Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1

by Anita Cox

  David’s hands squeezed my butt and pulled me hard onto him. “You’re so fucking hot. How come I don’t meet girls like you when I go out?”

  I quietly snickered. “Because we’re in sex therapy.”

  David ground himself hard into me. His arms and legs stiffened briefly before he shivered.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Cleanup, aisle three.” I laughed.

  “Ma’am?” Linda sounded angry.

  “I’m afraid we cannot continue.” I tried to sound serious and contain my laughter.

  “She’s right, I really need to clean up.” David admitted. “I couldn’t contain myself with such a beautiful woman grinding on my erection.”

  David no sooner got those words out and the two other men had climaxed as well.

  Linda directed the men to the bathroom. Apparently, part of their instructions included bringing a spare pair of underwear, as all three returned a short time later in all in new boxers.

  Once they were back, Linda instructed the women to lie on our backs. The men knelt down in front of us.

  “I have a feeling we’re about to get an oral exam.” David whispered to me.

  I stifled my laughter.

  She had them place their mouths only parted slightly on our pelvic areas and each of us were to give directions to the men to get them in the right place. This was it. This was difficult. I didn’t want to make him feel bad.

  He was a little low. I took a deep breath to try to relax.

  “Just up a bit.” I covered my face.

  “No covering up, Candy. You need to own yourself, your sex. You must take responsibility for your own orgasm. David’s never been near your clitoris before. We’re all built differently. Be responsible for getting his lips around your clitoris.”

  I wanted to kill that woman.

  I looked at David, “up just a bit more.”

  He’d hit the motherland. My clitoris firmed under his lips.

  “Now I want you to gently blow a little warm air once you get to the destination the ladies put you in.” Linda’s instructions were getting clinical.

  When David’s warm air came through my panties, my hips bucked.

  “I’m so sorry!” I gasped.

  A devious look came across David’s face and he pressed down a little harder.

  I quivered. His warm firm lips felt heavenly pressed on me through my panties. I hadn’t been touched in months and here I was, in post coital bliss from making love with a woman the night before for the first time, and now I had a complete stranger between my legs in what had to be the oddest form of therapy I’ve ever heard of.

  My body ached for release, but the knowledge of so many strangers in the room prevented me from getting there.

  I did not prevent one of the women screaming out with pleasure.

  The gentleman practicing with her complained as she had apparently squirted a substance at him. Until then, I had no knowledge of female ejaculation. Linda took a moment to scold her partner then educate us on female ejaculation.

  “That term doesn’t sound any more pleasant than squirting,” I whispered to David.

  “Do you do that?” He asked, panic on his face.

  “I never have done that before. But there are a lot of things I’ve never done. I think you’re safe though.” I whispered to him so as not to get scolded by Linda.

  He grinned at me and nodded.

  “Class, this is the end of today’s session. We will reconvene Wednesday evenings at six sharp from now on.” She gave us refreshments and suggested we clear out within the next half hour.

  “I’m not asking you on a date,” David started.

  “Thanks?”

  “What I meant to say was, well I wanted to ask,” he fumbled with his words.

  “Really, just spit it out man!” I teased.

  “Wanna go for coffee?” He asked. “I really need to talk about this class and because of the paper we signed the only person I can talk to is you, or well, the others, but I’m less acquainted with them obviously.”

  I was unable to contain the snicker. “Obviously.” When I saw his face redden, I quickly followed up with, “but sure.”

  ENDING THE HIATUS

  Having my clothes back on helped me feel a bit more comfortable. Though sitting across from David in the coffee house while we waited for our beverages felt incredibly awkward.

  “I’m beginning to question Linda’s professionalism,” I blurted.

  David’s eyes widened. “Right? I mean getting people half naked and having them emulate sex, I’m pretty sure isn’t in any medical journal.”

  The server slid our cappuccinos to us and excused herself.

  “I have a friend that suggested her. If it weren’t for that, I would have never signed that paper.” I sipped at my drink. “Yum, the mocha is good, how is the vanilla?”

  He looked at me dumbfounded. “You really want to know about my cappuccino?”

  I sighed. Socially awkward was a familiar place for me.

  “Um,” he said then took a sip, “It’s strong, velvety and has the perfect amount of steamed milk foam for my taste.” He shook his head. “Why do you think she had us in that room, doing those things?”

  “Why would you ask me?” I gripped my cup a little firmer, shifting in my chair.

  “You seem intelligent. I work with my hands. I’m good from the neck down. Figuring you for an educated woman, I guess I thought you would have a better insight to this.”

  I looked at him. He was shifting in his chair and had a death grip on his cup as well. He was just as uncomfortable as I was. So I thought about Linda’s session.

  “Okay, let’s figure this out. Why did you see her?”

  His face lost color. After looking around the room, he leaned in a bit cautiously. “I’m painfully shy. I don’t really know what I’m doing with women. When I do have girlfriends, they always seem to be bored in bed, then because I worry about satisfying them, I have, uh, issues.”

  The look of shock on my face must have been apparent.

  “What?” he asked. “I’m telling the truth.”

