Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  Jordan stood behind him, looking as concerned as Marcus did, but he reached down and took a tighter hold of the dog’s neck, muttering to the big animal.

  “Don’t you go knockin’ over any more girls, Goldie,” he scolded, or I think he did.

  “I’m fine,” I managed, absolutely certain that my usually fair skin was a fire truck red, as I looked up at Marcus with such a whirlwind of emotions.

  “I didn’t. I just...” I trailed off, wondering what I could even say. What I’d been planning on saying. “I’m sorry, I’m just surprised, is all.”

  As I got up, my arm draped over the back of the bench, I could see the look of relief on his face. Then his own embarrassment, that big, manly man looking a bit flustered himself.

  “Sorry for sweeping you off your feet like that,” he said in a low husk. “I just didn’t want you to faint and hurt yourself even more than Goldie did,” he explained, while Jordan behind shook his head.

  “He’s a real showboater, that’s all it is, Lynn,” he said, trying to show up his more attractive cousin.

  But at least Jordan I could look at without feeling like a blubbering fool, and I nodded my head enthusiastically before realizing what I was agreeing to. Then I started shaking my head, my hair tickling my cheeks.

  “I think he’s fine,” I said, and then instantly covered my mouth with my hand.

  Marcus didn’t worsen things by making me feel any more embarrassed; he paid his cousin no heed, and didn’t bite on the slip of the tongue I just did. He only continued to smile at me handsomely and rest his hand on my knee.

  “Damn,” Jordan said, “you managed to crack Lynn… never thought she’d fall for a guy.”

  He was a handsome guy in his own right, none of the flair of his cousin from away, especially not with how he said whatever was on his mind.

  “C’mon man, you’re gonna make her blush,” Marcus said, as if I wasn’t already blushing!

  “I didn’t fall!” I quickly said, then realized that was idiotic, what with having just... clearly fallen on my ass. I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant. I just meant, that...” I trailed off, not certain what I meant, but completely certain I didn’t want to insult Marcus.

  “You’re just really nice is all,” I settled upon. A full sentence!

  Marcus smiled at me so handsomely, his cheeks dimpling a little as he rubbed his hand over my knee and across my thigh, just a little.

  “I think you’re really nice too. So… how about we get together some time and talk about a new dress, huh? Maybe… tonight?” he asked, so full of suave and charm. He wasn’t perturbed by my blathering idiocy at all.

  “She’s never gonna bite man,” Jordan said, muttering into Marcus’ ear like he thought I wouldn’t overhear. He then immediately went back to playing with his dog as Marcus continued to steal my heart with his charming smile.

  But Jordan couldn’t be more wrong. For the first time in my life, there was a real spark of interest, and before I could control it, I was nodding my head, mutely. My eyes were wide and my breath shallow, but oh how dearly I wanted it. That. Him, alone, in private.

  I didn’t even think about how awkward I’d likely make it.

  “Great,” Marcus said with that toothy grin of his, so pleased by my acceptance. It was hard to believe that hunk of a man was looking so happy to be planning a date with me. “We’ll come pick you up at seven then? Promise it’ll be a good time,” he said, arching a brow as he peered at me, all inquisitive smiles.

  His cousin, meanwhile, stared on in disbelief. He and I never really talked, but my reputation preceded me. He knew I was never excited about the sexually promiscuous nature of the island. Word got around about the odd-duck prude after all.

  And that made me flush even brighter, even my nod becoming more muted and a little less certain. I bit down on my lower lip, nervously, before I glanced to Jordan.

  “He knows where I live,” I said simply.

  The two men nodded to each other, then Marcus gave my knee a final squeeze before he rose up.

  “I’ll see you tonight then, Lynn,” he said in farewell, and my heart skipped a beat just hearing my name upon his velvety, masculine voice. His full, pink lips doing things to that simple, one syllable name I never thought possible.

  I think I was just as surprised as Jordan.

  I’d had a minor fit, earlier, trying to figure out what to wear until my mother let me borrow a simple and somewhat elegant black dress that flattered my figure. I had her help me with my makeup as well, putting on a little bit of mascara and trying to tame the constant flush in my cheeks.

