He returned with a bottle of flavored water, and I drank it down eagerly.
“Thank you.”
“Are you feeling okay to leave now?”
I nodded. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t get out of there quickly enough.
We walked out of the classroom, and I followed him out to the teacher’s parking lot. He unlocked the door of a Chevrolet Impala and opened it for me. I climbed inside. It had black leather interior and a comfy seat.
“Nice car,” I told him.
“Thanks. Have to treat yourself sometimes, right?”
“Sure.”
He started the engine, and I sat back in my seat, not knowing what to say now that we were outside of the classroom. For a minute I allowed myself the fantasy that we were a couple and he was taking me home from a date. It was times like this that I could have cursed my parents for living close by the school as we pulled up outside our townhouse in what seemed to have been the blink of an eye.
“Are you okay to get out, or do you want me to help you to the door and tell your mom that you were unwell?”
“Oh my God, no.” The words burst out of me before I could consider them. I sat back in the seat looking flushed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Newell, that sounded ungrateful. It’s just my mom would lecture me about not eating when half the time she gets the staff to serve steamed vegetables and fish for dinner because ‘we must fit into our clothes well’.” I turned to him. “I’m almost eighteen, Mr. Newell, and my mom needs to start realizing that soon. I hope for a life outside of her world. If you came to the door, she’d treat me like a child, and I’m not.”
He nodded, pausing for a moment. “My name is Parker.” He told me. “And I’m okay if you call me that in tutoring, but not anywhere else, okay?”
I stared at him, my mouth agape. “P-Parker.”
He undid the locks.
“Well, I hope you feel better soon, Candy. I’ll see you in English on Monday and then for your next tutorial after school Monday. But,” He looked at me sternly. “I’ll be asking if you ate and if you didn’t, I’ll send you straight home.”
I shook my head in agreement. Though he was right to lecture me, by giving me his first name one minute and scolding me the next he had managed to make me feel like a child again. It was a blunt reminder that he was my teacher and I was a student.
“Night, Mr. Newell,” I said, letting him know firmly that I was keeping things professional. Then I left the car and went across the sidewalk and up the steps of our townhouse without looking back.
I ate the dinner prepared for me. Sofia, one of the staff, informed me that my parents were out for dinner for the evening. I excused her to her room, saying I was fine for the night. When I’d eaten, I sat with my head in my hands and thought about my day. I knew I was a fool over Mr. Newell, but there was something about him, which felt beyond a student crush. When his hand had touched my shoulder, I’d felt a shiver throughout my body. I was sure we had a connection. He’d given me no indication of any attraction to me on his part though. I slammed my fist down on the table. It was like my crush three years ago on Justin Bieber. It must be my hormones or something. My mind felt frantic like I needed to calm myself down, to think sensibly. In frustration I ran up to my bedroom, my place of comfort and I threw myself down on my bed and picked up my novel.
Which turned out to be a big mistake.
The main female character of the book had almost been killed in a freak accident. She was unhurt apart from a scrape to her forehead, and after being checked out at the hospital, she’d returned home, where the main male character of the book, had vowed to look after her, feeling responsible. The book had been a slow burn, and now it was lit dynamite exploding across the pages. As I read on, I did what I always did when reading, imagined myself as the heroine. But this time the hero had a face too—Parker Newell’s.
The characters kissed and as they did I pictured Parker and me in the car, the same passion combusting between us like that in the book.
He grabbed my chin in his hands and tilted his face up to look at mine. “My god, you are so beautiful.”
My chin trembled under his touch.
“Are you cold? Why are you shivering?”
“I’m shivering because I want you so much.”
Somehow the seats magically lowered and there were no uncomfortable parts of the car in the way. We were just wrapped in each other’s arms, mouths open and tongues exploring. Our breath was audible and was causing the car windows to steam up. His fingers swiftly unbuttoned my blouse, and he slipped a hand inside my bra cupping my breast. My nipple pebbled under his touch.
