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Newly divorced from my wife of seven years. No kids, and no real ties to speak of, so what was I to do? I was feeling adventurous, and since I was still young, I decided to move to the western part of the state that I live in. I live in Virginia, by the way, and going west in Virginia means going to the mountains. It also means going to the land of the trailer parks. I was hoping that I could use what little money I had saved up to get a small place, fix it up, and turn it into a bachelor pad.
I settled in a small town called Lenton. It was a dying town, and the people there hadn't really figured it out yet. Most of the jobs were either low-paying, or they were high-paying. There wasn't much of an in between. You had a few big factories and a pharmaceutical company. They were the ones that paid the big bucks. Beyond those places of employment, you had the big-box stores, the convenience stores, some farming, and then you had good old-fashioned illegal activity. The illegal activity came in the form of drug dealing. Mostly meth, but there was some pot and heroin too. I occasionally purchased weed from a neighbor, but that was about it. I was never into the hard stuff.
My neighborhood which was small, sat directly across from a trailer park. The park was shabby, and its tenants were not what you'd likely call upstanding citizens for the most part. There were a few that were trying to get out, but the cycle perpetuated itself quite forcefully, and that made it difficult for most, for completely impossible.
I really don't know why I just told you all of that. It's not important. This story is about Candi. I later learned that "Candi" was short for Candace, but that's also irrelevant. Candi resided in one of the nicer trailers. She was also one of the ones in the park that was trying to make a better life for herself. She was at the local big-box store trying to purchase a computer when I met her. She was looking at the dirt-cheap laptops.
"You might want to splurge on something a little better," I said, trying my best to not sound like a dick.
"Well, this is all I can afford, right now." Her tone was defensive.
Feeling guilty, I said, "Look, I know that you don't know me, and I don't know you, but I'm in a pretty good mood, so how about you get one of the better computers and I'll help you pay for it."
"Why would you do that? You don't even know me." Her defensiveness turned to hesitance towards my generosity.
"Just think of it as a nice gesture from a stranger. Or maybe you can owe me one, one day if we ever see each other again."
"You're fucking weird, but I'll take you up on your offer 'cuz I need all the help I can get." She smiled finally, and I smiled back. We picked out one of the more expensive computers and we checked out together.
As we were walking out the door with our purchases in hand she sheepishly said, "Um, I know that you just bought me this really nice computer, and I really appreciate that you did that for me, but do you think that you could give me a ride home too? I'm worried that if someone sees me walking down the street with this thing, they might try and steal it."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that you didn't have a car. Sure, I'll take you home. Where do you live?"
"Crisville Trailer Court, right off of Route 25," she said.
I smiled at her. "You're in luck. It just so happens that I live in the little neighborhood right across from there. I'm Ryan, by the way."
"Candi," she replied. "Nice to meet you Ryan. And again, thank you for this. I wish that I could pay you back."
It was at that moment that I started to look at Candi's body. She was short, probably 5'02, and she probably weighed about 150. She had red hair, blue eyes, and a pale, freckly face. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that made her large, round ass look amazing, and a t-shirt that was low-cut enough that I could see at least six inches of her generous cleavage. She must have caught me looking at her because she started to smile mischievously.
"I guess you like what you see, huh" she asked with a wry smile on her face. "Is this why you bought me this computer, and why you're giving me a ride home? So you can ogle me?"
Trying my best not to sound like a total creep, I told her that I hadn't really paid attention to the way that she looked until just now.
"You know I don't believe that, right? I mean, come on, my tits are practically falling out of my shirt," she said, giving them a slight jiggle for good measure.
"I'm serious," I replied. "I really was just trying to be nice. But now that I'm really looking at you, I have to admit that I really like what I'm seeing."
"Yeah, I bet you do," she replied.
We got to my car and we loaded it up with the stuff that we'd bought. Candi took extra care putting the computer in the trunk, and then got into the passenger seat. I was already in the car, starting it up when she inquired, "So, what is it that you want from me? You think I should fuck you now, since you bought me a computer? Or maybe just a blowjob?"
"Wow, that came out of left field," I said defensively. "I really don't want anything from you. I was just trying to be nice."
"Well, maybe I want to be nice to you." She shifted in her seat, so I could get a better view of her tits. "Would you like me to be nice to you?"
"I don't know," I said. "I don't know anything about you, except that you live in the trailer park near my house, you're hot, and that you now own a decent laptop."
"What is it that you want to know," she asked.
I felt her hand on my thigh, and my erection was betraying my desire to just do a good deed for someone. "First off, how old are you? I know that's a rude question, but you have to be careful these days. I mean, you definitely look like you're over 18, but I want to know for sure."
"Actually, I'm nineteen. Does that make you feel better?"
"A little," I said as my erection continued to thicken.
"Does this mean that I can ask you questions too," she asked. Her hand was creeping up my thigh, and her smile was turning devilish, and I getting even more turned on.
"How old are you?"
"I'm thirty-two."
