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Title: Candy
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   Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is
accidental and would be damn surprising.  Be warned that this story may
involve explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit".  Do not read this story if you believe that
fictional characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than
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instead.  Nobody's twisting your arm.  Leave if you don't like crap like
this.  These are just words, people.  Just words.

   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words.  I am not an English major.  Deal with it.  Actually, this time some
of this shit is true, and most of the places do exist.  Candy exists, too,
though her name has been changed, and this story is inspired by some of the
stories she told me of stuff she did when she was young and worked at a
taco place.  This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've
read in this newsgroup.

   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





   Candy Lawson was mad.  There was nothing new about that, Candy spent a
lot of her time being mad, but this time it was really special.  This one
mattered.  She knew what started it.  The usual.  Her name.  Her name had
started a thousand fights over the course of her short life.  And that's
how this one had started.  Gym class, the showers, A few jokes, some
giggling girls, one smart-ass egging it on, and the next thing she knew a
girl was laying on the floor with a bloody nose, and the coach had her by
the ear.  She had witnesses, at least, Victoria had thrown the first punch.
The bad thing was Victoria was way more popular than Candy, and the other
girls might not tell the truth.  She just hoped.

   They were both sitting outside Miss Lyndoria's office, sulking, shooting
gazes of pure hatred at each other.  At least Victoria wasn't her usual
cool hot self, clutching a bloody paper towel to her nose.  Candy knew that
was pure theatrics, her nose had stopped bleeding in the showers.  Sympathy
ploy, she thought.  The bitch.  The conniving little bitch.

   Candy's uncle had taught her how to hit.  He'd taught her how to fight,
long ago, when he became tired of her coming home from school beat up every
day.  Now that time, Candy thought, that first time, that was special. 
That girl hadn't known what hit her.  Her name was Debbie.  Deadbeat
Debbie, Candy had called her, after that.  After she beat the shit out of
her.  That had been fun.  The high point of fourth grade, pretty much of
her whole life up until then.  The day she learned to stand up for herself.
The first time she was sent to the office.

   Well, look where it got her.  In the principal's office, again.  Jeezus.
She glared at Victoria, getting a glare in return.  She would have said
something, if it wasn't for Miss Lyndoria's secretary sitting nearby.  I
would say, she thought, let's see...  "Bitch, your ass is mine" has a nice
ring to it.  Candy had learned how to trash talk many years ago, that had
been her first attempt at defense.  But it wasn't nearly as satisfying as
feeling her fist connect with somebody's nose.

   "Lawson.  Decker.  In." Miss Lyndoria opened the door and motioned
brusquely.  Candy stood and waited for Victoria to enter.  They sat, and
Miss Lyndoria stood for a moment, regarding them.

   "Well, well.  What a surprise.  My favorite troublemaker."

   Candy managed a weak smile.  She knew Miss Lyndoria was talking about
her.  Victoria looked like she was uncomfortable, and Candy wondered if the
other girl had ever been in Miss Lyndoria's office before.  Lord, she
thought, this is my third time this year.

   "Ladies.  I have here a sheet of paper on which Miss Underhill has
written that witnesses say Victoria Decker threw the first punch. 
Victoria, is this true?"

   Victoria did not move a muscle.  Candy knew the feeling.  She knew the
other girl was weighing the chances of lying her way out of this.  Hah hah,
she thought, I have you now.  The truth comes out.  Simply being popular
doesn't always make you a winner.

   "Miss Lyndoria, she made me.  She said stuff that I can't repeat and it
made me so mad I don't know what I did."

   Candy snorted.  Miss Lyndoria glanced at her, and looked back at
Victoria.

   "Of that," The woman said.  "Of that, I have no doubt.  I'm sure Miss
Lawson said many things.  Miss Lawson is very good at saying things.  Miss
Lawson, have you anything to say now?"

   "Yes Ma'am." Candy said, trying for meekness.  "The note is true.  She
threw the first punch.  I was simply forced to defend myself."

   It was Victoria's turn to snort.

   "Well.  We have a situation, it would appear.  As much as I would like
to, I'm not going to expel you ladies.  I'm going to write you up, and
allow your coach to give you a suitable punishment.  Candy, I have no doubt
of your complicity in this thing, given your mouth and attitude.  And I
would bust your ass hard if that note had said you threw first.  That
simple fact has saved you."

   She regarded the two in silence for a while.  Jeezus, Candy thought, get
it over with.  She was mildly surprised that Miss Lyndoria had said "ass",
what with all the PC crap people worried about now.

   "Victoria.  Your nose is not broken, or you'd still be screaming.  Let
it stop bleeding, and get on with your life.  And please try not to get
your nose in the way of Candy's fist again.  You are not her first, dear."

   Victoria nodded sullenly as Candy laughed evilly to herself.  Miss
Lyndoria nodded towards the door and Victoria leapt from her seat and
departed, almost leaving a vacuum in the room.  Goodbye, bitch, thought
Candy.

   Candy started to leave herself, but Miss Lyndoria stopped her with a
word.

   "Child, we really must stop meeting like this."

   Candy suddenly felt the urge to explain.  "Miss L, it was the same thing
all over again, she was making fun of my name.  It just got out of hand."

   "It always gets out of hand." Miss Lyndoria sighed.  "Candy, dear, you
are better than this.  You are one of my favorites, and I think you are
destined to go far and do great things in life.  Just, please, please try a
little harder to stay out of trouble.  Stuff like this goes on your record,
and might cause you problems someday."

   Candy hung her head.  "Thank you, Miss L, for not busting my ass."

   Miss Lyndoria laughed.  "Get your ass out of here, and back to class. 
And just smile and look enigmatic next time they make fun of your name. 
Someday we might have to call you president Candy, if you can stay out of
trouble long enough."

   "Yes, Ma'am."





   Candy was fourteen years old, and a freshman at Wild Horse Junior High.
She didn't mind school, she actually enjoyed it, at times.  When she wasn't
getting in fights, at least.  Anyway, Candy was about average height, and
had a slim build.  She had shoulder-length auburn hair, and dusky skin. 
She was pretty, and she knew she was pretty.  She wasn't drop-dead
gorgeous, but she'd settle for pretty.  She knew that boys liked her, and
so far, fairly mildly, she liked boys.  She'd only ever had one real
boyfriend, but he'd moved away over the summer.  Her friend Joycelyn
confided to her once that she needed to be a little less "intense",
otherwise she might scare boys away.  She wasn't sure exactly what
"intense" meant, she was just herself.  Was that intense?  Anyway, Joycelyn
should know, she'd had more boyfriends than any girl Candy knew.  Back to
Candy.  She was pretty, still cute, and she had heard a boy once say she
was a "fox".  So, forever, in her mind, she thought of herself as a fox. 
She knew that someday, the boys would discover her.  She didn't worry much
about it.  Except, she was getting more and more ready for it to happen.





   The rest of the day passed quietly, except for a few "awesome job"
compliments from girls that didn't like Victoria.  Joycelyn and her mother
took Candy home in her mother's car, as she did almost every day, giving
Candy a head start on her trip to work.  She charged in the house, saying
"hi" to her uncle, in his usual spot on the couch.  She threw her books on
her bed and back downstairs and then headed downtown, to the Taco Factory.
Let the fun begin, she thought.

   The Taco Factory was the funnest job she'd ever had.  Well, it was the
only job she'd ever had, true.  And she was making a dime over minimum, no
less.  She loved her boss, Mr.  Hardy, the man that owned the place, though
not like he'd probably like her to love him.  Mr.  Hardy liked young girls,
that was obvious.  Only one boy, Steve worked there, the rest were
hand-picked cute young girls.  Like me, she thought.  Mr.  Hardy had
expounded on his theory more than once, that customers liked to be served
by cute young girls, and it seemed to be working well, most of their
clientele was young, middle-aged or elderly men who leered and undressed
the girls with their eyes.  Candy had heard the phrase "eat your taco" more
than she could count, and she knew exactly what the letches meant, although
it usually just made her giggle.  And that giggling had gotten her more
tips than most of the other girls.  She did well, at the Taco Factory.  And
had fun.

   The evening passed, and she did have a good time, relating details of
the fight to her boss and the others during slow periods.  Finally it was
eight o'clock, and she headed home.  Night fell as she walked through her
quiet neighborhood.  She got home, seeing her mom's car out front, and the
lights on.  Good.

   Her mom, Deanna, fixed her some leftover pot roast, and she spent
fifteen minutes finishing her homework.  She lay on the floor in the living
room, watching TV with her uncle, Mike.  Candy and her Mom lived with Mike,
this was his house.  He spent about half his time on deployment, and they
watched the place and his stuff while he was gone.  Candy had realized long
ago that he was rich and they were poor, but it didn't bother her much,
they lived well, mainly because they lived with him.  Candy didn't realize
it, still mostly being a kid, but he let them live there for nothing, so
her mom had money for stuff, and even money left over on occasion.  Candy
had her own money, now, of course, since she worked.  Life was good, for
Candy.  If she could just stay out of trouble.

   Her name.  Her damn name.  That was her biggest problem.  She wished for
the millionth time her named was Cindy.  Just one letter different.  How
much better things would be if she was Cindy.  Damn.  Or even Randi.  Or
even Randy, like a boy.  Anything but Candy.  What had ever possessed her
mom to name her Candy, of all the ridiculous names.  The one time she'd
confronted her mom about it, her mom blamed it on her dad.  Her absent,
dead-beat dick-headed dad.  Well, that was easy enough to say, and
unprovable.

   Candy lay on the floor, dreaming, speculating.  She could almost feel
her uncle's eyes on her.  She knew he was watching her.  Whenever she was
in the room, he watched only her.  The TV was forgotten.  She knew his eyes
were on her.

   She had a peculiar relationship with her uncle.  She knew he liked her.
He had always liked her.  and he liked young girls.  He was like that with
her friends, when she brought them over.  It was so obvious that some of
them had even remarked on it.  He wasn't intrusively lecherous, not like a
dirty old man, but it was obvious.  He liked girls.

   Candy was still wearing her school uniform.  She had realized long ago
that her boss loved to see his girls in their school uniforms, so she never
changed before she went to work.  And now it was close to bedtime, no sense
in changing.  She wiggled and rolled around the floor a little, feeling the
hem of her skirt rise along the back of her leg.  She liked to give Uncle
Mike little peeks, she liked to think she was making his day.  He was
different with her, now, in ways she didn't always like.  He hardly ever
touched her any more, he didn't hug her like he used to, or let her sit on
his lap while they watched TV.  Well, she was too big for that now, that
was understandable.  Anyway.  Sometimes she missed the closeness she used
to have with him.

   She wiggled some more, until she could feel her hemline at the place
where her legs turned into her butt.  She knew he liked to see her panties.
She'd caught his eye before, glued to them, when she could see his face. 
Hee hee.  All guys liked panty peeks.  She knew that.

   He finally excused himself and went upstairs.  Her mom had long since
gone to bed.  She followed, thinking, hooray, tomorrow is Friday.  She slid
into bed, and floated away in dreamland.





   The next day went well, at school.  Well, no fights, at least.  Victoria
ignored her, and Candy ignored Victoria.  Candy got paired with Dalton, in
biology.  That made her day.  She loved Dalton, secretly, of course, and
now she would get to work with him for the next few weeks.  That was cool.
She started the day on a high note.

   It all ended in gym class.  After announcing the class would head
outside for the soccer field, Miss Underhill pulled Victoria and Candy
aside, and told them to mop and clean the showers.  Punishment.  That
sucked, grandly.

   So, while the others were out cavorting in the sunlight, Candy and
Victoria mopped and scrubbed.  That would suck bad enough, if not for the
company, Candy thought.  She wondered how she'd make it through the next
hour without punching the girl again.  Victoria had already proved she
couldn't keep her mouth shut any better than Candy.  Jeezus.  Here we go,
Candy thought.

   It went well, though.  Victoria kept her mouth shut, so Candy kept hers
shut.  They even helped each other, on occasion.  We are "co-operating"
Candy thought.  We are being good little students.  She even finally
stopped thinking of Victoria as "Bitch".

   "Your nose okay?" Candy finally said, as they mopped.

   "Yeah."

   "Sorry 'bout that."

   "Yeah, me too."

   Well, that was satisfying, Candy thought, we basically kissed and made
up.  Maybe the girl's not so bad after all.

   "I saw you got Dalton in Bio." Victoria said.

   "Yeah."

   "You lucky.  He's hot.  I got stupid Wayne, and Janet from another
planet.  Wayne the weenie."

   Candy giggled.  Wayne was a weenie.  She was doubly lucky to get a
two-person group, instead of a three.

   "Luck of the draw." She said finally.  They both giggled.  This was
working out nicely, she thought.





   That evening, at work, Mr.  Hardy called Candy into his tiny office in
the back of the store.  She went somewhat nervously, remembering what had
happened last time he'd called her in there.  But, she was a big girl, she
could take care of herself.  And, she'd managed to talk her way out of it,
without having to punch him or anything.  Or having to show him anything.
Which was probably what he wanted, again.

   Mr.  Hardy did have a reputation with the girls that worked at the Taco
Factory.  They secretly called him "Mr.  Hard-on".  More than one, to
Candy's knowledge, had succumbed to his allure, whatever they might have
perceived that to be.  Probably monetary.  To Candy, he was just a
middle-aged letch with a nice car and money.  He wasn't her ideal, not yet.
She wasn't desperate, yet, she thought.  Always nice to know, though, nice
to keep in reserve.  She knew one girl who'd used him as a way out, and
paid his price.  A girl that had worked there had gotten pregnant, and Mr.
Hardy had paid for her to have an abortion.  And, of course, he'd gotten a
reward for his expense, a reward of a carnal nature.  The girl had made no
secret of that, giggling about doing it with him in his hot tub, and a few
other adventurous places, including his office at the back of the store. 
Hopefully she had learned to use protection by then.

   Anyway, Mr.  Hardy motioned her to the back, and she finished up her
tray and followed him.  He went behind his desk, and she sat in the cramped
chair, a shelf poking her in the side.  He played with his phone for a
minute, and then turned to her, smiling what she imagined he thought was
his most endearing smile.

   "Candy, sweet Candy." He said, and she nodded, wanting to get to the
point of this.  "Everybody loves a taste of sweet candy."

   Lord.  Like she hadn't heard that a thousand times.  From him, and
others.  What is it about me, she thought, that attracts dirty old men? 
Just because I'm a teenage girl?  These guys have some leftover fantasies
they have to live out, or what?  Even Uncle Mike.  Jeezus.  Is it just me,
or do they bug every girl they meet?  Actually, it seemed like they
probably did sometimes.

   "Yes, Mr.  Hardy?" She finally said, when it became obvious that he was
waiting for her to say something.

   "Candy, dearest, I just wanted to know if everything was going okay for
you?  Is everyone treating you right?  Anything I need to know about?"

   "No, sir, all is well." She said, still kind of leery.

   "You are so cute, can I take your picture?  I want a picture to remember
you by, when we're not at work." He held his phone up.  Lord.  This was
embarrassing.

   "Sure, Mr.  Hardy.  Take a picture."

   She smiled what she thought was a cute smile, and he snapped away.  And
again, and again.

   "Stand up, dear." He said, and she dutifully stood, letting him snap a
few more.

   "Well, I'd better get back to work..." She started, but he interrupted
her.

   "Oh, don't worry about that, it's a slow night.  How about a little more
leg?"

   Oh lord.  So this was going to turn into a porno shoot, then.  She gave
him a steely glance, and rolled her eyes.  Give them an inch, she thought,
but she reached down and pulled her skirt up a few inches.  He almost
cackled in pleasure, snapping away.

   "A little higher...  please?" He said.  She tried to see behind his desk
to see if he was living up to his nickname, Mr.  Hard-on, but she couldn't
tell.  The old pervert.  Trying to trick a sweet young girl like me into
showing some panty, she thought.  What a pervert.

   She pulled her skirt halfway up her thighs.  "That's it, Mr.  Hardy."
She said.  "That's as high as it goes."

   He pouted, clicking a last few pictures.

   "Candy.  I don't want to offend...  but I would...  compensate you
handsomely...  for any...  "special" pictures that you might allow..." He
had gulped visibly before he spoke, and she realized that he felt like he
was going out on a limb, here.  She knew exactly what he meant by
"special". Weirdly, the idea didn't freak her out, or horrify her.  She had
always liked him, and always accepted that he perved over her.  She wasn't
desperate for money, thank goodness, or she might have felt like she had to
accept his offer.  Her mom paid for everything she needed, pretty much, and
she had her job for spending money.  Still, a fat wad of cash might be
nice. And in a few years she was going to need a car, bad.

   "Mr.  Hardy." She got serious, to let him know she was serious.  "What
kind of money are we talking about?"

   He cleared his throat, and looked around nervously.  "Well, about... 
let's see...  how about a hundred?"

   "Well, it's been fun, but I really must get back to work." She turned
towards the door, and he jumped to his feet.

   "Candy!  Wait!" She almost laughed.  This was too easy.

   "How about...  two hundred?" He seemed embarrassingly desperate, to her.
She realized with a thrill her complete power over him, at the moment.  I
have something he wants almost as much as life itself, she thought. 
Something he wants bad enough to risk angry parents and even jail time
over. Something that he's in the grip of completely.

   "Two fifty, and I'll think about it." She finally said.

   He was too eager.  I should have said three hundred, she thought.  Hell,
five hundred.  "Okay, two fifty, please think about it, yes, let me know."

   Pathetic, she thought.  Pathetic.  What a grip sex has on people. 
Crazy. She knew that to him, this was all about sex.  She knew exactly what
kind of pictures he wanted.  She wondered what she'd decide.  I'll have to
give this some real thought, she thought to herself.  Do I really want to
do this?  Do I want to start something like this?  Will just once satisfy
him?  Will he become obsessed with me or something?

   She nodded curtly to him.  "I'll let you know Monday night."

   "Oh thank you, thank you!" He gushed embarrassingly.  Jeezus, she
thought, get a grip.  Show a little pride.  I'm just a girl.  Or better
yet, get a girlfriend your own age and stop perving over your employees.

   She returned to work and finished the night out.  When she headed home
he caught her eye and crossed his fingers, making her laugh.  Perv, she
thought.  I will let you know Monday.  You might not like it, but I'll let
you know.





   When she got home, her mom greeted her.  "Candy, Mrs.  Marillo's mother
is in the hospital and she needs to go stay with her and she wonders if
you'll watch Roger and Cindy.  It'll be for all night, if you do."

   Oh crap.  She stifled and urge to immediately ask "how much", and nodded
her head.

   "Good, dear, I told her you would." Her mom nodded thankfully.  "I'm
sure she'll pay you, but if she doesn't think of it I will."

   "That's okay, mom, I'm glad to help." She wasn't really, but she was
trying to be nice.  She went upstairs and got her nightgown, and a change
of clothes.

   She stuck her head in the living room but Uncle Mike was gone.  She
kissed her mother goodnight, and headed for the house on the corner.





   Three hours later, they were in the middle of an epic monopoly game. 
Roger, the boy, was twelve, and his sister, Cindy, was nine.  They were
probably old enough to stay by them self, but their mother was
old-fashioned.  Candy understood.  She had watched them often, over the
years.  She knew the kids pretty good by now, and she knew how to handle
them.

   She wiped them out at Monopoly, and sent Cindy packing to the tub.  She
sat in with her, sitting on the closed toilet lid and talking.  She liked
the girl.  Cindy was wholesome and sweet, just a joy.  Now that girl will
be a heart breaker someday, Candy thought, thinking something that she'd
heard her mom say once.  Yep.  Cindy was a sweetheart.  And, she has my
name.  What should have been my name.

   Cindy cleared the bathroom, and the girls departed to make room for
Roger.  Candy was sitting on Cindy's bed, talking to the girl when she
heard Roger call her name.  She went to the bathroom door.

   "Yes, Roger?" She called.

   "Candy.  Come scrub my back like you used to." He said, and she snorted.
Now he hadn't asked her to do that in a long time.  Hell, she used to sit
in the bathroom with him like she did his sister.  Until he got too big for
it.  She pushed in the room, and stood over him.

   She'd always got along pretty good with Roger, and sometimes it almost
seemed like they were tuned to some special wavelength.  He was a boy, and
younger than her, but sometimes they just clicked, or something.  She liked
him...  well, not like that, of course, but she liked him.

   Luckily, she thought, he'd taken a bubble bath.  She took the washrag
and soaked it, and dutifully scrubbed his back.  When she was done they
were still talking, and so she sat on the toilet lid, and continued to talk
to him, like she had his sister.  He leaned back in the tub, and she was
shocked to see his little penis stick up out of the soap bubbles.  His hard
little penis.

   My gawd, thought Candy, this boy is how old?  And he's got a hard-on, a
boner?  Does he know it's showing?  Should I laugh and point, or ignore it?
Roger was chattering away, and she almost half-way thought that he didn't
know it was sticking up, except that...  it was sticking up.  He should be
able to see it in his peripheral vision, at least...

   It does look kind of cute, Candy thought.  She'd never really seen a
penis before.  Well, not up close, at the lake once, she'd seen Joycelyn's
uncle peeing in the woods, but he was so far off she couldn't really see
anything.  Joycelyn had told her all about dicks, though, Joycelyn had
claimed to see lots of them and even touch a few.  And one boy, she hinted
broadly about, she had even taken him into her mouth.  Candy still didn't
know whether to believe that one or not.  Anyway, back to Roger.  His
little weenie stood straight up, out of the water and soap bubbles, pink
and kind of red looking, hard and soft at the same time.  It had a little
cap thingy on it, and she could see a little slit in the end, she knew that
boys peed out of that.  And their stuff came out of there.

   Well, he didn't seem to mind, so she just stared.  All that she could
see was maybe two inches of it, although she imagined it was at least twice
that long, judging by where his waist was in the water.  Well, isn't this
delightful, she thought, having a tub-side conversation while getting a
peek at a boy's weenie.  And who says I don't have a sex life?

   Roger finally seemed to get embarrassed or something, and he said that
she could go.  She went.  She wondered what he'd do when she left.  She
knew what boys did with their weenies.  Joycelyn had told her all about
that too, she had two older brothers.  Joycelyn was quite familiar with
what boys did with their weenies.  She called it "spunk", a word which had
made Candy giggle.  Sex is silly sometimes, Candy thought.  Some of the
words are really silly.  Words had unusual powers, Candy thought, and she
used those powers sparingly, not wanting to use them up.  In Candy's world
"shit" and "fuck" were about as far as you could go when cussing, but the
ultimate, the far-out mind-blowingly ultimate was "cunt".  It was harder to
use than the others, too, being a body part rather than an action.  Candy
had only ever said "cunt" out loud once, when talking about a teacher that
she'd had a fight with last year.  And some dizzy bitch in the crowd had
reported her for it, and she'd almost got expelled, saved by the fact that
no adult had heard her say it.  Stupid cunt.  Who needed that shit.

   Anyway, she idly wondered if Roger was playing with his weenie, in there
in the bathroom, after she'd left.  Who knows.  She wondered if he was old
enough.  She wondered if it had excited him to lay there, and expose
himself to her, or if it just didn't matter to him.  She kind of secretly
hoped it had turned him on.  She had to admit, it had turned her on a
little.  She'd felt that prickling between her legs that she felt when she
let Uncle Mike see her panties, or when she talked to Dalton at school. 
Crazy girl, she thought.  Calm down.  He's just twelve.

   She put Cindy to bed, read her some of the book that her mom was reading
her, and stuck her head in Roger's room.  The boy was in his pajamas,
sitting on his bed, reading.

   "Hey." She said.  "Goodnight."

   "Can I stay up and read?"

   "Sure.  It's Friday night, you can stay up all night for all I care."

   "Okay, thanks."

   She sat on the chair beside his bed.  For some reason she felt an urge
to talk to him.  She was still a little turned on, she thought.

   "Roger..." She finally said.

   "What?" He looked at her blankly.

   "Roger...  why did you show me your weenie?" She giggled, to let him
know she wasn't mad.

   Now, though, he was embarrassed.  He turned a nice shade of red.  He
wouldn't meet her gaze.

   "It was an...  accident..." He finally mumbled.  "I can't help it when
it...  gets like that..."

   She giggled some more.  "Gets like what?  Stiff?"

   "Yes." He looked down.  So did she, and crazily enough, she could see
his pajamas tented out where his little peter was.  Jeezus, she thought,
either he has another boner, or it's still hard.  She wondered what life
was like with a penis, an organ that could, at any time, spring into
protrusive action.  She wondered why she didn't see boys at school with
boners.  Maybe they learned by then to control them.  If they could be
controlled.

   "Roger..." She giggled.  "It's still like that..."

   He sighed, theatrically, she thought.  "It stays like that for hours
sometimes.  It hurts, sometimes.  It hurts now."

   "It hurts?" She was puzzled.  She thought the whole point of erections
was to feel good, not hurt.

   "From being stiff I guess." She almost thought he was being too casual
about even this, talking about it.  She wondered if he'd planned this,
starting with his showing off to her in the tub.  "I don't know if it's
supposed to, but it hurts."

   "Well, I'm sorry for you.  Maybe...  you can find something to make it
feel better."

   She giggled again, and he even smiled, tightly.

   Then he said.  "Candy...  would you rub it?"

   The little perv.  She realized she'd been scammed by a master.  Well,
maybe master was a bit strong.  But he was good.  The little jerk.  This
whole thing was a trick by him to get her hands on his little pecker.  Was
this normal, at age twelve, she thought?  Was sexual harassment of your
babysitter at age twelve normal?  Crazy.

   The parallels between Roger and Mr.  Hardy were amazing.  Same
desperation, same conniving tricks.  Men.  Were they all like this?  From
young to old?  Were there any nice men out there, who didn't think of their
weenies first?  Probably not.

   "Roger." She sighed.  He looked at her, begging, pleading.  She wondered
if it really did hurt, or if he was just saying that.  What the hell, this
might be a good opportunity for her.  Lord knows she'd wondered, after
Joycelyn's stories.

   She got up, and gently shut his door.  She returned to his bed, and
seated herself on the bed, beside him.

   "Roger."

   "What." He seemed kind of defensive, now that it looked like he was
going to get what he wanted.

   "You must never ever ever tell anyone about this.  Never."

   "I won't."

   "I will hunt you down and kill you if you do.  And you know I can do
it."

   "I know." He nodded.

   "Get it out."

   He reached down with a trembling hand, and simply pulled down his pajama
bottoms.  His little prick stood, high and proud.  She giggled.  He giggled
a little even.  You'd better be happy, she thought, you're getting just
what you wanted.

   She cautiously reached out, and touched his warm flesh.  He sighed and
relaxed.  It feels so soft, she thought.  So soft and so hard!  It was
hard. She wiggled it a few times, feeling its resistance.  Amazing.  It
felt so soft and warm.  She realized that she was wondering exactly what it
might feel like in her mouth.  It's come to that, that quickly, she
thought. What am I becoming?  What am I?

   She rubbed and stroked the little organ, getting another sigh from him.
Of course it felt good, she knew that pretty much anything to do with
weenies felt good to boys.  She'd seen boys rubbing themselves on other
girls at school, just like she'd seen dogs humping each other.  She rubbed
and stroked, finally grasping his slender shaft between her fingers and
jacking it back and forth.  Jacking off, she thought, I am jacking off a
boy.  I have my hands around a boy's weenie, and I'm jacking him off.

   "Candy..." Roger finally said.  "If you keep doing that something will
happen..."

   She giggled.  "What.  Tell me."

   "Stuff...  stuff will come out..." He seemed embarrassed.  How could a
boy who was getting jacked off be embarrassed?  she thought.  She didn't
stop.

   "Roger." She hissed, feeling an almost violent burst of wickedness shoot
through her body.  I'm going to do it, she thought.

   "Roger, I'm going to put your weenie...  in my mouth, okay?" She said in
a low voice, grinning at him.  He looked shocked and surprised, almost
frightened.

   "Okay..." He finally said.  "If you...  really want..."

   "I really want." Said Candy, and slowly bent down, holding her hair back
with one hand.  She slurped his hard little shaft into her mouth, feeling
gentle shock at the sensation of his warm flesh entering her body.  I am
sucking on a boy, she thought, wanting to be sure that all of herself
realized it.  It seemed like some parts of her brain still hadn't got the
message.  Attention, all hands.  I have sucked a boy's peter into my mouth.
I am sucking on him, right now.

   Roger had just seemed to collapse, at this.  He was stretched all the
way back on the bed, as she bent over him.  He tasted good, she thought,
fresh and clean...  just had a bath, yes...  but damn he tastes good.  She
ran her tongue over the little cap, feeling the slippery flesh.  She felt
so good, and so dirty at the same times.  So sexy, she thought, this is
what feeling sexy really feels like.  Hey.  I am actually having sex, yes?
I mean, it's not inside me, but this counts, doesn't it?  This is fun, she
decided.

   Roger was most certainly enjoying himself.  And Candy was having a
pretty good time.  This is a blow job, she thought.  I'm giving a blow job.
She knew from Joycelyn that you didn't actually blow.  It should be called
a suck job, yes?  Joycelyn...  I've gotta tell Joycelyn about this... 
although...  Roger needs to be a little older when I tell it, maybe... 
dunno if that matters.  It counts, it's still a peter.

