Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1

by Anita Cox

  “Friends? Is that what this is? Friends with benefits, sometimes?” His brow furrowed and his jaw tightened.

  I sighed. “John, I have to tell you something. Have a seat.” I slid a bar stool to him.

  “I’m in therapy – sexy therapy to be precise. Because I’m just learning about myself, my therapist stressed to me not to get attached yet. If this weren’t the case, you wouldn’t have to ask. You’re smart, talented, incredibly sexy and most of all, I like being around you. But I’m not going to get into a committed relationship until I can give that person a whole individual.”

  I held my breath while he processed what I had just told him. His shoulders started to relax.

  “I’m sorry. Women have toyed with me in the past. I shouldn’t have blurted that out… or you know, put you on the spot.” He hung his head.

  “I am not playing games with you. I like you very much. Please look at me.” Had I crushed him?

  “I’m embarrassed,” he uttered.

  “Don’t be. That was a reasonable question. Now, let’s get back to celebrating. To seeing your vision come to fruition and selling two of your masterpieces.”

  He smirked, tapped his glass to mine and drank.

  “So, I’m incredibly sexy, huh?”

  “Yeah, you totally failed at showing up ugly.” I laughed and nervously sipped at my wine. I hoped he understood and was relieved he wasn’t asking questions about therapy.

  “Sorry, I tried.” He walked around the island until he was standing next to me. “So, if I promise to try not to have sex with you, and not to act like an insecure teenage boy, can I kiss you?”

  “Don’t get me wrong, I want to rip your clothes off. It’s not you I’m worried about. So yes, you can kiss me.”

  John ran the fingers of his right hand through my hair until they reached the back of my head, then he pulled me in for a kiss. There was passion in his kiss…emotion. I could feel it. His left hand made its way around my waist to the small of my back. He’d weaseled his way between my legs. I fought the urge to hop off my bar stool and lock my ankles around his hips.

  My hands were on his biceps. They were nice biceps, large and firm. He smelled so wonderful. I felt my heart start to race and my panties start to moisten. This had to stop. I came up for air.

  “Let’s go in the living room.” I fanned the heat off my neck as I spoke.

  “Hot and bothered?” He chuckled as he scooped up his wine glass.

  “More like boiling and unglued. Thanks for that.”

  We sat on the couch and I put my feet toward him to keep some distance. He instantly took my right foot and started massaging it.

  “Oh Jesus, that’s wonderful!”

  “Yes it is.” His greyish green eyes gazed at me. I swear he was screwing me with his eyes. I could feel the heat coming off of his body.

  I leaned my head back. The foot massage felt like heaven. Women’s shoes were hell on the feet. His hands were warm and strong. He knew his way around a foot too. I put my wine on the table so I didn’t spill it.

  Then, my foot that wasn’t being rubbed moved. It moved because his erection was pushing it out of the way. Clearly, he was not wearing underwear. Dear Lord.

  He picked up the moved foot, resting the other on his thigh. He began rubbing that foot and squeezing my calf muscle.

  PERFECT STRANGERS

  My alarm was going off. I rolled over to hit snooze, but when I slapped at it, I heard glass break. Something was off.

  “Oh shit!” My wine glass was shattered on the floor along with half a glass of wine. My feet were still on John’s lap and he had been roused awake.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he said.

  “Me either. I’m sorry.” I threw my legs over the other side of the couch and ran to grab a broom and paper towels.

  John helped me clean up the glass and wine.

  “I was watching you sleep. That’s the last thing I remember.” He rubbed his face. Damn, he even looked hot first thing in the morning with a stiff neck.

  “It’s okay. I, um, I will start some coffee, but I have to get ready for work.” I was such a mess, my brain still sleepy and numb.

  John grabbed me by my arms, stopping me. He pulled me toward him and kissed me briefly. “I am going to go home and grab a shower. Do your thing. I will see you later.” He winked at me before releasing my arms and heading out the door.

