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Archive name: candy.txt (F/M-teen, 1st)
Authors name: Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Story title : Candy Store, The

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The Candy Store (F/M-teen, 1st)
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

Patrick Conner ran his hand across the well-worn railing 
that surrounded the old house's wide veranda. As 
president of Archer and Sons, the construction and 
demolition company that his grandfather, Thomas Archer, 
had founded, the forty-three year old had an almost 
reverent appreciation for the care that had gone into the 
construction of the Victorian era structure.

"Damn shame," he said under his breath as he looked up at 
the twenty-two room mansion, taking in the craftsmanship 
that went into the outer walls as well.

His company had won the contract to take the old building 
down, making way for a mini-mall that the County Board 
had approved. The site was perfect, they had voted, just 
on the edge of the county line and an easy drive from two 
other towns. In his heart he hated to be the one to tear 
the old lady down, but as the old saying went, if they 
didn't take it down, someone else would. A clean 
demolition would give Archer and Sons the inside track on 
a major portion of the construction contracts.

A young man who looked like a younger version of himself 
joined the salt and pepper haired man on the porch. Like 
his father and grandfather before him, Kevin Thomas 
Conner joined the family business right out of school. 
Currently, the twenty-three year old was assigned to the 
demolition half of the company.

"We shouldn't have any problem knocking this old house 
into a thousand pieces, Dad," Kevin said as he joined his 
father. "I figure a day to take it down, then maybe two 
to cart away all the debris."

"Sounds right," Patrick said in agreement with his son's 
calculations. Despite the much needed influx of cash this 
job was going to bring, he wasn't approaching it with any 
measure of enthusiasm.

The lack of which hadn't gone unnoticed by his son who 
inquired if there was something bothering him. Patrick 
gave a noncommittal answer, simply stating that it seemed 
a great waste to trash away a building that such history 
to it.

"Speaking of history, I heard something really 
interesting about this place," Kevin said, looking to 
lighten up his father's mood.

"What would that be"" Patrick asked as he tried the front 
door, only to find it locked.

"I was talking to Mr. Cage down at the records hall and 
he said that way back when, this place used to be a 
whorehouse," Kevin said with a grin.

"You don't say," the elder Conner said with only a slight 
interest.

"Yeah, it was supposed to be pretty famous," Kevin 
continued, "They called it the Candy Store."

"Well it must've been before my time," Patrick said as he 
turned away from the door and looked out on the empty 
road. "What time was that woman from the county office 
supposed to meet us out here"" he asked, changing the 
subject.

"She should've been here by now," Kevin replied as he 
checked his watch. "Maybe she got stuck somewhere."

"Well while we're waiting, why don't you take the truck 
and get us a couple of coffees from the diner down the 
road." Patrick suggested.

"Sure, Dad," Kevin said, "no problem. I'll be right 
back."

As his son's 4x4 headed down the road, Patrick's 
attention turned back to the old house. He looked into 
the empty building through one of the windows. In his 
memory, he could still see the furniture that once filled 
the large empty room.

"The Candy Store," Patrick laughed softly to himself, 
remembering how easily he had tossed aside his son's use 
of that name. As if any young man his age who grew up in 
the tri-county area hadn't heard of the famous landmark.

His thoughts drifted back to July 15th, 1976, the day he 
turned eighteen. A day he would remember for a multitude 
of reasons. Memories which seemed as fresh as if they'd 
happened only a few hours ago, and not a quarter century 
past.

-=-=-

Patrick Conner shuffled nervously as he waited for an 
answer to the doorbell he'd just rung. The dark haired 
teen had been standing on the veranda almost ten minutes 
prior to that, trying to summon the courage to ring that 
bell. Now that he had, a part of him was almost hoping 
that no one would come to the door.

A foolish hope that immediately faded as the large oak 
door swung open and a beautiful woman in a maid's outfit 
appeared in its place. A few inches shorter than 
Patrick's five seven, the twenty-four year old had long 
blond hair tied back in a ponytail. A fact totally lost 
on the young man as his gaze concentrated instead on the 
large bust that was barely concealed by the black and 
white dress she wore.

"May I help you?" the young blond asked, taking in the 
young man in the red T-shirt and blue jeans.

