Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1

by Anita Cox

  “Oh God!” he gasped.

  “What?” I looked down. It wasn’t time for my period was it?”

  “I don’t have any condoms,” he plopped back on the couch. “Just my luck, a hot girl wants to jump me and I have no condoms.”

  “Wait! I do. My girlfriend just gave them to me. Wait here.”

  He smiled, looking rather relieved and gave me a thumbs up.

  I ran to the bedroom and reached inside my gift bag. There had to be a couple of dozen in the bottom. I grabbed a few and ran back to the living room holding them up in triumph. “See. We’re fine.”

  David smiled, looking me over. “You really do have a great body.”

  “I can’t stop looking at yours either.” I smiled at him. I was excited, not in a sexual way, but like a kid that just got told by their parents they were going to a theme park.

  “Okay, so where do we start?” I asked.

  He looked at me, leaned forward and put his hands on my hips. He pulled me forward until I straddled him on the couch. My heart skipped a beat when I felt him begin to harden under me.

  “Is kissing okay? I really like kissing and I’d love to kiss you.”

  There was already only a centimeter separating our lips so I leaned in, making a connection. His lips were warm and firm. I fell into him as he kissed me fiercely. What the hell was wrong with the women of his past? He was a terrific kisser.

  He pulled me in harder, placing a hand on my lower back pushing me into his erection.

  My body responded. I thought about the exercise in class today and started grinding into him. He turned us to the side, laying me on my back.

  “Let’s pick up where we left off,” he grinned, “but take these off.” He hooked his fingers on my panties and slid them down. My lady bits were exposed to him now.

  He dove in, tongue playing with the entrance of my vagina. I could see why the women weren’t pleased. I felt like an alien was trying to invade me.

  “Not there,” I whispered, face burning red. “Here,” I put my index finger over my clitoris. “Start gently.”

  He looked embarrassed for a moment, then nodded and placed his warm tongue on me. He licked gently at first, like I asked. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed down when I was ready for more.

  He obliged. Poor guy. His technique was perfect, his location was wrong. I was near orgasm when I wanted to beg for more. I didn’t want an orgasm that way. I wanted him inside me.

  He sat up, pulling me so I was straddling him again, this time, I felt he was now so hard I could feel his heart beat in his erection.

  “Um, could you, um,” he started to stutter.

  I looked into his eyes, they were hopeful and shy. “Just tell me. It’s okay.”

  “I want my nipples licked.” He turned his head away.

  “Look at me,” I said. When he did, I smiled. “You have to tell me what you want. I want to please you, but I don’t know how.”

  “S….stroke my, um, cock while you lick my nipple.” His face was glowing red with embarrassment.

  I didn’t hesitate. I wanted him to know I could take direction. I reached my hand inside his boxers and grabbed his cock, which was so hard and warm. Rubbing up and down on it, I moved my body as if it were me moving up and down on it while I licked and sucked his nipples.

  He reached behind me on the table and grabbed a condom. After he jumped off the couch he dropped his boxers to the floor and slid a condom on as quickly as he could. He sat on the couch, pulling me over to straddle him again.

  “Please, please, I want you to,” I said after he hesitated. He slid himself inside me slowly. The warmth and the stretching of his hardness invading me felt wonderful. I let out a gasp.

  “Holy shit!” he said, putting his forehead on my chest.

  “What?” What was wrong? What was wrong with me? Why was I holding my breath?

  “You’re…. “ he gasped again. “You’re so tight.”

  “Is that bad?” The worry inside was overwhelming me.

  “Oh my god, no, that’s not bad. Just hold on a second. I don’t want to come yet.” He panted for a split second, then started moving under me and pulled his head back as he kissed my breasts.

  I began to relax and tried to find a rhythm with him. His cock was so firm I had a hard time believing he had performance issues. His large, warm hands rested on my hips and he fought to control the pace.

  Nipples erect and craving the attention I mustered up the courage to give instruction. “Suck my tit, please. Lick it.”

