago was alive and well in Candice's memory. "You guys got me into some kind of Pavlovian conditioned state of horny!" Candice closed her eyes and shook her head, embarrassed by admitting that so openly. "Ha! I've been thinking a lot...well we've been talking about that too." Tom quickly chimed in. He looked nervous but also excited. He reached down and rubbed his crotch, subconsciously perhaps. He noticed her looking and stopped quickly. Mark agreed, and explained that they were very happy and wanted to continue things. "We're not sure how to exactly...what do you think you....both of us being involved is sorta odd, but we're willing to deal with it." Mark added. "...to a point!" Candice nodded and smiled. A part of her wanted to push the point he mentioned, but none of this can be rushed. "How about this; what do you guys have planned for the rest of the day?" she asked "Well; we thought something might come up over here, so our day is free!" Tom answered with a huge dorky smile. Mark looked at him, shook his head at Tom's obvious eagerness, and quietly laughed. Candice smiled widely too. "That's awesome! I'm really happy to hear that....thanks." She then paused. "Ok, what if we just chill-out here? Rent a movie, order a pizza, whatever. Maybe screw around later? I don't know." she rambled a bit. They both nodded and smiled. "I have some girly alcohol in the fridge...uhh some bottles of spiked tea and lemonade. You guys want one?" They both said "yeah" in unison. "Great! I'll be right back. Head on over to..." she said when Mark interrupted. "Hey, uh, sorry. Would you be willing to take your bra off? That happens to be a huge thing for me. You know, a woman walking around with no bra." He looked nervously at my chest. "Yes, I can. See, that's small and really fun! I would love to." She started pulling the straps down with one hand while pulling the other elbow into the short shirt sleeve. "Thanks for not blurting out that you want to suck on them, or something! Please know that I probably want both of you to suck on my tits, maybe even at the same time, but I want to make sure we take small, sexy steps. The gradual progression to comfort is vital, I don't know, probably 95% of the time. The other 5%, well....hopefully you'll just have to pick up on it. You'll probably know when it's just time to stop everything and fuck! Your instincts should let you know when you get to that point, which is NOT now. Not yet." "That makes sense." Mark nodded. Tom looked like a scientist making observations and detailed mental notes. She finished snaking her bra through my shirt and tossed it to Tom. He was jolted from his thoughts, and caught it against his chest. The bra became his new focus, and he looked at it VERY intently. "Hopefully, we can all just relax and have fun! I'd love for this to be a judgment free, environment that's comfortable for everyone. I have an inkling how much you both think about sex, and bodies, kissing, oral sex, sixty-nining, condoms, blow jobs, and uhhhh cup sizes." Candice noticed Tom was inspecting the tag on her bra. She definitely had their attention though. "You think about those things a lot, and so do I. A lot of women do, but unlike me, it seems like most of them feel dirty and ashamed of it, or they're fucked--up and use sex mainly as a tool. Now look, I MAY do that every now and then, but more often I just want to revel in shared enjoyment, and when I feel confident that I'm not being played, or videotaped (I glared at both of them and lingered there for a few seconds to silently let them know how I felt about phones and cameras) I want to sit and enjoy it!" With that, she pulled her shirt tight, smashing her breasts against the material, and highlighted the pointed nipples. All three looked for a few seconds. She then bounced up and down on her toes, letting a gentle wobble develop in her shirt and then shook them from side to side. Tom was very surprised that a woman was so willing to sexualize herself. He knew that it wasn't uncommon to meet an unattractive woman who'd really put herself out there like this, but Candice was at least a 7 on his "1 to 10 Scale" and it seems like she even dates a lot. If he didn't experience what he did the last time they were over her house, and the two friends dissect the hell out of each recounted detail, he might think she was some kind of hallucination. Candice went to the kitchen and grabbed a few "Hard Core" Lemonade bottles from the fridge and start the deliberately slow, bounce inducing, walk back to the living room. The guys were very generous with their attention, and visible appreciation. Both of them openly starring and smiling; Mark may have actually be erect already. The guys were standing together at the entrance of the living room as Candice sauntered back from the kitchen. They didn't move, only watched as she came towards then, setting the bottles down on a small table next to an older recliner. She was extremely smooth from one movement to the next, seeming very comfortable, which made the guys that much more comfortable in turn. Somehow the room was calm yet fully electrified at the same time! Deep in these thoughts, Tom's penis asserted itself. It demanded something; to be fucked, sucked, freed, or at least rubbed. He did the latter, boldly on the outside of his tight khakis instead of through his pocket. He was a little concerned about how this may come across to the rest, but more so he wanted it clear that he was very much enjoying this environment. He was gaining confidence by the minute. Everything was making him very horny, comfortable, and happy, and he hoped Mark was also heading that way. If one of them were losing steam, the whole thing could crash before really getting off the ground. Tutoring his way into some decent-looking-chicks pants sounded like a dead-end road, all of a sudden. Candice noticed Tom's bold rubbing and wanted to show appreciation. She reached a hand