Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (14 page)

“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 slowly 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.

“So with the woman, Olivia, what did that feel like?”

“God, I don’t know Stacy.
 
Why?”
 
I didn’t know how to describe it and it almost felt like an invasion of Olivia’s privacy.

“Because I’ve always wanted to try it with a woman, I just haven’t had the balls.
 
So, tell me everything.
 
Don’t leave anything out.”

I cleared my throat and eyed her suspiciously.
 
I missed out on so much not talking to her.
 
I had no idea she wanted to be with a woman.

“She was soft and sensual.
 
I told her I didn’t know what to do and she was so sweet about giving me instruction.”

“How did you do?
 
You know, like how did you do giving face?”
 
Stacy leaned in eager for description.

“God, this is so embarrassing.
 
She did it for me first, so I just thought about what she did and did the same.
 
Except she
 
didn’t like it the way I did.
 
She liked a more firm approach, so I added some pressure.
 
I managed to give her an orgasm, so I think I did fine.”
 
My hands were sweating.
 
I was still so shy talking about this stuff.
 
Maybe that’s why it was easier with a few drinks below the belt.
 
It took the edge off.

“How did it taste?”

“Stacy!”

“What?
 
Come on!
 
This is the first time anyone has talked to me about this and it’s something I want to know!
 
Please tell me.”

I groaned.
 
“God, I don’t know I wasn’t really focused on the taste.”
 
I leaned back and closed my eyes.
 
“It was a little sweet, a little salty, but it didn’t taste bad.
 
It’s not like I was actually eating something.”

“I know.
 
I’m sorry.
 
I can see how embarrassed you are.
 
I just really want to try it sometime.
 
My husband has even given me permission to go to a gay bar to try to pick a woman up for some one-on-one sex without him there.”

“And have you?”

“I just told you I haven’t slept with a woman yet.”

“I meant have you gone to the bar, silly?”

She shook her head.
 
“I went, but I didn’t talk to anyone.
 
I felt like a sleaze-ball trolling for women.”

“You’ll get there.
 
But I thought all your friends were sexually evolved.”

Stacy laughed.
 
“That doesn’t mean we sleep together.
 
Honestly, I wouldn’t want to sleep with any of them.
 
I don’t find them attractive.
 
I guess I have a type and they’re not it.”

“I’d love to give you advice, but as you know, I’m just starting out.
 
I’m sure when you’re ready, you’ll find someone.”

When Stacy left, I climbed into a warm bath to soak.
 
The warm aromatic bubbly water felt phenomenal on my body.
 
My lady bits were a little tender so I had no desire to touch them.
  
After soaking, I curled up on the couch, downloaded a book and spent the rest of the day devouring the fantasy world of another.
 
It was a good day.

Monday morning came after my whirlwind weekend.
 
Getting out of bed was easier than usual.
 
I found a beautiful blue suit my fantastic personal shopper picked for me, with gorgeous blue suede pumps.
 
After getting ready I looked at the girl in the mirror.
 
She wasn’t a girl any longer.
 
She wanted to be a vixen, and she was well on her way.