  He dove in at first, then gently licked and sucked each breast. My body reacted and I felt a bit dizzy.

  He pushed me off of him and turned me around. “This is reverse cowgirl. Just ease yourself down on me.”

  I did as he asked and it felt wonderful. He reached around me and opened my legs wide.

  “Now, touch yourself. Do what feels good,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve got your weight, as if there was much to hold.”

  Biting my lip, I reached down, not really wanting to masturbate myself. It had been up to me for so long I wanted someone else to do it.

  “You know what? I would rather you do it. My fingers have become boring over time.” It was easier to say it with my back to him.

  He reached around. “You lead me then.”

  I grabbed his hand and put his fingers on target. As we moved and his fingers rubbed me on the outside while his erection rubbed my inside, the sensation sent me over the edge.

  I started shuddering as I squealed.

  “Damn that was hot,” he said.

  I was still gasping for air.

  “Do you want to try doggie style?” he whispered.

  My ecstasy interrupted, I tried to shake it off. “Sure, uh, on the couch or floor?” My legs shook.

  “Couch should be easier on your knees,” he said with a giggle. He giggled. How sexy.

  I climbed off of him then got on my hands and knees on the couch, feeling foolish. “Like this?”

  “Yes,” he said.

  I felt the couch sink down behind me. His left hand grasped my butt while his right hand was obviously holding his dick as he rubbed it up and down on me. Slowly, he entered me from behind and I groaned. The position made everything feel different, but most importantly, the tip of his dick when he was all the way in, was hitting the same spot Olivia had educated me on the night before. A sound I’d never made before escaped my lips… a cross between a grunt and a groan. Then I felt it, my insides were still on fire from orgasm and had clamped down hard around his erection. The sensation for me was overwhelming and I let out a squeal.

  He thrust inside me and it was hard to hold myself up at first. He leaned forward whispering in my ear, “you need to push back. At least I think so. It should help you stay up.”

  I did as he said, which was difficult due to my legs still shaking and I pushed myself back. We picked up the pace, moving a bit faster. He felt good inside me and as I started pushing back against him, he pushed faster and harder against me. My heart felt as if would explode.

  He slowed his pace and cupped my breasts. His hands warm and soothing to my breasts which sprung to attention at his touch.

  “Grab my balls,” he plead.

  “What?”

  “Put a hand on my balls. Just hold on to them.” He said as he started really pounding me from behind.

  I didn’t know if I could. It was taking everything I had to hold on to the couch as he fucked me. I lifted one hand off the couch and was pleasantly surprised to find that he pulled back on my hips to hold my weight.

  Biting my lip, I found the courage to put my hand on his balls. They immediately tightened and when they did. He pushed hard, driving my face into the couch. He started fucking me harder and I had no choice but to let out screams of pleasure.

  Reaching around he started massaging near my clitoris. I gently moved his fingers down a few inches where he was intending to be.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasped
. The pressure inside me started to build again. I was about to orgasm, despite the uncomfortable position I was in.

  I wanted to blow his mind. Thinking about the porn I had been watching, I squeezed his firm sack under my hand, running my middle finger along the firm place between his balls and the firm area behind them. In response, he picked up the pace. The pressure mounted and I released his balls grasping at the couch as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

  David pushed into me hard, grunting and pausing all movement.

  We stayed in position for a moment as we fought to catch our breath. We were both shaking and exhausted.

  “Wow,” he said, leaning back, releasing me.

  My heart was still racing as I rolled onto my side and propped myself up. I didn’t want to look at him. Embarrassment started to creep in and I didn’t want it to spoil the moment.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I felt his hand on my shoulder. It was obviously making him uncomfortable that I wasn’t looking at him.

  I forced a smile. “I guess I’m just in disbelief that I just had casual sex. Really good casual sex, mind you.”

  “You don’t have to worry. I don’t expect this out of you. It did wonders for me that you, uh,” he took a deep breath, “climaxed.”