"I ... I ... have an appointment," a visibly nervous 
Patrick stuttered.

"And whom shall I say is calling?" she asked, holding 
back on the swell of laughter that she felt forming deep 
within her.

"Patrick Conner," he said as he regained most of his 
composure.

The expression on the young maid's face turned from 
simple amusement to a knowing smile. She opened the door 
wider and invited Patrick inside.

"Please have a seat and I'll let Lady Jacqueline know 
that you are here," she said as she motioned to one of 
the padded chairs that lined the entry hall.

Taking the closest seat, Patrick watched the young woman 
walk to the inner rooms. His eyes now fixed on the short 
black skirt tightly wrapped around the blonde's ass, the 
young man had to say that the receding view was as 
delightful as any other.

The servant returned less than a minute later, now 
accompanied by an older brunette wearing, despite the 
early afternoon hour, a red evening dress with white 
trim. With long dark hair done up in an elaborate design, 
the forty-six year old stood five-nine in her matching 
heels.

"Lady Jacqueline, may I present Mr. Patrick Conner," the 
girl said.

"Thank you, Donna," the woman in red said in a rich 
English accent as she gave the girl a name for Patrick to 
remember. "I'll take it from here."

"Very good, Ma'am," Donna said as she again turned and 
walked away.

"So you're Billy Archer's nephew," Lady Jacqueline said.

If Donna had impressed Patrick, he was totally taken away 
by Lady Jacqueline. Despite being two years older than 
his mother, the owner of the Candy Store was an 
incredibly striking woman. Her low cut gown revealed a 
bust even more impressive than Donna's, matched only by 
the contours of the rest of her body. Even her voice 
seemed to resonate sexuality, sending a tremor through 
his young form.

"... And I'm led to understand that today is your 
birthday, is that correct?" she added.

"Yes, Ma'am," Patrick said.

"Well, then this is a special day indeed," the brunette 
smiled as she indicated that Patrick should follow her 
down the corridor she had just come from. "Your Uncle and 
I are old friends so I didn't mind opening up a few hours 
early to give you his gift."

Thomas Archer was his mother's older brother. He was also 
the man who introduced his sister to Kevin Alan Conner, a 
career Army Officer and was the best man at their 
wedding. In addition, he was Patrick's Godfather as well.

After his father's death in Vietnam ten years ago, the 
bachelor had stepped in to become a surrogate father. At 
every important moment in the young man's life, his Uncle 
Tom had been there. On his own eighteenth birthday some 
four decades before, his father had covered the cost of a 
visit to the Candy Store. Of course back then, the Store 
had been run by the original Miss Candy, a blond woman 
named Candice.

Patrick followed the tall women into a large sitting 
room, the center of which was filled with two large 
couches and several more plush chairs. Resting on those 
sofas and chairs were the reason the house had become 
know as the Candy Store.

"Ladies, I'd like you all to meet our guest for the 
afternoon," Lady Jacqueline announced as she led Patrick 
into the room. "This is Patrick."

The room filled with a lyrical chorus of greetings, 
accompanied by the warmest of smiles. There were nine of 
them in all, of various ages and nationalities.

"Patrick, may I introduce my girls," Lady Jacqueline said 
as she moved to the center of the room. As she said each 
girl's name, she gave her young guest a few moments to 
get a good look at each of them.

First to be introduced was Varuni, a petite Indian girl 
wearing a diaphanous green sari. She had soft brown skin 
and Patrick could see both her dark nipples and even 
darker bush through the translucent material.

Next came Hannah, a tall Nordic blond with a lean, buff 
athletic body. Standing close to six feet, she was 
wearing the skimpiest of bikinis, the top of which 
tightly outlined a pair of hard nipples.

Doubled up on the love seat were Monica Lee and Maura 
Lynn. Both were longhaired brunettes who wore matching 
babydoll outfits that highlighted rather than covered the 
supple forms beneath them. The two women seemed very into 
each other as they stroked each other's bodies and 
playfully shared a brief kiss. It was explained to 
Patrick that normally there was an added charge since the 
two women only saw callers as a pair, but in his case it 
was all included in his gift if he chose the two of them.

The introductions continued with Destiny, a shorthaired 
redhead with small breasts but an attitude that just 
exuded sexuality. She was wearing a T-shirt thin enough 
to see there was nothing more underneath.

