Candice

Chapter Two

 

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We'd gone to a play, which is kind of like a movie, but without the popcorn and the actors are a lot smaller. It had been my mom's idea so I didn't think I'd like it, but it had been okay. I'd taken Candice to dinner too, but since the stretch limousine was so comfortable we'd decided to use the drive-thru. The look on the McDonald's chick's face when we pulled up to the window had been priceless! I even ordered a Big Mac for the driver because he was so cool.

"I had a really great time tonight, Josh." Candy bit her bottom lip and her soft brown eyes were shining into mine. 

"Me too," I said, touching her bare shoulder with my fingertips.

Her skin felt so soft and warm; I couldn't even remember how nervous I'd felt when I'd put my arm around her. Now I didn't want to let her go and I could see the tops of her breasts swollen and stretching her dress. She'd worn a red evening gown, a simple one, but really nice and it didn't even have straps to hold it up. Candy had kept tugging it into place at first, but after awhile she'd stopped worrying about it. Now I could almost see her nipples and the valley between her breasts looked seriously inviting. I wanted to lick her, just slide my tongue between her creamy tits and...

"Huh?" I looked up, smiling sheepishly as she giggled.

"I asked if you were looking for anything in particular," she said, reaching for my left leg and rubbing me through my trousers.

"Uh, no…" I shook my head. "Not in particular."

"No?" Candy's eyebrows went up playfully and she showed me the tip of her tongue.

"I kinda like the whole thing," I told her, looking back down at her tits and her flat tummy, and especially the slit in the front of her dress.

The gown had a long skirt that split right up the middle in the front. When she sat down and crossed her legs, the dress fell on either side of her thigh. If that slit had gone just an inch higher I would have known what color panties Candy wore. I wanted to reach over with my right hand and touch her leg, but I wasn't quite that bold yet. I tried to talk myself into it, believe me, but I didn't want to ruin our very first date.

"Josh?"

"Yeah?" I lifted my eyes and just then she reminded me of Tiffany; she looked so beautiful.

"You can kiss me," she whispered. "If you want to."

"Alright," I said with a hard swallow. "Yeah. I do, um...Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh." Candy giggled and I heard her fingernails scratching my pants, felt them tickling my thigh.

She had her hair pinned up in some sort of fancy, expensive hair style that must have taken hours to arrange. Long, silver pins kept it in place and they had little jewels that glittered. I'd never realized a girl could have such a pretty neck and I wondered what Tiffany would look like with her hair like that. I tried not to think about it and Candy made it easier when she turned her body slightly, pressing her breasts against my chest. We were so close I could almost feel her heart beating against mine and she smelled like flowers.

Candy closed her eyes when I kissed her, touching my lips to hers for the first time and only for a second. I pulled back a fraction of inch and when she opened her eyes and started to smile, that's when I gave her a real kiss. I slipped my tongue between her parted lips and Candy's eyes widened with surprise. I fluttered my tongue across hers and felt her body stiffen. She held her breath and I thought she'd push me away, but she didn't. Her tongue wriggled tentatively, her hand squeezed my leg, and her warm, humid breath filled my lungs as she let it go with a sigh.

She seemed to fall on me, even though we were sitting side-by-side in the back of the limousine. I fell backwards slightly, pulling her with me as I hugged her with both arms. Candy wasn't a very good kisser, but she'd never been kissed before in her life either. I'd had a lot of practice and I wanted to make it as nice for her as I could. I kissed the girl slowly, very gently while I rubbed her bare back and shoulders. We were laying on the seat, awkward and bent with our hips turned and legs askew over the edge. Candy's tits were flat against my chest though, her tummy on top of mine, and I felt her fingers touching my face and hair while we made out.

Bzzzzzz…The phone buzzed and the car had stopped.

Candy pulled her mouth from mine, panting and smiling and looking pink in the soft light. I blinked, breathing hard and fumbling with the handset. I dropped it and Candy giggled, pushing herself up and I saw her dark nipples for the first time. She didn't realize her dress had fallen down at first and I licked my lips. They were darker than Tiffany's, but not as long or fat. Definitely stiff though and I tore my eyes away because I didn't want to embarrass her. I found the handset and picked it up, hearing Candy gasp and then giggle nervously as she fixed her dress.

"We've reached the Hampstead house, sir," the driver told me, keeping his voice professional. The partition was up, of course, but he must have thought we were really having sex or something. Being a limo driver though, I suppose he'd gotten used to that a long time ago. Those things are awesome!

"Thanks," I replied and tried to look out the window, but they'd gotten kind of foggy. "Um…Are we at the gates, or…"

"We're at the house, sir." He chuckled softly and I didn't blame him.

