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She snickered at him, lunging briefly forward and kissing him intensely for a few seconds before returning to her original spot.
“You’re so much fun to torment,” she said. “You don’t have to tell me what you like if you’re uncomfortable.”
“It’s not that,” he said, shaking his head.
“You’re clearly not comfortable so why don’t we change the subject?” She smiled at him and squeezed his leg.
“No… I’m not trying to spoil our fun,” he said. “Why don’t…” he paused trying to think of an alternative.
“Well… let’s start with the basics,” she suggested. “Do you enjoy getting blowjobs?”
He smirked, raising an eyebrow again.
“Hey… I’ve known some men that didn’t.”
Her expression told him that she was being serious, but he didn’t personally know any men that disliked getting their dicks sucked. The very idea was ridiculous.
“I don’t know if I believe that,” he said, laughing and shaking his head.
“I’m serious,” she giggled.
“To each his own, I guess,” he said after a few seconds. “What about you?”
“Well, I love giving and receiving,” she said. As she spoke, she leaned more fully into him, kissing him intensely.
He felt his heart beating faster, his cock swelling as this incredibly desirable woman pawed at him. He was used to Jessie’s obvious flirting, and though he was definitely attracted to the undeniably sexy young thing, there’s was just something so… desirable about Candy. She was one incredible woman, and she was making him feel things that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
“I’m out of practice, but I definitely enjoy giving,” he said.
“Aww,” she frowned. “I’ll just have to let you practice a bunch, baby,” she grinned, kissing him again.
She pulled herself closer, then lifted her knee up as she turned and straddled his thighs. He was fully engorged and knew that she could feel him as she settled in to place on top.
“Anal?” she asked.
“No thanks,” he said, and looked at her with a faux concerned expression. She burst out with laughter and slapped his chest.
“I had it back in college,” he said. “Neither of us were really prepared, though, so…”
She frowned. “Well, we’ll have to add that to the list then.”
He laughed, pulling her tight against him again. Her curves were delightful, her body pressing against him with her incredible softness. He moved his hands around her back, resting them comfortably on the upper curve of her delicious rump.
“Where do you like to be kissed?” he asked quietly.
“Mmm… not sure I should give you that information,” she snickered, her tongue pushing into his mouth as soon as she’d finished speaking.
He moved from her lips to her cheek, then her neck, the pressure of his kisses causing her to sigh in pleasure.
“No?” he mumbled. “Maybe you can give me some other sensitive information then.”
She moaned softly as he nibbled the pale skin of her throat, her hands dropping to his arms and pulling them up. She found his hands and lifted them up, slapping them both against her ample, perfect breasts. He squeezed automatically, causing her to moan deeply.
“Sensitive?” he asked, looking at her as she sat back a bit and dropped her arms to the side. He could see her arching her back, pushing her breasts into his palms more, and could feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her shirt and bra.
“Very,” she groaned, his hands continuing to roughly squeeze her orbs. “I… kept daydreaming about how your tongue would feel on my nipples. I’ve been turned on all damn day.”
“Poor thing,” he said, smirking at her as she finally opened her eyes and looked down at him.
There was a long silence between them, and he could see her gears turning as she smirked briefly at him.
“Everything okay, gorgeous?” he asked.
“More than okay,” she assured him. “I’m trying to maintain some semblance of self-control, so that I don’t scare you off.”
He smiled at her, chuckling softly. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said.
“Damn right you aren’t,” she said, kissing him intense again. She sat back up after a few seconds, breathing heavily.
“Lord… your nipples are so… hard,” he said, and rubbed his palms across the front of her shirt, her nipples pressing into his palms even through the clothes she was wearing.
“You’ve got me very turned on,” she explained. “Quick… lets talk about something before I rip your pants off.”
He laughed, moving his hands away from her delectable mounds.
“Ever had a threesome?” she asked.
“Nope,” he said, and pulled her down for another kiss.
