Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (10 page)

“Are you laughing at a blank TV?”
 
Olivia asked.

“No,” I snickered.
 
“There’s coffee in the kitchen.
 
I got a cup out for you already.”

“Thanks!”

Don’t be awkward.
 
Don’t be awkward.
 
Be normal. Don’t be awkward.

She returned with her coffee, in her birthday suit.
 
Awkward
.

“I have other robes,” I offered.

“I didn’t just want to dig through your stuff, and I’m too hung over to find my clothes.”
 

Before she could say more, I took the blanket off and ran to the bedroom to get her a robe.
 
I wanted her to be comfortable and staring at her naked body, which I’m sure I would have done, was not going to do us any good.

I found a pink fluffy robe in my closet and brought it to her.

“Thank you,” she said as she shrugged it on and tied it closed.
 
“So are you going to tell me why you were laughing?”

“Nothing really, just never…” I sipped at my coffee while I searched for the words.
 
“My sex life was boring while I was married and non-existent since my divorce.
 
Now I sit here just having had sex with a woman for the first time and I have to clean up to go see a sex therapist.
 
It’s a bit of a jump.”

Olivia twirled the rope to her robe in her fingers.
 
“Are you okay with what happened last night?”

“Oh my god, are you worrying about that?”
 
My mouth hung open.

“A little.”

“Please don’t.
 
I needed that in the worst way.
 
As long as we can be professional at work and everything and you understand I’m not looking for any sort of relationship.
 
Your work life is solid even if we never ever do this again.”
 
I felt awful that she was worrying.

Her shoulders relaxed and she tilted her head back.
 

I wanted to say more, but thought better of it.

“Are you still nervous about your appointment tonight?”

Olivia wanted to help, that much was clear.
 
But I didn’t know how I felt.
 
I didn’t know if talking about this with her would hurt whatever Linda had planned for me.

“I’m a little apprehensive, but that is true for anything new I try.
 
I’ll be fine.
 
Thanks to you.”
 
I grinned at her.

We lounged with our coffee, watching the news, had brunch delivered and before I knew it, it was time to get ready for my appointment.
 
After a shower and shave, Olivia helped me choose a comfortable yet cute outfit to wear to my appointment.

I considered turning around several times on the way to Linda’s office.
 
But I wanted to be sexually liberated, educated and free.
 
I wanted to be sexy and confident and I knew I needed help to get there.
 

In the waiting room were six other people.
 
Surely, this was a scheduling error.
 
Most of the people in the room looked as uncomfortable and nervous as I was feeling.

Linda called us all as a group to follow her.
 
We walked down a hallway to a door.
 
When she opened the door, we all paused.
 
The room was rather large with three beds and a handful of big cozy looking chairs.

“Everyone take a seat,” she demanded.
 
“Now you’re all here for the same reason.
 
Each of you is sexually repressed, inexperienced or uneducated.
 
You wish to be better, more successful lovers.”
 
She rolled a cart out from the corner.
 
“The first thing that happens when people get nervous is that they get thirsty, so everyone grab a beverage.”

We all stood from the seats we were just told to take and grabbed a drink from the cart.

“Before you sit,” she said, “I need you to disrobe down to your underwear.”

My heart felt as if it had stopped.
 
I stood frozen, staring at her, as did everyone else in the room.

“The first step is to get you all comfortable in your own skin.
 
Please, do as I asked.”

Reluctantly, each of us took our clothes off, except for one man who invited himself to leave.
 
I wanted to bash Olivia over the head for choosing lace panties and bra as they left little to the imagination.

“Good, now, there are three ladies.
 
Would you please stand?”

We did as she asked, looking nervously at each other.
 
She held out a cup with tokens in them ordering us to draw a token.
 
My token had the number 3 on it.

“Ladies, take a seat and gentlemen, please stand and draw your token.”
 
After they all had their tokens, she continued.
 
“You’ve been paired randomly.
 
Please talk among yourselves to discover your partner.”

I was relieved to discover that my partner was a well-built looking guy who was quite attractive.
 
He avoided eye contact.
 
Being bashful was his obvious flaw.

The beds had numbers on the head boards.
 
I had not noticed until Linda had directed us to go to the corresponding bed that matched our token.

My partner and I took a seat at the end of our bed, wide-eyed.
 
I’m not certain anyone in the room was breathing.

“Now, introduce yourself.”
 
Linda was so nonchalant about all of this.
 
Were we about to have an orgy?

“I’m David,” my partner said as he looked at his hands that were wringing in his lap.

“I’m Candy, and David, I’m as nervous as you are.
 
So please relax, your tension is oozing out your pores.”
 
I patted his knee.
 
“I don’t bite…unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

David burst into laughter.

Linda shot us an evil glare.

“I’m sorry.
 
Just trying to break the ice.”
 
I apologized.

“Don’t be sorry.
 
I needed to hear laughter.”
 
A very sexy woman two beds over said.

“Laughter is good, it releases endorphins.
 
Just take care that others in the room could feel as if you’re poking fun at them.” Linda scolded.

She instructed us to lie on our sides facing each other.
 
We were to touch each other in every area except the genitalia and breasts.
  
David and I did as we were asked, stroking each other.
 
We did this for what seemed like an hour.
 
My arm was tired from holding it up.

“Men, I want you to lie on your backs and ladies, lie on top of them in whatever position is comfortable.”

“Uh, ma’am,” David said, looking down.
 
“I have an erection.”

“That’s the point, sir.
 
Just keep it in your pants for now.”
 
Linda instructed.

Reluctantly, I climbed on him.
 
His erection pressed right up against my clitoris, which seemed to spring to attention.

“Ladies, this is important.
 
Slowly rock yourselves up and down, stroking his penis with the lips of your vagina.
 
This must be slowly so as not to create friction burns.
 
Look each other in the eye as we do this exercise.
 
It will be extremely uncomfortable at first, but this is part of the exercise.”

There were several grunts around the room as women started dry humping their partners.
 

“Men, you may, at this time, place your hands on her bum to control pressure and pace.”
 
Linda continued to instruct.

“Candy, I’m sorry, but I’m very close to coming all over the place.”
 
David’s face was blood red.

“ Am I a bad person if I say that would make me feel sort of proud?” I whispered.

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.