Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (12 page)

David shrugged.
 
“Coffee beans have natural oils.
 
Maybe the oil from the bean gets into the drink.”

I nodded and tossed in a few whole beans into the drinks and slid one to him.
 

“Fuck!” he said after a sip.
 
“This is delicious!”

“These come with a warning label,” I giggled.

“A warning label?”

“Yeah, they taste too good.
 
You drink them too fast and before you know it, you’re hammered and the caffeine has you so wired you can’t pass out when you want to.”

David stood from the counter and headed into the living room.
 

I took a deep breath, found my resolve and followed him, sitting on the same couch, but with one cushion between us.

“Sounds like you have experience,” he said with a laugh.

I lifted my eyebrow and nodded in agreement.
 
I lit up a smoke and took a deep drag.

After a few minutes of odd small talk, I got David to open up to me about his past relationships.
 
He really did have a bad run of luck with women.
 
Not one of them communicated their needs so he was doomed for failure from the beginning.
 
I was guilty of the same thing.
 
For years I accepted the routine of giving my husband a blow job for a few moments then resuming the missionary position, never climaxing and never feeling fulfilled.

“He never did
anything
for you?
 
Not even with his fingers?”
 
David’s mouth hung slack.

“Nope.
 
He was the only person I had ever been with and I was too shy to talk with anyone about sex, so I just figured I was responsible for my own orgasm.
 
I don’t mean responsible the way Linda says, but I literally had to take matters into my own hands.”
 
I sipped at my drink, face reddened at admitting this to a total stranger.

“That really sucks.
 
It’s sort of hard to believe for a guy like myself that tries so hard to imagine a guy just being so selfish.”

“Oh David, you have no idea.
 
Sex was so boring.
 
It started to feel like a chore, or a responsibility.”

“So, how on earth did you wind up in Linda’s class?”

I laughed.
 
“You’re not going to believe this.”

“Try me, I’m really easy.
 
I’ll believe anything.”
 
David chuckled.

He did have a naïve way about him.
 
“Well, when I finally got the gumption to talk to my girlfriend, she invited me over for a party.
 
There was a woman there selling sex toys.”

“I bet you nearly passed out when you saw all that stuff!”

“You have no idea.
 
I got really wasted that night.
 
It was very overwhelming.
 
But at the end of the night the woman running the show gave me a card for Linda.
 
Then a few days later, I got another business card for her.
 
So I figured I had nothing to lose, besides sexual frustration.”

By the third martini, we were both relaxed.
 
David felt sorry for me and I felt sorry for him.
 
We were both in the same awkward sexual boat.

“This is so fucked up.
 
I’ve talked more about sex with you tonight, than I have in my entire life.”
 
He sighed.

“It’s the martinis.”
 
I joked with him trying to keep it light.

“Must be.”
 
He stretched, flexing his arms when he did so.
 

My eyes traveled the length of his arms.
 
They were nicely defined and big, but not grossly large.
 
I wanted to run my hands over them.

“If I can say something without you being offended, I want you to know that you’re incredibly sexy.
 
That’s why I couldn’t hold back today.
 
I had this sexy woman on top of me and my hands on your ass, which is a nice ass.”

I blushed.
 
“Thank you.”

“You know, Linda wants us to be casual.
 
At least I think that’s the point,” I started.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that since you said it the first time.
 
I think you’re right.
 
As awkward as the whole group was, it seems to be the case.”
 
He put his arm on the couch, bracing his head against his hand.

“So let’s be casual.”
 
I was jumping the gun, but I had a sexy man in my apartment and we were on even playing field.

“What?
 
I mean, I thought that’s what we were doing.”

“I know.
 
I mean, we are both here.
 
We are consenting adults.
 
We’re both trying to learn.
 
I just met you so I’m not going to be a clingy girlfriend.
 
Let’s just do it.
 
You can tell me what you like and I can do the same.
 
It will be educational and a step in the casual direction.”
 
I was pitching the poor guy.
 
I was giving him a sales pitch wrapped in sex.

“Are you sure?”
 
He started wiping his hands on his jeans again.

“I proposed it.
 
Didn’t I?”
 
I bit my lip and held my breath for a moment.
 
“If it’s too much, I understand.
 
I’ve never really propositioned a man before, so I’m probably doing it wrong.”
 
My heart started to pound in my chest.

“I’m a guy.
 
