Candlelight City

by Jessica Tang Von Harper

  “When was the most recent time you had sex?” Gabe asked.

  “Today. After school.”

  “Where were you?”

  “On the front steps. On the front steps of the school.”

  “Were you seen?”

  “Ohhh. Oh, yes. I was seen… everyone could see…

  Amanda smiled and shook her head. “This girl’s wilder than I am!”

  Suzie was unbuttoning Amanda’s shirt. “Ask me about the first time I had sex with a woman,” she told Gabe, smiling mischievously.

  Gabe seemed very interested in watching now that Amanda was letting Suzie strip her naked as well. “All right… when did you first have sex with a woman, Miss Moore?”

  Suzie slipped Amanda’s shirt off and undid her bra. “It was today,” she said. “I was being interviewed to go to Stanford.” Amanda stood, and Suzie pulled down the blonde’s skirt and panties. She leaned forward to suck on the receptionist’s pink nipples.

  Gabe’s questions were slower in coming; now he was the one distracted, watching the two pretty naked girls having sex in front of him. Suzie and Amanda turned their chairs to face each other and spent a few minutes kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. Suzie liked the taste of Amanda’s mouth, the tang of her lip gloss, and the way their nipples touched when they kissed. She liked the feel of Amanda’s delicate fingers as they probed the folds of her vagina, nimbly fingering her clitoris and spending sparks of pleasure quivering up her body. Gasping, Suzie arched her back, forced to submit to Amanda’s skilled manipulations. Amanda soon had her quaking in an orgasm, her arms clutching the leather chair while she filled the room with her moans.

  Suzie tried to return the favor. She was less skilled, but Amanda was happy to show her what to do. Gabe was very interested in watching Amanda educate Suzie in the art of clitoris stimulation. Soon, Amanda was having her own orgasm; she lay back with her eyes closed and a contented look on her lips while Suzie slid her fingers in and out of the blonde’s vagina.

  The two girls leaned on each other, sweating and smiling. Gabe cleared his throat. “Obviously I hate to interrupt you two,” he said, “But I do have several more interviews today and some of them sitting out there have been waiting for more than an hour…”

  Amanda stuck her tongue out at him. “Spoilsport!” But she disengaged herself from Suzie and stood. Suzie still felt like she was on a cloud, her body loose and relaxed from her orgasm. She felt the impulse to put her clothes back on, and had to remind herself that she hadn’t brought any clothes to put on.

  Amanda smiled at her. “It was nice to meet you. Once you get to Stanford, you should stop by and say hi… I work in the admissions office.”

  Suzie blinked. “Once I get to Stanford…? You think I’ll get in?”

  “Let’s put it this way,” Gabe said. “If you don’t get in, it certainly won’t be this interview that prevented you.”

  “Thank you so much!” Suzie was ecstatic as she got to her feet. Brad had been right! She had gone to the interview naked and she had done great! She couldn’t wait to tell him.

  “You really don’t have anything to wear? Will you be all right?” Gabe asked.

  “I have some workout clothes I could lend you,” Amanda offered. “Shorts and a t-shirt.”

  Suzie would have loved to accept the pair of shorts, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t help but feel she would be letting Brad down if she didn’t walk out of the building the same way he had left her, dressed in only her thin shirt and heels. Borrowing clothes felt like cheating. Suzie declined Amanda’s offer, and walked out through the waiting room with her naked body still openly displayed to the gawking boys. She wondered if she would see any of them at Stanford. Maybe they wouldn’t recognize her with her clothes on.

  When the elevator door opened, Suzie was surprised to see the same bald man standing there. She laughed as she stepped in. “Don’t tell me you’ve been riding the elevator all this time, waiting for me to get back in?” The man looked sheepish. But Suzie was in a good mood and felt flattered. She leaned back against the side of the elevator with her legs slightly spread and her hands behind her head. “Well, in that case, you better make sure it was worth it!” she teased. The man’s eyes widened in surprise, but a second later he was pressed against her, kissing her roughly while his thick fingers dug into her vagina.