"Great. Thanks."

"What?" Candy asked, looking…I dunno…Amazing. God! She just smiled and I felt my stomach do a flip-flop.

"I was gonna tell him to drive around the block," I told her with a grin. "But it's too late."

"Where are we?" She turned around and rubbed the glass with her hand. "Oh!"

Candy's house was right there and the driver had already gotten out to open the door for us.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening, Josh," Candy said a minute later, standing on the front steps and I'd already seen her mother peeking through the curtains. 

"You're welcome," I said, holding her hand and wishing I didn't have to let go. "I had fun."

"Me too," she agreed, glancing at the big front door. "Um, do you want to come in, or…"

"It's kinda late," I said with a glance at the window. "I better just go home."

"Yeah," she said, biting her bottom lip again and I thought that meant I could kiss her.

So I did.

"Mmmm…" Candy smiled, but it had only been a small kiss anyway. A nice one. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"For just…being you," she said, making a face and giggling again. "Goodnight, Josh."

"Goodnight, Candice."

She opened the door and paused, looking over her shoulder. "Will you call me tomorrow?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah," she said, taking a deep breath and nodding quickly.

"Okay," I said. "Yeah. I'll call you."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

We just looked at each other.

"Go away now!" Candy giggled and waved her fingers at me as if shooing a bird. 

"Go inside first."

"I will."

"Okay."

"I'm going."

"Goodnight."

"Josh!"

"What?"

"Nothing!" Candy laughed and practically jumped through the door, slamming it behind her.

Girls are so weird.

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"My mom's not home tonight," Candy said and I'd called her right after dinner. "She went to some fund raiser thing for penguins."

"Penguins?" I laughed. "What? Are they like endangered?"

"Everything's endangered nowadays," she said, laughing with me. "Maybe it's something else. I don't know."

"What about your dad?"

"He's still in Shanghai or someplace."

"Oh."

"I told him to bring me a panda bear."

"Those are definitely endangered!" I told her with another laugh, switching the phone to my other ear.

"I don't care," Candy sighed. "Do you want to come over?"

"Uhhh…"

"Hey, um…"

"What?" I asked, hoping she wasn't going to change her mind. I hadn't even had a chance to say yes!

"Did you see my boobs last night?"

"No," I said, clearing my throat. "Why?"

"Because I'd be really embarrassed if you did."

"You're not embarrassed to ask me though?"

"You wouldn't lie to me, right?"

"No! Uh-uh," I said quickly, praying this wasn't some sort of devious girl test.

"Are you sure?" she sang softly and I thought of rattlesnakes for some reason.

"Ummm…" I swallowed hard. "I sort of saw them."

"I thought you said you didn't?"

"Just for a second, I swear! I didn't really see anything, that's what I meant."

"Oh."

"Can I still come over?"

"Did you think about me today?"

"What? Yeah. Of course."

"All day?" she teased me and I laughed.

"Kind of."

"Did you tell your friends about me?"

"Um…Sorta," I said slowly. "I told them we went out."

"Did you tell them you have a girlfriend now?"

"Do I?" I challenged her, but she ignored it completely.

"Or did you just say you went out with some girl your mom set you up with?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Really?"

"I told them I went out with a really, um…hot girl."

"Hot?"

"Yeah," I said softly, bracing myself in case she got mad. Tiffany had never talked to me like this!

"Okay," Candy said with a sigh. "You can come over, I guess."

"Right now?"

"Yeah! Silly!" She giggled. "Hurry up!"

"Okay." I hung up the phone and then wondered if I should have said goodbye first.

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"Oh! Hi, um…" I blinked at the Hispanic woman who opened the door. "Is Candice home?"

"Si." She looked me up and down.

"Can I see her?" I asked and I knew they had a live-in maid, but I'd never met her before. She didn't seem too friendly.

"Si," she said again and then said something else in Spanish and stepped aside to let me in.

"Thanks," I said, giving her my best get-out-trouble smile. It never worked on my mom either.

We went upstairs and the Hampstead's had a very large house, bigger than the one I lived in. I guess it could be called a mansion and had a lot of nice stuff in it. It reminded me of a museum. Candy's father owned a steel company, except it didn't make steel. He bought scrap metal in the United States, because we have a lot of it, and sold it to the Chinese because they need all the metal they can get their hands on. He made a ton of money and did it with only two offices, one in Seattle and another one in Shanghai, and less than thirty people on his payroll. Him and my dad got along great, believe me, except the guy always seemed to be in China.

"Hey!" Candy smiled at me from her bed. "Thanks, Rosita. Close the door, okay?"

"What are you doing?" I asked, stepping out of the way as the maid closed the bedroom door behind me.