   "Candy." Roger struggled to sit up.  In her mouth, she could feel
contractions from the base of his shaft.

   "Blugh?" She said, her mouth full.

   "It's gonna happen..." Was all he said, and then collapsed again.  Well,
she thought, nice of him to give me a warning.  She sucked a little harder,
preparing to be surprised.

   And she was surprised.  She felt his muscles clench, and contract, and
then something sprayed from the end of his penis into her mouth.  Again and
again it sprayed out, not really filling her mouth completely, but finally
she couldn't contain it any more and it began to run out of her mouth and
down his shaft.  He was grunting and groaning the whole time, and she could
feel the pulses travel through his body.  Now this part he really seems to
enjoy, she thought.

   Finally Roger was done.  Candy gingerly slid his little cock out of her
mouth, and took a gasping gulp of air.  She swallowed, finally tasting the
flavor of what he had sprayed into her mouth.  It wasn't that bad, but
unlike anything she had ever tasted before, though.  It had a slight
cloroxy taste, she decided.  It tasted clean, weirdly, not nasty.  She had
no idea what she'd expected, but it was off the chart.  Not anywhere close.
Strange.

   Wow, she thought.  I just ate sperms.  Cum.  Whatever you call it.  I
just swallowed a mouthful of it.  Without almost even thinking about it. 
How crazy is that.  My first blowjob.  I hope to hell this little perv
enjoyed the shit out of it.  Does this mean his cherry is popped?  Or does
it take regular...  fucking to do that.  Even thinking the word gave her a
sexy thrill...  and she wondered, she really started wondering...  I wonder
if this boy...  can do it?  Would I let him?  Be my first?  Just to do it?
At least I don't think it'd hurt...  she'd heard tales, from more than just
Joycelyn, too, of how sex hurt some girls.  Of guys with really big
dicks... and the pain they caused...  how could that cute little weenie
hurt me, she thought.  He would be a good choice, for a first one.  Have to
think on that one a bit.

   Well, that was it, she thought.  She smiled at him, and, on impulse,
leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips.  He looked surprised, and
she was a little surprised, even.  She rose, waved goodnight to him, and
left the room.

   Later that night, Candy was seized by guilt, and remorse.  She laid on
the couch in the living room, and relived the events of the evening.  What
if Roger told his mother?  What if he bragged to his friends, and one of
them told?  Her mind filled with what ifs, from the simple to the
ridiculous.  This is what's hard about sex, she thought, the guilt.  It's
ridiculous, at my age, to be eaten up with guilt.  I refuse to feel guilty,
she told herself, and tried to live up to her claim.  The best way, she
decided, is to probably do it again.  I just might, she thought.  I just
might.





   There wasn't time, or opportunity, the next day.  In fact, for the next
few days, and the events of that Friday night got further and further from
Candy's mind.  Monday rolled around, and the day passed slowly.  Biology
was her special hour, now.  Dalton was so...  so cool.  You'd never believe
he was a ninth grader, she thought.  He was so much more mature than the
other boys.  So adult, already.  He made her feel so special when they
talked, he stared into her big brown eyes with his big brown eyes, and she
just totally lost focus, usually.  He had that affect on her.

   Victoria and Candy had even made a pact, of sorts.  Or something.  They
were almost friends, weirdly enough.  Candy found herself defending the
other girl from some goofy rumor, even.  Crazy.

   Now, the big deal.  The thing she'd spent all weekend thinking about. 
The Mr.  Hardy deal.  What to do, what to do.  The crazy thing was, after
her little fling with Roger, her "affair", as she tended to think of it as,
she wanted to do something for Mr.  Hardy.  She wanted to make him happy.
She wanted to be naughty.  She wanted to be downright nasty, in fact.

   She had even masturbated, thinking of that.  That, and sucking on Roger,
of course.  Saturday night, and again Sunday night.  She had wiggled her
finger on her clit, and thought about posing for pictures for Mr.  Hardy.
In her thoughts, she was just wearing panties and a bra, and it just got
dirtier from there, until she was naked, dancing around the room as he
snapped picture after picture with his phone.  Then she thought about
Roger, about him filling her mouth with his sperm.  She had nice orgasms,
with that on her mind, surprising herself.  Candy liked to masturbate.  She
hoped real sex was as much fun.  She had never stuck anything up herself,
except for her finger.  Mostly she just stuck her finger on her clit and
wiggled it.  She was good at it, though, and it always satisfied her.  And
that was one thing that she didn't feel guilty about.  She knew even her
mom did it, she knew where her mom kept a plastic penis.  She knew that
masturbating was okay.





   Anyway, after school she trudged off to work, still not knowing what she
was going to tell Mr.  Hardy.  Not knowing what she'd decided.  She hadn't
decided.  Oh shit, she thought, what should I do.  I mean, that is a lot of
money...  but these pictures, they could follow me the rest of my life.  If
my face is in them.  Hmmm.  There's an idea...

   Mr.  Hardy greeted her at the door, and attempted to escort her back to
his office.  She felt a stab of frustration at his persistence.  The
pervert, the silly old pervert.  She waved him away and put on an apron,
and started making tacos.

   She let him steam for a while, and then when she saw he'd gone back to
his office she followed.  His eyes lit up as she entered, and shut the
door.

   "Candy, darling!" He was jovial, like he knew she'd say yes.  She almost
wanted to disappoint him just to see his face fall, like a little boy.

   "Mr.  Hardy."

   "Did you decide?"

   "Yes.  Mr.  Hardy, you've got to understand, I cannot have pictures of
myself in...  questionable circumstances following me the rest of my life."

   His face did fall, at that.  That satisfied her a little bit.

   "If I let you do this, you have to promise me, and I have to have proof
by seeing them, but you have to promise me you won't get my face in any of
the shots.  I am dead serious about this.  You gotta show me the picture
you just took whenever I want to see it, and there had better not be any
face in it.  None.  Nadda.  Zip.  Or it ends right there, and I probably
smash your phone.  You understand?  "

   "Oh yes, Candy, I understand.  I agree, I sympathize with that...  you
are right to expect that..."

   He seemed too willing to please.  She knew how tricky guys could be. 
She would have to watch this aspect of the photo session very closely.

   "How far..." He gulped.  "How much can I see?"

   The perv.  She almost giggled.

   "Panties and bra for sure.  Maybe more if it works out well, if you keep
your promise.  If I don't catch you taking face shots.  Who knows.  It
depends on you."

   He seemed pretty happy, at that.  Who wouldn't be, she thought, what
perv wouldn't be?  He's gonna get his own private little photo shoot. 
He'll probably bust a nut.

   "When can we do this?" He asked.  She thought he was hyperventilating,
he seemed so happy.  He seemed like he was on cloud nine.  Cloud seven, at
least.

   "Up to you.  Uhm, it'd be nice if I could still be on the clock, you
know?  While we do it?"

   "Yes, that's no problem.  How about tomorrow night?  I'll rent a room at
the Granada suites..."

   "Whoa, hold it." Candy already felt like she was losing control.  He was
renting a motel room?  "We're just going to take some pictures.  I'm not
spending the night with you or anything like that."

   "We have to have a place, Candy.  Would you feel better coming to my
place?"

   "We can't do it here?" She had thought that was the idea, all along.

   "There isn't enough room, here.  I'm going to use my real camera, not my
phone."

   Well shit.  She understood, she guessed.

   "Okay, rent a room.  But no monkey business, okay?  You must be on your
best behavior."

   "I will, I will, I promise." He was like a little puppy dog.  Anything
for a pat on the head, she thought.  Jeezus.

   "When do I get the money?" She asked.

   "How about half now, and half when we're done?" He asked, after a
moment's thought.

   "Fair enough."





   The rest of the evening was pretty mundane, after that.  Not much
excitement in real life, after setting up a porno shoot, she thought. 
Well, she knew it wasn't really a porno shoot, but that's what she thought
of it as.  She wondered if Mr.  Hardy would have a hard-on while he took
the pictures.  If he would live up to his nick-name.  Surely, in all my
semi-naked or naked glory, she thought, I can give a sad old man a boner.
Surely.  Yes, tomorrow night was going to be...  interesting, if nothing
else.  She wondered if she'd really have the nerve, or if she'd have to
give the money back.  She patted the lump of cash beneath her waistband for
the hundredth time, to be sure it was still there.  My car fund is now
established, she thought.  Let the pictures begin.  This might actually be
fun, who knows.





   Tuesday she met Joycelyn for lunch.  It was hard not to tell her about
the photo shoot, but she didn't want to, for some reason.  She really
wanted to tell Joycelyn about her little party with Roger, but she lost her
nerve on that one, too.  Joycelyn blabbed away about the stuff in her life,
but Candy just ended up being silent.  Maybe next time, she thought.  The
thing is, it's gonna be out of character for me.  I need to start small.

   She opened her mouth, and said, "I think I got a boyfriend." She winced.
That was dumb, she thought.

   Joycelyn regarded her with bemusement.  "You?" She said.

   "Not really.  Just a little boy I used to babysit who really likes me
now."

   Joycelyn giggled.  "Well, darlin', take what you can get.  You can do
better than that, though.  I know somebody who really likes you."

   Oh shit.  "Who?"

   "Donald Martin.  Don."

   Donald Martin?  Who the hell was that?

   "Who the hell is that?" She asked.

   "You don't know him because he goes to Phembrook High.  He was with my
brother Saturday night, and your name came up.  He said you were fine. 
Fine, and foxy."

   Foxy.  There was that word again.  Candy was pleased.

   "Is he that guy that was in Dale's car that time?  That blonde guy?"

   "Yes, that's the one.  He's quite handsome, in a rugged way."

   Whatever that meant.  Joycelyn.  Silly girl.  Well, shit.  This was a
welcome surprise.  A high school guy liked her?  The guy was sixteen, at
least.  She wondered if he had his own car by now.  This sounded very
promising.  Maybe it meant she was on the way, at last.  She would get a
definite status boost, from having a boyfriend in high school.  If he'd do
it.  She wondered what a boy like him would expect from a girlfriend. 
Surely touching and feeling privileges, at least.  Maybe real sex.  She
knew enough girls who'd do it, just to have a high school boyfriend.  And a
cute one, like Don.  Damn, damn.  She wondered how on earth she could get
in touch with him.  And kind of make it look accidental.





   The evening loomed before her.  The moment of truth.  She wavered
between looking forward to it, and dreading it.  She wondered how she'd get
to the Granada.  Surely he'd drive her, he wouldn't expect her to make it
there on her own.

   She went in the Taco Factory, butterflies in her stomach.  Mr.  Hardy
was nowhere to be seen.  She went to the back, and in his office.  He
smiled up at her.  She was still nervous.  She shut the door.

   "Okay, here's the plan." He said.  "You complain about being sick, and
leave for home.  In a few I'll leave to go to the bank or something, and
I'll pick you up on the sidewalk.  Just head west, down Burbank Avenue, and
I'll find you.  Whoops.  Better give me your cell number, just in case."

   Oh, like she wanted that, him to have her number.  "I have yours.  I'll
call you if I don't see you in a few minutes."

   "Okay, okay.  Good.  Thank you, Candy, thank you.  God, thank you."

   She just looked at him and laughed.  Pathetic, she thought.  Now I'm
seeing the real him.  What a weenie.  He wants me so bad.  Well, I can
respect that, I'm cool and desirable, but still...  Jeez...  get a grip...

   "Mr.  Hardy.  Just tell them you're taking me home because I'm sick, and
then running some errands.  No one will care, anyway."

   "Okay, that's a good idea.  Go on, I'll be out in a few minutes."

   She went on out, put on an apron, and started an order.  In a few
minutes Mr.  Hardy came out, and addressed the shop.  "I'm going to the
bank, and running a few errands.  Anything I should know?"

   "Mr.  Hardy." Candy put her acting skills into play.  "Would you run me
home?  I think I'm sick, and I have to leave."

   "Sure, Candy.  Come on, then."

   She hung up her apron and followed him.  Only one girl seemed to follow
her suspiciously, Louise.  Well, you'll just have to believe, Candy
thought.

   He unlocked the door to his Cooper and she crawled in.  They took off
down the street.

   "Candy.  I brought some...  things...  for you to wear, if you want."

   Oh joy.  She could just imagine what kind of slut costumes he probably
had for her.  He probably had a whole closet full of the shit, at home. 
Right next to his used panty collection.

   "Okay.  We'll see." She did her best to remain cool and calm and
collected.  Be on your guard, though, she told herself.  Your going to
spend some time alone in a motel room with a certifiable sex maniac.  Be
ready to defend yourself.  His penis might take over his body.  Who knows.

   They went a few miles on the highway, and then turned off at the
Granada's exit.  He parked and they sat for a moment.  He turned to her.

   "Just sit here for five minutes or so.  Then come on up, room 512.  I'll
leave the door unlocked."

   She wasn't sure about the spy vs.  spy routine, but if that's what made
him feel better, okay.  She sat in the car for what her phone said was five
minutes, went in and then ascended to the fifth floor in the elevator. 
Room 512 was right near the elevator shaft.  The door was unlocked, and she
pushed on in.

   Mr.  Hardy was busily arranging clothes on one of the beds.  Lord, she
thought.  She had seen him take a suitcase out of the trunk, but she had no
idea how he'd manage to cram all this crap into a single suitcase.  She
looked the clothes over.  Most were nighties and teddies and such, stuff
she'd already figured he'd have.  Lots of panties and tops, and lots and
lots of thongs.

   Candy had given some thought that morning on what to wear, underneath.
She knew she'd have to give him a pretty good show, if she didn't just plop
her meat out on the countertop like a butcher.  She wore a nice white
thong, very thin in back, just a string, in fact.  And a nice
semi-transparent top.  She had admired herself in the mirror for a minute,
and decided she looked hot.  Hot enough to blow an old man's balls right
off his crotch.  Some of the stuff he'd brought did look cool, though. 
Maybe she'd try some of it on.  She hesitantly sniffed the crotch of a
thong, wondering if it had been worn before.

   "Don't worry, it's all clean.  I know how you girls are." He said,
laughing.  She giggled.  That probably had looked a little strange.  Mr. 
Hardy opened a case and pulled out a large camera.  Candy didn't know
anything about cameras, except that this one looked expensive.  Damn
expensive.  He mounted a flash on top of it.

   "Well, dear.  Whenever you're ready." He went to the door and slid the
chain home, and double-checked the lock.  She tried not to be paranoid as
she realized how hard it would be to leave in a hurry.  He'd just better
not, she thought.

   She realized he was waiting on her.

   "Mr.  Hardy.  You can take some face shots, with all my clothes on, if
you wish.  I'll give you that much."

   "Oh, thank you, darling, thank you." He began firing away.  She just
stood, moving about slightly, trying to remember how models did it on TV.
She posed, hands on hips, hands crossed, hands behind her, and he grunted
appreciatively.  Lord, she thought, he's already taken a hundred.  The
flash was blinding, and the camera was loud.  She was sure that anybody out
in the hall could hear it and know what was going on.

   Suddenly, her phone rang.  Jeezus.  She looked at the caller ID.  Shit.
It was Louise, from work.  So she did suspect.  She motioned Mr.  bHardy to
silence, and took the call, trying to sound sick.

   "Yes?"

   "Candy, dear...  just wanted to make sure that horrid Mr.  Hardy got you
home in one piece...  you are okay?"

   "Yes, Louise, all went well.  Thanks for being concerned." She winked at
Mr.  Hardy, and he smiled.  He ogled her as she made small talk, and
finally Louise hung up.

   "Jeezus." Said Candy, setting her phone on the TV.  "Where were we?"

   "I think you were about to take your top off." Said Mr.  Hardy, not
bothering to hide the eagerness in his voice.  She sighed.

   "Mr.  Hardy.  You can keep taking my face, if you let me have copies of
these pictures.  And you must swear your most sacred swear not to let these
get out.  If I see these pictures on the internet, I swear by Cthulhu I
will hunt you down and strangle you with your colon.  Do you understand?  I
am serious about this."

   "Yes, yes, I understand.  Candy, these pictures will go on my encrypted
drive, and no one but myself will ever see them.  I swear on my mother's
grave."

   Shit I hope I don't regret this, Candy thought, as she smiled her
sunniest smile for the camera.  She started unbuttoning her blouse.

   "Candy...  before you take your uniform off, could you maybe...  show me
a little leg?  Some peeks maybe?"

   Oh lord.  The director emerges.  She just smiled at him, though, and
slowly began pulling her skirt up.  Higher and higher it went, until she
was sure he could see her thong.

   He motioned to the bed behind her, and she fell backwards onto it.  Her
dress did fly up then, and from his sharp intake of breath she could tell
for sure he'd seen her thong.  She felt a burst of pure wickedness shoot
through her body.  I am turning him on, she thought, I am blowing his dirty
little mind.

   She pulled her legs up on the bed, knowing that it would lift her skirt
and show her panties.  Her thong.  And a good portion of her butt.  She
felt sexy, showing off for him.  She looked at his crotch, and was
surprised at the large protrusion there.  He was going good, already, she
thought.  He was ready for action.  Well, she thought, this is all the
action there's gonna be.

   She tried to make it good for him, at least.  He was paying for it,
after all.  And it was kind of sexy, showing off for the camera.  She
really wanted to see the pictures when he was through.  She wanted her own
copy of them.  Surely he'd do that for her.  He'd said he would.

   She flopped around on the bed, allowing her skirt to rise to her waist.
She showed her butt off to him, standing up on her hands and knees and
leering at the camera, sticking her butt up in the air.  She was sure it
looked cute.  And probably a little bit slutty.  So what.

   She finally unbuttoned her skirt and top, and threw them off.  Mr. 
Hardy clicked away the whole time.  Now she rolled around the bed in just
her bra and thong, feeling really sexy.

   She almost laughed to hear him moan out loud.  She was sure he was
turned on supremely.  She was a little turned on herself.  This was fun. 
And sexy.

   She sat on the edge of the bed, and spread her legs slightly.  He came
in close with the camera, the flash blinding her.  He stuck the lens maybe
two feet from her thong-covered pussy, obviously trying for the close-up
look.  She spread her legs a little more, and he moaned again.

   "Candy...  darling..." He finally said, stopping the camera action.  "I
cannot stand this much longer...  would you...  would you..."

   Oh shit, she thought, here it comes, the proposal.  How much will he
offer me for this, to have sex with him?

   "Candy.  Would you mind terribly if I took my...  my organ out?"

   Took it out?  What did he mean?  Pull it out of his pants?  That was
all? That was kind of a relief, if that's all he wanted.  She was already
curious to see what he looked like.  What a grown-up one looked like.

   "I don't care, Mr.  Hardy." She said, and he set the camera down.  He
turned away from her, and messed with the front of his jeans.  He turned
his head to her and gave her a weak smile, and then reclaimed his camera.
When he turned back around, she could see his hard penis, and it was
slightly impressive.  It was maybe seven inches long, and fairly fat,
compared to Roger's teeny weenie, at least.  It was hard, damn, it was
hard, Candy could tell it was way harder than Roger's had been.  Maybe
because Mr.  Hardy was older.  Maybe because she turned him on that much
more.  She preferred to think of that one.

   His cock bounced slightly as he started clicking off pictures again. 
She was slightly amused at his nonchalance, as he photographed her with his
hard cock flopping back and forth.  She couldn't stop staring at it.  There
is just something fascinating about weenies, she thought.  No wonder boys
are fascinated with them.  And girls.  She examined it as best she could,
seeing the blood vessels running down the side of it, the hard almost red
cap on the end, and the large swinging balls underneath it.  Mr.  Hardy had
simply pulled his penis and balls out his zipper, leaving his pants
snapped. Weirdly, Candy didn't feel threatened, locked in a room with a man
who was exposing his cock.  She felt like she could control him, if she had
to.

   Every now and then, as he took picture after picture, Mr.  Hardy reached
down and ran his hand from the tip of his dick to the root of it.  She
supposed that made it feel good.  She wondered if he was going to squirt
his semen at some point.  She wanted to see it, if he did.

   "Candy." He spoke, clicking away.  "Candy, you are the sexiest girl
alive.  I cannot stand it, almost, you are so sexy.  And beautiful.  God,
you are beautiful."

   She giggled.  "No use trying to sweet talk me, Mr.  Hardy.  This is a
business deal, remember?"

   He laughed, but continued.  "I'm just telling you the truth.  You are
sexy personified.  You are hot.  You are cute.  Please get up on the bed on
your hands and knees and let me take some more pics of your butt."

   She did just that, crawling up, facing away from him.  She heard the
camera click as she lay her chest down on the mattress, and reached back
with both hands, grabbing an ass cheek with each.  She spread her ass
apart, feeling naughty, and loving it.  She knew the little string of her
thong wouldn't cover her asshole.  She wanted him to see her asshole.  She
was surprised how badly she wanted him to see her asshole.

   "Jeezus..." He breathed, forgetting to click the camera for a while as
he stared and licked his lips.

   "Candy."

   "What."

   "I'll give you another hundred bucks if you let me...  sniff your
asshole.  And your pussy."

   She stopped posing, and thought about it.  What the hell, it was a
hundred bucks.  And look what she'd done already.  She might as well. 
This, at least, wouldn't leave evidence.  She nodded, and then said "Okay."
when she realized he couldn't see her head.

   She didn't move, she just lay there, chest down on the bed, while he
approached.  She felt his breath on her ass, then, and a gentle tickle as
some part of his face touched her ass.

   "Sorry." He said.

   "That's okay." She said.  She knew it had been an accident.  She could
almost feel the warmth from his body, as he nestled his face inbetween her
ass cheeks.  She had spread her ass as wide as she could.  She couldn't
tell what he was doing, but assumed he was breathing her scent in.  Candy
had rubbed her asshole before and sniffed her finger, and she knew that no
matter how clean you got it, assholes always smelled a little bit like
poop. She accepted that, and figured that was part of what turned him on.
She knew that most guys were perverts, and she figured he, like most other
guys, was into assholes.  She'd seen porno on the internet of a guy with
his face buried in a woman's ass, licking her asshole.  That was kind of
sexy to think about, at least, a guy that liked you enough to lick where
you pooped from.  She hoped to find a guy like that someday.

   The minutes dragged.  Finally she heard him grunt and groan, and a soft
squishing splattering noise on the rug, and she realized he was
ejaculating. She smelled the smell of semen almost immediately, and felt a
tingling in her pussy as she remembered Roger and the taste of his semen in
her mouth.

   She didn't do anything, though, and finally Mr.  Hardy straightened up.
"Sorry about that." He said apologetically, and she giggled.

   "It's okay, I understand."

   "Give me a minute to rest, please.  You wear me out, girl."

   She giggled some more.  She turned around and lay on her side on the
bed, watching him.  He was squeezing his penis, squeezing drops of stuff
out of the end of it.  It was still fairly long and big around.  She
wondered if it would ever go down all the way, as long as she was here. 
Maybe not.

   "Mr.  Hardy." She said, and he looked at her.  "How many girls have you
done this with?"

   He hesitated, not sure if he wanted to reveal this information.  Finally
he said "Four or five maybe."

   "Any I know?" She asked.

   "Probably not, I haven't done this for a while."

   "Why not?"

   "One special enough just didn't come along.  Until you." That was a
silly answer, but it pleased her.

   He finally turned loose of his pecker, and picked the camera up again.

   "Candy." He said, regarding her as she lay on the bed.  "I won't get
your face in the shots, but...  could I shoot your pussy?  Bare?  And your
butt?  Plus, remember you said I could sniff your pussy, too..."

   She squirmed.  She already figured she had given him his money's worth.
She thought about squeezing him for more money, but she had a little
sympathy for him.  He was just a pathetic old man.  Let him have his fun.

   "Okay, but no face." She finally said, and slowly, carefully slid her
thong down her thighs.  She kept her legs together, though, at this point.
She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, and drew it off.  He almost
gasped for air as her beautiful tits came into view.

   Candy had some nice tits.  She knew that.  Even her mother had
complimented her once, on her nice tits.  Firm, high, well shaped, capped
with a beautiful big puffy nipple...  Candy's tits were the thing dreams
were made of.  Mr.  Hardy felt faint, and he almost gasped for breath.  The
girl was amazing.  An ass from heaven, and these tits?  No one deserved so
much, in one body.  He loved her more than ever, desperately, hopelessly.
He would die for her, and kill for her.  He loved her more that moment than
he had anyone else in his life, even his once-beautiful ex-wife.  Way more
than his once-beautiful ex-wife.  This girl was fabulous.  She was a
natural.  She was incredible.

   He raised the camera, and began clicking, totally forgetting about the
face prohibition.  When he finally remembered and lowered the lens a bit, a
hundred pictures had gone by.  Candy had forgotten it, too, she was getting
into posing for him nude.  She was really turned on, now, she could feel
prickles from her pussy, and wetness also.  She almost wanted to stick her
finger in it, just to blow his mind.  Maybe later.

   She finally lay back on the bed, and spread her legs.  He immediately
dived inbetween them, and began taking close-ups of her beautiful pussy. 
He was in heaven.  She spread her legs further, feeling dirty, and turned
on.  I am such a whore, she thought, giggling to herself.  I am using sex
to make money.  I'm a whore.  She loved the naughty feeling repeating that
phrase to herself gave her.  She would have kicked anybody else's ass if
they'd called her that, but it was okay when she said it.

   "Candy." He stopped.  "You said I could sniff your pussy.  I'm going to,
now, okay?"

   She nodded, and relaxed.  His head disappeared out of her field of
vision, and she stared at the ceiling for a few minutes as he sniffed
around her wonderful, fabulous pussy.  She smelled incredible to him, she
smelled like sex and love and pussy and young girls, everything rolled into
one.  He breathed her odor in, sucking air into his nostrils until he
almost gave himself a headache.

   "Candy." This was almost getting predictable, she thought.  She knew
what he wanted now.  He wanted to lick her pussy.

   "Candy, I'll give you another hundred...  if I can lick you... 
please..."

   She laughed.  This was getting funny.

   "Whatever, Mr.  H." She said, giggling.  "Go to town.  You now owe me
three hundred and twenty dollars."

   He set the camera on the bed beside her, and slowly approached her
nether regions.  When his tongue touched her she felt an electric shock run
the length of her body.  Jeezus, she thought, she told herself.  Jeezus.  A
man is licking my pussy.  No.  My cunt.  My CUNT.  A man is licking my
CUNT. And it feels great.

   It did feel great.  He slurped around, down the length of her pussy
crack almost to her asshole, and then he concentrated on her clit.  Her
legs shook and trembled and she felt, that quickly, the familiar sensations
of coming start up.  He pulled her little pussy lips in his mouth and
sucked on them, causing her to giggle.  He licked the crease of her leg on
both sides, tickling her.  He scrubbed his nose and chin in her little
patch of pussy hair.  He rubbed her clit with his nose, as he tried to
stick his tongue deep in her pussy.  His tongue crawled back down her slit,
past her perineum, and as she spread her legs even further he licked her
asshole.  She loved that, for some reason, more than her pussy even.  It
seemed so...  profound, or something.  Her asshole.  He loved her enough to
lick her asshole.

   This went on for quite a while.  Candy came, hard the first time.  She
pounded her arms on the bed, and arched her back so far it almost hurt. 
She came good.  She knew a good cum when she had one.  This one was like
that time she'd gone a few weeks without masturbating, and then finally
done it.  Intense.  Extreme.  This was fun.  She wondered if it felt this
good for boys, when they came.  Probably not, nothing could equal this, she
thought.

   He never stopped, after she came.  He just went on and on.  At one point
she glanced at the clock on the little table between the beds, and was
surprised to see it was a little past six o'clock.  Jeezus, they had been
doing this for over two hours.  How time flies, she thought.  She relaxed,
and let him lick her.  She was in no hurry.  She had nowhere to go.  Her
mom thought she was at work.  She was a big girl now, anyway.  Hell, this
proved that, right?  She realized that she was ready.  Ready to be fucked.
She got a naughty thrill from even thinking the word.  From the realization
of what it represented.  Donald.  She needed to get in touch with Donald,
somehow.  He would be the one.  Mr.  Hardy was not the one, although he
would love to do it, she was sure.  And he'd probably pay well for the
honor.  But she wanted her first time to be special.  She wanted it to be
Don.  Don, or Dalton.  She'd settle for Dalton.  She wondered if Dalton had
ever had real sex before.  Probably, with his looks and style.  He'd
probably ploughed a few dozens fields already.  She'd be one of those, she
guessed, she'd do it.  But Don.  She hungered for Don.  Big strong Don. 
She wanted to be his.  She wanted to belong to him.

   "Candy." Mr.  Hardy raised his head from her saliva-coated genitals. 
"Darling...  I'm not going to say it...  but I'll give you another three
hundred, if...  you know?  If?"

   She knew what he meant.  If he could fuck her.  He probably didn't want
to say it out loud, though.  She understood.

   She stopped him, and rolled to her side.  She sat up, and looked
imploringly at him.