  With John gone, I jumped in the shower and got ready for work, gulping my coffee. While grabbing my briefcase, I glanced at the clock. In my rush, I had assumed I was running late. I had plenty of time to get to work. I took a deep breath and relaxed.

  Olivia was already at the office as usual, working away. God, did I admire her dedication. While I may have been uncertain about the other decisions I was making, clearly Olivia had been the best choice I had made in a while.

  Thankfully, I was able to work with few distractions. At lunch I started to get nervous about my meeting at nine with the couple, but work soon distracted me from those worries.

  “Hey boss, it’s five o’clock. You getting out of here?” Olivia had her bag already slung over her shoulder. “You want to grab a drink?”

  “Olivia! I’d love to, but I have plans this evening and I really need to go home and get ready.”

  “A date? You go girl!”

  “Sort of… thank you.” I shut my laptop and gathered my things.

  “I’ll walk you out,” Olivia offered. “Tell me about this date. Is it the hottie from the bar?”

  I laughed. “No, but he is freakin’ hot! I’m keeping my options open for now, but I do like spending time with him.”

  “Tell me!”

  “Not in here,” I said under my voice.

  Once we reached the outside of the building, I started telling her a bit about what was going on.

  “Oh, I remember my first couple. Have a great time. I’ll see you on Monday.” Just like that she admits she’s been in a threesome. I envied her.

  The drive home went by quickly as my thoughts were on what may happen later. I showered and shaved everything baby smooth. While we may only meet, there is a chance we will all click and the evening would go much better if I were not worried about stubble.

  I made myself a quick dinner before getting ready for the evening. I was dressed, accessorized and ready to go. Thinking and fantasizing about the possibilities had me excited beyond belief. The photo the couple had sent were sexy. She didn’t have the body of an athlete, but was nice and slender with a great chest. He was a little on the thick side, but I liked men with meat on their bones.

  It was easy envisioning all the possibilities. I tried to distract myself. The only thing we agreed to was drinks. It was possible that they wouldn’t even like me.

  I gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror. Purple shiny bag dress, which looked a lot sexier than it sounded, looked great. It was short enough to be sexy, long enough to cover the goods. It ended where my thighs slanted inward. The matching leather boots were knee high and went perfectly with the dress. I never looked at my legs and thought they were anything more than legs. Sheila said I had great legs. After an honest assessment, I found my legs attractive, though they could use some toning.

  A glance at the clock said it was time to go. A few whistles came my way while I waited for a cab. It felt nice and was a well-timed confidence boost. A smile was plastered on my face until I arrived at the bar. I paid the driver, took a deep breath and headed toward the entrance. Adrenaline started soaring threw my veins. I told myself to calm down. These were just people.

  Inside the bar, I spotted James and Janette right away, sitting at a high-top table. Janette was wearing a red sparkly shirt and short black skirt and black knee-high boots. John was in khakis and a button down short sleeved shirt. They spotted me immediately, and waved.

  Attempting not to show my hesitation, I headed straight for their table.

  “You must be Candy.” Janette held ou
t her hand.

  “Yes, nice to meet you.” I shook both their hands.

  “What would you like to drink?” James asked.

  I didn’t know. Why didn’t I know? My mind went blank and I only smiled. What the hell was wrong with me?

  “Candy?” Janette said. “Have you ever had a mango cosmopolitan?”

  “No, are they good?” Thank you, Janette. Thank you!

  “Try mine,” she offered, sliding her drink over to me.

  I took a sip. It tasted good and prevented me from having to make a decision.

  “Yum, that’s delicious. I’ll take one of those.”

  James flagged down a waitress. “Dewar’s on the rocks and two more of those mango drinks.”

  “Thank you for agreeing to meet me. I do know what I like to drink, I’m just a bit nervous and I’ve put in a lot of hours this week. My brain is a little fried.” I shouldn’t be apologizing. Linda always says not to apologize.

