I Want Candy (13 page)

“I knew you knew I was tellin’ the truth. It’s not like you to run from yourself like this. Out of the three of us, you always seemed to be the most self-aware. Look, just give this a little time, and give him a call. Maybe you can work it out,” Dallas encouraged.

“Can I call you back? I’m so sorry, but I have a mountain of work,” Candy explained as she flipped through another report.

“Of course. No problem. Remember what I said. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Candy said as she hung up the phone. She briefly mulled over Dallas’s relayed advice, then got back to work, foraging through the pile with due diligence. Finally the weekend arrived, and she was making her way home for rest and relaxation.

“It’s the weekend, Girl!” Jasmine squealed as she called Candy in her car on her way home. “What are you doin’?”

“Drivin’, just like you,” Candy laughed. “This week’s been hell. I’m so glad it’s over. Did Dallas call you? She said something about us goin’ out to dinner and then comin’ back to my place to talk shit about everyone,” Candy teased.

“Yeah, she did. I have some news, too,” Jasmine said. “I met this new man I want y’all to meet.” Jasmine grinned.

“Oh, Lord!” Candy laughed. “I knew somethin’ was up. You sounded way too happy. Who is he, and where did you meet him?” Candy asked as she exited the expressway.

“His name is ‘Kevin,’ and I met him at the gym. He’s a divorced cop. We’ve gone out a couple of times. So far, so good,” Jasmine assured.

Candy rolled her eyes and laughed. “I’ll be the judge of that!”

“Alright, Girl. Well, I’ll call you back later,” Jasmine said as she switched lanes.

“OK, talk to you soon. Toodles.” Candy hung up the phone. She pulled into her garage soon after and rushed into the house, throwing her laptop and briefcase down on the counter while Enchanted purred incessantly for food.

“I hear you, I hear you, Boy! Mama’s thirsty!” Candy smiled as she pulled out a bottle of water and chugged it. She put cat food down for Enchanted and slid her shoes off, feeling the coolness of the hard wood floor against her feet as she entered the dining room and turned on the CD player. It wasn’t Saturday yet, but Candy was in a cleaning mood. She disappeared upstairs, changed into a raggedy pair of crimson jogging pants and a white T-shirt. She grabbed her bucket full of cleaning rags, sponges, cleanser, Windex, and other odds and ends to cleans her home, then pinned her hair up and put on her weekly mud mask.

“Meeting in My Bedroom” by Silk began to play as Candy started to clean her guest bathroom. She sung the lyrics as the music droned. She scrubbed her ivory basin, giving it extreme elbow grease. “So please, girl, don’t be la-a-a-a-ate!” she continued to sing. Unexpectedly, she heard a knock at her front door.

“Probably someone sellin’ something,” she said to herself, as she continued to clean diligently. A few seconds later, she heard the doorbell ring.

“Damn, what happened to people goin’ away when you don’t come to your door?” Candy said. She stormed to the front door and opened it, ready to give whomever it was a piece of her mind. Instead, her eyes focused steadily on Eric who stood there looking down at her. Her heart began to palpitate.

“What…what are you doin’ here?” she asked breathlessly.

“I missed you,” he said, smiling at the tan cream smeared all over her face. “May I come in?” he asked, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

“Yes,” Candy said as she opened her door wider to allow his tall frame inside. He looked paler than usual. His naturally curly hair had grown out from its familiar low cut.

“You’re lettin’ your hair grow?” Candy asked as she looked him over in the foyer.

“Kinda. Just wanted to see it, I guess. I’m goin’ to the barbershop tomorrow,” he said, smiling sheepishly.

“I like it,” Candy said as she crossed her arms over her shirt. “Come on in. Are you thirsty?” she asked as Eric sat down on her couch in the living room.

“Yeah, actually I am,” Eric said as he looked down into his folded hands.

“What do you want – wine, juice, water, tea?” offered Candy as she canvassed her refrigerator.

“Tea would be good,” Eric said, moving his hands to the back of his head as he leaned over and rocked slightly with his eyes closed. Candy grabbed a bottle of SoHo tea and handed it to him.

“Thank you,” he said as he opened it and took a long gulp.

“So, Eric, this is a bit of a surprise,” she said as she sat down next to him. “I obviously wasn’t expectin’ to see you, or I’d have put some descent clothes on,” she smiled.

“You look good, as always.” Eric smiled weakly. “I’m…I’m not gonna beat around the bush. I’ve been missin’ the hell outta you. I wasn’t patient enough with you. I got fed up too quickly, and I’m disappointed in myself. I didn’t mean to come across as insensitive regarding what Dallas is goin’ through. I just…I just wanted to be with you, get to know you better without you being mad at the world. I felt like I, like we, weren’t bein’ given a fair chance, but I handled it wrong. I should’ve come at you differently. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. You were right about me not trustin’ and keepin’ a wall up, though. It was true, and you’ve been patient. I was afraid,” Candy said as she brushed a strand of her hair back with her hand. “I’ll be right back,” she said as she excused herself and entered the bathroom.

“I can’t believe that the night I see this man again, I look like a ragamuffin!” Candy scrubbed her face with her hands hurriedly until all of the facial mud was off. She unclipped her hair, letting it flow down her shoulders. When she walked back in the living room, Eric was leaning back in deep thought. He looked up and smiled as he saw Candy approach. She sat down next to him and held his hand.