  But waiting for Marcus to pick me up was agony, and I kept wondering to myself if it was a joke. If I was a joke.

  It wasn’t until they pulled up that I could even really believe that it wasn’t.

  Marcus got out of the car, looking so good in his fine suit. It was the sort of thing none of the small-town schlubs I grew up with would ever be caught in, but then, none of them looked the role of a movie star like my handsome Marcus did.

  Coming up the steps to the door for me, he extended his arm out, guiding my hand in around to hook upon his limb as he pressed his fingers about mine.

  “You look absolutely ravishing, Lynn,” he said affectionately, smiling at me so charmingly as he led me to the car, the passenger seat all mine, and his cousin relegated to the back.

  Again, I was struck quiet as I looked up at him, taking a while to manage a small, “Hi, Marcus,” before I gave Jordan a soft, tentative wave. I didn’t know what I was getting into, what had come over me, but suddenly I wanted the things that all the people in the town talked about when they thought I wasn’t near.

  That affection, those touches...

  Jordan was dressed nicer than I’d ever seen him, not as good as Marcus, but I imagined that his older cousin had taught him a thing or two, because he looked good. He gave me a smile and a wave.

  “Lookin’ good, Lynn,” Jordan said as Marcus shut my door for me, like a gentleman, and rounded back around to start the car and take us out.

  “So I was lookin’ into it,” Marcus started as he pulled us out of the driveway, “and it seems you don’t really have any high class, fine dining around here.”

  No kidding! This wasn’t the big city where studs like him could have anything they wanted. “So you know what?” He said with a big smile for me. “I decided I’m gonna cook for us.”

  My heart skipped a beat. I actually loved, more than anything, a really good home cooked meal. Something about the warmth, the smell of it cooking, the real love and passion that went into the preparation. It was so intimate and I couldn’t hide my broadening smile.

  “That sounds really cool,” I said, trying to play it off as if it were nothing.

  “Oh, he was hoping you’d think that,” Jordan said from the back. “This fancy guy here took cooking classes and all, off in Montreal,” he said, reaching out to give his cousin’s shoulder a prod.

  Marcus, as ever, showed not a single sign of being bothered by that.

  “I’m gonna make some Coq au vin that I’m sure you’ll like, Lynn,” he stated simply.

  The drive wasn’t too long. Our island wasn’t huge after all, and though the country homes were often rather spaced apart, traffic was always low, so it was speedy getting about. We arrived at their apartment building in no time, and Marcus got out to open my door and offer me his arm again.

  I took it, but only because I desperately needed it to help me balance. My knees were quaking, and I was still having a difficult time believing that I’d agreed to this date.

  I looked between them, my brows furrowed a bit as I breathed in the fresh, evening air, and allowed Marcus to lead me inside. I could already smell it cooking, the rich, heavenly scents filling the air, and I breathed them in with such interest. It didn’t smell like anything my family had ever prepared, but I could feel my mouth watering.

  “Oh wow,” I muttered, leaning down to take
off a heel.

  Their apartment was a mix of two things: stylish and manly. Stylish because of the simple yet elegant drapes, the modern furniture so sharply arranged. Manly because it still showed a hint of messiness, with a hooded sweater out of place atop the back of the sofa. But the aroma of fragrant foreign food overpowered all.

  “Come get seated, it’s all ready to be served now,” Marcus said, as he led me over to the table, adorned with a maroon cloth that matched the drapes and a bottle of wine already uncorked and ready. He pulled out my chair for me and all, helping me sit like such a gentleman.

  Which, honestly, I was really happy for since then my knees could knock under the table a bit more discretely. I felt so warm, so excited, and I wasn’t used to feeling like that, as I looked after him, watching him serve up the meal.

  “Where’s Goldie?” I managed, my words a lot softer than I’d intended.

  “Ah, Marcus there insisted we have her stay with some friends of mine. Didn’t want her bowlin’ you over again this evening,” Jordan said, sounding a little perturbed by the absence of his dog, but smiling over at her nonetheless. “Sorry again about earlier,” he said.