   "Mr.  Hardy.  I want you to understand this." He looked surprised.  She
continued.  "Mr.  Hardy, I like you, and this has been fun.  And the money
is just icing on the cake.  I would do it with you, but I'm kind of saving
myself for somebody special.  I'll let you do almost anything except that.
You can't put it in my pussy or my butt, okay?  I'll even suck it if you
want, but I don't want to pop my cherry.  Not yet.  Does that make sense?"

   He sighed, and laughed.  "Yes, I understand.  Candy, you are the
sweetest, most special girl I've ever met.  Even if you didn't do this
stuff with me.  You've made an old man very happy.  I will remember this,
and you, for the rest of my life.  You are lovely, darling, a gem in a
world of rocks.  Please remember me kindly, in spite of what I've done to
you."

   She sat up and hugged him, but she couldn't bring herself to kiss him.
Kissing was special, something else she was going to save for the right
person.

   She leaned back.  "Mr.  Hardy.  Lick me some more.  Make me cum again."





   The rest of the evening passed in a blur.  She did cum again.  And
again, and again and maybe again.  She finally sat up as he stood before
her, and took his penis in her mouth.  It felt huge, after Roger's little
one.  She sucked and slurped on it, and he moaned and groaned and it wasn't
long before he filled her mouth with cum.  And he really filled it.  It
squirted out and down his legs.  It tasted different that Roger's, older,
more dusty or something.  Maybe all sperm tastes different, she thought. 
She already considered herself somewhat of an expert on it, even though she
only done it twice.  Anyway, she gulped it down, and licked his dick clean,
giggling.  She played with his balls, loving the feel of them, loving the
way they had clenched upwards under his belly when he'd ejaculated.

   Finally eight o'clock passed.

   "Well, it's been fun, but I really must go." She finally said, as they
sat side by side on the bed, talking.  They were both pretty tired.  Mr. 
Hardy gathered up his camera, and packed away all the clothes in his
suitcase.  Hoping to cheer him up, Candy said, "Maybe next time we can try
on those clothes."

   She was pretty sure there'd be a next time.  Once his entertainment fund
replenished itself.  She knew she'd do it again, if he asked.  It had been
fun, fun and naughty.  And sexy.  She'd had a good time.

   He dropped her off a few blocks from home, and she walked home in the
dusk.  Her mom was gone, but Uncle Mike was sitting in the living room,
bathed in the glow of the TV.  She stopped for a while and talked with him,
and finally went up to her room.  Not even nine o'clock, but she was tired.
She hit the sack, not even remembering to brush her teeth.





   School went okay Tuesday, and then she was at work.  Mr.  Hardy motioned
her into his office as soon as she arrived, but she gave it some time, she
didn't want the others to notice her doing it so often.  She finally
wandered back to the back, went in and shut the door.

   "Oh, darling, I'm so glad to see you..." Mr.  Hardy started gushing, but
she cut him off.

   "You got the pictures?"

   "Yes, on my laptop.  Want to see them?" They spent the next hour looking
through the hundreds of pictures Mr.  Hardy had taken.  She crowded behind
his chair, ignoring his offer of sitting on his lap.  They were interrupted
several times by other employees, but no one could see what they were
looking at, at least.

   Candy was entranced, fascinated and horrified by the pictures.  I look
like that?  She thought, seeing rolls of baby fat here and there, and even
a few wrinkles when she had bent over.  And the sheer sluttiness of many of
them shocked her.

   Just to maintain control she made him delete some pussy pics that had
her face in it, although she knew that he'd probably somehow undelete them
later.  The close-up pussy pictures were kind of fascinating, She had never
seen her own pussy up so close, or from that angle.  It was cute, she
finally decided.  And her little butthole was cute.  No wonder guys liked
to lick them.

   "Mr.  Hardy." She finally asked, when he was done.  She stood at the
door.  "Can you make me a DVD of those?  Would you?"

   "Sure, Candy...  You just need to be very careful with it, and not let
it fall into your parent's hands.  Or any other grown-up."

   "I know, I know.  My mom never even comes in my room.  But I'll hide it.
Write the name of some game on it, or some computer program thing."

   "Yes, good idea.  I'll give it to you tomorrow." Candy went out, and
spent the rest of the evening assembling tacos and clearing tables.  She
made six dollars in tips, and she was happy.  Money just seemed to be
flowing in, lately.  Money?  Shit.

   She went back to Mr.  Hardy's office.  His eyes lit up when he saw her.

   "Mr.  Hardy...  not to be pushy, but remember that you owe me three
hundred and twenty dollars..."

   His eyes unlit, and he said, "I'll go to the ATM before you get off
work. And thanks again, darling."

   She returned to work.  This was working out nicely.





   The next day, Candy and Victoria got stuck sweeping and mopping the gym.
The gym?  They were both horrified.  The gym was like a million square
feet. Jeezus, that would take a week.  Miss Underhill just smiled.

   "Girls, the concept of punishment should be clear to you by age
fourteen. We don't want squabbles in the showers again, right?  You don't
want to have to mop the gym again, right?"

   "I don't wanna mop it the first time." Mumbled Candy, drawing a tight
smile from the coach.

   "Well, now you know how to prevent it." The coach marched off, to run
the rest of the class around the football field a few times.  Candy didn't
like to run, but it would still be better than this shit.  Jeezus.

   Just sweeping it took almost all hour.  This was endless punishment. 
They talked at least, shouting when they were far away.  Finally they just
stood side by side and swept, walking end to end.  The talk got kind of
nasty, and Candy almost told Victoria about her little adventure last night
with Mr.  Hardy.  But she just didn't know the girl that well, so she kept
her mouth shut.  She still wasn't even sure she'd tell Joycelyn, even.

   "Candy." Victoria said, huskily.  "Candy, are you still a virgin?"

   Candy giggled.  "Yes.  Are you?"

   "Yes.  Not because I wanna be."

   "Same here.  If the right guy will just come along."

   "Goddam, if just any guy will come along." Said Victoria, stopping to
pick up some paper scraps.  Candy regarded her with bemusement.

   "Victoria, you are so cute, I cannot believe you can't just snap your
fingers and get a guy.  Don't you have a boyfriend?"

   Victoria sighed and made a face.  "Yes, David Malone, but he's way to
good for sex.  He respects me too much or something stupid like that."

   Candy giggled.  Most girls would want a guy like that.  She kind of
would, but she would want a little bit of wickedness every now and then
also.

   "I know a HS guy that likes me, but I don't know what to do about it.  I
don't know if I should run with it, or what."

   "Oh, shit, really.  A high schooler?  Damn.  I'd do it.  Who is it?"

   "Donald Martin."

   Victoria just stood and stared.

   "Donald Martin?" She finally said.  "You mean Deadly Don Martin?  The
kick-boxer?  He won all that shit last year, at the trials.  Fuck, girl,
Don Martin likes you?"

   Candy giggled, embarrassed.  She felt a thrill inside.  She didn't want
to tell Victoria how tenuous her link with Don Martin was.  And she wanted
to strengthen that link.

   "Well, he just says he likes me.  Nothing has happened because of it,
yet."

   "He's got a bitchin' car, too.  Goddam."

   Well, that was cool.  Victoria was impressed with her.  They swept some
more.

   "Candy." Victoria spoke.  "How far have you gone with a guy."

   Candy giggled some more.  Did she dare tell this girl.  She wiggled
around a bit uncomfortably.  The urge to tell was strong.  She wanted to
keep impressing Victoria.

   "Pretty far...  you?"

   "Pretty far, like what?  Frenching?  Finger-fucks?  BJ's?"

   Candy giggled some more.  "If I tell you something, you have to tell me
something.  Okay?"

   "Okay, although I don't have that much to tell."

   Candy could almost not believe that.  Foxy, hot Victoria?  She was
inexperienced?  She would have figured, if you asked her a few days ago,
that Victoria had already done it and everything.  Crazy.

   "Victoria.  I have given two BJ's, and been pussy licked, till I came."

   There was silence for a while as they swept.  Candy looked around to
make sure that no one was within listening distance.  Some seventh graders
were horsing around up in the stands, but they were like two hundred feet
away.

   "Goddam, Candy, you are so lucky.  I've never done anything like that.
I've seen one, once, for a few minutes, but I didn't touch it.  Me and
David have frenched, but only a few times.  He's not crazy about kissing. I
think he's paranoid about his breath."

   Candy giggled, and Victoria finally joined in.  They swept for a while.

   "Candy.  What does it taste like?"

   Candy assumed she meant cum.  "Kind of cloroxy, to me.  Kind of like
dust.  I think it depends on the age of the person."

   "Oh jeez.  Candy.  Were they old, or our age?"

   "One was a year or two younger, and one..." She stopped and giggled, not
sure if she should admit this or not.  What the hell.  "One was way older."

   "Oh, shit.  You did it with an adult?  Jeezus, girl.  Jeezus."

   Victoria seemed impressed.  Candy felt warm and fuzzy.  She laughed.

   "Vic.  It will happen for you.  Just wait your turn.  It will come."

   "I've waited years already.  I've been ready for years.  Jeezus."

   Candy felt sorry for the other girl.  She felt like her life was coming
along nicely, even though she had yet to make it with someone her own age.
The thing with Mr.  Hardy should have disgusted her, but it ended up just
making her feel sexy whenever she thought about it.  She still enjoyed the
feeling of power she had over him.  She realized that she could probably
get him to do just about anything, just by waving her tits and ass in his
face.  She could tell he was crazy for her.

   "Vic.  Old farts are easy.  They are so hot for girls, girls like us,
young girls.  They will do anything just to get a peek, much less a touch.
It's crazy, really."

   Victoria nodded.  "Yeah, I guess.  I've noticed that too.  I can tell
just by the way grandpas stare at me in the store and stuff.  I can tell
they're hot for me, or for girls period."

   "Yeah, it's wild.  Even my Uncle Mike, that we live with..." Oh shit. 
Did she really want to tell this?  "Even him, I can tell, he's hot for
girls.  Even for me, somewhat."

   "Yeah, I got an uncle like that.  I know if I just nodded my head, he'd
bang me on the kitchen table."

   They both giggled, and finally the sweeping was done.  Damn.  Still
fifteen minutes to go.  They trudged off to the mop closet, and filled two
buckets.





   Life at the Taco Factory had changed a little bit, for Candy.  Everyone
just seemed to know, somehow, that she was now Mr.  Hardy's favorite.  It
kind of made things, at times, uncomfortable for Candy.  She just kept her
head down, and made tacos.  She still got lots of tips.  Her money jar at
home was filling up nicely, the four hundred plus she'd made from Mr. 
Hardy started it off well.  She felt fairly certain in a week or two he'd
make another offer to her.  Having a pussy is lucrative, she thought.  It's
like having a little cash machine between your legs.  I better not get
carried away with it, though, or I'll be standing on the street corner
waving down cars.  She wondered how many hookers were named Candy. 
Probably a lot.

   She continued to get closer and closer to Victoria.  To her surprise,
Victoria invited her to her house that Friday night.  She phoned her mom
and told her she wouldn't be home, and followed Victoria home.  The girl
lived about halfway between Uncle Mike's house, and the school. 
Convenient. Her house was nice, huge, with a hot tub and pool in the back.
Damn.  Rich folks.  They sat around and watched TV and giggled about
school, and then all went out to dinner with Vic's folks.  Her parents were
nice, still together, her mom was kind of ditzy, but her dad was solid and
thoughtful, a real nice guy.  The two girls related the story of their
fight last week, among many giggles, and her parents just smiled and her
dad shook his head.

   "Well," He said, "I'm glad you two have become friends, in spite of
that. Were you friends before?"

   Candy looked at Victoria, and shook her head.  "No, not really...  I
mean we knew each other, we've known each other since grade school..."

   "Crazy." Said Victoria, giggling.

   "What are you girls going to do tonight?" Said Mrs.  Decker.

   "I dunno." Said Victoria.  "Maybe just soak in the tub.  Where is
Rodney?"

   "No idea." Said her father.

   "I believe he has to work tonight." Said Mrs.  Decker.

   "No idea." Said her father again.  He glanced at Candy for a moment, and
she felt the familiar electrical shock.  Just from that quick look.  She
could tell he liked her.  Another girl watcher, she thought.  What the hell
is it with these guys.  He's got an attractive wife, and he's still making
eyes at his daughter's friends.  What the hell is it.  Is it just a guy
thing?





   Later, though, when they returned to the house, Rodney was there. 
Preparing to go out.  Victoria made introductions between Candy and Rodney,
her older brother.  He seemed to like Candy.  She could tell, that quick.
He was okay, not her ideal man, but okay.

   "Rodney.  Take us with you.  It is so boring here." Said Victoria.  He
just snorted.

   "I'm not dragging a couple of girls to the lake.  Not my sister.  Stuff
goes on out there."

   "Awwww, come on.  We won't get in your way.  Are you meeting Des out
there?"

   "Yes.  So what though?"

   "So nothing.  Just take us.  Please?"

   Candy stayed out of this.  She didn't want to be somewhere where she
wasn't wanted.  But it did sound like fun, though.  She knew about the
lake. She knew about what went on out there.  Making out, mostly.  Mostly
where the high schoolers hung out, the guys.  Girls who wanted a sure thing
went out there, and got it.

   "Okay." Rodney finally said.  "Just stay in the back seat and keep your
mouths shut."

   They all piled into Rodney's car, and headed for the lake.  Candy was
secretly thrilled, this was her first time going to the lake.  Victoria
actually looked a little nervous, and Candy wondered if she'd been out
there before.

   There was like twenty cars there, when they got there.  Rodney pretty
much ignored them after that, and jumped out, and headed for Desiree's car.
Victoria and Candy slowly climbed out, and sat on the hood.  Almost
immediately two boys came up, and started talking to them.  High school
boys, cool.  They talked mostly about silly stuff, school and jobs and
such.

   "I saw you at the Taco Factory." One boy said to Candy.  "I ate your
taco."

   The other boy sniggered, and Candy and Victoria giggled.

   "Like I haven't heard that a million times." Candy said.  The boy looked
pleased he'd made a funny.

   Two more boys walked up.  Candy looked up at the first.  My god, she
thought.  It's him.  It was Don Martin.  She closed her mouth, not wanting
to look like a dope.  He smiled at her.

   "Hi, Candy." He said.  She melted.  My god, she thought, he knows my
name.  My panties are wet.  Already.

   "Hi, Don." She said, trying to keep her voice neutral.

   He seemed surprised that she knew his name.  On impulse she scooted over
to the side, making him a place, and he seated himself, as if it was the
most natural thing in the world.  The other two boys seemed to get the
message, and drifted away.

   "I heard you got in a little fight this week." Don said, and Victoria
and Candy giggled.

   "Yeah." Said Candy.  Victoria laughed.

   "She gave me a bloody nose." Said Victoria, and Don laughed.

   "Really.  It was you?" Victoria nodded.

   "And your friends now?"

   "Yeah.  Crazy huh." Said Candy.

   "Not really." Said Don.  "Some of my best friends are guys I've fought."

   They talked for a while about school and stuff.  The other guy and
Victoria finally went a few feet away, and Candy could hear their voices,
low and murmuring.  She sighed.  She was happy, but apprehensive.  She felt
like this was her big chance, and she didn't want to blow it.  She wanted
him to know she was interested.  She wanted to know if he was interested.
I'm just a little junior high kid to him, she thought.  I need to be
careful and not look to desperate.

   "Where do you live?" Don said.

   "Over on Stiles.  Poor part of town." She said, laughing.

   He laughed.  "I know where Stiles is.  It's not that bad."

   "My mom and I live with my uncle.  He's in the twenty-fourth.  We watch
his house for him when he's gone."

   "Really.  That is cool.  A ranger, huh."

   "Yes, he's a bad-ass.  He gets to kill people all the time." She
giggled. Don giggled back.

   "Damn.  I wanna do that, someday."

   "Really.  You thinkin' 'bout goin' in?"

   "Yeah, a little.  Maybe."

   "I heard you kick-box."

   "Yeah...  it's just a...  hobby I guess.  Fighting is fun, when you
win."

   "Yeah."

   Silence dragged.  She leaned towards him, almost imperceptibly.  He
leaned towards her, more aggressively, and their shoulders touched.  She
didn't pull away.

   "I see you at the Taco Factory every now and then." He finally said. 
She drew a blank on that one.

   "Really.  I'd think I would have remembered you..." She knew she would
have.  Even before she'd met him, he was pretty distinctive.

   "Oh, I always go through the drive-thru.  But I see you in there."

   "Ah." That made sense.  She hardly ever worked the drive-thru.  No tips.

   They were quiet for a while, just sitting together.  Candy leaned a
little further, and felt more of his warm body contact hers.  God, he felt
hard, muscular, she thought.  She could feel her pussy prickling.  Just
wait, silly, she thought.  Just wait.

   Victoria and the other boy came back.  "We're gonna walk around the lake
some, wanna come?" She asked, and Don and Candy hopped down and joined
them. The four of them walked halfway around the lake, to the muddy end. 
When they turned around Don took Candy's hand to help her over a log, and
he never released it.  It just seemed so natural to her.  Well done, she
thought.  Well done.  She was happy to walk with him, and hold hands.  This
is progressing well, she thought.

   When they returned to the parking lot, Don said, "Come on, you guys,
lets go to the Dairy King."

   Victoria hunted down Rodney, and after a mild argument with him, she
returned, laughing.

   "Suddenly, he's 'responsible' for me.  Lord."

   They went to Don's car, and Allen and Victoria crawled in the back. 
Candy got in the front, and of course Don drove.  Damn, she thought. 
Bucket seats.  Oh well.  The old cars were better for this kind of stuff.

   They got some ice cream at the Dairy King, and cruised the strip for a
while.  Candy had fun.  This must be like what high school is like, every
night, she thought.

   "Hey, wanna go to Love Cave?" Allen said, and Victoria giggled.

   "That dirty place?  The last time I went there, there were rubbers all
over the ground."

   "Why do you think they call it Love Cave?" Said Allen, puzzled.  Candy
looked sideways at Don, and laughed.  He laughed.  Don got on the highway,
and drove past the edge of town.

   "Maybe they should name it Cum Cave." Said Victoria, drawing another
round of giggles from the rest.

   Candy had heard of Love Cave, but never been to it.  She heard some wild
parties went on out there.  Don finally exited the interstate, and drove a
few miles until he came to a dirt road.  He drove another mile, until they
were deep in the hills.  He came up to a large hill with a big opening in
it, and stopped the car.  No one else was there, at least.

   Don got flashlight out of the trunk, and they went up to the cave.  He
flicked the light on, and they went inside.  The opening was huge.  Sure
enough, in just a moment, Candy spied several used condoms, and she pointed
them out to the others.

   They went on into the back of the cave.  It wasn't that far, maybe a few
hundred feet, and the ceiling was still high.  They looked for the cave
paintings on the ceiling, but too much soot and smoke was deposited up
there.  Don turned out the light, and it was pretty dark, with just a small
opening where they had entered.

   She heard a gentle giggle from Victoria, and suddenly Don's arms
surrounded her.  She leaned into his body, relaxing.

   "Candy." His voice was soft and breathy in her ear.  "I like you, Candy.
I'm glad you showed up at the lake."

   "Don." She said.  "I like you, too.  You don't know how glad I am."

   He laughed.  "Yeah.  I think I do."

   She could feel his breath in her face.  She hoped her breath was fresh.
Lord.  This was the moment.  His lips touched hers.  They kissed, gently.
He pulled away.  She made a noise in her throat, what she hoped sounded
like an appreciative noise.  She could hear Victoria mumbling nearby.  Don
turned the light on, shining it behind them.  A stone ledge was nearby, and
he pulled her over to it, and sat.  She sat primly on his lap.  Their lips
met again.  And again, and again.

   Finally, she thought, tongue.  She touched his tongue with hers, and
giggled.  She felt his hands on her shoulders.  They kissed, harder.  She
finally reached up and took his hands with hers, and dropped them down to
her breasts.  He laughed, blowing air into her mouth, and she laughed.  He
squeezed and rubbed her breasts, feeling her hard nipples beneath her shirt
and bra.  It felt so good to her, to feel him feeling her.  The sensations
from her breasts were unreal.  This is so much better than when I do it,
she thought.

   The continued to kiss, and finally Candy pulled away.  "Don." She said.
"Unsnap my bra." He did, and then he slipped his hands beneath her shirt,
and touched her bare breasts.  She almost jumped, the sensation was so
electrifying.  She breathed her breath into his mouth, and melted into him.
She had turned, and was basically astride one of his legs, and she began to
slowly, gently hump his leg, like a dog.  He pinched her nipples, her big
fat puffy nipples, and kissed her.

   Her eyes were pretty used to the dark by now, and she could just make
out the dim shape of Allen and Victoria, still standing, locked together,
mouth to mouth.  Lord.  Well that just moved along real quick, Candy
thought, go out, meet guys, make out.  Why has it took this long for it to
happen?  She was a little surprised that high school guys would go for
junior high girls so quickly.  Maybe they think it's a sure thing.  They
are probably right, if they do.

   Don's hands had moved down to her ass, and he squeezed and rubbed, and
finally slid his hands down the back of her tight jeans.  He wasn't able to
do much, they were so tight.  Candy helped him by unsnapping her jeans, and
unzipping them.  That was better.  He squeezed her ass, pushing it
together, and pulling it apart.  It felt great.

   Allen approached and had a whispered consultation with Don.  "No, I
don't have any." Don finally said, and Allen went back to Victoria.

   "Rubbers." Don said, as if Candy had asked him.  Too bad, she thought.
Candy wished she'd had the nerve to ask her mom to put her on the pill. 
She thought about just saying she was, but one of her greatest fears was
getting pregnant.  As bad as she wanted to do it tonight, she knew she
wouldn't.

   "We could go get some." Don finally said, kind of hopefully.

   Candy leaned into him possessively.  She wondered how to tell him.  She
was ready, but she wasn't ready.  Hell, she'd just met him.  She didn't
want him to think she was cheap and easy.

   "Don..." She finally whispered.  "There will be another time.  We just
met.  Give me some time...  some time to get used to this...  do you
understand?"

   "Yes, I do." He said.  "I agree, this is too quick.  I respect you too
much, Candy."

   Lord.  The respect thing rears it's ugly head, she thought.  But, okay.
Their lips met again, and his hands slipped back down into her jeans. 
Suddenly the cave lit up with flashing lights.  Shit.  A cop was out front.
Candy leapt off Don and snapped and zipped her pants.  Don turned on his
flashlight, and led them out of the cave.

   The cop was checking his tag, and Don showed the man his registration
and all that.  It was no big deal, but Candy's heart was pounding.  She
didn't want to have to call her mom or uncle to come get her from the
police station.  The cop finally wandered off, looking for bad guys.  They
piled in the car and went back to town.  The mood was kind of broken.

   Finally, close to midnight, Don dropped the girls off at Victoria's
house.  They giggled their way into the house, and up to Victoria's
bedroom, where they collapsed on her bed.  Candy had had fun the rest of
the evening, even thought they hadn't made out any more.  It had been
enough for her, she felt like it had been a good start.  And now she had
Don's number, and he had hers.  Her future seemed bright.

   "What did you guys do, in the cave?" Asked Victoria.  Candy related the
boob and butt squeezing, and Victoria giggled.

   "You?" Candy asked, and Victoria had about the same tales to tell.

   "If we'd just had some goddam rubbers." Victoria said.  "I'm going to
buy some and put them in my purse."

   "Yah.  I dunno, though.  I think it worked out perfectly, anyway."

   "Yeah, it was fun.  Maybe next weekend." After an hour or two they
finally stripped down to their underwear, and crawled into Victoria's bed.
Candy was happy.  She almost purred.  She'd had a good night.  She felt the
warmth of the other girl's body next to her.  She wondered if she should
stay awake, and masturbate after Victoria went to sleep.  That seemed like
a sexy thing to do, while at someone else's house.

   "Candy." Victoria spoke, dragging her name out.

   "What."

   "Do you ever...  do it?  You know, it?"

   "It?  What?  No, I haven't done it, yet.  I could have tonight, but..."

   "Not that it.  The by yourself it."

   Candy laughed softly.  That it.

   "Yes, I do that all the time.  I was just thinking about it, in fact."

   "About playing with yourself?"

   "Yeah." Candy giggled, feeling wicked.  God, she loved that feeling
wicked feeling.  If she wasn't careful, that was going to get her in
trouble someday.

   "I was thinking about it, too.  I do it a lot.  I'm good at it."

   "I'm good at it too.  Lonely fun, I call it."

   "Yeah."

   They lay in the darkness, side by side.  Candy wondered if that was it,
if that was all Victoria was going to say.  It wasn't.

   "Wanna do it?  Now?"

   "Sure."





   They were both sitting up, leaning against the headboard.  They had
taken their underwear off, and were deliciously naked.  Candy loved the
feeling of being naked.  She would be naked all the time, if she could get
away with it.  Candy hesitantly put her finger on her clit, and gave it a
little rub.  She could see Victoria doing the same.  This is cool, she
thought.  She stroked and rubbed, feeling her legs twitch.  She thought she
could almost smell her pussy.  Or maybe Victoria's.  She idly wondered what
the other girl tasted like.  Candy liked the taste of her own pussy, it
tasted sexy to her.  She loved to lick her finger, rub it inside her pussy,
and lick it again.

   "Vic." She felt the familiar naughty thrill run through her body.  She
felt like she knew Victoria good enough by now to ask her this, without
fear of embarrassment.  And she knew Victoria was as perpetually horny as
she was.

   "What."

   "Ever do it with a girl?"

   "No..."

   "Wanna?"

   Victoria didn't say anything.  She slowly turned her head, and regarded
Candy.  Candy turned her head, and leaned towards the other girl.  Slowly,
carefully, their lips touched.  The second kiss was better.  And the third
was a record-breaker.  In just moments, they were spread out on the bed,
Victoria on top of Candy.  Candy seized the other girl's ass, kneading and
spreading it, squeezing it almost harshly.  She could feel Victoria's
breath in her mouth, as the other girl sucked in air convulsively.  She
could feel Victoria's breasts plastered against her own.  Their lips were
locked together.  Their tongues were in each others mouths.  Candy moaned,
and Victoria moaned back.

   Candy touched Victoria's asshole, and rubbed it.  She stuck her finger
in it a little way, and then brought it up to her nose and sniffed it. 
There was that sexy poop smell again.  She put the finger in her mouth.  It
tasted just like it smelled.  Jeezus.  Candy was turned on.  She was in
overdrive.  She didn't care if it was a girl or boy, at this stage.  She
pressed her slobbery finger back into Victoria's asshole, feeling the
girl's sphincter tighten around it.  She pumped it in and out, and Victoria
gasped.  Candy turned, and Victoria rolled off of her.  Candy crawled on
top, and slid down the other girl's body, until her face was at pussy
level. She spread Victoria's legs apart, and nestled down between them, and
dropped her tongue onto the other girls cunt.

   Oh lord, Candy thought, I'm eating a girl's pussy.  A cunt.  Jeezus. 
She licked, like she remember Mr.  Hardy licking her own cunt.  She
slobbered and slurped, licking up and down the slit, coming back to the
clit.  The beautiful little clit, she thought.  She could feel the little
bud, under her tongue, and she pursed her lips and sucked it.  Victoria
quivered and trembled beneath her.  Candy ran her tongue back down the
girl's slit, and pushed it as far as she could into Victoria's cunt.  I
wish my tongue was as long as Mr.  Hardy's dick, she thought.  Longer.  She
almost wished, at that moment, that she had a dick.  She wanted to fuck
Victoria.  I guess my tongue will have to do.

   They became more frenzied.  Victoria seized the bedsheets and pulled,
arching her back, as Candy licked and sucked her pussy.  Victoria finally
came, groaning loudly, puffing air out of her mouth.  Candy worried about
people in the next room hearing, but she knew Victoria was beyond caring.
Victoria calmed down a little.

   They flipped.  Victoria attacked Candy's cunt like a rat terrier attacks
a rat, licking and almost chewing, pounding on Candy's clit with her
tongue. Candy came, quickly, turned on by the whole scene, the speed and
intensity of it.

   "God you taste good." Victoria said, as she panted, resting.  Candy was
a little worn out, too.

   "You taste good too." She said, giggling.

   "Face it." Victoria said.  "Pussy tastes good.  That's why guys like
it."

   Candy giggled some more.  She hugged Victoria to her body, feeling the
warmth and softness of the other girl.  If Don weren't so cool, she
thought, I'd love you.  I could love a girl.  I could love this one.

   They kissed, slowly, languidly.  They held each other for the next hour,
murmuring, talking, occasionally kissing.  Candy casually fondled Victoria
beautiful breasts, feeling the nipples perk up, squeezing and rubbing them.
She finally realized Victoria was asleep.  She kissed her, gently, and
drifted away.





   The next afternoon they sat in the hot tub, relaxing.  Candy had already
fielded two texts from Don, and she was feeling pleased.  She giggled as
Victoria stripped her top off, and threw it on the side of the tub.  Candy
yanked hers off, too.  Their bottoms soon followed.  She wondered what
Victoria's parents would think, if they came out.  Well, they were in the
tub, and with the bubbles, you couldn't see...  that much.

