“I will. Thank you for everything. My birthday has already been like a dream.”
“Well, we realized that at any time soon, you could have your own career, your own family, and your own home. While you’re still here, we want you to have everything you desire. Maybe I’m being soft, but I guess it’s our bribery to keep you here a little longer.” My father said. “However, everything we have had fitted moves. The whole of the closet, the whole of the library. When and if you marry and move out, you can take them with you.”
I was even more dumbstruck. In fact, the whole of the morning felt surreal. I’d thought my parents were largely disinterested in my life and yet here they were celebrating my birthday. My gifts were amazing, and my Mom was allowing me to wear the dress I thought she’d make me change out of the minute she saw it.
I got ready for school and ran to the door when I heard a beep.
When I went outside, I’d thought it was strange that my parents followed me to the door.
Parked in front of the house was a Porsche Boxter RS60. Though able to drive, I’d never asked for a car as Jeff took me to school and I had a driver at my disposal the rest of the time. But here it was. Larissa and Jeff jumped out of his jeep parked in front, and she ran over to me hugging me towards her and squealing. “Happy birthday, BFF.”
“This is from you?” I shrieked.
“Well, of course, it’s from my parents, but on behalf of me. I have lots of other things for you too, but mainly I asked them for this because you need your own wheels, babe.” She leant over me and whispered, “Can’t have clandestine affairs with teachers if you have to tell the driver where you’re going.”
“Larissa!”
She winked.
“Okay, you’re driving yourself to school.” She threw the keys at me. “I’m ditching Jeff and riding shotgun. Let’s go.”
I ran around to the driver’s seat and threw my tote in the footwell. I stroked my hands down the all red interior. “I can’t believe you got me a car!”
Larissa jumped in, “I know, I’m amazing,” she giggled, and with a wave, at my parents, we were on our way to school.
School passed relatively quietly as other students were bringing their gifts to my party, though we gossiped non-stop about my presents received so far. What amused me was it was the Upper East Side, and a personal library was tame in comparison to some of my classmates own eighteenth birthday gifts: exclusive intimate concerts with top pop stars, some had been bought their own homes and islands. I hoped that although I was around ridiculous wealth, my main gift kept me grounded. Books travelled along every level of society. The gift of reading kept on giving. I vowed to do a fundraiser soon for people who were unable to read.
Julian had sat at my side at lunch and excitedly told me that I would love his gift.
While I was eating my lunch, my cell buzzed. It had been happening all day with messages arriving from family, and friends who couldn’t make the party but sent me their best wishes. I almost ignored it, but unopened texts and messages made me antsy, so I pulled it from my tote.
Unknown number: Happy birthday, Candy. I hope it brings you everything you have dreamed of. I want to give you my address. If you ever need me for anything, I’m here: 250 West 50th Street. P x
I threw it back in my tote like it was made of molten lava. I couldn’t deal with thoughts of Parker today.
I stood in front of the mirror and could hardly believe my reflection. The dress I had purchased had a skin tone colored lining, making it appear I was naked below the fine lacy silver spun overlay. It had a sweetheart neckline, sleeves that tapered out to a slight flare at the wrist and it fit me like a glove down to my feet where again it flared out slightly. The elasticity of the outfit meant that it moved with me and wasn’t difficult to move around in. The silver overlay was a fretwork of feathers; it had reminded me of a pen quill when I had seen it. My hair had been straightened, pulled back behind one ear and waved to emulate a movie star style from the olden days. I had smoky eyes, outlined with black kohl; and fake eyelashes and a red lip completed the look. For jewelry, it had been kept simple with my bangle, and a jeweled clip that held the side of my hair back. The stylist felt the dress was enough of a jewel. My feet were encased in Badgley Mischka crystal embellished sandals, and I had a small black purse containing only my car keys and my cell. I wasn’t sure why I’d even bothered with a purse, but I didn’t feel complete without one.
When my father saw me, he spluttered and told my mother I needed to get changed. She’d had to get a scotch organized for him to calm down his raised blood pressure.
The party progressed without a hitch. Every element organized to perfection. There was a well-known DJ entertaining the dance floor and magicians brought in from Las Vegas worked the seated crowds.
Julian arrived with his parents. An only child, his father was also a politician, though less prominent than my own, and his mother an ex-beauty queen. They walked over to where I stood with my parents.
Julian’s eyes almost bulged out of his sockets when he saw me. His mother swept in to kiss both of my cheeks, and his father shook my hand. Then they did the same with my parents.
“Meghan, you look beautiful as ever.” My mother exchanged pleasantries.
“Thanks, Irena, but I feel old and relegated to the shadows next to this exquisite creature.” She gestured toward me. “Julian, darling, please give our gift to Candy.”
“Oh, yes, here.” Julian handed me a glittery silver envelope. I opened it and extracted three tickets to a ballet performance next week.
“For you and your parents. In our box, of course.”
“Oh, thank you so much, that’s very generous,” I said courteously. I had zero interest in ballet, but it was a lovely gesture.
“We’d be honored to join you there,” My mother replied.
“Well, with these two dating, we should get to know each other. You never know we could be organizing an engagement party next.”