"Painting my toenails," she said with a shrug. "What's it look like?"

"Just like that, I guess." I smiled and looked around.

I'd been to Candy's house before, but never in her bedroom. It looked seriously girly, you know. A lot of pink stuff and junk all over; like jewelry and hairbrushes, and I saw her bra hanging from the doorknob of her closet. It had little pink butterflies on the cup things. Her room smelled nice too, like strawberries or peaches maybe, I wasn't sure. I liked it though, but mostly I just liked the idea that this was where Candy got naked. I felt my dick getting hard and it did that all the time, so I'd gotten pretty used to ignoring it.

"You like my room?" she asked. "Come here. Sit down, it's okay."

"Yeah. It's nice," I decided, but mostly I looked at her.

Candy wore a pair of pink shorts and a halter top colored like a rainbow. It wasn't much larger than a bra and I could see her tummy and especially her legs, all the way up to the soft hollows of her thighs. The shorts weren't very large at all and they looked familiar for some reason.

"Are those Tiffany's shorts?" I asked, forgetting my dad's advice completely.

"Yeah," Candy said without looking up. "I borrowed them."

"When?"

"I don't know." She kept painting her toes, brushing the nails carefully with bright red polish. "Last year maybe. They still fit okay though."

"I thought you didn't like her?"

"Tiffany?" Candy looked up and smiled. "She's okay. You know, for a robot or whatever."

"But…" I frowned, remembering how Tiffany had told me she and Candy talked about me all time.

I hadn't even known Candice liked to be called Candy until our date, but Tiffany had known. I wondered what else they knew about each other, but I didn't really want to find out either. I mean, Tiffany knew everything about me!

"I just like to tease you sometimes," she said. "When you make me mad or whatever."

"I make you mad?"

"Once in awhile," Candy sighed. "You're totally different when she's not around though."

"I am?"

"Last night was great," she said, looking up and giving me a smile. "I had so much fun."

"So did I."

"But when she's around?" Candy went back to painting her toes. "It's like I'm not even alive."

"That's not true," I said, wondering if she liked me or hated me or what.

"That's what Tiffany said too."

"What did she say?"

"That you're always looking at me."

"Oh."

"I didn't really believe her though."

"She can't lie," I said, but I still wasn't sure I'd been checking Candy out as much as Tiffany had claimed. I'd just sorta been looking at her.

"I know," she said, putting the cap on her nail polish and twisting it. "Do you wanna blow on my toes?"

"What?'

"Blow on them," she repeated with a grin. "Or they'll take forever to dry."

"Are you mad at me?" I asked with a hard swallow. "I mean, is this like a fight or something?"

"No!" Candy giggled. "We're just talking."

"Oh."

"You've never talked to a real girl before, huh?"

"Not like this," I agreed, feeling my face growing warm. "It's kind of…I dunno."

"Me too," she sighed and wiggled her toes invitingly. "I never had a boyfriend before."

"I know."

"Oh, like it's obvious?" She rolled her eyes. "Thanks!"

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"Blow on my toes and I'll forgive you." Candy smiled as she lifted her right foot off the bed. "Come on…I know you want to."

"Are you going to keep teasing me?" I asked, kicking off my shoes and turning around.

"Probably," she said. "You don't like it?"

"I don't know yet," I told her truthfully, but I definitely liked the way she smiled at me.

I liked her pretty face and her sixteen-year-old body, imperfections and all. I liked not knowing what she'd say next and the confusion in my heart. It felt like Candy was playing roulette with my emotions and every time I thought I should get mad, I found myself liking her even more. It didn't make sense. Tiffany wasn't like that at all. I knew exactly what she'd say or what she'd do, like a book I'd read a hundred times, but Candy…

"Give me your foot," I said, sitting in the middle of her bed while Candy leaned against her pillows.

She didn't say anything as I cupped her right heel in my palm. My fingers moved along the underside, but I didn't want to tickle her. I covered the top with my other hand, wrapping her small foot completely and bringing it close to my mouth. She had long, skinny toes, but they were cute and painted red and I could smell the lacquer as I pursed my lips. I blew softly and watched Candy's face, her bright brown eyes as she watched me.

"I always thought if I had a boyfriend I could tell him anything," she said softly. "Like I wouldn't have any secrets at all."

"Yeah," I breathed, blowing the word across her toes.

"But right now," she said. "Sitting here with you? I've got a secret and I'm scared to tell you."

"You don't have to be scared," I whispered, sliding my top hand up to her ankle and along her shin.

"So that either means you're not really my boyfriend, or…" She paused and sucked on her lips as I rubbed her leg up and down slowly.

"Or what?"