out and joined Tom's at his crotch. She squeezed both his large hand and the equally large shaft he was holding. They both moaned, while Candice stared into his eyes with a slightly open-mouthed-smile. Candice could feel the fluids rushing to his quickly thickening penis, as he squeezed the lower part and she moved to the head. If not for the load Tom coaxed-out before meeting up with Mark, he would have a good wet-spot growing on his pants. It just so happened that this was as turned-on as he had even been, and he was thrilled that he had decided to clear the pipes ahead of time. "Holy shit! Who the hell" He paused, desperately thinking. "Where did you come from?! You must be a super advanced species of woman!" Said Mark Tom laughed though his eyes were glued to Candice's face; her mouth and smile. She had a front tooth that stuck out a little from the others, a little higher in its placement. Tom noticed it almost right away and thought it was one of her sexiest features. Mark also noticed and it was later discussed by the two of them. They decided her smile looked like Patricia Arquette in "True Romance", which happened to be Tom's favorite movie. Mark wanted to progress things himself and decided to be bold, reaching slightly under her loose miniskirt. He stopped before getting a handful and asked "May I?" Breathing deeply, Candice nodded. Mark reached in further and somewhat crudely attached his left hand to her right cheek. The edge of her snug waist band dug into her skin a little above her ass, and below that her cheeks darted outward into two wonderful globes. She was warm, smooth, and an exhilarating mix of soft and firm. He made a mental note to ask her to wear a thong sometime soon. He might actually buy her several that caught his attention in the store the other day. Candice took Mark's other hand, which was rubbing his crotch, and brought it up to her right breast. He was slightly startled by her touch, but recovered and began squeezing the soft flesh very enthusiastically, and pinching the large and hard nipple through the t-shirt. "Ohhh, try to ignore the nipple to some degree. I mean, squeeze my breast, but focus on just the boob itself for a few seconds, then brush over the nipple, really briefly, and go back to just the breast. If you delicately tease her nipple, while squeezing and kissing the other parts of her breast, she'll jump on top of you and shove her nipple into your mouth." Candice explained while also breathing raggedly, enjoying the moment. "Then you're a foreplay hero." she added. Mark nodded and tried his best to comply. He gradually moved his hand underneath her shirt and cupped and squeezed her tit, avoiding the nipple. The weight was more than thought it would be. He then quickly pushed her tit upward several times, causing a rhythmic bounce, which was like a beacon, and he had to remind himself to move to the other parts she mentioned. While still stroking and squeezing her ass cheeks, he moved up to caress the side and top of her breast. Before settling at the top, his thumb brushed over the nipple and then back for a slight pinch. Candice's eyes rolled and her hand joined his, helping him pinch the nipple harder to her satisfaction. "Or she'll just swoon and pinch her nipple along with you. Either way, you look like a sexual genius. Too many guys must think that immediate and prolonged nipple play will make a girl cum. Just like the all-important-button-down below, a nipple needs to be slowly brought into the fold, and then pounced-on as the night progresses! Not right away in the beginning." After a few seconds of squeezing her ass and tits, Mark's throat was well beyond dry and he tried to clear his throat. He badly needed a drink and decided to break away and walk over to the table for his lemonade. "Holy hell, this is crazy! You're pretty damn incredible, let me tell you. If you asked us to kill your neighbor or something, I'd have to consider it at this point. That sucks for the neighbors, but that shit is TRUE!" Tom stated as he pulled away and straightened himself out. "Oh my god- The neighbors are fine, so you can relax!" she laughed "I actually caught the wife walking around topless once, which was pretty cool. I've tried returning the favor for them, but I don't think they've noticed. Candice was going to suggest they close the blinds, but reconsidered. "Hey would you all mind if I leave the blinds partially open? It's a little extra fun if the neighbors happen to see; whatever it is we end up doing." She concluded, and both guys nodded. "Hey, how about we put on a movie? Let's calm down a bit and play some more later on." The guys nodded, while glancing at each other. In the end, they were both still coming to terms with the idea of playing with Candice so close to one another. It wasn't an optimal situation for either, which they discussed earlier, but this chick was SO far from anyone they'd met so far, that they decided to go with her flow. Candice pressed Play on her DVD and Boiler Room took over the TV. It was about 30 minutes into the movie itself. The guys were familiar enough with the movie, and neither minded getting into it. Candice offered that they sit on either or the recliner or the couch, and she would lie on the floor. Getting as comfortable as they could with raging hard-ons and drinks in hand, the guys watched intently and Candice crawled on her hands and knees to get the remote control and drink from a side table. Noticing where the guys were both looking, she stopped and looked down into the collar of her shirt. Her breasts hung down, the t-shirt hanging a few inches lower than them, exposing both nipples. Her breasts gently swung side to side with each movement. They all watched, with a significant amount of fascination, as she recreated the motion. "It's weird, but I can appreciate how awesome that is. I once watched a girlfriend of mine pack a suitcase for about 15 minutes, without letting-on