Charlie And Candy

Charlie wasn't looking forward to this in the slightest. How did he get dragged by his best friends to a strip club of all places? How did he let them talk him into it in the first place? Sure, his friends wanted to help him "hook up," but there were three problems: 1) He had a major midterm to study for tonight; 2) If his family found out he went to a strip club, he would be disowned faster than he could say "herpes"; and 3) Even if he didn't have any test to sweat over, even if he could get away with going to a strip club without his family's knowledge, he had no hope in even having a conversation with a woman - one look at his pale gangly figure, auburn hair and gawkiness, and he'd be laughed off of campus (granted it never happened, since he was too busy with studies to think of dating). All the same, his three friends talked him into - or rather begged him to - going along with their stupid idea. It wasn't long before Charlie and his pals were off to the Sweet and Spicy Club.

Tate, a wannabe bad boy greaser, whipped out his comb to straighten his pompadour as he an his pals stood in front of the Sweet and Spicy Club. He bounces one leg like an Elvis impersonator in anticipation. Leroy, a giant of a country bumpkin with a Southern accent, bobs his head to the tunes blaring out of the club. Percy, a guy with a manbun and gauge earrings, rubbed his hands with excitement. As for Charlie, he was regretting everything before the night even started.

"Yeah, baby," Tate nearly whooped. "Here we are, gang. This is the place I've been tellin' ya about."

"And wait until you try the drinks, boys," Percy said with a smile. "They're worth the price."

"How would ya know?" Leroy asked.

Percy realized what he just said. "Uh, one of my exes told me. Yeah."

"Wait, have you been here? What the hell, man? You holdin' out on us, Percy?" asked Tate, seeing through his friend's lie.

"Well you seemed so excited I didn't want to spoil your mood," Percy admitted. "Sorry, 'kay?"

Tate grinned and patted him on the shoulder. "Ah, fuggedaboudit. Come on guys - let's head in."

"Uh, you guys go ahead," Charlie said, "I really need to get back to studying."

"What're ya'll talkin' 'bout?" Leroy asked. "You studied for three damn hours, Charlie."

"So?"

"So you need a break," Percy said. "All work and no play makes you frickin' cray-cray."

"Yeah," Tate agreed before putting an arm around Charlie's shoulders. "Now look, when we became roommates, we became friends. You following?"

"I think so," Charlie said.

"Good. Now my old man and me have a saying: Friends help friends."

"That's a saying?"

"And I promised myself when I got into college, I was getting a nice piece of ass, and having friends now, I promised them I'd help them get some nice piece of ass too. Charlie, my man, it doesn't have to be a serious relationship with the chick, you know."

Charlie knew full well the number of women Tate got together with, even though he lost track. "What's wrong with a committed relationship?"

"Hey, if you find it in the Sweet and Spicy, then I'll try the fuckin' lottery! Come on, don't back out on us now - live a little."

"I don't know..."

"I'll tell ya what, Charlie: Just this one time for us, and we'll never ask you again."

"Are you sure?"

"I swear on my mother's grave."

"I thought you said your ma's living with her new boyfriend," Leroy said.

"Well yeah, but you get the idea. But whattya say, Charlie? You don't wanna miss out. I promise you."

Charlie groaned. "Alright, fine - but I'm only doing it for you guys."

"Fabulous!" cheered Percy.

The four friends went in to the Sweet and Spicy. Charlie was greeted by loud rap music, a stage with poles and women dancing seductively and a bar. His heart raced with fear, as he hoped no one else he knew would be here.

"Alright!" grinned Tate. "Time we mingled, gents."

"Yup," smirked Leroy before eying a scantily-clad waitress with pigtails strutting past him. "Hoo-wee, I'll catch you guys later." With that, he strolled behind her and leaving his friends.

"Go for the goal, Leroy!" cheered Tate. "Let's go guys. The bar's open for us."

Percy nearly strained his eyes as he looked at a cigarette-smoking bartender. "Hmm, don't mind if I do."

"Remember, Percy - this is Charlie's night, you know."

"Right, but it never hurts to ask for extra help. And I'm thirsty."

"Good point. C'mon."

As three of the friends sat down, the bartender looked at them and rasped in a smoker's voice, "What'll it be?"

"Gimme a black jack," smiled Tate.

"Ooh, I'll have an appletini," Percy cooed.

"Can I just have water?" Charlie asked.

"And scotch!" Tate interjected. "My friend wants a water and scotch.... And a key, if you know what I mean."

The bartender snickered raggedly. "Sure thing. The only key left is for room 6913."

Charlie felt uneasy. "What's in room 6913?"

The bartender ignored him, picked up the phone and dialed before speaking into it. "Hey, Candy. You got a guy who's waitin'. Get yourself ready at room 6913, toots."

