Candices Comeuppance

Wednesday

I woke up earlier than usual on Wednesday. I rolled over with an arm stretched out to cuddle my boyfriend, but my bed was empty. It took me a moment to remember Chad and I had slept in our separate dorms for a change, and I wouldn't get to see him until after the game.

"You can do it, Candice!" I told myself in the mirror. "Just a few more days!"

Life was so good I could taste it. It was another beautiful, sunny day, and everyone was enjoying the warmer weather. This weekend was the state championship game - which Chad was obviously going to win. Then we were just a few weeks from graduation, and Chad would ask me to marry him, and then we could *finally* get married. We'd been dating since high school, and I couldn't wait to get to tie the knot so we could finally do ... it.

I blushed in shame, realizing I had let myself start thinking dirty thoughts. A good girl shouldn't think those kinds of things ... but sometimes I couldn't help myself and I found myself thinking of sin.

I shook my head to clear it, sat up, and started to get ready for the day. After a shower, I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. The other cheerleaders on my squad in high school had nicknamed me "Swanepoel," after the Victoria's Secret model Candice Swanepoel, and I liked to think I lived up to it. The nickname had followed me up to college. I had long, wavy, blonde hair, my 22 year old body was toned from years of cheerleading and at least half an hour in the gym every day, and God had blessed me with - if I say so myself - a pair of truly spectacular breasts. It was no wonder Chad was always trying to pressure me for sex, but I held true to my promise ring.

I got dressed in a cute but not revealing outfit of a skirt that fell just past my knees, a nice tank top, and a nice button down over it. The cheerleading outfits were a little revealing for my tastes and I tried to dress a little more conservatively when I could - "Jesus sees all," my daddy always said.

After running a few errands I stopped by the library to print off my last few school papers. That's when the day took a turn for the worse, when I saw Harold. "Hairy Harold," we'd always called him. He had been a loser in high school, always trying out different inventions and talking about his programs, but nothing ever worked.

I pretended I didn't see him smiling at me as I entered, but he had taken a seat near the printers. I waited around a few minutes hoping he would leave but he just kept typing at his ever-present laptop and didn't seem to be leaving, so I eventually had to approach him.

"Hello, Candice," he said, but I pretended I didn't hear him.

He stood up from his laptop and approached while my papers were printing.

"Hello, Candice," he tried again.

I rolled my eyes and decided it was time to put an end to this once and for all. I raised my voice and decided to humiliate him so badly he'd never want to talk to me again. I turned toward him.

"Ew!" I yelled out, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. "'How much'?!? I'm not a fucking hooker, loser! I wouldn't suck your dick if you were the last man on earth!"

Harold went beet red and tried to stammer out a response. I could see everyone staring at him.

"Can someone call security?" I screamed.

I saw several people at the front desk starting to pick up phones, still watching us closely.

"I - I wasn't ..." Harold started to say.

He looked so pathetic I almost felt bad for him. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, and a simple black Tshirt. He wasn't even that ugly, I could see maybe thinking he was cute in another world ... if only he hadn't been dubbed a loser the first day of high school.

He had tried to ask me out freshman year, and before I could answer Chad had pushed him to the floor. Several of his buddies had taken Harold off to give him a swirly in the bathroom while Chad had introduced himself, and we'd been going steady ever since.

"I just wondered if you'd want to see my new program," Harold was desperately trying to explain. "It's called the Master PC, and I think -"

I grabbed my papers and started hurrying for the exit, leaving him behind to deal with security. He hadn't actually done anything terrible, I knew, but I just couldn't have people thinking I was talking with a loser. The other girls in my sorority would never let me hear the end of it.

* * * * *

"Oh my god, you're so bad!" laughed my friend Mariah, later that night.

I laughed too. "I told him I wouldn't suck his dick, even if he were the last man on earth!"

She and a couple other friends, and our boyfriends, were out for our usual Wednesday evening trivia night at our favorite bar. Everyone seemed to be laughing, except for Chad.

"That loser talked to you?" he asked. He turned to one of his basketball buddies, Anthony. "Didn't we beat him up enough?"

"Why did you beat him up?" asked my other friend, Charlotte. We had met at college, while most of our group had been together since high school - she'd never seen Hairy Harold.

Everyone started jumping in.

"Oh, he was such a loser."

"He asked Candice out once."