Isabella was a plump Spanish girl with large breasts and 
a bottom to match. Smiling at the young man as her name 
was called out, she ran her tongue over her deep red lips 
in invitation. She also wore lingerie that left little to 
the imagination.

With a look that could've belonged to the girl next store, 
Faith looked like she might've been in one of Patrick's 
classes in high school. Certainly the pigtailed brunette 
looked to be no older than him. Especially wearing a 
cheerleader's uniform from his old school. Well at least 
part of the uniform.

Then there was Nariko, a short, slender Japanese girl 
with long shiny black hair. She wore a thin white silk 
robe that was left open just enough for Patrick to see 
the slope of her small breasts and one of her nipples. 
The Asian girl certainly seemed to be the youngest of the 
group.

Last, but certainly not least, came Johari. Her hair in a 
thick Afro, the tall, powerfully built; black woman had a 
build that certainly gave Hannah a run for her money. 
Wearing only a pair of cut off jeans, the coal skinned 
woman preferred to simply go topless. Her perfectly 
formed mounds were the finest of all the girls Lady 
Jacqueline had presented.

"Would you like a drink while you decide"" the mistress 
of the house asked as Donna reappeared in the doorway 
carrying a tray with a champagne glass.

"Thank you," Patrick said as he took the offered drink 
and sipped it. It was the first time he had ever tasted 
champagne.

Leaving Patrick to make his decision, Lady Jacqueline 
turned her attention to Donna and began to quietly 
discuss some matter the maid had brought to her 
attention. The young man's eyes kept moving from one 
woman to the other, receiving in turn warm smiles and the 
promise of even warmer delights if he should choose them.

It was an unbelievable choice. One that he wasn't sure he 
could really make. Nine beautiful women, one of who was 
going to be the one to take his virginity. He'd been 
going out with Gloria Anderson since the middle of senior 
year yet in the last ten minutes he'd seen more female 
flesh than he'd ever seen on her.

"Well, Patrick, have we made a decision"" Lady Jacqueline 
asked as she finished her business with Donna.

"It's really a hard choice," Patrick said, not being able 
to think of anything else to say.

"I can imagine," the older woman said as she moved over 
to him. "Perhaps if you told me some of the things you 
like I might suggest someone. Do you have some special 
fantasy?"

"Well ... I ..." Patrick started to say.

"Isabella, for instance gives really great head I'm 
told," she offered. "While Faith loves anal sex. As 
you've already seen, Monica and Maura like to be with 
each other as well as their guest, while Johari has a 
very dominant side to her."

The mention of the their names caused Patrick to glance 
in each of their directions. He pictured the Spanish girl 
with her big lips wrapped around a cock, then tried to 
imagine the girl next door with a cock up her ass. It was 
exciting to think of being able to see two girls make 
love, but he didn't even want to imagine what being 
dominant meant.

"Is there something special that you were looking for"" 
Lady Jacqueline went on. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we 
could take care of it."

"Actually, I've never really done much with a woman 
before," Patrick confessed in a voice too low for anyone 
but Lady Jacqueline to hear.

"Well that's never been a crime," she smiled. "And I'm 
sure whichever of my girls you pick would be very 
considerate of that. Why don't you take a few more 
minutes to make up your mind?"

The brunette stepped away and passed behind each of the 
girls, whispering something to each of them that Patrick 
couldn't hear. He could only guess that she was telling 
them that he was a virgin. The knowledge seemed to perk 
up some of their interest.

Lady Jacqueline finally completed her circuit of the 
room, coming back to Patrick's side. She put her hand on 
his opposite shoulder and gently asked him if he'd made 
up his mind. The dark haired teen took a last look at the 
nine women, then asked her something she didn't expect.

"Could I pick you"" he said.

"Me"" Lady Jacqueline repeated in surprise.

"I don't mean that there's anything wrong with the other 
girls," Patrick quickly said, thinking he'd done 
something wrong. "It's just that you asked if there was 
any special fantasy I had and ..."

"... and you fantasize about older women," she completed 
the sentence for him.

"Yes, I mean, not older but ..."

"That's okay, I understand what you mean," the brunette 
said, wondering what she should do about his request.

