Anthony took his time walking home from the bus stop, after all, it wasn't like he had anything to look forward to once he got there. "What could be better than spending your eighteenth birthday alone?" He said to himself sarcastically as he opened the front door to his family's big house. Anthony's parents had both earned a lot of money very young as corporate lawyers. When Anthony asked either exactly what their job consisted of, they would just say: "Basically you help people who already have a lot of money make even more money." Given his family's well-off means, one would assume that it would be no problem for Anthony to attract a large circle of friends, and even less of a problem for him to attract the attention of the opposite sex, unfortunately, it wasn't that easy for him. First of all Anthony was not what most people would consider to be attractive. He was not ugly, just, unremarkable looking. He stood 5'8", just a little shorter than average, with narrow shoulders, and a physique that was some peculiar combination of flabby and too skinny. He had a plain, flat face, and mousy brown hair that grew so kinky, Anthony found it easier to simply shave himself bald.
As if being homely wasn't difficult enough, Anthony found social situations painfully awkward. He just didn't know how to handle himself: he'd either stare at the ground, completely silent, or worse, make one cynical, sarcastic remark after another. It was especially difficult when women were involved. There was one particular incident, where one of the more attractive girls in Anthony's class had begun talking to him about an assignment, and he had become so nervous, that he lost all control and grabbed her breasts, resulting in him being suspended for two weeks. As painful as Anthony's social short-comings were, eventually, he learned to accept them, and like most awkward boys, found solace in T.V., videogames, and prolific masturbation.
Most of Anthony's human contact came courtesy of his parents, and although their relationship was never warm, Anthony could at least count on them to try and make him feel special on his birthday. But this year was different, the day before, they had told Anthony that they would have to leave town on an emergency business trip. "Sorry darling," his mother had said, "but it looks like you're on your own for your birthday. We'll make it up to some other time." Anthony walked into his bedroom ready for another night of junk-food, and stroking it to his collection of big tit magazines, but when he tossed his back-pack on his bed he heard the door click shut behind him. He turned, and saw a perfect vision of femininity leaning against the wall.
"Are you Anthony?" Long, honey-colored hair framed her heart-shaped face with its bright blue eyes; a red-lace bra held her plump, melon-sized breasts, and a matching pair of boy-shorts was stretched around her round hips and thick thighs.
"Y-Yes." Anthony answered nervously. "Who are you?"
"I'm Candace," she answered as she stepped towards him, "your father sent me."
