1 Chapter 1

Candice and I were in the mood for some serious lovemaking. Our relationship had gone to the next level—she spent more and more time at my apartment and I was close to asking her to move in. There’s nothing nicer than sharing your life with someone you trust.

I’d just finished stripping her out of her clothes. She lay on her back, her luscious breasts spread out, her areolas the darkest I’ve ever seen against her honey-colored skin. She had a wiry thatch of pubic hair she only neatened occasionally and there was nothing I loved more than to run my fingers through the coarseness of it, tugging until she shrieked with laughter.

The hair on her head, though, was so curly people thought she’d had a tight perm. Long and shinny, it fell over her face and down her back, cascading over her shoulders. Most of the time she pulled it back, but tiny wisps would escape, framing her perfect face.

She rolled over to pick up her glass of champagne. Her buttocks were like a perfect peach, ripe and ready to be devoured. I ran my hand lovingly over her hip, caressing her cheek as she flashed her dark eyes at me, crinkling them mischievously. I’d promised her a night she’d never forget, and I hoped it would be one she enjoyed thoroughly.

Candice had only come out a year or so ago. She’d fought her desire to be with a woman for so long, dating men to please her parents and five brothers. Whenever her brothers’ friends came over, they’d beg to be set up on a date, and as Candice was so obliging, she’d always say yes, even though she found them tedious.

You wouldn’t think being so beautiful would be a hardship, but when you’re not interested in the opposite sex, it is. Men would constantly be hitting on her, whether it was a guy on the bus, a stranger walking down the street, a barman, her fellow workers—who happen to be lawyers and we all know what they’re like—or her old friends from school.

Everyone wanted to be with Candice, and I was lucky enough to be the one she wanted. So because she was lacking in her sexual prowess, I’d taken it upon myself to educate her, and she was loving it

“Don’t pick it up,” she pouted as the phone rang.

She tugged at my top, wanting me to be naked, too. Playfully I slapped her hands away as I reached for the phone.

“I have to. It could be my mother. Remember I told you she wanted to come out next weekend?”

“Okay,” she said, lunging forward to smack me on the backside.

I laughed. “I’ll get you for that.”

“Promise?” she chuckled, opening and closing her legs, her wiry patch hiding her pussy lips. I tried to dive into her but she evaded me, laughing as she quickly rolled away.

“Hello?” I asked, distracted. “God, it’s been ages. How are you?”

“Who is it?” Candice whispered.

I mouthed Emma—she’s a phone sex worker and an old girlfriend. Candice knew all about her, as we had no secrets from each other, which is how I liked my relationships to be—that way there were never any surprises.

We chatted for a while, much to Candice’s annoyance, and then I said, “Sure, why not? I’ve been on my own all day, feeling horny, so yeah, run it by me and I’ll let you know what I think.”

I put my fingers to my lips to indicate I wanted Candice to be quiet—I didn’t want Emma to know she was there. “I’ll put you on speaker so if I get into the mood, I can do as I please. Give me a minute to switch phones in the bedroom.”

With my hand over the mouth piece, I whispered to Candice that I wanted her to do everything Emma was saying on the other end, but I didn’t want Emma to know she was there.

Into the phone, I said, “Okay, hit me with your best lines.”

Emma’s voice came through the phone’s speaker and filled the room. “I’m going to grab those titties of yours, massage them through your T-shirt, would you like that?”

“I think you should add a bit more,” I suggested, “make it less to the point, if you know what I mean.”

“Sure, okay,” she said. “Your breasts, they’re fantastic. I’ve never seen any so luscious before and I believe they’re just begging for me to touch them. Do you mind if I do?”

“Hmm,” I said as Candice massaged and attacked my breasts. “Yes, that’s better.”

“Good,” Emma said. “Now I’m going to pull that T-shirt over your head, grazing your breasts as I go. Your T-shirt is tight so your breasts squash against the fabric. You’ll love it, your breasts will harden under my touch and you’ll be dying for me to see them naked, won’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, I want you to see them,” I said as Candice inched my top over my midriff. Her tongue danced over my flesh as she exposed my cleavage, then flipped my shirt over my head.