It had been ten years since she'd seen a regular client, 
not since taking over the operation of the house from 
Laura Lee, the previous proprietor. She had been one of 
Laura's best girls, the proof of which was that she had 
been asked to take over when Laura retired. Just as Laura 
had been when Miss Candy decided to call it quits.

Not that she'd been celibate the last decade. There were 
still special guests that she sometimes entertained. A 
very short list that had included Thomas Archer. Then 
also there had been the nights she sometimes spent with 
one of her girls. It was a little known aspect of the 
Candy Store that they sometimes had female clients as 
well. Women who preferred the touch of their own sex once 
in a while but couldn't afford to take the chance with 
anyone in the community.

Lady Jacqueline looked deep into Patrick's hazel eyes and 
smiled. He was rather cute and did remind her somewhat of 
his uncle. Furthermore, now that she thought about it, 
she remembered his father as well. Back when she was one 
of the girls, Tom had brought his brother in law the 
weekend before he'd shipped off to Vietnam. She'd 
serviced both of them that night. It had stuck in her 
memory because it was only a few weeks later that Tom had 
come in totally plastered, spending the night crying in 
her arms over the death of his friend.

"How could I refuse a birthday wish"" she said as she 
smiled as she took his hand in hers. "But there is one 
condition..."

"Anything," an eager Patrick replied.

"You call me Jackie," she grinned as she took him by he 
hand and led him toward the stairs to the second floor 
and above.

Behind them, the girls whispered among themselves as some 
of them returned to the activities that normally occupied 
their afternoons. The Candy Store usually didn't open for 
business until after dark, but this had been a special 
occasion.

Jackie's bedroom was on the third floor of the old 
mansion, the only one on that level. It was spacious and 
decorated with furniture that dated back to when the 
house had first been built. The centerpiece of which was 
the large bed that belonged to the original owner of the 
post Civil War home. Patrick wondered for a moment how 
many men had shared that bed over the years, then decided 
that really didn't matter. What did matter was that it 
was now his turn.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I take a 
few minutes to freshen up," Jackie said as she led the 
young man to the bed and sat him down on the thick 
comforter spread across it.

Patrick watched the older woman step into the adjacent 
bathroom and close the door behind her. Then he began to 
undo the laces of his sneakers. This might've been his 
first time, but he knew that comfortable meant naked. Or 
at least he thought that was what it meant.

The dark haired teen had gotten down to his T-shirt and 
briefs when the bathroom door opened again. Stopping what 
he was doing, he gave Jackie's reemergence his undivided 
attention.

Gone was the sleek evening dress she'd been wearing, 
replaced by a tight fitting satin robe that outlined 
every curve of her body. White with red trim, the wrap 
around had been a gift many years before from a customer 
who brought it back from a tour of the Far East.

Jackie sat down next to Patrick on the edge of the bed in 
such a way as to give him a clear look down her robe. The 
reaction within his shorts was instantaneous.

"You're not nervous, are you"" she asked with a broad 
smile.

"No, of course not," Patrick lied.

"Well you just relax," she relied, not believing him for 
a second, "and let Jackie take care of everything."

With that, she leaned forward and kissed him softly on 
his lips. Kissing was definitely not something that 
professional girls did with their clients, but Jackie 
viewed this as more as a favor for a friend than a 
business arrangement. She gave his tongue the lightest of 
caresses with her own as she pressed between his lips.

"Why don't we get you out of this"" she asked as she 
broke
the brief kiss

Her hands glided upward and under his white undershirt, 
caressing the smooth and lightly haired flesh beneath it. 
The tips of her fingers found his nipples and she urged 
them to their own hardness. Reversing direction, she 
brought her hands down and this time grabbed the bottom 
of his garment. With an upward motion, she pulled it up 
and over his head. One last time she ran her hands down 
his smooth, lightly haired chest, tickling him as she 
went and planting a quick kiss on each of his nipples. As 
she did, her tongue darted out and played with them as 
well.

"Feels nice, doesn't it"" she asked rhetorically. "Why 
don't you try it""

Not giving Patrick time to think about it, Jackie took 
his hand in hers and guided it beneath her robe, pressing 
it against her ample mounds. The feel of her warm flesh 
and hard, erect nipples was enough to send an additional 
surge of excitement through his body.

