Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (15 page)

“So that’s it,” he commented. “The infamous preacher’s daughter.”

Candice immediately shook her head in disdain. “Maybe you’re right; I should leave Charlotte and start my own life somewhere else.”

“Either that, or you fall into the fold and do what your father wants you to do. And I don’t think that’s what you want,” he assumed. “So that’s what you’ve been trying to hide out with me.”

Candice sighed. She said, “My father preaches at one of the largest churches in Charlotte, and wherever I go, somebody always knows me. Then they end up telling somebody at the church. So now he’s gonna want to know who’s Samuel from the bank?”

“Well, you should have told me,” Samuel commented. “I understand what you’re going through. You’re not the only pastor’s daughter in the world.”

“But would you have treated me the same if I had told you?”

That question made Samuel pause. He had known about nasty church women in Cincinnati, and had even slept with a few of them, but never with the preacher’s daughter. And the church women he had been involved with were far too overzealous for his taste. Decisions all seemed to be a little too extreme with church women.

Noicing his longer than average pause, Candice challenged him, “You see that? How come it’s taking you so long to answer?”

Samuel started laughing. It was indeed an awkward situation.

“Well—”

“See,” she cut him off again. “I’m so
tired
of that. Guys either act all timid with me, like they need to marry me or something, or act all scandalous, as if I’m some wayward sex fiend, who’s willing to get into trouble just to spite my father.”

Samuel was speechless. He was thinking the same thing himself. Would he have been so openly sexual with her had he known she was a preacher’s daughter?

He laughed out loud at the idea and couldn’t concentrate on his menu.

Candice continued to shake her head, knowing that it was another mistake to allow him to know who she was, Pastor Burton’s only daughter.

“I want to feel like a
normal
woman sometimes, and do what normal women do,” she revealed. “That’s why I was so turned on by the fact that you didn’t really want ties to marriage or anything, and that you didn’t go out of your way to treat me differently, because you didn’t really know me. So I could, like, make my fantasies of pleasing a man come true without having to worry about all of the extra baggage of who I am or worrying about my father’s influence.”

Samuel nodded to her and sympathized with her dilemma. But in his mind, he still couldn’t get past how openly freaky she had allowed herself to be with him. Was it overdone because she had been sexually deprived?

Her revelation seemed to change everything for him. He couldn’t seem to put things back into proper perspective. Nevertheless, when they arrived
back at his apartment after dinner that evening, Samuel forced himself to treat Candice no differently than he had been treating her before. So he stripped her clothes off and took her to bed.

“I’m gonna make you feel like a regular woman all right,” he teased. He bent her legs all the way back, froggystyle, and commenced to tear into her pleasure spot.

“Ooooh, thank you! Thank you, Daddy!
Yes
!
Yessss!
” she moaned. “I want you to cum real hard. Fuck me the way you want to!”

Try as he might, the more she moaned and talked to him, the more Samuel began to think about her status as a preacher’s daughter. Would he need to remain out of the public eye with her? Would her father want to meet him? Would he then ask him how old he was and why he had never been married? How old was her preacher/father? And what would her mother say?

Shit!
Samuel thought to himself. The added information was clouding his mind. He began to view Candice as an innocent little church girl, wearing innocent little dresses to Sunday mass for her entire life. And there he was, pounding his big, brown dick into her innocent little pussy.

Motherfucker!
he cursed himself as he pumped her, now with only one leg up. He was really confused by it all. Why should church make a difference to him? A woman was a woman. But once he began to feel the rise of another strong nut in his system, and like it, he wondered if he would be viewed as the devil’s advocate, who had gotten himself deeply involved in fucking one of the Lord’s dutiful little angels. Nevertheless, it felt too damned good to stop. So Samuel began to pray for his soul.

Please forgive me for my sins!
he mused. Then he let out a loud, “Ooohhh God,
forgive me!
” while he came inside of her.

Candice squeezed into him and held on tightly for his overheated release of bliss. Samuel had been thinking so intently, that he had perspired more than usual, leaving his bed sheets drenched in sweat. And when they finished, Candice was usually glum.

“Why did you ask for forgiveness?” she questioned.

Samuel looked at her in bed and shook it off. “Oh, that was normal sex talk, you know.”

“No, it wasn’t. You’re starting to feel guilty now.”

He attempted to laugh. “You know, I’ve never been in this situation before.”

“But there’s a first time for everything, right?” she asked him. “I’ve never been in this situation before either, but I wanted to be. I mean, I’ve never done the things I’ve done with you for anyone else,” she told him. “And I figured that an older man could handle it better than younger guys.”

“Well, how have the younger guys handled it?” Samuel asked her curiously.

“They
couldn’t
handle it,” she told him. “The good ones were scared away, thinking they had to marry me, and I could tell that the bad ones wanted to sneak me a few times before they moved on. But I didn’t want a bunch of one-night stands either. So I stopped dealing with all of them.”

“And how many older guys have you been involved with?”

“Only you. That’s why I wanted to give my all.”

It sounded all so beautiful that Samuel didn’t believe he deserved it.

“You mean to tell me, that everything you’ve been doing for me is brand new?”

“I thought you knew that already. You’ve been teaching me everything.”

Samuel realized he had been teaching her a few things, but he figured it was only how to please
him
specifically and not how to please in general. But now everything made sense. The young woman was more open for him than he had ever imagined.

He shook his head and grinned. “Damn,” he uttered. He viewed himself as a dirty old man who had been turning out a young woman more than ever now. And Candice could sense the regret in him.