  It was a short elevator ride and Suzie saw disappointment in the man’s eyes when the doors opened. She took hold of his hand, feeling the slickness of her juice on his fingertips. “Come,” she breathed. “Will you walk with me?” The man eagerly agreed, and they stepped out of the building together.

  It was a pleasant night, a little chilly but in a way that Suzie found stimulating. She was excited at the idea of walking through downtown naked, holding hands with a stranger, and he seemed just as excited to be with her. They walked out of the plaza to the sidewalk, and turned down a quiet, dark street. Suzie glanced at the man, knowing that he was likely taking her to some niche to have sex with her.

  “What’s your name?” he asked.

  “Suzie. What’s yours?”

  “Andre.” He looked her up and down, observing the excited bounce in her step. “You’re in a good mood today, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!” She smiled.

  “Why, may I ask?”

  “Well…” she started, “I just had an interview to get into Stanford. I think I did really well. I had answers to all the questions. Plus I had sex with the receptionist while the admissions officer watched.” She laughed, shaking her head. It sounded so raunchy when she said it like that! “How many applicants can say that they had an orgasm during their Stanford admissions interview?”

  “Not many.” Andre’s eyes twinkled.

  “But that’s not the only reason I’m happy,” Suzie looked up at the stars. “I’m in love!”

  “Really? Who’s the lucky boy?”

  “His name is Brad.” Suzie could see the dark line of the Vitapatay River passing to their left, with the lights of the Anderson bridge just behind them. “Do you want to walk beside the river?”

  “Sure,” Andre said. They crossed the street at the crosswalk, and Suzie didn’t even mind how her body was illuminated by the headlights of the waiting cars. A man in one of the cars yelled something at her, but she didn’t pay attention. Once they were walking along the path by the river, it was darker and Suzie felt more hidden. Across the slow water of the Vitapatay River, she could see the glow of the West Linterna Riverwalk, a line of trendy shops and restaurants that bustled with people. But on their side of the river, it was quiet.

  “What would your Brad think of you walking around with your clothes off like this?” Andre asked.

  Suzie smiled to herself. “He’s the one who stripped me and dropped me off here.”

  “Really!” Andre was surprised, but he smiled as he gazed at her. “He must be a pretty nice guy, then, sharing a beautiful girl like you with the rest of the world!”

  Suzie didn’t answer; her mind was on Brad. She wondered what he would say if he could see her, walking naked beside the river. She thought he would be proud of her. And maybe he would feel happy knowing that she would do something so scandalous just to please him.

  Andre stopped her underneath a street lamp, and pulled her close for a kiss. “I can’t blame Brad for liking you,” he murmured, as his hands wandered over her body. “You must have a lot of guys who are in love with you.”

  “Not really,” Suzie said. “I’m kind of shy.”

  “You don’t seem shy, Suzie,” Andre whispered as he moved his finger inside her vagina. Suzie blushed, realizing he was right. She had always thought of herself as shy, but letting a man finger her in public was certainly not the act of a shy girl. She wasn’t even making an effort to find a private location; they were right out in the open.

  Maybe she wasn’t the same Suzie anymore?

  “Will you make me a promise?” Andre asked.

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  Andre gazed at her slyly. “Promise me that when you tell Brad about this, you tell him how wet you got. I want him to know how turned on it made you to walk around naked, letting strangers touch you.”

  Suzie blushed, but she nodded. “I promise… I’ll tell him.”

  “Let’s walk a little further,” Andre said, releasing her. “I’ll buy you dinner at Tony’s.” He began to walk again, and Suzie kept pace beside him, although she wondered what kind of place Tony’s was. She had butterflies in her stomach as she imagined dining in a fancy restaurant while naked.

  But Tony’s turned out to be a hot dog stand by the side of the river. The hot dogs were sold out of a small concrete building, and several rows of picnic tables surrounded the building, bathed in white fluorescent lights from two overhead streetlights. Hardly anyone was there, only a group of three black teenagers sitting at one of the tables. Suzie sat at another one of the tables, as far as she could get from the three teenagers, while Andre went up to buy some hot dogs. She could tell the teenagers had noticed her; they kept looking her way and murmuring to each other.