that I could see her breasts when she bent over to arrange things. It was early in the morning, she just woke up, and there was just so much movement going on that I was a little shocked; and sort of hypnotized. She was a new friend of mine, who asked to sleep over because I was her ride to the airport. She started rearranging her clothes to make room for a couple of things I was loaning her. I went to the kitchen to make coffee, and when I came back her bag was on my bed almost completely unpacked. She was standing bent over, examining her stuff. I sat on the bed, and happened to look up to see the material of her shirt pull away from her hanging boobs, exposing her nipples! I was shocked, and my voice caught in my throat. Then a second later, she stood back up and the "show" was over. No harm done, I guess, so no need for me to say anything. As it turns out she bent over many more times, and I just started watching her boobs jiggle and swing around. Her nipples were much larger than mine, and light pink, whereas mine are darker. I don't know why but I just wanted to enjoy watching without her knowing. She had large C-cups, which I found out later, and they were pretty sexy to watch. So I continued and hoped to GOD I wouldn't get caught. If I had a dick, right then, it would've been hard!" admitted Candice. Good Guys Can Win Ch. 02 She then crawled back to the center of room, ignoring the temptation to emphasize the doggie-style position. She had other dirty thrills in mind. "Sorry fellas, but this movie is one of my guilty-pleasures. I hope you don't mind." Candice explained. She plopped-down out her stomach, rising onto her elbows, just out of footsie-range of the guys. After a minute or so she worked her legs apart, undoubtedly giving Mark and Tom a good view of what her skirt was hiding. "That's it; you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen!" Tom proudly announced, rubbing his crotch and then taking a big swig from his bottle. Mark laughed a little, but he was so lost in lust that any sense of humor was gone for the time being. He was leering at her, taking inventory of the lines and curves, and almost felt drunk. The others didn't seem to mind, so he went with it. In the position her elbows were in caused a very sexy dip between her shoulders, which continued into a sexy slope down to her lower back. He wanted to bury his face between her shoulder blades, smell her hair and the back of her neck, and nibble on her shoulders. Maybe later they could get into that, for now though, he had to focus on the less intimate, sexual games that were going on. The slope of her lower back ended at a nearly straight line toward the ceiling with the impressive bump of her ass. He knew the skirt was exaggerating that bump, but he couldn't care less! Her thighs were, as Tom noted the other day, very full and shapely. Then looking up toward the skirt, her ass cheeks shot upward, and also out toward the side where her hips loomed. The thin white panty material had become lodged between her cheeks, and as a result, only covered a small portion of her butt. There was an incredible little piece of cotton real estate visible, covering her sex, just below the area where her cheeks kissed each other. The thickness of her thighs and hips were beautifully amplified as they were pressed against the floor, and it was impossible for the guys to look away. Candice took this pose directly from the magazine she saw. The models butt and thighs were an enticing combination, with her bottom area so vulgarly on display! Candice tried to move around a little, drawing attention and trying to elicit moans or the like. She saw Tom staring at the show, until he noticed her looking at him, then he just smiled and slowly shook his head side to side. "What do you think, Tom? Could my ass be in a magazine?" Candice teased He nodded and cleared his throat. Deciding she was pushing the tease factor a little far, she pushed her arms up to full length, while keeping her lower half on the ground. This caused her cheeks to flex and squish into a different but still sexy rounded bulge, her panties at their maximum stretch. Then Candice pushed herself up, again trying not to embellish the doggie-style pose in the process. To her, being on all fours with her ass in the air was both a very cliché and extremely powerful position. She didn't want to rely on that this early, when other sexual elements were working just fine. Candice decided that she needed to test comfort levels again, as she ultimately wanted both guys to freely expose their bodies in front of one another. It may end up being a deal breaker, but she felt it was important for her NOT to give up on that idea, since she was willing to go very far down the road if they were willing to walk with her. Walking in front of where Mark and Tom were seated, she said "I'm getting pretty horny. How about this, If you all will let me see your dicks again, I'll lose the skirt and give you a show. Does that sound ok?" The guys looked at each other, and without much hesitation, both began undoing their belts and pants. "We talked for a while after the last time," Tom chimed-in "and as weird as it may be to see each other, we don't want to mess stuff up. If you can be patient I guess, we'll get comfortable with this stuff. Well...with certain things...you know?" Candice smiled and nodded and Mark finished pulling his pants and boxers down a few inches, fishing out his half hard member, giving it a few slow strokes. He briefly looked over to Tom, maybe confirming that he was also undressing, and then back to Candice. Tom was undressing; in fact he pulled his pants down to about mid-thigh, and was pretty eagerly stroking his stiff 7 inches. He watched Mark stroke for a short time. To Candice, his glance toward Mark was a bit longer than Mark would have gazed in his direction, and that got the wheels in her head spinning. Tom then turned and redirected