   "Candy."

   "What."

   "You ever done that before?  What we did last night?  With a girl?"

   "No."

   "You just seemed so good at it..." They both giggled some more.

   "Well, it's not that hard to figure out...  I just know what feels good
for me, and I do it for you.  Easy."

   "It was very...  enjoyable.  Maybe we can do it again sometimes."

   "Yeah.  We can.  We will, don't worry."

   Candy felt like she was getting good at this sex stuff.  Experienced. 
She wondered when she'd finally get to feel the real thing.  Fairly soon,
the way it looked.  She felt like Don really liked her.  He would have been
willing to do her last night, if they'd had rubbers, if she'd let him.  She
wanted more than that, though, than just a quick hump in a cave.  She
wanted something to remember.  She wondered if Don was eighteen yet.

   "Vic."

   "What."

   "Are you gonna...  gonna let Allen do it?  Is he gonna be your first?"

   "I dunno.  Last night I would have.  Now...  I dunno...  I almost want
more than that, for my first time..."

   "Yah, I know exactly what you mean.  Not just a bam bam thank you ma'am
in a cave.  The whole enchilada."

   "Yeah, exactly.  Something to remember."

   "That's just what I thought, a minute ago.  Something to remember."





   That evening, Candy slowly walked home.  She was tired, but she felt
good.  It had been a fun weekend, so far.  She wondered what Don was doing
tonight, and she wondered if he'd want to go out.  She understood, though,
they weren't really a couple yet, if ever.  She didn't own him, or he her.
And she almost wanted it to go slow.  To be right.  He seemed like a nice
guy, and she hoped he was.

   Her mom was home, and Uncle Mike.  She and her mom went through the
drive-thru at the Taco Factory, and she waved to everybody.  Mr.  Hardy was
in the front, and he was cool and casual, seeing her mom in the car.  She
was glad he didn't embarrass her.  He wasn't that dumb, at least.  She
wondered what her mom would think of what she'd done with Mr.  Hardy. 
Freak out would be putting it lightly, she decided.  In retrospect, she was
almost surprised at some of the things she'd done recently.  Was it just
hormones, or what?  From sucking off Roger, to the porno shoot, where she
sucked off Mr.  Hardy.  Then getting felt up by Don.  Then making it with
Victoria.  And now she was mentally preparing herself to get her cherry
popped by Don.  She almost felt like she was in a runaway car or something.
Where is this gonna end up?

   They got back home, and the three of them ate.  Candy went and changed,
she still had on her school clothes from yesterday.  She put on a little
nightgown thing, and went back downstairs.  Uncle Mike was in the living
room, and she settled on the floor in front of the TV, right in front of
him.  This quickly, she thought, this quickly, I'm feeling horny again.  Or
maybe I just didn't ever stop.  Maybe this is just the way I'll be, from
now on.

   She knew Uncle Mike was staring at her panties.  She could almost feel
it.  And she knew he was able to, without any problems.  The hem on her
nightgown barely came down past her butt.  And now, laying on the floor,
half her ass should be hanging out.  She felt like she was giving him
something he liked, she liked to give him a thrill every now and then.  And
who wouldn't like to see a cute young girl's panties, she thought, even if
it's your niece.  She wondered how clean her panties were.  She'd worn them
for over twenty-four hours now.  She didn't figure it'd matter to him, he
was a guy.  A nice racing stripe would probably just turn him on.

   After an hour or so of peep show, she joined him on the couch.  They
talked, about school and stuff, and about her mom.  She wondered if her mom
had already gone to bed.  Probably.

   "Uncle Mike." She finally said, laying down, and putting her head in his
lap.

   "What, darling." He said.

   "Why...  why don't you wrestle with me any more...  and play, and stuff.
And tickle me.  And pinch me."

   He sighed.  This girl.  Lord, he loved this girl.  He loved her way too
much, he realized.  He had accepted that long ago.

   "Candy...  darling..." He didn't know how to explain.  He didn't really
know himself.  "You aren't a little girl anymore.  Things change.  I still
love you, and I miss...  I miss that little girl...  but this is just the
way it goes..."

   "Uncle Mike." She almost felt herself tearing up.  "I'll always be your
little girl.  And I know things change.  I feel different about things,
true.  But I always wanna be close to you."

   He leaned down and hugged her, not saying anything.  She got right in
his face, and whispered to him.  "Uncle Mike...  If we could, I'd be
yours...  you'd be my first choice...  you've always been my first choice.
I'm sorry we can't be together...  I'm sorry...  society or whatever says
we can't be...  together..."

   She almost thought he was going to cry.  The moment did feel pretty
emotionally charged to her.  She realized how true it was, what she said.
Don?  Don would do a good job, of being her first, she thought.  But she
really wanted Uncle Mike to be her first.  She always had.  Even before she
knew there was going to be a first.

   He finally said, "I'm sorry too, baby." His voice was trembling.  She
knew he knew exactly what she meant.  She knew he knew how much she meant
it.

   He just hugged her to him.  She smelled him, sucking air into her nose,
wanting to remember this.  He smelled...  strong.  Not strong in a bad
sense, strong like strength, muscly strong.  He smelled like power, to her.
She knew he was a strong man, mentally strong and physically strong.  She
knew he would do anything for her.  She knew he would die for her and kill
for her.  She knew just by simply being alive she had incredible power over
him.  Ask and ye shall receive, she thought.  She was saving money for a
car?  Uncle Mike would buy her a car in a moment, if she asked.  She
promised herself not to abuse her power over him.  She loved him, she
decided, even more than she loved her mom.  She knew no one else in the
world loved her more than he did.

   They just sat there for another hour or two, her laying on her side, he
holding her against him.  She felt warm and comfortable and protected.  She
felt loved, most of all.





   Sunday passed, slowly.  Don texted her a few times, and she asked him
what he'd done last night.  He said "work out", what he did every Saturday
night.  That didn't sound like much fun to her, but she understood.  She
texted Victoria, who claimed to be bored beyond all hope of sanity.  Candy
went and saw her, and they sat naked in the hot tub again.  Candy spent a
lot of time deep in thought, working on a plan she was hatching.  Victoria
even noticed, and asked her what she was thinking.

   "Victoria.  I am working on a long-range, extremely sensitive tactical
plan that I am calling plan X-ray Delta Batshit Four.  It is a secret
mission far behind enemy lines.  It is simple, a matter of life or death."

   Victoria was looking at her like she was crazy, now.  Candy went on.

   "I know Don likes me.  I like Don.  Don would be a good choice, to be my
first.  But there is someone who actually deserves to be my first, way
more. Someone who loves me more than anyone on the planet.  And whom I love
more than anyone on the planet.  He is my destiny, and always has been.  I
must go forward, and meet him there.  In the future.  Together."

   "You been watchin' too much Star Track, girl." Victoria finally said,
shaking her head.  "Who is this guy?"

   "My uncle, Uncle Mike."

   "Your uncle?  You would make it with your uncle?"

   "Hell yeah.  He is my choice el grande numero uno.  He deserves me.  No,
I deserve him.  Me and him go way back.  Like I said.  Destiny."

   "Girl, I'll come visit you in the slammer.  That's illegal, that's,
what? Incest?"

   "Oh surely not, not with your uncle." About that time Victoria's mom
came out.  She regarded the two girls with surprise.

   "Mom." Said Victoria.  "Is it incest to have sex with your uncle?"

   "No, dear, not legally.  It's probably not a good idea, though.  Which
uncle are you thinking of?"

   "Mom!  It's not me!  It's...  a girl we know.  She was talking about
it."

   "Well, emotionally, it's probably not a good idea.  Are you girls naked
in there?"

   "Yes.  Why."

   "Just wondered, saw your swimsuits there on the side."

   "No, I mean why is it a bad idea emotionally?"

   "Lord, Vicki, look it up on the internet.  Incest carries lots of bad
karma, for a multitude of reasons.  I'm not a shrink, I can't explain that
stuff.  Just look it up."

   "Oh." They were silent.

   "Is Rodney upstairs?" Mrs.  Decker asked.  Victoria shook her head and
said no.  Candy was surprised as Victoria's mom stripped in front of them,
and crawled into the tub, also naked.  Victoria giggled, obviously
surprised, too.

   "What?" The woman said.  "You guys can do it but I can't?"

   "Sure, mom." Said Victoria, still giggling.  "Come on in.  We are a
modern, open-minded family.  But we will not have sex with our uncles."

   Her mother shook her head.  "You kids nowadays.  You see everything but
know nothing.  Sillies."

   Her husband, Tom, came around the corner of the house.  He had been
working in the yard, probably.  He stood before the hot tub and regarded
his wife and daughter.

   "What is this, a nude-fest?" He asked.  His wife giggled.

   "Come on in dear.  Don't worry, you can't see anything beneath the
bubbles."

   "Well, the girls will have to hide their eyes." He said.  Candy felt
that familiar streak of wanton wickedness run down her spine.  Oh, this was
cool, Victoria's dad was going to get naked?

   "Don't worry." Said Victoria, holding her hands over her eyes.  "I don't
even want to see this."

   I do, thought Candy, putting her hands over her eyes, but making sure
she had plenty of cracks to peek through.  She watched Victoria's father
turn slightly, and slide his shorts down his legs.  Gawd, she thought, his
dick is huge.  It was soft, but it must have hung down eight inches. 
Victoria's dad is a beast.  Lord.  She realized that he was a very sexy
man, for an old fart.  His chest was muscular and slim, and he didn't even
have love handles.  I'd do that, she thought.  I'd do that.

   She watched him get in the tub, and lord.  He sat right next to her. 
Victoria and her mom were on the other side.  Well, it was the only place
left for him to sit.  How cool was that.

   They sat and talked and boiled and steamed, and the girls giggled. 
Candy realized, that, bubbles or no bubbles, her tits were easy to see
beneath the water.  She caught his eyes, more that once, staring at her. 
She could almost feel his eyes on her.  She knew he was seeing a nice pair.
She wondered if he was a tit man, or an ass man.  She wished there was a
way to show him her ass, without it being obvious.  Too bad.

   The timer went off, and the bubbles stopped.

   "Oh shit, oh shit!" Said Victoria, jumping halfway out of the water to
turn the knob.  The bubbles started again.  Candy giggled.  Victoria had
given her dad a peep show, while trying to keep him from getting a peep
show.  She wondered if Mr.  Decker was turned on by seeing his daughter's
tits.

   "Victoria is planning a sexual conquest." Mrs.  Decker spoke.  "One of
her uncles, I believe."

   "Mo-om!" Victoria was scandalized.  Candy giggled so much she got the
hiccups.

   "Well, maybe I heard that wrong." Mrs.  Decker said.

   "You did." Said Victoria.  "It is a girl at school."

   "Well, he's a very lucky guy, whoever he is." Said Tom.

   "Actually, it was me." Said Candy.  Victoria just stared at her as if
she'd lost her mind.  The two adults regarded her with a little more
sympathy.

   "It's my uncle.  And I was just...  speculating."

   "Well, dear." Said Mrs.  Decker.  "That's something very serious to be
thinking about.  You must make very sure that your relationship with him is
strong enough to survive sex.  Sex changes the dynamics...  considerably."

   "I know.  I was just thinking, when the time comes, why can't I?  I love
him more than anyone in the world.  And I know he loves me even more.  So
why can't we?  Why does society say we can't?"

   "Well, dear." Mrs.  Decker was a pretty good armchair psychologist.  Or
she imagined she was.  "Society says many things.  Some we ignore, for good
reason, and some we pay attention to, for good reason.  Incest is probably
not the right word for what you have in mind.  And it sounds like you are
just talking about the one time, and not a lengthy physical relationship
with him.  The first time, for symbolic reasons?  Right?"

   "Yes, pretty much.  And I want it to be something special.  For both of
us."

   "There's probably no reason why you shouldn't, if he's okay with it. 
But, like I said, you must be very sure of yourself.  You don't want to
ruin your relationship with him over it.  You must be sure that he can take
it, as well as you."

   "Yeah.  I see." She sighed.  She felt better, having brought it out in
the open.  Tom, sitting next to her, shifted his position slightly, and she
felt his leg touch hers.  She hadn't realized how close she was to him.

   Victoria's mother expounded at length on the advantages and
disadvantages of incest.  There weren't many advantages, unfortunately. 
Candy finally lost interest in the whole subject.  Her mind was already
made up, anyway.

   She looked over to the timer, and saw that they still had twenty minutes
left.  Twenty minutes of invisibility, she thought.  She sat up and leaned
back, arching her back, feeling her tits almost emerge from the water.  She
knew that Tom would have no problem seeing them, now.  She looked down,
trying to judge how far she could see in the water.  She could see
Victoria's tits.  Everything below that was hidden.

   Slowly, cautiously, she reached her hand out, trying to keep her
shoulder, above water, from moving.  She crept her hand further, and
finally touched Tom on the thigh, almost where the crease of his leg was.
He jerked, visibly, but to his credit, he did not look at her.  He was
talking to his wife, about the flower garden.  Ridiculous, thought Candy.
Flowers.  At a time like this.  She was pleased with herself, that she was
brave enough to try this.  That she was naughty enough.

   Her hand moved along his leg slowly, and finally...  pay dirt.  She felt
the shaft of his penis, already half-hard.  She curved her fist and took it
in hand.  She slowly, lazily pumped it, feeling the cap.  He had a nice
dick, she decided, long and fat.  She hoped that Victoria had peeked when
he got in, like she had.  He was good and hard, now.  She thought, keep it
low, keep it down.  Lord, Don't let the tip of it stick out of the water.
Don't even let it stick up slightly, where his wife or daughter could see
her hand, beneath the waves.  She slowly pumped her hand, running it along
the shaft, feeling his hardness.  She was impressed.

   Let's see, she thought...  this is the...  third dick I've touched. 
This is one I'd really like to get in my mouth, if Victoria and her mom
would leave for a little while.  This is one that would feel cool.  She
figured he was at least two or three inches longer than Mr.  Hardy.  This
is the real Mr.  Hard-on, she thought.

   She kept an eye on the timer.  When it hit five minutes she pulled her
hand back, hoping that his dick would go down before the water shut off. 
But Victoria turned and leaned out of the tub, turning the timer before it
ever shut off.  Candy saw Tom glancing at her tits, and she put her hand
back on his cock.  Hah-hah, she thought, pretty hard.  She figured he
enjoyed peeking at his daughter as much as he enjoyed her hand job.  She
wished he could cum.  She wished she could do that much for him.

   Candy's mom finally had enough.  She got out of the tub, and headed into
the house, to get a towel.  The girls giggled.  "Mom has a pale ass."
Victoria said.

   "Asses, by their very nature, are pale." Her father said.  He seemed
inclined to stay in the tub, Candy figured he was waiting on his hard-on to
go down.

   Finally, he said.  "Ladies.  Please hide your eyes." The girls dutifully
did, but as he stood Candy looked up at him and smiled and winked.  He just
looked down at her and smiled, his semi-hard dick jutting out from his
waist.  He pulled his shorts on, and went in the house.

   "You perv." Victoria said, laughing.  "I know what you were doing."

   Candy giggled.  "It don't make you mad?"

   "Hell no.  You probably gave him a hell of a thrill."

   "Shit.  It was that obvious?"

   "Not really.  But I could tell, just from the look on your face, and
especially his.  And I could see your arm moving."

   "Shit.  I wonder if your mom suspected."

   "No.  But they have a kind of open marriage thing, or something.  In
fact, I bet he tells her...  I bet he tells her tonight..."

   "Oh shit.  Will it make her mad?"

   "Nah, she's cool.  She fucked the garden guy once, I heard them talking
about it.  My dad watched."

   "Oh jeezus.  That's pretty...  liberal..."

   "Yeah.  They are weird like that."

   "What do they think of you...  doing it and stuff..."

   "Oh, by now they probably wouldn't care.  They used to watch me pretty
close, though."

   "Vic...  your dad has a nice dick.  You should have peeked at it."

   "I know...  I've seen it before.  This isn't the first time we've been
in the old hot tub."

   Candy sighed, and relaxed.  She felt like she was melting.  You could
only take so much of this tub.  She laughed to herself.  It had been a fun
day.





   School was okay.  At least her and Victoria were out of punishment
central.  They did regular gym stuff, with the other kids.  And weirdness
of weirdness, word was already out, about her.  Her and Don.  Of all people
to bring it up, it was Dalton.

   "Heard you went out with Deadly Don Martin Saturday night." Was the
first thing he said to her, in biology.  Her face turned red.  She almost
felt like she'd betrayed him personally, by daring to go out with another
guy.

   "We didn't...  go out...  we just drove around...  with Victoria Decker
and some other guy in the back seat."

   "I guess I waited too long, huh." Dalton said, almost pouting.  Lord.

   "Oh, Dalton!  Don't feel that way!  We are just friends!"

   "Friends?  And you went to the cave?"

   Lord.  How had this gotten out?  Had the guys told?  Was it Victoria?

   "Dalton.  How did you hear about this?" She was going to get to the root
of this rumor problem.

   "Just some guys at the lake...  we were there Saturday night, and we
heard you'd been there the night before...  I hoped you'd come back but you
didn't."

   Why am I just now hearing about this?  Candy wondered.  Or is he just
saying this to be nice?  Or just to jerk my chain?

   "Well, if I'd known that, I'd have gone back out." She finally said.

   "Candy." Dalton leaned into her.  She stared into his brown eyes, like a
sparrow stares at a snake.

   "Candy, you are the nicest girl I know.  I treasure your friendship. 
And we have something in common."

   "Oh, Dalton..." She didn't know what to say.  This was kind of sudden.
She knew that he thought she was "okay", but that's about as far as she
thought it went.  This was almost too much.  Just when she felt like there
was a chance with Don...  Dalton comes along?

   "What do we have in common?"

   "Name problems."

   "Name problems?"

   "I've gotten in a hell of a lot of fights over my name, too.  People are
always making fun of it."

   "How so?  I've never seen that."

   "It's when they write it down in the grade books, or on name tags or
lockers.  Using initials.  Weir comma D.  Weird.  I've been called weird my
whole life."

   It took Candy a few seconds to get it, and then she laughed.  "That is
funnier than "Candy".  Jeezus, I hate my name."

   "Well, I love it.  You are as sweet as candy, darling.  Candy...  would
you consider...  going out with me?"

   Oh, shit.  Now this was a fine fix.  Lord.

   "Dalton...  yes...  there's a lot going on right now, though...  I'm not
trying to put you off, but my life is pretty busy, kinda messed up right
now...  can you give me a few days, at least?"

   "Sure...  sure, yes, whatever...  just so I got some hope..."

   "Thank you."

   "No, thank you." He leaned so far forward that she almost thought he was
going to kiss her.  Here, in class?  Surely not.  He seemed to remember
where he was, and leaned back.  Whew.  Class went on.  She kept looking at
him, speculating.  Why had he waited until now, when she felt like she was
getting tangled up with Don?  Was she getting tangled up with Don?  A
partial date, a single partial date didn't count for much, really...  I
mean, she'd let him paw around on her, but probably a lot of girls had been
in his arms before her.  Did she really mean anything special to him? 
Well, did she really mean anything special to Dalton?  Crazy.  Was it just
guys, trying to establish territory or something?

   In the middle of it, she thought about Victoria's father, and the feel
of his big dick in her hand.  She wondered how Don and Dalton measured up
against him.  Now, she thought, not that it's the single most important
thing to me...  but it would be nice to know beforehand...  who had the big
dick...  it would help with the...  decision-making process.





   That night, that quickly, at the Taco Factory, Mr.  Hardy approached
her.

   "Candy...  when you get a moment I'd like to see you..." He kept his
voice low, where the others wouldn't hear.  Oh shit, she thought, already.
Shit.  After an hour or so she made her way back to his office, and he
motioned her in.  She shut the door.

   "Candy.  Dearest." He sat back in his squeaky chair.  "I just wanted to
see you, and say hi.  I missed you last weekend.  I wish you'd consider a
weekend shift."

   "I probably will before long, Mr.  Hardy.  I need the money."

   "Yes...  money..." Oh shit, she thought.  Here comes another proposal.

   "Candy...  darling..." He continued, arching his fingers together like
some villain in a bad movie.  "If you ever...  need some quick cash... 
consider a few things that you might do for me..."

   "Sure, Mr.  Hardy.  Like what, sweep the floor?"

   His pained look made her giggle.

   "I am thinking," He finally said, "of things of a little more personal
nature."

   "Like what, BJ's?" She said.

   He just stared at her for a moment.  Finally he spoke.  "Yes.  For
instance, BJ's."

   "Mr.  Hardy, I hate to disappoint, but BJ's are expensive.  They are
unhygienic, and technically difficult for someone with dysphagia."

   He looked totally confused.  "What is dysphagia?"

   "Swallowing disorder." She almost couldn't keep from giggling.  He was
way too easy to fuck with.

   "Well...  how expensive are we talking about?"

   Oh shit.  What was a reasonable price that wouldn't make him back off? I
mean, she thought, I don't wanna just give it away...

   "BJ's are a hundred bucks each.  I know that's expensive...  but these
are fresh, new BJ's from a sweet young girl, not from some haggard old
toothless hooker..."

   He seemed almost relieved.  Too low, she thought.  His face had lit up
in a smile.  He reached in his pocket.

   "What a coincidence." He said, pulling out a bill.  "I just happen to
have a hundred right here.  Let's have one of those BJ's right now!"





   Candy was a little embarrassed at the whole deal.  But, she'd said what
she'd said.  She wondered how often this was going to happen.  Hell, she
might be able to buy a Rolls Royce by the time she was sixteen.  She had
locked the door behind her, and Mr.  Hardy had come around the corner of
his desk.  He casually unzipped his pants, and dragged his cock and balls
out, like it was the most natural thing in the world.  Crap.

   "Baby...  would you pull your tits out for me?  Can I see your fabulous
tits?"

   She sighed, and pulled up her shirt, and down her bra.  Her tits flopped
out, looking spectacular, she was sure.  He smiled.

   "Can I have a quick suck?" He asked, and she just shook her head.  The
things I do, she thought.  Once again, the word "whore" came up, and it was
a little more uncomfortable this time.  Oh, I'm just a workin' girl, she
thought.  Don't pay me no mind.  And don't gimme no shit.

   He leaned down, and fastened his lips around her nipple.  That, at
least, did feel good.  His warm slobbery mouth sucked and nibbled on her
nipple, and then changed boobs.  She let it go on for maybe five minutes,
and finally made a few noises.

   "Let's get this going, eh." She finally said, and he stood back.  She
slowly lowered herself to her knees, and stared his cock in the face.  She
still had a fascination for dicks, she realized.  She reached out and took
it in her hand, rubbing it, loving the soft warmth of it.  Even old farts
have cool dicks, she thought, feeling like she'd figured out something
profound.  When it's hard, there are no wrinkles.

   She finally slid it into her mouth, as far as she could.  All the way,
she figured, she could feel the flesh of his belly again her nose and
forehead.  She began to suck, feeling him groan and shiver beneath her
tongue.

   Whore, hell, she thought, I may be a whore, but I'm a powerful one.  I
have power over these guys, power that can't be denied.  She thought of her
Uncle Mike, though.  She didn't want simple power over him, she wanted
something more fair, more equitable.  She wanted to share something with
him.  More than that, she wanted to give him something, something valuable.
Something that he deserved.

   What a weird thing to be thinking of while giving a blow job, she
thought.  She returned to the present, loving the feel of Mr.  Hardy's hard
cock in her mouth.  She loved the way the ridge of skin beneath the head of
it felt on her tongue.  She just plain loved the feeling of the rigid tube
of flesh in her mouth.  Sucking cocks rocks, she thought.

   Ten minutes later, to his credit, he finally came.  She had figured it'd
all be over in a minute, she thought she could tell just from the simple
hardness of his dick how turned on he was.  Pretty turned on.  He finally
unloaded his sperm in her mouth, and she struggled to keep it all in, it
was so much.  She didn't want it all over her uniform.  She gulped and
swallowed, trying to time it right, and finally got it all down.  He sighed
with satisfaction.  She hoped he felt like he'd gotten his money's worth.
Damn, she thought, if I can just do this once a week from here on, I'll
damn near double my income.  Jeezus.  Why are whores looked down on, again?
They must be the richest bitches in the world.

   He thoughtfully gave her a breath mint before she returned to work,
giving her a case of the giggles.  She went back to the counter with a
hundred dollar bill tucked into her panties, almost daring anyone to meet
her eye.  They don't know, she told herself, they don't know what I just
did.  Still, Louise glanced askance at her.  Now, she thought, that girl,
she suspects.  She don't know, but she suspects.  Shit.  Have to watch
myself with that one.





   The week passed.  One day she had lunch with Joycelyn, and with glee
related the story of Friday night, and Don.  Joycelyn was impressed.  Candy
told her about the ass-squeezing, and boob-rubbing, everything.  She was
gratified not to have to make stuff up.  The truth was that interesting. 
She told Joycelyn that they probably would have "done it", if they'd had a
rubber.

   "Jeezus, girl...  you been busy..."

   "Well, I owe a lot of it...  to Victoria..."

   "Yes, I see...  Victoria has become quite a friend..."

   "Yes, considering I started out by busting her nose..."

   They giggled.

   "Joycelyn." She had no idea why she was compelled to tell Joycelyn this.
But it was strong, strong...

   "What." Joycelyn could tell just from her tone of voice it was something
big.

   "Joycelyn, I've even...  made it...  with Victoria."

   "You what?" Joycelyn acted like she just couldn't believe it.

   "Victoria and I made out.  We kissed.  We licked each other and
everything."

   "You licked...  pussy?  You?  You have licked pussy?"

   Candy giggled.  She nodded.

   "Sweet mother of god..." Joycelyn breathed, "What has happened to you,
girl?  What did you do with the real Candy?  Who are your alien masters?"

   Candy giggled some more.

   "What..." Joycelyn almost seemed like she was in a daze.  "What was it
like?  Tell me."

   "It was cool, it was fun...  she tasted good...  kissing her was fun. 
Joycelyn, if you like to kiss, kiss a girl, not a guy.  Guys are just
interested in pussy.  Girls...  girls are way better kissers..."

   "I...  I can imagine..." Candy was surprised that worldly-wise Joycelyn
was taking this like she was.  She almost imagined that Joycelyn had kissed
more than a few girls, and licked pussy before.  Now, she was not so sure.

   "Candy...  I don't wanna creep you out...  but do you wanna spend the
night with me Friday night?"

   Candy just giggled, and nodded her head.  Dear Joycelyn.  This was gonna
be fun.





   For the second time that week, Mr.  Hardy called her into his office. 
Oh lord, she thought.  He's gonna go broke.  I'm gonna lose my job, because
he's gonna run out of money, because he's gonna give it all to me for blow
jobs.  Jeezus.

   He motioned her to shut and lock the door.  She did.  He sighed, deeply.

   "Girl.  You got me hooked.  Trust me, I will not be able to do this that
often, after this.  I have bills, and an expensive ex-wife.  But please,
please, dear Candy...  please give me another blow job..."

   She sighed, and nodded her head.  "Mr.  Hardy.  The second one in a week
is just seventy-five.  Or eighty, I can't make change if you just have
twenties.  Is that fair?"

   "Oh hell, yes.  Thank you.  You are such a sweet dear.  I just love you
to death, girl."

   "I'm sure you do, Mr.  Hardy.  I'm sure you do."

   She dropped to her knees, and he came around his desk.  He fumbled with
his zipper, and drew his cock and balls out.  He was already hard as steel.

   "I don't get a titty suck?" He asked, and she sighed, again, and stood,
and pulled her shirt up and her bra down.  She gave him the usual five
minutes, idly fumbling with his cock as he sucked her nipples.  He was
pre-cumming like crazy, and she rubbed it into the head of his cock, loving
the slippery slimy feel of it.  She finally dropped to her knees, and took
him into her mouth.  He was getting better at this, she thought, she was
sure that fifteen minutes had passed, this time.  Finally she felt the
contractions started, deep in the base of his cock, and she felt his balls
pull up to his belly.  With a satisfied groan he shot a huge load of semen
into her mouth, and some splattered down onto her bare breast.  Shit.  She
got most of it down, though, and she sucked him clean, until he was soft.
She stood, and on impulse reached down and pulled her breast up to her
mouth, and licked his spilled semen off it.  The look on his face was
priceless to her, she almost thought he would come again, that soon.  She
licked her other nipple, something she did to herself on occasion anyway.
She knew it looked sexy.

   "You kill me, girl." He said, pulling four twenties out of his billfold.
She pulled up her skirt and tucked the money into her panties, first, on
impulse, pulling her panties down to give him a peek at her pussy.  He just
groaned loudly, and sat back down.  She winked at him, asked for a breath
mint, and returned to the counter.





   She had several satisfying conversations with Don that week, via text
message.  He finally asked her out, for Saturday night.  This week, Friday
was his workout night.  That was okay with her.  She agreed on Saturday. 
Friday night was her date with Joycelyn, anyway.





   Wednesday night after work, on impulse, she walked on to Victoria's
house.  Victoria's dad ushered her into the house, and then told her that
Victoria and her mother were out shopping.