She let out a sigh and asked, “Is this gonna change how you feel about me now? Because I would hate for that to happen. I feel so comfortable with you. I mean, you really take your time with me, and I feel like I could learn a lot from you.”

But the more she talked and opened herself up to him, the more Samuel felt like running away from her. He didn’t want all of that sentimental shit on his mind with a young woman. He wanted to date and fuck without thinking about it. But knowing who Candice really was made him second guess his relationship with her. And he would honestly rather teach a young slut to fuck than an angel. A man could rationalize turning out a slut a lot easier. But an angel?

“You still gotta get up early for school tomorrow?” he asked, changing the subject. He wanted to get rid of her so he could clear his mind without her being next to him.

“I do, but…I could stay if you really want me to. I could get up at five o’clock in the morning to go home and change then.”

“So, you still live at home?” he asked her nervously. Had she been lying to her parents every time she came over his place? Hell, she was still a grown-ass woman.

“No, I have a roommate. It’s my cousin, actually. And she’s cool. She knows what I’m going through.”

“Does she know about me?”

Candice smiled. “I mean, not about every
detail.
But she does knows.”

He began to wonder if her cousin was a church freak as well, and he quickly fantasized about a holy threesome before he shook the devilish thoughts out of his mind.

You see that? This shit is driving me crazy already!
he told himself.

“Well, nah, you don’t have to ah, stay the night. I’m glad you finally went out with me and told me the truth, that’s all.”

She leaned over to face him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he told her. “Wouldn’t you want me to tell you the truth, too?”

“Yes.”

“All right then.”

Candice grinned and French kissed him in the mouth with a greedy tongue. But Samuel didn’t feel as greedy anymore. And when his young plaything had gotten dressed and left him for home, he couldn’t stop thinking about his predicament with her.

“Fuck it, just act like I don’t even know,” he tried to tell himself.

Unfortunately, the next few times Candice attempted to visit him at his apartment, Samuel had gotten busier with his loan applications at work. The honeymoon period at his new job had faded, and it was real work time. He even tried to explain as much to Candice.

“Look, imagine how fuller your plate will be once you start work as a full-time teacher. I need to make it through this new adjustment period, that’s all.”

“But why can’t I come over while you work?” she pleaded.

“Because I really need to focus on finishing what I’m doing.”

“So, are you saying that I would distract you?”

“Oh,
definitely.
I
know
you would,” he admitted.

“And you’re sure that you still want to see me?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I don’t have as much free time as I used to have.”

“But if you really wanted to see me, you would
make
time. And I would stay out of your way when I’m over. I can even come later at night if you want me to.”

She was trying her hardest to keep their open sessions going. But Samuel didn’t feel as urgent about it any longer. He couldn’t make himself feel excited anymore about seeing her. All he could think about was a church freak trying to live out her fantasies through him. His mind wasn’t going for it, even though she pleased him so well.

Candice then stopped calling him altogether. When Samuel realized it had been a few weeks since he had heard from her last, and that she no longer returned his calls, he visited her father’s church to see if he could bump into her again.

He listened to Reverend Burton preach the word with uneasiness, knowing full well that he had been screwing his daughter and teaching her how to swallow his seed. But Samuel was undaunted that morning. And after a few solid weeks without a word from Candice, he needed to have her back in his life. So he socialized at the church with much of the congregation, hoping to bump into her.

“Hey, Samuel, from the bank, right?” Sister Davis greeted him at the church.

“Oh yeah, Sister Davis, how are you doing?” he responded gleefully.

“Oh, I’m doing just fine. The Lord Jesus blesses me every day.”

Samuel got right to the point. “Well, I haven’t heard from Candice lately. Has she been doing all right? I didn’t see her in here today.” He had already sat through two sermons that Sunday morning.

Sister Davis looked at him cautiously. “Well, you probably won’t see her back in Charlotte for awhile, except on holidays. She got a new teaching job up north. She didn’t tell you?”

Samuel dodged the question. “Up
north?
In what city? New York? Philly?”

Sister Davis looked at him again, more skeptically. “Well, why don’t you call and ask her? I’m sure she’ll tell you all about it.”

Samuel realized that his longing for Candice was maybe a little too strong. So he smiled and nodded to tone his eagerness down.

“Yeah, I’ll call her and do that. Thanks.”

“Well, would you like to meet her father, Reverend Burton? I can take you right on over there to meet him.”

Samuel eyed the preacher a few feet away, talking to some of the other church members, and he wanted no parts of that. He backed away immediately. “Maybe next week. I got a few other stops I need to make this afternoon that I’m already late for,” he lied inside the church.

“Okay, well, I’ll introduce you tom him after next Sunday’s service. And I’m glad you finally chose a good church now, Brother Samuel.”

They both smiled at each other civilly, as Samuel nodded and backed away from her to head home.

“Now that was
crazy
” he told himself outside as he headed toward his car in the parking lot.

I gotta let the girl go,
he mused.
Obviously, she’s decided to move on from me.

For weeks, Samuel wondered about Candice, hoping that she would call him back and tell him where she was and what she had been up to. Now he wished he had never told her to leave for a new city to get away from her father’s reach. And he wished that he could better handle her desire to be a passionate young woman. He also wished that he had never bothered to find out who she was. He even wished that they could start their erotic teacher/student relationship all over again.

Samuel even went out and talked a new young Charlotte church girl into visiting him at his apartment. It was an attempt to play out a new fantasy. But this girl was hardly as willing or as expressive as Candice had been. Samuel tried his luck with her anyway.