I looked in horror at Julian. We’d only had one date, but he looked from his parents to my own and smiled.
“I would be very fortunate if that should happen in the future.” He said. “Now, if it’s okay with you I’d like to take my girl onto the dance floor.”
I danced with Julian, though I was frustrated about what had just occurred. Then I began to calm as I guessed he was under pressure from his parents. I also danced with Larissa and Jeff, and other friends. The night went on, and I noticed Julian appeared a little off. He became a little cocky and seemed too relaxed.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“I’m amazing, babe.” He replied. “I have the most beautiful woman here on my arm. I’m a little overheated though, shall we go outside for a while?”
“Is there an outside?” I asked him. I’d not noticed one either when visiting the venue or since I’d been here.
“Yes, it’s on the next floor up. The views from there are amazing. Come with me; I’ll show you.”
I followed him out, also ready for some fresh air. We went up in the elevator, but he pressed the button for the tenth floor instead.
“What-?” I started.
“It’s the rest of your surprise. The terrace is in our private room. I have a table set out, but that’s all I’m telling you. Your parents know about it.”
“Oh,” I exhaled. He must have set up a candlelit dinner. It was a little crazy to have done it the same night as the party, but I guess he thought he was being romantic.
I followed him into the room. The minute we got inside before a light was even switched on, I was pushed against the wall, and he smashed his mouth into mine pushing his tongue inside. I tasted scotch, and I knew then he’d been drinking. That was why he’d seemed different. I pushed him away. “Have you been drinking?”
He went into his pocket, and as he did, I switched on the light. It bathed the hotel room in an orange glow, and I noticed right away that there was no balcony and no candlelit dinner.
He held up a silver hipflask. “Care to join me?” Then he shook it. “Oh dear, I appear to have drunk it dry. Never mind, we can get some later.” He went over to the bed and patted it. “Come here.”
I stood with my hand on my hip. “I don’t think so, Julian.”
He stood back up, his words slurring. “What? Don't you think you’re good enough for me? We have it all planned you know. I’m going to run for senator someday, and I’ll need a beautiful wife on my arm. That’s going to be you if you play your cards right. Daughter of the great Art and Irena Appleton, with all those contacts. You’re perfect. Now get over here and let’s seal the deal.”
I ran to the door, but he got there before I could open it. “Not so fast, sweetheart. This pussy is mine.” His hand went straight to my most private area, and I winced as he cupped me there through my clothes. However, a drunken Julian was no match for my knee, and I kicked him in the balls. While he was crumpled up, I ran from the room. I went straight for the stairs, not waiting on the off chance that he came out of the room and found me before I could escape. I pulled off my sandals and ran down twenty flights of stairs. I didn’t want to go back to my party. I didn’t want to face my parents, his parents, not even Larissa. How would I explain that I willingly went to a room with him?
I walked as fast as I could out of the hotel, and the doorman instantly got me into a waiting cab. I scrambled for my cell, opened the message from Parker and gave the cab driver the address. I hoped he had cash on him to pay for my cab because I had none.
I sent a message to my mother saying an emergency had come up and I’d had to leave my party. She quickly responded back with a get the hell back here and where was I, but I ignored it. Instead, I texted Parker.
Candy: Please tell me you’re there. I’m on my way. I have no money for the cab I’m in.
He replied instantly.
Parker: I’m here. I’ll wait at the curb. What happened? I thought it was your party?
Candy: I can’t explain right now. I’m just happy you’re there.
Next, I sent a text to Larissa saying briefly what had happened and to cover for me, to tell my mom I’d booked into a hotel. That I was going to Parker’s and I’d be in touch. I slammed my cell into my bag, and with a heavy swallow, I made polite conversation with the cab driver and pretended that my boyfriend hadn’t just attacked me, and I wasn’t on my way to my teacher’s house to fall into his arms in tears.
Chapter 9
Candy
Parker walked to the cab driver, paid my fare and then opened my cab door. I went straight into his arms. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing and carried me up a few stairs and into a hallway then through to his apartment. He placed me down on my feet, and I looked around. My eyes took in where he lived – a studio apartment. His double bed in one corner, a couch in another, a small kitchenette in another. There was an open doorway around which corner I guessed was the bathroom. I’d never thought about where he’d live. It was small, yes. In fact, my bedroom wasn’t much smaller than his whole apartment, but it had one amazing thing about it. It had Parker in it.
“Tell me what happened to you.” He led me over to the couch, and I sat down.”
I told him everything Julian had done.
“I’ll kill him.”
“No.” I shook my head. My cell went off again, and I removed it from my purse, switched it off and placed it back again.
“Do you think that’s wise?” Parker asked.
I looked at him. “All my mother is bothered about right now, is the embarrassment that the star guest left her birthday party. Julian was wasted. I have no doubt that in his own clumsy way he was trying to seduce me.” I smirked. “His parents talked about us getting married one day. We’d been on one date. A double date. How ridiculous is that?”
Parker’s jaw tightened.
