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Candice_one (Mf, cons, young teen)
Chapter one
*where in Dave learns that all the glitters might just be gold*
"Dave my home work is done!" Candice called to me from the dining room,
`the girl has bad timing' I thought, I had just settled into a good rhythm
and would probably have come in about three more minuets. Now I'd have to
get up and go check her work. Well at least I'd get to see her in the near
see through blue blouse and skin tight three quarter length white pants she
was in. When my spouse asked me that day if we could be her guardians I'd
said yes fairly quickly, what man in his thirties doesn't want a cute
fourteen year old staying at his house? Don't get me wrong I love Coral.
Coral and I have been together for a long time and I am a happily married
man. But I mean really, a sweet foxy brunet bouncing around the house in
pajamas, I had little choice. Hell I'd been thrilled to find out that she
was moving in the same day, if, it was good with me. However it seemed to
be turning out to be a lot of work and very little of her bouncing.
"Be right in" I called.
"Ok" she answered back.
After zipping up I walked up the hall and went through the kitchen,
grabbing up my water bottle from the bike ride I had gone on and came into
the dining room. She was at the glass table and had her head turned almost
all the way around to see the TV in the living room. What luck! For some
reason she had a towel around her waste and since she was turned near
around her legs were fairly open and I could see her light green underwear
clearly through the table, I had a hard on already this just made it worse.
It was the first time I'd seen any part of her the way I'd hope to.
She spun around and looked up at me closing her legs. I feigned
interest in the homework so she wouldn't know I was looking at her mound.
I
really didn't think it'd go over well if I was caught checking her lower
lips. Math book open and smiling with the binder page full of completed
problems, she seemed eager to have it all checked. I walked over to stand
beside her. I leaned down to read the stuff and hoped against all hope
she'd have to get up and get something so I could adjust myself. It dam
near hurt to be this hard.
"Ok let's see here two X plus Y squared equals three Z minus fifteen."
Yea right I remember that, like hell I did.
"We're just supposed to make sure to get all the letters on one side of
the equation" she was looking up at me grinning.
I nodded solemnly, like I knew already, "What's with the towel?" I said
casually.
"Spilled grape juice on my pants." she frowned.
"Oh crap! Did you put soda water on them?" I was hoping that she had
or
my wife would be mad when she got home from helping her friend move in and
organize. It was hours still before she got home, and I had done little
since I got off work, dinner wasn't even started.
"Ummm no" she mumbled.
"Well fuck. Ok so head into the bathroom take the pants put them into
the tub, on your way get the soda water out of the fridge and put all of
it
on the pants with the plug in."
"Will do" she jumped up and took like two steps bent down got the pants
and the towel fell off her hips. Tee back underwear for cute girls needs
to be a law, and she wasn't breaking it. She was filling out those
underwear rather well her rounded behind was smooth and inviting. Bent
over like that I could see the outline of the vulva through the green
satin.
"Whoops" she turned back toward me to see if I had seen her, the lips
of
her pussy clearly showing through the underwear, it seemed that no matter
what she did with out pants on I was in for a great show. Quickly she
picked up the towel her face bright. I looked back down at the work, I
needed too or I'd have walked over and rubbed my hand down the front of
those panties and probably gotten a swift kick in the balls and a divorce
all in three breaths.
Candice turned back and shot down the hall, the girl had a firm ass I
can tell you that. I would love to have grabbed a hand full of it and
pulled her toward me and ground my own hips into her open legs. Homework,
think about the homework you fool, I kept saying to myself. I looked and
they all seemed to have their unknown letters on one side of the equation.
Done enough for me, I headed down the hall, maybe I'd find her still
without the towel on as I passed the bathroom. She came running out of the
bathroom and ran right into me, and fell down. She still didn't have the
towel on and was looking scared.
"I forgot the soda water" she said covering her mound with one hand,
blushing the whole time. Her knees were slightly open, if I had my way
she'd have had her feet sole to sole and her satin covering pulled to one
side.
I rolled my eyes up and shook my head "I'll get it." I said.
"Sorry" she said from behind me, "I didn't mean to run into you."
Yea well I meant to run into you, all the way up into you. "It's ok
Candice" turning I walked back up the hall. In the kitchen I readjusted
my
erection and got the soda water from the fridge.