"Or else everybody always has secrets," she sighed, playing her fingers across her tummy as her breasts rose and fell.

"If I ask you to be my girlfriend," I kissed her foot, "would you still be scared?"

"What about Tiffany?" 

"I don't know," I said. "She's not going to get jealous."

"So…" Candy smiled weakly. "What about me?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Do you love me, Josh?"

"If I say yes and you laugh at me…"

"That's my secret," she confessed, blinking her eyes as if she wanted to look anywhere else but into mine.

"I love you, Candy."

"I love you too," she said, whispering the words on top of mine and smiling as I let go of her foot and crawled across her body.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked, pressing my hips between her thighs and covering her tits with my chest.

"You have to now," she breathed, lifting her head as I pulled the pillow out from under her.

Two pillows, actually, and I tossed them to the floor as she lay flat on the lavender bedspread. That seemed much more comfortable as I kissed Candy gently, teasing her lush lips with the tip of my tongue until she opened for it a heartbeat later. I moved against her as my erection demanded, pressing my crotch against hers with far too many layers of clothing between us. She had her thighs spread and I felt her legs moving against mine. Candy's hands slipped under my t-shirt and up my back, her fingernails scratching and finally digging into me as our kisses became frantic with desire.

We were making love that way, separated physically perhaps, but not emotionally. I thrust my swollen cock against her pussy while Candy pulled me closer with her arms and legs. My chest rubbed across her tits, tugging the skimpy halter back and forth until it didn't cover her breasts at all. She gasped into my mouth, arching her back as I felt her swollen nipples through the cotton between us. They were long and hard and I desperately wished to kiss them with my lips and tease them with my tongue. But Candy wouldn't let me go. She chased my mouth with hers, flushed and panting with wild brown eyes.

We needed more touching than that and I fumbled with my pants, grunting and trying to hold myself up on one arm and reach between our moving bodies with the other. Candy helped me, pulling my t-shirt over my head while we drank cool air and smiled crazily at each other. She squirmed and pushed my pants off my hips, kicking her legs as she tried to use her feet. We were silly and clumsy, giggling until I finally had to push myself onto my knees and unbutton her shorts. I pulled them down along with her panties as Candy bent her knees and brought them together just below her naked tits.

She pressed the soles of her feet against my chest, smiling happily and nothing stopped me as I leaned forward. Her legs parted and went over my shoulders. The head of my cock found her vulnerable sex ready and waiting, already glistening with arousal. I had Candy trapped, pinned to bed as my penis slid along the cleft of her vulva and across the swell of her pubis. I felt her curling pubic hair tickling my skin and the heat seemed to pour out of her. I moved my hips, positioning my cock for another attempt. I pushed and felt her greasy labia parting, but I couldn't find the entrance and my penis slid upward again.

"Put it inside," I breathed, looking into Candy's beautiful face. "Put my cock inside your pussy."

"Yeah," she agreed, slipping her hand between our bodies and grasping my cock gingerly.

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, furrowing her smooth brow with concentration. She rubbed the glans up and down her slit and the mouth of Candy's vagina must have been deep between her thighs. She held me there and I pushed gently, feeling the vague discomfort of her hymen blocking my way. I hadn't even considered she might be a virgin, not after spending more than two years with Tiffany. But of course, Candy had never made love before in her life and when I tore through her cherry she jerked and gasped, her body contracting around that one moment until it passed a heartbeat later.

"I love you," I whispered, wanting to see her eyes and know she was okay. "Look at me…Candy…"

"Mmmm…" she sighed, blinking with her lips pressed together and panting through her nose.

"I love you," I told her again, kissing her lips and coaxing her to kiss me back.

"I love you too." she breathed, trembling as my tongue found hers and I didn't know if she was frightened or just nervous or both.

We kissed while I began to move, rocking my hips as gently as I could. When Candy didn't try to stop me, I began working my cock slowly deeper with every thrust. Whenever I tried to relax, her pussy would try to push me back out, the walls of her sex closing against my penis until I forced them open a second later. It felt like a game of tug o war or something, the constant pushing and pulling between her thighs. When I had all of my cock inside her finally, I held myself there. I felt myself ready to cum any moment and I wanted to hold back as long as I could. Making love to Candy seemed so completely unlike fucking Tiffany. I had to savor every second of it, memorizing every detail so I'd never forget how it felt making love to her for the very first time.

"I'm going to cum," I groaned, pushing deep one last time and shivering with the subtle violence of my orgasm.

