Getting Candy (PM me)

[AnnieD]

*** Out of character ***

Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some drug/alcohol abuse, some reluctance 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.

If you're interested, please send me a PM. Thank you!


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My character:

http://i.imgur.com/sp4tdIi.png

Name: Candy Lee
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 38J

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Some backstory:

http://i.imgur.com/ChqKrdi.jpg​

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. 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.

To make matters even worse, Mindy - Candy's friend, has been talking about him nonstop. Her advice, due to Candy's recent issues with her boyfriend, is just to give in to Derek. While this advice frustrates Candy to end, the eighteen year old just takes it as just teasing. But, in reality, Mindy is trying to set her friend up, for very selfish reasons...

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Story/IC:

"Okay, so we'll have the party here...but 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.

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. Yes, my place was big - but two floors and a basement isn't big enough of a house for that excuse to work!

...But 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."

Well he was right about that much. I loved social media and taking a good picture was one of my favorite things that you could possibly imagine. So, I posed for a shot and was sure to put it up online:

http://i.imgur.com/5M565il.jpg​

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The party: 9 PM:

So the party started and it was going great. The guests were all pretty mature, or at least from college kid standards (they sure loved their alcohol though). An interesting thing, at least for me, were that the majority of people here were college students. Some were going to state colleges, others were in better schools like Berkeley (the school that I got accepted to, FYI). Anyway, it was so cool to meet all sorts of new people that I actually forgot that Derek was even invited to come. I guess that I didn't think much of it, seeing that after fifteen minutes or so of hearing nothing of him, that I just assumed that he was off to some sleazy bar or strip-club. He seemed like the type.

As for me? I was mostly mingling with Mindy and gossiping over the stupidest things. But of course, our fun conversations wouldn't go for too long before she found an excuse to push my buttons:

"So I saw your Instagram picture earlier. Do you think Derek is going to look at it?" she asked with the stupidest grin.

"Oh my god, stop!" I said with a laugh "I don't care about Derek, he's a moron."
"Yeah, but he's a cute moron." she said as I groaned in frustration. "What do you think his thoughts will be when he sees it?"
"Probably just my chest." I said, looking down at it. Not too much cleavage, thankfully - although with shirt was tight. Tight enough to hug both 38J cup breasts to the point where you could see the curvature of each big breast.

* DING DONG *​

"That's probably him!" Mindy said, in a tone of almost excitement. I swear, sometimes I wondered if she had a crush on him.

"God, I hope not." I answered back simply. I was having such a good time, the last thing that I wanted was for that pervert to come in here. Then, almost as if God himself wanted to laugh at my expense, I heard Mike greet him. Not only that, but call me out:

"Candy, it's Derek! Come say hi!"

"You have to be kidding me."

 

[lovingfingers]

Derek Smith

I stood at the door of Candy's parents house. They were out of town, again, and she was having a party, again. Crap, I was still amazed that they allowed it, assuming they knew about it. Hell, if I had a daughter built like her, I would lock her in her room.

But they hadn't, and I was going to take advantage of it, somehow, soon. I shifted, holding the bag of bottles of vodka and rum. Nothing like a little alcohol to loosen a girls pants. And while there were likely a number of girls at this party, I was interested only in one. I had seen the picture she had posted a few minutes ago. Damn, what a fucking huge rack! You will be holding my cock like you are holding that bottle of beer, jacking me off onto your tits bitch.

The door opened and I saw Mike inside. Ah, the little kiss ass. The only reason I put up with him is he had what I wanted, and it was so easy to string him along. I extended a friendly greeting to him, and heard him call for Candy.

I kept from grinning too much as I saw her round the corner and come down the hall towards us. She did not look happy. But the sight of her huge rack swaying as she walked made me very happy. I extended my hand to her, "Hi Candy, lovely as always."

You tried hard to mask your dislike, and I had to grin broadly. Oh the expression you would have when I was pounding your cunt...

Mindy walked behind her, greeting me more effusively. I handed her the bag and she held it to her chest. If it hadn't been for Candy, I would have bagged the little tart. Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize.

We all walked into the kitchen. I glanced around. I was the oldest one here, a bit heavier than all these young men, my hair thinning. But hell, I had had more pussy than all of them put together. Candy walked from the room. And I will have that pussy too...

 

[AnnieD]

"Hi Candy, lovely as always."

Ugh, there he was. Mr. Derek Smith.