  Andre returned with two hot dogs and two cokes. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted mustard or ketchup,” he said. “The condiments are over there on the counter.”

  Suzie glanced in that direction. She could see the condiments, but if she walked in that direction, she would be in clear view of the three teenagers. “This is fine,” she said. “I don’t need anything.” She took a bite of her hot dog.

  Andre watched her. “So, is this the first time Brad has done something like this? Left you naked in the middle of town?”

  “This is the first time…” Suzie said. “One time he undressed me under the bleachers, but it wasn’t like this.” To Suzie, making love to Brad under the bleachers seemed tame compared to what she was currently doing, but Andre still seemed very interested in hearing that story. He listened intently as she described how she had clung obediently to the bar above her while Brad stripped her naked and made love to her.

  She had just reached the point in the story where Brad told her she should put her clothes back on. “Why did you wait to get dressed?” Andre interrupted. “Were you waiting for him to say you could?”

  “I guess so… I guess I wasn’t sure if we were done.”

  “What if he hadn’t told you to get dressed? What if he had tried to lead you out from under the bleachers, still naked? Would you have gone?”

  Suzie thought for a moment. “Yes,” she admitted, blushing. “I think I would have stayed naked for as long as he wanted, no matter who saw me. It would have been embarrassing, but I would have done it if he wanted.”

  “You really are in love.” Andre smiled at her. “Come over here and let me have a better look at your body.”

  Suzie stood and walked to his side of the table. She stood patiently next to him, letting run his eyes up and down her naked body. He reached up and squeezed her breasts, then slid his hand down her belly to cup her between her legs. “You’re so turned on,” he observed. Suzie couldn’t deny that she was really wet. Behind Andre, she could see the three black youths, all of them watching Andre fondle her.

  Andre asked her to sit on the table in front of him, so Suzie climbed and up and sat facing him. She expected that he would continue touching her, but instead he gently pushed her legs apart to give himself a clear view of her vagina, then leisurely finished eating his hot dog while gazing at her body. It reminded Suzie of her prom fantasy, the one where she stripped off her prom dress and sat on the table in front of Brad. But this was no fantasy. Suzie could barely believe that she was acting like such an exhibitionist, but she also couldn’t deny it was making her really turned on to be displayed in front of Andre like some kind of lewd human centerpiece. When Andre finally finished his hot dog and stood to undo his pants, Suzie was trembling with desire, urgently needing to feel his penis inside her.

  Andre pushed her back onto the table and slid his erection into her. He made rough love to her, thrusting hard against her, grinding her body against the cold aluminum of the table. Suzie whimpered, throwing her arms around him and pushing her pelvis against his thrusts, urging him deeper. The feeling of his hands squeezing and pinching her breasts sent waves of pleasure up and down her body. When she felt his penis twitching, spraying her insides with his semen, Suzie gave in to her orgasm, writhing under him, oblivious to her surroundings.

  Suzie didn’t know how long she laid there, with Andre’s penis inside her and the cool night air fluttering against her sweaty skin. Her eyes gazed upward at the dark sky, and she breathed deeply through her mouth, tasting the crisp scent of the wind coming off the river. Time seemed meaningless to her, as if she was in a dream, and it might have been a few seconds or it might have been a lot longer. But finally she felt Andre pull out of her, his penis softening.

  She sat up. Her senses were heightened, and the world seemed to glow. The table she lay on was a bright, shining silver, and her body was bathed in pure, white light. It was as if she floated on a shining rectangle drifting through space. It didn’t surprise her that the three teenagers now stood around the table. Andre stood to the side, buttoning his pants.

