“That feels nice,” Alex said. He hummed slightly.
“I can think of a few things that will make you feel nicer,” Candice replied. She spread her legs open and pushed Alex onto his back. His cock pointed skyward and Candice engulfed it with her wetness.
“Oh…” Alex moaned. His legs stiffened as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. She pressed her hands onto his chest as she shifted her weight back and forth to feed his cock into her.
“That feels so good,” Candice said with a smile.
“You’re so wet,” Alex replied. He closed his eyes for a moment. He could feel his body begin to tighten as an orgasm drew near. When he opened his eyes, he saw Candice above him. Her lush lips shone in the dim hotel light, and her eyes sparkled. A light mist of sweat grew on his forehead, and his groin was soaked with her juice. Her nipples pointed outward with arousal. Her breasts were full and he reached up to stroke them. They were soft, and he leaned forward to kiss her nipple.
Candice pushed him back down to the bed.
“I’m going to make you cum,” she said.
She bounced up and down on him at a faster pace and clenched onto his cock with her cunt.
“I’m going to milk every last drop out of you,” she continued.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” Alex said. There was no stopping him, and the muscles in his legs went rigid as a volcano of cum erupted into Candice.
“My god!” Alex cried. “You are so fucking sexy, Candice!”
Candice’s smile went wider as she felt his cum fill her. His cock slowly began to shrink inside of her and she got off of him. His cum leaked out of her and down her legs. She ran her fingers along her thigh and stuck it in her mouth.
“Tasty,” she said.
“You love the taste of my cum, don’t you?!” Alex said. He lay on the bed and watched as she wiped all the cum off her leg. She scooped it up with her fingers and put it into her mouth.
“I do.”
“I think I can keep feeding you,” Alex said.
“You better. This is the best dessert I’ve had in ages,” Candice replied.
Alex watched her swaying hips as she walked into the bathroom. Her ass had a soft pendulum swing like a metronome keeping time for a beautiful summer song. He heard the water begin to run and a mist of heat began to escape the bathroom.
Alex sat up on the bed. Blood rushed through him, and he felt light-headed for a moment. He’d exerted himself tremendously with his encounter with Candice. He felt like a spent force. He waited for a moment and listened. The water of the shower changed slightly as Candice changed positions under it.
“I’m coming,” he said.
He got up and walked into the bathroom. Candice was lathered already. Bubbles of soap covered her nipples and part of her upper arm.
“Wash my back will you?” she asked.
He got in and softly began to wash her. There was a loofah in the bathroom. He made slow circles on her back and massaged her with the sponge. When she was covered, she turned him around and began to wash him making sure to cover every inch of his body. She of course paid particular care to his cock and balls.
When both of them had been washed and Alex stepped out of the shower. He got the towels and dried off Candice when she stepped out. The soft towel felt nice on her skin, and he slowly ran it down her body. He kissed her neck and then her lips. He handed her one of the hotel bathrobes and she put it on. He dressed in one as well. The two brushed their teeth and walked to the bed.
“I go back tomorrow,” Alex said.
“Will you be back soon?” Candice asked.
Alex had pulled back the covers of the bed and Candice had disrobed. She slid her naked body under the blankets. They smelled and felt freshly laundered.
“I don’t know,” Alex said. She watched as he took off his robe. He had firm muscles for a man of his age and in the dim light the gray of his hair shined. “Would you like me to come back?”
“Yes,” Candice replied. She kissed his lips and then his forehead. She laid her head again on his chest, to hear the familiar beat of his heart.
“Well, I’ll try. I have a lot of work down in Los Angeles. Do you think you can come visit me there soon?”
“I guess we can talk about it.”
“I don’t really want things to end before they’ve really started,” Alex said. He’d turned off the light and the room was pitch black.
“Me too,” Candice said. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
Chapter 7
When Candice woke the next morning, she was full of anxiety. She couldn’t remember where she was for a moment, and then everything came back to her. She looked over and there was no sign of Alex. He hadn’t left a note. She rolled over and looked at her phone that she’d left on the nightstand table. It was ten thirty in the morning.
She lay in bed for another fifteen minutes when she heard the door open. She smelled the food first. It was buttery and rich. Then she heard the door lock and Alex walked in.
“I got you breakfast in bed,” he said. “I didn’t know what you wanted. I know you like Mexican food, so I got you huevos rancheros. I didn’t go to the hotel restaurant either. They mainly had soggy bread and overcooked eggs. I had to go down the street.”
“Whoa,” Candice said.
Alex busied himself serving the food. He unwrapped everything and set it on a portable table that he rested on the bed.
“You slept really soundly. I was up around eight in the morning. You looked beautiful in your sleep,” he said. “I decided I would let you doze for a while and I went to the gym. After my workout you were still asleep. Nothing could wake you.”
“I’m a heavy sleeper after a night of exercise,” Candice said. She looked down at the food that Alex had set for her.
Candice had had a lot of huevos rancheros before. It was a staple morning breakfast dish. The salsa ranchera was fresh and simple for this dish, as it was composed of some white onion, tomatoes, garlic, chili guajillo, chili morita, and fresh jalapeños.
