Free Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 by Anita Cox Page A

drink.”
    I nodded and tossed in a few whole beans into the drinks and slid one to him.  
    “Fuck!” he said after a sip.   “This is delicious!”
    “These come with a warning label,” I giggled.
    “A warning label?”
    “Yeah, they taste too good.   You drink them too fast and before you know it, you’re hammered and the caffeine has you so wired you can’t pass out when you want to.”
    David stood from the counter and headed into the living room.  
    I took a deep breath, found my resolve and followed him, sitting on the same couch, but with one cushion between us.
    “Sounds like you have experience,” he said with a laugh.
    I lifted my eyebrow and nodded in agreement.   I lit up a smoke and took a deep drag.
    After a few minutes of odd small talk, I got David to open up to me about his past relationships.   He really did have a bad run of luck with women.   Not one of them communicated their needs so he was doomed for failure from the beginning.   I was guilty of the same thing.   For years I accepted the routine of giving my husband a blow job for a few moments then resuming the missionary position, never climaxing and never feeling fulfilled.
    “He never did anything for you?   Not even with his fingers?”   David’s mouth hung slack.
    “Nope.   He was the only person I had ever been with and I was too shy to talk with anyone about sex, so I just figured I was responsible for my own orgasm.   I don’t mean responsible the way Linda says, but I literally had to take matters into my own hands.”   I sipped at my drink, face reddened at admitting this to a total stranger.
    “That really sucks.   It’s sort of hard to believe for a guy like myself that tries so hard to imagine a guy just being so selfish.”
    “Oh David, you have no idea.   Sex was so boring.   It started to feel like a chore, or a responsibility.”
    “So, how on earth did you wind up in Linda’s class?”
    I laughed.   “You’re not going to believe this.”
    “Try me, I’m really easy.   I’ll believe anything.”   David chuckled.
    He did have a naïve way about him.   “Well, when I finally got the gumption to talk to my girlfriend, she invited me over for a party.   There was a woman there selling sex toys.”
    “I bet you nearly passed out when you saw all that stuff!”
    “You have no idea.   I got really wasted that night.   It was very overwhelming.   But at the end of the night the woman running the show gave me a card for Linda.   Then a few days later, I got another business card for her.   So I figured I had nothing to lose, besides sexual frustration.”
    By the third martini, we were both relaxed.   David felt sorry for me and I felt sorry for him.   We were both in the same awkward sexual boat.
    “This is so fucked up.   I’ve talked more about sex with you tonight, than I have in my entire life.”   He sighed.
    “It’s the martinis.”   I joked with him trying to keep it light.
    “Must be.”   He stretched, flexing his arms when he did so.  
    My eyes traveled the length of his arms.   They were nicely defined and big, but not grossly large.   I wanted to run my hands over them.
    “If I can say something without you being offended, I want you to know that you’re incredibly sexy.   That’s why I couldn’t hold back today.   I had this sexy woman on top of me and my hands on your ass, which is a nice ass.”
    I blushed.   “Thank you.”
    “You know, Linda wants us to be casual.   At least I think that’s the point,” I started.
    “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that since you said it the first time.   I think you’re right.   As awkward as the whole group was, it seems to be the case.”   He put his arm on the couch, bracing his head against his hand.
    “So let’s be casual.”   I was jumping the gun, but I had a sexy man in my apartment and we were on even playing field.
    “What?   I mean, I thought that’s what we were doing.”
    “I