"What the hell, Tate?" Charlie asked with his teeth gritted.

"Charlie, ya can't just ask for fuckin' water in a place like this!" whispered Tate. "You wanna get some ass, or look like one?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Of course it matters. I'm just lookin' out for ya."

"Ugh, whatever."

Smirking, the bartender walked over to Charlie and dropped the key in front of him. "Go upstairs, take a right, don't keep Candy waitin' and enjoy yerself, pal. Hope ya like surprises."

Chuckling, Tate took the key, placed it in Charlie's hand and guided him to the stairs going up before making a right turn to room 6913.

"Here's the place," Tate grinned. "Ready for some Candy?"

"On second thought," gulped Charlie, "I think I will have that scotch and water now."

Tate ignored his friend before knocking on the door.

"Come on in. I'm ready," called out a sultry feminine voice.

"She's all yours, pal," said Tate nudging his friend with an elbow. He noticed the unsure look on Charlie's face. "Relax, Charlie - you'll be fine."

"I just don't know," Charlie responded. "I mean, I didn't feel anything for the dancers or waitresses back there."

"You didn't interact with them."

"That's not what I mean."

It took Tate a moment to figure it out. "Oh, I get it. Well, maybe this chick'll be different. If you need more time, the night's still young."

"Don't be shy, big boy," called out Candy's voice again.

Charlie took a breath. "Alright, but you and the others owe me one after this."

Tate laughed about a second. "You got it."

Charlie unlocked the door, walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The inside of the room was dimly lit with a red light, had a bed placed under a window and on top of the bed was a blond-haired woman, who looked to be Charlie's age, in a trench coat. She was laying on her back and eyeing him with a seductive smirk on her ruby red lips as she looked at him upside down.

"Um... hello?" Charlie responded, as awkward as usual.

"Mmm, hello yourself, cutie," Candy purred as she got up and sauntered over, hips swinging beneath her trench coat. She was up close to his face that Charlie could see the baby blue color of her eyes and smell her perfume. "Got a name, stud?"

"Um... I'm Charlie. I guess you're Candy?"

"Ooh, I can be whatever you want me to be," Candy winked before licking his cheek. The action caused Charlie to freeze in place out of surprise, and yet he didn't seem to mind it.

"No, I mean, that's your name, right?" Charlie asked, trying to compose himself. "I just thought we might as well get acquainted. You already know my name."

Candy was pleasantly surprised that this guy was actually trying to be polite before exposing a shoulder. "If the bartender called me 'Candy,' then it's my name, baby."

"Well, I mean, it's true."

"Ooh, but enough small talk, Charlie baby," Candy then exposed the other shoulder. "Come on, my body's screaming and trembling for you."

Charlie sighed. "Too bad you're only saying that."

Candy then stopped smiling. "What do you mean?"

"Please don't think I'm judging you, but you're... well, you know."

"A whore?"

"I mean dancer. You're one of those dancers, right?"

"Well, yeah, but I fuck for cash you know. But you're not judging at all."

"Even so, look at me. I'm just a beam pole - a total dork with an Adam's apple. I'm sure you've met guys far better looking than me."

Candy didn't like hearing Charlie talk about himself that way. "Oh, sweetie, that's not true. Well, alright - I have met a lot of real lookers, and used to date one."

Charlie was curious. "You had a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, before the fucker left me high and dry for some rich bitch."

"High and dry? Oh god, you mean he took your money?"

Candy pouted. "Yeah, the cocksucker. Not just my money, but even my own home and everything in it."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Mmm, don't be. You know it's not like I have any right to judge how people look."

"Yeah, your boyfriend's a jerk."

"True, but that's not what I mean. You see, he did leave me two things." Candy slipped her trench coat off and stood there naked before holding onto her massive full-term pregnant belly.

Charlie was surprised at this turn of events.

"My god," Charlie whispered. He felt his pants tighten.

"Please don't judge yourself, Charlie. I'm not," Candy pouted as she rubbed her swollen baby bump.

Charlie felt awkward - now more than ever as he tried to hold conversation again. "So... when are you due?"

"A couple months. The doctor said I have twins."

Charlie's pants started to tighten more, making him blush out of embarrassment and tried to head for the door. "Oh, wow - uh, congratulations then. Listen Candy, I don't know how much you charge, but whatever it is, I'll double it - just to help you out."

Candy noticed his erection and decided to play along as she pretended to feel hurt as she blocked his way back out. "Oh, what's the matter, Charlie? Does my pregnancy turn you off? Do you not find me pretty?"

"What? No, no - I didn't mean that. I think you're very pretty. I just don't think it would be a good idea given your condition." Charlie placed his hands over his crotch. "And I'm sure you understand what I mean, don't you?"