Coming back down the hall I smiled, she had a pretty set of tits and a
cute rounded mound. I thought remembering her legs open and how she looked
sitting on the floor. I'd be jacking off to that image for days. I could
hear the water being turned on, immediately I ran into the bathroom and saw
steam from the faucet.
"Crap!" I reached past her and turned off the tap. She was sitting
sideways on the toilet, facing toward the tub, with the towel draped across
her legs I could see the waistband of the underwear. "Hon" I sighed "You
put hot water on those and the stain will never come out." I shook my head.
"Sorry Dave" she said quietly.
"Ok get them we'll toss them in the sink maybe we can still save them."
I turned toward the sink and put the plug in. She got up and bent over to
get the pants holding the towel at the front, her ass up in the air. Fuck
she had the nice firm round ass all teenage girls seem to be built with
these days. There again I could see the gusset of the green cloth covering
only a three centimeters width. The shape of the lips drew me closer to
the mirror so I could get a better look in the reflection. Handing me the
pants she rapped the towel more securely around her waist, the red in her
face was blaring.
"Is it going to work?" she was leaning on me over the sink looking down
at the pants. I thought `if you mean am I going to get hard watching your
ass and slit, the answer is yes.'
"How long ago did you spill the juice on them?" I wanted to spill on her
and having her leaning on me, small breast against my arm the front of her
leg against the back of mine, was just making it worse.
"Like ten minuets ago" she looked worried.
"Not going to happen, but lets wait and see" I grinned.
"Right, so what do we do if they do not come clean" she was pretty put
out by this, the pants were new. Less then three days old actually, quite
a shopping trip but I'd seen less of her changing in and out of twenty
pairs of "this doesn't fit", "these go down to far on my leg", then I had
in the past eight minuets.
"Could try scrubbing them I guess" I was thinking more along the lines
of saying "Well I could get you another pair, assuming you would do
something for me" but kept it to myself.
"I'll start dinner, what do you want to have?" she seemed pleased
because I had the problem under control. When all I could think of was
having her under my control, how she would be naked and straddling in my
lap.
"Tuna casserole would be good." I said not caring what we had more
focused on her then what dinner was going to be.
She instinctively headed to the kitchen, as if to fix what she had done
wrong by helping out; luckily, without going to her room to get more pants.
Hopefully I'd get to see her toned legs and cute lower lips again. That
would help me out better then the stupid casserole. I washed the pants and
got lucky the stain actually was coming out. It needed to soak I headed
up
the hall to the kitchen, I would rather be watching her then the pants.
Candice had the pan out and the stove on and had already put the fixings
in
the bowl, and was just reaching up to get the garlic salt from the top
shelf to fill the shaker we kept on the counter. Stretched out, ass
sticking back at me and still in a towel, yes I would remember this all.
For days this was going to play in my head, like a skip in a record.
"I can't reach" she pouted, turning to look at me.
I went to the stove expecting her to move, and all she did was turn back
toward the stove and look up to the garlic. I reached up to the shelf, my
groin was pressed against her behind and she turned a little to get the
shaker at the same time, it caused her to press back into me. My penis
practically jumped out of my pants. Near as I could figure my cock was
between the cheeks of her ass, it felt really good.
"Sorry." I said.
"For what?" she asked
"I didn't mean to push you" my voice had gone down an octave and was
quieter then before. She moved to one side brushing her behind across my
penis.
"I'm fine, I just need to get the stuff in the stove" she smiled.
"Ok" I moved back to the table in the kitchen and pulled out one of the
chairs spun it around and sat on it backwards near the middle of the
kitchen opposite the stove. She added the garlic and stirred the mess up.
Pouring it into the pan, she smoothed the stuff out and put the crushed
crackers on top. Opening the oven she moved back and put the pan in.
Something inside me said move your hand now, and for some reason I did.
I
put my hand on her leg below the towel and moved it up to her ass rubbing
the firm cheek in a circle griping it genteelly. She closed the stove and
moved away as though nothing had happened. I was shocked, at both of us.
Me for doing it and her for not caring that I had.
"Garlic bread too?" she was blushing again.
"Yep, and use real cloves from the fridge." Like nothing had happened.