his attention and resumed cataloguing the details of her form. An ecstatic Candice smiled widely, turned away from her audience and pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, and started undoing the button. The guys were unable to look anywhere else, nor were they able to stifle their grunts and mumbled curses. Candice looked over her shoulder, noticing that both of them appeared to be as hard as possible, that she smiled at them and slowly pulled the skirt down over her ass and down the floor. She bent her knees a bit on the way down, knowing how impactful it is to do the same while locking her knees, but decided to keep that little trick for future visits. She was left standing in her panties and t-shirt with no bra. Tom and Mark were both within arms reach, openly stroking themselves. Most women may find it uncomfortable to be levered at, but it didn't seem to bother Candice. She loved that she could do something simple like standing there in her undies, making them incredibly happy and horny for a very long time. So the "leering" didn't feel like leering in this case, more like "extended appreciating". She reminded herself to pause and enjoy how innocent this still felt. Candice reassured herself "All they're just enjoying the shape of my curvy body, as much as I care to let them....which could probably be most of the day! They're not trying to trick me into fucking them and I'm not trying to get free lawn care." There's a rarity, and beauty, in human symbiosis. With that rush of positive thinking, she decided to push the envelope and bend over a bit, putting her hands on her knees. That elicited a clear moan from Tom, and a "head tilting backward, and an eye-roll" from Mark. She swivelled sideways, so she could get a better view of the guys and their equipment. Candice watched them, watching her as they stroked and rubbed themselves. They both seemed to be putting good effort into not finishing too quickly, which was unexpected and wonderful. She'd been hoping that they would ultimately learn to better control their urges, so as to help prolong sweet spots. There were quick periods of full masturbation, which were stopped abruptly, and followed by slow, more deliberate rubbing. Candice thought to bring some lotion out into the living room as soon as possible. She continued watching them, and thought about how much she'd like to crawl over, taking Mark into her mouth, while fondling and slowly jerking Tom. She let that image burn itself into her rolodex for later, and stood up facing them. Candice slowly took off her shirt and starts climbing onto Tom. He doesn't resist at all, enjoying the gentle bounce of her boobs, and moved his arms to the side allowing her more room to situate herself. Lowering herself down, Tom penis flinched and found its way between his belly and the front of her panties. She pressed her groin forward which caused his pole to brush against her clit. They both moaned and starred at each other, mouths open wide. Tom's hands instinctively shot right to her hips and began squeezing. In one motion, Candice brought her left nipple to Tom's mouth and looked over her right shoulder at Mark. With a friendly smile she asking Mark to be patient; that his turn would come soon. He nodded and allowed his eyes to continue feasting on her backside. Candice sensed herself about to boil-over, continuing over her shoulder she asked Mark if he would be okay kissing her later on if she were to make-out with Tom now. "Yeah, we talked about that. It means we'd be moving things forward. So, we're good." Mark said after clearing the frog from his throat. Candice smiled, nodding, and turned to Tom; "You sure?" He nodded, and with an almost angry look, pulled her head down and quickly found her lips with his. It was a more forceful move than she had envisioned, but it very overwhelmingly came across as passion, rather than aggression. It's a fine line that Tom seemed to walk with innate skill. Tom felt her lips widen and was kissing mainly her teeth all of a sudden; she was smiling widely. She chuckled, pulled back a bit, and quietly explained; "Sorry, I don't mean to smile. I'm just very excited for the women in your future. But for now, I'm excited for me." With a new level of confidence, Tom fondled her breasts and ass, while desperately kissing her. Mark was watching, while slowly massaging his member, very focused on not finishing himself off. Thankfully, Tom was keeping his eyes closed, which made the voyeurism much less awkward. Candice's body was always easy for Mark to appreciate, but now she was mostly naked, in the throes of pretty intense foreplay. It felt like an out of body experience, watching a man very similar to himself, both physically and mentally, very confidently treating himself to the sexual abundance that just fell from the sky. Mark felt overwhelmingly blissful, comfortable, and emboldened with what was taking place. So comfortable in fact, that he reached over to feel Candice's hip, which had been released by Tom in order to resume his breast play. This was well outside of Marks previous comfort zone, but the idea occurred to him and he didn't think Tom would mind. If fact they spoke about a range of possibilities and minor incidental contact of hands and legs may be inevitable and shouldn't become a show-stopper for them. Being that this was a seemingly once in a lifetime "show"! Mark squeezed the full hip firmly, bringing Candice temporarily back to the surface. She looked back and down at his hand, smiled and started to rise off of Tom. There was an unvoiced agreement that it was now Marks turn, and Candice got onto her feet, climbed on him as she had Tom before, and dove-in after his tongue. She knew he wasn't quite as aggressive as Tom, so she very happily took that role herself. Candice pulled up and away from Marks body after a few long minutes of tongues, groping, and lightly bitten lips. With a shift of her