A week later, Candice asked me to stay after class then invited me to go with her to an Ingmar Bergman movie. I gagged at the title, but cheerfully said, sure. We had a good time, and it was the first of many such good times; movies, plays, art shows, and once even a cocktail party. Of course, I willfully restrained all my sexual impulses and made no advances. She didn't make any either. We still kissed, usually just a peck for hello, and a brief real kiss for good-bye. We hadn't discussed rules but they were there.
Tongues could touch on a goodbye kiss, but only a quick lick or two. I had the feeling that this was a concession on her part to sooth my sexual pride, not because she wanted to french with me. But we became very close friends, and our get-togethers didn't decrease in number, even when she started dating this handsome dentist. I didn't like him, but didn't say so, putting my own feelings down to natural jealousy, although there was just something snaky about him. But I turned out to be right about the schmuck - Alfred was his name.
We'd been friends for about four months when Candice's divorce came through, and it was that week that she started sleeping with Alfred. I only got to see her once that week. The following week, she found out that he was married and promptly dumped him. I could have killed the jerk. Now Candice was all disgusted and hurt again, and I hurt for her. About two weeks after that, she had me over for dinner, and I decided that the time was ripe for me to make my move. She was down on men again, and I figured that she'd probably give in, because she trusted me, if for no other reason. I was right, too, but it wasn't at all easy.
She had said to dress comfortable, so I did. I arrived with two bottles of wine, a carefully selected DVD and wearing a sweatshirt, cut-offs, and tennis shoes - no underwear or socks. I did wear light makeup, a gold bracelet on my left ankle that contrasted nicely with my tan, a lingering touch of perfume and a pink, cherry-flavored lip-gloss. Her idea of comfortable turned out to be a beige pullover blouse, a yellow cotton skirt and bare feet.
At least she was barefoot; that was a good sign, although it would have been a better one if she'd been wearing nail polish. I could tell she was wearing panties, because I could see their outline through the soft material of her pastel skirt, but for once, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her big nipples seemed to push impatiently at the beige blouse. I set down my stuff on her kitchen table while she locked and chained the front door of her house - she always did that.
"You and your suntan and short shorts!" She chuckled, giving me a warm hug and the hello peck on the lips, "It's a wonder you got here without getting raped!"
"Do you really think I look sexy?" We still had our arms around each other, so I hugged her tighter, her big breasts pushing against my shoulders, "Then give me a real welcoming kiss to show me that you love me!"
She laughed and arched her neck to touch her nose to mine, looking directly into my eyes from inches away, "You blackmailing little minx! You know I love you; you're the best friend that I have, Kathy Patterson!" God! She was so tall! And I was tall for a female, but she made me feel short.
I started to say 'prove it,' but instead, I put one hand on the back of her neck and gently drew her lips to mine. Our waxed lips touched and melted together and she opened her mouth to me and let my tongue lightly tingle against the tip of hers. The kiss took all the breath out of me, and I'd have been willing to stand there until my legs collapsed, but all too soon, she pushed me away with a grin and a waggling finger of admonishment, "Now, now, my sweet sex-maniac! You're trying to tempt me into sin again!" I laughed and we worked together fixing supper.
After dinner, as we sat together side by side on the couch, sipping rum & cokes and watching the video that I had brought, I tried to plan my next move. The film was an Italian romantic comedy, genuinely funny, but with lots of really racy scenes, including one scene near the end that had this chick that was tired of men and trying out a woman. In the end, she gets her man, and her and her new girlfriend are giving each other a wink, insinuating that they were going to have fun together whether the marriage worked out or not. So, the guy was obviously going to have to perform well or lose out all together.
Instead of taking the message 'as is,' Candice kept giving me sideways looks as if to say, 'Give me a break. I know what you're up to!' After the movie, she switched over to MTV. "Hey!" I declared, "You've got to admit that it was funny, and the message was valid for all of that!"
She grinned, "I'll admit that you're the most persistent cuss in the universe, that's what I'll admit!"
When she set the remote control back on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, I touched her leg lightly on her right knee; I was sitting beside her on her right, and her feet were propped up on the coffee table. "Think about it, Candy. You don't have to give up men. You don't have to change your lifestyle. You only have to give up one thing!"
She gave me another sideways look with a little smile, "Okay, what would I have to give up?"
"The lack of a good sex life," I murmured as I leaned my head over one of her enormous breasts and nipped the nipple through the cloth with my teeth. She jumped, glaring at me.
"Now cut it out, Kathy! I don't want to go that way!" A tear glistened in her eye, "I've been hurt enough lately! Do you think that I want to give up my dearest friend to another transitory love relationship? Hell, no, I don't!"
I moved close to her face and breathed my words into her mouth, "I'm not asking for you to give up anything at all. I love you, Candy, and I want to go on being your friend. But I want to eat your pussy, too. Are you afraid to eat mine? Is that what's bothering you?" I had thought of Sheila; maybe Candice was just afraid of giving.
Almost unconsciously, her eyes strayed to my lap before they snapped back to mine, and she answered, "I guess that's part of it. I already know that I want to make you happy, because I love you, but when I think about doing it with you, it seems weird. Unnatural." She shrugged helplessly, "Even if I wanted to be a lesbian. Don't you see? You are the most stable thing in my life, and I don't want to jeopardize that! You're the last person that I'd want as a lover. I lose lovers!"
"Now let's face facts," I said sternly, "You haven't lost any lovers. You have just rejected a couple because they wouldn't fit in the mold that you've cast for them. You picked a couple of jerks and tried to make them into Mr. Right. And now you're trying to fit me into some kind of definition for a friend. Listen, I fuck my friends, male and female. I don't have any lovers - not the way you think of it. Really, Candy, you need to loosen up and quit trying to make the world fit into your preconceptions. You're missing a lot of interesting scenery. Your missing Life! If you want to wait for Mr. Right, fine! Maybe he'll even show up – just wait and don't push it. But you don't need to be chaste and bored in the interim!"
I put my hands on her face and gazed earnestly into her bright blue eyes, "I'll always be your friend. If we screw around, and Mr. Right comes along, and you want to be Mrs. Right, that's okay. We can quit screwing around, but we'll still be friends. I'm talking about sex for fun between people who love each other. I'm not asking you to marry me, but I do love you, Candy!" I kissed her firmly, and though I opened her mouth slightly with mine, I didn't slip her the tongue, hoping that she'd do the honors.
She did, timorously, with a couple of brief licks in my mouth. Then I kissed her eyelids and her forehead, and then her ear. I gave her a quick, spine-tingling lick in the ear and whispered, "C'mon! Just let me play with your body a little bit, Candy. It'll be fun!" I gave her ear a slower lick.
She giggled, "Just a little?"