"It's nice to see you too, Derek." I said with a fake smile. You know, I always wondered if he could tell that I couldn't stand the sight of him. Still, I was a polite host so I showed him inside as Mindy took his bags (judging from the distinct clinks it made, I guessed that he brought more alcohol). I ignored that perverted look he gave me, especially when it went to my chest and simply went to sit down...but there Mindy was, almost surprised to see that I had left them on their own and she came to see me.

"What are you doing?" she asked, while I glanced at her replying:
"What?"
"You can't leave your guest like that."
"Ugh...why not...?"​

Well, there goes my peace and quiet. We chatted a bit, whispering to each other before I got up and helped take the things out of Derek's bags. Surprise, there was a lot of alcohol in here. Vodka and rum. I'm sure a few people here would be happy to drink this, although this was too much for my taste.

"Hey, maybe we should have a drink?" Mindy asked, looking at Derek as he walked by. "Come on Candy, let's take a shot of vodka."

"No thanks." I said with a raised eyebrow "Beer is probably the strongest drink I've ever had."

"Derek, shouldn't Candy drink?"

Why? Why was she asking him?

 

[lovingfingers]

I had remained in the foyer for a time, making conversation with Mike. God, he was so easy to string along. I pondered what he would say if I promised him a promotion, if he could arrange for me to bang his girlfriend. Probably not. As stupid as he was, only a complete idiot would let her out of his sight.

Eventually, I managed to extricate myself and go in search of a drink. In the kitchen, I saw Mindy chatting with Candy. I had to grin. I wasn't entirely sure why Mindy was so eager to help me, but I would take all the help I could get. As I got closer, I heard her ask me if Candy shouldn't drink. I stopped, a vision in my head of fucking a drunken Candy... I liked it!

"Suuurrre!" I replied, "You don't have to drive anywhere. Worse that can happen is you get tipsy, go upstairs and crash."

I left out the part about me following you and tearing your clothes off. I wondered if your nipples were proportional to the size of your breasts...

"But shots are really for getting trashed," I suggested, "Let me make you something."

I stepped around them, and went to the frig. Opening it, I saw what I needed. Making myself at home, I made us three strong rum and cokes, with lime. I slid two of them to the girls and savored the view as you both had to bend over the counter to retrieve them. I raised mine in silent toast to Candy's rack, and you both followed.

Mindy made positive noises about the drink, encouraging you. As much as you watched me like a hawk, you didn't spit it out. Good, good, baby steps...

 

[AnnieD]

"Suuurrre!" he replied to Mindy's statement "You don't have to drive anywhere. Worse that can happen is you get tipsy, go upstairs and crash."


Ugh, I'm sure that this pervert would love to have my tipsy. To have my judgement impaired as the night went on, just so he'd have a chance - or at least, he probably thought. I couldn't stand the sight of him and while he talked, I glanced around for Mike. Maybe he'd want to see how this pervert of a 'friend' would act as the night went on.

"But shots are really for getting trashed," he suggested, "Let me make you something."

He started mixing the drinks. I whispered to Mindy:

"What the hell are you thinking? I don't want to take anything from him."
"Candy, relax. He's not such a bad guy. Besides, free drinks!"

Once he was done, he slid them to us. I leaned over, inadvertently giving him a bit of cleavage as I moved my body. I didn't even realize this, until I felt the counter against my 38J cup breasts, the hefty orbs pressing against the smooth surface. I cursed myself for that and watched Mindy's reaction to the drink.

"Mmmm" she said, savoring it. I nearly rolled my eyes before I said:

"What the hell, why not?"

I took the shot and savored it; the coke really did bring up some flavour to the rum and before you ask, yes, this was my first time trying something stronger than white wine and beer. Despite what I thought, I sighed before I thanked Derek. "Thanks. This is actually pretty decent."

 

[lovingfingers]

"Well," I grinned wolfishly, "I tended bar in college. Good to see I haven't lost my touch."

There were a few other touches I would love to show Candy, but not just quite yet.

Mindy giggled, "Oooo, a bartender, huh? What else can you make?"

Looking cocky, I replied, "Try me."

"Howwww about," she smiled, "a long island iced tea?"

"Hmmm," I chuckled, turning to look in the cupboard and then the frig, pulling out a couple bottles, "yeah, I can do that."

Mike had wandered in, and saw me mixing up a pitcher, commenting that he didn't know I was a mixologist. A minute later, I was pouring out glasses for everyone. Mindy gulped some down and badgered Candy into trying some. I watched her raise her glass and saw her throat move as she swallowed. I wondered if she swallowed, or if Mike had had the pleasure of shoving his cock down her throat.