hips, her left leg raised allowing her left foot to plant itself next to Marks butt. She then reached down between their bodies, took hold of his very hard penis, and began rubbing it slowly over the panty material covering her sex. Mark took hold of her breasts and rested his head against the back of the couch. Candice hoped that Tom could see the action very clearly from his seat, and assumed he'd have no reservations about openly enjoying the show. She was right on the money, of course. Tom was staring as her butt gyrated in a slow circle; her hand guiding Mark from her clit and all the way back to her asshole, very slowly. She would press him into her and moan every few seconds. Tom thought Mark might blow his load and pass out, but he seemed to be calmly enjoying the best massage of his life. Candice was lost in her own bliss, but glanced over to Tom who was very rhythmically jerking himself, while smiling at the action. She motioned for him to come over, to which he quickly stood, kicked off his pants, and stepped next to her. Candice then brought Mark back by stroking his cheek and ear with her hand. Once his eyes focused, she said she was going to stay on top of him, while playing with Tom. Without acknowledging her words, Mark leaned forward, pressing her tits together, and taking a nipple into his mouth. She took that as Tom saying "Sounds good to me". Without forecasting her plan, Candice turned slightly to her left, reached her left arm around Tom's waist grabbing his ass, and with her right hand took hold of his penis. Tom shuddered hard, and quietly cursed. She then looked up into his eyes and pulled him into her; taking the head into her mouth. She had been picturing this for a long time, and the perfect moment crept-up unexpectedly. In her opinion, Tom seemed bold enough to enjoy a blowjob in this proximity to his friend, and hopefully Mark, who hadn't noticed just yet, would be happy fondling all of her goodies that he might not object. Mark did notice, and wasn't completely comfortable, but didn't act. The guys had discussed this probability a few days ago, when something makes them uncomfortable the first course of action is to let things happen for a short time longer and not object right away. They both knew the other guy, and their basic intentions, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem. Perhaps things weren't quite as bad as they first thought; a brief over-reaction is always possible. Hopefully, Candice wouldn't hit them with something really crazy out of nowhere! So they'd let things ride for a bit, and if a short time later things were still uncomfortable, they'd tap the other guy, explain, and adjust things. At this point, Mark wasn't prepared to see Tom getting blown so close to him, but he let it ride, and went back to the tits at hand. He couldn't get enough of kneading and pushing them together, kissing her dark red nipples, and sucking them lightly into his mouth. He stopped every now and then to gently bounce them into each other, recreating that rhythmic and heavy jiggle from before, then would resume kissing and suckling. Her moaning encouraged him to stay put and keep this sweet spot alive. Which he did, almost completely forgetting about the blow job happening about a foot from his face. Candice used her hips to applied increased pressure onto Marks penis, which she was slowly masturbating and rubbing all over herself down there. Now she was officially dying from stimulation! Her mouth, boobs, and groin were all getting incredible treatment. Back up top, she started very slowing with Tom's dick, taking just the head in and out several times. Her tongue did slow circles on the underside, and it occasionally shot out past her lips, along the shaft. Mark's hands had settled onto her head, lightly massaging her scalp; his pelvis slowly rocking forward and back. Candice took that as a cue, and slowly but completely took his entire length into her mouth. He gasped and gripped her hair tightly. She held fast at the base, having to do a few swallows to stave-off the urge to gag. "Deep throating" a guy wasn't exactly new to her, and she loved being able to do it; slowly shaking her head back and forth. The whole thing seemed to be one of the top 5 male fantasies that she's aware of. Candice was aware that too much more would likely finish Tom off, so she slowly pulled back, lightly her teeth on his shaft and she withdrew, and resumed stimulating only the tip. Tom shuddered, cursed under his breath, and looked down at her in shock. It occurred to her that things should probably ease back down again, or else they be fucking each other with an hour, and she didn't want to risk jumping the gun. What if one of them had performance issues, which wouldn't be crazy given the circumstances, which could cause extreme embarrassment? She decided to give Mark a taste of the "big time", similar to what Tom just received, and then calm this session down a bit. Tom had been feverishly mauling hips, boobs, and butt; in his own little world. Candice decided that she was more than prepared for him to push right into her, being as wet as she had been in a long time, so she subtly moved her panties aside and eased herself down onto him. "Holy fuck! I wasn't..." Mark shrieked and his eyes bolted up to hers. She figured that he was a virgin, and was well aware of the pressure associated with being awful the first time out. She wanted to give him a quick feel of things, and she happened to be dying for a little herself. Mark's head was reeling from the combined sensations; her naked breasts in his hands and mouth, her manipulating his erection, and now the overwhelming heat of her sex and the ease with-which her hips seemed to assist this unexpected lovemaking. He couldn't move his groin area much, but that didn't seem to mean a damn thing. Candice's hips and ass seemed to be fucking him in comfortable unison. "Ohhh shit; I'm about to finish!" he