Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (13 page)

I undid my seat belt and slid down, wrapping my lips around the tip of his now throbbing erection.
 
He gasped when he entered my mouth.

“Wait.
 
I can’t drive like this.”
 

I heard the blinkers clicking as he pulled over.

“Windows are tinted, but please hurry.”

That was all I needed.
 
I quickly went to work sucking and licking the top, while stroking the shaft.
 
John’s hand was now firmly on the back of my head, urging me to take more of him in my mouth.
 
His moans encouraged me as I increased the speed of the stroking.
 
I withdrew him from my mouth and rolled my tongue across the top.

“Candy, please!
 
Please finish me off,” he begged.
 
He was now thrusting upward, cramming his erection as close to the back of my throat as he could get.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he released into my mouth.
 

I could hear him panting as I grabbed a napkin from the center console to clean everything up.
 
I tucked him quickly back into his pants.

“I’m going to catch hell for this,” he said.
 
I looked in the rearview to see three cars pulled in behind us.

“Who is that?”
 
I eyed the cars in the mirror.
 
“Those aren’t police cars.”

John laughed.
 
“Candy, I told you there was a group of us going.”
 
He ran his fingers through his hair before putting the truck in drive.
 
“Those are my friends following us.”

“They didn’t see why you pulled over?”
 
My face was red hot with embarrassment.

“That’s why I said I’m going to catch hell.
 
My buddy walked up to the truck to see if I needed help.
 
He got an eyeful.”

I sank a little lower in my seat.
 
“Wonderful.”

He laughed.
 
“I can think of worse things to be teased about.”

“I can see why you’d think that from your perspective.
 
But you can brag about getting some road head.
 
Being the giver of such isn’t exactly worthy of bragging rights.”
 
I chewed the bottom of my lip as I stared at the cars behind us in the side mirror.

My stomach twisted in an awful knot.
 
I was about to meet a group of his friends and their first impression of me was that I was a crazed knob gobbler who endangered everyone on the road to give her boyfriend a blow job.

“Relax, Candy.
 
My friends are cool.
 
If anything, they’re certain that you’re not uptight.
 
Now, we’re almost there.
 
Take a deep breath.
 
We’re about to have some fun.”
 
We pulled into a large grassy parking lot and once we were ushered to a spot I took a deep breath.

“Out of the pan and into the fire!”
 
I chuckled.

We started unloading the truck, pulling out our cooler and folding chairs.

“Johnny Boy!” An enormous man wearing an M&M shirt slapped John hard on the back.
 
“Lookin’ good buddy!”

John gave the guy a big man-hug.
 
“Mikey!
 
Good to see you!”
 
John put the tailgate down and took a seat.
 
Reaching in the cooler, he pulled out a beer for himself and handed me a Smirnoff Cherry-Lime.
 
I gave him an approving smile.

“And this must be your girlfriend you keep hiding.”
 
He stuck his hand out, which closely resembled a baseball glove.
 

Slightly worried he might crush my hand, I stuck it out.
 
“Candy.
 
Nice to meet you.”
 
Much to my delight, he gave me a gentle squeeze and shook my hand.

“Great work back there on the interstate.”

“Mike!”
 
John slugged him in the shoulder.

“Sorry.
 
Just sayin’.”

I wanted to crawl under the truck.

“Candy, I’m Shelly, Mike’s unfortunate other half.”
 
I didn’t even know anyone was standing behind me.

“Hi, Shelly.”
 
She was cute as hell, her blonde hair up in a high pony tail, wearing stretchy pink shorts and a matching top sporting a driver’s name.
 

“Mike, get the damn grill out of the truck and stop humiliating John’s date,” she yelled.

“Yes ma’am.”
 
Mike put his head down and started walking to their truck.
 
Shelly smacked his ass as he passed her.

It was the craziest thing I ever saw, a woman who only weighed a hundred a ten pounds maximum, bossing around a man who had to top around three hundred pounds.

“You guys bring food?” she asked.

“I packed some sandwiches and chips.”

“Well, keep it in your cooler.
 
I packed enough for a small football team.”
 
She patted my ass before she walked away.
 
Hello to you too.

John was on his cell, standing in the bed of his truck looking around and waving his arm high in the air.

“Hey Mike!
 
Dave, Jackie and Jordan are walking this way.
 
Where’s the super soaker?”
 
He jumped out of his truck and ran over to Mike.

Mike handed him a huge water gun.
 
John crouched down behind the bed of Mike’s truck.
 
I saw two guys and a girl walking toward us.
 
Both guys were dragging coolers behind them with one arm and bag chairs under their other arm.
 
Were all John’s friends former football players?
 
