by Amy Brent
I knew bragging about my cars and jets and money wasn’t going to impress her. No, a woman like Candice Carlson didn’t care about those sorts of things.
I had a winning personality. I was funny and charming and good looking and in great shape. Oh, and modest. I was very modest. And according to dozens of women in the greater Chicago area-- and around the world -- one hell of a great lay.
I could impress her with the size of my dick and my ability to rock and roll all night long, but that was a Phase Two move.
I had to get her to Phase One first.
I had to get her to like me.
Then everything else would fall into place.
Candice
A team from Anderson Telecommunications was waiting on the tarmac when we touched down in Tucson. Tanner and Costas climbed into the back of a stretch limo with the Anderson execs and went one way, and the Goldman team was shuffled into a van driven by an assistant and ferried to the Anderson offices in downtown Tucson.
Even though the rest of the country was frozen solid, winter in Tucson felt like spring back in Nebraska. It was nearly seventy-degrees and sunny as we stepped off the plane. We all peeled off our Chicago-winter coats and left them on the plane before getting into the van.
I spent the entire day locked in a room with half a dozen analysts and a manager from Anderson’s network expansion group. The task was to conduct cost analysis on their major market expansion plans. It was my job to determine if Anderson’s plans were realistic or inflated to drive the acquisition stock price higher.
Stan appeared at the door around six and said to call it a day. I was never so happy to see him in my life. By the time I got settled into my hotel room, it was nearly eight o’clock and my brain was fried.
I stripped off my clothes and hung them neatly on hangers, then went in to take a quick shower. The hot water felt wonderful as it melted away the tension from my neck and shoulders.
I didn’t realize how stressful the day had been, or how my muscles had tied into knots. I closed my eyes and wished that Tanner was there in the shower behind me, rubbing away the tension from my shoulders as his cock slid into me from behind.
My stomach growling forced me back to reality. I remembered that I hadn’t eaten anything since the honey bun earlier in the day.
Oh well, save that fantasy for another day.
I turned off the shower and reached for a towel.
I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and a ratty Harvard t-shirt. Some women slept in nightgowns, some in negligees, some in the nude. I dressed comfortably for bed. I had no one to impress.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail and picked up the room service menu from the dresser. I called down and ordered a cheeseburger and fries and a chocolate shake. When I was out of town, my usual healthy-eating regiment went out the window.
I picked up the remote and settled back on the bed to watch a little television until my not-so-healthy dinner arrived.
I was thirty minutes into a rerun of The Housewives of Orange County when someone knocked on the door. They called out, “Room service!”
“Just a minute,” I called back. I clicked off the TV and hopped off the bed. I scooped my purse off the dresser so I could give the guy a tip.
When I opened the door, there stood Tanner Wright, wearing a chef’s hat and pushing a cart that held an assortment of covered dishes.
“What the heck?” I asked with a wide smile. “What are you doing?”
“Delivering your dinner, madam,” he said, sweeping his arms over the cart of food as if he had made it magically appear. “May I come in or would you prefer to dine in the hallway?”
I stepped aside to let him push the cart into the room. He directed me to sit on the foot of the bed and made a show of taking the covers off the dishes.
“For Madam Carlson this evening we have a lovely fresh garden salad, which, if I may recommend, you just toss in the trash because it’s really just rabbit food.”
He lifted the silver cover off the first plate.
“As the main course, we have a magnificent filet mignon, garnished with baby carrots and garlic mashed potatoes.”
He lifted the next cover.
“For dessert, we have a lovely slice of strawberry cheese cake and to drink, we have coffee, tea, or…”
He reached beneath the cart and brought out two six packs of beer. “Coors in the bottle, my personal favorite.”
“You’re really something,” I said with a grin. I lifted my chin and let my eyes go around the plates. “It looks like you brought enough for two.”
He mocked a look of surprise. “Did I? Oh my, the kitchen must have messed up your order. I’ll have them flogged at once.”
“I can’t eat all of that,” I said with a shrug. I arched my eyebrows and smiled up at him. “Maybe you’d like to join me?”
Tanner grinned and plucked the chef’s hat off his head. He tossed the chef’s hat on the cart and rubbed his hands together and smiled.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he growled. “I’m famished!”
Tanner spread the food out on the little table in front of the window and we sat on opposites sides and dug in. We both ate like starving souls. The food was amazing.
We trashed the salads.
The filet melted in my mouth.
The dessert literally made me moan.
For hours, we chatted like old friends as we stuffed our bellies with food and washed it down with cold beer. Tanner talked about his life, how he started the company in his parents’ garage when he was just a teenager, how he met Henry Costas at MIT and convinced him to become his partner, how he and Henry had built the company from the ground up.
There lots of victories, but I could sense a sadness when he talked about his personal life. He’d never been married. He had never even come close. He admitted to being a playboy, but in a moment of reflection, he said he would love to meet the right girl someday and start a family. I watched his eyes as he spoke. The douchebag I’d met the day before was no longer there.
He had been replaced by – dare I say – a nice guy.