Cupping her breast, the young man continued to play with 
it until she again took hold and guided his hand to her 
other mound. The sense of discovery didn't diminish the 
least in the repeat of his previous actions.

"Do you like that"" Jackie asked.

"Oh yes," Patrick replied, finally finding his voice.

"Have you ever touched a girl like this before"" the 
brunette asked as she loosened her robe enough so that 
Patrick could play with both of her breasts at once.

There had been two girls in high school that Patrick had 
gotten to second base with, Shirley Lane and Brenda Ann 
Mitchell. Of the two, he really didn't think Brenda Ann 
counted since just about every guy who even bought her a 
pizza and soda got at least a quick feel.

"Not like this," Patrick said diplomatically.

"Well lets see if we can make it even better," Jackie 
laughed.

With that, she loosened her robe even further so that it 
fell open, exposing her full bust. Patrick's eyes went 
wide as he pulled back his hands so he could take in 
Jackie's breasts in all their splendor. His eyes fixed on 
her large dark areola that capped each mound.

"You can kiss them if you want," Jackie said as she 
shifted on the bed to bring the objects of his attention 
even closer.

Patrick leaned forward and softly kissed the older 
woman's left breast, his mouth closing around the thick 
stubs in the center. A soft sigh of appreciation escaped 
the small gap in his mouth. A louder moan echoed from 
Jackie. His technique was crude, but his sense of 
appreciation was evident.

With gentle hands, Jackie stroked the back of his head, 
offering words of instruction and encouragement. Proving 
himself an eager student, Patrick quickly followed her 
suggestions, bringing a longer and louder moan in 
response.

Shifting his attention to her other large mound, Patrick 
did an even better job there. He closed his eyes for a 
few moments, imagining that Jackie was one of those 
friends of his mother's that he had spent so many nights 
fantasizing about. Then he opened them with the 
realization that there was little chance that any of 
those fantasies would ever come true, but that the 
reality of the here and now more than made up for it.

Patrick reluctantly let go of Jackie's breasts as she 
pulled back and climbed off the large bed to stand beside 
it. Undoing the sash around her waist totally, she let 
the white robe fall free and down to the floor. Clad now 
only in a pair of simple white panties, the forty-six 
year old stood there for a long half minute to give 
Patrick a chance to take a good look at her.

Twice the age of most of the girls who worked for her, 
Jackie had a still impressive body. It wasn't likely 
she'd ever be mistaken for a twenty-five year or even a 
thirty-five year old for that matter, but that wasn't 
what Patrick was looking for. She could see the mixture 
of appreciation and anticipation in the young man's face 
as she moved back closer to him.

Patrick was still sitting on the bed's edge as Jackie 
reached out and ran her fingers across the visible bulge 
in his white cotton briefs. The soft touch of her hand 
sent a shiver of excitement through Patrick's body. A 
sensation that quickly grew to a quake as she rubbed her 
hand up and down his length, feeling it grow to it's full 
dimensions under her ministrations.

Jackie smiled suggestively as she dropped down to her 
knees and slid her hand under the waistband of his 
shorts. Patrick was in the middle of taking a deep breath 
when her fingers embraced the hard maleness still hidden 
from view. An action that cause him to explosively expel 
that breath.

With a broad smile on her face, the dark haired woman 
pulled his cock free, continuing to gently stroke it as 
she did. She held it erect for a long moment, giving it 
the same sort of look over that Patrick had given her a 
few minutes before. Taking hold of his shorts, she pulled 
them down and off. Then she reached for a small bowl of 
warm water that she had brought into the bedroom with her 
and had previously set down on the night table. From it, 
she pulled a small blue cloth and a bar of soap. With 
them, she gently washed his most private parts. An action 
that Patrick found very erotic as well.

"Not bad"" Jackie said as she set aside her tools and 
massaged the soft tip of the slender six inch shaft, 
"pretty nice in fact""

Her simple comment meant the world to the eighteen year 
old. Like just about every other teenage boy at Roosevelt 
High, he had stealthily checked out the other guys in his 
gym class. For most of them it wasn't out of any sexual 
interest, just a desire to see how they matched up 
against the others. Patrick imaged that girls probably 
did the same thing as far as breasts went. Not that he 
had anyone to ask about his theory. Even if he did, he 
couldn't imagine that he would ever admit he had checked 
out someone else's cock.

