much as I have to travel, even my home doesn't feel like home. But when I'm here with you and Kelly and all the rest, I feel like this is home, and I'm back with my family.' Then, with a grin, she added 'Except I don't think most families have as much fun as we do, or have that fun in quite the same ways!'
I laughed, and said 'I'm glad you feel like this is home, Candice. It is your home, any time you want to make it that way, for whatever reason makes you happy.'
Leering at me, she said 'What would make me happy is if we could get naked so I could show you how much I've missed you – and maybe let you show me how much you've missed me.'
'We can do that!' I agreed, and added 'And I'd be delighted to show you how much I've missed you!'
With that, we moved close again, kissing each other gently and lovingly. When our lips parted, I reached up to begin unbuttoning my shirt, but Candice took my hands in hers, saying 'I want to do that. I've missed you so much, Dan!'
I let my hands fall to my sides, and let her do as she wanted. It wasn't long before she had me completely naked. When she was done, she started to unfasten her own clothing, then stopped to ask me 'Unless you want to?'
I smiled and said 'No, I think I'd rather watch you do it.'
As I knew she would, she understood what I was asking: that she undress herself for me. She didn't do it anything like a strip tease. Rather, she took her clothes off in front of me slowly, and sensually – revealing herself to me in a way that I could see was exciting to her as it was to me: when she finally bared her breasts to me, I could see that her dark pink areolas were tight and puckered and her nipples were erect. By the time she slipped the slacks she was wearing down her legs, I could see the slight difference in color of her panties that told me her woman's oils had escaped her, coloring them a little darker between her thighs. After she slid them down her legs, too, the delicious aroma of Aroused Candice quickly filled the air. With both of us naked, we hugged each other again, each of us delighting in the feel of the way our bodies touched. For me, the sensation of her warm, full breasts and erect nipples pressing into my chest was supplemented by the feel of her soft pubic thatch tickling my lower belly. I knew that she could feel my semi-erect penis pressing against her mons because I could feel the wetness that had leaked onto her panties slowly coating it.
After a bit, we separated, holding each other at arms length so we could just look at each other. Looking into her face, the first thing I noticed – as always – was her beautiful gray eyes, set in an oval face that also sported a pert little nose and a pair of full, moist lips. With the coloration of her skin and the incredible platinum blonde hair she had, she was beautiful enough to make any man's guts ache. More than one bad or crooked politician had gotten lost in those eyes, or distracted by her looks, and failed to protect himself from the razor-sharp mind behind them.
When she was ready, Candice's soft touches were enough to let her guide me to the bed where I arranged myself to her satisfaction. With a smile to me, she moved to bracket my head with her knees before leaning forward and taking the head of my penis in her mouth. That left me with a clear and unimpeded view of her that I knew few men got: the gray cloud of her pubis surrounding the entrance to her womanhood, her dark pink labia long and thin, glistening with her wetness as they flowed under her clitoral hood. At the apex of her mons, her slightly large clitoris was easily visible. Lifting my head slightly, I extended my tongue to draw it between the folds of her sex, coating it with her tangy yet sweet essence. That earned me a soft moan from her, letting me know that she liked what I was doing, so I did it again. And again, and again, and again.
Before long, I'd lapped up the immediate supply of her nectar, and moved on to begin seeing if I couldn't get her to provide me with some more. I happily wrapped my lips around her clitoris and began softly sucking on it as I fluttered the tip of my tongue across its surface. She released a deep groan of pleasure – the vibrations it on my penis pleasuring ME – which only encouraged me to keep going. It didn't take long of me doing that to bring her to a climax which brought forth a fresh supply of her juices. I used the flat of my tongue to slowly and sensuously lap up the nectar that she was producing, licking at her labia and vaginal opening as though they were a particularly tasty ice cream cone. Each pass of my tongue began by running across her clitoris, then continuing up and between her vaginal lips to end with a soft flutter across her perineum. By the time I'd 'cleaned' her again, she was moaning continuously, arching her back as she unconsciously tried to draw my tongue deeper into her. The feeling of her clenching lips and talented tongue on my penis was steadily moving me toward emptying my balls into her warm mouth. But I wanted to bring her as much pleasure as she was giving me, and I switched over to taking her vaginal lips into my mouth and softly sucking and chewing on them. From there, I moved on to fastening my mouth over her opening, and rhythmically sucking on her, trying to draw out what I could of her delicious oils. After that, I stiffened my tongue and tried to see how far I could penetrate her with it as she helped by pressing back against me, the tempo of her actions telling me that she was getting close to another climax.