"Harold was always reading in the library and stuff, he was a total nerd."

Charlotte seemed a little unconvinced at first, but Chad didn't seem to notice.

"If I see him again, we're gonna have to give him another swirly!"

"Just like old times!" someone hollered, and we all clinked drinks.

"Do you think he's ever had a blowjob?" someone asked.

"No, he's such a loser!" I shot back.

"Yeah, we made sure everyone knew what a loser he was," agreed Chad, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. "No way he's not a virgin."

"Remember that time he was actually on a date, and we ambushed him?" asked Anthony. "When was that, senior year?"

Mariah jumped in. She was dressed a little slutty for my tastes, in a low cut shirt that showed off most of her large breasts - all the guys were looking as she leaned over the table.

"No, that was definitely in college. I went up to him, my hands all over him, and thanked him for showing me such a great time the other night. Whoever that girl was, she was dumping him by the time I was leaving!" she said.

After another drink or two, Chad took me to a back corner, and started trying to get handsy. It had been a few days since the last time we ... had relations, so I guess I understood. I had my back to Chad's back as we were slow dancing in the corner, mostly alone, when he turned me toward a wall and slid his hands up my body, cupping my breasts through my shirt.

"Chad, stop!" I hissed, slapping his hands down.

"Come on, baby - you turn me on so much!"

"We can go to the car, and I can jerk you off," I said, looking around to make sure no one was watching. "Do you have a towel, or a glove?"

Seeing he wasn't going to cop a feel up top, Chad started trying to touch me between my legs, but of course I stopped him. Doing that would be a sin.

"Candice, baby, come on!" he urged. "Not even a blowjob? You don't want to feel my hard-"

"Chad, no! I already did that this week. What would Jesus think?" I asked.

I wriggled out of his grip and went to our booth to grab my coat. I pulled the car keys out of my jacket pocket.

"I know men have urges and I have to help sometimes, but -" I held up my hand, reminding him of my promise ring, "until you replace this with another ring, we can't do everything. Now, do you want to come out to the car or not?"

Chad reached in his pocket and handed me a plastic glove, then grabbed his coat and stormed outside. I met him in the car a moment later to help him ... let's say, "clear his head."

* * * * *

Thursday

Chad went back to his own room after the bar. He was pretty upset I didn't want to let him put his thing in my mouth, but I'd told him I would only do that once a week. My father, a pastor, had told us at camp once that it was a sin.

But it was a new day, and I wasn't going to let it get me down. Today was Thursday, and we just had a few days until the weekend, and I was sure Chad would pop the question after he won the big game on Saturday. I'd be there and look so cute in my cheerleading uniform, he'd be all muscley and strong and everything ... it was going to be perfect.

I turned in my papers in class, then went to meet up with my friends Mariah and Charlotte for lunch.

Mariah was dressed a little too revealing, as usual. Her dark brown hair was worn down, and she was enjoying the warm weather by wearing a short skirt and just a thin blue tank top. Charlotte, on the other hand, had come straight from yoga class. She wasn't as risque as Mariah, but she still got plenty of attention from men when we went out together. She still had on her tight yoga pants, and had thrown a button down over her sports bra - but she'd only done the bottom few buttons, so her chest was still lifted up on display.

Mariah had no shame. She jumped straight into telling us all about her wild night with Anthony, after the two left the bar together.

"I always get so horny when I drink!" she said. "I swear to god, I was sucking Anthony's thick, hard cock before we got home. We were just parked in the street when I finished him off - I always like to take his first load in my mouth, before we get to the good stuff."

"Mariah!" I exclaimed. "That's TMI, even for you!"

Charlotte laughed, shaking her head, making her new, short pixie cut hair wobble as much as it could.

"Candice, you are such a prude!" she said. "I'm surprised Chad stays with you!"

I put on a shocked face. "Girl, he gets plenty! I jerk him off at least once every three days, and once a week, I even -"

We all stopped to stare as a police car pulled up outside. We watched through the window as Harold was pulled out of the backseat. The cop roughly pushed him against the car and undid his handcuffs, then got back in and drove away.

"Oh my god, Candice, is that Harold?" asked Charlotte.

I just nodded, while Mariah noted, "He doesn't look like he slept well - he probably had a rough night in the lockup."

"I didn't think he would get put in jail, even for the night!" I said.