“Is this okay? Tell me this is okay?”
“This is more than okay.”
I grabbed his other hand and slipped it under the edge of my skirt. He didn’t need any further encouragement. His hand trailed up my thigh, higher and higher, while his mouth continued to devour mine and his fingers pinched my nipple, making me cry out in desperation.
“Please. I need to feel you there.”
His fingers slid under the edge of my silky, lace panties and I gasped as he trailed a finger tip through my slick, warm heat.
“So wet, you want me.”
“I do, I want you so, so much.”
His fingers delved and teased, tickling and tapping my sensitive bud one minute and then entering me the next. I groaned as I felt his digits inside me twisting, seeking out my orgasm. He plunged his fingers in and out of me, while his thumb flicked across my nub.
“Come for me, Candy. Come for me.”
“I want you. I need to feel you inside me. Let me do this.”
I pulled down his pants and released his shaft. It was huge. In my daydream, there was no virginity, no pain. I took charge. We moved until I was sitting astride him and then I lowered myself onto his cock, filling myself up.
“Oh, Candy. Oh, Christ. You fit me like a glove. I’m not going to last long.”
I held onto his shoulders and stared into his eyes as I rode him. Up and down, round and round, until I felt us heading towards our glorious climaxes.
“Fuck, Candy, I’m gonna blow.” Parker held on tightly to my hips as he thrust upwards hard and then I lost it, spasming around his glorious cock.
And then I realized where I was. In my bedroom at home, the book long since was thrown to the side on my bedcovers. My panties were down, my fingers inside myself as I recovered from the strongest climax I’d ever given myself. One of my breasts was outside of my bra. I quickly pulled my hand away and pulled my bra cup back up. My face heated. Oh, my God, it had all seemed so real. How was I going to face him now, after imagining that had happened between us?
I headed for my shower, to wash away the guilt and shame that had overcome me at my wanton behavior. There was only one thing I could do, and that was to get a date my age. It was time to see if Julian Murphy did like me and wanted to take me to prom because something needed to come along to redirect my mind and fast. I’d throw myself into dating the jock and concentrating on my birthday party and prom. Maybe I needed to stop the extra tutoring I considered, as I soaped myself up with Molton Brown Vanilla and Violet shower gel. But I dismissed the thought. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. He couldn’t be mine, but I’d value that time I got to spend with him learning more about my favorite subject every week. I was talking about the subject of English, wasn’t I?
Chapter 4
Candy
The next morning I headed down for breakfast. My parents were not rushing around for once, though my father’s head was behind a business newspaper and lowered just long enough for him to tell me ‘good morning.'
My mom patted the seat next to her as if I ever sat anywhere else.
“Now, Candace. I’ve been doing some planning for your eighteenth. I’ve booked the top floor of The Norton Hotel. Or rather, the planner I have secured for the event has. She’ll be coming to see us this evening, so if you can be in around seven tonight, we’ll talk menus and
themes, though I think themes are rather vulgar and we should just keep everything classy. I certainly want no mention of Belle or getting books as presents. Goodness, Candace. You’ll be gifted jewelry not scraps of paper.”
“Mother,” I shouted. “That’s not what I want.”
My father dropped his newspaper down again. “Now be a good girl, Candy. Your mom knows exactly how to throw a party, and with her eye for design it will be beautiful.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” I told him, picking up a glass of orange juice in one hand and a croissant on a plate in the other. “It would just be nice to have my voice heard once in a while.”
“Oh, these teenagers, they think they know it all.” My mom smiled at my father before turning to me. “One day you’ll thank me for not allowing you to embarrass yourself. The photos of the event will be around for the rest of your life you know.”
“Mom. I won’t be attending this evening. I’m going to the movies after school. You arrange everything with the planner and just let me know where to show up. If you’re interested in knowing who I’d like to invite, then please ask though I’m sure you’ve already drawn up a list. Then if you could arrange for me to be measured and get me whichever dresses you think would be suitable, I’ll just show up like the good little puppet I am.”