“Mmm, if you’re a good boy, I wouldn’t mind sharing,” she said.
He paused, looking up at her in confusion.
“What?” she asked, a brief look of concern on her face.
“I thought you weren’t into sharing,” he said.
“I don’t want you to share me with other men,” she explained. “I’ve got friends that I might let into the bedroom with us.”
“God…” he groaned, closing his eyes. “You might actually give me a heart attack.”
She giggled, kissing him again. “Thinking about me between some slut’s legs?” she asked.
He groaned in response, squeezing her tight. “Have you ever done that?”
“Been with a woman?” she asked. She nodded a second later. “I enjoy sex with women, but I’d only ever be in relationships with men.”
“Interesting,” he said. “Can women get rough enough for you to enjoy the sex?”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s… different. I’m not… it’s hard to explain.” She frowned, her expression changing as she got lost in thought.
“I can see that,” he said, amused, and idly squeezed her breast again.
She moaned in response, her eyes closing at his touch. He dropped his hand a few seconds later, causing her to look down at him.
“Sorry,” he said. “Its hard to resist you.”
She giggled, then glanced over at the clock.
“Wow,” he said, seeing the time.
“I can’t believe it so late already,” she whined.
He chuckled as she sighed and moved off his lap. He shifted in his seat, only meaning to adjust himself a bit. She took it as a sign that he was getting ready to leave, though, and frowned immediately.
“Not yet,” she said, clutching at his arm. “You’re not getting away that easily.”
“Wasn’t trying to,” he assured her, though she smirked at him, unconvinced.
“I just…” she began, reaching over and running her fingers over the bulge in his jeans.
He was still madly erect, his arousal causing his heart to pound in his chest like a hammer.
“… want to see…” she continued.
Her fingers pulled the button at the top of his jeans, the hole sliding around it easily and the fabric spreading open.
“… what I’ve been missing,” she finished, and worked both halves of his jeans open more. His cock throbbed painfully, and he groaned as she leaned over and kissed him intensely.
“God…” she moaned, her hand gripping him through his underwear and squeezing. “Big,” she muttered, stroking briefly. He felt her hand moving up to the top of his underwear and waited for the feeling of his painfully engorged cock to be free from its prison.
The sound of someone else in the room clearing her throat made him jump in surprise, his hands automatically moving to cover himself.
“Hi mom,” Cass said, standing near the couch and staring down at them.
“Hi honey,” Candy said, idly sitting back. “This is Don,” she continued, gesturing at him as he tried to secretively close his pants again. “Don, this is my youngest, Cass.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.
He’d just then been able to somewhat clasp his jeans closed again and reached up to take her hand.
“Likewise,” he said, blushing red in the dim light of the room.
“You came in through the garage?” Candy asked as Cass moved around the couch and flopped down next to her mother.
“Yeah,” she said, as Don continued to try and look as normal as possible.
“How was the party?” Candy asked.
“It was getting crazier when I left,” Cass said with a shrug. “Nothing too wild, though. I do have something I wanted to ask if you have a minute.”
“Let me walk my date out and we can continue when I get back in,” Candy said.
“Deal,” Cass said and stood. “I’m gonna go change. It was nice to meet you, Don.”
“You too,” he said, standing up. He was still embarrassed and couldn’t help but wonder how much the young woman had seen. He had no idea how long she’d been standing there.
Candy joined him, giggling as Cass disappeared into her room. “Sorry,” she said. “I know that’s a weird way for you guys to meet.”
“Not ideal,” he said, shaking his head.
“I know, but it’ll be fine,” she said, sliding her hand into his. “Promise.”
He turned, heading to the door, then opening it and stepping outside.
“So… when are we gonna see each other again?” she asked. “Next weekend?”
“What’s wrong with this week?” he asked, chuckling at her.
“I just figured that you’d be too freaked out until then,” she said.
“Hell, I’m free tomorrow,” he said.
“I am too,” she added, shrugging at him.