Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1

by Anita Cox

  Dirty White Candy

  Book 1: The Beginning

  ANITA COX

  Kindle Edition

  Copyright © 2012 Anita Cox

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  **WARNING**

  This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

  DEDICATION

  Dedicated to my husband, who came up with my very naughty pen name. Also dedicated to those who have the bravery to live out loud.

  DISCOVERY

  SHE DID THAT?

  QUICK EDUCATION

  EVIL BAG

  NAP NEEDED

  PERSONAL SHOPPER

  PLEASANT SURPRISE

  THE CONTRACT

  EXPERIMENTATION

  NEW AGE THERAPY

  ENDING THE HIATUS

  LABELS

  SUCCESS

  AWKWARD GROUP

  RESULT OF CONFIDENCE

  OUT AND ABOUT

  GREENERY

  FINDING FOCUS

  PLAYMATES

  DIRTY WHITE CANDY

  MEGAPHONE

  HONESTY

  PERFECT STRANGERS

  THREESOME

  A MOMENT OF COURAGE

  THE JOURNEY

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  A NOTE FROM MISS COX

  DISCOVERY

  Sex was never anything I had craved in the past. I had cravings, don’t get me wrong, but they were generally for ice cream, pizza or a cigarette. Sex just had always seemed like a natural addition in a relationship, like having cream with your coffee.

  But after my douche bag husband up and traded me off for a younger version, I found myself alone and craving something. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was. I thought I was just lonely. I began to wonder if I missed human contact or simple interaction. Masturbation was suitable for a while. It had become a necessity during my marriage so I was fine continuing on in my single life. But it began to take longer and longer to climax, adding to my frustration.

  It didn’t take long for me to realize that sex was what I craved. Fantasies began taking up most of my spare time as I imagined others touching me, kissing me and caressing my body. But I didn’t want a relationship. I didn’t want love, flowers, teddy bears and heartache. I just wanted to fuck. While that may be crude, it’s also true. But girls who had one night stands were whores. I didn’t want to be a whore. After all, I had a reputation to maintain and a family to consider.

  One night over drinks, I confided in my friend Stacy. I needed sex, just not a relationship.

  “Why is that anything to be ashamed of?” she said with a giggle. “Everyone needs a good pounding every now and again.”

  My face flushed. “To be truthful, sex wasn’t something I had ever discussed with anyone before, not even my now ex-husband. He just did what he wanted and I accepted it. But that relationship had always left me wanting more. I wanted pleasure. I just don’t want to be a whore or a bar fly. I don’t need that sort of reputation.” I took a long, hard drink through my straw, hoping to get enough of a buzz to help me relax.

  Stacy swirled the straw in her glass, looking at the bottom of it as if she were deep in thought. “We’ve been friends for a long time. But you’re one of my stuffiest friends.”

  “I’m not stuffy!” I protested.

  “You’re an uptight prude, Candy. You are as conservative as it gets.” She raised her eyebrow. “I’ve never heard you talk about doing anything naughty at all. There is no adventure in your life, no risk.”

  Witty come-backs evading me, I began to pout while I sucked down the remainder of my drink.

  “So, what if I don’t want to be uptight?” I asked before shaking my empty glass at the bartender.

  “Candy?”

  “What?” I eyed her as I paid for my drink.

  “Say something naughty.” Stacy leaned in toward me, her eyes dancing as she smiled. “Say something raunchy.”

  “Here?” I leaned back in my chair away from her.

  “Yes. Now. Do it.”

  “I will not! What if someone hears me?” My heart began thumping in my chest. What was she playing at?

  “Prude.”

  There she sat, one eyebrow raised, arms crossed, firmly making her point. Stacy knew me better than anyone and she was convinced I was a prude.

  I was not a prude, just inexperienced and easily embarrassed. My face burned red, but this time with anger. I was not a prude and I was going to prove it. Unbuttoning my shirt to show a little more cleavage, I leaned in toward her. “I’m so fucking horny; I could fuck every guy in this place dry and still beg for more.”

  The shock on Stacy’s face only lasted a fraction of a second as it turned into a mischievous smile. “Well done. Now, come to my place tomorrow night around eight. Nick is out of town and I’m having a toy party?”

  “Toy party?”

  “You know . . . sex toys. A woman comes and sets up different toys and explains how to use them. Sometimes she does a demonstration at certain parties,” Stacy grinned like a Cheshire cat, “usually my parties.”

  “And you do this when your husband is out of town?” Was she cheating on him? What did she mean by demonstration? How does one demonstrate sex toys?

  “Yes, but only because he’s bashful. He loves it when I have these parties.”

  “I didn’t know you were such a harlot,” I teased.

  “You have no idea!” Stacy slammed back her drink and ordered another round.

  My mind was reeling. I’d never used a toy. How did I get to be thirty-four years old and never use a toy? I felt my heart race a little at the thought of it. I didn’t want to embarrass my friend, but I didn’t want to be over dressed either.