  “Don’t sweat it. Remember, we have been right where you are right now. There’s no need to be nervous.” Jeanette lightly touched my arm, and then retracted so as not to appear touchy-feely.

  She looked so familiar.

  “Well, I’m a tax preparer by day and handy-man wonder husband by night. What do you do?” James asked, leaning in.

  “I’m an Advertising Executive.”

  The waitress delivered our drinks and I wasn’t only thankful for the alcohol, but for a glass to fidget with. The mango drink tasted wonderful. I made a mental note to sip and not gulp the drink.

  “And Jeanette, what do you do?”

  I must have hit a nerve, because she shifted in her chair and gave James a rotten look. “I’m in the legal field.”

  I snickered. “Well, since lawyers love to brag about what they do, you must be a judge and worry about that freaking people out.”

  Jeanette smiled and nodded.

  “And I thought I recognized you. I think you were the judge in my divorce case. Don’t worry, my divorce was settled fairly.” Jeanette looked much younger while not behind the bench in a large black robe. It was surprising how young and vibrant she looked sitting here next to me, dressed to kill.

  “Thank you. I never would have recognized you. You’ve made quite the transformation. Kudos to you!”

  “Thanks. I can’t take credit though. Thanks to my best friend, I now have a personal shopper who aggressively threw me at a hair stylist and one of those people who torture you with wax and tweezers. That and actually having gratifying sex has done wonders.”

  Things that have been said cannot be –unsaid.

  James and Janette both chuckled. I broke the ice. In my head, I was doing a happy dance.

  Three drinks later I was touching Janette as much as she was touching me. James had taken a few stabs at rubbing my thigh discreetly.

  “I think we could probably use a less public venue, and if I don’t get a smoke in soon, I’m probably going to punch the guy behind us who keeps bumping into me.” Courage was on my side. It surprised me, but it was there.

  “Where would you like to go?” James asked. “We leave that completely up to you.”

  “Your place, but I need to step outside and have a cigarette first. I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without one. I’m in full nic-fit at the moment.” God, I had to kick the habit. I didn’t smoke that much but while drinking, I could chain smoke.

  “No need, James smokes in the car and so can you. That is unless you drove, you can follow us.”

  “No, I took a cab. I never drink and drive. That’s how I lost my father, so… for me it’s a cab. It’s always a cab.”

  James and Jeanette gave each other a sideways glance. James paid the tab and we went to the car. A beamer’s lights blinked in the parking lot. Of course two people with six figure incomes have a beamer.

  We made small talk on the way to their home, which was in a large gated community. I could fit my apartment in each house at least half a dozen times. The houses were enormous.

  James pulled in past the house on a driveway that went on the left side of the house. There was another entry door that looked like the front door on the side of the house. There was a stone arched canopy that went over the drive, shielding the car from the neighbor’s view.

  I liked the amount of privacy they were providing.

  “We have kids. This part of the house is not connected to the main house at all, with the exception of the duct work and plumbing. It is also sound proofed.” Jeanette explained as James parked the car. “And, you can smoke in there as well.”

  “But won’t it make the main house stink?” I asked.

  “Not with the filtration system I have,” James bragged.

  They walked me inside. It looked like a high end apartment, complete with kitchen and bathroom, with one exception. There was no living room or bedroom. There was one large room with a bed in the center, a sex swing in the corner and some of the weirdest looking chairs I had ever seen.

  “Come with me,” Jeanette motioned.

  I followed her to a cabinet in the far corner of the room. “There are all sorts of lingerie here, completely new. Please find something you like. You can use the bathroom to change.”

  Unsure of what to do, I looked through the lingerie for a few minutes. Should I be offended that she just led me to a rack full of revealing clothes and assume I would just put it on? How presumptuous? Of course, the reason for our meeting was clear and it was my suggestion to come here. Who has their own sex den built into their house? What would Linda say? Linda would probably tell me that I came here for a reason and that reason was clear to me, James and Jeanette. Any trepidation I felt was only my own baggage and that’s what therapy was supposed to help me overcome.