almost shouted. "Thanks for saying so." she said while slowly rubbing his cheek and kissing him lightly, and raising herself up and down a few more times. Tom could tell what was happening, but could only see so much from his vantage point. He decided to stand there, rubbing his hands over Candice's shoulders and down her back a way, and just let them enjoy. Once she felt Marks legs stiffen a bit and breathes shallow, she raised herself off of his cock, and slowly stroked it toward his stomach. He sat there breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling. A few seconds later he moaned a warning and fired several large streams onto his chest. The rest landed on his stomach and pubic area. "Whew, I got a little caught-up in things and wanted to give all three of us a taste." Candice said, smiling. All three were then quiet for a few seconds. Eventually, Candice worked her way to her feet, and in the process bumped her shoulder and then elbow into Toms erection. He apologized and stepped back. Looking down at Mark, Candice got an idea. "Well, we can't leave you with that." She regarded his situation, and continued "I think we've gone about as far as we should for today. Would you mind jerking off on my ass, sort of how you did that first time we hooked-up?" "Yeah; yeah that's great. I'm great with that." He said, nodding, with a huge smile Candice leaned in, giving a quick kiss, and lowered herself onto her hands and knees on the couch. This left her hand and face a few inches from Marks freshly spend cock, her tits hanging freely for Marks fondling pleasure, and her panty-covered butt way up in the air for Tom's. It was a captivating sight. Tom took a few seconds to fully appreciate the completely unexpected situation, as well as the fantastic rear-end offered for his pleasure. He did a few slow, firm strokes, and leaned down to rub Candice' thighs, and back up to her ass. Her proportions were incredible, and sure there were imperfections, but none of them mattered a bit. While Tom was getting warmed-up, Candice settling onto her elbows, and began playing with Marks dick. He seemed far away in his thoughts, but returned with a jolt at her touch, and gave her a big smile. She asked if playing with him were ok, to which he quickly confirmed, and she continued the up-close exploration she began with their first experience in the kitchen. She noted that his pubes were much shorter, and happily noticed that his flaccid penis looked nearly twice as long as it did before. The head was soft and warm, and now faintly carried her aroma, which made her VERY horny. She really wanted to take him into her mouth, coaxing his pole back to life, and beg Tom to fuck her hard and fast! That wasn't in the cards just yet though. Candice was holding Marks shaft with one hand and rubbing the underside of the head with the other, when she felt Tom press the middle of his very hard shaft down onto her asshole. It was a bit shocking but very welcome. She whipped her hair out of the way and smiled back over her shoulder, shimmying her hips side to side, causing him to curse under his breath. Tom looked down at his penis wedged between her cheeks, with the head curved up and out of the crevice. He felt like a rock star. He needed to furiously jerk off, grabbing all of her gloriously soft curves, but he fought himself for a few seconds. Pressing his shaft down onto her asshole, or at least where he thought it was. This caused his disk to bend in the middle, putting added pressure onto her. When he leaned back a few inches the head started to dip down into her most private opening. That caused her to gasp, giving him a slow "not now" side-to-side motion with her head, with a happy smirk. Good Guys Can Win Ch. 02 He smiled back, grabbed her hip the way he did a few weeks ago, and started pumping himself. Slow strokes at first, but giving way to full speed before long. He made it a point to explore more this time, reaching down the back of her thigh, become familiar with the softness, muscularity, and minor imperfections. He was frustrated with only having two hands. Tom then decided to go for the gusto; bending over far to the side, he reached quickly around Candice's hip to her sex. He opted to stay outside of her panties, and easily found his way to a very warm and moist spot between her legs, which happened to be a few inches apart in this position. It felt incredible jerking himself between her very curvy ass cheeks while touching her in such a vulgar way. He wished he had two or three more hands so he could squeeze and caress each part of her. Tom was hovering in a very enjoyable and seemingly sustainable sweet spot, when all of a sudden he noticed her left breast bouncing forward and back with the rhythm of his masturbating, and that was it. The situation was now "too sexy" and his ability to hold-out vanished. He plunged from a glorious height with a quick and unexpected orgasm; a very confused, but undeniably happy Icarus. After some clean-up, everyone settled into their seats with a fresh Hard Core cider drink that Mark ran to get. Tom then offered to order some delivery if Candice would let them hang-out for a while, and she stayed in her T-shirt and panties. Candice laughed in agreement, replaced her shirt, and plopped onto the couch with the TV remote. "I'll pitch-in, but can we make it Thai?" She said. Good Guys Can Win Ch. 01 Candice kept her eyes on this new toy, and stepped in front of Mark. She reached out and ran two of her fingers down the 5 inch semi-hard member. It was a very respectable size even though only partially erect. She did notice that his hair was quite long and thick, and made a note to offer him some friendly advice on that later. "This is great, thanks. You should be very proud!" She said so both of them hear. Smiling away. Tom looked without being obvious, which Candice noticed, but Mark didn't. Tom himself sharply inhaled as she squeezed a