If Lady Jacqueline, who probably had seen more cocks than 
he could imagine, said that he had a nice one, then he 
had nothing to worry about. It was so much what he wanted 
to hear, the idea that she might say that to every man 
she was with never occurred to him. If it had, he might 
forever wonder if she was telling him the truth. Which in 
this case she was.

"Very nice indeed," Jackie went on as she brought her 
head down and gently blew on it. "If fact," she laughed, 
"I can honestly say that it looks good enough to eat."

Whatever Patrick's response might've been to her little 
joke was quickly tossed aside by an almost inaudible gasp 
as Jackie acted on her suggestion. Her mouth closed 
around the tip she had just blown on, continuing downward 
until his entire length was within her. His eyes opened 
wide as her head began to bob up and down, her lips and 
tongue massaging his flesh as she moved.

Previously, Patrick had considered himself lucky to get 
even a hand job from any of the girls he'd dated, much 
less ever imagining that one of them would ever take him 
in their mouth. That was something that nice girls didn't 
do, not even after you were married.

An opinion he'd based on a talk he'd once overheard 
between his older brother and Uncle Tom. Jim had come to 
his Uncle one day for advice and didn't realize that 
little brother was within hearing. And once he heard what 
the conversation was about, Patrick wasn't about to tell 
him.

Evidently, big brother was having some marital problems. 
He loved his wife, he told the older man, but her refusal 
to suck him off was driving him crazy. It wasn't as if he 
was even asking her to swallow, Patrick remembered his 
brother saying, he just wanted her to go down on him a 
little.

An activity that Patrick just couldn't ever imagine his 
sister in law, who was the daughter of a Minister, ever 
even considering, much less doing. Then again, sometimes 
it was hard for him to even imagine Jim and Cora having 
sex at all, but obviously they did or they wouldn't 
already have three kids.

Jackie's skill in cocksucking and the rising sensations 
deep in his loins quickly brought his attention back to 
the here and now. Based on the incredible feelings 
spreading throughout his body, he could well understand 
his brother's disappointment in his wife's reluctance. 
Before he banished all thoughts of them from his mind 
during what he now figured was a pretty inappropriate 
time to be thinking of them, Patrick made a quick promise 
to himself that he'd never marry a woman who wouldn't go 
down on him, as he'd heard the two older men refer to it.

"Oh fuck!" Patrick exclaimed as Jackie increased her 
tempo and he thought he explode any second. Jerking off, 
or even having a girl do it for him, had never felt 
anything like this.

The dark haired teen had enough experience with his own 
body to realize that he was just about on the verge of 
climaxing. Normally, his only worry about this time was 
whether he had a tissue or handkerchief handy to catch 
the mess. This time, even lost in rapture like he was, he 
still had enough clarity to realize that his ejaculation 
was going to be in Jackie's mouth. From what little he 
knew about blowjobs from overhearing other people talk 
about them, he knew that even women who did such things 
didn't necessarily want you to come in their mouth. He 
was wondered if he should ask or say something when 
Jackie took the problem out of his hands. Or more 
precisely, out of her mouth.

Sliding his cock free, Jackie wasted no time in replacing 
the warm embrace of her mouth around his manhood with the 
soft flesh of her large breasts. Taking hold of each of 
them, she pressed them together, engulfing his cock with 
their fullness. Then she continued Patrick on the road to 
orgasm as she gave him what he would later learn was 
called by those in the trade as a titty-fuck.

Whatever it was called, Patrick knew he had just 
discovered something else to add to his list of skills 
the someday future Mrs. Conner would have to possess. 
Even more aware that he was about to explode, he barely 
noticed his cock popping up and down from deep within 
Jackie's mounds.

"Oh God!" Patrick finally cried out as the last of his 
restraint gave way and he climaxed. An orgasm that he 
felt right down to his toes.

When he finally looked down an immeasurable amount of 
time later, Patrick was shocked to see the amount of 
whiteness covering Jackie's breasts. For a moment he was 
worried that she might be angry that he'd come all over 
her, but as she had with so many other things, she 
quickly put that notion to rest as well.