Just then, he noticed the three of us. I could see a mean expression cross his face, then he took a breath, relaxed, and walked toward us.

"Candice, I'd like an apology-" he started to say.

"Fuck off, loser," spat Mariah.

"That's harsh, Mariah," said Charlotte. I sometimes forgot she didn't know Harold like we did.

I could see Harold notice Charlotte's comment. He smiled at her, then turned back to me.

"-I'd like an apology for how you've treated me for years. Not just yesterday," he said.

I was a little lost for words. I did almost feel bad for him, and I knew he hadn't really done anything to me, but looking at Mariah, I knew I couldn't back down. She would tell the other sorority girls, and then I would lose all my social status.

"You can leave or we can call security, Harold," I said.

He looked a little disappointed, but nodded like he was expecting it. He glanced at Charlotte and smiled again.

"Ok. Don't forget I gave you a chance," he said, then he turned and walked away.

"That was weird," Mariah said. "What do you think he meant by that?"

Charlotte looked thoughtful. "What was he trying to show you in the library, again? His program?"

"He said it was called the 'Master PC,' I think," I said. "Why, how would that matter?"

* * * * *

I woke up that night to a pounding on my door. I slowly, groggily stood up and walked toward the door. The time on the wall clock looked like it was two in the morning.

"Chad?" I asked.

"No, it's me!"

I recognized Charlotte's voice and quickly opened the door. At first I was worried, but as soon as I opened the door I could see she looked happy, not hurt or scared. She pushed her way in as soon as I unlocked the door, flipped on a light switch, and poured herself a large glass of water.

"Charlotte, what happened to you?" I asked.

She looked flushed, and maybe the happiest I'd ever seen her. She was still in her yoga pants and sports bra from earlier, but didn't have her buttoned shirt anymore. And I couldn't help but notice her sports bra was a bit askew, as if it had been taken off and then put on again.

She smiled at me.

"I just had the best night!" she squealed. "I have to tell you about it!"

"Do you know what time it is, Charlotte?" I asked, a bit exasperated, but I sat down with her on my couch.

She sat on the couch and curled her feet under her so she could sit facing me. Looking down, I saw the knees of her yoga pants were a little torn up. Charlotte noticed what I was looking at, then giggled.

"Holy shit, Candice - forgive my language, but I've just been fucked six ways from Sunday! I never knew it could be so good!"

I appreciated her apologizing for the language, so I didn't feel the need to call her on it, and just went with it.

"When? Who? What happened?" I demanded. "Tell me everything!"

"Ok, so - I was on my way home, right after our lunch, right? And I was thinking about that guy, Harold. Honestly, I think maybe you and Chad have been kinda mean to him. But anyway. I was thinking about him, and I realized ... he's kinda hot!"

I pulled a bit of a face.

"No, really!" she continued. "If you hadn't already decided you thought he was a loser and you hated him ... he's kinda good looking. I was thinking about him while walking home, and honestly, my thoughts started getting kinda dirty. I started thinking about what he'd look like shirtless, what it would feel like to run my hands over his abs, what it would be like to be in bed next to him ..."

As she spoke, I couldn't help but start picturing the scenes she was describing. I started seeing Harold in my head, shirtless - and it wasn't totally unpleasant. I had to remind myself he was a loser.

"Candice ... I wondered what it would be like if we were in bed cuddling and he got horny. Do you think he'd be the type to try to sweetly seduce a girl? Gentle caresses and whispering in her ear?"

I opened my mouth to answer but Charlotte cut me off.

"Or would he be the type to just grab a girl, roughly manhandle her where he wanted, whatever position, and let her know she'd better get ready because they were about to fuck?"

"Well, I think-" I started.

"I realized I just had to find out. Totally out of the blue, I changed my course, and found myself knocking on some random door, a house just off campus. I didn't know who lived there, but I felt like I had always known - it was Harold's place. As soon as the door opened, he grabbed me, and Oh My God what a kisser!"

"You kissed Hairy Harold?" I asked, shocked.

"We did a lot more than kiss, Candice. We made out in the door for a minute, then he pulled me in - he's a lot stronger than he looks. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I couldn't have gotten away if I'd wanted to - not that I wanted to. So he pulls me in, then runs his hands up my body, feels my tits, and then just put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees."

"That - what? That's so degrading!"