  Suzie looked at the faces of the three youths, who gazed hungrily at her body. Lying on the table under the bright lights, Suzie felt like she was on a stage, as if it was all a show for an unseen audience sitting in the darkness. She reached out and took hold of one of the boy’s hands, bringing it to her chest. For a moment, she gazed at his hand pressed against her breast, marveling at the contrast of his thick black fingers against her glowing white skin. He clutched her roughly, and she gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure that radiated from her sensitive flesh. The boy took hold of her legs and pulled her around to face him. She didn’t notice him unzipping, but suddenly his enormous penis bobbed between her legs like a cobra. In a daze, Suzie watched as he found the opening to her vagina, and pushed into her. Gasping, she fell back onto the table, losing herself in this new coupling.

  Despite the tall black boy’s rough appearance, his stroke was gentler than Andre’s. Andre had been frenetic, as if he was in a hurry to finish, but the boy seemed to want to take his time and savor the experience. It didn’t seem to matter to him that they were out in public view. Suzie felt like a toy as he effortlessly moved her back and forth on his hard shaft. He pressed a long kiss on her lips, his tongue invading her mouth. His breath smelled like sweet relish.

  The area outside their circle of light was impenetrable blackness, and Suzie couldn’t shake the feeling that an audience lurked out there, watching her every move. She began to play towards that direction, shifting her body so that her face and body were more visible. When one of the other teenagers reached down to stroke her nipples, Suzie dropped her arm so that the audience could see. She turned her face toward the darkness and tried to let her expression project the pleasure she was feeling. She didn’t want to hold anything back.

  She remembered what Brad had said, that day under the bleachers: “We’re actors. We like to do things in front of an audience.” Was she playing the role of Jenna, the table her stage, the audience looming in the dark night? Or was she being Jenna, offering her body to a group of strangers, surrendering herself to their pleasure? Suzie couldn’t reconcile the difference between the two; they seemed like two sides of the same coin, a coin that was spinning on a table. When it stopped spinning, what would it show?

  She was dimly aware that the second teenager was between her legs now. He was faster, rougher. Black hands continued to slide over her body. The phantom audience watched silently. Suzie arched her back; when she felt an orgasm pulsate through her, she let the audience see the tremors pulsing through her flesh. Somehow, the performing seemed to make her orgasm bigger.

  The second teenager was done, and the third teenager shifted her onto her side, his fingers scrambling at her ass. Suzie realized what he was doing, but she didn’t protest as his penis pressed against
her asshole. Could the audience see? Did they have a clear enough view? Suzie moaned as the boy penetrated her asshole. Another orgasm rippled through her, and she gripped the wave of pleasure like a magic carpet, letting it pull her up and up.

  She didn’t know how much time passed, but she became aware of a boy speaking to her. Suzie sat up. Her eyes swept the darkness, but of course, there wasn’t any audience out there. It was just her and the three teenagers, surrounded by empty tables. Even Andre had disappeared.

  It was the first boy talking to her, asking her where she was going to go now, what was she going to do.

  Suzie tried to shake off her disorientation. She was sitting in a sticky puddle on the table, and her vagina and asshole felt empty, stretched by everything that had been inserted into them. Her shirt had disappeared; it hadn’t covered her much anyway, but she was still distressed by its absence. She was upset that Andre had left her. He’d seemed like a nice guy, and she’d been hoping he would give her a ride back to the school.

  Fortunately, the three teenagers turned out to be very nice, and drove her back in their beat-up red Hyundai. They told her to call them any time she wanted to party. Suzie thanked them, and went to her car to retrieve the spare set of clothes she had started to keep in the trunk.

  As she drove home, Suzie’s head swam with the memories of the day. She felt as if she’d been irreversibly changed by the events since school ended, transformed into someone new, someone she didn’t really understand yet. Her parents would ask her how her Stanford interview had gone. How could she answer?

  17. Maddy

  Suzie couldn’t wait to see Brad again. She was anxious to talk about her interview, and the adventure she had had afterwards. At school the next day, she watched for Brad, but he never seemed to be around. She felt like she was floating; all day, she could only think about the way he kissed her.

  They didn’t have rehearsal after school, so Suzie decided she would drive to his apartment. She killed some time in the library to give him time to get home, then got into her car and drove over to his building. When she knocked on the door, Marty answered. “Oh! Hi, Suzie.”