A "quick" note from the author: Thank you all for the comments. I appreciate every single one of them. About the comments, I am new to Literotica and am trying to improve the postings. One of my submissions was "sent back" in the previous series with Mack and Jennifer because those vetting the work found it to be part of a "series". Even though Series submissions say BETA next to them, it seems this is now a Requirement. However, for those who have never published here, you must submit the work with no link to the series, and once submitted, you must then Edit the work before being vetted, where you can then add the work to the series. You can also go into your "series" and add a work, and then rearrange the works for chronological order. So when people say they can't follow the works in order, check the series, they will be in order.
The titles are extremely limited in character length. I could simply number them Chapters 1, 2, and 3, but I feel some of you might be able to figure it out. Some may not. I'll continue to write for those who have the perseverance to figure it out on their own. You gotta work for it, baby. Work for it.
Extraneous bullshit. I love it. Character development is always filled with extraneous bullshit. I could just write steamy sex scenes and fill three pages with nothing but jerky, but after a while the sliding tongues and plunging manhoods become boring and repetitive without the build-up. Between the build-ups and slow-downs are extraneous bullshit, character development, and quirky twists. For those who don't know how stories are built, that's how they are built. A story is not just climax, climax, climax, The End. Consider everything in my works, before and after the climax, edging. You'll feel better about it, and I won't care either way.
And so, without further ado, more edging....
Seated the kitchen table, his plate of food already half gone, AJ sat, and watched, as Candice made herself a plate and then sat down across from him. She was stark naked, still, and while she did seem a bit distressed by it, she didn't bother to go get dressed. She smiled at him then, something she had been doing more and more as of late, and then stabbed a large chunk of scrambled eggs with her fork, and raised it to her lips. Her mouth opened, and her lips formed a delicate "o" before she blew on her eggs, and then shoved the fork into her mouth. Her lips closed around the tines of her fork, and then she slid the fork out, cleanly.
"Are you just gonna watch me eat?" Candice asked, picking up a slice of tomato and taking a bite.
"How did you get my sweater?" AJ asked, sitting up and scooting his chair in a bit. "Cause, when I went to sleep, it... I was cold. So I grabbed it out of my dresser. I remember putting it on.
"Okay," Candice said, taking another bite of eggs.
"So how did you get it?"
Candice did a weird shuffle/shrug with her shoulders and then carried it up to her head, weaving back and forth like a viper. "I don't know. Maybe it was on your bed?"
"My bed. So, when were you in my bed?"
"Last night," Candice said, giving him a hard stare. "Don't tell me you don't remember."
"I don't," AJ said then, shaking his head. "I...I'm a heavy sleeper. I told you that."
"There's no way you were sleeping," Candice said then, dropping her fork which clattered loudly against the plate. "You don't remember us fucking?"
"Jesus, no," AJ said, dropping his head to the table. "Please, please don't tell me.... Did we use protection?"
"Yes," Candice said, picking her fork up again. "I had a Taser, and you had a bulletproof vest."
"I'm being fucking serious!" AJ yelped.
"God, give it a break!" Candice said then, looking insulted. "I've never seen a guy so upset that he might have had the best night of his entire fucking life, but couldn't remember it."
"Well, I don't do stuff like that!" AJ said.
"Welcome to life, Bro. You just joined the club every woman already belongs to. You're having a good time, you think the party is over, you might wind down for the evening, you wake up with bruises all over you, your legs feel like you just ran a marathon, your vagina hurts and you've got some random guys cum in your pussy, and you don't remember a thing. Think about that next time you wanna slip a roofie in someone's drink."
"Number one, I would never do that. NEVER. Number two, I wasn't drinking! I went to sleep! I... you're right, I don't remember what happened but...it's not like I asked for... I just..."
"Why don't you go check your laptop? The one that's been recording everything," Candice asked stone-faced. "Maybe see if I sucked that big cock of yours and then had a bit of fun while you were completely, and utterly, defenseless."
"You... you didn't-"
"I sure the fuck did," Candice said then, and AJ felt the world spinning out of control.
She'd done it. She'd fucked his brains out. Last night and the night before. He was pretty sure of it. And what could he have done to stop her? How would he explain this to his father? What if Candice was pregnant now? He looked at her with a worried expression.
"It's not even a real laptop!" Candice shouted then as if upset by it. "What the fuck is that? A fucking movie prop? It's a keyboard and a piece of glass painted black so it looks like a screen."
AJ swallowed and then gave Candice a curious look. "You...you were looking at my laptop?"
"Well yeah! Duh!" Candice said. "And stop calling it that. It's a fucking keyboard and even that isn't plugged in."
"How do you know?" AJ asked.
"Cause I yanked it out! You....Ooooo, you don't know how fucking pissed off I was. Bro. Brooooo." Candice shook her head. "I was gonna smash it. Like smash the glass on the floor and break that fucking keyboard."
"You're mad about the lap...I mean, the keyboard?" AJ asked.
"Yeah. You said you recorded everything. I'm over in the corner, in the fucking dark, trying to get the thing to turn on... It took me a good half-an-hour before I realized the keyboard wasn't plugged in, and then another forty-five minutes before I figured out it wasn't even real."
AJ laughed. "Why were you trying to turn it on?"
"I...I wanted to see."
"See what?" AJ asked, thinking she wanted to find the evidence and erase it. There was only one problem though. There was no evidence.
"I was going to watch the two of us sleeping."
"You were going to erase it, weren't you?"
Candice sat up, her nipples briefly making an entrance above the edge of the table. "Maybe," she said.
"Well, you don't have to worry about that. There's no fucking computer in the house."
"Yeah, I know," Candice said in a perturbed way. "Why would you lie about that?"
AJ had so many reasons to lie about his laptop, but he picked the one that sounded the most likely to not cause an argument. "I...because everyone has a computer. Everyone. Except me."
"So, go buy a computer," Candice said, taking another bite of her eggs. "We can go get one today."
"I can't. We're not allowed to have a computer."
"What the fuck do you mean?" Candice asked, sitting up. "Are you, like, grounded?"
"No," AJ said, shaking his head. "The state says we can't have one in the house."
"The state? What the fuck? Are you some kind of fucking pedo or something?"
"God, no!" AJ said, pushing his food away. "My dad... he got into trouble a couple years ago. Something to do with the stock market or some bullshit. Part of his release agreement is, he can't be around a computer. No computers, ever."
"What about your phone?" Candice asked. "Phones can do pretty much everything a computer can do."
"Phones like today weren't around back then. And it's not like me or my dad are going to go back to the state and ask them to revise the restrictions you know, so...nope. Phones are okay. My dad sticks to the flip phone though. Just in case someone decides to try and get a bug up their ass."
"Oh-my-God," Candice said then, chuckling. "I was wondering about that. His phone is so out of date. It's older than dirt."