I
was just floored; I wondered what else I could do. I got up while she was
closing the fridge door and stood behind her my hands on her hips. She
moved out of the way and left the kitchen. `Oh crap!' I thought. She came
back from her room in a summer skirt and went back to work. I sat on the
chair again thinking.
"Do we have a French loaf?" she inquired.
"Bottom of the round and round cupboard" I said.
She opened it and bent to get the bread, her knees locked bending at the
waist. I could see up the skirt, she had taken the underwear off! Her
closely trimmed lips had to have been aroused, they were slightly fuller
and slick I was less then an arm length away so I put my hand on her ass
and ran my thumb up her slit. She went on making the bread, standing up
and moving to the closer to the counter. Again she had said nothing.
"Do you need help?" I thought I'd give her a way to tell me to stop, and
that seemed to be the simplest way to do it. If she said no I'd assume she
took them off for comfort not to be open to my advances.
"No" she said. I was dejected. "But could you get the canned fruit
down and empty it into a bowl so it will be chilled by the time dinner is
over?" she talked facing away from me.
"Can do" I was erect all over again. I got up took the fruit out and
looked at her "The bowls are under you." I said
"Yep" she said still painting the bread with garlic, she moved back from
the bottom cupboard enough to open it to get a bowl.
Ok that seemed to be an invite. I got down on my haunches and opened
the door running one hand up her skirt on her inner thigh, I pushed her now
engorged lips open enough to rub her clit. She was moist and smelled good.
I took the bowl out and stood up lifting her skirt and cupping her ass with
that hand.
"Where is the can opener?" I asked licking my finger.
"Electric or hand crank?" she asked.
"Electric." I knew full well where both were, the hand crank was right
there on the counter and the electric was on a bottom self near the stove.
She walked past me bent down balanced on her feet with her legs open,
took the can opener from the inside the door under the counter putting the
opener over her shoulder. "This one?" she said still looking into the
cupboard.
I got down the same way she was and pulled up tight behind her. I slid
my free hand down her leg and slid the skirt back up. I lowered two
fingers between her thighs and fondled her, my fingers became slick with
her scent in seconds. I took the can opener with the free hand, as though
I was doing nothing more then that. She looked right at me very obviously
feeling the effects of having her vulva played with.
"It isn't working, the hand crank one will though." She did not move to
get up, her eyes fluttered.
"Ok I don't need this one then" I handed it back to her. She put it
away, legs trembling, she had forced them more open then before. She held
on to the counters edge so as not to fall. I carefully slipped one finger
into her tight virginal opening and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She
stayed put. I slowly ran my hand over her nipples through her shirt, her
eyes half closed now. I took my time and then it seemed it was over. She
leisurely stood up and took the longest time to step over me to go back to
the counter to finish the bread. I took the opportunity to pull her vagina
to my mouth and kiss her, not a sound did she make. After opening the can
I tasted my fingers and smiled. This was way out of hand; but, getting
more fun by the minuet. I stood behind her after I had put the fruit in
the fridge. I took my time but went after her, I rubbed her ass through
the dress. Her behind was muscular but had enough padding to be a joy to
touch. I had to have more of her, I moved my right hand around her hip
toward her front seeking the labia. I gently spread the wispy haired
opening and took my middle finger and placed it over the length of the
inner moist lips. While an erect clit barely vibrated under my massaging
fingers, she worked the whole time. After the bread was ready she moved
to
sit in the chair. I took a huge risk and came over to her and squatted
down beside her, fondling her breasts. I took her hand and placed it over
my crotch. I moved her hand to start the massaging motion, getting more
turned on by her looking my pants.
She stopped and looked at me "I do not know how to do that right yet,
after you teach me I'll do it again. Can we do something else instead?"
she opened her legs and leaned back scooting her ass forward to the edge
of
the chair. Opening my pants she pulled me around to the front of her,
placing me between her legs. I knelt and licked my own fingers putting
lots of my own fluid on them and ran my fingers all over her snatch making
sure she was wet enough so as not to hurt her to much. I placed the head
of my penis just inside her. She put her hand down to open herself up a
little more.
"This may hurt a little." I smiled
"Dave I know, I was taught in school. Can you rub my breasts like you
were before?" she was breathing harder, timidly looking like she was
touching a snake for the first time.