I fucked her mouth with my tongue while my warm semen spilled into Candy's body, one rapid spurt after another splashing against the very bottom of her sex. My balls were tight against her upturned ass, pumping a generous load of sperm into her womb. I hadn't cum in three long days, not since Tiffany had left, and that had seemed like an eternity for a teenage boy who'd been having sex two or three times everyday since his thirteenth birthday. I had a lot of cum to give Candy and at the end of it, my dick wasn't about to go soft.

"Like this…" I whispered. "Slowly now. Just relax. I want to make you feel good."

"I feel it," she whispered back. "Inside me."

"I know." I kissed her tenderly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Candy smiled weakly, nodding her head. "It only hurt a little."

"I'm sorry," I sighed, still moving inside her and helpless to stop even if I'd wanted to.

Her inexperienced pussy felt too good wrapped around my cock. Candy looked too beautiful and felt too warm and soft as she stretched out beneath me. Her legs had slipped off my shoulders and they closed around my hips. Her hands went up my arms and then my neck as I lowered my mouth to her tits. I kissed her nipples and suckled them eagerly. I washed her swollen flesh with my tongue and nibbled lightly with my teeth. Candy moaned and moved her body, squirming beneath me as the discomfort of being stretched gave way to the pleasure of being loved.

I fucked her for a long while, maybe ten minutes or even fifteen. It seemed like forever and by the end of it I could pull my cock nearly free of her pussy and slide it back home easily. Candy would lift her butt off the bed to meet me and I'd left two dark hickey's on her beautiful breasts. I came again, looking into her eyes and smiling with my cock firmly planted within her sex. We kissed for awhile, lazily and lovingly, smiling in between as we'd catch our breath. I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock softened and her tight pussy forced me out with a thin trickle of semen.

"I'm not a virgin anymore," Candy said, looking up at the ceiling and touching her tummy.

"Are you alright?" I asked, laying beside her and propped up on my elbow because I had to look at her.

"It's just strange." She smiled. "I wanted to do it. I was waiting for you to call and afraid you wouldn't and…"

"I had to call," I said with a smile of my own.

"…I knew if you came over that we'd do it," she continued. "I decided, you know? Tonight I'm going to lose my virginity."

"And you did."

"And I did!" Candy looked at me and giggled. "God! That's so weird."

"I love you."

"Do you?" She stared at me. "More than you love Tiffany?"

I took a deep breath.

"Don't say anything," Candy said, looking back up at the empty ceiling. "I don't want to know yet."

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"Josh!" I found Tiffany waiting in my bedroom when I came home from school. "Oh! I missed you!"

She jumped into my arms and I caught her, kissing her mouth and getting all of her wriggling tongue. I held her perfect ass in my hands, finding her naked beneath the pleated skirt she wore, and Tiffany wrapped her legs around my waist. She might have weighed a hundred pounds or something, but I didn't notice. I had enough adrenaline to lift a dozen of her, or so it seemed at the time. I walked us awkwardly to the bed and dropped her onto it and she didn't let me go. Her hands went for my pants and a few seconds later my cock slipped into her moist pussy and we fucked hard and fast for three minutes before we came at about the same time, give or take a couple seconds.

"There," she breathed, licking her lips and nodding up at me. "Now that we've said hello, let's make love."

"Yeah!" I grinned as Tiffany started unbuttoning my shirt and it felt like she'd never left.

I decided I'd tell her about Candy later.

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"It's so nice to have you back home," Mom said, smiling as Tiffany refilled her wine glass.

"Thank you, Trish," she replied. "It's nice to be home."

We were having a nice dinner to celebrate her return and my mom had wanted Tiffany to wear her maid's outfit. She looked good in it too, with the sheer white blouse and short back skirt covered in front by a frilly white apron, a small one. Black silk stockings and high heel shoes as well, and she even wore the frilly white cap in her hair. The only thing missing, I thought, was a cum stained thong covering her recently fucked pussy.

That's kind of a bad thought to have at my mom's dinner table, but I couldn't help it. Tiffany made my dick hard just serving dinner and my fifteen-year-old brain had a lot of bad thoughts. 

"And you look great!" Dad decided with a nod. "Are you tanned all over?"

"John!" Mom pouted playfully.

"Oh yes," Tiffany answered seriously. "Would you like to see?"

"He's teasing you," I told her with a grin. "Keep your clothes on."

"Oh!" She laughed lightly, but still didn't know how to blush.

"Maybe later," Dad agreed and Mom threw an olive at him.

"Do you like it, Josh?" Tiffany leaned over my dad's shoulder to refill his glass and even dressed in her maid's outfit, she looked amazing.

Or maybe because of it, I wasn't sure, but Tiffany looked awesome no matter what she wore. She'd always had a pale complexion and even during the summer, her skin tone would change very little. Whatever color she might have gotten from the sun would fade quickly, but now Tiffany had a light bronze tan, nothing too dramatic, but just…perfect. Like someone had sat down at the drawing board and calculated the perfect color just for her.

