Chapter 2: I Can Give You What You Want

The mini-bar, pool table, poker table, and stylishly comfortable couches made studying in our basement a never-going-to-happen event at night unless Morgan's sorority sisters needed a quiet place for a group study session. During the day, it was good for a few hours of social studying. Translation: I don't really want to study, but I will if there's nothing else to do. A couple of days after the comic book shop incident, I was having no luck in with the nothing else part.

I fell into a college major rather than choosing one. By picking classes most likely to accept bullshit as class work, i.e. 'Philosophy of Star Trek', 'Religion and Sci-Fi', 'Technology and Society', I managed to complete a major. Bullshit is used in the most endearing fashion, but I refuse to deny if a professor can be convinced to accept a paper on something other than his assigned subject, AFTER THE FACT, then I'm hip deep in it.

I was about ready to call the latest sorority sister suffering with lack-of-boyfrienditis when I heard the door to the basement open. Thank God!

"Hello, darling," Candice said. Dear God, by thanks I mean - You are the fucking man, dude!!! In case she might think I was studying and shouldn't be interrupted, I tossed the books aside.

"Are you studying?" Tragedy averted!

"No, I was just ... there's nobody here so I thought I'd get ahe ... Hmm ... I ... uhmm ... No, I wasn't studying."

"Good!" She slipped out of her shoes and kicked them over to me. "Morgan told me about the pool table down here and I wanted to give it a try."

Morgan? Pool table? Candice knew about the pool table; she'd even played a few games. Oh! Morgan, pool table!

Candice wore a short, white, puffy dress. It didn't have straps so I wondered about the mechanics of keeping it up. Maybe it wouldn't take much to get it off! The dress came down an inch past Candice's tushy. She smiled at me as she walked slowly past the couch to the pool cue stand. Her hands stroked the sticks before she made her selection. I adjusted for thickening.

"You cut your hair," I said. She walked around the pool table, running her fingers along the felt. The balls were racked. I got glimpses of pussy and ass with every step. Candice leaned back against the table. She ran her fingers up and down the tip of the cue stick. She closed her eyes and looked like she was going to kiss the stick. Smiling without opening her eyes, she shook her head. Pulling some of her hair to the front, she continued stroking the head of the cue stick.

"Do you like it?" she asked. "I know you love it long. With Michael hitting the terrible twos, I needed few things to be less maintenance."

"Michelle and Michael," I said with a smile.

"At least, it wasn't Eugene and Eugenia!" She laughed before turning around. Leaning down, she slammed the stick against the cue ball. Her ass pointed towards me; her pussy winked as Candice waited for the balls to come to a halt after her break. Years before, I would have stripped down to nothing, walked over, grabbed her hips, and slammed deep into Candice. There is something to be said for youth; there is also much to be said for the patience of experience. I stood up, stripped, and walked midway between the couches and pool table. Candice looked over her shoulder as I leaned against the wall. Her ass arched up as she stared at my hard dick.

She grabbed the eight ball and sat up on the edge of table with her feet hanging free. Her fingers stroked the stick again while she rolled the ball on the table using the palm of her other hand. Candice flipped her hair over her shoulder. When I took my eyes away from her exposed ass cheeks, her happy smile met my gaze. Candice pulled a strap from between her breasts and placed it carefully between her teeth.

"If that dress has straps, how exactly is it staying up?" I asked.

She leaned until her pussy showed. I had to remember someday to ask Candice or Morgan how they knew exactly the distance needed to exhibit the perfect amount of naked skin for that moment. Candice spun around so her ass pointed at me, posed for a second with a knowing smile. She knelt straight up, pushed her shoulders back and chest up. The dress fell down to her waist, exposing my favorite pair of breasts in the whole wide world. They were my first pair of breasts -- the first I saw, the first I touched, the first I sucked, the first I fucked. Candice was the first of all my firsts, making every part of her perfect. Candice stared at me as she grabbed the dress at her bellybutton and stepped down to the floor. I watched her breasts, exactly two handfuls in size, rise and fall with her breath. Her nipples hardened to points at the touch of my eyes.

"I remember when you couldn't wait," she whispered. Her hands moved to her hips. The dress fell to her pubic bone. She smiled at me, trying to tease me into going back to days I didn't wait. Her hands balled the dress upwards. She went up on her toes and took a step to the side. My eyes caressed her hips, like my tongue had what seemed thousands of times and I hoped would a few thousand times more.

"You were the one who taught me I had to be in control; every day, every hour, every second," I said. She shrugged and displayed her teeth in a feral smile. Time for a test! She turned around slowly and bent over the pool table. Her dress came down but stopped before fully exposing her pussy. How did the thing stay up? Oh! She was pinning the dress to the table with her thighs.

I thought about it for a second; it had been awhile, and there's failing and then there's failing. Candice gasped when the head of my dick touched her pussy lips. She would have turned her head to look at me, except I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back.

"Tavi!" There's failing and there's convincing the teacher the question has more than one right answer.

The point of my dick spread Candice's pussy open; I pushed in slowly, letting her feel each millimeter as I penetrated into her body. She was ready for me, warm and wet. Her head came back to relieve the pressure of my handgrip on her hair. I let it go and grabbed her hips. Just in time! She pushed back to speed the fucking into her depth, but my hands held her in place. Candice settled for aligning her bottom to the best angle of penetration. I kept forging inwards. It never quite was like that first time, but there were times it was better. This was one of those times.

"Too long," Candice whispered. I didn't know if she was complaining about how long I was taking or how long it had been. She had a family so I could not demand more of her time, more time to spend like this, no matter how much I wanted it. She exhaled when I hit bottom. I wanted to stay like that, fucked as deep into Candice as I could; I wanted to move; I wanted to cum; I wanted her to scream. So I stepped back, leaving her embrace completely.

Candice did not say anything or look at me. She straightened her body. I watched the dress flow down her legs to pool at her feet. She gave me a second to stare at her naked back before she climbed onto the pool table and turned around. She lay back on arms. Elevating and spreading her legs, she stared at me from between them. Her ass was on the edge of the table. Candice brought her left hand to her pussy and spread it open. Her finger dipped in, coming out wet. She meant too long since our last time together! Knowing she felt the same way made it easier and harder at the same time.