Sitting in her Rolls Royce, Candice was feeling really down after having been made a fool of by Tim.
Everyone had warned her that he was married but she had shut them out not wanting to believe the man who gave her such beautiful orgasms belonged to another woman. Tim's wife's appearance on the scene brought her love life to a crashing end.
Now she felt more worthless than she ever had in her eighteen years. She not only was without a boyfriend she didn't even have any prospects. Who would want her now after a married guy had fucked her?
Jack Duckworth entered the café to order his full English breakfast when he sees the dejected teen sitting in the corner.
"What's up flower?" he cheerfully asks.
"Oh, it's just guy trouble Jack." Candice mournfully answers.
"Too many?" Jack makes a feeble attempt at humor.
"No, just all the good ones are married." She tells him.
Jack always got a hard-on when he saw Candice. Her short dresses barely covered her rounded ass and her bare legs were long and shapely. Candice had perky young breasts, Jack estimated 36B's and he had seen enough of her cleavage to know they were creamy white and smooth. It had been many years since Jack had got his cock into a nice bit of young fluff like Candice.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jack offered.
"You don't want to hear it." She answered.
"Sure, but it would be better at my place, it is quieter there." Jack coaxed.
If Jack could get the young girl into his house they would be alone for over an hour before Vera got home.
"Well, OK, if you really want to." Candice agreed.
Jack quickly paid Cropper for Candice's tea and hustled his prey out the door.
Jack told Candice to have a seat on the couch while he went through to the kitchen to put the kettle on.
As he filled the kettle he looked out into the living room where he could see Candice sitting. Her knees were carelessly spread apart allowing Jack ton see her silk covered fan. Her knickers were slightly bulged by the mound of pubic hard beneath; Jack's cock was already as hard as a rock.
Over a cup of tea and a hastily prepared plate of biscuits Candice poured her heart out giving Jack a detailed account of her fiasco with Tim. Her description how she had performed oral sex on him and how he had violated her bum only enraged Jack's cock.
Preoccupied in relating her sad tale Candice was totally unaware that now her knees were obscenely apart and Jack could see the material of her knickers was stretched across her crotch, allowing a few strands of her mousy brown pubic hairs to escape from the leg openings. Jack was sure he could see a patch of dampness right where her clit would be.
While Jacko was salivating over Candice's crotch the poor girl was breaking down into tears.
"There, there, Petal." Jack attempted to console her reaching over and putting his hand on her bare thigh.
Candice did not resist his touch, "Why don't men find me desirable Jack?" she bleated. "Now that I've been fucked by a married guy I will never get a boyfriend."
Jack was surprised by her use of the "F" word but he did not agree that she was not desirable. "Lots of guys would love to fuck you!" Jack rebutted intentionally using "fuck" to see if she would be shocked. Jacks hand moved slightly higher up her leg.