“Oh darling, you are overreacting.”
“Am I? I’m going back to my room. You’re only interested in what everyone else will think, not about me.”
“Candace. You will not speak to your mother like that. We always want what is best for you. Apologize at once.”
Though I wanted to smash every item at the table, I knew no good would come of it. I just needed to count down the days until I could escape attending college.
“I’m sorry, mother. I know you only have my best interests at heart.”
Then I left the room with my glass of orange juice, and my croissant, only eating because I didn’t want to pass out at school. I was tired of being treated like a damn child. Somehow, and I didn’t know how I’d do it yet, I needed people to see me as the adult I was close to becoming.
I went up to my room and ate my breakfast before getting ready, and then I waited for Larissa to text. She was waiting at the curb with Jeff.
“Larissa. I can’t take this much longer. They’re planning every part of my life. My party, what I’ll do when I leave school. I bet my mom even has a list of suitable future husbands.”
“Sorry, babe. It sucks, I know. You’re just gonna have to find your own man, preferably a rich one so it closes your mom’s mission down and means you can escape.”
I turned to Jeff. “Do you think you could let Julian know I might be interested?”
“Sure.” Jeff carried on driving.
“Seriously?” Larissa squealed. “You’re gonna give him a shot? We can double date!”
I wish my enthusiasm were as high as my best friends.
“Why not?” I told her, figuring I’d rather double date than have to go anywhere with him on my own. Maybe he’d be an okay guy once I got to know him and I was being judgmental, but all I’d seen was him acting like the girls on his arm were fortunate to be there. I made a silent note in my head that I wasn’t going to fall in line. He could chase me. I was going to be different.
“Lar. Can we go shopping after school? I told my mom I was going to the movies with you, but I need some new clothes for getting Julian’s attention. Maybe a haircut too.”
“Candy. Oh, my God. Yes, let’s shop. I love this.”
I smiled at her.
“Oh, babe. It’s great to see a smile on your face. You’ll get the better of your mom one day.”
I told her about the plans for my party.
“Well, you know that even though you think it’s boring, everyone will want to be there to celebrate the eighteenth birthday of Candace Appleton, daughter of the great Irena and Art. What you need to make sure is that you outshine your mother completely. So, let’s shop for your party too. Don’t let her get you a dress, let’s get you one that shows you are all grown up and beautiful.”
My heart beat faster with excitement. “You are so right. I’ll do what my parents want, what they expect, but I’m going to do it in style.”
“Atta girl.” Larissa high-fived me.
In the cafeteria, at lunch, Julian joined our table. There was me, Larissa, Jeff and a few others who we regularly hanged with but it was the first time in a while since Julian sat with us. Usually, he sat with the rest of the baseball team, with his most recent ex-girlfriend Brandy hanging around.
He sat diagonally from me. I looked up at him once he’d taken his seat and smiled.
“Hi.” He said, and then he engaged another girl at our table in conversation. It was play hard to get 101 and was fine with me. I found it quite pathetic, but from tomorrow I was determined that Julian Murphy would be begging me to date him.
After school, I met with Larissa. Jeff, bless him, agreed to drop us off at the mall and pick us up when we were finished, which Larissa assured him wouldn’t be any time soon with all the shopping we would be doing and the fact my hair may take a while.
“So, what look are you going for?” she asked me. “What’s the vision for the new you?”
“Well,” I tilted my hips and pouted. “I need to look grown up, but sexy. Not, slutty high school tramp sexy but too good for Julian Murphy sexy. If he wants me, he’s gonna have to work for it.”
Larissa clapped her hands together. “Oh, Candy. I love this new attitude. Let’s shop!” She threaded her arm through mine, and we hit the first store.