“He even said that to me when he tried it on. We should seal the deal.” I placed a hand over my mouth. “He was never that into me in the first place, was he? I bet his parents told me I’d make a good trophy wife. He was probably ordered to take me out. I mean someone had to pay for that hotel room, and I don’t see how it would have been Julian unless he used his parents’ details.”
“Do you want a glass of water or anything?” Parker asked.
“Parker.” I looked up at him as tears began to fill my eyes. “I want you. Tonight, Julian, he-, he could have taken away the one precious thing I have to give. Something I’ve waited to give to the right man.”
“You-. You’re a virgin?” He asked, his voice gruff.
I nodded.
“Candy.” He stood up and paced slightly. I could see the torment etched into his features, into the edges at the corner of his eyes that crinkled as he thought.
I stood up and reached around and started to lower the zipper on the back of my dress. I then reached a different way as I pulled it down until the dress dropped to my feet in a pool of shimmer. The dress could not be worn with underwear. I was now naked in front of Parker Newell.
His eyes hooded and his gaze darkened. “You looked beautiful tonight in that dress.” He paced towards me, “but nowhere near as beautiful as you look now.”
His hand went up to my hair, and he unclasped the clip that held half of it back. My hair fell forward over his hand. “If you want me to stop at any time, just say so.” He told me. “Because I’m doing this, Candy. I can’t stop myself.”
He lifted me once more and laid me down on his bed then he moved over the top of me. He was wearing a tee and jeans. I helped him to take off his shirt, pulling it over his head as he lifted his arms. I ran my hands over his body, not believing that we were here. His skin was soft and warm to my touch, but he shivered as I trailed my fingers down his chest, as I felt every muscle. His lips found mine, and he kissed me, softly at first and then with an urgency, a hardness, that I answered with my own fierce kisses. I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me. I’d never felt so sure of anything in my life. He moved down lower and took one of my breasts in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and gently sucking. I could feel it in my core, feel my juices run. He swapped to the other breast and gave it the same attention. Then he trailed his tongue down my stomach. I writhed under his touch. Sometimes it tickled and made me buck more.
He positioned himself between my thighs, and I felt his warm breath at the juncture of my pussy. Oh, my God, was he going to lick me there? I’d read about it oh so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for when his tongue licked up my slit. I shouted out “Oh my God,” and thrust my hips up to meet his tongue. He raised his head up from my thighs and winked at me. “Do you like that, Candy?”
“Yes,” I told him.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Parker. Stop talking, please lick my pussy again.” I begged.
With a smirk, his head disappeared back between my legs, but this time he sucked the whole of my clit into his mouth. It felt so, so good. He carried on sucking my clit, licking up my slit and at one point entered my pussy with his tongue. I could feel sensations swirling around my center, and I thrashed against his mouth. Then his tongue went back to my nub, and he flicked it rapidly. Everything focused on that one tiny pleasure point. I erupted over his face, shiver after shiver against his mouth as I rocked. I came down, lying out on the bed as if I’d had fifteen massages in a row. All the tension from what had occurred at my party was gone. Where usually after an orgasm from my own hand I felt shame, now I just craved more. I wanted to feel him inside me. As if reading my mind, Parker moved back up the bed. “Candy, it will feel uncomfortable this time. I’ll be gentle, but you need to know that however this feels, there’s a reason people love sex. We’ll get there, but let’s get your cherry popped.”
I laughed as he said that and as I did he pushed his cock into me.
I took a large breath as I felt tense.
“Relax around me, baby.” He took my hand in his and guided it between our legs. “Feel.
I only have the tip in. We’re going slow, okay? If you want to stop, just say so.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Look right at me, into my eyes as we do this, Candy. Now try to relax.”
I looked at him, and all I saw was respect and well, sheer and utter horniness. Parker wanted me. It was written all over his face.
“You want me,” I said out loud.
“So damn much it’s almost driven me insane.” He replied.
I relaxed and as I did Parker pushed further into me. I could tell he’d met resistance.
“Here we are, Candy. Ready?”
“Yes.”
He pushed further, and I winced a little as I felt a brief amount of pain, and then he slid further inside. There was a feeling then of both pain and pleasure. I felt full. Parker moved slowly, and as the minutes passed, I became accustomed to the new sensations. His pace quickened after a few minutes and then his body tightened before he grunted and I felt a warm gush within me.
He’d come. Parker had cum inside me. We’d done it. I was no longer a virgin. It had been okay but not like anything I’d ever read about in a book. I knew Parker said it got better but I reminded myself it was fiction.
“Are you okay?” He said to me gently.
“I am.” I smiled up at him.
“Oh, Candy. My beautiful, innocent, Candy.” He said. “I just made love to you pretty girl, but when you’re recovered and feeling ready for me, I am going to fuck you so damn hard you will see stars.”
I gasped. The dirty talk was like in my books, and I felt myself get wet again.
Parker lifted himself from the bed, and I admired his naked ass as he walked toward his bathroom. A few minutes later he returned with a wash cloth, and he wiped between my legs. I saw the cherry red stain that confirmed my virginity was no more. Then Parker gathered me into his arms, “Happy birthday beautiful woman.” I snuggled deeper into him, and we slept for a while.
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