"It's perfect," I said from across the table, staring at the tops of her breast as her blouse and apron fell loose.

"Gives her kind of a healthy glow, doesn't it? Thank you, Tiffany."

"You're welcome, John."

"And not a scratch or a mole anywhere, I bet," Mom said, kind of half-envious, half-teasing. "It must be nice to get brand new skin every few years."

"It is," Tiffany replied happily. "I didn't think the difference would be noticeable, but I feel so much softer now."

"Hmmmm…" Mom sometimes forgot how literal Tiffany could be. "What else did they do to you?"

"Just maintenance mostly," she said with a shrug. "Would you like more water, Josh?"

"Sure," I agreed, just so I could watch her butt wiggle under the skirt as she went into the kitchen. Her legs looked awesome too, encased in those sexy stockings with a rose design running along the seam. I'd missed Tiffany a lot, but not nearly as much as I'd thought I would.

"Are you going to see Candice tonight?" Mom asked a moment later. 

"Uhhh…" I watched Tiffany's face as she filled my water glass, but her smile didn't even flicker.

"You two are becoming quite the item, eh?" Dad chuckled. "The only time I see you anymore is when we're eating."

"She invited me over," I said. "We're going to hang out a little."

"Just remember you have school in the morning," Mom told me. "Be home by ten."

"Ten?" I made a face.

"Ten-thirty," Dad said, ignoring Mom's pursed lips. "But don't be late."

"Okay," I agreed quickly. "Thanks."

"Well, I'm glad you've finally found yourself a real girl," Mom said. "I just knew you two would be perfect for each other."

"Yeah. Candy's, um…pretty nice," I said with a glance at Tiffany, but she only stood near the table, waiting patiently while we ate.

"And she's taken on a healthy little glow herself, I've noticed," my mom said with a smile.

"She's a very beautiful girl," Dad agreed with a wink. "You could do a lot worse, Josh."

"Be nice," Mom chided him with a small laugh. "Candice knows she's lucky to have him."

"Your biggest fan," he whispered loudly, jerking his thumb towards Mom.

"Well, of course I am!" She rolled her eyes and then got serious. "Just make sure you take care of yourself."

"Um, okay." I shrugged.

"I mean, you don't have to give her everything," Mom said. "Save a little bit of your heart for later."

"I will," I promised, glancing at my dad and hoping he knew what she was talking about.

"Nobody can predict the future," he said. "You might meet someone else and…"

"Candice might meet someone else," Mom interrupted. "I don't want to see you get hurt, that's all."

"You mean if we break up?" I grinned at her. "We've only been going out a week!"

"And that's why I'm telling you now," she said. "You don't have to fall completely in love with the girl."

"Just mostly," Dad said with a chuckle.

"John! I'm serious."

"Me too," he said. "He's going to be fine."

"I thought you liked her?" I said. "Now you're saying I shouldn't trust her?"

"I'm saying you're still growing," Mom said. "You're going to meet a lot of other girls."

"A lot of boys are going to like Candice." Dad shrugged as reached for another dinner roll.

"But you said we're perfect for each other," I reminded my mom. "This is weird."

"She's perfect for you right now," she said. "That doesn't mean you're going to marry her."

"Who said anything about getting married?" I frowned.

"Not me!" Dad chuckled. "Wait until after college and then you can look for a wife."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Whatever."

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"I've got the weirdest parents in the world," I told Tiffany as I helped her in the kitchen.

"Mmmm…" she sighed, leaning across the breakfast bar a little more than she had to. "They worry about you."

"Yeah," I agreed, staring at the back of her thighs where they disappeared beneath her skirt.

"What are you thinking about?" Tiffany smiled over shoulder at me, wagging her butt from side to side.

"Ummm…" I grinned at her.

"Me too!" She giggled. "But we might get caught."

"Yeah," I said, feeling my dick growing hard.

I knew what she wanted. I could just whip it out and fuck her over the counter, but…

"I can't," I told her. "We, um…We better not."

"Why?" She narrowed her eyes, but didn't move at all.

"I'm gonna go see Candy," I said. "She, um…We're going to, uh…You know."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Tiffany asked, smiling as she stood up.

"I kind of love her."

"Okay." She turned around, leaning against the counter and smoothed her maid's uniform. "She loves you too."

"I think so. Yeah," I agreed. "Are you mad?"

"Of course not!" She giggled. "We can do it some other time."

"No, I mean about me loving her."

"I can't get mad, Josh. You know that."

"Not even a little?"

