Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (25 page)

“Oh David!
 
Right there.
 
You got it!”
 
I didn’t hold back.
 
Linda was listening and I would rather she didn’t come in the room and hand me a megaphone or something ridiculous.
 
David was doing a good job, so there was no harm.

He started humming while he orally pleasured me.
 
The vibration of his mouth on me along with his fingers inside me felt exquisite.
 

He reached over and grabbed a condom, frantically trying to open the package.
 
I wanted him to hurry as well.
 
I wanted him inside me so bad I could hardly stand it.

He quickly rolled the latex over his erection and rather abruptly thrust it into me.
 
“Oh yeah!”

I had to fight a giggle.
 
The urge to laugh fled quickly as he started fucking me hard.
 
Clearly, we were both worked up from watching someone else have sex in front of us.

“You’re so wet, so tight,” he said.

“You feel so good.
 
I’ve missed you.”
 
I admitted.
 
My face burned red.
 
I couldn’t believe I had said that.

David smiled then kissed me while still thrusting inside me.
 

I fought for air.
 
“Can we try something?”

“What?” he gasped.

“Um, doggy style.”
 
I was so embarrassed I buried my face in his chest as soon as the words fled my mouth.

He made a sound deep in his throat.
 
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
 
He pulled out of me and flipped me over.

I scrambled to my hands and knees.
 

He was more gentle entering me from behind, but only for a moment.
 
He leaned into me, reaching around and massaging my clit while he thrust me from behind.
 
The sensation was so overwhelming I nearly lost my mind.
 

I started bucking, fighting between rubbing myself on his fingers and pushing back hard on his cock.

Linda must have been pleased with the amount of noise emanating from our room.
 
She should have been.
 
It was loud.
 
David couldn’t articulate words, but his groans and partial words were loud enough to tell me he was having as intense of an experience as I was having.

Finally I understood something he was trying to say.
 
“Grab my balls, please.
 
Grab ‘em.”
 
He was gasping for air as much as I was.

I obliged by reaching my hand threw my legs and placing my palm on his balls and gently grasping them with my fingers.

“Squeeze,” he begged.
 

I was already near climax and having a hard time holding myself up.
 
When he gave one big hard thrust, my face was forced into the pillow as I let out a scream of pleasure.

He let out a deep low sound and collapsed on the bed next to me.

We were both drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

“Whoa,” he said.

“Agreed,” I said smiling.

This had to be the most odd and most intense experience to date.
 
I was exhausted.
 
All I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and go to sleep.

“I want my bed,” David snickered.
 
“I could pass out right now.”

“Me too.
 
Here,” I got out of bed and retrieved my cell from my bag.
 
“What’s your number?”

He gave it to me and I called his cell from mine.
 

“Thank you, now I have your number.”
 
David’s handsome smile was calling me back to bed.
 
I wanted to snuggle with him in the worst way, but I was also exhausted.

I started to dress.
 
David, following my lead, did so as well.

My legs shook as I tried to put on my jeans.
 
I had to sit on the bed to get the job done.

“You smell fantastic,” David cooed in my ear.
 
“All I smell is lavender.”

“That’s one of my new client’s products.
 
I’m in advertising.
 
She gave me samples.
 
It’s bath oil and it is tremendous.”
 
I laughed.
 
“What sort of guy knows what lavender smells like.”

“The sort that lived among lavender fields.”
 
He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

We walked out together and said our goodbyes.

Once back home, I took a hot shower and settled in bed with a movie.

Thursday was much more productive as I rediscovered my focus.
 
I took on three more large clients.
 
Olivia was now extremely busy and seemingly very happy in her new position.
 
I found the business card for my personal shopper, Sheila, in my drawer and sent her on a mission to find me a sexy outfit for Friday.

“What’s the occasion?” she asked.

“I’m meeting someone and hope to have sex, but I don’t want to look desperate or like a total whore.”

“Done.
 
I’ll deliver it this evening at six.”
 
Sheila hung up before I had a chance to say anything else.
 
She was all business.

“Candy,” Olivia said popping her head in the door.
 
“Do you mind if I take off?”

It was three o’clock in the afternoon.
 
“You’re here early every day.
 
Go on, get out of here.
 
Forward your calls to voice mail or in here.”

“Already done.”
 