With a personal shopper at our disposal, it wasn’t long before we find out what worked for me. Tailored pants with a flare at the bottom. Tops that fit against my skin yet looked classy. A sophisticated look but one that showed my figure off to perfection. I stared at myself in one of the mirrors. My hair was tied up out of the way. I dressed in a striped white and blue top with flared sleeves. It ended just above my midriff, to give a peek of my slender abs without it looking slutty. Fitted white pants with a wider leg led down to a pair of sandals with a small heel. With different hair and make-up, I’d look like a woman, not a schoolgirl. I turned to the personal shopper. “This is exactly what look I was aiming for. You’re amazing. Can you bring me anything else that makes me look like this?” Usually, I barely spent a penny of my allowance, but tonight I was going to max it out.
Ensconced in a chair at a salon I called my mom from my cell.
“Hello, darling. Is everything okay? I’m here with Suki, the planner for your party.”
“Yes, Mom. Everything is fine. I wanted to apologize again about this morning. The Norton Hotel will be amazing. Yes, also to no theme but I’d like opulence please and sophistication. Something that shows I’m growing up.”
“Oh, honey. That’s exactly what I was thinking. Lots of glitz and glamour.”
“Perfect. Oh, and Mom. I’m shopping with Larissa, instead of going to the movies. I’ve spent my allowance, and there are still things I’d like to buy. I’m having a makeover. Is it alright for me to add to your account at Maribel’s?”
“Really, darling? Oh, spend away, if it’s beautiful new clothes. Your new closet will need filling after all. Shoes, purses, totes; go wild, honey. I have an account at all the main stores so ask them to hold anything you want, and I’ll arrange for a driver to come pick everything up for you.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“I’ll look forward to seeing everything you’ve bought. Maybe one night we could go shopping together?”
“Maybe, Mom. I’ve got to go. I’m having my hair done.”
“Speak soon, darling, and leave your party to me. I promise it will be divine.”
I ended the call on my cell and turned to Larissa.
“I have an open tab to spend what I like. So, after here, let’s get us both expensive dresses for my party. My treat.”
Larissa had more than enough money of her own, but s
he understood why I want to charge her dress to the account also. “Ooh, yes. Can I have shoes and a new purse too?”
“Of course.” I told her, “and some new jewelry. Now sit beside me and have your hair done. Even if it’s just a conditioning treatment or blow out. We’re treating ourselves.”
The hairdresser ran an almost black, dark-brown color treatment through my hair. It was semi-permanent so that I could see if I liked it before I went the permanent route. Then she cut it to my shoulders, which made the waves of my hair naturally spring up and gave them extra bounce. The color added gloss. As I turned my head from side to side, I imagined the overall look with my new clothes. I was going to blow Parker…I meant, Julian, away.
“Make-up next,” I informed Larissa.
The mall was closing as we left. My feet ached from all the walking, my body ached from trying on so many outfits, and my mind ached from attempting to avoid thinking about Parker. My crush on my teacher was nothing but an embarrassing schoolgirl infatuation, and I needed to move my focus onto Julian. Once he was eating out of my hand, we might manage a decent date. While he was being an asshole, I wasn’t dating him.
What annoyed me was the fact I knew once my birthday party was announced he would be desperate to be my date and by that, gain automatic entry to one of the parties of the year. Well, I wanted him there because he wanted to be with me, not because he wanted to be there at the event. So, Operation Candace was now in full force. Yes, my friends and family would still call me Candy, that was all they’d ever known me as, (apart from my mom who refused to ever shorten my name), but inwardly the woman Candace was unfurling, and for once in my life, I was excited by something beyond books and inspirational prose.
On Monday morning, I got ready and made sure I headed down to breakfast early. I was wearing the flare-sleeved striped top and white trousers. My hair hung to my shoulders, dark and glossy, and the product recommended by the salon meant it had soft curls to it which bounced as I walked. Subtle make-up as shown to me on one of the counters at Maribel’s, made my brown eyes look huge and doe-like and my pout was pink.
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