  I had to stop obsessing. I came here for pleasure. I picked a red and black see through nightie. They were about to see me butt-ass naked, so why not?

  “Do you enjoy wearing thigh highs?” James asked.

  My heart skipped a little and I glanced at Jeanette. I was biting my lip.

  “It’s okay. Tonight I share him. You don’t have to look to me for approval.”

  James stepped in closer, putting his hand on the small of my back. “I like thigh highs on a woman. I find them incredibly sexy. It would make me very happy if you would grab a pair of black thigh highs.”

  I swallowed hard. “Thigh highs are fine.”

  Jeanette went to the wardrobe and pulled a pair out of the drawer, still in the wrapper and handed them to me.

  “We will change while you’re in the bathroom. Then we will take some time to sit together before anything starts. There is no rush and we still have no expectations. You can say no at any time. Now, would you like a drink?”

  She smelled sweet and she was very kind. Jeanette was very good at making me feel more comfortable.

  “A drink sounds great. I’ll go change.” I winked at her and retreated to the bathroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. Part of me wanted to laugh, the other part wanted to bolt for the door and run home.

  But there was a horny couple in the other room. They had been kind and I felt at ease with them. I enjoyed sex with men and I had enjoyed the feel of a woman. Watching others also aroused me. All of that was waiting for me on the other side of the bathroom door.

  I smelled the aroma of cigar faintly through the bathroom door. They had changed and were kicking back and relaxing already. Pulling my clothes off, I slipped into the nightie and thong it came with, and then pulled on the thigh highs. I wondered if I should put my boots back on. They were purple and matched my dress, but not the red and black I was currently wearing. So I left them under the table in the bathroom, folded my dress neatly and put it on top, tucking my panties in one boot.

  I looked in the mirror one last time, pushed up the boobs then turned the knob.

  “Very nice!” Jeanette clapped. “I was hoping you would choose the red. I love red and black together. It’s so sultry.” She handed
me a martini glass containing a pink looking liquid. “It’s a passion fruit martini. If you don’t like it, I can make you something else. I’m quite the mixologist and we have a fully stocked bar.”

  Jeanette was wearing a purple and black bustier with black lace trim, thigh high stockings and what I can only describe as black hooker shoes. They were black fake leather on top, with glass platforms on the bottom. I wanted to snicker at her shoes, but she did look damn good.

  James was in silk boxers and barefoot. The most shocking was that he had full sleeved tattoos on each arm that were starting to creep onto his chest. I’d heard that tattoos were addicting, but I never expected a tax-guy and husband of a sitting judge to be inked so much.

  He looked a lot sexier now and more muscular than I expected.

  “Candy, I know you’re dying to smoke. Please feel free,” James said.

  I smiled and went to my purse. “Thank you. I’m so used to everyone being anti-smoking it’s made me a bit ashamed of the habit.”

  “Screw that,” Jeanette said. “I have a smoke every now and then.” She reached in the top left drawer of the kitchenette and pulled out a long slim cigarette and lit it. “I allow myself less than a pack a week. It’s a far cry from the two packs a day I used to smoke. But never let anyone make you feel ashamed of anything.”

  James walked over to the far wall and flipped a switch. Almost instantly the smoke in the room started to disappear. I could only faintly smell his cigar smoke which was quite pungent.

  “Cool, huh?” He grinned. “Cost a pretty penny, but it works well and keeps us from stinking up the place.

  My nerves started to ease. Jeanette walked toward one of the awkward looking chairs and had a seat. I followed suit, taking a seat on what looked like a fainting couch that had a strange hump in the middle.

  “We are your first couple?” James asked, sitting near his wife.

  “Yes, so I’m a bit lost here, to be honest.” I glanced from James to Janette, as I fought not to fidget.

  “That’s okay,” Jeanette started, “let’s go over the rules first.”