The eggs on top of the fried tortillas were crispy. The egg whites were burnt slightly but the yolk wasn’t overcooked. She ate the dish with a fork and knife. The dish had been served with some flavored rice and beans. The beans were delicious and didn’t have a lardy flavor, which was usual for many of the restaurants in Oakland.
The food was rich in Candice’s mouth and she ate it quickly. Alex sat by the bed and watched her eat.
“You aren’t hungry,” Candice said as she licked her fingers clean.
“No. I had some of the hotel breakfast. Probably a mistake. So what’s your plan for today?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was going to see what you were going to do,” she replied. She looked down at her empty plate with a look of sadness wishing that more of the delicious food were there.
“I have to go to the airport. I need to leave in a few minutes actually.”
“Oh…” Candice said, a look of disappointment crossing her face.
“I am guessing you haven’t thought more about when we would meet again.”
“I haven’t. Although if you promise me breakfast in bed again I am sure to come sooner than later.”
“I think I can promise you that,” Alex said. He kissed her on the forehead. “I should get going. Will you take care of dropping off the key?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
“I, of course, took care of the bill.”
“Well, that’s certainly a positive,” Candice said. A thin smile rose on her mouth.
“We’ll talk soon, okay? Check out isn’t until noon. Maybe you can sleep in a little more.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Okay, bye,” Alex said. He kissed her forehead and walked backwards out of the room. He picked up his luggage and then turned out of the room. Candice could hear him walk down the hallway. She thought she heard him whistle a soft song as he walked.
Candice lay back down on the bed. Al
ex had cleaned everything off and she felt pleasantly full from the meal. She lay in bed for a while.
Things with Alex were moving along rapidly but she felt secure and safe around him. He was like a harbor for the storm that Mitch was causing her. She’d completely forgotten him during the time that she spent with Alex, but he’d crept back into her thoughts like dark clouds of an impending storm. She wasn’t sure what she’d do about him. She’d battened down the hatches and taught her parents how to ignore him, but had he punctured her ship in some way? Was he causing some yet unseen damage to her life? She wasn’t sure. She knew that she had to resolve things with him in some way.
She fell into a light sleep. She saw Alex climbing a series of stairs. Each step wound upward and onwards. She rushed ahead of him and came to the top floor of a lighthouse. A strong burning fire lit up the lighthouse and the surrounding area. It was fed with wood and a large stack of wood sat next to the fire.
Candice could see out into the water despite the darkness of a starless night. The light from the tower enabled her to see a boat. The boat’s sails were taut and the ship was thrust forward. She could hear Alex’s steps come up further. The boat was coming close to the shore. She didn’t know what the reef was like. In the distance, she could make out another boat. It was hurtling towards the first with no regard for the speed at which it may crash into the shore. The second ship’s sails burst forward and it looked like it would ram the first.
“Alex! Alex!” Candice yelled in her dream.
She put another log on the fire and tried to fan the flame higher. She wanted the first boat to see what was going on. She couldn’t see anyone on the boat. Was it unmanned or too dark to make out the crew? Candice couldn’t tell.
She looked away for a moment and heard a grating sound as wood clashed against wood.
“Housekeeping!” a voice said. “Housekeeping!”
Candice woke from her slumber and looked up. A young woman was pushing a cart of cleaning supplies. She rolled over and looked at her phone. It was 12:15 p.m. She’d overslept. Check out was at noon.
“One moment,” Candice said.
The housekeeper stepped out of the room.
Candice slipped out of the bed and found her dress on the back of one of the chairs. It was neatly draped. Next to her was her underwear. She slid her clothes on and then took her shoes that rested by the door. She walked out of the room and went downstairs.
“I’m checking out,” she said to the lobby. She handed over the key and the clerk nodded.
The day was bright and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the brightness. A light air blew through the streets. The height of the buildings and the brightness of the sun created hard shadows. The city was bifurcated into places of light and dark. Candice walked through them. She walked a few blocks from the hotel towards Jack London Square.
The area was busy with a day fair. A horde of organic food stalls had been set up. Candice walked through them. She knew she was overly dressed and the darkness of the dress helped warm her skin under the summer sun. She picked up a strawberry and tasted it. The juices were rich, better than the ones at the Ferry Building. She bought some and then looked at her phone.
There was a text from Alex and from Tiffany.
“I just landed in L.A. I miss you already,” Alex had written.
“Let’s get coffee or lunch,” Tiffany had written.
Candice got an Uber and headed home. When she arrived back at her house she changed her clothes into shorts and a T-shirt and then sat on her stoop eating the strawberries. She put the green tops to the side and watched the street as she ate.
A white man jogged by. He wore barefoot style shoes that separated his toes and Nike shorts. A white visor protected his eyes from the afternoon soon and he’d tucked his sport athletic shirt into the back of his shorts. Candice shook her head looking at him.
A woman walked her dog. She was thin and wore tortoise-shell glasses. Her arms were covered in tattoos and she wore a beaten Motley Crue T-shirt with cut-off blue jeans. Her dog was a large German Shepherd. The dog pulled at the leash and yanked the woman around. The dog’s coat was dark, although his face was tan. A few white whiskers around his nose gave him an aged appearance.