  I smiled bashfully and wanted to reassure him, but out came the handsome Marcus, brandishing his finely prepared French cuisine up on ovular plates. He put down mine first, the chicken served with carrots, mushrooms and potatoes, a rich aroma rising off it as I looked down.

  “It’s braised with red wine, not the Burgundy I’m used to using. Turns out the local liquor store is not that well equipped,” Marcus said with a smile as he laid out his and his cousin’s meal too, then set to pouring up our wine with a flourish.

  “I hope you enjoy,” he said with a bright – no brilliant! – smile, just for me.

  “I’m sure I’ll love it,” I said, but the heady way I said the words made it sound borderline naughty, I thought, and instinctually blushed. I wish I didn’t do that so often around Marcus. It just drew more attention to me, and I reached for my fork to hopefully distract him.

  The meal was so pleasant, even Jordan was well behaved with his cousin. The three of us talked, and Marcus told us so much about where he’d been, the thing’s he’d done. And what amazing things they were too! He’d travelled all about, working his way across Europe, spent some time in the Caribbean and South-East Asia.

  I didn’t even notice how much wine I was drinking, but the food was so delicious, the wine so tasty, and Marcus’ stories so engrossing, I was lost to it all.

  “Wanna take a seat on the couch?” Marcus asked me, and my world was all a bit hazy and swirly. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to go for a walk, but I don’t think you’re up for that,” he said so sweetly.

  And I let out a little, stupid giggle. He was right. I wasn’t much up for a walk, not when I just felt so warm and safe, even as my skin prickled and I felt like my insides were replaced with butterflies. I was... smitten.

  And so I let him take my hand, guiding me over to the plush sofa and taking a seat in the middle, crossing my legs so daintily.

  “I’ve never even been outside the town,” I confessed, blushing as I looked down at the ground. “You must think I’m so boring.”

  “No, not at all,” Marcus said to me so charitably, his arm going around my shoulders as he sat right there beside me. “I came here to quiet down. Living a life like that got very stressful, I couldn’t take it anymore. I finished my training and I just wanted to crash. So I came here, to start a nice quiet life for myself,” he said, smiling at me with his hand resting on his own knee, brushing against my thigh.

  Jordan, meanwhile, sat on the other side of me

  and though I was too tipsy and smitten with Marcus to notice

  he was rather infatuated with me.

  I’d never thought about him like that. Well, honestly, I’d never thought of anyone like that. Not until Marcus, and for some reason, that made the way Jordan was stroking my side okay. Nice even.

  Okay, I’m lying. It was actually about the nicest thing I’ve ever felt, though I was lost in Marcus’ eyes and I’m pretty sure the world could have been burning and I’d have found it a pleasure.

  “You’re staying for a long while, then?” I asked, cautiously.

  Marcus smiled at me so charmingly and leaned in closer, his hand reaching out for my thigh in such a way that it compelled me to uncross my legs and let his fingers sink in around my flesh.

  “I think I’d like to stay for good,” he said, head tilted as he hovered over my lips. “Maybe… start up a life for myself here… with a special lady,” he said, then did something I didn’t expect. Though perhaps I should have. He pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me so sweet and softly, letting his tongue lash along my two lips.

  My eyes widened, but he tasted of sweet wine and warm tenderness, and I felt my inhibitions slipping away just a little bit, even as my nerves felt frayed and worn. I’d never kissed someone before, and my lips parted slowly, a bit awkwardly, and I flushed bright red.

  He did things with that tongue of his that I didn’t know were possible, but then there was his cousin… Jordan pressed in, his lips touching my neck, adding to the sensations as the two men pressed in around me, touching me so softly with their strong, masculine hands. They were hard men, both of them. Two tall, strong guys that would’ve made any lady interested, and they both wanted me.

  I even felt one of their hands brush against my breast just lightly, and I thought it was Marcus, but in truth it was Jordan. Perhaps I just wanted it all to be Marcus.