She winked and closed the door behind her.

Turning in my chair I gazed out my window at the city below.
 
I had already come so far from where I started.
 
My divorce felt like a death to me.
 
But from the ashes of my marriage I had risen like a phoenix reborn from the flames of disaster.
 
I got a promotion at work, I was now starting to become very sexually active having sex that was actually gratifying.

The transformation felt weird, it felt wonderful.
 
I felt the confidence I was gaining sexually oozing its way into my professional life.
 
I was landing more accounts, coming up with ideas easier and meeting new people with more ease than ever before.
 
I was smart enough to know that Freud connected sex to everything.
 
Maybe he was a genius.

I had a brand new wardrobe, new hair and resources when I needed a change.
 
Olivia was working out better than I had expected.
 
She was exceeding my expectations by leaps and bounds and was a pleasure to have around.
 
We had never spoken about our sexual encounter and we were both happier that way.
 
I wanted to be her friend and colleague, nothing more.

My cell phone rang, shaking me from my deep thought.
 
It was Stacy, she wanted to meet after work on Friday.
 
I felt guilty for putting her off until Saturday.
 
When I clicked off my cell, I saw the time.
 
I had to rush to get back home in time to meet Sheila.

“I bought two different outfits.
 
If you don’t like one, I can take it back, or you can keep both.
  
First,” she unzipped a garment bag.
 
“I have this purple dress.”

“It looks like a shirt.”

“It’s modeled after the bag shirt, yet a bit more appealing.
 
It’s cool, helping to keep the sweat level down.
 
Since you’re meeting someone you want to get close to, we want to keep you sweat free.
 
Paired with these leather boots, you’ll do well in a martini bar or a dance club.
 
Next, I have these loose fitting slacks, heeled sandals and a bustier. This is nice when you fear sitting on a bar stool, and not wanting people to look up your skirt.
 
The bustier is very sexy, while the pant is less revealing.
 
The sandals are cute and can even be worn to a casual event.”

I loved them both.
 
“Damn, now I have to choose which one I want to wear tomorrow!
 
Thank you, Sheila.
 
You did fantastic as usual.”

“Look, if it were me, I’d wear the dress.
 
You have great legs, show them.”
 
Sheila, in true Sheila fashion, turned and walked back out my front door without allowing me to say anything in return.

I had to learn to trust the people I turned to for help.
 
Sitting on the couch, I opened my laptop and typed in the address of the site Linda gave me.
 
I opened the last message I had received from James and Janette.
 
It said that they were offline, but that I could send a message.

I am in no way making promises.
 
As I said I am new to this.
 
But I will be there for drinks on Friday, wearing a purple dress.
 

I clicked send.
 
I didn’t expect a reply, as the screen said they were not online.

Hello Dirty White Candy!
 
It’s nice to hear from you.
 
We have no expectations.
 
Drinks are just a meet and greet.
 
We will meet, drink, chat and decide if we even like the personalities of the others.
 
We all have to mesh well.
 
Do not fret.
 
We have no expectations.
 
We would like to be the ones to pay for drinks if you find that acceptable.
 
We look forward to meeting you.

I smiled.
 
These people were going above and beyond to make me comfortable already.
 
The messages seemed a bit formal.
 
Maybe they were snobs.

Thank you.
 
I can accept drinks being your treat.
 
See you then. ~Candy

I closed my laptop.
 
A bit of disbelief was looming.
 
But these people knew Linda and I was paying Linda good money to look out for my best interest in this area of my life.
 
If she told them to be on the lookout for me, she must have had a reason why.

Part of me wondered if I should slow down.
 
The other part wanted more.
 
I wanted it all.
 
I wanted to experience everything I had been missing during my miserable marriage to what’s-his-face.
 
Every experience I had made me crave more.
 
I craved more people, more experience, more knowledge and a hell of a lot more body-quaking-mind-blowing orgasms.

I needed to get my mind off sex for a while.
 
There was a slight desire to call John to see if he wanted to visit, but that would just result in sex.
 
He was too damned hot to resist unless I was already sore.
 
So I called Stacy to confirm drinks on Saturday and curled up with a good Paranormal Romance novel.

The book I was reading wasn’t my favorite, but it was good enough to get my mind on the lives of fictional characters instead of my own life.

A text had rung in on my phone.