  Giggles. Giggles started coming out of me. I was laughing uncontrollably.

  “I’m so sorry. I think I’m euphoric,” I said through laughs. “I’m not nuts. I swear.” I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand.

  David smiled. He was entertained by my laughter, rather than put off by it, for that I was glad.

  “Wow, it’s like three in the morning,” he said looking at his phone.

  “You can sleep here on the couch if you want,” I offered.

  He looked uncomfortable for a minute, shifting in the couch. “Okay, so since we are using our new friendship as a learning tool I need to ask a question.”

  Wanting to laugh, I stifled it. “Fire away.”

  “What’s the right thing to do here? I barely know you, despite the fact that we had sex. If I stay, I feel like I’m imposing and that you only offered out of obligation. If I leave, I look like a dick for bolting out the door right after sex.” He shook his head. “I should stay and I’d like to stay, but I don’t want you in there lying awake because there’s a strange man on your couch.”

  I put my hand on his forearm. “We’re both completely naked. I offered you my couch because it’s three in the morning, we’ve been drinking and I like you. If you got hurt, I wouldn’t forgive myself. I think you should stay. In the future, if a girl offers you to stay, stay and be a good boy.”

  He exhaled, obviously having held his breath waiting for me to answer. “Thank you. I always screw things up and never know what to do.”

  “I’m going to hop in the shower. Blankets and pillows are in that chest to your left. Make yourself comfortable. I have the coffee pot ready to go, so if you wake before I do, just turn it on.” Not wanting any more awkward moments I left him on the couch.

  Any other time, I would have lingered in the shower, but all I wanted was to collapse in bed. I wrapped my hair in a towel hoping not to ruin my pillow and collapsed in bed.

  Casual sex. I was moving up in the world.

  LABELS

  I woke to the smell of coffee brewing. Tripping into the closet I grabbed my new pajamas, slipped them on and tried not to fall as I walked toward the kitchen.

  The smell of waffles and bacon hit as I rounded the corner.

  “Good morning.” David was cooking. There was a hot guy, who I had just had casual sex with in my kitchen. And he was in his underwear, cooking me breakfast. A girl could get used to this.

  “Good morning,” I said as I poured my cup of coffee. I had to get it in me fast as I was nothing close to a morning person.

  “I started breakfast. I hope that is okay.” David’s grin was accompanied by the most hopeful look I’d ever seen.

  “Who am I to complain about someone feeding me?” I caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a crazy mess from going to bed with a wet head. Quickly, I reached into the junk drawer, grabbing a pencil and twisting my hair in a bun. Not wanting to hover, I took a seat in a barstool by the center island while I drank my coffee.

  “Did you sleep well?” I asked.

  “That’s the most comfortable damned couch I’ve ever slept on. It’s more comfortable than my bed.” He took the bacon out of the pan and placed it on paper towels. My kitchen looked like a tornado hit it. Flour and grease were everywhere, but the food smelled so wonderful, I didn’t care.

  “It cost a fortune. It should be comfortable.”

  “Do you have butter and syrup? I didn’t see any and I’d rather not dig through your stuff anymore.” His face turned red.

  I reached in the cabinet by my knees and pulled out the syrup. “Butter is in the fridge.”

  David made my plate for me, just as if I were in a restaurant, sprinkling powdered sugar on my waffles.

  I didn’t hesitate to dive in. The waffles were perfect, crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside. The taste was heavenly.

  “Oh my god, this is perfect!” How was it possible that no one had snatched this guy up? He was hot as hell, he could cook and as far as I was concerned, he was good in bed.

  Neither one of us spoke while we ate breakfast. Not only did I have nothing to say, the waffles tasted like heaven on a plate. I looked at him a little too often, but offered a smile when he caught me. When I was finished, I started cleaning.

  “Said I’d help,” he said grinning. He immediately started on grease removal while I started the dishes.

  It was nice to have him there, but we’d both agreed a relationship wasn’t what we wanted. I was sure I was right. But, with him in the kitchen with me, doing things together. It almost felt like we were a couple. I tried to shake it off.