   "I asked you in," He said, to her amusement, "To thank you for that
little helping hand you gave me last Saturday.  It was very... 
satisfying..."

   She just laughed.  "Anytime, Mr.  Decker.  You have a magnificent... 
organ...  the pleasure was all mine."

   "Oh, far from it.  It was very pleasurable on my end, too." They both
laughed.

   "Victoria said you have an...  open marriage...  did you tell your wife
I did that?"

   "No...  not yet...  Sometimes my wife understands, and sometimes she
doesn't.  I'm afraid...  because of your age..."

   "Yes.  I understand."

   "Well, anyway, thank you."

   "Mr.  Decker.  I was trying to figure out how you could see my ass that
day.  I wanted to show it to you.  I'm sorry I couldn't figure out a way."

   He just laughed at that.  She turned, and reached beneath her skirt and
drew her panties down.  She lifted her skirt, and wiggled her ass at him.

   "Candy.  Darling.  You have the finest ass I've seen, in all my
forty-five years.  You are a very special girl.  I've already told Victoria
that she is lucky to have a friend like you."

   "There was something else I was wondering..." She said, almost shyly. 
He smiled.

   "Yes, dear?"

   "I kinda wondered...  what your...  cock...  would feel like, in my
mouth..." She looked at the floor and almost blushed.  She wanted to know,
bad, though.  This is number three, she thought.  I'm going for number
three.

   "Candy.  Is this something you've done before, dear?"

   "Just a few times...  I'm not really that good at it probably..."

   "Darling.  I suppose we have a few minutes...  If you will just allow me
to stand where I can see the driveway..."

   She was eager.  She didn't mind looking eager to him.  She dropped to
her knees right there, in their living room.  She fumbled with his zipper,
drawing it down finally.  He reached inside his pants, and drew his
hardening cock out.  And those beautiful balls, she though.  She kissed his
balls, sucking one into her mouth, feeling his dick rub across the bridge
of her nose.  She finally took his cock in her mouth, going as deep as she
could with it, as deep as she dared.  She didn't know her measurements that
well, but she thought, nine inches.  Maybe ten.  This is an honest-to-god
monster.  This is the beast.

   She sucked him in and out of her mouth, a long ways, it felt like.  He
went so deep she almost gagged, but she loved it.  His dick actually tasted
good to her, a little sweaty, tangy, but good, in a way she'd never tasted
before.  She wrapped her lips around the cap of it, and sucked hard,
feeling it expand slightly in her mouth.  Her arms were wrapped around his
legs.

   He moaned, and coughed slightly.  "You are very good at that, dear." He
finally said, and she laughed inside.  I'm getting enough practice, she
thought.  She sucked harder, pulling away from him, running her lips the
length of his shaft.  His hard shaft.  God he felt good in her mouth, she
thought.  This is when it's fun, she thought.  Not when you're just doing
it for them, but you're doing it for yourself, also.

   He was thoughtful, and warned her when he was about to cum.  And cum he
did, filling her mouth, almost choking her.  She gulped and swallowed as
fast as she could, finally getting it all down, without spilling it down
her front.  He sighed deeply, and she thought he had enjoyed the whole
thing.  His sperm had tasted different from Roger's, and from Mr.  Hardy's.
How interesting, she thought.  She wondered if every man's was different.
Or if it depended on what they had for lunch that day.  Crazy.

   I don't think I'll tell Victoria about this one, she thought.  I think
this'll be my little secret.  Victoria seemed pretty open-minded, like her
parents, but Candy valued her friendship, and didn't want to lose it over
something stupid like giving her dad a blow job.

   When Victoria and her mom returned, Candy and Tom were sitting properly
in the living room, discussing school and work.  Candy and Victoria went on
upstairs, and spent the rest of the evening surfing the web and watching
TV. Victoria didn't seem to suspect anything, nor her mother.  When Candy
departed for her house that night she respectfully told Victoria's parents
goodbye, and Victoria's dad winked at her, and she giggled.  Damn, she
thought, I'm getting good at this.  And at sneaking around.  It's almost
too easy.





   Friday night rolled around.  Friday night.  Joycelyn's night.  This
might be epic, thought Candy, or a flop.  I am going to a girl's house with
every intention of fucking her and being fucked by her.  That was what
Candy had read into Joycelyn's invitation.  What else could the girl want?
She knew Joycelyn was modern and hip and cool.  She knew Joycelyn would do
what felt good, and worry about silly things like morality and society's
conventions later.  She honestly figured she wasn't going to be the first
pussy that Joycelyn had tasted.  Joycelyn, as good a friend as she was, had
led a whole other life that Candy rarely got to see.  Surely, surely, I am
not the first.

   She went home, took her little overnight bag, and walked the short
distance to Joycelyn's house.  Joyce's dad let her in, and she went on
upstairs to Joycelyn's room.  Joycelyn greeted her so warmly, hugging her
and kissing her, that Candy wondered if they were going to start right here
and there.

   They passed the evening looking a stupid stuff on the internet, and
halfway watching TV.  Joycelyn's dad made popcorn, and they sat downstairs
with him, and he teased Candy like he always did.  Candy liked Mr.  Taylor,
she had had a crush on him for the longest time, and still did, somewhat.
And what should I do about that now, now that the new me is in charge?  She
thought.  Nothing.  She knew Joycelyn's mom was a jealous bitch, emphasis
on the bitch part, and she wouldn't dare mess around with him like she had
Victoria's dad.  Oh well.  His loss.

   They got ready for bed, brushing their teeth, a little early, Candy
thought.  She wondered if Joycelyn was that eager to play around.  She
wondered if they were going to play around at all.  Not a word about it had
been spoken so far.  Candy sat on Joycelyn's bed.  Joycelyn came out of the
bathroom, and very theatrically locked the door to her room.  Hah hah,
Candy thought.  Let the fun begin.

   Joycelyn approached her, and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed.

   "Candy.  Dearest." Joycelyn seemed unusually serious.  "You are my best
friend.  I love you dearly."

   "Yes.  Me too.  I love you, Joycelyn."

   "Candy.  Will it affect our relationship in any way, in a negative
sense...  if we make love to each other?"

   "Joycelyn, no, hell no.  The things I've done lately?  No way.  If
anything, it will make us closer, I think."

   "That's what I've thought, too...  that's what I've hoped you'd say..."

   They leaned into each other, and kissed, like two young lovers who might
be kissing the first time.  Almost chastely.  The second was longer, and
better.  The third one had tongue, lots of tongue.  Joycelyn crawled onto
the bed, and Candy took her in her arms.  Joycelyn was smaller and skinnier
than her.  Candy took great pleasure in feeling her small body on top of
her.

   "Goddam, girl." Candy finally said.  "Get those panties off."

   "Candy.  What did you mean, the things I've done recently?  Tell me
those things, please."

   Candy laughed.  She wasn't sure she could keep it all straight.

   "Let's see.  I gave Roger, my twelve year old neighbor, a blow job. 
Then I let my boss, Mr.  Hardy, take a thousand pictures of me, ending up
completely naked...  then I gave him a blow job...  he, uhm, "donated" four
hundred bucks to me for these privileges, by the way...  then I let Don
Martin feel my tits and ass, and then I made out with Victoria, and licked
her pussy until she came.  And then I played with her dad's dick in the hot
tub, lord, Joyce, you should see his dick, it's like a foot long.  He is
King Kong.  And then I gave my boss another BJ, for a hundred bucks.  And
then gave him yet another for eighty.  And then gave a freebie to
Victoria's dad, just to feel him in my mouth.  And there you have it, the
entire condensed version of Candy Lawson's sex life, to date."

   Joycelyn, just sat on the bed, and stared at her.  Her mouth was
literally hanging open.  Damn, thought Candy, I hope there are no flies in
here.  Joycelyn seemed far far away, deep in thought.  Candy finally waved
her hand in front of the other girl's face.

   "Goddam, girl.  Goddam." Joycelyn finally said.  "Goddam.  I just dream
of it, but you really do it.  Jeezus.  Goddam."

   Candy laughed, and hugged her.  "Darling, you are my inspiration.  I was
thinking of you, thinking of getting to tell you about it every time I did
something.  You are my muse."

   Joycelyn laughed, bemusedly.  They hugged, and Candy breathed in the
smell of the other girl.  She smelled good.  She knew Joycelyn well. 
Joycelyn was a clean freak.  Candy knew her pussy would be spotlessly
clean. She hoped there was some flavor to her pussy, at least.

   "Joycelyn." Candy said at last.  "It's not all bread and circuses. 
Sometimes I have problems with the...  money aspect of it.  I feel like a
whore, sometimes."

   "Candy." Joycelyn regarded her from six inches away.  Candy could feel
the other girl's breath on her face.  "Don't tear yourself up.  I'd do it,
too, if I had the chance.  Hell, I could use the money.  And the
experience."

   "Joyce.  You ever give a BJ?"

   "No.  I haven't.  I wish I had, but I haven't."

   "Well, if you ever get really desperate, I'll introduce you to my boss."

   Joycelyn just regarded her, still bemused.  "I'd appreciate that, Candy.
I really would.  If you'll tell me what to do, how to do it.  How to give
one."

   "Joyce!  There's nothing hard about it!  Just suck, basically.  Guys
like anything to do with their weenies.  Hell, we could probably make money
just tickling it with a feather.  You just put it in your mouth, and suck.
And slide it in and out some."

   "What does the...  cum...  taste like?"

   "To me, it tastes like Clorox.  But each guy I've done is different. 
Roger's almost tasted sweet.  Mr.  Hardy's tastes kind of like dust.  It's
weird, really."

   "What did you and Victoria do?  How did you make out with her?"

   "Well mostly we just kissed at first.  Joycelyn, honestly.  Have you
ever made it with a girl?"

   "No, Candy.  I have never made it with a girl or boy."

   "Not with a guy?  How far have you gone with a guy?"

   "Well...  not as far as you might think...  I let David squeeze my boobs
and butt...  through my jeans...  and I jacked him a little bit, but his
brother showed up and we had to stop.  I wanted to put it in my mouth but I
wasn't brave enough."

   "Girl.  It'll happen.  Just don't worry about it, it'll happen.  Mostly
Vic and I just ate each others pussies, until we came.  And, like I said,
we kissed a lot."

   They lay contentedly for a while, holding each other.  Finally Candy got
impatient, and leaned into Joycelyn's face.  They kissed, softly, starting
up where they'd left off earlier.  Candy finally sat up, and stripped her
shirt off, and then her bra.  Joycelyn undressed, too, as Candy kicked her
jeans down.  She slid her panties down her legs, and lay before her friend,
naked.

   "Darling...  come here..." She held out her hands, and Joycelyn came to
her.  She wrapped her arms around the smaller girl.

   "Darling." She whispered.  "Everything's gonna be okay.  Just relax, and
enjoy."

   They kissed, again and again.  Candy loved kissing her.  Her mouth was
fresh and sweet.  Her little tongue felt so sexy in Candy's mouth.  She ran
her hands down Joycelyn's back, and squeezed her butt.  Joycelyn laughed.
Candy spread her ass cheeks apart, and touched her asshole.  Joycelyn
jumped.

   "Relax, girl." Candy said, whispering.  "I love assholes.  You got a
sweet asshole, I'm sure of that.  Before this night's over I'm gonna lick
your asshole."

   Joycelyn giggled.  I am blowing her mind, Candy thought.  And I thought
she was the hip, worldly one.  But I am blowing her mind.

   Candy cupped Joycelyn's little breasts in her hands, and dropped her
head down, and kissed it.  She sucked on it, pulling the nipple into her
mouth.  Joycelyn tasted good, she decided already.  The girl had a definite
taste, and it was good.  She spent some time on the other breast, and then
continued her way down.  She stopped at Joycelyn's navel for a while,
making the girl laugh, and then raised her head.

   "Spread your legs, darlin'." Candy said, and Joycelyn spread.  Candy
crouched between Joycelyn's legs, and started at the girl's pussy.  At her
cunt.  It was beautiful!  A little patch of pussy hair, and a beautiful
slit.  A cute little clit at the top.  She leaned in and took the clit in
her mouth, and sucked.  Joycelyn drew a deep convulsive breath.  Baby,
thought Candy, Baby.  You got one sweet cunt.  I am going to love this.

   Thirty minutes later, Joycelyn came, for the second time.  Candy was
exhausted, almost.  She'd never dreamed she could lick so hard.  But the
girl had loved it so much.  It's time, Candy thought.  It is time for that
sweet asshole.  She manhandled Joycelyn, flipping her over.  She pulled
Joycelyn's ass into the air, and spread her ass cheeks apart. 
Unhesitatingly, unwaveringly, her lips went right to the girl's asshole. 
God she tastes good, Candy thought, just like in my dreams.  This is sweet,
sweet.  Actually, it was kind of bitter, with a hint of poop, but to Candy,
it tasted sweet.  It tastes like sex, she thought, pure sex.  I could do
this for hours.  I love this shit.

   Finally, Candy got to lay back and relax, and Joycelyn somewhat
hesitantly went down on her.  Nobody is bad at oral sex, Candy thought,
even the rankest beginner.  It always feels pretty good, no matter what. 
Joycelyn did a good job, and Candy felt the familiar tightening in the
backs of her legs that told her she was going to cum.  She began to breathe
deeply, and she reached down and caressed Joycelyn's head and neck.  she
finally came, gasping and hiccuping.  It was a good one, of course it was.
She'd actually never had a bad cum.

   They just lay there for an hour or two, in each others arm.  They talked
a little, mostly about what they'd just done.  Candy asked Joycelyn if
she'd enjoyed it, and Joycelyn just stared at her like she was crazy.  Of
course, she finally replied.  Candy giggled.  Sex is way more fun than they
told us, she said.  They didn't want us to know.  They knew it's all we'd
want to do, once we knew.

   "Candy." Said Joycelyn.  "Can you get me a date with your boss?  Can you
show me how?"

   "Sure.  Just come up tomorrow, or any time.  He'll always make time for
a BJ.  You know where the Taco Factory is, right?"

   "Of course."

   "Just be there."





   Saturday morning Candy finally said her farewells to Joycelyn and walked
home.  They'd made out again that morning, after they'd woken up, laughing
and rolling around in the bed.  Candy had finally buried her face between
Joycelyn's legs, and the other girl finally came mightily.  Then it was
Candy's turn.  She relaxed and lay back, as Joycelyn licked her to orgasm
like a pro.  The girl picked up fast, Candy thought.  It was fun.  The
weekend was shaping up nicely.





   Candy began early getting ready for her date with Don.  She made herself
up very lightly, remembering that girls wear makeup for other girls, not
guys.  Guys don't care.  She selected a tight pair of white slacks, and a
nice shirt, and a little sleeveless jacket thing.  She put on a fresh
thong, wiggling and adjusting it until it felt right.  Her bra was white,
since her shirt was very close to see-through.  She admired herself in the
mirror for a while, and then went downstairs to wait on him.

   Uncle Mike regarded her with surprise.  "Where are you going?" He asked.

   "Out."

   "With a guy?"

   She giggled.  "Yes."

   "Who is this guy?"

   "Donald Martin."

   "Don't know him.  Is he nice?"

   "Very."

   "Well, you know what to do if he's not.  Guard yourself, girl."

   "I always do, Uncle Mike.  Don't worry, we're just kind of at the
friends stage right now.  I don't know if he's the one, or not, yet."

   "Well, just remember I'll be glad to kill him if he mistreats you.  And
make sure he knows that, too."

   She giggled again.  "I will."

   "Does your mom know you're going out?"

   "Probably not.  But, Uncle Mike, I'm a big girl now, remember."

   "You are fourteen, dear.  Not even old enough to drive."

   "I know, I know.  But, life starts early now.  It's different, now."

   "Candy.  Some things never change.  Boys are one of them."

   "I know, I'll be careful.  I know what boys like."

   "You are too good for any boys around here.  Or any boys anywhere, for
that matter."

   "Okay." She giggled.  "I'll just get a nice girlfriend to slurp around
on."

   He looked askance at her, and sighed.  "Candy, Candy.  Sometimes I
almost think that would be better."





   There was a gentle knock at the door.  Candy looked at the clock. 
"That's him." She went to the door, and ushered Don into the house.  Uncle
Mike stood against the counter, his huge arms crossed, looking tough.

   "Uncle Mike, this is Don.  And Don, my Uncle Mike." The two shook hands,
sizing each other up.

   "I remember you." Uncle Mike said.  "I was a judge at Wilburton.  You
are the guy that almost broke that kid's arm."

   Don looked embarrassed.  "Yes, that was an accident.  I'm not that hard
on people usually.  I try to fight fair."

   "Those things happen.  Well, good to see you.  I'm sure you'll behave,
with my niece.  I've broke more than a few arms, myself, by the way."

   "I consider myself...  warned..." Don said.  He seemed a little
intimidated, exactly what Uncle Mike probably wanted.  Candy figured that
this meeting had been a good thing.

   "You are aware," Uncle Mike said, embarrassing her.  "That she's only
fourteen."

   "Yes, sir.  I will be on my best behavior, sir."

   "I'm sure you will.  You kids have fun." Uncle Mike turned, and headed
back to the kitchen.  Candy and Don left the house.

   As soon as they got outside, Don almost exploded.  "That's your uncle?
Mad Mike Lawson?  Oh man, I didn't make the connection.  Oh Jeezus.  I'm
not sure if I can take you out, Candy."

   Candy pouted.  "What?  Why not?"

   "He's the baddest of the bad.  He'll kill me if he suspects me of
anything, and I mean really kill me.  Candy, do you have any idea how many
rag-heads your uncle has killed?  He did four or five tours over there."

   "How do you know all this shit?" Candy was nonplussed.

   "My dad and my uncle both were in the twenty-fourth.  I've heard their
stories my whole life.  I heard about your uncle years ago.  He's one of
the biggest names in the twenty-fourth.  At least in modern times."

   Lord.  Well, this could be good.  Or not.  She felt like that now, at
least, she had a little authority over Don, if the need arose.  He
genuinely seemed scared of Uncle Mike.  How interesting.  She had a
celebrity in the family, and didn't even know it.  Well, that was cool.

   They went to the Bird Shack, and had some fried chicken, and then drove
around for a while.  They cruised the strip, and finally went out to the
lake and sat around on the hood and talked to the other kids.  Don seemed
to keep his distance from her, and she wondered if he was still thinking of
her uncle.  This may be a disadvantage, she thought.

   Finally the sun set, and it was blessedly dark.  They walked part-ways
around the lake, and Don laid his arm on her shoulder.  He felt nice and
warm.  They returned to the car, and crawled back on the hood.

   "Candy...  darling..." Don finally spoke.  She pretty much knew what he
was going to say.  She understood, but it made her sad in a kind of
melancholy way.

   "You are a very sweet and special girl.  I love you very much.  But...
darling...  understand...  I'm almost eighteen and you're fourteen...  in
another few months I could actually get in legal trouble going out with
you, if somebody thought something happened..."

   "I understand..." She slowly said, feeling a tear in the corner of her
eye.  Dammit, she thought.

   "I just think we oughta wait a while, is all.  If you're willing to
wait. Can we make a pact to meet again, when you're a little older?  I
mean, I'll still be around, I'm not going anywhere...  even if I join I'll
be back, back here..."

   "Don...  yes...  I understand." And I understand my uncle scared the
pants off you, she thought.  "We can do that...  I'm obviously not goin'
anywhere either..."

   "Candy...  thanks...  thanks for understanding." Well, she thought, this
puts Dalton in the clear.

   He leaned in to her, and they kissed.  He hugged her, and they sat for a
while longer in the dusky dark, watching the parade of kids around them. 
Everybody's here for the same reason, Candy thought, to hook up with
somebody.  The same reason I thought I was here.  The reason I was here. 
Oh, well.  There'll be other times.  Shit.  She sighed.

   Don had her home by ten, and he walked her to the door, and gave her a
sweet little kiss.

   "Candy.  Stay in touch, please.  You have my number." He said, and she
nodded.  They kissed again, and he got in his car and left.  He's probably
going back out the lake, she thought, and look for a girl his age.  A legal
girl.  Shit.





   She dragged herself in the house.  Her mom was gone.  Uncle Mike was in
the living room, lit only by the flickering TV screen.

   "Where's mom?" She asked.  Uncle Mike turned.

   "She's at grandma's.  Candy...  something happened to your grandmother.
A stroke or something.  They say she'll be alright, but your mom's probably
going to stay with her a few days.  I told her we'd be alright.  I can take
you up tomorrow, if you want to go."

   Shit.  Well shit.  "Okay...  we'll see..."

   She sat beside him on the couch.

   "How'd it go?" He asked.

   Shit again.  "Oh, it went fine, Uncle Mike.  You put the fear in him
good, real good." She giggled, to let him know she wasn't PO'd at him or
anything.

   "That's what I intended." He said, laughing a little.

   "We just went to the lake and sat on the hood of his car.  He kept his
distance.  He says you're a bad-ass, the baddest of the bad, I think he
said.  He said you killed lots of head rags, or something."

   Mike laughed.  "Don't believe everything you hear.  Rag-heads.  That is
not a politically correct phrase, dear.  Be careful who you say it around."

   She laughed.  "Well, he was pretty scared of you.  He wouldn't touch me.
He basically told me to look him up when I was legal."

   "He shouldn't touch you.  And he should wait, until you're legal."

   "Uncle Mike.  You have to realize at some point, that I'm growing up. 
I'm about there, in fact." Lord, she thought, if you knew the things I'd
done already, you would go on a killing spree.  And you might kill me, too.

   "Uncle Mike." She squirmed a little closer to him, on the couch.  She
thought, this is an opportunity I cannot pass up.  My mom is gone, a
hundred miles away.  It's just me and him.  And the mood is already set.

   "What."

   She lay down, and put her head in his lap.  She looked up at him.

   "We need to talk."

   "Okay."

   "I'm...  fourteen.  You know that.  I know that.  I am a woman, a
female. You know that, I know that."

   "Okay."

   "I'm reaching...  I've reached the age...  the age of...  becoming
active..."

   He was silent.  She realized that he knew exactly what she meant, though
she hadn't said it.  Sexually active.  He suddenly seemed to know what this
was about.

   "Uncle Mike.  Please understand.  I'm not trying to embarrass you or put
you on the spot.  But understand.  I love you more than anybody in the
world, than my mom or anybody.  I know you love me.  Uncle Mike.  I want
you to be my first.  I think I deserve that.  I think you do."

   He was still silent.  She could feel him trembling beneath her head. 
Shit, she thought, shit.  What will he say.

   He didn't say anything.  He didn't do anything.  He just sat there.  The
minutes dragged.  She finally turned on her side, facing him.  She idly
thought, I'm just an inch from his weenie.  She realized that tears were
running down her cheeks.  She didn't really know why.

   He finally looked down at her, seeing that she was crying.  She saw two
large tears swell up in the corner of his eyes.  He pulled her up, into his
arms, and hugged her, hard.

   "Candy." His voice was husky, and she could tell he was close to crying,
too.  "Candy...  darling...  I love you more than life...  I want you to be
happy, I want you to have a good life...  I'm just not sure how that would
help..."

   "It's..." She thought of something that Victoria's mom had said.  "It's
symbolic.  Symbolic of our love for each other.  In ancient times, it was a
big deal, taking a girl's...  flowers as they called it.  Now we say
popping the cherry.  Same thing."

   He snorted.  "You shouldn't even know that phrase.  Candy, you're just a
kid.  You should be at least sixteen to even think this stuff.  Candy.  How
could I to that, to you?"

   "Uncle Mike.  I told you.  It's different now."

   "Not much different."

   "You don't want me...  to waste it one some creep do you?  Don't you
want to be my first?"

   "Lord." He sighed, and hugged her closer.  They sat like that for a long
time.  He felt good, beneath her.  It felt good to touch him, again.  To
have him hug her, like he used to.

   "Candy." He finally pushed her away a little, where he could see her,
talk to her.  "I think I understand what you are asking.  And I think I
understand why.  But I don't think, in good conscience, that I could do it.
For one thing, I could go to jail."

   She interrupted.  "Only if somebody else knows.  No one would ever know.
Trust me."

   "I know you think that...  but things of this magnitude are difficult to
hide...  Candy...  you are right about one thing, I love you more than
anything in the world.  Than life.  If things were just slightly different,
I would do this in a heartbeat.  I almost feel guilty saying it, but I
would.  If society, our culture was just a little different.  But...  what
you ask...  it's impossible, girl."

   "Uncle Mike.  Sometimes we have to make our own rules.  You've actually
told me that, before, remember?"

   "Sometimes rules matter.  Candy, I know this is a big deal with you. 
Understand my position...  I'm your uncle.  I'm...  lord...  what, twenty
two years older than you?  I just can't, darling.  I just can't."

   She pouted up at him.  "You can.  You just think you can't.  Uncle Mike.
Think about it.  Think about how much you love me and want to see me happy.
And I want to make you happy.  Think about it, please."

   "Candy.  I have.  Lord.  Now that you've said it, I will.  I won't be
able to stop thinking about it."

   "Uncle Mike.  We have time.  I'm not in any hurry.  I'll wait for you,
even if I have to wait until I'm eighteen.  I promise, I'll save myself for
you." That was a big commitment, she thought.  She was ready, now.  She
wanted it, now.  But she would wait, if she had to.

   He laughed, a little.  She didn't know if he was laughing at the idea of
her waiting, or what.  Or the ridiculousness of the whole situation.  She
didn't ask.

   He hugged her back against his body.  She lay against him, satisfied, at
least for the moment.  She knew he was right, he wouldn't be able to stop
thinking about it, now that she'd brought it up.  She hoped he'd give it
some serious consideration.

   They just sat there, on the couch as the TV droned on.  He seemed
satisfied to just hold her, and she was certainly satisfied to be held. 
Maybe this is all I get, she thought.  It was enough, for right now.





   Sunday afternoon, Joycelyn's mom dropped her off at Candy's house.  She
dragged in, kind of downcast, and faced Candy.

   "Candy.  Let's do it."

   "Do what?"

   "Visit your boss." Lord.  The girl seemed kind of embarrassed.  But she
must be pretty eager, to come over almost literally the next day.  Well,
this should be interesting.

   They made the short walk to the Taco Factory.  Candy didn't know all the
weekend crew.  The place seemed kind of dead, actually.  They went on in.
Mr.  Hardy was entertaining a small group of girls with a story, it seemed.
They waited politely until he noticed them.

   "Candy!" He said, and she smiled.

   "Mr.  Hardy.  I've got a potential employee for you.  Can we fill out an
app?"

   He led them back to his office, eyeing Joycelyn with glee.  Candy knew
Joycelyn was just his type, slim and attractive.  They entered the office,
and Mr.  Hardy took his seat and started rummaging around on the mass of
papers on his desk.  Candy shut the door, and locked it.  He looked up at
the click.

   "Forget that shit." She said.  "BJ class is now in session.  Mr.  Hardy,
meet Joycelyn, my student.  A learner's permit is fifty bucks."

   He just gazed at her blankly, his mind trying to process all that. 
Finally, he seemed to get it.  His face broke out in a grin.  He leaned
forward and pawed for his billfold.

   Joycelyn kept her head down.  She was embarrassed, Candy could tell. 
Mr. Hardy counted out fifty bucks, and gave it to Candy.  She handed it to
Joycelyn, who stuck it in her pocket.

   Candy motioned Mr.  Hardy to come around the corner of his desk, and he
did.  She motioned again, and he began to dig his cock and balls out of his
pants.  Joycelyn watched in fascination.

   Mr.  Hardy was already pretty hard.  She wondered if he stayed like
that.

   "Okay." Candy said.  "Joycelyn, meet dick.  Dick, Joycelyn.  Here's how
I do it." She pinched Mr.  Hardy's cock at the base, and slurped him into
her mouth.  She ran his cock in and out a few times, and then stopped and
licked around the cap of it, where Joycelyn could see.  Mr.  Hardy sighed
and moaned in pleasure.  She knew he was as happy as hell.  This was almost
a freebie, to him, only fifty bucks, and a new girl, to boot.

   She gobbled his knob for a while longer, trying to show Joycelyn how she
did it, what her technique was.  Finally she pulled away.

   "And that's pretty much it.  Believe me, most anything feels good to
guys.  I guess the important thing to remember is, suck.  When all else
fails, suck."

   Joycelyn finally giggled.  Candy backed up, and motioned Joycelyn into
her spot.  Joycelyn knelt, and regarded Mr.  Hardy's hard-on from a few
inches away.

   "Go ahead, dear." Candy said.  "Well, you can examine it first if you
wish.  It is a nice one." She glanced up at Mr.  Hardy and winked, and he
smiled down at her.

   Joycelyn hesitantly took hold of Mr.  Hardy's cock at the base, and
wiggled it around a little, looking at it.  She finally opened her mouth
and cautiously took it in.  She closed her lips, and Candy could tell she
was sucking, now.  Mr.  Hardy sighed again.