Finally, with a squeal around my manhood, it happened for her – as I felt her lips pull free of my erection and heard her deep groan of release, she came. I kept my tongue pressed as far into her as I could, moving it around her in time with the spasms I could feel going through her body; as I knew they would, my actions only served to intensify and draw out the orgasm she was experiencing.
She could only climax for so long, though, and the waves of release coursing through her body slowly eased and tapered off. Even as she was gasping for air, I felt her moving her head so that she could take me between her lips again. With an eagerness and desire that surprised me, she proceeded to begin bobbing her head up and down, almost literally fucking me with her mouth while her tongue danced on the head of my penis. It didn't take much of that before I felt myself trip over into my own release, flooding her mouth with my jism. She started sucking on me, trying to draw every drop she could out of me even as she was eagerly swallowing what I'd already given her.
There was a limit to how much release I could find, too; and when she realized that she'd gotten everything from me she could, she stopped her actions and began using her lips and tongue to make sure that not a drop of my semen escaped as she cleaned my rapidly deflating penis.
When she had 'cleaned' me to her satisfaction, she sat up again and carefully moved so that she was kneeling on one side of my head. From there, she knee-walked until she was by my waist before moving to lie down next to me, letting me put my arm around her as she fitted herself into my side. I turned my head so the two of us could kiss before she lowered her head to rest on my shoulder. She had one leg thrown across mine (I could feel the long hairs of her bush brushing my hip), and one arm on my chest. I took her hand in mine and lifted it to my lips and kissing it before putting it back – but continuing to hold it.
Using my nipple as a microphone, she told me 'Dan, whenever I'm with you, you make me feel so much better than I do with any other guy. I know that it's because of how much you love me, and I love you, but its still there.'
I gave her a gentle hug and answered 'Candice, I don't doubt for a moment that you're picky about who you share yourself with. But if you're having problems really 'connecting' with a guy, where do you think the problem is?'
She considered it for a moment, then I could feel her blush slightly before she replied 'With me, of course. I told you that I was going to take what I've learned from you and pass it along, but I guess – no, I know – that I haven't been doing a very good job of it. It just seems like I'm always so busy, though!'
'So the problem you're having is that you're so busy with your life that you don't have the time to 'teach' a guy you like what you know he needs to learn – and then feeling lonely because none of the guys you know knows what you do.'
'Yeah, that's it', she answered – before blushing again when she realized the circularity of it.
She tilted her head back to look at me and said 'I forgot some of what you taught me, didn't I?'
'Don't feel bad. At first, sometimes I forgot the things that I was learning, too. Then something would happen that would remind me and it would be okay again. Just like it did with me, and Kelly, and Jan, and all the rest, you're going to make mistakes. But you'll learn from them, and get into the habit of reminding yourself every so often until it's just a part of you that you don't have to spend much time thinking about. The difference is that all the rest of us are here, and you're always running around all over the place, so it isn't as easy for you.'
'Then I think I'm just going to have to make it a point to keep reminding myself, just because I can't come to you or any of the others for 'refreshers'.'
'Don't make it too hard on yourself, either, Candice', I cautioned. 'This isn't something that you have to do by yourself. They have these nifty things called 'telephones' now, and you can use them to talk to people that aren't actually with you. Any of us is here for you any time you want or need it; we're all here to help each other, right?'
