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Getting Candy ((CLOSED))
Candy Lee is a young woman who turned eighteen years old about three months ago. Coming from an upper-class family in Los Angeles, Candy was something of a stereotype of an only daughter from a rich family; pampered, spoiled, blonde. However, don't let that fool you, Candy wasn't exactly an insufferable bitch like the stereotype implies - she was kind, if not downright naive. It's true that she could be a bit ditzy at times, but she wasn't exactly a Hilton sister by any means.
But personality aside, what really sets her apart is her body. It's a sight to see, her being a high school senior with such a thin body and with massive, jaw-dropping 38J cup knockers. Some of the neighborhood boys (and their parents!) make it routine to catch a glimpse of her when she's on her morning jog, or when she's out to get her morning newspaper. She knows what is happening, but doesn't make a big deal about it.
What she does mind, however is Derek Smith. He was a thirty three year old who has worked as a senior Business Consultant for many years. The only reason why she knew of him is because her boyfriend, Mike, was desperate to get on his good side for a promotion. This meant that there were plenty of outings where she had to interact with him and catch him constantly stealing glances down her shirt.
She tries to tell Mike about it from time to time, but it doesn't seem to work. He's constantly trying to come up with excuses for him that it's beginning to get on her nerves...
...
So, this was the type of conversation Mike, my wonderful boyfriend of two years, and I had whenever we talked about him - Derek, the biggest douchebag that you can imagine. I couldn't understand why those two even hung out, seeing as they couldn't be further apart. Mike was a gentleman and a sweetheart, Derek was a womanizing piece of shit. I'm sorry, I don't mean to swear but he seriously got on my nerves sometimes.
You see, he was a bit older than us to begin with. I'm eighteen years old, Mike's twenty two and Derek is freaking thirty three years old! You would have thought that age would have brought some maturity, but it didn't...he was constantly chasing after young women and more in particular - me! You heard me right, even thought they hung out a lot, he was constantly checking me out.
"...But Mike, he's an asshole!" I practically shout as he went off to my kitchen, grabbing two bottles of beer. My parents were out of town, as usual, so we had my place to ourselves...and others, seeing as we were going to have a get together with many people (yes, including that asshole Derek). "You know, the last time I caught him upstairs. He was in my room! I think he was looking for my bra!" I added while Mike sighed.
"He was lost, Candy. You know how big the house is." he answered with a lame excuse.
Fine, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. I had plenty of other arguments.
"Okay, what about the time that he was talking to me and the entire time he was looking at my boobs?!"
I'm sorry if it looked like I was a bit harsh, but I really was anxious about having to see him. Derek was always up to something and if it could be helped, I'd rather not deal with it...especially since this get-together was at my house.
"You've got great boobs, Candy. You know that a guy just can't help looking sometimes. It's harmless." Mike replied as I frowned. It was true, I guess; the size of my chest was a bit overwhelming to most people. But people would normally stop after a few seconds! His stare lingered.
"You're too laid back." I said, frustrated as he came to me with a beer bottle in hand. I took it, and slowly took a sip.
"I'm sorry babe, but I really do need him around. You understand, don't you?"
"Yeah..."
"How about a quick picture to cheer you up? Come on, smile. You love having these on Instagram."
Which was true, I guess. I dropped my anger and smiled for the picture. Besides, who's to say that Derek would even show up?
*** Out of character ***
Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some alcohol abuse, cheating and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!
Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.
Right now, I'm looking for one dominant male writer to play as Derek, so if this story looks like your jam please send me a PM! I'll edit this out once I do find someone.
CLOSED: TheRPGuru/Me
***
Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some alcohol abuse, cheating and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!
Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.
Right now, I'm looking for one dominant male writer to play as Derek, so if this story looks like your jam please send me a PM! I'll edit this out once I do find someone.
CLOSED: TheRPGuru/Me
***
Some backstory:
Candy Lee is a young woman who turned eighteen years old about three months ago. Coming from an upper-class family in Los Angeles, Candy was something of a stereotype of an only daughter from a rich family; pampered, spoiled, blonde. However, don't let that fool you, Candy wasn't exactly an insufferable bitch like the stereotype implies - she was kind, if not downright naive. It's true that she could be a bit ditzy at times, but she wasn't exactly a Hilton sister by any means.
But personality aside, what really sets her apart is her body. It's a sight to see, her being a high school senior with such a thin body and with massive, jaw-dropping 38J cup knockers. Some of the neighborhood boys (and their parents!) make it routine to catch a glimpse of her when she's on her morning jog, or when she's out to get her morning newspaper. She knows what is happening, but doesn't make a big deal about it.
What she does mind, however is Derek Smith. He was a thirty three year old who has worked as a senior Business Consultant for many years. The only reason why she knew of him is because her boyfriend, Mike, was desperate to get on his good side for a promotion. This meant that there were plenty of outings where she had to interact with him and catch him constantly stealing glances down her shirt.
She tries to tell Mike about it from time to time, but it doesn't seem to work. He's constantly trying to come up with excuses for him that it's beginning to get on her nerves...
***
"Does he have to come over?"
"Yeah babe, I told you...if I don't invite him then there will be drama."
"But there will be drama if he does come over here!"
"I think you're overreacting."
"Does he have to come over?"
"Yeah babe, I told you...if I don't invite him then there will be drama."
"But there will be drama if he does come over here!"
"I think you're overreacting."
...
So, this was the type of conversation Mike, my wonderful boyfriend of two years, and I had whenever we talked about him - Derek, the biggest douchebag that you can imagine. I couldn't understand why those two even hung out, seeing as they couldn't be further apart. Mike was a gentleman and a sweetheart, Derek was a womanizing piece of shit. I'm sorry, I don't mean to swear but he seriously got on my nerves sometimes.
You see, he was a bit older than us to begin with. I'm eighteen years old, Mike's twenty two and Derek is freaking thirty three years old! You would have thought that age would have brought some maturity, but it didn't...he was constantly chasing after young women and more in particular - me! You heard me right, even thought they hung out a lot, he was constantly checking me out.
"...But Mike, he's an asshole!" I practically shout as he went off to my kitchen, grabbing two bottles of beer. My parents were out of town, as usual, so we had my place to ourselves...and others, seeing as we were going to have a get together with many people (yes, including that asshole Derek). "You know, the last time I caught him upstairs. He was in my room! I think he was looking for my bra!" I added while Mike sighed.
"He was lost, Candy. You know how big the house is." he answered with a lame excuse.
Fine, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. I had plenty of other arguments.
"Okay, what about the time that he was talking to me and the entire time he was looking at my boobs?!"
I'm sorry if it looked like I was a bit harsh, but I really was anxious about having to see him. Derek was always up to something and if it could be helped, I'd rather not deal with it...especially since this get-together was at my house.
"You've got great boobs, Candy. You know that a guy just can't help looking sometimes. It's harmless." Mike replied as I frowned. It was true, I guess; the size of my chest was a bit overwhelming to most people. But people would normally stop after a few seconds! His stare lingered.
"You're too laid back." I said, frustrated as he came to me with a beer bottle in hand. I took it, and slowly took a sip.
"I'm sorry babe, but I really do need him around. You understand, don't you?"
"Yeah..."
"How about a quick picture to cheer you up? Come on, smile. You love having these on Instagram."
Which was true, I guess. I dropped my anger and smiled for the picture. Besides, who's to say that Derek would even show up?
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