Candy then stopped pretending to be hurt and smirked, wrapping her arms behind his neck. "Oh, do you really? Because your mouth says no, but the bulge in your pants says yes. And pregnant women can have sex too, you know."

She started French-kissing him sloppily as she walked him closer to the bed. Once they parted their kiss, a string of spittle between them, Charlie looked dazed, eliciting a giggle from Candy.

"Maybe it's a good thing I didn't have that drink after all," Charlie drawled. "Are you sure you're okay with it?"

"Mmm, I am if you are," Candy cooed. "Ooh! I think my babies wouldn't mind either." She backed up and playfully patted her bump with both hands. "They're kicking. Wanna feel them?"

"Sure."

Charlie knelt down and felt Candy's unborn babies. Her skin felt soft and full of life and before he knew what happened, he found himself kissing her belly. He stopped himself as fast as he started, realizing what he was doing (if her delighted squeal was anything to go by).

"Oh my god," Charlie gasped. "I'm sorry, Candy - that was uncalled of me."

However, Candy giggled (much to his surprise). "Mmmm, I don't mind you kissing it - it was very sweet of you. Tell me, Charlie, do you secretly like pregnant girls? Don't lie to me, baby - I'll know."

"I... guess you could say that. You're not weirded out or anything?"

"Aww, I'm not weirded out. Maiesiophilia's not too unusual.... You know, when you were feeling and kissing my tummy, it made me feel... horny."

As Candy spoke, she slowly undid Charlie's pants. His face turned redder as she pulled his pants down and traced her hands from his erection up to under his shirt. He eventually succumbed to his urges as he put his arms up and let her pull it off of him.

"Come on baby," Candy whispered in his ear. "Don't stop now. Rub it, kiss it, lick it. I want to feel everything. Get inside me and fuck me like crazy." She then kissed his neck.

"Okay," Charlie conceded. As he rubbed, kissed and licked her pregnant belly, he heard her breath hitch before coming up to kiss her neck and then French kiss each other, as she pressed her ample breasts up against his chest. Before Charlie knew what happened, he found himself on the bed, with Candy looking down at him as she pulled his underwear down. His erection grew bigger as it throbbed before she maneuvered around to insert it into her wet loin. It wasn't before long that Candy started bouncing up and down on Charlie, the bed creaking, her breasts jiggling, him grunting and her panting and orgasming.

"Oh, Charlie!" moaned Candy. "Oh god, yes - yes - yes - yes!"

"Candy!" Charlie moaned back. "I can't hold back."

"Come on baby! Harder! Harder! I'm going to cum! I want you to cum inside me so bad at the same time! Oh, my womb is aching! Fuck my brains out! I wanna feel everything! Do it, do it, do it, do it! Oh, baby, fucking yes! Oh god! Oh god!" The faster and harder she bounced, the heavier Candy's breathing became.

Charlie felt the urge coming on. "Oh god, I think I'm going to c-c-c-c-c-c-c-!" It didn't take too long before Charlie climaxed inside her, and Candy screamed in ecstasy. She then rolled off and fell next to him, both of which caught their breaths.

"Oh, wow," Candy swooned between breaths, "God, I've never cummed that hard before. I don't think I ever had sex feel so good before."

Charlie eventually caught his breath. "You'll never believe me, but that was the first time."

"First time having sex with a pregnant woman you mean?"

"No. I mean the first time in my life."

Candy sobered up, realizing what he meant as she turned onto her side. "Shut. Up. For fucking real?... Well, was it good for you, baby?"

Charlie turned onto his side and caressed her cheek as he smiled. "It was better than I've heard."

Candy giggled before thinking of something. Digging into Charlie's pants, she pulled out his cell phone, tweaked with it a bit and handed it to him. Straightening his underwear and pants and standing back up, he noticed her name and number in his contacts.

"I don't understand," said Charlie in confusion. "Why your number?"

"Because you've been such a sweet guy," Candy said sincerely. "I think I'm ready to try dating again, but only if you want to. Consider it payment."

"Well... I have a midterm coming up, so I'll call you when that's done?"

"Mmmmm." She then kissed him again before whispering. "It's a date, cutie."

Outside the door, Tate had an arm slung around a dancing girl as they were both listening in at the door. Soon Charlie came out dressed up again, happiness clearly on his face.

"Damn, they weren't kiddin' 'bout pregnancy hormones, huh?" asked the dancing girl with a thick New York accent.

"So, Charlie - how'd it go?" asked Tate.

"I think I owe you a lottery ticket," smiled Charlie.

Tate and the dancing girl looked at each other confused as Charlie strutted out before they started following him, wanting to know more.