"Hmmmm…" She tilted her head as she pretended to think about it. "Nope!"

"Okay."

"Are you going to sell me?"

"What?" I blinked at her.

"I'm only curious," Tiffany said. "I think I'd like to know before it happens."

"I'm not gonna sell you."

"Good!" She smiled brightly. "I like it here."

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Did they do something to you? I mean, besides give you a tan. Did they…Fix you?"

"I wasn't broken, Josh."

"I know, but…" I sighed. "Do you still love me?"

"Mmmm…" She cocked her head and frowned.

"Don't start crying!"

"I won't!" Tiffany giggled. "I'm thinking."

"Oh."

"I feel a great sense of satisfaction when you're happy."

"Uh…"

"Is that love?"

"I don't know," I said with a sigh, but in my heart I didn't think so.

"Me neither!" She giggled. "I'd better finish cleaning the kitchen."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I guess I'd better get going too."

"See you later, Josh." She kissed my mouth. "Have fun!"

"Uh, yeah. Bye."

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"They broke Tiffany," I said, scratching my head and feeling frustrated. "God! She's all weird now!"

"What?" Candy frowned at me. "Sit down or something. What's the matter?"

"Tiffany!" I said. "She was perfect before, now she's…just a robot."

"She is a robot!" Candy giggled and reached for my arm, pulling me to the sofa.

"I asked her if she loved me and she had to think about it."

"She can't love you."

"She said she's satisfied when I'm happy."

"So?" Candy straddled my thighs with her knees, sitting on my lap with her arms around my neck.

"She loved me before," I said. "She never said it, but I knew."

"I love you," Candy whispered. "Do you know that?"

"I know, but…"

She kissed me softly and I felt her tongue tickling my lips. Candy liked making out more than anything else in the world. It's all she wanted to do, which was fine with me because I pretty much just wanted to have sex with her every chance I got. She wasn't like Tiffany, you know; Candy wouldn't just take her panties off and bend over, she had to get warmed up first. I had to make her feel good and tell her how much I loved her, getting her hot enough that she wouldn't stop me when I pushed my cock inside her.

It seemed like a lot of work sometimes, but mostly I didn't complain. I did love her quite a bit; I just wished she was more like Tiffany sometimes, especially when it came to sex. I hadn't even tried asking Candy to suck my dick yet. Every time I thought about it, I felt nervous because she might get mad. Like I thought she was a slut or something, you know. Nice girls, especially the spoiled rich ones, didn't suck a lot of cock probably. That's why they'd invented girls like Tiffany!

I had to stop thinking about her and concentrate on my girlfriend.

"You're beautiful," I breathed, holding Candy's butt with my hands under the long sweater she wore.

It must have been her dad's, which seemed kind of weird, but she looked incredibly sexy in it. Candy had to pull the sleeves way up so they were fat bundles of soft wool, but it fell just below her ass and barely covered her pink panties. She wasn't wearing a bra either and her stiff nipples had found their way through the loose weave. I brought my hands between us so I could play with them while we kissed. I loved squeezing her firm tits and teasing Candy's nipples with my thumbs.

"Tell me you love me," she whispered, kissing my ear and licking it.

"I love you."

"Yessss…" she sighed, rocking her hips and rubbing her pussy against the erection trapped inside my pants.

Her lips found mine again and we must have kissed for half an hour. My tongue started feeling sore and my lips were bruised and tender. She liked to suck and nibble my lips and I did the same with hers. I squeezed her tits harder, really pushing against her chest as she'd arch her back and fight it. Candy liked it that way and she had such an awesome body. Her boobs weren't as big as Tiffany's, but they were still nice and every bit as firm and heavy. Her waist wasn't so wonderfully thin as Tiffany's perhaps, and she had narrow, boyish hips for sure, but what a perfect ass! God! And Candy's legs were long and smooth, and creamy like butter.

She kept kissing me while lifting her butt so I could get my pants off. Candy held my face in her hands, Frenching me almost desperately with her tongue swishing and swirling wetly around mine. I had my cock loose and I held it in my hand, pointing it straight up as I tugged the crotch of her panties aside. Candy moaned and tightened all over as she lowered her pussy and took me inside her pussy. She felt incredibly hot, like a furnace burning between her thighs, and always so tight in the beginning.

We'd been making love every night for over a week, but it always felt like the first time. Her pussy would open only slowly, reluctantly stretching around the head of my cock. The small mouth of her sex slid down the shaft like a fist, squeezing me with sharp spasms that made her shiver in my arms. I held Candy against me with my arms around her waist, pulling her down as I lifted my hips. I had to have all of her. I couldn't wait. I couldn't fuck her slowly, not the first time. I drove my cock inside her with a gasp and I saw the pain flashing across her face, but it passed quickly. Candy smiled and opened her shining brown eyes, letting her breath go as she relaxed.