  In the end, it didn’t matter, because I was swept up in the moment, my head too light for me to think straight, tinged with lust and yearning as I moaned and whimpered. I pulled back, slightly, my lips feeling so tingly and warm as I squirmed.

  For a second, I wanted to leave. To bolt to the door, to find my way out, eager for the fresh air.

  But it quickly passed, my curiosity and desire growing too much before I glanced away.

  “I’ve never done this before,” I whispered.

  “I know,” Marcus said to me with a sweet smile as his fingers trailed along my inner thigh so lovingly. He was such a miracle worker with everything, an amazing cook, an even better kisser, and the mere touch of his fingers brought such electricity to my skin. “You’re such a perfect girl for me though. So why don’t you let me be your firsts,” he said it more than asked, and leaned in, kissing me on the lips again as he brought his hand up my thigh further, further.

  Maybe I should have felt a bit worried about that, but I took him at face value, wanting so desperately to believe that there could be something more between us. It wasn’t even about getting pregnant, being bred, like all the other women in town. It was about the intimacy, the realness to it. That’s what made his touch so exciting.

  My legs parted, gently, tentatively, wanting to feel that buzz further and further up my skin as I sucked in a breath through my nose.

  As his fingers moved up my inner thighs to the damp warmth of my cunny, our lips lightly smacked and his tongue lashed at mine, beautifully teasing my moist muscle. I wasn’t like the other women in town, I told myself, where they just shacked up with any of the boring local boys. At least I was with an interesting, crazily handsome man from away. And his cousin.

  Though as Jordan kissed down my neck to my shoulder, and let his hand gently fondle my breast, my mind couldn’t separate those actions from what Marcus was doing. It was all him, and how much I wanted him.

  The feel of Marcus’ finger stroking over my panty-covered slit made it simply impossible to quibble over things like which of them was fondling my breasts.

  My legs spread wider, the skirt of my dress stretched over my hips, and I thought I was nearly going to explode then and there, with how excited I was. The butterflies in my chest had been replaced by birds, flapping noisily as my arousal grew and my mind went hazier.

  I leaned back on the couch, looking at Marcus with such awe as I bit in my lower lip, gnawing upon it n
ervously, my hands limply at my sides.

  His eyes remained locked with mine, those glimmering emeralds fixated on me as he reached both hands up my dress, curled his digits into my panties and slowly tugged them on down my thighs. He removed them with such grace, slipping them over my bare feet then lifting them up to his nose to inhale my scent, the look on his face like it was a drug.

  “Mmm, you smell divine Lynn,” he said so genuinely as his cousin continued to kiss at my neck and shoulder, his fingers working at my breasts as Marcus leaned back in for another locking of our lips.

  It was so embarrassing but also the biggest turn on I’d ever thought of, and my brain felt like it was going mad with lust.

  I wanted him, bad, and my hips began to rock against the couch.

  I’d always been such an innocent girl, but even innocent girls have needs, and mine were reaching the boiling point with Marcus. In truth, I’d do anything he asked of me in a heartbeat.

  His hands slid up the outside of my thighs, feeling my smooth, nubile skin, on up to my hips. It exposed my bare, glistening cunny but I could barely spare a thought to be embarrassed. Not as I was so entranced by him, and every little motion and act he made.

  Marcus reached back to his own clothes, and very slowly began to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his lean, well-muscled chest. Then lower, those stony abs… on down, down…

  He undid his pants as his cousin lowered the shoulder straps of my dress, letting my breasts spill out at the same time Marcus’ cock sprang free. So thick and hard, throbbing just for me. It was gorgeous, more wonderful than I dreamt a man’s shaft could ever be! I wanted to touch it so bad, but he brought it to me as the two men positioned me, letting me sink back into the couch as my hips were drawn nearer to the edge of the sofa.

  I kept staring at that shaft, but I couldn’t help but be a little confused. It was so... big. I didn’t know how he could possibly make it fit within me, and I wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t frighten me a little. My eyes widened, even as I squirmed against the edge of my seat, my own sex puffy and slick in anticipation.