   "Darling." Candy expounded.  "When he comes, it may surprise you.  If a
little slips out, that's okay, just lean back so it doesn't get on you. 
Let him squirt a time or two, then swallow.  Squirt squirt swallow, squirt
squirt swallow, that's what I do.  You just gotta time it right.  And don't
worry, Mr.  Hardy tastes okay.  It's not bad, it goes down your throat so
quick you might not even have time to taste it."

   Joycelyn nodded as best she could, with a cock in her mouth.  She was
doing okay, Candy thought, sliding him in and out, keeping suction up.

   Candy leaned back and relaxed.  This was going well.  Mr.  Hardy looked
very pleased with Joycelyn.  Good.  Even a fucked up blow job is probably
pretty good, Candy thought.  Even one from a beginner.

   Mr.  Hardy gently touched Joycelyn on the head as he began to cum. 
Candy was interested to watch him cum, from a distance.  He squinched up
his face, like a little boy, she thought, giggling.  His body jerked and
twitched, and he gave a big moan.  Joycelyn had a shocked look on her face
for an instant, and Candy figured that was her first mouthful.  She did
well, though, not losing any of it, swallowing without choking.  Candy
could finally tell when he was done, and she touched Joycelyn's shoulder.

   "That's it, dear.  Make sure it's clean, now." Joycelyn gave one last
suck, and let his softening penis slip from her mouth.  She grinned.  She
seemed to be over her shyness, now.

   "You did good, girl." Candy said, and Mr.  Hardy nodded.

   "Yes, that was great.  Couldn't have been better." He stowed his cock
away, and sat back down behind his desk.  "Are you sure you don't want to
fill out an application?  I could always use another cute face around
here."

   "Well, maybe I will." Said Joycelyn.  Candy could tell he was overjoyed
at the thought of two cocksuckers working for him.  She kind of hoped
Joycelyn would get a job here, it would be fun working with her.  Mr. 
Hardy would really go broke, then, she thought.





   That Monday, she wondered how to tell Dalton that she was no longer with
Don.  She wondered if she should rush into things with him, at least until
the thing with her uncle solidified, for better or worse.  Well, her and
Dalton could be good friends, at least, first.  It's not like they were
going to just immediately do it, anyway.  Although, she almost thought
she'd rather do it with Dalton that Don.  She didn't know why, though.

   Anyway, bio class rolled around, and when the teacher got done talking,
they broke up into groups.

   "I heard you and Don busted up." Said Dalton, almost immediately.  Lord.
How did this stuff get around so quickly.

   "Jeezus, Dalton, how does this stuff get around so quickly." Candy asked
him, and he laughed.

   "It just...  does, I guess."

   "We weren't really ever a couple, so we can't have broken up.  I think
my uncle scared him off, really."

   "Your uncle?  Mad Mike?" Lord.  Dalton even knows about that?  Jeezus.

   "Yes.  Mad Mike.  Jeezus." She was almost disgusted.  But, she was kind
of proud her uncle had such a reputation.  Some of it seemed to rub off on
her.  A lot of it.

   "Well, yes, I'm free, white and twenty-one." She said, drawing a blank
from him.  Hadn't heard that one, obviously.  This is something I can work
with, she thought.  I can educate this boy.  I can make something of him.
He just can't have my cherry.  That is for Uncle Mike.





   Class passed, and gym class passed.  Afterwards, during lunch she sat in
the stands and talked to Victoria.  She told her about making it with
Joycelyn, and they both giggled at her story of how Joycelyn's mind was
totally blown.

   "Then I taught her how to give a BJ." Candy said, her voice trailing off
as she realized she hadn't yet told Victoria all her BJ stories yet.  She
thought she remembered once telling her she'd give a BJ, though...

   Victoria looked puzzled.  "How did you do that?  With what?  Who?"

   Oh shit.  Well, what the hell.  She'd had sex with Victoria, they were
that close.  She might as well know.

   "It's my boss, Mr.  Hardy...  I took her to work, and let her practice
on him."

   Victoria seemed about as nonplussed as Joycelyn had been.

   "Candy...  you are full of surprises..." Victoria finally said.  "She...
she gave your boss a blow job?  Have you?  I don't understand?"

   Oh, hell.  "We both did.  I just showed her how I do it."

   "How you do it?  Candy...  how many times have you done it?  And to just
him?  Or others?"

   Candy laughed to herself silently.  Shit, she thought.  Me and my big
mouth.  It didn't bother her much to tell Victoria, though.

   "Vic.  I've done it maybe seven or eight times, to three different guys.
That's it."

   "Jeezus.  Fuck!" Said Victoria, in awe.  "Candy...  you...  you rock...
Fuck!"

   Candy laughed out loud then, and looked around to make sure no one was
near.

   "Your boss.  Is he clean?  Is it...  does he...  taste good?"

   "Yes, pretty much.  Yes, he's clean."

   "Candy.  Can you do that for me?  Like you did her?"

   Well, shit.  Another student.  School was still in session, apparently.





   That evening, they walked to the Taco Factory.  Victoria seemed to get
more and more nervous, as they approached.  Finally Candy had to drag her
in the door.  The place was bustling, so they waited at the counter a few
minutes until the crowd died down.  Mr.  Hardy finally approached.

   "Mr.  Hardy." Said Candy.  "I got another potential employee."

   He led them to the back, and they entered his office.  Candy shut and
locked the door.  Mr.  Hardy waited expectantly.

   "Mr.  Hardy, this is my friend Victoria." The two shook hands.  "Today
the entrance fee is twenty-five dollars, since it's a training session.  Is
that okay with you?"

   "Oh, yes, that's very okay." He pulled the money out of his wallet, and
gave it to Candy, who tucked it into Victoria's pocket.  Victoria wouldn't
look up at Mr.  Hardy, not yet.

   Mr.  Hardy stepped to the corner of his desk, and pulled out his cock
and balls.  This was getting pretty routine for him.  Candy dropped to her
knees, and the lesson commenced.





   After Victoria was done, after she'd slurped the semen out of Mr. 
Hardy's hard dick, Candy stayed in the office with her while Mr.  Hardy
went out to check on the store.

   "You okay, darlin'?" Candy asked, and Victoria giggled helplessly.

   "I can't...  I can't get over this...  it's just...  too cool..."

   "What, you giving a BJ?"

   "Yeah...  me, giving a BJ..."

   "You did good, girl.  I could tell he enjoyed it."

   "Well...  don't guys always enjoy it?"

   "I figger.  Yes."

   "Shit.  My first.  Damn.  I did good.  Damn." Candy finally got Victoria
up and out the door.  She walked her to the door, and told her she'd see
her tomorrow at school.  She went back in, and made some tacos.  She felt
good about things, things were going well.  She wondered what her uncle was
doing, if he was thinking about her at the moment.  She wondered what he
was going to decide.  If he did decide.  If you decide not to choose, you
still have made a choice, she hummed the line from a Rush song.  She
figured she'd give him a few weeks, and then ask him if he'd decided.  She
didn't want to push him, though.  Let him think it out.  She almost felt
like he'd eventually say yes, like she could wear him down.  Well, she
didn't want to just wear him down, she wanted to convince him it was the
right thing to do.  Well, because, it just was.  It was the right thing to
do.  She felt good, happy.  The future's so bright, I gotta wear shade, she
hummed.



   That night, her mom was back home.  The week passed, almost boringly. 
Friday morning, in biology class Dalton asked her if she'd be at the lake
that evening.  She didn't really have a way there, so she said no.

   "I mean, I'd like to, but I don't have a way to get there." She said.

   "My friend Darrell has a car...  if I go with him, want me to call you?"

   "Yeah...  do that, yeah." She said, hoping it worked out.  "You got my
number?"





   It didn't work out apparently.  She never heard from Dalton Friday
night. Oh well, maybe next time.  She hung out with Victoria most of the
afternoon, and finally trudged back home about nightfall.  Her mom had gone
back to Yarnell to be with her grandmother.  Uncle Mike was stretched out
on the couch, and she joined him, laying down and putting her head in his
lap.  He absently reached down and stroked her head, re-arranging strands
of her hair, and tickling her ear.  She sighed, happy, and just laid there.
She badly wanted to ask him if he'd decided anything, but she didn't want
to make him feel pressured or anything.  What if he just never says
anything?  She thought.  Will I really be able to wait until I'm eighteen,
to see what he might do then?  Is it worth the wait, that long?  Can I
stand it?  She sighed.  What to do, what to do.

   "You okay, darlin'?" He said, and she nodded.

   "Yes...  just...  tired.  And thinkin'."

   "I understand." They lay there another hour or so.  She drifted in and
out of sleep.

   Finally, about midnight, he spoke to her.

   "Candy."

   She woke, jumping slightly.

   "Yes...  what..." She sat up, wiping sleep from her eyes.  She was
woozy.

   "Candy.  I've given a lot of thought to what you said...  the other
night."

   Oh, shit, was this it?  Was he going to tell her?

   "That's literally all I've thought of, since."

   Well, she understood that.  It was a big deal, to her, and to him, she
was sure.

   "I'm not going to tell you no, darling.  Not yet."

   Shit.  What did that mean?

   "But I'm not saying yes, either.  Do this for me, Candy.  Wait, a few
months, at least.  Grow a little, stretch your wings a little, and let's
see if this is still what you want.  If it is, if you want it bad enough to
wait, then, I'll say...  maybe...  I mean, give me time to think, too... 
does this make sense to you?"

   "Yes." She sat up further, and leaned into him.  She kissed him gently,
on the cheek.  She stared at him, from two inches away.  He met her gaze
calmly, solidly.  She was sure he'd stared down worse things than a
teen-aged girl, before.

   Well, then, she thought, take this.  She leaned into him and planted her
lips directly on his.  He resisted, for a moment, his lips were stiff. 
Then she felt him relax, and he kissed back.  She held it for as long as
she dared, and then broke away.  His eyes were closed.  They stayed closed.
She touched his lips again with hers.  He resisted again, then melted.  He
let her do it two more times, before he broke away.

   "Candy...  what I said...  let's do it that way, okay?"

   "Uncle Mike...  this isn't "doing it", kissing isn't.  We're just
playing around a little.  You are not the first boy I've kissed, and you
won't be the last.  Can't we just do it a little bit?"

   "Candy...  I'm not sure...  I'm not sure I can stop if we start..."

   "I won't let it go...  much further...  please?  Uncle Mike?  Please?"

   He didn't say anything further, and just to see what would happen she
leaned into him and kissed him again.  He was definitely kissing back, she
thought.  They kissed for several minutes, and finally she felt his arms
reaching around her.  She lay there, comfortable, in his arms and let him
kiss her.  Ah, she thought, it's fifty-fifty, now.  Perfect.  It was
ninety-ten when we started, but now it's fifty-fifty.

   "Uncle Mike." She finally pulled away from him.  "What you said.  Okay.
I'll go for that.  I'll settle for you thinking about it, and maybe making
your mind up later.  Just do one thing, tonight, to get me through."

   He got a look on his face, and she almost giggled.  She knew he knew she
was going to ask him to do something he probably wouldn't think he should
do.  He'd probably want to do it, but he'd think he shouldn't.  He was
right.

   "Uncle Mike.  Play with my boobies.  Lick them.  Suck them.  Make love
to them."

   He just laughed.  "Candy, girl.  You are persistent, I'll say that.  And
naughty.  I'm not going anywhere near your boobies, you little nut."

   She sat up, and pulled her stretchy shirt over her head.  She just
yanked her bra off, without even unfastening it.  Her breasts flopped free.
There, literally before he'd had time to react, she was topless.  She
grabbed his hands, but she wasn't strong enough to place them on her
breasts like she wanted.  She giggled, wrestling with him.

   "Candy.  Stop.  Put your shirt back on." She'd noticed, at least, that
his eyes had never left her breasts, from the moment she'd exposed them. 
That was a good sign.  She knew he liked them.  Who the hell wouldn't. 
They were nice breasts.  They were blue-ribbon county fair prize winners.

   She finally stopped wrestling with him.

   "Uncle Mike.  Give me this, give me hope.  Just do this one thing for
me, and I'll wait as long as you ask, for whatever you decide.  Just do
this, please."

   He didn't move a muscle.  He had an almost helpless look on his face.

   "Candy." He finally said.  "I am not a strong man.  And you are offering
me the thing I want most in the world, yet it's the one thing that I don't
feel right in accepting.  How can I stop there, if I do?  Can you keep me,
and yourself, from going further?"

   "I...  I think I can...  I understand, Uncle Mike, and I...  I respect
that, what you feel.  I don't exactly feel the same, but I understand."

   "Oh, shit.  Oh, shit." Was all he said.  She had never heard him cuss
before, like that.

   "Just give me a little...  pleasure..." she said.  "And take some from
me, for yourself...  and then I'll wait for you, forever if I have to."

   He gave a gasping, groaning moan, something she had never heard from him
before.  He buried his face in her breasts, almost falling into her.  She
felt his tongue on her hard nipple.  She squeezed his head into her tits,
feeling his face, and his tongue rubbing her nipples.  God, he felt so
good. She knew he wanted this.  And she sure as hell wanted it.

   An hour later, he finally raised his face from her breasts.  She had
cum, once, as he licked her, reaching down to rub her thumb along the seam
of her jeans, where her pussy was.  She had cum softly, quietly, she didn't
really want him to know for some reason, not yet, at least.  Her panties
were so wet she figured she would squish when she walked.  She had enjoyed
the last hour greatly, though she had no sensation of time passing for most
of it.  Her nipples had been hard so long they actually hurt.  Or maybe
that was just from him licking them so much.  Now she was sitting up, and
he was laying with his head in her lap.  She guessed he had had enough. 
She hadn't, of course.

   "Uncle Mike.  Thank you." She finally said, and he snorted, and kind of
laughed.

   "No, Candy.  Thank you." He raised his head.  "Girl.  You got a way of
always getting what you want, don't you?"

   "Pretty much." She laughed.  "It's a girl thing."

   "I guess.  Shit." He stared at her breasts, trying to fix them in his
mind forever.  "We probably shouldn't have done this, Candy."

   "I know, I know.  But we did.  And it was sweet.  And we might even do
it again someday, who knows."

   "Candy.  If you love and respect me, please don't wave this in front of
me again.  I cannot help myself, when you do.  I am not that strong."

   "Hah.  You are the strongest man I know.  I just think that
subconsciously you know I'm right, that we are meant to be together.  At
least for the first time, my first time."

   "Girl, girl." He seemed to be at a loss for words.  He seemed content to
lay in her lap and stare up at her beautiful breasts.  She leaned down and
rubbed his cheek with her nipple.

   "You did good, Uncle Mike.  You made me feel real good."

   "You made me feel real good, girl.  You shouldn't have, it shouldn't
have, but it did."

   Twenty minutes later, he dragged himself up, and off to bed.  He turned
as he left the room, for one last look at her, sitting there topless, lit
by the TV.

   "Goodnight, darling.  Sweet dreams."

   "You too, Uncle Mike.  Sweet dreams."

   "You know I will darling.  You know I will."





   Mr.  Hardy was planning another epic photo shoot.  Candy had already
warned him it was going to be expensive.  He was planning on a Saturday
afternoon, for five or six hours, at least.  Yes, epic.  Lord, she thought.
He had already asked her if she could invite one of her "friends".  She had
approached Victoria with the idea, to a fairly warm reception.  The only
hard part was the financial negotiations.  Finally, she called Victoria up
to the Taco Factory, and they crowded in Mr.  Hardy's office.  Candy made
sure the door was locked.

   "Girls.  I'm so glad you could make it.  Victoria...  has Candy told you
what I'm wanting to do?"

   "Just take some pictures...  right?"

   "Well, yes, but what I'm hoping for from you two girls.  I kind of hope
you'll make out with each other..."

   Victoria looked at Candy.  Candy shrugged.  "I guess so." Said Victoria.

   "And, of course, totally nude photography?" He said, hopefully.

   "How...  how much money we talking about?" Victoria finally said.  Candy
knew her family was rich.  She knew Victoria didn't need money.  Still
money was nice to have.  Every little bit helped.

   "Two hundred each?  That sound good?"

   "Mr.  Hardy." Candy broke in.  "You did two fifty last time, for me. 
Surely you can manage two fifty again.  Consider what your getting for it,
and the length of time you're saying you want.  Surely that's not too much
to ask."

   He sighed.  She was right.  "You are right, Candy.  Okay, two fifty each
it is."

   "Half now, half after." Candy said.

   "You drive a hard bargain, girl." Mr.  Hardy said, shaking his head.





   That Saturday, Candy met Victoria at McDerp's.  She called Mr.  Hardy on
her cell phone, making sure to block her number.  She still didn't want him
to have it.

   "We're here, and ready.  Pick us up.  Over and out." She said, and hung
up.  Victoria gave her a weak smile.  Victoria seemed a little unsure of
the whole thing, now that it was about to happen.

   They waited a few more minutes, and finally he drove up.  They crowded
into his little car, and off he went.  They drove to the Granada, and Mr.
Hardy fetched his suitcase and camera case from the trunk.  They all went
up together, and he closed the door and set the chain behind them.  Candy
looked at the clock.  It was four o'clock.

   "Okay," she said.  "This show goes on until nine.  That's all I got in
me.  That's fifty bucks an hour." That seemed fair to her.  More than fair,
but she didn't say that out loud.  She knew he was getting a pretty good
deal.

   Victoria hovered close to Candy, unsure of herself.  Mr.  Hardy bustled
about, getting his camera ready.  Candy nodded to Victoria, and they sat on
the edge of the bed.

   Mr.  Hardy was finally ready.

   "What do you want to start with?" Candy asked him.

   "How about you girls try some of my clothes on?" He replied.

   The next hour was spent sliding in and out of teddies, nightgowns and
thongs.  God what a lot of thongs, Candy thought.  Victoria had wanted to
go in the bathroom to change the first time, but now she acted just like
she'd forgotten Mr.  Hardy and his camera ever existed.  Candy was the
same, stepping in and out of panties and thongs, totally ignoring the
flashing camera and the leering photographer.

   Finally Mr.  Hardy set his camera aside.  "Girls, I'm...  coming out..."
He said, and pulled his dick and his balls out of his pants.  Victoria and
Candy giggled, and Victoria shook her head.  He resumed the photo shoot.

   Candy finally sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread.  Mr.  Hardy
began the close-up portion of the photo shoot.  Victoria finally joined
her, spreading wide, and finally the two girls leaned into each other, and
kissed.  Before long they were locked, tongue to cunt, in a 69 thing, with
Mr.  Hardy clicking away.  Candy came, quickly, and then she felt Victoria
tremble and shake beneath her.  They licked away at each others pussies,
forgetting the camera even existed.

   Finally, exhausted, they just lay on the bed in each others arms, as Mr.
Hardy snapped more pictures.  Candy did not understand how that damn camera
could hold so many pictures.  Jeezus.  He must have taken way over a
thousand by now, she thought.  Good grief.

   Candy excused herself to the bathroom.  She'd drank a big gulp full of
sweet tea, and her bladder was about to bust.

   "Candy, no, wait!" Mr.  Hardy was breathless.

   "Mr.  Hardy, hang on, I have to pee." She said.

   "Candy!" He was falling all over himself to be understood in time. 
"Candy, I'll give you another hundred bucks if you'll pee on me."

   Lord.  What was this about?  Was he really into this?  Did she really
want to do this?  For a hundred bucks, she thought, why not.

   "How, Mr.  Hardy." She said.

   "I'll lay in the bathtub, and you stand over me." He said.  She nodded,
and he began stripping off his clothes.  Victoria giggled.

   "Mr.  Hardy." Victoria said sternly.  "You are a pervert."

   "I know, darling.  I know"





   Candy was really about to bust by the time he got all situated in the
tub.  He finally got laid down, and nodded to her.  She gingerly climbed up
on the edges of the tub, and then squatted down over him, her legs spread
wide, one on each side of the tub.  She tried to relax, but nothing came
out.

   "Go ahead, dear." He said.  Still nothing happened.  "Shy kidneys, huh?"
he sat up, and reached up, and massaged her pussy where he imagined her
urethra was.  It felt good, but still nothing came out.  She was trying as
hard as she could to pee, but nothing was happening.  Finally Victoria
reached over and turned on the faucet, and let the water run for a while.
At long long last, Candy felt her pee begin it's journey to the outside
world.  A stream of hot piss shot from her pussy, and splashed on Mr. 
Hardy's chest.  He immediately leaned forward, into the stream, and bathed
his face in it, even opening his mouth.  Her urine splashed all over his
face, and down her legs.  She giggled, and she heard Victoria giggling from
across the bathroom.

   She peed for what felt like the longest time, feeling great relief.  Mr.
Hardy continued to bathe in it, for as long as it came out.  Finally the
stream died down, and a few last drops dripped out.  She tensed, and then
relaxed as he cautiously leaned up to her, and licked her piss-covered
pussy.  It did feel good.  Finally she carefully climbed down, wary of the
pee-slickened enamel.

   "Mr.  Hardy..." Victoria spoke.  "I'll pee on you too, if you want."

   "Oh yes, dear, oh yes." He was happy as a clam.  If clams really are
happy.

   Candy helped Victoria climb onto the sides of the tub, and she stood
over him the same way Candy had.  She was able to pee much quicker, though
her stream was much finer, and she managed to pee for a long time.  Candy
could smell the other girl's urine, it smelled stronger than hers.  She
almost wanted to taste it, just to see.  Maybe someday, she thought.

   The stream finally narrowed, and died.  The party was over.  Not quite.

   "Mr.  Hardy." Victoria said, surprising Candy.  "I have to poop.  Want
me to poop on you?"

   "Oh, hell yeah." Victoria had gauged Mr.  Hardy's level of perversity
well.  She had hit the nail right on the head.

   Candy's legs felt cold as her urine dried on them.  She stood at the
door, bemused, and watched Victoria grunt and fart softly as a long brown
turd descended from her asshole.  It broke off and fell onto Mr.  Hardy's
belly.  He grunted.  Candy smelled the smell of fresh shit, of Victoria's
shit.  It actually turned her on a little, for some crazy reason.  Mr. 
Hardy had moved up slightly, and Victoria's next turd fell right on his
cock.  His hard cock.  Now it was his hard, shitty cock.  A few more small
ones fell, and the show was over.  The whole bathroom smelled strongly of
Victoria's shit, a pungent and heavy odor, but familiar to Candy.  She had
smelled shit before.  Her own, of course.  and she'd smelled way worse in
the girl's bathroom at school.

   She helped Victoria down from the tub, and Mr.  Hardy gingerly stood,
letting Victoria's turds drop into the tub.  Candy was glad he hadn't tried
to eat them or anything, she wasn't sure she could have handled that.  Mr.
Hardy leaned down and turned the faucet on, getting the temperature right,
finally turning on the shower head.  He squished Victoria's shit down the
drain, getting rid of it.

   "Come on in, ladies." He said, scrubbing Victoria's shit from his cock,
and his belly.  Candy and Victoria looked at each other, and then got in
the tub with him.  It was pretty crowded.  Candy washed her legs off, and
then felt the familiar fullness in her colon.  Oh shit.  Now she had to go.

   "I gotta poop, now, dammit." She said.  "Victoria, you made me need to
poop." Victoria giggled, as Candy crawled out of the tub.  Mr.  Hardy
followed her, dripping water everywhere.

   "Candy." He said.  "Sit on it backwards.  I want to watch." Oh shit. 
More of this shit.  She wasn't sure about it, but she sat, awkwardly,
backwards on the toilet, facing the wall.

   "Stick your butt out." He said, and she did.  She relaxed her butthole
as best she could, and finally felt the poop start.  Ahhhh, there, she
thought, that feels much better.  She could barely see him over her
shoulder, and she felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and rubbing it.  His
face was right down at asshole level.  She finally pooped out a few turds,
hoping he was getting a good show.  Victoria stood under the shower head,
and watched and giggled.

   Candy was finally done pooping.  Mr.  Hardy wiped her ass for her, and
had to wipe some off the seat.  They got back in the shower.  She rubbed
her hand down her asscrack, washing it out good.  She did the same for
Victoria, wanting her asshole to be nice and clean, since she planned on
licking it later.  They all soaped up and giggled and rubbed on each other,
Mr.  Hardy probably having the most fun of all, Candy figured.  Finally he
shut the water off and they got out and dried off.  The bathroom was a
mess, and Candy was glad she wasn't a maid at the Granada.  Or anywhere,
for that matter.

   Back in the bedroom, Candy looked at the clock.  Two hours to go?  Shit.
She crawled up on the bed, and was joined by Victoria.  Mr.  Hardy
reclaimed his camera.  The next hour passed leisurely, her and Victoria
licked and sucked each others pussies, and tits, and Candy got to eat
Victoria's ass out like she wanted to.  It tasted great, She was amazed
that even after soap and water it still tasted slightly poopy.  Such is the
nature of assholes, she thought.

   Finally, Mr.  Hardy had enough.  He was exhausted.  Candy and Victoria
were worn out, too.  They just lay on the bed for a while, and he sat in a
chair, still naked, his dick still hard.  Candy looked at the clock.  Damn.
He still had an hour.

   "Mr.  Hardy." Victoria sat up.  "I will let you fuck me for two hundred
dollars."

   Oh shit, Candy thought.  Do you really want to give it away to this guy?
For your first time?  Well, it's yours, I guess you can do what you want.

   She turned to Victoria.  Victoria looked stern.  Candy realized she
didn't want to be talked out of it.  So she kept quiet.

   Finally Mr.  Hardy said.  "Dear.  Are you sure that's what you want?"

   "Yes, I'm sure.  I'm ready." Victoria said.

   "You are a virgin, right?" Mr.  Hardy said.

   "Yes."

   "And you are sure?"

   "Yes."

   "Well, okay.  Sure, then."

   Mr.  Hardy had to get dressed to go down to his car and retrieve a
condom.  As soon as he left Candy asked Victoria if she was really really
sure that she wanted an old man to pop her cherry.

   "Dammit, Candy...  I'm just ready, I'm tired of waiting.  Yes, yes, it's
what I want."

   "I'm not trying to talk you out of it, dear..." Candy said.  "I just
want to make sure."

   "Candy.  Are you still gonna fuck your uncle?"

   "I'm trying, anyway.  I'm not sure if it's gonna happen.  It's not gonna
happen soon, in any case."

   "Shit.  It's never gonna happen for me, if I don't do something.  I'm
just ready, dammit."

   "Well, I just remembered that the other night you said you wanted
something special, something to remember.  I just didn't know if Mr.  Hardy
was that special."

   "Candy...  I'm just ready.  Shit.  I should have let Allen fuck me the
other night in that stupid cave, rubber or no rubber.  But this will do."

   Candy figured she'd leave it at that.  It didn't seem as big a deal with
Victoria, and she didn't have somebody in her life like Uncle Mike.  Candy
decided to just go ahead and let the other girl choose her own path.  Her
own destiny.  If a silly middle-aged pervert was the one for her, then so
be it.

   Mr.  Hardy returned, and asked Victoria again if she was sure.  Yes, she
was sure.  He seemed to realize the gravity of the situation, at least.  He
slowly stripped, and his half-hard cock flopped out.  He carefully mounted
a rubber on it, watched with fascination by both Candy and Victoria.

   Candy moved to the other bed, and he crawled up with Victoria.  She
didn't seem to want to kiss him, but she let him suck and lick her titties,
and then move down to her pussy.  Candy actually got a little bored at this
part, and watched the clock for a while, amazed at how slow time seemed to
be moving.  Jeezus, she thought, get it on.  Finally Mr.  Hardy raised up,
and asked Victoria if she was ready.  She was.

   He gently pushed into the girl, trying to be as careful as he could. 
She cried out once, and Candy wondered if that was her cherry popping. 
Candy got up and moved to the other bed, and crawled up, taking Victoria's
head in her lap.  She held the girl as he slowly pushed further and further
into her body, finally ending up groin to groin with her.  Victoria gasped
and sucked air as he slowly pumped in and out of her.  He sped up slightly,
and she gasped again.  She seems to be enjoying it, now, Candy thought. 
Candy reached down and idly squeezed Victoria's boobs as Mr.  Hardy fucked
her, loving the feel of their softness, contrasted by the hardness of her
nipples.  Victoria has sexy boobs, she thought.

   Victoria came much quicker than Candy thought she would, gasping and
sighing and hiccuping, clenching the sheets with her hands and kicking her
feet on the bed.  Mr.  Hardy finally came, squinching his face up, tendons
standing out in his neck and shoulders.  Candy knew he was having a good
time, he was getting what he wanted most out of life, a teen-aged fuck.  A
nice teen-aged fuck.  What a goofy old fart he was, she thought.  But, she
understood.  Who wouldn't want a nice teen-aged fuck, she thought.  Getting
old must suck.  She understood old farts, she felt like, she understood the
desperation with which they seized and tried to hold onto the young.

   That was pretty much it.  When Victoria recovered from her cum, Candy
helped her up, and got her dressed.  The other girl seemed like she was in
a daze, sort of.  Candy dressed, and helped Mr.  Hardy pack up all his girl
undies.  They carried the stuff to the car, and then returned for Victoria.
Mr.  Hardy drove them to within a block of the Decker residence, and let
them out.  He drove away happy, satiated for the moment.  Candy led
Victoria home, up the stairs, and into bed.  She called Uncle Mike, and
told him she was staying with Victoria tonight.  She looked at the clock.
It was barely nine.  Shit.