“Thank you for coming over so we could talk this all out. I missed you too, Eric. Please just be patient with me.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. As she did, the familiar scent of his skin made her body come alive. Her insides began to stir as she looked deep into his eyes. Eric pulled her closer, grabbing her around her waist, and kissed her like his life depended on it. She felt his powerful grip and melted in his embrace. She kissed him back with the same fervor. She missed his lips, his voice, his mere presence. She missed his scent on her. She leaned in forcefully, taking the lead, pressing Eric’s back into the couch, straddling him with complete domination. They urgently explored each other’s mouths as Eric allowed his hands to travel her body, unsnapping her bra as she jostled on his lap. Their breathing was erratic. Candy’s bra fell around her waist. She felt Eric’s large, rough hands make their way to her 38Cs and cup them gently as his long tongue danced in and out of her mouth. His hands lightly traced her body, passionately exploring every inch. His hands tugged at her shirt, needing to remove the distraction. In awe of her beauty, he gazed at her perfectly shaped breasts, her erect nipples making him want her even more. She felt a rush of embarrassment come over her. It had been over eight months since she’d made love and been seen in broad daylight half-naked. She waited anxiously as his eyes journeyed across her very being, so intent on what made her a woman. Without warning, she felt the warmth of his tongue, as he took her nipple in his mouth and made love to it. He let her shirt fall over the top of his head as he rubbed and kissed them, sucking so sweetly. She screamed in agony. She needed and wanted him more than anything right now.

 She shuddered and moaned as her panties moistened at his touch. His thick, soft curls rubbed gently against her breasts, that feathery touch sending her pulsating into overdrive as he worked over both of her dark-brown Hershey Kisses. She felt one of his hands slowly make its way to the heat which was hers. She held her breath as his long fingers crept inside her white lace underwear, feeling the warm, inviting drops of wetness leave her. She felt him press a finger slowly inside, her walls taking hold of him tightly as he worked it in and out and over her bud. Her head fell towards his chest, her hair covering part of his face as he continued to finger her. He kissed her chin, then lips, then tilted her head further upward.

“Let’s go upstairs. Let me take you to your bedroom.” His words were heavy as he stared deep into her eyes, slowly removing his fingers from her. Candy stood up weakly, throbbing intimately for more. She slowly ascended the staircase as Eric followed closely behind. As they entered the bedroom, Eric immediately lifted his shirt off, exposing the ripped, lean muscles she had missed seeing so much. He flung it on the floor. A look of intensity took over his face. His eyes narrowed as he focused on her. She slid her T-shirt off as he watched. His eyes travelled across her breasts and stomach. He waited for her to remove her pants. He had waited so long to see her that he didn’t want to be robbed of anything. Knowing what he needed, she slid them off, teasing him as she stripped her panties from her body like a dancer. They softly fell around her ankles. She stepped out of them and glided under her quilt and freshly laundered lavender sheets. Eric exhaled deeply, unbuttoning his pants and pushing his black boxer briefs down past his thick, erect penis, sliding them the rest of the way to the floor. He walked over to the other side of the bed.

Something was missing. He needed to set the scene. He needed music. He looked around quickly, not wanting to spend too much time on something so trivial. He asked her, “Baby, do you have any music in here?”

“Yeah, I have an iPod over there.” Candy pointed, covering her naked body. She needed him to hurry before the mood was lost. Eric went over to it, connecting it to the speakers. She watched as his tight ass muscles flexed in the dimly lit room. He selected Jodeci’s song “Ride and Slide” and walked back over to the bed. His soft, black pubic hair brushed up against her as he drew his body close to hers, kissing the side of her face. He watched as her breathing revealed her nervous state. He rubbed his fingertips over her collarbone, gently pulling the covers down, away from her body, exposing his prize. Her nipples stood erect. She closed her eyes as he placed his warm, damp mouth over her soft, fleshy mounds. She ran her delicate fingers through his hair. She felt his lips drift towards her stomach, kissing her slowly but surely along the way. She sighed as he reached her pubic bone. She felt her thighs being gently pushed apart.

“Oh, God. No,” she whispered. She felt his soft hair brush against her inner thigh. A slick, warm wetness rubbed against her lower lips, opening her floral folds, sensually moving up and down her secret garden, increasing in speed steadily. She shook and groaned loudly. He gripped her thighs, securing her to the bed as his tongue now made love to her womanhood. She bucked against him, forcing him to hold her down even harder as he sucked on her clit with determination.

He mumbled, “You taste so damn good,” between breaths. She felt him push two fingers inside as he continued to lick her heartily, devouring her. “Baby, I’ve waited so long to get between these thick, beautiful thighs,” he moaned. “I just want to savor you all night.” Candy felt her orgasm rushing to its peak.

“Oh, God,” she sighed. Her eyes rolled back as she gripped the sheets.

“Come on, Baby,” Eric urged, now moving his tongue quickly back and forth over her budding clitoris. “Let me taste your waterfall,” he said in muffled breaths. “I want it,” he begged. He pushed his mouth firmly against her vulva, sucking and licking forcefully, driving her to the brink. She shook as she could no longer control herself. He held her tightly as her explosive orgasm shook the entire bed.

“Ahhh!” she screamed aloud, pulling at the sheets, her breaths becoming caught in her throat. She stretched her toes and shook her head as the warmth took over her body. He slowly climbed back up to her face and held her close to him.

“Oh, my goodness,” Candy sighed and wheezed. “Wow!”

“You enjoyed that, Baby?” Eric asked seductively as he played with her hair.

“Yesss,” Candy smiled in the darkness.

“That was pure pleasure for me,” he said as he snuggled closer to her, placing light kisses along her neck. “I love you, Baby” Eric whispered in her ear. Candy’s eyes flung open. She looked over at him.

“You don’t have to say that,” she said wearily.

“I know I don’t. I mean it, though. I wouldn’t have come over here tonight if I didn’t,” Eric said as he sat up on the pillow, propping up his back.

“I can feel my wall goin’ up again,” Candy admitted as she enjoyed the last tremors of her orgasm.