"Will so." I smiled and opened her shirt. She had the rounded perky
nipples of the teen years and I went to work on them softly. I leaned in
and took one in my mouth swirling the point around and nibbling on her till
she was hard, then I did the other. Her pelvises rolled forward inching
me
inside. I pushed only enough to keep myself stationary. She grimaced; it
stopped me dead in my tracks. I would not want to hurt her, and she seemed
to be in pain enough for me to put a halt to the whole thing. It was
stupid I needed to stop it.
"Hon we really should stop this. You need time to think about it and
I
am a wee bit old to be doing this." I looked down at her open legs, soon
this sight would be gone, probably forever. I pulled out and sat on my
feet legs flat on the floor, her mound taut in expectation, the lips
enlarged and open. The sweet little hood of her clit was bright in
readiness. What the heck was I thinking? I really needed to work this
out, I had to stop even though we both wanted to, she might regret it
later. If I stopped now and she never came back I'd have lost my chance but
better that then her in tears. I got up and turned around doing up my
pants cursing under my breath the whole time. She stood behind me and when
I looked she was tearing up, this was not going well. She left the kitchen
calmly, with determination, and I heard her move down the hall. I finished
making dinner alone.
"It's ready" I called to the house. I'd put candles out on the table
as
well as neat doily place settings. A meal for royalty, well it was still
tuna casserole and garlic bread with chilled fruit, but it would be eaten
on the best dishes and served with a smile. Coral came to the dining room
and went back into our room. Well this was not going as planed at all.
Candice appeared in a white blouse and a short black skirt with white ankle
socks. She sat across from me and stared down at the food. Coral took
about five minuets to get back and she too was dressed in finery. The nice
shirt and black dress pants I wore seemed to fit right in. Somber lot we
were, Coral tired but looking good in her dress and Candice sulking in hers
with me pushing food about on my plate.
"I'll get wine" Coral was trying to be in the mood but I'd say it was
a
waste of time to much had passed between the teen and I and she too was
tired from her long day moving. I shot Candice a smile, I was trying to
convey to her to be happy. Then I made what could be taken as a bad move.
I mouthed that I loved her still and was sorry, making no noise but getting
the point across. The light in her eyes blinded me, and she slid a grin
across the table that I was slightly afraid of. Little good that fear
would do, I was soon to find out.
"Hon I just can't eat I am to tired, sorry. I wish I could but I just
can't" Coral took the wine glass from the table, she had brought two with
the bottle, and strolled into the living room. "I'll just watch TV till
you two are done, ok?"
"Ok" Candice said quickly before I could answer at all. She looked deep
into my eyes and went about eating, now like she was hungry instead of
dejected. I eat in silence for a bit and watched her thunder down half her
plate. Then like magic her thighs began to part and she looked over to
check and see if Coral was watching. I looked down at her creamy skin and
began to tremble, I kept it in check. Candice got up and went to the
bathroom and came back. Her hand was a fist tight around something. I
looked toward Coral, this was getting scary, what had the teen done?
"Pass the garlic bread" I said after she had kept her fist in her lap
for about five minuets. She brought the clasped hand up and took the bread
basket between her thumb and her forefinger and slyly handed it to me. As
I took it she dropped the object into my hand, I pulled it from the table
and looked down into my own lap where my hand was shielded from the couch.
Blue satin underwear, meaning only one thing, she was now not wearing any.
I slowly looked up toward her and my eyesight passed through the glass
table to see her, legs splayed and skirt held up a little showing off that
incredible set of lips. Wisps of hair and the engorged hood of her clit
showed through the table; all the while her foot was slipping into my lap.
I felt out of control, like I was the teen and she were after me. Not that
it wasn't partly true, at this point she was after me. Do not get me wrong
I was in no hurry to get away, save one little problem; Coral. If we were
caught I'd be in deep shit, the kind a guy gets tossed in chunks to his
favorite dog in the back yard, that kind of shit. My eyes wandered up to
try to meet hers so I could implore her to stop, my sight got to her middle
two buttons that were undone and her nipple erect and showing through the
opening in the tight white blouse. I could hear the death knell in the
distance, this was the final nail in the coffin. Ok so no, her foot
stroking my hardening cock was; how had she gotten it there so fast? I had
to get up, or she was going to eat me alive right here.