Tanner leaned back with his fifth or six beer and sighed. “Yes, sir, it’s been an interesting ride.” He took a sip and flexed his eyebrows at me. “What about you, Candice Carlson, with your snappy business suits and an MBA from Harvard. Why is there no significant other in your life?”
I held the bottle to my lips and tried to be coy. “Who said there wasn’t a significant other in my life.”
“Facebooks says,” he shot back.
The bottle froze at my bottom lip. “Oh, my god. You scoped me out on Facebook?”
He huffed at me. “OMG, you scoped me out on Facebook? Of course, I did. Don’t you know, Facebook reveals all. And according to your relationship status, you are single.”
“Why isn’t there a relationship status that says none of your fucking business?”
“I think there is, actually,” he said with a thoughtful pout. “It’s the one right under ‘fuck off and die’.”
I drained the bottle and he handed me another. Then I made the mistake of telling him about Scott, and how his mother had forced him to break up with me.
“What a pussy,” he growled.
“Oh, you have no idea,” I said, smacking my lips. “Scott took the word pussy to new heights.”
“He set the pussy bar higher for all mankind,” Tanner said seriously. “Fucking mama’s boy.”
“You got that right.”
“Let me tell you something,” he said, bobbing in and out, slurring his words a little. “If you were my girl and my mom said to dump you?” He poked out his bottom lip and shook his head. “I’d say mom, no fucking way. Do you know how hard it is to find a nice girl out there!”
I almost blew beer though my nose. I grabbed a napkin and wiped my mouth as he grinned at my reaction. I waved my hands in front of my face to fan away the tears of laughter.
Almost in jest (almost) I asked, “So, you th
ink I’m a nice girl?”
Tanner licked the beer from his lips and gazed into my eyes. “I think you are a very nice girl,” he said. “Do you think I’m a nice boy?”
“Oh no,” I said, feeling the flush of the alcohol flowing through my veins. I leaned in and batted my eyes at him. “I think you’re a bad boy, Mr. Wright. A very bad boy, indeed.”
I drained the bottle and slammed it on the table.
Tanner
I gotta admit, I was a little shocked -- and more than a little turned on -- when Candice guzzled the remaining beer out of the bottle like a biker at a drinking contest and slammed it on the table.
She ran her tongue around her lips and blinked at me. She was a little drunk. We both were. But not so drunk that we didn’t know what was about to happen.
She burped and gave me a silly smile.
I burped louder and gave her a bigger smile.
I reached across the table for her. She put her hand in mine. She got out of her chair and came around to me. She straddled my legs to sit on my thighs, and put her hands on my cheeks.
She brought her mouth to mine and stared into my eyes as her tongue darted across my lips. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine and our tongues began to rock and roll.
In an instant, my hands were exploring her body. She was wearing a pair of loose boxer shorts. I slid my hands into the leg holes and dug my fingers into her ass cheeks. I could feel her big tits pressing into my chest. She writhed against me as we kissed. I felt my blood beginning to boil.
“No one can know,” she said, breathing into my ear as I nibbled the ridge of her jaw. She had her hands on the sides of my head. She pulled my head back to look at me. “Tanner, do you hear me? No one can know.”
“I hear you,” I said, gazing into her eyes. “No one can know.”
She stared deeply into my eyes for a moment, as if trying to determine if I was telling the truth or just saying it to get laid. Quickly satisfied, she pressed her lips to mine again and started tugging up my t-shirt. I pulled my hands from her ass and tugged the shirt over my head. She did the same.
Her beautiful breasts bounced as the shirt came off her head. Her breasts were full and round and milky white. Her areolas and nipples were like dark strawberries on two porcelain plates.
My hands went to her breasts and gently massaged them as my fingertips teased her nipples.
God I loved those big, natural breasts…
Nothing felt as good in a man’s hand as a woman’s natural tits.
Okay, fine, I like the fake ones, too, but Candice’s were freakin’ amazing.
My cock was hard and ready to play.
It pushed against my jeans as she slid her ass and cunt back and forth against my thigh.
I put my hands on her ass again and lifted her up as I got out of the chair.
She wrapped her legs around me and I carried her to the bed.
Candice
“Oh, my god, Candice Carlson. What are you doing?”
It was the little voice in my head that sounded like my mother.
“I’m getting laid, mom,” the little voice that sounded like me replied. Wait. Of course it sounded like me. It’s my voice. Duh.
“You can’t do that, Candice. Not with him.”
“Yes, I can, mom. Just watch me. I mean, no mom, don’t watch, ooh, gross…
“You’ll regret it.”
“I know, mom. Now fuck off!”
I could feel Tanner’s hard cock beneath me as I squirmed against his lap. My lips were locked on his. My fingers were in his hair. His hands were on my ass.
He picked me up as I were light as a feather and carried me to the bed. He set me on the edge of the bed, then pushed my shoulders back. He eased the boxer shorts down my legs and tossed them aside. With his hands on my knees, he spread my legs and smiled when he saw how wet I was.
That’s another side note about being a virgin for you: it’s like freakin’ Hot Springs, Arkansas down there all the time. My pussy was so wet I could feel hot juices running down my taint and into my asshole, like a hot mountain stream.