little, and gave Mark a few very slow strokes. Tom also noticed how her thighs and ass were pushing the jean material to its limit. He couldn't remember noticing another woman's thighs before, but maybe that was just because most high school girls didn't have thighs as nice as hers, mostly likely though, it was because none of them ever presented themselves like this. The word juicy was all he could think of for Candace's whole lower half; juicy butt and thighs, somewhat muscular and perfectly curvy. She had a slight muffin top, as the low-rider jeans sat well below her navel, which added to the beautiful curves. Boy oh boy, he was getting close to the end. At least she said she wouldn't mind, and he believed her! While squeezing and slowly pulling on Marks growing dick, which was most of the way to full mast, she decided to undo her pants. A woman did this in a skin-a-max movie she saw last weekend, and Candice thought it was sexy as hell, perfectly accentuating the female shape. She undid the button and unzipped, causing the jeans to open a bit while staying up, and allowing a sexy shot of light blue panty to show right above her mound. Both guys gasped, and Tom shook his head. From his side view, Tom absolutely loved the long curve that ran from her bra, over her small belly, and down into her pants. "Holy shit..." he groaned, as he decided to pull out his hard member. Candice noticed and couldn't help herself, saying "Wow, Tom. You have a great penis." Tom smiled, looking at her chest and then down at himself. Mark also looked, and felt self-conscious for a few seconds, noticing that Candice seemed to have forgotten his penis, though she was still holding it. Then he realized that he liked Tom a lot, and if anyone deserved a noteworthy dick, it was him. Candice motioned for Tom to step forward, around the counter, and closer to her. She asked if she could hold him as well, to which he nodded. Then she was in heaven, holding a mostly-hard 5 incher, and a thick, very hard one that seemed to be about 7 inches. Both similar but still very different in several ways, and she intended to get very familiar with both, if things go as planned, she thought. Mark noticed the dark red color of her nipples shown through the white cloth bra, which were getting harder and harder, straining the material. He also saw that Tom was looking at his crotch as Candice squeezed and slowly stroked him. She started each stroke at the base, and squeezed the blood and fluids and the way to the head, causing several large veins to bulge and shift under the skin, and making the head swell significantly with fluid inside. Mark didn't mind him watching, hell, he was taking everything in himself. Tom was fascinated with how she was slowly and calmly stimulating Marks dick; unintentionally fascinated. He didn't realize he hadn't looked up in a while, which caused him to quickly glance up to Marks face, when he snapped-out of the daze. Marks eyes were on Candice's chest, as he was squeezing one of Candice's breasts through the soft, and wholly unsupportive, bra. Mark was getting light headed, but for some reason he wasn't getting any harder. "I'm sorry...it won't seem to get all the way there. This feels fucking great and all, but..." he stammered. "No, please don't feel bad." Candice quickly shot out. "I love a half-hard dick! I don't know exactly why, but that state, right at semi-aroused is my favorite. Maybe because it only lasts a short time. This is a crazy situation, so your nerves might be getting to you. I love it, though." She said smiling. Candice really was in heaven, stroking two strange penises which happen to be attached to two very nice guys, who were also in their own versions of heaven. The groaning, eye rolling, and cursing told her so much. Where to go from here, she wasn't sure, but why not just relax and enjoy for a while? "Guys, I'm really digging this. Would you be okay if we did just this for a little longer and then wrapped things up? Obviously, I want to continue, but right now feels like a great sweet-spot, and I want to savor it. I also want you both to understand and appreciate the idea of savoring a 'sweet spot'. A lot of men out there hit one of those spots, and take it as a cue to hurry and bury their dicks inside of the girl. The guys never thought they'd be exposed, so close to each other, but this situation was so crazy, awesome, and incredibly rare that neither wanted to disrupt things. Besides, they'd probably get to do a lot of the things they've been obsessing about since 8th grade, with this good looking and fun-as-hell woman. Candice's attention was back on her strokes. The contrast between one hard and one soft was rocking her world, more than she expected. On the up stroke, Marks member would get a downward bend in the middle, with a large vein running the length that she pressed from one side to the other with her thumb. She picked his length up toward his belly button, and shifted her hand underneath grabbing his sack, causing his dick to fall back down into the top of her wrist. That was a neat feeling, she thought, as the heat she had grown used-to, now felt twice as intense on the top side of her hand. Looking back over to Tom, she did the same under-the-dick-to-the-balls maneuver, causing him to curse again. She turned her hand over, still cupping his sack, and the hard dick softly fell into her wrist. Back and forth, squeeze and slightly releasing. This went on for another minute when Mark chimed in- "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" His mostly-hard dick, very swollen in Candice's hand, he started spasming. "Umm; oh shit! Just shoot it on the floor in front of you" She said, pointing downward between both of them. Several large shots flew several feet forward and down onto the flow. Those initial blasts were followed by about 6 smaller ones, and then a final few dribbled out. "Wow that was great. I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing that, thanks. All from a few minutes of fondling, too, which is even sexier!" said Candice "I wasn't planning on making you guys finish, but since that bridge is crossed what about you, Tom? Are you close?" "Yeah, I'm nearly there too." Said Tom. He'd been calmly stroking himself watching Mark finish, while Candice fondled his sack. "Since Mark got his hands on my chest, how about I do this for you?" She came over to him, and spun around toward the counter. With her back to Tom, she looked down over her should, and shimmied her hips while pulling those tight jeans half-way down her ass. Then she bent forward, displaying the top of her panties, and pulled Toms free hand onto her full hip. Tom's eyes bugged-out and remained glued to her amazing curves. The panties were really hot, and her warm skin softly molded to his grip. The panties seemed a little too tight, the edges pressing into her pale skin, causing her hip and cheeks to bulge out. He quietly cursed, and forgetting all about Mark, stroked himself much quicker and harder than he intended. He wanted to savor things, but this was just way too much for a teenager to calmly deal with. Sensing the inevitable, Candice whipped her hair over her shoulder, and looked back at Tom. "Forget easy clean-up. Cum on my back...this is killing me!" "What? Oh my GOD!" He almost yelled, and immediately complied. "Uhhhhh......holy...Jesus." He continued as he exploded. On a whim, he grabbed her hair and lightly pulled on it, while his other hand was kneading her hip. His cock was nestled in a small patch of ass crack that had become exposed, with his hips very subtly thrusting back and forth. No longer able to handle hold it back, he exploded with a muffled grunt. Candice loved that he grabbed her hair. It told her a lot about his sexual nature. She didn't care what type of lovers they were as individually. She wanted to help them figure those things out as quickly as possible, which should benefit them and their lovers in the future. That, she concluded to herself recently, was her goal. Along with a few good orgasms, hopefully. There was a good bit of cum trickling down her back, some of it finding its way into that valley between her cheeks from which his cock was just removed, and into the waist band of her favorite blue panties. "Wow; that was fantastic! I'm so flushed right now. Definitely going to fuck myself silly later tonight." Candice confided. "Look," she continued "I'm not sure where to go with all of this, but I'm having a super good time with you guys. Usually, I feel so weird trying to get-off with some guy that I'm interested in, but that's not how this feels at all! Hopefully we can talk later....[long pause] well..." "Let me just say this" Candice continued "there's no way I can date either of you. I'm almost 30 and I want to find someone who resembles a husband before long. I believe you guys aren't in your 20s yet, and if that's the case, I'd like to start-off with everyone knowing the score. Well, not quite start off, but...how about we continue from here with everyone knowing the score. You guys need to be chasing college girls, or even older high schoolers, for all I'm concerned. In order for this to continue, and move on from here, we all have to think for a while and be honest with each other." Candice decided to outline a few requirements for future discussion, while gathering her clothes. "Let me finish with this- we can continue to do some fun sexual things, but probably not if you guys confuse this with some kind of budding romance. The way I see it, you all have some sexual frustrations, and maybe some performance anxiety and questions. I happen to love the idea of being a sex tour guide for some likeable guys. I don't know a hell of a lot about sex or anything, but I do know about things that can Make or Break a woman's day. There's a few of those things that I'd like to pass on." "Can you both please think about that, and tell me honestly if you can have fun over here without us dating? I have a date tomorrow, in fact, and you have to be cool with that." Suddenly Tom's phone rang with some hip hop jingle she never heard before. "If that's Pete or Jay, you should get it. They're waiting to help us with the Brewer's." Said Mark "Ahh...Yeah, 3 is still good." He said after walking out of the back door, and bringing his phone up to his ear. Candice leaned a little closer to Mark's ear and said "You should trim down there a little; it helps everything look even bigger than normal, and seems cleaner. Maybe cut that stuff to half-length. It's up to you of course, but most chicks dig that. No offense, I just noticed and wanted to tell you without your buddy hearing. " Then she kissed him quickly on the mouth. "Thanks for both of you being so open to my ideas. I know this is probably super weird, but it's fun as hell, isn't it?" she quietly cheered, waving her hands back and forth at shoulder level. Candice was about to refasten her jeans, but decided against it. Instead she bent over for her shirt, lingering down there a little to let Mark notice and appreciate the array of feminine curves. Mark noticed that the cum on her back had dried to a dull shine, and seeing the trail lead to her partially exposed ass crack made him start to swell again. Upon standing, with her shirt balled-up in her hand, she reached up with both hands to fix her pony-tail. As expected, the effort caused a good amount of jiggle in her thin bra, her extra hard nipples were cherries on top. Then, she quickly put the shirt back on without any additional show. "Ha! Yeah...this was fun. More like fan-fuckin-tastic. I may not blink for the rest of the day." He said, noticing Tom waving and pointing toward the truck. "You guys go, and I'll call you soon. Probably in another two weeks, because I plan to mow for myself next Friday." Candice said as Mark waved and jogged toward their truck. To be continued...