"You haven't heard anything yet, Candice - I didn't mind, I wanted it. I needed it. I was desperate for him. I was practically drooling by the time I got to see his cock, and ooooooh, what a cock. I about died choking myself on it, fucking my face for his pleasure!"

"Charlotte! What would Jesus think?"

I expected this kind of talk from Mariah, but this was new from Charlotte. She wasn't the type to have one night stands or kiss and tell. We had met at church, and I didn't think she would do anything like this ... but I couldn't deny that picturing her, on her knees in front of Harold, sucking on his ... thing ... it was hot.

"That was just the beginning of it. We only just finished, and I had to come straight here to share," Charlotte said.

I paused and looked at the clock again.

"You 'just' finished? 'Just' now?"

Charlotte nodded, smiling.

"It's two in the morning! You left lunch at one in the afternoon - are you telling me you spent the last thirteen hours-"

"Yup!"

"No wonder you are thirsty!"

We stayed up a little while longer, talking, before I finally shooed her off so I could go to bed. I replayed the scenes in my head - it didn't make any sense. Harold was a loser, and Charlotte was one of my hottest friends. She was on the cheer squad with me, and the idea of her and Harold didn't make any sense ... but when I pictured it in my head, I couldn't deny it was hot. Very hot.

It was strange - when I thought about it, I felt like I could see it more clearly than usual, as if something was helping me picture the scene. I could see Charlotte dropping to her knees and reaching into Harold's pants, his head thrown back as she put her mouth on his thing ... and everything else she'd described. It made me so curious what sex was like, I had to admit.

Chad and I had done a lot of things, but never crossed the line. He knew I belonged to the church first, and how important my purity ring was to me. But I couldn't deny I was waiting and hoping for the day we would get married, so we could finally "do it."

I drifted off to sleep with images from Charlotte's story in my head, trying to imagine it was me and Chad.

* * * * *

Friday

I woke up the next morning to find I'd overslept. I had sweat through the sheets, and was horrified to find I had one hand in my panties. I immediately pulled it out and felt embarrassed - it was still a sin, even if you were asleep!

I was horrified to find I had dried juices from my "down there" running all down my legs, and I'd slept in a wet spot. Charlotte's story had really gotten to me, it seemed. I showered and changed the sheets, my face burning with shame.

The first thing I did was text Chad. I wanted to see if he was still upset with me, and make sure he was in a good headspace for the game tomorrow.

"Hey baby," I wrote, "Good luck with tomorrow's game! I think Mariah is putting together a party for after, at her parents' beach house. Want to go? I think it's been a week since I ... ;) "

I trailed off, but we both knew what I was saying - once a week, I let him put his penis in my mouth. It wasn't often, but I felt it was a necessary sin to stop him from doing more sin. And once a week might not sound like a lot, but add that up over the years we'd been dating, and it got to a lot - I liked to think I was pretty well practiced by now.

"I love you so much, Candice," Chad wrote back. "I'm sorry if I was a jerk at the bar. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and no amount of sex or not will ever change that. It's ok if you don't want to do anything ... but if you tell me it's been a week and you'd like to do something about it, I won't argue with you too hard ;) And sure, party at Mariah's after the game sounds fun, win or lose."

"I love you too, babe <3" I sent him, then I started getting dressed. I had overslept my first class, so I had plenty of time. I spent a while deciding on what to wear for the day - it was always a decision, a real choice, a bit of a balancing act. I needed to make sure I was modest enough in case my pastor father dropped by unannounced, or someone from his congregation came by, but I also needed to dress sexy enough that everyone would be jealous of Chad. I tried to look good for him.

I eventually settled on a tight pair of jeans that made my ass look really good, and a classic preppy look on top - a polo under a form-fitting cardigan. I had a nice pushup for my girls (not that they needed it) and after adding some makeup and putting my blonde hair up in a ponytail, I had to say, I looked hot.

An image flashed in my head of Charlotte, in bed with Harold, running her hand across his naked torso. He then grabbed her by the hand and pushed her face toward his crotch, not asking but demanding she open her mouth and take in his penis. No, not his penis. For some reason, that didn't sound right. If Harold was demanding Charlotte open her mouth and suck on him, he wouldn't have a penis, he'd have a cock. A big, hard, meaty - I shook my head, clearing away those naughty thoughts. Where had that come from?