Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (4 page)

Turning the volume up didn’t help the story line.
 
She was being spanked for failing to dust the TV.
 
How absurd!
  
After a few more swats, he began playing with her clitoris.
 
I saw how swollen it was already.
 
Maybe she liked the spanking.

He flipped her on her backside and squeezed her boobs so hard they look like they may pop.
 
Her nipples were rock hard.
 
The scene wasn’t exactly making my panties wet, but I decided to try out my new little toy.
 
I slid it under my pants but stayed above my panties.
 
My body responded immediately.
 
My hips bucked against my will pressing my clit harder on my new toy.

But the feeling was too intense.
 
I couldn’t climax and my whole vagina became to touchy.

“Dammit!” I whined.
 
I decided I needed to relax.
 
I reclined with my feet up on the coffee table and started a bit more slowly as I watched the couple on the TV.
 
He was done abusing her and now slid his cock in and out of her pussy.
 
She finally looked as if she were getting excited and pleasured, which helped my situation.

I felt the pressure building inside as the little silver bullet vibrated between the lips of my pussy.
 
I was so wet, it was getting difficult to keep the device in place.
 
I felt a light throb and knew I would explode soon.
 
My heart raced and I held my breath as I fucked the little silver finger.
 
I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes and let it come in a wave.

The orgasm was incredible.
 
So incredible I fell asleep immediately.
 

The nap must’ve been short.
 
When I woke, the DVD was still playing.
 
After pausing the movie, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a coke from the fridge.
 
If I was going to become sexually educated, I was going to treat it like an education.
 
I reclaimed my position on the couch, popped open my drink and went to the menu of the DVD, starting at the scene where I left off, noting that I didn’t particularly like the spanking part, but the rest had been okay.

There were now two men and one woman on the screen.
 
All I could think was how much work the poor girl had to do, just to be soaked in semen. Yuck.
 
These movies must be made for men.

The scene after was the opposite, having two women and one man.
 
At first, both girls were putting forth a lot of effort on the guy, both licking and sucking various parts of his body.
 
Was porn ever about satisfying the women?

Then, the girls began to focus on each other.
 
My heartbeat quickened a bit and I began to feel excited.
 
Glancing down at the table, I found the dildo with the suction cup staring at me.
 
No one was here but me.
 
No one would know.

I tore it out of the package, rolled a condom over it and planted it firmly on the coffee table.
 
I stared at it.
 
How was I supposed to use it now?
 
I would have to do the splits for it to reach between my legs.
 
The edge of the table seemed to make more sense, so I slid it to the edge and facing the television eased myself onto it.
 
At first, it felt foreign, cold and I felt full, but not pleasured.

I forced myself to look at the TV.
 
One woman was lying on her back and the other girl was face down between her legs while their gentleman friend was fucking her from behind.
 
Both women were moaning and groaning while the guy just kept saying, “Fuck yeah!”
 
They all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
 
After a moment the dildo started to feel better as I eased myself up and down on it.
 
My body was now accepting it deeper inside.
 
I leaned back, resting my hands on the table.
 
The angle must have done something wonderful, because I couldn’t move my body fast enough.

Unable to contain the sounds of my own pleasure I let out a groans so loud I started to get concerned the neighbors in my apartment building would hear me.
 
I clamped my lips shut to stifle the noise.

The pressure was starting to build and I couldn’t watch the screen any longer.
 
My eyelids snapped shut as I leapt off the dildo and fell on the couch as my lady bits twitched and throbbed.
 
I had just had the most explosive orgasm of my life and I could not move.
 
My legs were on fire from lifting my body up and down repetitively.

Euphoria must have taken over me because I started to giggle.
 
Nothing about this was funny, but I couldn’t stop giggling.
 
Had anyone had a view of my apartment, surely I’d be locked up for sitting on my couch naked laughing to myself.

My phone was ringing.
 
It took every ounce of strength I had to answer.

“Hello?” I answered still out of breath.

“How ya’ doin’?” Stacy asked.

“I…can’t…move.”
 
I confessed.

“Oh,” she got quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter.
 
“You’ve had one of
those
orgasms!”

My face burned red.
 
“Yeah.”
 
Why was it so hard for me to talk about this with my best friend?

“What was on the TV?” she asked.

I bit my lip.
 

“Candy?”

“Yeah,”
 
I answered.

“What were you watching?
 
It’s not a big deal.
 
