Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (12 page)

“Yeah, we’re sort of surrounded in a cloud of bubbles.
 
Here, just lean back and relax.”
 
He pulled me back so that I was resting against him.
 
His strong hands started massaging my shoulders.

“You’d better stop, John.
 
Between the bubble bath and the massage, I will fall asleep and I don’t want to.”
 
I turned my head up to look at him.
 
“It feels too good.”

His lips lowered to mine, brushing against them softly at first, then a little more firm, yet still gentle.
 
After a moment, he released me.
 

“Candy, I’ve had the best weekend.
 
Thank you for giving me the whole weekend and not just part of a day.
 
It’s been so nice.”
 
He tensed his arms around me.

“Probably because it started to feel like a real relationship instead of a booty call.”

John sighed a heavy sigh.
 
“Candy, you’ve never been a booty call to me.
 
I know that’s what I agreed to.”
 
He paused.
 
I wanted to say something to fill the silence.
 
“But I’ve been so in love with you, even from the first moment you talked to me in that bar.
 
I was stunned that you were talking to me, but so worried about screwing it up I nearly ran out the door.
 
But you were just so beautiful, and you kept giving me advice on picking up women.
 
It felt like anything that I said could ruin the moment, could make you leave.
 
But you didn’t leave.
 
You stayed, and invited me to meet your friends.”

“I thought you were handsome, and so shy.
 
At the time, I had just started to find my courage to pursue a sex life.”
 
How did I make him understand that felt the same way about him without sounding like a pathetic selfish fool that still wanted the benefits of being unattached.
 
“The past few months though, I’ve been reevaluating things.”

“How so?” he asked as he squeezed my thighs.

“John, let’s just enjoy this vacation and see how things go.
 
I really want you there with me.
 
Right now I’m suffering from fatigue, alcohol, post orgasmic bliss and I can’t think straight.”
 

He snickered.

I wanted to give him an inquisition about the snicker, but that would mean more discussion and I wasn’t up for that.
 
Damn I was as deep as a wading pool these days.

There was so much soap in the tub it was slippery.
 
I could feel my butt sliding around on the tub.
 
It gave me an idea.
 
I slid down to the other end of the tub.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I grabbed his ankles and gave them a tug.
 
He slid down, head dipping below the bubbles and water.
 
He resurfaced a second later.

“What the!
 
You’re in trouble!
 
Come here you!”
 
He grabbed me by the legs and pulled.
 
My head went under water.
 
I slid back up laughing.

Water and suds splashed all over the floor as we laughed and wrestled.
 

“Wait,” I said fighting laughter.
 
I turned my back to him and scooping up a large handful of suds and put them around my mouth then turned around.
 
“Do you like my goatee?”

“Oh yes, it’s very hot!”
 
He turned his back to me.
 
When he turned around he had two very large bubble breasts.

“Those are lovely.
 
Are they real?”

I stood up this time, turning around to display my bubble fur burger.

“Oh hell no!”
 
He laughed.
 
“I can’t deal with that.”

“Clearly, we’ve lost our damn minds!”

“Lack of sleep, I think.”

“I want to go home now.
 
Will you go with me?”
 
I asked with a pouty lip.

John looked a little defeated.
 
Obviously, he was enjoying having me on his terms.
 
I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“I want to take a shower with my stuff and get dressed.
 
The sun has been up for a while.
 
We need to go do something so I can stay awake.
 
By my calculation, I can’t go to bed until at least five or six tonight.”
 
I pulled myself in closer to him, resting on his thighs. “I don’t want to ditch you, but the relaxation will have to stop or I will fall asleep now, and I’ll be a mess tomorrow.”

John wrapped his arms around me.
 
“Okay.”

Disappointment still oozing out of his pores, he gave another big sigh.
 
I had to figure out how to make him feel better.
 
A shower and some coffee might get my brain going again.

STRANGE INTRODUCTIONS

I left John standing in his doorway as I made my way back to my apartment.
 
He still looked deflated.
 
So as soon as I got in the door I sent him a text message.

Starting coffee and getting in the shower.
 
As soon as you’re ready, let yourself in.
 
Door unlocked.

John: Plans?

After coffee and a shower.

I poured the water in the coffee maker and switched it on.

John: Sex?

After we do whatever we are going to do.

John: I’m at the front door.

Turn the knob and walk in – I’m in the bathroom.

I heard the front door close, smiled and climbed in the steaming shower.
 
It felt good to wash up, shave and smell like a woman again.
 
I wrapped a towel around my body and one on my head and hurried into the kitchen.
 
John was standing there with a cup of coffee.