  “What should I wear?”

  Stacy laughed at me again. “I love you.”

  “Don’t tease! What do I wear?”

  “You’re coming to my house. Wear what you want. I can’t believe the look of shock on your face when I mentioned toys and your first question is what to wear.” She shook her head.

  “Stacy, please have some pity. I’ve never been to anything like this and I don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. You’re my friend. Help me!”

  “Fine. Wear something that makes you feel sexy. The main thing is to be comfortable. Some girls come in running suits, some come in what they wore to the office and some like to dress like hookers. Just be comfy. And leave the attitude at home. If you give someone a snotty look, I’ll kick your ass!”

  I refused to protest again. She was always the brave and brazen one and I was a little on the shy side. Maybe I had come off as being a prude. Whatever the case, I was excited.

  SHE DID THAT?

  After spending most of the day ripping my closet apart, I realized I didn’t have one solitary thing in my possession that made me feel sexy. A trip to the mall and a couple of hundred dollars later, I was in my bathroom, freshly showered wearing lace panties and a matching bra that did little to hide or support anything.

  I put my eye makeup on a little darker than normal and rolled my light brown hair in rollers to give it some volume. I took a deep breath before slipping into the little black dress I bought. It was shorter than anything I had worn in a long time. I would have to be mindful of how I sat.

  It was eight o’clock, and I stood staring at Stacy’s front door so long that the bottle of wi
ne I had brought was starting to feel heavy. After a long, deep breath, I rang the doorbell.

  When Stacy opened the door her jaw dropped.

  I held up a bottle of wine and shook it. “Where’s the party?” I winked.

  “Fuck me! You look hot as hell. Who knew?” She stood back holding the door open.

  “Not so bad yourself. Tramp.”

  After slapping me hard in the ass, Stacy was quick to make introductions to the rest of her friends. I tried not to react when I saw her very large dining room table covered in fake penises, vaginas and devices that looked like they were developed for some sort of torture. How would that be any fun?

  Already scared, I retreated to the kitchen to crack open the wine.

  Drinking the first glass rather quickly, I refilled it before I joined the rest of the girls around the table. Playing it cool would be a necessity because I didn’t want to embarrass Stacy. I also wanted to be “cool enough” to come to parties. After all, if I was ever going to get laid, I had to get out of the house.

  “Hello ladies, I’m Babs.” She started thanking Stacy for having her and went through her sales speech. Boredom almost sat in and then she picked up one of the toys. That grabbed my attention.

  “This little guy here is new and probably my favorite. It works great for you single girls as well as those who have partners. Tonight, I have permission from Stacy to do a demonstration. Do I have any volunteers?”

  The lady next to me stood up. She was wearing a short skirt and a low cut top with no bra underneath. Her nipples had already erected two little tents. Her hair was as close to Dolly Parton’s as I’ve ever seen. “I’m Cassandra. I’ll volunteer!” She was grinning, looking giddy.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and take off your panties and hop up on the table.” Babs directed her like a doctor directs a patient.

  Odd.

  Cassandra slid her panties onto the floor and sat on the table. Babs laid her back and slid some sort of harness around her legs, pulling a strap up over her rear. Cassandra lay completely exposed on the table, uninhibited.

  Babs tucked something under the thin harness, over where I could only assume Cassandra’s clitoris resided.

  “You want to place it like this, so the metal part is resting on the hood. It’s completely water tight, so there’s no risk of shock.”

  “Well we wouldn’t want that!” I laughed out loud.

  At first, Stacy gave me an angry look. I thought I had screwed up. But then, all the ladies started laughing.

  “Sorry, I’m a little nervous.” I looked down.

  “I’m the one twat-up on the table.” Cassandra winked at me.

  I flushed. A slight dizzy feeling washed over me and I realized I wasn’t breathing.

  Babs was all business. “So once you have it in place, either you or your partner take over the controls. It’s a lot more intense if you have someone else do it. The button on the left increases the speed and intensity of the vibration and the button on the right slows it. If you build your partner up, then slow them down before they climax a few times before you finally turn it up, the orgasm is phenomenal.” She looked down and connected the control to the device on Cassandra. She turned a switch on the device inside the harness. “Cassandra, are you ready?”

  As if she hadn’t shocked me enough already, Cassandra stretched her shirt down below her breasts so that both popped out over the neck of the sweater. She was now bare breasted as well. “I am now.”

  I had never had any sexual experiences with other women. This was entirely new to me, but I was aroused in a way I had never experienced before. I wanted to touch her, just to see what she felt like.

  I hadn’t heard a word Babs said as I watched Cassandra’s head tilt back and her eyes close. Her breasts started to bounce as her breathing increased and she began moaning and panting. That’s when I saw one of the other women begin to fondle Cassandra’s breast. Then other hands started rubbing her legs.