Tanner kept his hands on my legs as he got to his knees. My cunt was at the edge of the bed. He slid his hands slowly down my thighs.
I held my breath in anticipation of the first hand to touch my clit that wasn’t own.
The second Tanner’s thumbs brushed against my clit hood my entire body shook, as if I was having a spasm. But it wasn’t a spasm. It was the first shudders of an orgasm that had been building inside of me for years. It had waited patiently in my womb since puberty, like a dormant volcano waiting for the elements to demand its eruption.
I sucked in air through my teeth and cupped my breasts together. I squeezed my nipples as Tanner’s fingers explored the folds of my pussy.
“Beautiful,” I heard him say as he bent his head to place gentle kisses on my pussy lips. His lips found my clit and another shudder rumbled through me. My pussy was flowing as Tanner’s lips and tongues swirled around my clit and his fingers found my opening. I felt him slide in one finger, then two. His hand was lubricated by my juices. His fingers slid in easily. There was a little pain, but I tried to ignore it.
Nothing was going to stop me from having Tanner’s cock inside me. Nothing.
I felt the orgasm building from deep within my body. Tanner quickened the pace of his finger-fucking as he sucked on my clit like a Tic Tac (don’t you just love these drunken sex analogies?).
“I’m… cumming…” I said, squeezing my breasts until they ached. “Oh… my… GOD…”
I bucked my ass off the bed and pressed my pussy into Tanner’s face. He slid the fingers out of me and covered my pussy with his mouth. He sucked and licked and swallowed and moaned until I stopped thrashing on the bed and begged him to stop.
“Beautiful,” he said again, rubbing my thighs and smiling with a face covered in my tangy sauce. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand like a man finishing a satisfied meal. He got to his feet and stared down at me as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.
“Let me do it,” I said, pushing myself up. I dug my fingers into the waistband and pulled the jeans and his underwear down his long legs together. His cock sprang up and bounced in my face.
“Careful,” he said, smiling down at me. “You’ll put your eye out with that thing.”
“Shut up,” I said with a grin. I let my eyes go down his body. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. His chest and shoulders were round with muscles. His nipples were hard like little pebbles. My eyes trailed down his chiseled abs and came to rest at the crop of thick brown curls and the cock that emerged from them. It was long and girthy, thickly veined with a head that mushroomed before my eyes.
I took in a slow, deep breath and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. Tanner sighed as I started slowly pumping my hand back and forth along the shaft from base to head. I couldn’t help but stare at it. It was the first cock I’d ever seen that wasn’t in a magazine or on a computer screen. And certainly, the first cock I’d ever touched. I loved the way it felt in my hand, so hard, so warm, so long… so… addictive…
Tanner put his hands on my shoulders as I played with his balls with one hand and milked the shaft with the other. When I lowered my lips to give the head a little kiss, his fingers dug into my shoulders and he moaned my name.
He smiled as the head of his cock disappeared into my mouth and my tongue swirled along the underside. I was suddenly glad that I’d watched enough online porn to make most teenage boys blush. Hey, give me a break. When you’re a virgin, you have to do research so you’ll know what to do if and when the time comes. I’m not freakin’ Loretta Lynn, you know. There will be no surprises for me beneath the covers come my wedding night.
“Oh, god, Candice,” Tanner said as I quickened the pace of my hand on his shaft and the suction of my lips. “I want you. I want to fuck you. I want to be inside of you.”
I let his cock slide out of my mouth and he
pushed me back on the bed. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again. A good, long, hard, sloppy wet kiss that made my toes tingle.
“I have to tell you something,” I said, whispering in his ear.
“What is it?” he asked as he took my earlobe between his teeth.
“I’ve never done this,” I said.
He propped up on his hands and frowned at me.
“You’ve never done what?”
“This,” I said, gazing into his eyes. “I’ve never had sex.”
He blinked at me for a moment. “You haven’t?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well, why not?”
I blew out a heavy sigh that made his hair wave. “I was saving myself.” Tears came to my eyes. “How stupid was that, huh. I’m the silly girl who saved herself for years for a guy who broke up with me because his mommy told him to.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. Now I’d done it. Talk about a mood killer.
“I’m glad you waited,” Tanner said. I opened my eyes to see him smiling softly at me. “But are you sure you want to do this with me?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I said, sniffing back the tears.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.”
“Do you want me to make love to you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
My eyes went around his. “Yes.”
“Then, shhhh….”
He pressed his lips to mine again. This time the kiss was soft and caring. His tongue slowly went around my lips, then probed inside my mouth to find my tongue waiting.
I spread my legs and Tanner lowered himself onto me. I reached down and took his cock in my hand and guided the head to my opening. He lowered his hips until the head was just about to slip inside me. He didn’t take his eyes off mine.
I knew every woman was different. I knew that losing my virginity required that Tanner break through my hymen. I knew there could be pain as he tore through the thin veil of tissue. But once inside, the pleasure would override the pain. At least that’s what I was counting on.
