Candice rolled her eyes at her friend and then answered the call.
“Hey, Alex!”
“So, I’ll be in town this weekend. Clae, my son, has a hockey game. I was thinking that we could get together.”
“I’d like that.”
“Saturday?”
“Sure. What time?” Candice replied.
“Well, he plays right down town at the rink near 14th Street. You know the place?”
“It’s next to the Fox Theatre, right?”
“You got it,” Alex said. “Let’s meet around there at 8 p.m. I’m going to stay at the Marriot downtown.”
“Awesome. I’ll see you soon.”
“See you soon,” Alex said.
“Ooooh, someone has a date with an older man,” Tiffany said with a smile. “Are you gonna call him daddy?”
“Shut up!!” Candice said with a smile. She lightly slapped her friend and took the last bite of her sandwich.
Chapter 5
The next few days passed quickly for Candice and soon enough the weekend had arrived. She tried to get Tiffany to go out for drinks on Friday but she said she had to start exercising. So Candice did what any other fun-loving twenty-something would do on a Friday night: she ordered take out and watched Netflix.
Having gone through all the Home Alone series and having been appalled by the narrow-mindedness of the 80s she found via John Hughes’s Sixteen Candles, Candice decided she would watch The Goonies.
She was halfway through the movie when she started getting Facebook notifications. Mitch had started a new account and was harassing her friends and posting on her wall.
She’s an abortionist, he’d written on her mom’s Facebook wall. Underneath his post her mom asked how to delete his post.
Baby killer! Baby killah, he’d written on her dad’s Facebook page. Underneath the post her mom again asked how to delete the post.
Candice called up her father.
“Dad?” she said.
“Oh, hey, Candice. How are you? What’s this all about on Facebook? I don’t use it much, but your sister said something to me about someone posting something on my wall. Your mother has been getting weird messages too. Who is this Mitch character? What exactly is going on?”
“He’s some guy I dated,” Candice said. “If you could call it that.”
“Why is he calling you a baby killer?”
“I got pregnant. I didn’t want to have the baby. I’m not ready for a child.”
“Having children is hard,” her father said softly. “I’m not sure your mother and I were ready for you and your sister to be honest. Things were different then, though.”
“I’m sorry you had to deal with this, Dad.”
“Whatever. Screw this shithead,” her dad said. “He seems like a real loser. Who goes around and posts shit like this on parents’ Facebook accounts? Doesn’t he know how old we are and how irrelevant this seems to us?”
“You’re funny, Dad.”
“Did I tell you about my brief stint as a comedian?”
“No.”
“Well, it’s not a very funny story. Anyway, sorry about all this. Your mother wants to know how to delete the messages.”
“It’s pretty easy you just go to the top of the message and click in the upper right hand corner. There should be a box that drops down so you can delete it. You’ll also want to block him.”
“You can block people on Facebook?” her father asked.
“Yeah, of course you can,” Candice replied.
“Oh, that’s wonderful. I’ll block him and afterwards, I’ll block your uncle. He is always posting motivational quotes and exercise videos. I only log in once a month and all I see is his saggy butt in spandex talking about how life is 10% of what happens to us and 90% of our reactions. Drives me freaking insane!”
“You’re a riot, Dad.”
“Glad I can still sway a crowd. Oh, Alex said he was going to come up to Oakland for Clae’s hockey game.”
Candice blushed into the phone. She didn’t know how much, if anything, Alex had said to her dad about their liaison.
“Yeah. We might meet up for coffee,” she said.
“Sounds good. Real solid guy, that Alex. Anyways, you have a good weekend. I’m off to block your uncle. Sorry about this Facebook twat,” her father said.
“Thanks, Dad. Love you.”
“Love you too!”
Candice put down her phone and walked outside. She wanted to scream. Mitch was fucking up her life. She didn’t know what to do. She debated whether to send Facebook a message, but they were notorious for being indifferent to online harassment, and she realized that little could be done.
It was dark out. Candice looked up and could see a few stars in the sky. When she was younger, she and her father used to look at the constellations. She’d memorized where all the different planets were and could always find the North Star. She’d forgotten where some of the stars were, but she still liked looking up at them. It reminded her of how big the world was, and how small and insignificant her problems really were.
Candice sat on her front steps for half an hour, and then went back inside. She watched the rest of the movie and felt a little cathartic relief when everything ended happily ever after. She went to bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
***
The next morning, she decided she would go on a run again. This time she ran towards the downtown area. The course that she made wasn’t straight, and so she ran aimlessly through the town. She ended up outside the ice rink. Some of the kids were walking inside getting ready for the game. She didn’t see Alex, nor did she see Clae. She didn’t really know what he looked like, but she watched as the children went inside with their heavy bags and sticks.
She ran back to her house, and on the way turned the volume up on her phone. Candice liked listening to music when she ran. She usually listened to pop music. There was something comforting about having Britney Spears blasting in her ears as she made her way back home.
When she got home, she showered and cleaned her apartment. She had some time to kill before meeting up with Alex so she started to read a new book. She got most of the way through Joan Didion’s Play it as it Lays, when she realized that she should get ready to meet Alex.