   Something woke her.  She looked at the clock.  Two AM.  Victoria mumbled
something again.

   "What is it, darling."

   "Candy...  that was...  fabulous..."

   Candy laughed.  The girl was just now catching up?

   "It looked like fun, dear.  I can't wait until my turn."

   "I came really hard.  It felt so good, to be full of him.  It felt... 
fabulous..."

   "Good, Vic.  Good.  I'm glad your first time was a good one."

   "That was my first, but it sure ain't gonna be my last."

   Candy laughed softly.  "Don't get carried away, girl.  And hellfire,
don't you dare get pregnant.  You need to get your ass on the pill, pronto.
Tomorrow."

   "Yah.  We already talked about that, my mom and I.  I'll ask her again.
Tomorrow."

   They lay there for a while, arms around each other, breathing in each
others faces.  Candy felt a wave of love for the other girl sweep over her.
Maybe she's the one, she thought.  Uncle Mike first, and her second.  Maybe
she's my soul-mate, or whatever.  She knew that what Victoria and she had
was much stronger than simple friendship.  She idly wondered if she was
gay. Bi, for sure.  But gay?  Naw, she liked dicks too much.  She didn't
always like guys that much, but she always liked dicks that much.  Dicks
were cool.  Dicks were fun.

   She sighed, and leaned back down against Victoria, and the two of them
slid into sleep.





   They didn't get up until Sunday afternoon.  They finally wandered
downstairs, got something to eat from the kitchen, and moved out to the hot
tub.  It was breezy and cool outside, and the hot tub felt nice, she
thought.  They stripped before ever getting in, not caring who might see
them.

   It wasn't long before Candy's parents came out, and got in the tub. 
Just as natural as could be, both Mr.  and Mrs.  Decker stripped down, and
got in the tub.  Candy ogled his penis, and Victoria giggled at her.  Even
her mom seemed amused.

   "Tom, Tom.  I think you have another fan in your fan club."

   "Don't talk bad about Candy." He said.  "She is a sweet child, and much
better than the trash I usually associate with."

   "Trash like us." His wife giggled to her daughter, who giggled back.

   "Mrs.  Decker." Candy said.  Why not ask, she thought.

   "Yes, Dear."

   "I want to ask you first, and then I'll ask him." Okay, the woman seemed
to say, looking at her expectantly.

   "May I touch your husband's penis?  It is so large and magnificent, and
I just want to know what it feels like."

   Mrs.  Decker snorted, and kind of laughed.  "Candy, dear girl, I don't
care.  He might, but I don't."

   She turned to Tom.  It was a charade, now, of course.  Hell, she'd given
him a blow job, much more than simply touching it.  This felt kind of
naughty, though, letting his wife know what she wanted to do to him.

   "May I, Mr.  Decker?" She asked, fluttering her eyebrows at him.

   He just laughed.  "Sure, my little darling.  Sure."

   She reached out and grabbed him.  He was getting hard already.  Victoria
and her mother giggled and watched.  Candy rubbed and stroked him, her
hands invisible beneath the bubbles.  But, it was obvious what she was
doing.  This time she let the tip of it stick out of the water, and she
made sure they saw her hands rubbing over it.

   "Mom." Victoria spoke up.  "Would it be too weird if I touched dad's
peter?  I'm curious, too."

   Her mother snorted again.  "Go for it, girl.  Just remember, he's your
father, not some boy at the lake.  Or that goddam cave."

   The girls giggled at that, having both been to the lake, and the cave.
Candy wondered if the cave had been there when Mrs.  Decker was a kid. 
Well, of course it was there, she wondered if the kids had gone there back
then, in their silly old cars.

   Victoria came over to the other side of the tub, and squinched inbetween
her dad and the side of the tub.  Candy felt the other girls hand over
hers, and she gave up the top half of Tom's cock to his daughter.  Tom just
sat there, talking away to his wife, as if two hot young sweet things
weren't playing with his cock.  And one of them was his daughter.  Candy
was amazed at his nonchalance.  At his wife's.  She must really be
open-minded, to allow stuff like this.  Amazing.

   She leaned forward, and caught Victoria's eye.  The other girl giggled.
Candy opened her mouth slightly, and formed her lips into an "o".  Victoria
giggled, immediately getting the message.

   "Mom." Victoria said.  "Candy wants to know if she can give dad a blow
job.  Can she?"

   "Goodness." Said Mrs.  Decker.

   "No, that's not what I meant!" Said Candy, shocked and a little turned
on.  More turned on that she was, at least.

   "What did you mean?" Said Victoria, puzzled.

   "Well, I guess I did kind of mean that." Said Candy, finally.  She
actually had no idea why she'd done it, or what she meant.  She was just
trying to be funny.

   "Dear, what is between you and Tom is your business." Said Mrs.  Decker.
"As long as I can still crawl into bed with him each night, I don't care
what happens during the day.  And it's not like you're screwing or
anything."

   "See?" Said Victoria.  Candy assumed she was talking about their open
marriage.  She nodded her head, and idly motioned Mr.  Decker to stand.  He
just laughed, and stood up.  His long hard cock stuck straight out, high
and proud.  It looked fabulous to Candy.  This, she thought, this is what a
dick should look like.  This sets the standard pretty high.  Every man
should be so lucky.  And every girl.

   "Candy, dear." Said Mrs.  Decker.  "Have you done this before?"

   "No ma'am." Candy lied.  "But I've always wanted to."

   "Well, dear." Mrs.  Decker apparently was also an expert on blow jobs.
"It's easy.  Just grasp him with your fist, and place his organ in your
mouth.  Close your lips firmly around it, and suck, moving him in and out,
like a piston in an engine.  Continue to suck the whole time..." Her voice
droned on, and Candy shut it out.  She took Mr.  Decker's dick in her
mouth, sucking hard, feeling his prostate twitch.  This was cool.  Sucking
him off while his wife watched.  What a hip family this was, she thought.
How fucking cool they were.

   Mrs.  Decker was still talking fifteen minutes later, when Mr.  Decker
finally came in Candy's mouth.  He filled her mouth, again, like he had
last time.  She gasped and swallowed and hiccuped, causing him to reach
down and pat her on the back.

   "Oh, isn't that just precious!" Mrs.  Decker said.  "Darling, you'll get
used to it.  It's always hard, the first time.  You are a big girl, now."

   Hell yes it's hard, thought Candy.  But it'll go down now, for a while.

   "Mom." Said Victoria.  "Can I do that to dad, too?"





   Candy stayed with Victoria that night.  They talked far into the night,
giggling.  Candy just could not believe that Mrs.  Decker had allowed her
daughter to suck off her dad.  Allowed it, hell.  She practically
encouraged it.  Talk about liberal.  Jeezus.  Candy was almost jealous. 
Victoria's second blow job, and it had been her dad.  And her dad had the
nicest dick Candy had ever seen.  Shit.

   Candy got up early, and went home, and changed into her school clothes.
She barely made it to school on time, but she made it.  The day ground on.
That evening, she went to work.  All went fine.  Mr.  Hardy left her alone.
She figured he was broke, all the money he'd spent last week, on sex and
girls.  Hee hee, she thought.  He had better learn to budget.  If both
Joycelyn and Victoria get jobs at the Taco Factory, he'll be in real
trouble.

   The craziest thing, happened, though.  After Candy had come off break,
she was walking past Mr.  Hardy's office, and she could swear she heard his
familiar moan.  Moan or groan, whichever it was.  The door was shut, of
course, and she didn't have the nerve to try it and see if it was locked.
She returned to the counter, trying to keep an eye on the back of the shop
to see who, if anyone, was in there with him.

   Finally.  Aha, she thought.  To her surprise and amazement, Louise
Skinner came to the front, followed shortly by Mr.  Hardy himself.  Candy
was bemused.  So, that was why...  that was why Louise had been so
interested in her comings and goings...  Louise had her own thing going
with Mr.  Hardy, too.  Candy wasn't upset, or even jealous.  The more the
merrier, she thought.  Let them have their fun.  Even if I get shut out,
let them have their fun.  She had enjoyed giving Mr.  Hardy those blow
jobs, but she remembered hearing a story about a girl who'd given so many
blow jobs she'd gotten fat from eating sperm.  She didn't want that to
happen to her, if it could actually happen.  Crazy.

   She gave Louise a knowing glance every chance she could that evening,
but the other girl either didn't get it, or she was just that good. 
Whatever, Candy thought.  Whatever.  Have your fun.  Been there, done that.
She decided she'd give Mr.  Hardy one chance a week for a blow job, just so
she didn't run it out with him.  She wondered what, if anything, he was
paying Louise.  Louise almost looked like she'd do it for free, Candy
decided.  Good, if she was.

   The next day at work, while Candy was taking her break in the back,
Louise came and sat beside her.

   "You okay?" Candy asked, conversationally.

   "Yeah.  Fine." The other girl said.

   "Mr.  Hardy treatin' you right?" Candy asked, innocently.

   "Yes." Louise regarded her somewhat suspiciously, Candy thought.

   "Good.  Good." Candy said, nodding her head.  That was it.  She wasn't
going to make a big deal out of it, she told herself.  They got up and went
back to the counter.  That was it for the night.





   The weeks dragged by.  Candy was impatient for Uncle Mike to decide
something, but he seemed content to go on like nothing had happened.  She
almost started to wonder if she'd dreamed the whole titty-sucking thing
with him.  And Mr.  Hardy.  He'd actually said no to her, the fourth time.
The third time he'd done it, paid her another hundred bucks to blow him. 
But the fourth time, the week after that, he'd actually told her that he
didn't have enough cash.  She dropped the price to fifty, and suddenly, a
miracle occurred, and he had the money.  She realized, kind of disgustedly,
that she missed sucking him off.  She missed that feeling of power over
him. She wondered how often Louise was doing it.  I gotta get inside that
girl, she thought.

   She began trying to befriend Louise, but the girl was kind of prickly.
Kind of stand-offish.  Candy chatted with her when things were slow,
though, and finally felt like she was worming her way into Louise's
confidences.

   One day Candy found herself in Mr.  Hardy's office, with Louise.  Louise
shut the door, like Candy always had, but she didn't lock it.  They chatted
and laughed and talked business, and Mr.  Hardy was his most charming. 
Finally, in a lull in the conversation, he said, "Well.  Louise and Candy.
My two favorites.  I really must get you two together sometimes.  I think
you would...  become fast friends, if you spent a little time together."

   Candy thought she knew exactly what he meant.  Together in a
pussy-licking sort of way, she thought.

   "Well, that's up to you, Mr.  Hardy.  You know the rules." She said. 
Louise just looked puzzled.

   Mr.  Hardy almost seemed embarrassed.  "Yes...  er...  Candy, dear... 
Louise is not...  quite yet used to me like you are..."

   Ah.  She understood a little better.  He was basically still grooming
the girl, getting her ready.  Candy realized this was probably an on-going
process for Mr.  Hardy.  Having one in the wings, just in case.  One always
getting ready.

   "Louise has been a good friend." Candy said, wishing to butter the other
girl up a little.  "I wish I knew her better, true."

   Louise just smiled at that.

   Mr.  Hardy said, "Well, I'm having a little party at my place Saturday
night, if you girls are out and about you should stop by.  Candy, do you
know where I live, over on the plaza?"

   Candy nodded.  She had actually been there before, helping him load some
extra supplies for the store.  Before the sex stuff had started.

   "I don't know, Mr.  Hardy...  I usually baby-sit on Saturday night."
Louise finally said.

   "Well, like I said, if you find you have nothing to do, please stop by.
We're going to play games and all kinds of stuff." He seemed to just assume
Candy would fall for this.  She disgustedly realized she probably would. 
She figured there would be, what, maybe two other people there?  Maybe
none, just her.  Whatever.





   The girls went back out into the shop.  Candy had a chance to talk to
Louise later, and she tried to explain what was probably going to go on at
Mr.  Hardy's party.

   "Oh, I'm thinking about going." Louise said, when Candy asked her about
it.  Candy was surprised, the girl hadn't sounded that sure of it earlier.

   "Louise..." Candy wasn't sure how to start.  "I have been to Mr. 
Hardy's parties before.  They are...  they are not simple card game type
parties...  they are a little more adult than that..."

   "Adult...  what do you mean, Candy?" Louise said.

   "I mean...  adult like..." She stopped and looked around to make sure no
one else was within hearing distance.  "Adult, like...  sex goes on...  sex
and...  semi-sex...  sexy stuff..."

   "Oh that, yes." Louise seemed to understand and accept it completely. 
"I've been to that kind of party before.  It's no big deal."

   Well, shit, Candy thought.  I tried.  I tried to warn you.  Louise was a
big girl, she could fend for herself.

   "I'll probably go, for sure, now." Louise said, tieing her apron a
little more firmly.  She walked away, leaving Candy to muse.  And make more
tacos.





   Later that evening, Candy caught Mr.  Hardy in his office.  He looked up
and smiled when she entered, and closed the door.

   "Well, well," He started.  "It's my favorite..."

   She made the cut-off motion and he shut up.

   "Are you really gonna have a party?" She hissed.

   "Yes, I'm...  thinking about it..."

   "Well, Louise thinks you are.  And she's coming.  And she anticipates
sex stuff going on there."

   "Oh my." Said Mr.  Hardy.  He got a far-away look in his eye.

   "Just thought I'd let you know..." She said.  He was quiet, she figured
he was making plans.

   "Mr.  Hardy." He returned, and looked at her.

   "Are you fucking or being sucked by Louise?  Just curious.  I don't
care, either way."

   "Not...  not yet..." He said, almost embarrassed.  "I have hopes... 
something will work out.  But don't worry.  You are still my favorite."

   "I know that, Mr.  Hardy.  But I'm not gonna be around forever.  You are
smart to have somebody on standby."

   They both kind of giggled, at that.

   "Candy." Mr.  Hardy looked at her.  "If I do have a party, will you come
to it?  Please?"

   "Sure, Mr.  Hardy.  Sure."





   School had taken on a sucky aspect, now that the team stuff in biology
was over.  She hardly ever got to talk to Dalton, but she felt pretty
distant from him, anyway.  He had never called, or even texted her.  Maybe
he has another girlfriend, she thought.  Well, there will be another.  As
long as this thing with Uncle Mike is up in the air, though, she thought, I
don't really care.

   The Uncle Mike thing.  It was still up in the air.  She figured by now
they were in the waiting phase.  He'd basically told her to get on with her
life, and then, later...  later, if she still wanted him, he'd think about
it.  She knew he was thinking about it now.  He seemed to be thinking about
it every time she saw him, now.  Or something.  She couldn't imagine what
else it would be.  She knew how important she was to him.  She had felt the
electricity, the almost physical hunger, the lust from him that night she'd
got him to play with her tits.  She knew that when the time came, if he
decided yes, he would attack her whole body with that ravenous
determination, that strength.  He would tear her little pussy apart, she
thought.  She wanted that, she hungered for that, as hard as she figured he
hungered for it.  She just didn't have the restrictions that he'd placed
upon himself.  The restrictions she had to somehow remove.





   Two weeks had passed, since he sucked on her titties.  She figured that
was enough time.  They were sitting on the couch, watching TV.  It was
Friday night.  She'd passed up going over to Victoria's for this reason, to
be alone with him.  She hadn't planned anything, she just felt like she
needed some time with him.  She needed to keep herself close to him, in his
mind.  But now, she realized, now it was time.  She looked at the clock. 
Eleven o'clock.  Eleven o'clock was the time.  Her mom was gone to her
grandmother's, again.  They were alone in the house.  It was just too good
to pass up.

   "Uncle Mike." She said, and he hit the mute button.  The TV had been
deadly boring all evening any way.

   "Yes, darling."

   "It's been two weeks.  It's time...  for another, uhm.  Another
treatment."

   He looked puzzled.  She looked down at her boobs, back up to him, and
winked.  His face froze.

   "Candy.  Please don't do this to me again." He said, shaking his head.

   "What.  You didn't like it?" She pouted.  He actually smiled.

   "Candy.  Dearest.  I liked it more than anything that has happened so
far, in my whole life.  It has been all I've thought of for the last two
weeks, whether asleep or awake.  But, like I told you...  once I start, I
don't know if I can stop.  Don't test me like this.  Have a heart."

   "You did good last time.  You were very well behaved." She was actually
puzzled.

   "Candy.  Things like that are hard on a guy.  It's hard to start, and
then stop.  It's...  unnatural."

   "But don't you want to?"

   "More than anything in the world."

   "Then, let's do it.  Just that, just for an hour.  Like last time."

   "Candy, Candy.  My darling." He sighed, heavily.  But he didn't say no,
at least.

   She sat up, and stripped her shirt off, just like last time.  She'd
planned ahead, this time, and not worn a bra.  Just like that, she was
topless.

   "Ta da!" She said.  Sticking her right breast in his face.  He just sat
there and stared at it.

   "God forgive me." He finally said, and his mouth engulfed her nipple. 
She was happy.





   When she finally looked at the clock on the DVR, it was almost one
thirty.  Jeezus.  They'd been doing this for two and a half hours.  Her
nipples ached, from the sucking he'd done.  He'd licked them so much she
was surprised they weren't bleeding.  But they felt so good.  The whole
evening had felt...  so good.  When he wasn't sucking or licking or
squeezing her tits, he was kissing her.  She thought he was hard and rough,
but he was a good kisser.  Almost like a girl, she mused.  Sensitive. 
Thoughtful.  Every aspect, every way that he approached her, from pulling
her chair out for her, to the way he sucked her nipples, showed his love
for her.  He was a killer, a hired killer, basically, but he was the most
wonderful and sensitive lover in the world.  He was just a good guy, all
around.  She wondered if she'd ever meet someone her own age as good.  She
doubted it.  She sighed and relaxed.

   "Candy." He finally spoke, his voice husky and low.

   "What."

   "You were supposed to stop me after an hour, darling..."

   She giggled.  "Well, you were having so much fun...  I didn't want to
spoil it..."

   "Candy.  Once again, I do not know how I can continue to do this. 
Please be cautious about asking me again.  I'm already having... 
disturbing dreams about you.  Don't make me lose control."

   "Dreams?  Like what.  Like you are killing me?  What is the disturbing
part?"

   "No, goofball.  Not killing.  Just...  doing stuff...  to you..."

   "Like sex stuff?" She giggled.

   "Yes, sex stuff."

   "See?" She said.  "Even your subconscious knows we are destined to be
together.  Even your subconscious wants it to happen.  Those are wish
fulfillment dreams.  Those are things you want to happen."

   "Yes, and you're a shrink, too.  Candy.  I've had my head shrunk by some
of the finest shrinks the army could buy.  I wouldn't dare, at the moment,
let them inside my head.  Not now.  Not after this.  I'd be booted out in a
second.  Or thrown in the brig."

   She giggled.  "How the hell would they know?  Not unless you told them,
right?"

   "Candy.  They got ways...  they got ways of getting inside a person's
head and discovering things about a person that you'd never dream of. 
Stuff you don't even know about yourself.  Trust me.  They got ways."

   "Well, just avoid them, then.  And do something about those wishes.  Get
them fulfilled."

   He sighed, and leaned against her.  She could feel his breath on her
saliva-slickened nipple.

   "Candy.  Just remember...  no matter what happens...  I love you.  I
love you, and only you.  You are my only.  You are my life."

   She felt two tears gather in the corner of her eyes, and then trickle
down her cheek.  She loved him more, in that instant, than she thought she
ever could.  He has to be mine, she thought.  He just has to.  If there is
a god, if there is cosmic justice...  I can accept the presence of evil and
infamy in the world.  I can accept injustice and sorrow and starving
children...  I can't understand it, but I can accept it.  I can take
whatever life throws at me, if I can just have this.  Him.  Even if it's
just once.  It will be all that matters, that once.  It will be enough. 
Even if I have to go be a nun, and give up all this fun.  Just give me
this, this once.  This first time.  Give me my first time.





   The week had passed.  It was Friday night.  The night of the big party.
Candy was a little nervous.  She had no idea what to expect.  Mr.  Hardy
had been skimpy on details.  He had promised that there would be another
guy there, a friend of his.  He had hinted that there may be opportunities
for money to be made, for an "entrepreneur" in the "right frame of mind",
whatever that meant.  Candy had, against her better judgment, agreed to at
least ask Joycelyn and Victoria if they would come with her.  Joycelyn had
agreed, but Victoria had a cousin's birthday party to attend.  Maybe that's
for the better, Candy told her, laughing.  She agreed to give Victoria
details of the party.

   Friday evening, Joycelyn walked to Candy's house, and the two of them
walked to McDerp's.  The Taco Factory was in the hands of Albert, Mr. 
Hardy's weekend manager.  Mr.  Hardy came, at Candy's call, and ferried
them to his house.  They walked in, and Candy was pleasantly surprised. 
Most of the crew from the Taco Factory was there, eating pizza and playing
video games and a poker tournament was even going, in the corner.  Candy
and Joycelyn were both a bit nonplussed, having expected either an orgy, or
a room full of old farts ogling a few young girls.

   They spent the evening playing cards and just goofing around with the
other girls.  There were three boys there, even, Steve, from the Taco
Factory, and two other kids from who knows where.  Everyone was well
behaved, and it was fun.  Around midnight Mr.  Hardy finally wound it down,
and most of the kids departed.  Candy and Joycelyn helped him clean up, and
Louise and another girl named Dawn also stayed.  Mr.  Hardy's neighbor,
Louis, had showed up late in the evening, and he helped, too.

   Candy instinctively liked Louis, he was about her Uncle Mike's age, and
she assumed if he was in he force.  He was hard and muscly, and he just
seemed to have that way of moving that screamed military man.  She talked
to him some, and was gratified at his reaction when she mentioned her
uncle, Mike Lawson.

   "Mike?  Mad Man Lawson in your uncle?  Oh, man." Louis was impressed.

   Candy giggled.  Every one had that reaction.  She realized that she saw
a side of him that no one else knew even existed.  She felt closer to him,
because of that.

   "Man.  I heard about Lawson, in Kabut.  He took out a whole shitload of
raggers, with just his sidearm.  He saved a bunch of folks that night. 
He's a genuine Merkin hero, that guy.  Damn."

   Candy giggled some more.  She kind of liked living on the sides of Uncle
Mike's reputation.  She knew that it didn't actually have anything to do
with her, though.  Half the shit they say, she thought, half the shit they
say, I don't have any idea what it means anyway.  Oh well.

   The six of them huddled around the table.  They talked, and Mr.  Hardy
filled his and Louis's glass from a bottle.  Candy held out her glass, but
Mr.  Hardy shook his head.

   "No, I'm not gonna corrupt a minor." He said, and she had a fit of the
giggles, thinking of the things she'd done with and for him.  She didn't
really want a drink anyway, she was just fucking with him.  She knew that
she couldn't dare go home with whiskey on her breath.  Uncle Mike would
smell it from a mile away.  Love her or not, he'd bust her ass good for
that.  She just knew better.

   "Ladies." Mr.  Hardy finally spoke, into a pause in the conversation. 
"You may or may not want to participate in the next segment.  We are going
to have a little strip-tease lap-dance thing, if you are so inclined.  This
house is now known as the pussycat club.  Table dances are five dollars. 
Customers are not allowed to touch the ladies, unless the ladies want to be
touched."

   Candy just laughed.  This was more like what she'd expected.  Joycelyn
looked nervous.  Louise looked nervous.  Dawn looked damn near panic
stricken.  That girl needs to get the hell out of here while she can, Candy
thought.  Who invited her?"

   Mr.  Hardy went to the stereo, and turned it on, tuning the radio to a
rock and roll station.  He approached Candy, and took her hand, like he was
asking her to dance.  He was.

   "Candy, dear, would you give me a lap dance?" She was still laughing.

   "Mr.  Hardy.  What do you wear to a lap dance?"

   "Candy.  Bra and panties would be a good start."

   Feeling like she was starting the show alone, Candy stripped her jeans
and shirt off.  She'd worn a nice bra, at least, and her usual thong.  Her
usual butt-floss thong.  She knew Mr.  Hardy would love that, at least.

   "Do I wait for the next song?"

   "Well, technically, the girls usually do.  You can start whenever you
want, though."

   She could see a fat wad of bills in Mr.  Hardy's pocket.  She figured
they were all fives, since he'd said a lap dance was five dollars.  This
might be interesting.

   The next song started.  She wasn't sure how to do a proper lap dance,
but she got inbetween Mr.  Hardy's legs, and began to dance, rubbing up
against him.  He sighed and beamed, and she rubbed her bottom on his
crotch, giggling.  The other girls just watched, and most of them giggled,
too.  Dawn seemed to be loosening up, at least.

   The next time Candy looked at the girls, Dawn had taken her shirt off,
and was drawing her pants down her legs.  Damn, thought Candy, that's one
hell of a turn-around.  She watched out of the corner of her eye as Dawn
approached Louis, spoke to him, and began dancing for him.  She looked back
at Joycelyn and Louise, in time to see Joycelyn pull her shirt over her
head.  Damn.  This was turning into a strip-tease party.

   The next two hours passed in a blur.  Candy had told her mom she was
staying with Joycelyn tonight, and Joycelyn had told her parents she was
staying with Candy.  Candy had figured they could sneak into her house
late, and say they'd changed their minds or something like that.  Hopefully
no one would notice.  Anyway.  Back to the party.

   Candy had offered to dance for Louis once, and he waved her away.  She
knew why.  She was Mad Man Mike Lawson's niece.  He didn't want to take a
chance on having to face her uncle over something like this.  She
understood.  She stayed away from him after that, though she occasionally
felt his eyes on her body.  She figured she'd already made a hundred
dollars off of Mr.  Hardy anyway.  She could still tell she was his
favorite.

   She was proud of Joycelyn.  The girl did good, for still being kind of
new to this sort of thing.  And Joycelyn was a way better dancer, Candy
thought, better than all of us put together.  Although it didn't matter to
the guys, they just wanted to be rubbed on, and to put their faces in the
girls tits and such.  Candy was letting Mr.  Hardy rub and feel all over
her by now, and a few times he gave her a ten instead of a five.  Shake
that moneymaker, she thought.

   Dawn had finally stripped off her bra, and was letting Louis suck on her
bare nipples.  His hands were down the back of her panties.  Way down. 
Dawn was really getting into this, Candy thought.  She should consider a
career change.  She was wasted at the Taco Factory.

   What the hell, Candy thought, and peeled her bra off, too.  Mr.  Hardy's
eyes lit up, and he asked her for the next dance.  She wondered just how
much money he had.

   Louise seemed to be having a good time.  She had started out slow,
looking kind of uncomfortable, and dancing kind of awkwardly.  But she had
loosened up, and now seemed to be holding her own.  The girl was pretty,
Candy decided, long and lean, she was at least two inches taller than
herself.  Long, long dark hair, big brown eyes...  she was pretty.  Louis
seemed to like her the best.  Louis and Louise.  A match made in heaven,
Candy thought.  If he just wasn't twenty years older than her.  Oh well.

   She danced for Mr.  Hardy again.  And again.  He squeezed and rubbed her
breasts, and pressed his face into them.  She could feel his hands, sunk
deeply into her ass cheeks.  She sighed, feeling like a working girl.  Her
feet even hurt.  She could imagine doing this for six hours a night. 
Jeezus.  And the people she'd have to put up with.  But the money would be
good.  She knew she could make a lot of money, as a dancer.  Well, after
she turned eighteen.

   She took a break, as Dawn crawled on top of Mr.  Hardy.  She looked
around for Louis and Louise.  There they were, on the couch.  They were
going at it pretty hot and heavy, she thought.  They were locked in a kiss,
as his hands explored her ass.  She lay on him, her ass cheeks spread
apart, his fingers rubbing deep in her asshole, and down to her pussy,
even. Damn, thought Candy, I missed the part where her panties came off. 
Are we at that part yet?  She looked at Joycelyn who still had hers on, and
Dawn, who was now stark naked.  Interesting.

   Candy sat in Louis's chair.  She pulled a five out of her wad of cash,
and waved it at Joycelyn.  "Dance for me, darlin'" she said, and Joycelyn
giggled and approached her.

   She wrapped her arms around Joycelyn's warm body, and hugged her.  She
sucked one of her nipples in her mouth.  "You don't have to dance." She
said, around the nipple.  "Just stand there for a while." Joycelyn did just
that, and Candy kissed and sucked her nipples.  She tweaked her butt, and
finally squeezed and kneaded it, reaching in to rub Joycelyn's cute little
asshole.  Joycelyn giggled and wiggled, and Candy sniffed her finger. 
Beautiful.  Just like what an asshole should smell like.  She remembered
well the distinctive taste of Joycelyn's asshole.  She planned on tasting
it again, someday.  Maybe this would be that day.

   The next time she looked at the couch, she was shocked to see Louis and
Louise merrily fucking away.  She was up on her hands and knees, with her
butt sticking out, and he was standing behind her, his pants at his ankles,
plunging his cock in and out of her body.  It was kind of cool to see it,
Candy thought, just like that.  Just happening, right there in front of
you.