“Just the way you like it.”
 
He was smiling.
 
I really loved that smile, so mischievous.

I gave him a quick kiss and took the cup.
 
“I’ll make it fast, I promise.”

I dressed and applied my makeup as quickly as possible.
 
After a few minutes with the hair dryer, my hair was full of curls.
 
Since there was a promise of speed, I twirled it up and clipped it.
 
I glanced at my phone.
 
I managed to get ready in under fifteen minutes.

“You really don’t need the war paint, Candy.
 
You are a beautiful woman straight out of the shower.”
 
He kissed me as he squeezed one but cheek.
 
“But you look hot.”

“Thanks.
 
I was thinking, we have a few options today.
 
I thought about the movies, but that means sitting in a dark environment and I don’t really want to snore in the theatre, so then I thought maybe we could go bowling, or to a museum.
 
There are arcades and pool halls.
 
Whatever you want to do, I’m in.
 
I just want to be vertical.”

John snickered.
 
I knew where his dirty mind went with my last statement, but chose to ignore it.

“Actually, there’s a race today.
 
If we get infield tickets, we will still sit, but we can party and it’s too damned loud to fall asleep.”

“A race?
 
Like cars?
 
Vroom vroom in a circle and all?” I asked.

“Vroom vroom?”
 
John laughed.
 
He was laughing at me.
 
But he liked races and I had no idea.

“What the hell.
 
I’ve never been to a race.”

“You like adrenaline?
 
Wait, who am I talking to?
 
Of course, you like adrenaline.
 
Well, whether or not you’re a huge racing fan, having cars zip around you at nearly two hundred miles an hour, sometimes having fantastic accidents will really get your heart pumping.
 
If we leave in half an hour we can get to the track, do some tailgating then enjoy the race.
 
I’ll have you home by five, and that will give you time to shower off the dirt and grit from the track and still get to bed around six.”
 
The excitement on his face was unmistakable.
 
This was what the guy wanted to do.

“Sounds fun.
 
What do I need to do?”

“Do you have a cooler?
 
Mine got destroyed.”

I laughed.
 
“Yes, I got one for my birthday a few years ago.
 
I’ve never used it.”

“I’ll run and grab some ice.
 
Make up some sandwiches and snacks.
 
I’ll grab the drinks, but pack a few sodas and some water.
 
It’s hot as hell so we’ll need to rehydrate.”
 
He kissed my forehead.
 
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“Yeah, it sounds fun.”
 
I smiled for reassurance.

“Good, because some of my friends will be there and they are, uh, a little rowdy sometimes.”

Hiding my anxiety I winked.
 
“…about time you quit hiding me from your friends.”

He started to say something but just smiled and left.
 

Okay, a race.
 
It was hot, so the blue jeans I was wearing wouldn’t work.
 
I ran into my room, changing into shorts and a red, white and blue halter with cute sandals to match.
 
Race fans were patriotic from what I saw on their bumper stickers.

I packed the cooler with sandwiches and snacks on one side, leaving the other side open for drinks.
 
John was back in no time with bottled drinks and ice.

“Can I bring my camera?” I asked.

“Only if you have a rope to go around your neck.
 
It’s easy to lose stuff there, especially if you have a few drinks.”

“John?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not going to be drinking and driving us, are you?”
 
I didn’t really want to be a downer.

“I’ll have a few beers, but honestly, I’ve never gotten a buzz at the race.
 
I sweat it all out as fast as I drink it and I’ll have a few bottles of water before I even get to the truck.
 
I promise, I would never drive you drunk.
 
If anything happened, I’d never forgive myself.”

John filled the cooler with his purchase and we loaded up his truck.
 
He already had chairs waiting for us in the back.

Drowsiness plagued me during the drive.
 
I had brought a thermos of coffee and drank as much of it as I could during the ride.

I slid in next to John, putting my head on his shoulder and hand on his thigh.
 
It felt cozy… then a thought occurred to me.
 
It was my first race, and I thought it was time for another first.
 
I took my hand from his thigh and slid it up to the bulge between his legs.
 
It immediately sprang to life at my touch.

“Would you look at that?”
 
I teased.

“Candy!
 
That’s not fair.”

I let my fingers walk up to the zipper of his cargo shorts and pulled.
 
While his erection was still bendable, I pulled it through the opening.

“Sir, I don’t believe we can live with this.
 
No, no this won’t do.
 
You can’t have an erection outside your shorts while driving.
 
You could get in serious trouble.”
 
I started stroking my hand up and down his shaft.

“Oh god,” he said glancing down at my hand.