  I waved my hand, “No, no, it’s not that I think you’re lying, it’s just that . . .” Just say it. Why is sex so damned hard to discuss for me? “You were rock hard in there and you didn’t even know me.”

  He stared at his cup as he gently swirled the contents. “So, does that give you any ideas?”

  “Well, I have limited experience myself. Before last night, I hadn’t had sex with anyone other than myself in over a year.”

  He looked ill again. “You had sex last night?”

  Dear Lord, he just had his face down there! “Oh God! It was… uh…it wasn’t a guy.”

  His mouth fell open. “You’re a lesbian?” He laughed. “Figures.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “Figures that the first hot woman I meet is gay. That’s just my luck.” He laughed and shook his head waving over the server.

  “No, I’m not gay.” I protested quietly. “It was the first time I had done anything like that.” I paused while he asked the server for two more cappuccinos. “Look,” I started as soon as she walked away, “seems to me that Linda’s little sessions might be to make us a bit more casual about sex and not so uptight, which we clearly both are. Last night I got drunk, and I happened to take a lesbian home unbeknownst to me. As I said,” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, “it’s been a very long time.”

  “So you don’t think she’s some pervert who goes into another room and plays with herself after watching us dry hump each other?”

  I laughed out loud. So loud in fact that everyone turned to look at me. My face burned red. “Nope, I’m pretty sure that’s true too. She seemed to like the control.”

  David smoothed his hands on his jeans and looked around nervously. “I’m um, sorry I couldn’t hold back in the session.”

  “Please stop apologizing. Look, I’m nervous as hell and
unfortunately, I’m a smoker. Do you mind if we take these to go?”

  David politely agreed and within moments we were walking. Caffeine and nicotine just do wonders together. I began to relax a little.

  “So do you think we will keep our partners or do you think she’ll switch it up a bit?” he asked.

  “Who knows? I had no idea what was going to happen today.” I looked at David. He seemed nonthreatening enough. After all, he was in the same situation I was in. Obviously he was no predator.

  “Where are we walking?” he asked.

  “I figured we’d go hang out at my place where the coffee isn’t as good, but a fraction of the price. I can smoke there all I want and we can be inside. It looks like it’s going to rain.”

  “My car is actually one block away. How far do you live?” He had a shy smile. Only half of his mouth turned upward.

  “I was actually walking to the train, but if you have a car, I’ll just give you directions if that’s okay.” Getting in a car with a stranger. My mother would have a heart attack.

  He nodded and led me to his car. It was nicer to take a car than sit in a train, which stunk like gyros and body odor.

  The car ride was pleasant. His car was a bit dusty, but there wasn’t any garbage lying around. The backseat was full of plans, tools and a hard hat.

  “Thank you, by the way.”

  “Turn right at the next street and park anywhere two blocks up.” I directed. “What are you thanking me for?”

  He didn’t answer at first. He searched carefully for a spot then concentrated while he parked. “Thank you for being so nice. For not getting upset when I couldn’t contain myself in therapy and for agreeing to talk to me. This has been so hard for me to accept. Guys don’t want to admit to sexual failure. We’re supposed to demean women and go through them like tic tacs.”

  “Just to be clear, you’re not a serial killer or anything?”

  He lost color in his face again. This guy was too easy. “What?”

  “Just kidding. I’m over here,” I said as I entered the security code for my building.

  We didn’t talk again as we walked up the stairs to my apartment.

  “Isn’t there an elevator?” he asked.

  “Yeah, but I am too impatient. It takes forever to come to the ground floor. It’s only six stories up. Come on.”

  When I opened the door to my apartment, I saw the look of astonishment on David’s face. I don’t think he expected the two thousand square foot apartment I bought myself after my divorce. I made good money, why not have room to grow?

  “Nice place!”

  “I have an ionizer, so the smoke shouldn’t bother you. But looking at the time, it’s nearly nine o’clock. Would you like something other than coffee?” I threw my keys on the table and headed into the kitchen.

  “I’ll have whatever you’re having, unless it’s diet. I don’t like diet stuff.” He straddled one of my bar stools at my center island. Damn he was hot. I have a hot guy in my apartment. I began worrying about my new toys. Did I leave them laying around?

  “Have you ever had an espresso martini?” I started gathering glasses out of my cupboard.

  “No, but I like strong coffee. Coffee and alcohol can’t be a bad combination.” He smiled. He had a sexy smile.

  I shook my head. Damn he’s sexy.

  I brewed the espresso and started mixing the martinis. “My martini is pretty bad ass, but I have to tell you, I go to this bar and I’d kill to know what the bartender there does. They just taste so much better than mine.”

  He was watching me move. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin. What did I do? I didn’t know this man and now here I was helpless in my home with him behind locked doors.

  “Does he float whole coffee beans in the drink?” he asked.

  I thought about it for a minute. “Yeah, I always thought that was a waste of beans.”

  David shrugged. “Coffee beans have natural oils. Maybe the oil from the bean gets into the drink.”

  I nodded and tossed in a few whole beans into the drinks and slid one to him.

  “Fuck!” he said after a sip. “This is delicious!”