I’ve seen that DVD about a dozen times.
 
I’m just curious.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
 
“Two women and one man.”

“Ohhh,” she cooed, “I love that scene!”

I laughed.
 
The awkward feeling started to dissipate a little hearing her confess to enjoying the same scene I did.

“I don’t think I can take any more today.
 
My legs are on fire.”

“Just wait until you experience that after having sex with another human being.”
 
I heard her snicker.
 
“We’ll work on that.
 
For now, soak in a hot bath.
 
Do something sensual, like add some bath salts or oils and pamper yourself.
 
Trust me on this.”

“Stacy?”
 
I didn’t know how to say everything I wanted to say.
 

“Yeah?”

I took a deep breath as I searched for the right words.
 
“Thank you.”
 
Those didn’t begin to say everything I wanted.

“What are girlfriends for?”

She hung up and I was relieved.
 
I didn’t need things to get any weirder than they already felt.
 
Stacy had helped me through the marital problems, the divorce, the following depression and now, she was helping me find my inner sex kitten.

I did as she suggested, filing the bath with hot water and lavender oil and eased myself in.
 
The water stung the swollen lips of my pussy.
 
It had been awhile since anything or anyone had been inside me and the skin had become unused and sensitive.

The hot water felt like heaven on my aching legs.
 
I leaned back and closed my eyes, total relaxation washing over me.
 
I thought about the women on the DVD.
 
My IQ was high enough that I understood they were performing for the most part, but one would have to be familiar enough with their body to know what they could take, what they liked and what they were unwilling to do.

I didn’t know what I liked.
 
I wasn’t familiar with my body.
 
It was time for a change.

I slid my hands down my body.
 
Starting at my breasts I cupped them at first, feeling the firmness, rolling my fingers over my nipples feeling them spring under the attention.
 
I squeezed the left nipple between my index finger and my middle finger, finding that feeing unpleasant.
 
So I don’t like my nipples squeezed.
 

I reached over and ran my finger along a bar of soap getting it very slippery before gliding it over my erect nipple on the right side.
 
The feeling was nice and my clit twitched in response, discovering that the two were connected.

I slid my hand down my stomach to my pussy.
 
It was too tender from the dildo.
 
Self-discovery in that region would have to wait.

The water started to cool, so I reluctantly climbed out and dried off.
 
Tomorrow was Monday and that meant work.
 
My legs wobbled as I made my way to bed, climbing in naked for the first time ever.

After nearly breaking my alarm, I managed to drag myself to the coffee pot.
 
I leaned against the counter trying not to nod off while I waited to pour my first cup.
 
Why were mornings always so difficult for me?

I pouted as I clutched my cup looking at my horribly drab wardrobe.
 
I would have to remedy this issue soon.
  
For now, there was no choice but to surrender to the conservative earth toned clothing I had to choose from.

Once at the office, I found my pace clearing my inbox of all mail.

“Miss Kavana, your eleven-thirty is here to see you.” My assistant poked her head in my office.

“My eleven-thirty?” I asked not recalling having an appointment.

“Your friend Stacy sent her.
 
She said you’d want to see her.”
 
She rolled her eyes.

I wanted to punch her every time she rolled her shit-brown eyes.
 
“Send her in.”

What did Stacy have up her sleeve now?
 
I leaned back in my chair, clutching my coffee cup.
 
My heart skipped as I half expected to see the red-haired sex toy lady enter my office.

Much to my surprise a young women dressed in a very sexy pencil skirt and flowing top entered my office.
 
Her hair was in a tight bun and her black rectangular glasses rested toward the end of her nose.
 
She didn’t look mousy though, she looked sexy and confident.
 
How odd.

“How may I help you?” I asked, giving her a polite smile.

“Miss Kavana, my name is Sheila, I’m a personal shopper.
 
Stacy explained your situation to me and sent me to help.”

“What did she say, exactly?”
 
A personal shopper?
 
Why the hell would I need a personal shopper?

“That your wardrobe is overly conservative, drab, boring and so on.
 
She also said that you’d have a considerable budget to work with but hated shopping.
 
So she sent me.”
 
The woman still had not taken a seat.
 
She stood, looking rather indignant.

“I see.
 
So what sort of budget would replace, say, my entire wardrobe including pajamas, shoes underwear and the like?”
 
I was trying hard not to be offended by all this, but Stacy knew me better than anyone and her heart was in the right place.