   She turned just in time to see Mr.  Hardy slide his dick into Dawn's
body, as she crouched over him.  Goddam, Candy thought, everybody's getting
it except me.  Me and Joycelyn.  She wondered if Joycelyn would want to do
it, with one of these two.  Probably not, she seemed a little more picky
than Victoria had been.  Candy met Joycelyn's eye, and grinned.  The two of
them just stood there and watched the fucking going on around them.  What a
party, Candy thought.  What a party.





   Mr.  Hardy took them home, and dropped them off a block from Joycelyn's
house.  They crept in the house, and up the stairs to Joycelyn's room.  No
one awoke.  Good.  They lay in bed in each others arms, giggling.  It had
been a hell of and evening, Candy thought, satisfied.  She'd make a hundred
and eighty five dollars.  Not bad for a night's work.  Better than a week's
work at the Taco Fucktory, she thought.  Way better.  This was the way to
do it.  If your conscience could handle it.  She sighed and hugged Joycelyn
closer.  She felt Joycelyn's breath on her face, and opened her eyes to the
other girl's face looming over hers.  She opened her mouth and they kissed,
slowly, lazily.  She brought her hands down to Joycelyn's ass, and slowly
spread it apart.  They broke the kiss, finally.

   "Joyce.  I never did get that asshole lick I wanted." Candy whispered.

   Joycelyn didn't say a word.  She turned, and faced Candy's feet, putting
her legs on either side of the other girl.  She scooted backwards, until
her ass was right in Candy's face.  Candy sighed, contentedly, and reached
up with her tongue.  Perfect.  The night had been perfect.





   Saturday she went and spent the afternoon with Victoria.  They lounged
in the hot tub, but to Candy's disappointment, her parent's didn't join
them.  Well, her dad, actually, Victoria's mom was long-winded, and
irritating at times.  Candy was just interested in Victoria's dad.

   That night they got to tag along to the lake again with Victoria's
brother Rodney.  When they got there, to Candy's surprise and pleasure,
there was Dalton with a bunch of other guys.  She went right up to him, and
they hugged, and he looped his arm over her shoulder, and they never
stopped touching the rest of the evening.  They walked down to the muddy
end of the lake, by themselves, and stood and talked for an hour, at least.
He finally put his arms around her waist, and hugged her to his body, their
crotches almost glued together.  They even tried to walk like that, him
going backward, both of them giggling.  Candy was enjoying herself
immensely.

   "Why didn't you ever call or text me?" She finally asked, smiling to let
him know she wasn't upset.

   "Well...  it didn't work out that one time...  and I figured you were
mad at me, after that..." Kind of lame excuse, she thought.  But, oh well.

   "Dalton...  I understand things don't always work out...  I'd never be
mad at you, though.  Unless you do something really dumb." They both
giggled.

   They walked back slowly to the populated end of the lake.

   "Who are you here with?" Candy asked.

   "I got my mom's car.  She let me drive it tonight."

   "Really.  You got your license already?"

   "Well...  no...  but in a few months I will..."

   "Really.  You are fifteen already?"

   "Yeah.  I was held back a year, when I transferred from Dumbarton."

   "I see.  Cool."

   They finally sat on the hood of his mom's car, in the twilight, and
watched the parade of wanna-be's and has-been's go on in front of them.  It
was cool, and the wind was blowing slightly.  Candy shivered, and Dalton
immediately took of his jacket and wrapped it around her, and then wrapped
his arms around her.  Oh, don't let this end, she thought.  This is more
like it.  This is how it should go.

   "Candy." His voice was soft, seductive.  His breath tickled her ear.

   "What."

   "Candy, you are a darling.  I love you dearly.  Will you be my
girlfriend?"

   Hell yeah.  "I guess so, Dalton..."

   She turned her face, and he kissed her.  Our first kiss, she thought. 
It was a long one, and had an appropriate amount of tongue in it.  She
backed up, took a convulsive gasp of breath, and pressed her mouth against
his again.  She could feel him laughing softly.  They kissed a few more
times.

   "Ahem." Victoria was standing in front of them.  "Candy, Rodney says we
need to leave.  He's gotta go home and change, the guys are gonna paintball
at the cave."

   "Stay with me." Whispered Dalton in her ear.  "She can come, too, if you
want."

   "Vic, come with Dalton and me.  Let Rodney go on and play his silly
games."

   "You guys ate dinner yet?" Said Dalton, and the girls shook their heads.
"Let me find Herb, and we'll go get something.  I got money."

   Dalton released Candy long enough to find his friend, and the four of
them set out for the Bird Shack in Dalton's mom's beater.  Victoria and
Herb seemed a little uncomfortable in the back seat, but Candy hoped that
they'd at least warm up to each other.  She sat in the middle of the bench
seat, pressed against Dalton as he carefully drove them into town.

   "Sing out if you see a cop." Said Dalton.  "We are on the wrong side of
the law."

   "What do you mean?" Said Victoria.

   "Dalton doesn't have his license yet." Candy explained, and the girls
giggled.  Candy sang, "Breakin' the law, breakin' the law", played air
guitar, and Dalton and Herb laughed.

   The Bird Shack went okay, everybody loves greasy fried chicken.  They
cruised the strip once, but Dalton was afraid to spend too much time doing
that, since kids got stopped so often by the cops.  It was totally dark by
now, getting close to nine o'clock.

   "I know, I got an idea." Said Victoria from the back seat.  "My mom and
dad are in Waynseborough.  Let's go to my house and sit in the hot tub."

   Hot shit, thought Candy, ideas already percolating in her head.  This
will be fun.  This will be nasty fun.  She was almost sad she'd promised
her uncle she'd wait on him, now.  But she wasn't going to go back on that.
She'd have as much fun tonight as she could, without fucking.  She was
saving that for Uncle Mike.





   They drove to Victoria's house, and parked two houses over, for some
reason.  "Always be prepared for a quick getaway." Said Dalton, when Candy
asked him why.  She laughed and shook her head.

   Victoria unlocked the door, and they went into the house.  The boys were
impressed.  Victoria did have a nice house.  Candy was slowly realizing
that Dalton came from a much lower economic background than probably even
herself.  It made her feel closer to him, though.  We will make a good
couple, she thought.  We have room to grow.  We are a good match.

   Victoria gathered up a few giant towels, and they headed out the back
door.  Victoria went back inside and turned off the porch light.

   Herb seemed nervous.  "I don't have anything to wear." He finally said,
to no one in particular.  Victoria and Candy laughed.

   "At the Decker house," Victoria said, "We don't wear anything in the hot
tub.  Can't have those fibers clogging up the filters."

   Both the boys seemed awed by that statement.  Dalton just stood and
stared at Candy, barely visible in the darkness.  So what, Candy thought,
it's not like you can see anything anyway.  She yanked her shirt over her
head, and kicked her jeans down.  She had her bra off and was sliding down
her panties down by the time Dalton finally seemed to wake up, and start to
strip.  The girls were in the tub, giggling, long before the guys were
naked, and they got a nice little show as the guys finally stepped into the
tub.  Candy's eyes were used to the dark by now, thank goodness.  Herb
shyly kept his hands over his groin, but Dalton just came right up and
hopped in like he's done it a thousand times before.  To her satisfaction,
Candy got a nice long glimpse of his manhood, and she wasn't disappointed.
He was no monster of man-meat like Victoria's dad, but he seemed to have a
nice package, though it was only semi-hard.  Well, I'll find out the whole
story later, she thought.

   They all settled into the hot water, Victoria and Herb on one side, and
Candy and Dalton on the other.  This is too cool, thought Candy, feeling
Dalton's leg against her, and his hip touching her hip.  His arm was around
her.  She noticed that Herb had put his arm around Victoria, and the two of
them where whispering and giggling.

   They sat and talked for thirty minutes, and Victoria turned down the
heat down a little so they didn't roast.  She finally remembered the
bubbles, and turned them on, too.  Candy kept starting to grab Dalton's
dick, and then remembering that she didn't want to appear too eager.  He
was one she didn't want to scare off.  She didn't want him to think she was
a tramp.  I am kinda trampy, she thought, after the things I've done
lately, but I'm turning over a new leaf, for him.  Except for the thing
with my uncle.  And maybe a few bucks here and there from Mr.  Hardy.  I'm
still gonna need a car, no matter what.

   Dalton finally turned to her, and they kissed.  She heard Victoria
moaning from the other side of the tub, and knew that they were kissing
too. Candy turned, and lay back in Dalton's arms, and let him kiss her. 
Another thirty minutes passed in silence, except for satisfied moans now
and then.  Candy could feel Dalton's chest against her breasts, and she
thought she could feel his hard penis pressing into her side.  Maybe, maybe
not.  She finally pulled back, and spoke to him.

   "Dalton." She whispered into his ear.  "I know this is just our first...
date...  and I don't want you to think I'm that kind of girl.  I don't want
you to think badly of me...  but, if you want, you can play with my
boobies."

   He snorted, laughing silently.  He put his mouth to her ear, and said.
"Candy.  I will never think badly of you.  And yes, I want to play with
your boobies."

   She giggled, and crawled up onto his waist, facing him.  She definitely
did feel his hard cock, then, pressing into her perineum for a moment
before it slid off, up past her asshole, and then nestled in the crack of
her ass.  She deliberately clenched her asshole shut and open, hoping he
could feel it.  She knew he could feel it.  His cock was right up in her
asscrack.  She giggled.  She put her arms around his head and drew it
towards her breasts.  His hands were already up, under hers, squeezing her
breasts.  She pulled his face into them, and felt his tongue.  He knows
what to do, she thought.  He knows what to do.

   He kissed and licked, slowly humping her, rubbing his cock up and down
her crack.  How easy it would be, she mused, just to sit up a little
further, and slide that thing right into my pussy.  How easy.  She wished
she could, but she'd made a promise.  She wondered if Dalton realized how
close they were, to fucking.  She wouldn't even have to change positions.
If his dick had slid forwards, instead of backwards, it would have slid
right into her pussy, almost accidentally.  This was a sign, she decided.
I'm doing the right thing.  This deal with Uncle Mike, it's the right
thing.

   "Dalton." She put her head down to his ear.  She felt like she owed him
this much, at least.  "Dearest.  I gotta tell you something, something I
want you to understand."

   "What, darling?" He said, whispering.

   "Dalton.  I love you.  I want you.  It's gonna happen, between us.  I
want to have sex with you, and we're gonna.  But it's not gonna happen
tonight."

   "Candy, I understand..."

   She interrupted.  "Dalton.  Let me explain.  I have made a promise, to
someone very special in my life...  I have promised them that if they so
desire, they can be my first.  I'm sorry I can't offer that to you, but
it's already been done.  I'm just waiting on him to decide.  But, Dalton...
if he says no, you can be my first.  I insist, in fact.  Does all that make
sense?  Does that hurt your feelings or anything?"

   "Candy...  no, I understand...  I respect that...  can you tell me who
it is?"

   She knew what he was thinking.  Guys.  She understood, though.

   "Dalton.  It's not Don.  Don is gone, he's history.  It's my uncle,
Uncle Mike.  He's the person that's stood by me my whole life.  He's the
person that loves me the most.  I feel like I owe it to him.  To be my
first.  It's mainly...  symbolic.  He's just arguing with his conscience
about it right now.  But I hope he says yes.  Soon."

   Dalton nodded.  He didn't seem to have a problem with her wanting to
fuck her uncle.  She was pleased he had taken it so well.

   "Candy.  I love you.  You are the coolest.  I understand.  He's a lucky
guy.  I hope it works out for you.  I'll be glad to wait, for whatever you
want to give me.  I love you, darling."

   They kissed, a long slow kiss.  She raised back up, and he buried his
face in her tits.





   Candy didn't figure a lot could surprise or shock her.  Not at this
stage in life, not after the things she'd seen and done.  And, she wasn't
really shocked.  She was surprised, though, to see Victoria stand, and lean
over the edge of the hot tub.  Herb stood, pumping his prick to maximum
hardness, and then leaned over the girl, fitting himself into her tight
cunt.  Victoria gave a satisfied groan, and Herb began to pump her.

   Candy gave a bemused look to Dalton, and shook her head.  Dalton just
smiled.  Victoria was certainly getting her share lately, she thought. 
Getting what she wanted, I guess.  That girl.  God, Candy told herself, I
hope she don't get pregnant...

   She put her head down, and touched lips with Dalton.  And again.  She
finally closed her eyes and tried to ignore the splashing and moaning two
feet away, and lost herself in the kiss.  Dalton finally lowered her down
until she was halfway laying on his knees, and bent down into her face,
still kissing.  Ten minutes later, as Victoria moaned and squealed, they
were still kissing.  Herb slowed, and finally stopped, and he and Victoria
cuddled, giggling.  Candy relaxed, her arms around Dalton's neck.  She
wondered what time it was.  Probably close to midnight.  It didn't matter.





   That night, after the boys left, Candy and Victoria lay in bed, in
Victoria's bedroom.  About two o'clock they heard her parents enter the
house, and tromp upstairs.  Her mom peeked in for a second, and to avoid
complications the girls pretended to be asleep.  After that they lay, and
talked until the wee hours of the morning.

   "Vic.  Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Candy finally asked.

   "What, the thing with your uncle?"

   "Yes."

   "Probably.  But don't wait forever, girl.  You are already missing out
on the fun."

   "I don't know that I'm missing...  I mean it's worth it to me to wait,
you know?  I do wish he'd decide, though."

   "Candy, how can he say no to you?  You are so hot I can't believe he
doesn't know already.  Deep inside, I'm sure he knows he's gonna do you. 
He's just trying to make it look like he's doing the right thing."

   "I kinda think that, too..."

   "Does he ever do or say anything that makes you think he's still
thinking about it?"

   "Yeah...  kinda...  I let him play with my tits about every two weeks or
so...  he really gets into that, at least..."

   "See?  He's already decided.  He just hasn't told you yet."

   "I guess." Candy sighed.  She knew she was the impatient type.  And she
was getting more and more impatient about this.  She was starting to think
of ways to force the issue.  But she didn't really want to do it that way.
She wanted him to decide, fair and square.  She just wanted him to decide
the right thing.  The thing she wanted.





   The weekend passed, and the following week followed.  School went great.
She sat with Dalton in biology, and they secretly held hands.  They shared
lunches, and found a few private places where they could flout the no-PDA
rule and kiss to their hearts content.  School was fun again, for Candy.

   She got to tell Victoria about the party, and what all she'd missed. 
Victoria seemed a little peeved that she'd missed all the fun.  Candy
promised to put the squeeze on Mr.  Hardy to have another party, as soon as
his cash reserves replenished themselves.





   Friday rolled around, and Candy wondered if she should plan on anything,
or if Dalton would come up with something.  He didn't say anything at
school, so she thought, well, okay.  Let's just see what the evening holds.
She was halfway planning on hooking up with Victoria later that evening. 
She went on home after school.  Uncle Mike was sitting on the couch, as
usual, and she waved to him, and ran upstairs and changed into something
comfortable.

   She went back down.  "Candy." He said, standing in he doorway.

   "Yes?" She went to him, and hugged him, breathing in his familiar scent.
He pulled away slightly.

   "You doing anything this evening?  Wanna go eat?"

   "No!  Yes!" She said, happy.

   They got in his truck, and headed off down the interstate.  Candy
actually felt a twinge of nervousness when they turned off at the Granada's
exit, remembering the things she'd done there.  She was surprised when he
parked in front of the building.

   "Uncle Mike..." she said, puzzled.

   "Granada?  Restaurant?  Five-star?  Click?" He said, and she laughed. 
Oh, yes.  That.

   She'd never eaten at the Granada, so that was an experience.  Eighty
bucks just for two people.  Jeezus.  She was full, at least, and it was
good.  Uncle Mike couldn't believe she'd just ordered chicken instead of
steak.  He shook his head at her.

   He led her back across the lobby, to the elevators.  She opened her
mouth, but he was ready, and placed his hand over it.  She shut up.  She
was starting to wonder...

   He took her to a room on the top floor.  A really big room.  Shit, she
thought, this is the bridal suite.  A bridal suite.  Surely the Granada had
more than one.  The room had a living room, and a bedroom.  He drew her to
the couch, and seated her.  He sat next to her.  She realized she was
trembling.

   "Candy."

   "Yes, Uncle Mike." She said meekly.  The whole experience so far had
kind of intimidated her.  I think I'm getting what I wanted, she thought,
so why am I so nervous?

   "Candy.  Listen to me."

   She sat, quivering, listening as hard as she could.

   "I have given what you asked me much thought.  For over a month now.  I
have made up my mind.  I have decided to give you what you want.  And what
I want."

   She couldn't keep from smiling.  He looked at her, still stern.

   "But you have to promise me some things."

   "Anything, Uncle Mike.  Anything."

   "The main thing is, you must never tell anyone what we've done.  Not
now, not ever.  Not twenty years from now.  Not forty.  It just simply must
not get out.  Can you do that?"

   "I...  I think so, yes..."

   "That's not good enough.  It stops right here if that's all you can
manage."

   "Yes, Uncle Mike.  I can do that.  I will not tell a soul, not now, not
ever."

   "This is very serious, to me.  I'm asking you to be serious.  I need you
to do what you say."

   "I will."

   "Especially your mom.  Your mom must never find out.  Not even when I'm
dead and gone.  Most of all you have to promise that."

   "Most of all I do promise that."

   "Good.  Candy.  This is a big step for me.  But a bigger one for you. 
You realize what you're giving up, what you're giving to me?"

   "I think so..."

   "I hope you do, darlin'.  This is not a game.  This is real life.  You
can't go home and cry to momma about this deal, if you change your mind."

   "I understand."

   "Just so we're straight."

   "We're straight.  Thank you, Uncle Mike.  For this, and everything."

   "Don't thank me, I haven't done anything, yet."

   She giggled.  She lay on his chest, feeling him hold her.  She was warm
and comfortable.  She was almost sleepy.  She felt like dancing, though. 
I'm getting it, she thought, I'm getting it.  I'm getting him.

   "I told your mom we were going to Findlay beach.  She won't be home till
Sunday night, anyway."

   "Uncle Mike..." She giggled.  "Why did you rent a room?  And the bridal
suite?  Really?"

   "Candy...  I know it's my house, but your mom lives there too.  I could
not, in good conscience, deflower my niece in the house that her mother
lives in.  It's gonna be hard enough to face her, as it is."

   "Don't be silly.  Nothing will change.  You'll still be you.  She'll
still be her.  And I'll still be loveable sweet little me."

   "I know you will, darling.  I know it's all mental.  It'll be difficult,
but I'll manage.  You must manage, too, though."

   "I will.  Uncle Mike.  Are you still having those dreams?"

   "Yes, Candy."

   "Do you think this'll make them go away?  Do you want them to go away?"

   "I don't know.  Not really." She giggled at that.

   They sat, or he sat and she lay, for another half hour before he finally
pushed her off him and stood.  She looked at the clock.  Jeezus, it wasn't
even eight yet.  This was going to be a long night.  Good.

   "Come on." He said.  "Let's go for a drive."





   They ended up at Higdom field.  Uncle Mike just showed the guys at the
gate his badge, and cruised right in.  Candy had been there before, at open
houses and stuff, but she was still impressed at the quiet authority of the
buildings and all the machinery of war everywhere.

   "This is it." He said.  They parked, and got out.  She cautiously
followed him, not wanting him to get more than an arms length away from
him. They went to a large building, with a guard at the door.

   "Mr.  Lawson, sir!" The guard said, and Uncle Mike saluted.  The man
unlocked the door, and they entered.  Candy knew they were in an aircraft
hanger.  It was full of...  junk, Candy realized.  Crashed vehicles, parts
of building, battered plastic and shattered plexiglass, warped and twisted
steel.  Everything was torn up or blown up, or just plain destroyed.  They
filed down the aisle, and finally stood before the wreckage of a battered,
almost unrecognizable humvee.  They approached it.

   "Candy.  Eight years ago, this is the vehicle I was in when a IED went
off under the engine compartment.  I was the only survivor.  I was lucky, I
was sitting in the very back, behind some guys who took the brunt of the
shrapnel."

   Candy squeamishly examined the destroyed vehicle.  She bent down and
looked inside, and the ruined interior.  "Is that..." She asked, indicating
a spray pattern of what looked like black, dried liquid on the roof,
inside.

   "Yes.  Blood." He said, curtly.

   "Why did they bring it...  here...  back to here?" She asked.

   "Many reasons...  three men died, inside it.  And they wanted to study
it, to get an idea of where to strengthen interior walls...  and, there was
a lawsuit, ridiculously enough...  about whether or not we should have even
been in that neighborhood..."

   "Jeezus." She breathed.

   "That explosion was louder than anything I've ever heard in my life." He
said.  "I still hear ringing in my ears from it.  I still hear a kind of
screaming noise...  I still don't know if it's just tinnitus, from eardrum
damage, or if it's those last screams...  of my buddies..."

   "Jeezus...  Uncle Mike...  You are lucky to be alive..." She was unsure
how anyone could have survived inside the tangle of twisted metal.

   "To steal a line from a movie...  in my business, there's no such thing
as luck."

   She had no idea what that meant, but she nodded her head sagely.  She
also had no idea why he was showing her this.  They finally departed the
building, and walked slowly back to his truck.  He helped her in, and went
to his side.  They drove out the gate, and back onto the highway.

   "Why have you never told me all this stuff, Uncle Mike?  How is it that
that's the first I know about even that?  I mean, I remember you being gone
for a long time, and my mom telling me you were sick..."

   "Candy.  I've always tried to protect you and your mom...  from my
life."

   "Well, you've done a good job.  The last few months have been a real
eye-opener...  about you, you and your job."

   He laughed.  "And you still like me?"

   "What the hell does that have to do with it?  Why wouldn't I still like
you?"

   He just shook his head, and drove on.  The sun was almost gone.  Dust
blew across the interstate, and sandblasted the truck.  Candy could smell
night approaching.

   "Uncle Mike.  Turn here." She said.  He spun the wheel and turned, tires
screeching.  They were off the interstate, and she directed him down a dirt
road.  He finally started laughing.

   "Candy.  Are you taking me to Love Cave?" He was smiling, at least.

   "Yeah.  Let's just have a quick peek, okay?"

   He laughed at her.  She wasn't sure that it was that funny.

   "Uncle Mike.  What do you know about Love Cave?  Did the kids go there,
when you were in school?"

   He nodded, still laughing.  "Yeah.  It was a popular place to...  hang
out.  And make out."

   They pulled up, and parked.  He got a flashlight out of the glove box,
and led her into the cave.

   "Candy." They were at the back, where the bench was.  His voice echoed
creepily.  He indicated a spot on the floor, in front of the bench.  Candy
noted that thankfully, it was a spot free of used rubbers.  She had already
decided she was not going to tell him about making out with Don here.

   "Candy.  Right here, let's see..." He was lost in thought for a moment.
"Right here, on this spot, on a blanket on the ground, exactly twenty years
ago next July, I lost my virginity at the tender hands of a certain Miss
Teela Nelson.  Actually it was another part of her anatomy than her hands
that I lost it to, but you know what I mean.  Candy, this is where I got my
cherry popped, as you kids like to say."

   She laughed with him.  A realization struck her like a bolt from the
blue.

   "Uncle Mike.  We have to do it, here, here and now.  We have no choice.
It's a family tradition."

   She seized his pants and began trying to get his zipper down.  He
laughed again, pulling away from her.

   "Candy, girl, you are crazy.  There is no way I'm even touching you in
this nasty cave.  It wasn't even that fun, back then.  I got done way
before she did, and she stomped off home, mad as a hornet.  It's not
something I really even want to re-live."

   "Uncle Mike.  You have to understand.  It's...  it's symbolic..."

   "Candy, this cave is on public land.  Somebody might come along at any
moment."

   "Uncle Mike!" She was almost desperate to make him understand something
that she didn't really even understand herself.  "At least stick in in
once. Just a little bit.  For the symbolism of it...  to continue...  the
pattern..."

   He stopped laughing, and regarded her, shining the flashlight at her
feet.  She stood, stubbornly, and folded her arms over her chest.

   "Are you really serious?" He finally said.

   "Yes.  Do this for me.  Do this for me, and then whatever you do for me
tonight, and I'll never ask you to do anything again.  I swear by the elder
gods."

   He laughed, a short laugh, almost a snort.

   "Jeezus." He finally said.  He turned to the entrance of he cave, and
turned out his light, waiting to see any light from outside.  He finally
turned to her.

   "Do I really have to pop it?" He said.  She shook her head.

   "It's symbolic.  Just stick in it, at least once.  Lord, Uncle Mike, I
don't even know if I have a cherry...  a hymen, whatever...  I've heard
that gymnastics often pops it, and I was in gymnastics for years..."

   "Jeezus." He said again.  She distinctly heard his zipper, and she
secretly cheered.  He hadn't turned the flashlight on, though.  She could
live with that.

   As she heard his clothes rustling, she stepped out of her shoes, and
pulled her slacks down and off.  She pulled her thong off, and stood before
him, in the darkness, naked from the waist down.  Electrical shocks were
running up and down her back.  She was pretty turned on.  God, she thought,
my pussy is probably a waterfall right now.

   "Candy." She felt his arm bump into her shoulder.  It was damn dark in
the cave.  "Can we do this standing up?  I really have no desire to lay
down on the floor in this dirty cave.  I know germs personally that have
been in here for over thirty years."

   "Uncle Mike.  Are we about where you were?"

   "Yes, Candy." He sighed, again.

   "Okay, I'm gonna kinda squat down and spread it a little, and you squat
down and stick it up and in me, okay?  Just enough so we can say we did it.
To symbolically...  pop it..."

   She could imagine that he was shaking his head in the darkness.  She
felt his other arm take her left shoulder.  Suddenly something poked her in
the belly, right above her pussy.  Jeezus, was that his dick?  And he was
standing how far away from her?  Sweet Jeezus, she breathed, his dick is as
long as Tom's.  As Mr.  Decker's.  At least.  Oh, Jeezus.  She giggled.

   "What?" He said.

   "Nothing.  I'm squatting." She squatted down a few inches, spreading her
legs, bending them at the knee.  She felt him fumble around at her waist,
then something warm and soft touched her almost right in the middle of her
pussy.

   "Good." She said.  "Good.  Very close." She felt his finger touch her,
down there.  He rubbed around and probed, and finally she could tell he'd
found it.  The hole.  The center of her being.  Her own personal, private
cave.  She felt him guide his dick to the center, to the spot.

   "Good, good, you got it." She said.  "Push up.  Push in."

   "I don't want to hurt you, Candy." He said.  He wasn't laughing any
more.

   "You won't...  but...  it don't matter.  This is important." She said.

   She felt pressure, from his dick.  She could tell her pussy was pretty
wet and slippery.  She felt, almost immediately, the cap of his dick enter
her body.  Oh, she thought, oh yeah.  Oh baby.  It felt huge.  She knew it
couldn't be as big as it felt, but it felt huge.  It seemed to go in a
little ways, and then a stab of pain stopped it.  She winced, glad it was
dark.  Something was there.  She realized that probably no more than the
head of his dick had penetrated her.  Now, it felt more like the head of
his dick was actually just at the entrance to her pussy.

   "Just a little further," She said.  "Go ahead, push."

   He did, and an instant, massive stab of pain shot through her body,
taking her breath away.  Oh, jeezus, she thought, this is it?  That is the
feeling of my cherry being popped?  Damn.  That hurt.  She was way glad it
was too dark to see, she could feel tears welling up in the corners of her
eyes.  Damn.  That one stung, she thought.

   "Are you okay, Candy?" Uncle Mike said, sensing something.  She nodded,
and then remembered that he couldn't see in the dark.

   "Yes, I'm...  I'm fine...  just a little further." It didn't hurt near
as much, now, at least.  Now it felt like he was going further and further
into her body.  She wondered if he'd hit the end, if there was an end. 
God, she thought, his dick must be a foot long, at least.

   "Uncle Mike." She said.  "Not to spoil the mood, but a personal
question. How long is your weenie?"

   He spluttered in surprise and outrage, and then laughed.  "Candy, Candy.
That's pretty personal.  I have no idea.  Maybe eight or nine inches."

   "Just wondered.  Thanks."

   "Is that...  suitable?" She almost thought he was laughing at her.

   "Yes, more than.  Thank you."

   She could feel him shake his head, in the darkness.  Jeezus, I make his
shake his head a lot, she thought.

   "Okay, are we done?  Can I pull out?" He said.

   "Yes, the deed is done.  My cherry is popped." She said, sighing
contentedly.  She was pleased.  The cycle was unbroken.  Future generations
would thank her.  Life as we know it will go on.

   She felt him slide out of her.  It felt good.  The whole thing had felt
good, satisfying, in spite of the little stab of pain.  That?  She thought.
That was nothing.  It's over, now.  It didn't hurt at all, now.  Her pussy
felt a little different, though.  It felt full, stretched a little.  I'm no
longer a virgin, she thought.  And it's making me hungry for tonight. 
Tonight it's gonna get a real workout.




   

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