  Cassandra’s moans grew louder when Babs turned the intensity down.

  “No, no, no,” Cassandra whined. She began thrusting her hips up in frustration. She reached her hand down and pressed the device.

  A red-haired woman bent over and began licking and sucking Cassandra’s nipple. She moaned in appreciation and licked her lips.

  “Fuck me! Please fuck me!”

  She was shouting now, and Babs turned the intensity up in response.

  Cassandra let out a squeal and her body tensed up. The women around me began clapping and cheering.

  I wanted to see more.

  “Fuck me, that was intense,” Cassandra said as she gasped for air.

  I looked up at Stacy who gave me a wink. All I could do was shake my head up and down.

  It took a few minutes for me to realize that my lace panties were drenched. Unsure what to do, I retreated to the bathroom. Any attempts to dry them to a comfortable state failed. Surrendering, I pulled them off and stuffed them into my handbag.

  Returning to the party, several of the women were paying for their purchased items. So I walked around the table inspecting the goods. Most of the dildos looked much too large to feel good. There were tiny vibrators the size of a lipstick. I picked one up. It seemed suitable for my first purchase.

  I continued perusing so that I didn’t look as shocked and confused as I felt when I heard Stacy’s familiar voice whispered behind me, “Stick around until the other girls leave. If you trust me, you won’t regret it.”

  The urgent need to interrogate her was nearly overwhelming. I was sans panties and wanted to flee home. But the look on her face told me not to ask questions. I remained silent as I smiled and nodded.

  QUICK EDUCATION

  When the last guest had left, Stacy locked the door behind them. She walked toward me, motioning Babs to follow.

  Suddenly, I felt like a wild animal cornered and on the defense.

  “Babs, this is my friend I told you about. She could really use our help.”

  I looked at Babs. She had far too much make-up on for a woman in her sixties and the bustier pushing up her rather large chest looked like something out of the fifties brothel. Her poorly died red hair was curled and teased beyond an acceptable level. I was supposed to rely on this woman to give me sound advice?

  “Candy, it’s very nice to meet you. Let’s have a seat at the table.” She didn’t wait for me to follow, she simply sat at the head of the table and waited.

  I wanted to politely decline and run away. But Stacy’s words about risk and adventure were still swirling around in my head. I surrendered, taking a seat near the woman. Thankfully, my dear naughty friend sat next to me.

  “I understand you’re a little repressed and uneducated about sex,” she started.

  Was punching her in the face acceptable? “You could say that.”

  “You’re right,” she said to Stacy, “this one is wound a little tight.” Babs sighed.

  My heart ached a little at her words. I stood up from the table, knowing that the two women would assume I was fleeing.

  “I need something stronger. Stacy, do you mind if I mix up some cosmos?”

  “Sure, you know where everything is.” Stacy looked a little worried, but shook her head at Babs, silencing the woman’s protests.

  Friendly, I needed to be friendly and open. “Can I make one for either of you?”

  The both nodded and stared as I mixed the ingredients. I served them the first shaker, then mixed another, drinking the first one in the kitchen and bringing the shaker to the table.

  “That’s better. Now before you fire away, understand this. I married the first and only person I had ever had sex with. I always assumed I was responsible for my own orgasm and never had any idea about any of this. I’m not a prude. I’m just horribly uneducated and a little nervous. So, Miss Babs, what would you like to know?” As soon as I ended my speech, I took a deep breath and a sip of my cocktail.

  Babs grinned at me. “Okay darlin’, first let�
��s run through the basics.” She held up a rather large dildo. “This is the largest I carry. It’s a standard dildo. They come in a variety of sizes.” She sat it down and picked up a smaller dildo with a suction cup on the end. “This one has a suction cup so that you can fix it to a wall or table.”

  The confused look on my face must have spoken volumes.

  “That way you can use it hands free. It gives you the opportunity to fondle your breasts or use a vibrator at the same time.” Stacy had interjected. “When you start exploring more, you get to know your body, what you like and how to increase the intensity of your orgasm.”

  “Oh,” was all I could mutter.

  “Next, this whole section is full of different vibrators. You have the little silver bullet here, that’s the one that looks like a lipstick. It’s great for running to the bathroom and relieving that frustration. These bigger ones are for home. This is a great massager and vibrator, but since it’s so big, be careful not to bruise your pelvic bone. It’ll be a few days before you can do anything after that.”

  I gulped. The thought of accidentally hurting myself had never crossed my mind.

  “Are you okay?” Stacy asked.

  “I really appreciate what you’re trying to do for me Stacy but I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed.” I fanned my face in an attempt to get rid of the blushing that had been nonstop for the last ten minutes.

  “It’s okay, Candy. This is just education. No one expects you to use all this stuff.” She rubbed my shoulder. “It’s just the three of us and after what you just saw here an hour ago, this is a cake walk.”