Free Unchaste: A Steamy Short Lesbian Erotica by Sandy Blue Page A

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    ©Sandy Blue 2014

 
    UNCHASTE
    A Lesbian
Erotic Short Story

Do you really
collect sex toys?” Candy asked me, her blue eyes opened wide with surprise and
a piece of gum forgotten on the tip of her tongue as she opened her jaw to show
her surprise.  “Really?”
    I laughed at
the comical look on her face and nodded.  “Hell yeah, why shouldn’t I?”
    “Oh, I don’t
know,” she looked away, embarrassment coloring her face.  “I mean, I guess
it’s pretty normal to have them…toys I mean, but I’ve never heard anyone brag
about them before.”
    “Well then,” I
countered, “I think you’ve been hanging out with the wrong people.”
    Really, I
suspected the problem was just her youth and inexperience.  Candy was 18
years old – plus a month.  I knew because I had been at her birthday
party.  She had started working at the office straight out of high school
and I had been admiring her figure even before it was legal for me to do
so.  Now that she was not jailbait anymore, there was no way I was going
to pass up a chance to flirt with her and maybe even get her back to my place.
    Candy was
hot.  She was almost as blonde as I was, but I suspect hers was natural
and mine came in a bottle – and like I said, she was
hot.  She had a pair of titties that would make grown men weep, and horny
women like me wet.  They were D cup at least and one hundred percent
natural.  While mine matched hers in size, they were far from natural –
but still looked good.
    “Maybe,” she
giggled, but turned to look at me rather than at the floor, something I took as
a very good sign.
    “Would you like
to come over and see them?” I prodded, against my better judgment.  Past
experience told me that it was better for me to take it slow, take my time,
tease, make jokes and make up a bogus reason for her to come to the house, but
for some reason I just thought, ‘fuck it’ and went for it.  Thankfully, it
worked.  Candy blushed again and then chomped down on her gum once,
probably a nervous habit, and then nodded.
    “Awesome, I’m
off work now, if you are too we could head out now, I’ll give you a ride.”
    “Okay,” she
managed to say, but her voice was barely a whisper.  She cleared her throat
and when she spoke, again it sounded far more normal.  “Sounds good – just
let me get my purse.”
    As she weaved
her way through the maze of desks to her own, I watched her round butt – not
even bothering to try to hide it, everyone I worked with already knew I am a
horny bitch so there was no point.  She had the kind of ass that bounced
when she walked in a way that always made me feel like it was chewing bubble
gum – though maybe I was projecting because I’d never seen Candy without a
piece in her mouth.
    She grabbed her
coat and purse, turned off her computer and then, without a word of goodbye to
anyone else, came back over to where I was waiting in the hall.  We walked
out together and down to the car park in almost complete silence – small talk felt
trite and forced but she was not ready for anything else, yet.
    When we reached
my car, I unlocked my door, got in and then reached over to unlock hers. 
As she got in, I arranged it so that my hand would be on her seat when she sat
down.
    “Oh,
sorry.” I said and
pulled it away, sounding and looking quite innocent.  She blushed all the
way up to her ears and then looked down at the floor as she shut the door
behind her and did up her seat belt.  I might have taken
that as a sign that she was only interested in seeing the toys and leaving my
place, except that she sat in such a way that when I reached over to shift
gears the knuckles of my hand would brush against the outside of her knee and
thigh – a girl doesn’t do that when she’s not looking for a little action.
    “So, Candy, why
are you working here?  It doesn’t seem like the best destination for a
girl just out of high school – being shackled to a