  “These come with a warning label,” I giggled.

  “A warning label?”

  “Yeah, they taste too good. You drink them too fast and before you know it, you’re hammered and the caffeine has you so wired you can’t pass out when you want to.”

  David stood from the counter and headed into the living room.

  I took a deep breath, found my resolve and followed him, sitting on the same couch, but with one cushion between us.

  “Sounds like you have experience,” he said with a laugh.

  I lifted my eyebrow and nodded in agreement. I lit up a smoke and took a deep drag.

  After a few minutes of odd small talk, I got David to open up to me about his past relationships. He really did have a bad run of luck with women. Not one of them communicated their needs so he was doomed for failure from the beginning. I was guilty of the same thing. For years I accepted the routine of giving my husband a blow job for a few moments then resuming the missionary position, never climaxing and never feeling fulfilled.

  “He never did anything for you? Not even with his fingers?” David’s mouth hung slack.

  “Nope. He was the only person I had ever been with and I was too shy to talk with anyone about sex, so I just figured I was responsible for my own orgasm. I don’t mean responsible the way Linda says, but I literally had to take matters into my own hands.” I sipped at my drink, face reddened at admitting this to a total stranger.

  “That really sucks. It’s sort of hard to believe for a guy like myself that tries so hard to imagine a guy just being so selfish.”

  “Oh David, you have no idea. Sex was so boring. It started to feel like a chore, or a responsibility.”

  “So, how on earth did you wind up in Linda’s class?”

  I laughed. “You’re not going to believe this.”

  “Try me, I’m really easy. I’ll believe anything.” David chuckled.

  He did have a naïve way about him. “Well, when I finally got the gumption to talk to my girlfriend, she invited me over for a party. There was a woman there selling sex toys.”

  “I bet you nearly passed out when you saw all that stuff!”

  “You have no idea. I got really wasted that night. It was very overwhelming. But at the end of the night the woman running the show gave me a card for Linda. Then a few days later, I got another business card for her. So I figured I had nothing to lose, besides sexual frustration.”

  By the third martini, we were both relaxed. David felt sorry for me and I felt sorry for him. We were both in the same awkward sexual boat.

  “This is so fucked up. I’ve talked more about sex with you tonight, than I have in my entire life.” He sighed.

  “It’s the martinis.” I joked with him trying to keep it light.

  “Must be.” He stretched, flexing his arms when he did so.

  My eyes traveled the length of his arms. They were nicely defined and big, but not grossly large. I wanted to run my hands over them.

  “If I can say something without you being offended, I want you to know that you’re incredibly sexy. That’s why I couldn’t hold back today. I had this sexy woman on top of me and my hands on your ass, which is a nice ass.”

  I blushed. “Thank you.”

  “You know, Linda wants us to be casual. At least I think that’s the point,” I started.

  “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that since you said it the first time. I think you’re right. As awkward as the whole group was, it seems to be the case.” He put his arm on the couch, bracing his head against his hand.

  “So let’s be casual.” I was jumping the gun, but I had a sexy man in my apartment and we were on even playing field.

  “What? I mean, I thought that’s what we were doing.”

  “I know. I mean, we are both here. We are consenting adults. We
’re both trying to learn. I just met you so I’m not going to be a clingy girlfriend. Let’s just do it. You can tell me what you like and I can do the same. It will be educational and a step in the casual direction.” I was pitching the poor guy. I was giving him a sales pitch wrapped in sex.

  “Are you sure?” He started wiping his hands on his jeans again.

  “I proposed it. Didn’t I?” I bit my lip and held my breath for a moment. “If it’s too much, I understand. I’ve never really propositioned a man before, so I’m probably doing it wrong.” My heart started to pound in my chest.

  “I’m a guy. Of course I’m in, but you’ve had a few drinks. You’re not going to be mad at me tomorrow, right?” He started getting uncomfortable again, shifting his weight in the couch.

  “I wanted to say this in the coffee house. I just didn’t have the nerve.” I admitted. The anxiety started to set in. Olivia had made the moves, had made it okay for me to touch. I didn’t know how to lead, how to take control.

  David stared at me for a few minutes. “Okay,” he broke the silence. “but no missionary position. If that’s all you had for all these years, then I absolutely don’t want to do that to you. But I say that we both give each other instruction. It could take the passion out of it, but let’s use it as a learning tool. But only if you’re sure. Only if you’re okay and only if you promise to stay my friend. I really like talking to you.”

  I held out my hand as if agreeing on a business deal and he shook it. “Deal.”

  “And not in the bedroom,” he added. “Right here. I’ve only had sex in bedrooms. Let’s try the couch for a change.”

  That didn’t seem unreasonable.

  “Let’s make the undressing a little easier. I say we undress to our underwear and take it from there.” I added.

  “Thank you,” he said, “Women’s clothing is so complicated sometimes. I have big clumsy man hands.” He laughed again. His laugh was sexy this time though, throaty.

  We both stood up, looking at each other briefly, then hurrying while we took our clothes off. I began to question my sanity when I saw his incredible body. Of course he was in construction. Look at those muscles!