She took an Uber downtown. She was a little early to their date so she went to Dogwood, a nearby bar where she ordered a martini. The bar was full of white-collar office workers and techies.
“Did you hear about Uber coming in?” a particularly pasty looking man said to a rotund red-faced friend.
“That was ages ago,” the red faced man said. “There are people trying to block it. Can’t stand progress.”
Candice rolled her eyes and sipped her cocktail. She’d been on a vodka martini kick. When she had gin martinis, they were too herbal. It was like drinking an ice cube straight from and evergreen forest. Olive martinis created a saltier flavor. The brine of the olives covered the alcohol in the vodka on the front, but at the end of each sip Candice could still tell she was having liquor. The vodka came out. She took one of the cocktail olives off its skewer and put it in her mouth. She rolled the small ball around and then crunched down on it. It tasted richer than the cocktail and she enjoyed the delicate flavor of the vodka on the vegetable. She closed her eyes as she ate the olive.
“Am I disturbing something?” she heard a voice say. Candice opened her eyes and there was Alex. He was dressed in a button-down shirt and chinos. His shoes were as black and dark as his eyes. He smiled widely, and Candice felt herself melt a little.
“No. You’re right on time,” Candice replied. She closed her eyes again and kissed Alex. She wondered if he could taste the brine of the martini on her lips.
Alex ordered an Old Fashioned from the bartender. Candice tried it. It was sweet and richer than her drink. Alex took a sip as well, and then sat next to Candice at the bar. The two faced a row of bottles. Behind them there were a few long tables. Candice could still hear the tech
workers talking about different start-ups and JavaScript.
She’d come to the date dressed well. She wore a cocktail dress that she’d bought a few months ago when she went with Tiffany to a wedding reception as her friend’s plus one. Everyone had complimented her on the outfit. The dress had a keyhole back, a high halter neck and was sleeveless. The lace of the dress covered the top of her breasts but her cleavage still peaked out. A light ribbon for a belt wound around the upper part of her waist to add a visual curve to her body. The dress was dark black, and the pencil cut of it exposed her legs to her advantage.
“I’m glad. Sorry if I’m a little late. Clae lost his hockey game today. He was a bit upset. He cried a little. Kids get really wound up about things,” he said.
“Did he do well?”
“Yeah, he actually did. Better than his last game. He was able to score twice which was twice more than last time. He also looked better in his skates. He has been practicing a lot. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
“You never played hockey?”
“Nope,” Alex said. “Too much rough and tumble for me. He grew up in L.A. and I don’t know where he got the idea of playing hockey. His mom isn’t from Canada.”
“Where is she from?”
“She’s from Miami, her parents immigrated there from Thailand. We met a while ago on a set. She was working as well. We hit it off and got married and then things faded. We tried to make it work. It was a good run for sure but we couldn’t do it. We thought it’d be best if we split,” he said.
“I’m sorry.”
“It happens. Sometimes things work out, sometimes they don’t. What about you? Are you married? Is there a jealous husband waiting around the corner ready to ambush me that I should be worried about?”
“No. No. No,” Candice said with a laugh. “I have dated here and there, just got out of something weird with a guy, but I just haven’t met anyone that I’ve really connected with, you know.”
“It can be tough. There are so many variables to dating. It’s attraction, then comfort, then also there is convenience. I mean even if someone is the love of my life how am I going to spend time with them if they live in Antarctica?” Alex said.
“I thought you had a second home in the South Pole.”
“No, no. It’s actually a condo in the north. Well to be honest it’s more of a time-share slash Airbnb type thing. I only get it for a couple weeks every year. Nothing really to brag about,” Alex said.
Candice smiled and took a sip of her cocktail. She liked talking to Alex. He was clever and engaging. She felt like he was listening to her.
The two talked for a while and both ordered a second drink: another martini for Candice, a whiskey on the rocks for Alex. The two talked about Clae, Alex’s only child, and Candice’s career. Alex didn’t impose but instead let her vent some of her frustrations about being a copywriter. He asked her questions that made her know that he was listening.
When the second cocktail was done, Candice was more than ready to go home… with him.
Chapter 6
The two walked the few blocks to the Marriott downtown. It seemed like it took forever to get up into the room.
Alex unlocked the door and Candice walked into the middle of it. She sat on the bed and watched as Alex walked over to her. He kicked off his shoes and kissed her on the mouth.
“You know what my favorite way to cum is?” Candice whispered. She’d taken her mouth off his and kissed him gently by the ear. “With a tongue licking me.”
Without waiting any longer Alex pushed her on her back. He pulled down her panties to reveal her glistening pussy. Candice was wet with anticipation. Alex lingered for a moment before kissing her thighs. He kissed all over and Candice felt white hot.
“Lick me,” she said.
Alex complied and gently licked her slit. He went from bottom to top and then slid back down again. He repeated the motion countless times and each time Candice could feel herself get wetter. He flicked her hard clit with each stroke and Candice’s moans grew in intensity as he continued to lick her up and down. Soon her body was starting to tremble.
“I’m going to cum! Don’t stop!” Candice commanded.