  “Listen, since the cleaning is done, I’m going to go. I’m having a nice time, but I don’t want to push it.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Thank you for letting me sleep on the couch.”

  “Thanks for breakfast…and the orgasms.” I still couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

  I watched as he gathered his wallet and cellphone off the table.

  “See you Wednesday,” he said as he closed the door behind him.

  Running toward the living room I snatched my cellphone off the table and jumped on the couch. I dialed Stacy.

  “Hello?”

  “Oh my god, oh my god!” I squealed.

  Stacy laughed. “What?”

  “Oh my GOD!” I yelled.

  “What? Tell me.”

  “I had sex. Not just sex. Amazing sex. With a stranger.” I squealed.

  “I’m coming over.” She hung up.

  She hung up on me. She never hung up on me.

  It would take her twenty minutes if she rushed. So I went to the bathroom and applied makeup, brushed out my hair and put it in a clip to maintain the crazy bed head wave and slipped into a cute sweat suit my personal shopper picked up for me. I finally brewed a fresh pot of coffee right before she began banging on my door.

  She must have been pushing on the door, because as soon as I unlocked it, it flew open.

  “Tell me everything!” She was still in her pajamas.

  I laughed at her. I’d never dream of seeing Stacy leave her home in pajamas. The woman wouldn’t leave the house without lipstick on.

  I grabbed a cup of coffee for us both and filled her in on my weekend, retelling my time with both Olivia and David. Stacy’s mouth dropped open as I spoke. She only nodded and sipped slowly at her coffee until I was done.

  “So, naturally,” I finished, “I called you.” I waited for Stacy to speak or squeal or scream. But she said nothing. She stared at me. She was speechless, for Stacy, that had to feel life-altering.

  Slowly she stood from the couch and retreated to the kitchen to refill her coffee cup. I watched her as she stirred her cup so slo
wly I thought it would take a lifetime for her to come back. My nerves were starting to get to me. The thought of jumping over the couch and sprinting into the kitchen to smack her had crossed my mind. But she saved her cheek by walking swiftly back to the living room.

  “Just say something already,” I yelled.

  Stacy smiled, “I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard.”

  That wasn’t what I was expecting.

  “What? What the hell are you apologizing for? This is great for me. Isn’t it?” Now I was confused. I thought being sexually liberated was the point.

  “Well, you sort of went from virgin to whore in two seconds. So, naturally I’m worried.” She pouted.

  “Stacy! I’m excited. I’ve had more orgasms, and more intense orgasms in the last few days than I have in my entire life. This, after being stuck with a turd for a husband for years.” I shook my head. “I thought you’d be happy or excited or something.”

  “Oh, honey.” She threw her arms around my neck. “I didn’t mean you’re an actual whore, just that you’ve had a lot of sex all the sudden. I am just concerned about you is all. I am unbelievably happy that you’re finding your sexuality and that you’re having fun. Just be careful. Always use protection and stuff.”

  “And stuff?” I laughed. “Like what stuff?”

  “You know, don’t go meeting strangers in dark alleys and whatnot. There are too many creeps in the world.” Stacy leaned back on the couch. “God I’m jealous! I can believe you hooked up with a guy, what is blowing my mind is that you went for a girl first!”

  “Why?”

  “Duh! Because you are the most conservative person I’ve ever known. I never would have dreamed you were bi-sexual.”

  “I’m not bi-sexual,” I protested. I didn’t even know why I was protesting. It just felt wrong to have a label slapped on me.

  “Candy! You have had sex with both a man and a woman in the last 48 hours. You’re bi-sexual. There’s nothing wrong with it—at least you know now! God, I’m jealous. Look at you! You’re glowing from all the endorphins flying through your body.”

  We spent the next hour laughing and giggling as usual as she started asking questions about the sex. It wasn’t easy for me to give details, but I needed to get over that bashfulness and I could trust Stacy.