Several annoying typos have been fixed; which should've happened much a sooner. This is a continuation of the Good Guys Can Win, which follows the adventures of Candice, Mark, and Tom. Again, this is a complete work of fiction, and all characters herein are at least 18 years of age. Special thanks to The Seeker and Madam Sam for editing and general input; much appreciated! Similar to the last installment, the action is slow to build. Please leave comments, suggestions, and a score or vote if you're so inclined.
Visit #4
It was a warm day several weeks later, when the guys are scheduled to return. Candice mowed the yard once by herself, which is required to maintain the budget. She also wanted to wait to let things sit for a while, so the guys could hopefully figure out where they stand with what went on the last visit, and if or how they'd like to continue. She hoped they were ok with playing in front of each other, and will continue to go down that road. Not that she's trying to get them to cross any lines in sexuality, although that wouldn't be awful. Candice does, however, prefer to keep the group together so they can keep it fun and informal, maybe a little less personal, and avoid the typical complications of relationships.
This is obviously a fine line, but her intentions are relatively pure, and she's an optimist. So, bring it ON!
The guys show up about fifteen minutes early, which is a fantastic sign. They'd done some texting a few days ago to nail-down the date and time for this visit. However, it was all too brief and focused to get any kind of read on their state. She half-expected them to bail out, or for only one of them to show up. Seeing both Mark and Tom, earlier than expected, was a quick thrill for Candice. Mark is in a sleeveless T this time, which she considered a nice touch.
She met them near the truck, in jeans and a T again. Candice walked them to the back, throwing her hips around much more than necessary, and spoke briefly about some recent thoughts she had on the border between her yard and the neighbors. Turning to walk away, she looked back and offered that they feel free to come inside after finishing up, for this month's check and a quick drink.
"The back door would be open, so just yell for me and make yourselves comfortable." She offered.
It seemed safe to assume that they'd be looking in the windows occasionally, from here on out. Therefore, to bring the heat back up a little, she decided to ditch the jeans and walk around for a while in the T and panties. Candice had found a particular kind of undies that she's very fond of at the moment. They look relatively normal but leave a lot of both cheeks exposed. She didn't hesitate to make eye contact with both of the of the guys several times; just smiling away as if she were dressed normally, and kept going about some minor straightening. She can't believe she's doing this. Really, she can't believe she's still comfortable enough with them to keep going.
"The sexual potential in the air feels incredible!" She thought
Side note: a few days ago, Candice looked at one of those Hip Hop girly-magazines, The King, or something. She was half-drunk in line at a convenience store, and the rack was right next to her, so she peeked. On the cover was a woman in a thong, and this chick's ass was absolutely humonstrous! Not way-too-big or anything, but pretty darn huge. It was a marvel, to say the least. So, as she's does every now and then, she yelped loudly and picked the magazine up to have a look-see. This thing was like its own celebrity! It was the focus of the whole spread, with her pretty face and smallish breasts looming in the background. Candice made mental note of the poses on several pages, as "the ass" was emphasized in some very creative ways. "Men and their primal compulsions are beyond fascinating." She thought
Candice figured if that if she were flat back there she could easily be saddened and frustrated by recent pop-trends, but as it turns out, she happens to appreciate her ass. After practicing a few of those magazine poses, she worked a few in while screwing around with a guy she was seeing. He seemed very happy. As it turns out, Candice has got quite a bit going on back there, compared to many women. She get comments now and then, and they make her feel good for the most part.
Right before the guys were scheduled to come back, she bought a very short skirt and decided to put it on. It's got the loose ruffled-thing going on, instead of being tight, which is more comfortable and much easier to play around in. This thing can go from PG-13 to X-rated at a moment's notice! She'd just have to walk or bend in a few different ways.
"THIS is exactly why I love being a woman!" Candice thought
She could wear this to any mall in the world, and without really breaking any social rules, can give people a very intimate show. Hey, they can enjoy or turn away, it's up to them. So many women don't appreciate that both men and women would probably take a quick peek, and enjoy the accompanying quickened pulse. Candice identifies with that idea, however, and she likes to participate on both ends of that transaction relatively often. To her, there's nothing wrong with going out there and spreading the peace and love.
Candice is wearing that skirt, sorting laundry in her room, when she hears Tom's voice.
"Hey, Candice?! We're coming into the kitchen and I'm going to hit the John."
"Cool, I'll be out in a sec! Feel free to check out the fridge."
On the way down the hall, she reminded herself that she needed to appear very happy and at ease with what had happened so far. She is, indeed, very pleased with everything so it wouldn't be faking; it just had to be immediately recognizable to these two.
Mark was seated at the small, 4 seat table in the eating nook, drinking a glass of water.
"Hey man! Thanks again for working with my scheduling requests. It probably seems weird, but I like getting out there and mowing and whacking everything myself, whenever I can." Candice explained
Mark chuckled
"Hmmm, I guess I whack a lot of things around here. But, of course I was....you know what I'm saying. I'm not some spoiled chick who never touches the yard, that's all." I said
He nodded, not really trying to hide staring at her skirt as she got herself some water. Tom emerged into the hall from the bathroom, wiping his hands on his pants, and telling me that there was no towel.
"Gotcha, it happens to be laundry day. Which, by chance, is a big reason I need lawn help." she answered, going on to explain that this line of thinking may be the reason she finds herself getting very horny when preparing laundry; that their visit a few weeks ago was alive and well in Candice's memory.