Of course I’m in, but you’ve had a few drinks.
 
You’re not going to be mad at me tomorrow, right?”
 
He started getting uncomfortable again, shifting his weight in the couch.

“I wanted to say this in the coffee house.
 
I just didn’t have the nerve.”
 
I admitted.
 
The anxiety started to set in.
 
Olivia had made the moves, had made it okay for me to touch.
 
I didn’t know how to lead, how to take control.

David stared at me for a few minutes.
 
“Okay,” he broke the silence. “but no missionary position.
 
If that’s all you had for all these years, then I absolutely don’t want to do that to you.
 
But I say that we both give each other instruction.
 
It could take the passion out of it, but let’s use it as a learning tool.
 
But only if you’re sure.
 
Only if you’re okay and only if you promise to stay my friend.
 
I really like talking to you.”

I held out my hand as if agreeing on a business deal and he shook it.
 
“Deal.”

“And not in the bedroom,” he added.
 
“Right here.
 
I’ve only had sex in bedrooms.
 
Let’s try the couch for a change.”

That didn’t seem unreasonable.

“Let’s make the undressing a little easier.
 
I say we undress to our underwear and take it from there.”
 
I added.

“Thank you,” he said, “Women’s clothing is so complicated sometimes.
 
I have big clumsy man hands.”
 
He laughed again.
 
His laugh was sexy this time though, throaty.

We both stood up, looking at each other briefly, then hurrying while we took our clothes off.
 
I began to question my sanity when I saw his incredible body.
 
Of course he was in construction.
 
Look at those muscles!

“Oh God!” he gasped.

“What?”
 
I looked down.
 
It wasn’t time for my period was it?”

“I don’t have any condoms,” he plopped back on the couch.
 
“Just my luck, a hot girl wants to jump me and I have no condoms.”

“Wait!
 
I do.
 
My girlfriend just gave them to me.
 
Wait here.”
 

He smiled, looking rather relieved and gave me a thumbs up.

I ran to the bedroom and reached inside my gift bag.
 
There had to be a couple of dozen in the bottom.
 
I grabbed a few and ran back to the living room holding them up in triumph.
 
“See.
 
We’re fine.”

David smiled, looking me over.
 
“You really do have a great body.”

“I can’t stop looking at yours either.”
 
I smiled at him.
 
I was excited, not in a sexual way, but like a kid that just got told by their parents they were going to a theme park.

“Okay, so where do we start?” I asked.

He looked at me, leaned forward and put his hands on my hips.
 
He pulled me forward until I straddled him on the couch.
 
My heart skipped a beat when I felt him begin to harden under me.

“Is kissing okay?
 
I really like kissing and I’d love to kiss you.”

There was already only a centimeter separating our lips so I leaned in, making a connection.
 
His lips were warm and firm.
 
I fell into him as he kissed me fiercely.
 
What the hell was wrong with the women of his past?
 
He was a terrific kisser.

He pulled me in harder, placing a hand on my lower back pushing me into his erection.

My body responded.
 
I thought about the exercise in class today and started grinding into him. He turned us to the side, laying me on my back.

“Let’s pick up where we left off,” he grinned, “but take these off.”
 
He hooked his fingers on my panties and slid them down.
 
My lady bits were exposed to him now.

He dove in, tongue playing with the entrance of my vagina.
 
I could see why the women weren’t pleased.
 
I felt like an alien was trying to invade me.

“Not there,” I whispered, face burning red.
 
“Here,”
 
I put my index finger over my clitoris.
 
“Start gently.”

He looked embarrassed for a moment, then nodded and placed his warm tongue on me.
 
He licked gently at first, like I asked.
 
I grabbed the back of his head and pressed down when I was ready for more.

He obliged.
 
Poor guy.
 
His technique was perfect, his location was wrong.
 
I was near orgasm when I wanted to beg for more.
 
I didn’t want an orgasm that way.
 
I wanted him inside me.

He sat up, pulling me so I was straddling him again, this time, I felt he was now so hard I could feel his heart beat in his erection.

“Um, could you, um,” he started to stutter.

I looked into his eyes, they were hopeful and shy.
 
“Just tell me.
 
It’s okay.”

“I want my nipples licked.”
 
He turned his head away.

“Look at me,” I said.
 
When he did, I smiled.
 
“You have to tell me what you want.
 
I want to please you, but I don’t know how.”