Candice watched the woman and the dog walk down the street until they disappeared. A moment later she heard two dogs barking angrily. There was a woman’s high-pitched screams and then there was silence. Candice thought about walking around the corner to see what had happened but thought it wasn’t worth her time.
Candice looked down at her phone. The message to Tiffany would be easy.
Let’s meet in an hour. Can you pick me up? she texted her friend.
Yeah. Just got done with my run. I’ll see you in an hour, Tiffany responded.
The message to Alex would be harder. Candice wasn’t sure what she should say or what she should do. She liked him. She worried though that Mitch might come back. Her dream that morning hadn’t filled her with hope.
I’m glad you had a safe flight. Let me see what my work schedule is like, she wrote after a few minutes of anguish.
She wasn’t sure how he would respond. Would he think that she was being cold and rude? He was older, so he probably didn’t think much of it. He didn’t seem the type to get overly worked up over things like this.
Candice was still on the porch mulling things over when Tiffany pulled up. Tiffany drove a small Honda Civic CR-X. The car was red and black and roared loudly. When Tiffany parked, the stereo speakers were blasting out Calvin Harris’s “How Deep Is Your Love.”
“Remember Coachella?” Tiffany said.
“There was such a big crowd for Calvin,” Candice answered.
“There was also that hologram of Tupac,” Tiffany said. She walked up to Candice’s door and sat next to her friend. She was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt as well. Hers was pulled back tightly. The basket of strawberries still sat next to Candice and Tiffany pushed her finger around the discarded remains. She looked sad when she couldn’t find a strawberry. She pouted for a moment.
“That was so crazy,” Candice said. She looked out into the street and then down at Tiffany’s car. “I don’t understand why you have a car. You live in the city. Isn’t it impossible to find parking?”
“The car is small, and I just started paying for a spot at a lot nearby.”
“That’s expensive though.”
“Everything is expensive now. I like the car. I drove it today for the run.”
“Where did you go?”
“We went to the Presidio and ran around there.”
“We?”
“I went running with a group of people. We are all preparing for the SF marathon together. I found everyone through a Facebook group.”
“Oh cool. What’s everyone like?”
“It’s mainly people our age. There are more than a few tech people,” Tiffany said.
“Aren’t we tech people?”
“I’m not sure we count as tech because we’ve been living here for a few years.”
“We work in the industry though.”
“Yeah. Well, it pays the bills.”
“Sometimes it does,” Candice said. “It doesn’t solve everything though.”
“What happened,” Tiffany said. She put her arm around Candice’s shoulder and pulled her friend closer for a hug.
“Nothing. I think I am being dramatic. I had a bad dream this morning.”
“Oh… well, what about yesterday? Didn’t you meet up with Alex?”
“Yeah,” Candice said. She looked out into the distance.
“And?”
“And it was great. We had drinks at Dogwood. We talked a little. We had sex.”
“That sounds good,” Tiffany said. “Why are you looking so glum?”
“I don’t know. I guess I am still feeling a little weird about the pregnancy thing.”
“Why?”
“I can’t explain it. I don’t feel bad about it, but do y
ou think I should have told Mitch before I did something?”
“Would it have changed your decision if you had told him?” Tiffany asked. She pulled her friend in close again.
“No,” Candice said. She squeezed her friend’s hand and then let it go.
“Then what does it matter? Did I ever tell you about the time I got knocked up?”
“No. What happened?” Candice asked.
“I was in high school. His name was Hemmerich. He was a German exchange student. He loved Hermann Hesse and talking about himself. I would often get confused about who he was talking about. He kept saying, ‘When Hermann wrote this book…’ and I just thought he was talking about himself in the third person,” Tiffany said.
Candice laughed.
“I was young and dumb. I thought I would be with him forever. Forever being more than two months, that’s how long I was with the boy before him. Before he left, we had unprotected sex. He came in me in about two seconds. I didn’t feel his penis I just felt the gush of his cum,” Tiffany said with a laugh. “I thought that maybe if I was pregnant he would have to stay. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I missed my period. I was keeping careful track. I hadn’t heard from him. No letters, no phone calls, nothing. I was talking to one of my friends and she said that Hemmerich had slept with another girl before he’d left too. I thought I was going steady with him too,” Tiffany said rolling her eyes.
“So you got an abortion?”
“Yeah I did the same as you. I walked straight up to my mom that afternoon and told her that she had to bring me to the clinic. That I’d gotten pregnant from Adolf Hitler’s grandson and that I didn’t want the baby.”
“What did your mom say?”
“My mom was a progressive, or said she was. She told me that it was my body and my choice, although I could see judgement in her eyes.”
“What about your dad?” Candice asked.
“He didn’t say anything. He’s always been stoic. We all sat at the dinner table and my mother told him everything that had happened. They knew about Hemmerich. He’d come over to the house a few times. My father hadn’t really spoken to him, hadn’t said anything bad either. When my mother told him that I would be getting an abortion he said, ‘Children are expensive, you’ve made a sound economic decision, Tiffany.’ Incidentally he said something similar when I told him about my college choice.”
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