"It feels better this time," she whispered. "I like it now."

"You mean you didn't before?" I teased her, both of us sitting very still as her pussy throbbed around my cock.

"I kinda did," Candy sighed, putting her chin on my shoulder and kissing my ear. "I wanted to like it."

"I love fucking you," I breathed, pulling her against me as I rocked my hips. "You feel so good inside."

"Uh hmmm…" she moaned softly, moving with me as we made love.

She never made a lot of noise, not like Tiffany who could be quiet or noisy depending on where we were and who was home. Even with that big house completely empty, Candy barely made a sound. She would gasp or groan every now and then, but that's all. She didn't cum either. Tiffany always had an orgasm when we fucked, sometimes more than one, but Candy hadn't gotten off yet. At least, not so far as I could tell. I kept trying though and it had sort of become my mission, except it could be hard to remember that when I started getting close to cumming. Sex is kind of selfish at the moment of truth.

I kissed her tits while Candy cradled me to her body, wrapping her arms around my head and lifting her butt up and down. Her innocent pussy had started getting used to being fucked and that made it better, made it less uncomfortable as she rode my cock faster and harder. Biting her tits through her sweater made it good for her too. She seemed to love the odd sensation, the texture of that scratchy wool and the pressure of my mouth as I'd move from one to the other. I licked her nipples where they poked out and used my teeth to gnaw at the fabric and find her soft skin beneath. I grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her panties tight between her cheeks like a thong.

"Oh! Ummm…Ohhh! J-Josh! Stopohmygodyes!" Candy suddenly gasped and I had no idea what language that was supposed to be!

She jerked wildly, dropping her butt on my thighs with a sticky slapping sound, driving every inch of my cock into the bottom of her pussy. Candy couldn't seem to breathe and she held me so tightly against her tits that I couldn't breathe either, but that didn't matter. I felt her sex sucking on my cock like a fat straw, clasping itself around the shaft and squeezing with rapid contractions of pleasure. A second later, she pushed me away, pinning my shoulders against the sofa as her tongue filled my mouth. She came for a long time, several minutes at least, and somewhere in the middle of Candy's very first orgasm, I started cumming as well.

It seemed perfect and for a second there I forgot where we were…and who we were!

"Oh, God…Tiffany…" I breathed. "I love you so much."

"Wha…What?" Candy blinked at me.

"I love you," I repeated, kissing her lips. "What's wrong?"

"You called me Tiffany," she panted.

"No I didn't."

"You jerk!" Her hands slapped at my chest, pushing us apart. "Let go! Let me up!"

"Candy!" I hugged her around the waist, feeling my cock still inside her and pulsing weakly with my fading orgasm.

"No! Go fuck her! I don't care!"

"It was an accident," I said, rolling over as she tried to get away. 

There'd grown a desperation inside me, a terrible fear of losing her that I couldn't accept. She pulled away from my cock, but ended up on her back with me on top of her. Candy half-sat, half-lay on the sofa and I found myself with one knee on the carpet and the other straddling the cushions. I still held her and I pushed with my hips, finding her slick pussy right there for my cock. I drove into her hard and tried to kiss her, thinking all we had to do was have sex again and everything would be okay.

"Stop it! No! Get away!" She gasped and grunted the words loudly, slapping my back and shoulders with her palms.

Candy's knees jerked against my hips as she kicked her widespread legs. I chased her mouth with mine, kissing her cheeks and feeling her lips passing back and forth as she'd shake her head. Her eager pussy seemed to be the only part of her not fighting me. My cock rode the tight, cum-filled throat of her sex easily. When her hand slapped my face, I still didn't stop. I rammed my cock inside her so hard that Candy jerked upright, frozen with her mouth open and her eyes wide. I'd found something new inside her, someplace I'd never touched before, but I barely noticed as I took advantage of the moment and covered her mouth with mine.

I caressed her tongue and hunched my hips, moving my cock only a fraction of an inch and for whatever reason, Candy kissed me back. Her tongue moved against mine and a low, guttural moan rose from her belly as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. She shuddered with a sudden rush of cum, her pussy clutching at my cock with those sharp contractions I'd quickly learned to love. I fucked Candy through her orgasm and then another. She wouldn't stop cumming it seemed and I had to join her. We'd both grown hot and sticky, breathless and damp with sweat, and I poured what little sperm my balls had left inside her with a sigh of obscene pleasure.

"You're still a jerk," she breathed a few minutes later, kissing my lips over and over. "I don't know why I love you."

 

Chapter 3