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His fingers slid under the edge of my silky, lace panties and I gasped as he trailed a finger tip through my slick, warm heat.
“So wet, you want me.”
“I do, I want you so, so much.”
His fingers delved and teased, tickling and tapping my sensitive bud one minute and then entering me the next. I groaned as I felt his digits inside me twisting, seeking out my orgasm. He plunged his fingers in and out of me, while his thumb flicked across my nub.
“Come for me, Candy. Come for me.”
“I want you. I need to feel you inside me. Let me do this.”
I pulled down his pants and released his shaft. It was huge. In my daydream, there was no virginity, no pain. I took charge. We moved until I was sitting astride him and then I lowered myself onto his cock, filling myself up.
“Oh, Candy. Oh, Christ. You fit me like a glove. I’m not going to last long.”
I held onto his shoulders and stared into his eyes as I rode him. Up and down, round and round, until I felt us heading towards our glorious climaxes.
“Fuck, Candy, I’m gonna blow.” Parker held on tightly to my hips as he thrust upwards hard and then I lost it, spasming around his glorious cock.
And then I realized where I was. In my bedroom at home, the book long since was thrown to the side on my bedcovers. My panties were down, my fingers inside myself as I recovered from the strongest climax I’d ever given myself. One of my breasts was outside of my bra. I quickly pulled my hand away and pulled my bra cup back up. My face heated. Oh, my God, it had all seemed so real. How was I going to face him now, after imagining that had happened between us?
I headed for my shower, to wash away the guilt and shame that had overcome me at my wanton behavior. There was only one thing I could do, and that was to get a date my age. It was time to see if Julian Murphy did like me and wanted to take me to prom because something needed to come along to redirect my mind and fast. I’d throw myself into dating the jock and concentrating on my birthday party and prom. Maybe I needed to stop the extra tutoring I considered, as I soaped myself up with Molton Brown Vanilla and Violet shower gel. But I dismissed the thought. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. He couldn’t be mine, but I’d value that time I got to spend with him learning more about my favorite subject every week. I was talking about the subject of English, wasn’t I?
Chapter 4
Candy
The next morning I headed down for breakfast. My parents were not rushing around for once, though my father’s head was behind a business newspaper and lowered just long enough for him to tell me ‘good morning.'
My mom patted the seat next to her as if I ever sat anywhere else.
“Now, Candace. I’ve been doing some planning for your eighteenth. I’ve booked the top floor of The Norton Hotel. Or rather, the planner I have secured for the event has. She’ll be coming to see us this evening, so if you can be in around seven tonight, we’ll talk menus and
themes, though I think themes are rather vulgar and we should just keep everything classy. I certainly want no mention of Belle or getting books as presents. Goodness, Candace. You’ll be gifted jewelry not scraps of paper.”
“Mother,” I shouted. “That’s not what I want.”
My father dropped his newspaper down again. “Now be a good girl, Candy. Your mom knows exactly how to throw a party, and with her eye for design it will be beautiful.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” I told him, picking up a glass of orange juice in one hand and a croissant on a plate in the other. “It would just be nice to have my voice heard once in a while.”
“Oh, these teenagers, they think they know it all.” My mom smiled at my father before turning to me. “One day you’ll thank me for not allowing you to embarrass yourself. The photos of the event will be around for the rest of your life you know.”
“Mom. I won’t be attending this evening. I’m going to the movies after school. You arrange everything with the planner and just let me know where to show up. If you’re interested in knowing who I’d like to invite, then please ask though I’m sure you’ve already drawn up a list. Then if you could arrange for me to be measured and get me whichever dresses you think would be suitable, I’ll just show up like the good little puppet I am.”
“Oh darling, you are overreacting.”
“Am I? I’m going back to my room. You’re only interested in what everyone else will think, not about me.”
“Candace. You will not speak to your mother like that. We always want what is best for you. Apologize at once.”
Though I wanted to smash every item at the table, I knew no good would come of it. I just needed to count down the days until I could escape attending college.
“I’m sorry, mother. I know you only have my best interests at heart.”
Then I left the room with my glass of orange juice, and my croissant, only eating because I didn’t want to pass out at school. I was tired of being treated like a damn child. Somehow, and I didn’t know how I’d do it yet, I needed people to see me as the adult I was close to becoming.
I went up to my room and ate my breakfast before getting ready, and then I waited for Larissa to text. She was waiting at the curb with Jeff.