These guys looked like they could do a calendar.
 
I tried not to look toward John at all and give him away, so I turned my back toward him.

The woman immediately screamed and John attacked the three with the water gun.
 
They all stood in shock for a second, then the two guys tackled John and took the water gun away.
 
They held him back and let the woman empty the contents of the water gun on him.

“You bastard!
 
Do you know how long it took me to get ready!” the woman squealed.

John, still laughing started yelling uncle as they began pouring ice down his pants.

After digging all the ice out of his underwear, John pulled his t-shirt off.
 
I found myself very happy that they had overcome him and attacked him with the water gun.

“Come on guys, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
 
The three followed John over to our tailgating area.
 
“This is my girl, Candy.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.”
 
I said, shaking all their hands.

“I’m Jordan,” the woman held her hand out.
 
“This is Dave and this is Jack.”
 
She pointed out the two large men behind her.

Shelly had an entire large cooler full of food that she was pulling out and filling up the tailgates of the two trucks.
 

“Would you like some help?” I asked.

“Hell, I never get help.
 
You can bet your ass I’ll take it.
 
Take this grill set over to Mike and this Ziploc bag full of spices.”
 
She nodded toward her husband.

“Dammit girl!
 
Stop helping or Shelly’s gonna start barkin’ orders at all of us.”
 
Mike laughed as he took the items from me.

“Leave her be Michael!
 
It’s nice to get some help this time.”
 
Shelly was waving her finger at him.

“I’d better get back over there,” I said smiling.
 

“Good girl, now drag that cooler over to that big oaf.
 
It’s got all the meat in it.
 
It has wheels so you should be able to do it.”

Nodding I grabbed one end of the cooler and pulled it over toward John’s truck.

“Here, take your drink.
  
Shelly’s gonna have you busy for a while.”
 
Mike handed me my drink.
 

“Hey, if she’s tough enough to boss you around, I’m gonna be on my best behavior.”
 
I winked at him, kissed John on the cheek and went back to Shelly.

“You two sure are cute together.
 
John’s smiling more now than I’ve ever seen him smile.”
 
Shelly pulled a big brown bag from the back seat of the truck and handed it to me.

I could see John and the other two guys setting up a tent
 
that had tarps hanging down on the sides offering much needed shade from the sun that now seemed so hot, it was stinging my skin.

“He’s a heck of a guy.”
 
What else was I going to say?
 
I was starting to feel in love with him, but wasn’t ready to paint the sky with professions of my affections.
 
I didn’t really want to divulge how our relationship started.

Jordan was sitting between the two guys she walked up with.
 
They were all visiting while Mike cooked.

We started unpacking the bags that had plates, plastic ware and cups.
 
The two truck beds were now covered in food and ready for the strangest buffet I had ever been a part of.

“Alright, it’s our turn to sit on our asses.”
 
She hooked her arm in mine and guided me the few feet over where John had a chair all set up and another drink waiting.

“Food smells good,” I said.

“So whose your driver?” Dave asked.

“Driver?”

“She’s never been to a race before.”
 
John smacked Dave’s arm.
 
“So back off.”

“Well at least she’s not a Jimmy’s-a-Johnson fan.”
 
He teased.

I was confused.

“Shut it dude!
 
You’re a fan of Kins-ass!
 
You got no room to talk.”
 
Jordan was teasing.

“Come on, Candy-cane just wants to be a real boy.”
 
John teased Jordan.

I was beginning to feel left out of the friendly banter about their drivers.
 
I’m sure that the nicknames would have been funny had I any idea who they were talking about.
 
So I turned my attention toward Jordan.
 
I wondered which guy she was with.
 
She was relatively attractive and filled out her jean shorts nicely, but had the largest chest I had ever seen on a person in real life.
 
He had her curly black hair up in a baseball hat.
 

But she didn’t lean more toward one guy or the other.
 
Nor did she pay either one more attention.
 
Maybe she wasn’t dating either.
 
More importantly, why was I spending so much brain power on this?
 
Oh, that’s right…the conversation was all about a topic I could not add to.

“Candy!”
 
John’s voice was loud but not angry.

“I’m sorry.
 
What?”
 
I shook my head.

“Where were you just now?”
 
John squeezed my hand.

“Just thinking about work.”
 
Lie!
 
Why did I lie?

He gave me an eyebrow raise.
 
He knew I was lying, but smiled anyway.
 
Everyone was quiet.

Awkward.

“All this race talk, she was probably zoning out,” Jordan said winking at me.
 
“You all bore me to death with it all the time.”
 
She turned and tapped Jack with the back of her hand.
 
“Grab the shots.”

Shots?
 
It was ten in the morning.