Early in the morning Mr. Jacoby didn't dominate my mind for the first time in three days. I was so flustered that I couldn't think straight. Thoughts of Candi filled my dysfunctional mind.
The difference in our ages wasn't that much but Candice's demeanor was that of an experienced woman while my bearing could be described as nothing more that of a naïve schoolgirl, although she had treated me like an equal as she led me through the performance for Mr. Jacoby. I knew she could teach me much more about pleasing both men and women and being sexually delighted by either.
Her allover tan was a striking contrast to my natural fair pale skin. Her soft full breasts and spongy nipples felt wonderful squashed and brushing against my firm mounds and hard nubs. The light touch of her fingertips awakened all of my physical and mental spirits unlike the pawing and pressuring from the three males I had allowed to fondle me. Her mouth was a mirror of my own.
Was she the perfect lover for me or had she been only implementing instructions from Mr. Jacoby? Did she have the same genuine fondness for me that I had for her? I reasoned that I would find out today.
I met Candi in front of Mr. Jacoby's house. She was parked at the curb in a shiny red Corvette convertible with the motor running. The tape deck was playing some exotic South Seas jungle music with drums beating, birds chirping and animals calling out to their brethren.
I stood alongside it, afraid to touch it. The paint glowed and the chrome sparkled. The interior was white leather. It looked brand new, yet I knew it was an older model.
"Get in, Andi we've got work to do!"
"Is this yours?"
"Sure nuf, Love Bug. I spent my first year sucking and fucking to save up for this '60." As I sat down, way, way down, she eased away from the curb and turned down the volume of the music so we could talk.
What'cha got on under those cute sweats?"
"Nothing, should I go home and change?"
"Hell no! I'm the same."
She pulled aside the top of her red and white paisley wraparound and her boobs that I was so familiar with popped out. My lover had a thing for red.
"Do you always wear tie dresses and no underwear?"
"Yes I think my wraparound evokes a sense of feminine sophistication, just like being Candice for the boys. The design of a wraparound helps to hide any imperfections I may want to hide while drawing attention to my best features particularly when I use my little tricks while wearing it.
When I tie it loosely I am able to pull out the blouse portion so it allows me to flash my girls when I bend forward for a targeted gentleman's appreciation. When I am sitting I can inadvertently allow the skirt to slide off one or both of my thighs; the simple pull of gravity lets a prospect see almost up to my cooch. If I spread my legs my prey can see what I have to offer. By not wearing any foundation garments I can be naked in two seconds."
"Candi! Someone will see you!"
"That's the idea, sweetie. I want to make your mouth water. Show me yours."
I knew I shouldn't but I unzipped my top and let my titties free. I was surprised by the wind's draft that seemed to kiss and caress them.
"Slip your top off your shoulders so I can see all of them and slide your bottoms down to your ankles. Be FREE, Andi!"
Foregoing all sense of modesty I raised my butt and shimmied my pants down. When the wind struck my vee I spread my knees to take full advantage of the naughty thrill. I could feel the wind flutter though my pubic hair.
Candi reached over and pinched my left nipple softly; she hesitated and then pinched it harder and pulled my tit out roughly as if she were going to rip it off me just as Mr. Jacoby did when he wanted to start our game. I screamed, "I'm a cum-loving whore!"
"Good girl, now do your right tit for me so I don't wreck Her Highness."
I couldn't believe that Mr. Jacoby had shared our private game with Candi. I felt an extreme sense of betrayal as I pinched and pulled my right nipple shouting for any and all to hear, "I'm a cock-sucking slut!"
"You are just the cutest thing! I'm not a lesbian; I'm an ass-fucked whore yet I want to fuck you again."
I picked up on the response that she expected. "I'm not a lesbian either; I'm a cock-sucking slut yet I want to fuck you too!"
We both lost it as we began with giggles that turned into laughter, and then became overwhelming hysterics. I was choking and coughing with tears streaming down my cheeks. Candi was in the same state as she pulled off the two-lane short-cut to the city across and blocking some farmer's wide driveway.
Candi gave me a look that made my heart flutter. "I wish he was passing you on to Vera so we could be together more often."
I held back tears welling up, "We can be together whenever you want; I think I love you."
I said it. I said it out loud.
I threw myself across her lap and meowed as I flicked her nearest nipple with my wet tongue and reached up under the skirt of her dress to drive my fingers into her womanhood.
"Stop! Not here. Not now."
I mumbled that I wanted to fist-fuck her. I was surprise but pleased that I could be so blunt.
"I want you to do that too, but we need to find a better place, Love Bug. Farmer John is likely to come out here and pitchfork the two of us."
She had a rational point and her Corvette wasn't conducive to comfortable sex of any kind. I righted myself and pulled my pants up, zipped up my jacket and looked over at Candi. She had enclosed her breasts in her summery frock and was fumbling for a cigarette.
"I didn't know you smoked."
"I don't, at least not before sex. I've got to gather myself for a moment."
We both giggled. I was so impressed by the way she could make an awkward moment silly. She had a great sense of humor. Was it a defense of some sort? She pulled a pair of pilot's dark sunglasses from a clip on her visor and put them on. Did she think she had to hide her eyes from me?
She pulled out into the intermittent streaming traffic that had been passing us by.
"So tell me, Andi, how do you like your training so far?"
"Are you asking for Mr. Jacoby or yourself?"