She was petting the top of Alex’s hair and massaging the head that lapped at her. Her body began to convulse as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Candice let go of Alex’s head and collapsed backwards onto the bed.
“My goodness! That was so good,” she said. Her face was flushed.
Alex lay down next to her. He let his fingers drift over her body. She was still clad in her lacey dress and Candice could feel the soft fabric rub up against her nipples when he stroked her breasts.
“Let me catch my breath,” Candice said.
“Take your time,” Alex said with a laugh.
Candice took a big gulp of air. “Now…” she said. “It’s your turn.”
Candice rolled over and pulled down Alex’s pants. He pulled up his shirt and tossed it to the side. His cock was hard and precum was oozing out of it already. She pushed him onto his back and her tongue began to swirl around the head of his manhood. After a moment, she plunged her mouth down his cock. The head of his hardness hit the back of her throat and she pulled back. A trail of her saliva ran down it mixing with the pre cum. She slowed herself down and licked from the base of his shaft to the top. Candice squeezed the head and more precum leaked out.
“Fuck…” Alex said. He could feel his balls begin to tighten with the mounting pressure of an ejaculation. “I have to get inside you.”
She unzipped her dress and tossed it to the side. She was now totally naked in front of Alex. He pushed her on her back and then flipped her over.
“It’s been too long,” Alex said. “I’ve been thinking about you since the last time.”
“Hmmm… me too,” Candice said. She pushed her ass back towards Alex. “I want you to fuck me…”
Alex lined up his hard cock in front of her wet pussy and slowly pushed himself in. Her cunt contracted around his shaft, squeezing it as he went in. He felt himself push up against her cervix. He pulled it out and smacked her ass with his erection.
“Do you like that?” Alex asked playfully. He spanked Candice’s ass with his hand this time.
“Fuck me, daddy!” Candice begged. “Spank me!”
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Candice. You’ve left me so hard for so long. Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know,” Candice whimpered. “I’m a bad girl.”
“Yes, you are,” Alex said as he spanked her ass again.
Her butt cheeks had become red and were hot to touch. Alex could see the juices from her cunt flow out. He rubbed his cock along her lips. Candice moaned as she felt his hardness against her.
“Please fuck me,” Candice begged. ”Please…”
Alex pushed himself in again. He could feel his cock pulsate as it went inside her. His dick swelled at the sight of her ass in the air. She was face down. Her hands clawed at the bedding. She pushed her ripe cunt back onto him and squealed.
“I’m gonna cum in you,” Alex said.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” Candice said.
Alex pushed in and out a few more times until he felt he would erupt and then pulled himself out. Candice turned around on a dime and inhaled his cock. Trickles of sweat ran down her face and chest. Her breasts bobbed as she took his cock in and out of her mouth. Alex’s body began to jerk and he gushed out a tremendous climax. His body spasmed as cum shot into her mouth. It filled her mouth and began to leak out onto her lips.
Candice slowed her sucking down and licked his dick. She opened her mouth and showed Alex that she had swallowed all of his cum.
“You are so tasty,” Candice said. She smacked her lips and stood up. Alex continued to lie on the bed and watched Candice take a water bottle out of the fridge and drink from it. She then went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She came back, still naked. He still lay there exhausted.
> “This happened pretty fast,” Candice said. She lay down on the bed next to him. He’d adjusted himself so he was in a sleeping position. He cradled his arm around her and her head fell onto his chest. She could hear the beating of his heart.
She closed her eyes for a moment and only heard the regularity of his heartbeat. It was like the crashing of waves on the San Francisco shoreline. She kept her eyes closed and felt the warmth of his chest against the side of her face. She wondered if there was ever a better place to be. His breath came out slowly and his chest rose and fell like a tide coming in and out.
“It did,” Alex said. He stroked her hair and the scent of her shampoo came out. It was a mix of tropical fruit and coconut. It filled his nostrils. He could also still smell the scent of their sex. It was a mix of the saltiness of sweat, the tang of their juices, and the sweetness of their emotion.
The room was silent, besides their movements. It was a basic hotel room. The bed was king sized with light brown sheets and tan pillows. There was a TV, a white mini-fridge, a chair that looked so new that it had probably never been sat on, and a telephone by the bedside that had probably never been used.
Alex let his eyes move across the ceiling. It was white and without markings. There was a light in the middle that could be adjusted. It was dimly on, giving the room a light glow. Alex could see Candice’s skin. At one moment, it seemed white at another it seemed absolutely tanned. He ran his fingers through her hair and then stroked the side of her face.
“I’m okay with it,” Candice said. “I think I needed it.”
“Good.”
“I’m not sure what I want though.”
“That’s okay. It’s rare that we ever really know what we want.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
“As long as we are having fun, and things are good…” Alex said. He tilted her head back and kissed her mouth again. She slid her tongue into his and the two danced their mouths together.
Candice could feel Alex’s cock begin to rise as the two made out. His erection pressed against her thigh. Candice took it with her hand and began to stroke it. She cradled his balls with her hand and then slid her finger up the shaft. She drummed a little dance on the top of his head. His dick pressed forward and he pushed his hips forward.
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