"All done" I got from the table and Candice pouted, she shifted and made
sure I could see her open her legs, she stroked my cock as I walked by.
She was timid no more. I was either in heaven or verging on the deepest
pit next to the left hand of the horned one. Earlier I'd felt like this
was getting out of control, and now it certainly was. I guess that she had
felt stirrings awoken and had come to like them in the short time. It was
just the beginning and she wanted more, I had opened the gates and now
couldn't keep the horses in, my own fault. I moved past her as though
nothing had happened, it was one thing for us to be at each other alone,
but not with others in the room; a wholly male conjecture. In fact were
it
my doing I would probably have been good with it, but she was assuming
control and I was terrified.
"I'll clean up" I called from the pass-through over the counter.
"I'll help" she was looking right at me now like a fox, a vixen. I was
doomed. Gathering up the dishes from the table she grinned and came toward
the kitchen, the smile was one I had worn countless times. She was not
going to take no for an answer. Teenaged girls have this way of swapping
moods and she might have been some afraid before, but the beautiful face
entered the kitchen was not a frightened one. Nor was the way she walked,
my eyes were guided but the sway in her stride. The nymph had some of the
finest hips I had ever seen. Soon I feared I would get into the spirit of
this and then where would I be?
"Cool, I'll nap a bit wake me when you are done" Coral called. She came
right at me and opened her arms, plates in one hand and the casserole in
the other. Setting both down on the counter behind me pinning me to the
cupboard. Her hands came too her blouse and she opened the rest of the
buttons. Ok so my resolve was gone I leaned in and took a nipple in my
mouth and slid my hand down to cup her ass. She lifted the skirt high
enough so my hand was on her behind, and smiled as I looked into her eyes.
"lets try not to get caught." I whispered.
"Of course" she said quietly.
"Right, lets get these done" I picked up the plates and began to walk
toward the dishwasher. She intercepted the plates, and looked me in the
eye.
"I'll do everything that needs doing below counter line, ok?" turning
she bent at the waste again and began loading the machine. I was all but
lost staring at her naked behind, her ass weaving back and forth to a tune
in her mind. The same tune that my cock danced to, I wished that I knew
what it was. Soon enough I'd find out I hoped. Full pouting lips just
barely visible from the hem of the skirt taunted me. She was really
getting into this. I put the last of diner into the fridge, and turned to
see her flip up the skirt for an instant, showing me the light patch of
wispy pubic hair, and smile when my eyes came back up. Erection straining
from my pants I worked at the kitchen with haste, much more of this and I
would die from heart failure. She did up the blouse and flounced out of
the kitchen into the living room. I drank my wine and steady myself
against the counter where she had trapped me. I took a minuet to get my
bearings straight and went into the living room.
Coral was fast asleep and Candice was sitting on the chair near the
couch dainty as you please, one knee over the other if you please. I
leaned down to Coral
"Head to bed sleepy one" I gently woke her. She smiled a little and
rose to go to bed. She kissed me and then kissed Candice on the forehead.
"Night" she said as she headed toward the bedroom. I went with her and
tucked her in I need time to think. Candice was all but naked in the
kitchen earlier, I was really in for it, she would have her way. I brushed
my teeth and combed my hair in the master bathroom on suite. Heading out
toward the living room I was trying to be ready for anything. Nothing
could be farther from the truth.
She was wrapped in a blanket with her clothes neatly folded under the
coffee table, they would be hidden if it was dark. She could plan well
I'll give her that. The TV was on and some Sci-fi thing was playing, I'd
never remember what it was nor at this point did I care. I sat behind her
and she snuggled backward between my legs, her ass resting against my hard
on.
"Dave" she said slowly " I know this is dangerous, but its what I want"
she was watching the TV, talking as though she had thought it through.
"You'll never leave Coral and I don't want you too. But I need to learn
this from someone I trust. Not some boy." She had made her mind up. I'd
been hoping earlier for something to make this right for me, and in that
sentence she had done it. It would be our secret. She'd never let on and
I'd never have to worry.
"Ok love" I said stroking her breast through the blanket.
End chap one * Care to have an opinion? Email me:
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