Looking down at the whiteness as well, Jackie ran her 
index finger across her flesh, covering it with a good 
amount of the thick fluid. She looked at it for a brief 
second, then slid her finger into her mouth and quickly 
sucked it clean. When she finally removed it, not a trace 
of white remained.

"See, I was right," she smiled, "good enough to eat."

Unsure what to say, least he break the magic of a moment 
that he planned to remember the rest of his life, Patrick 
was totally speechless. Thankfully, Jackie was anything 
but.

"Well, have you enjoyed yourself?" she asked as she again 
picked up the washrag and wiped herself clean.

"Oh yeah," Patrick said without thinking, a look of utter 
joy on his face.

A second later, that look started to fade as his thoughts 
caught up with his emotions and he wondered if she was 
asking that because his birthday present was over. Maybe 
it only counted that she got him off, not that he didn't 
get laid. If that was the case, well he really didn't 
have a complaint he told himself. Then he wondered how 
much a session actually cost and if he could sneak that 
much out of his college account without his mother 
noticing. The next time, he promised himself, he would 
make sure he held it in until he could actually put it 
inside her.

But Patrick didn't need to worry, or raid his hard saved 
college funds. It was true that in some places, it didn't 
matter how long a session lasted. Once you shot your 
load, it was all over. If you wanted another go at it, 
well that was another session and another payment. That, 
however, wasn't the way things were done here at the 
Candy Store. You got every minute you paid for, and if 
you happen to be unable to repeat a performance as some 
of the older clientele were unable to do, well you could 
just spend the rest of your time getting a massage or 
just resting in the arms of your lady of the moment. 
After all, this establishment had been taken care of the 
needs of the gentlemen of three counties for more than 
two generations and it had a reputation to uphold.

"Why don't your stretch out on the bed and I'll give you 
a little massage why you recharge your batteries," Jackie 
said as she climbed onto the bed with Patrick. "I might 
even show you a few things young ladies might appreciate 
you knowing in the future."

Patrick did as he was told and stretched out on the 
length of the bed on his stomach. Jackie climbed over 
him, resting her bended knees alongside his waist. She 
told Patrick to close his eyes and relax as she rested 
her hands on his shoulders and began to rub his young 
muscles.

Patrick could feel the strength in her hands as she 
worked her way across his arms and then down his back. 
He'd had massages before, especially after he'd hurt his 
back in a football game in school, but nothing like this. 
Jackie reached his waist and then moved back up again. 
The second time downward, she brought her hands down to 
his ass, manipulating the soft buns there and then took 
care of his legs and feet as well. Then she stretched out 
her body over his, her breasts rubbing against the small 
of his back and her still covered womanhood pressing 
against his ass.

"Okay, turn over," she said as she rolled off him.

Patrick did so as Jackie massaged around his neck and 
then worked her way across his chest. The eighteen year 
old had very little chest hair and very smooth skin, a 
fact that the older brunette commented on as she rubbed 
her hands back and forth across it. Pressing her thumbs 
against the tips of his nipples, she gave them special 
attention.

Finally her attention moved once more below his belt and 
the seemingly already reenergized manhood found there, 
already it was standing at attention in response to her 
massage. Jackie playfully took it in hand and gave it a 
gentle tug, then slid her hands under it and played with 
his balls as well.

"It looks like your friend there is anxious to get 
started again," Jackie said as she ran a single finger 
along the center of his cock.

"I guess so," Patrick replied, hoping he didn't sound too 
eager in his answer. As much as he wanted to fuck the 
woman next to him, he also wanted the experience to last 
as long as possible.

"Well I'll tell you what," Jackie said as she continued 
to softly trace a 
line up and down his flesh. "It is after all your 
birthday so I'll let you make the choice. If you want to 
just fuck, that's what we'll do and I promise I'll make 
sure it's something that you remember the rest of your 
life. But if you're feeling a little adventurous, I'll 
show you something you might enjoy as well. If nothing 
else, it might come in handy later on."

Patrick wasn't sure where she was going with this but he 
figured it had something to do with what she'd said 
earlier. About teaching him something that the women in 
his life might be appreciative about. Thinking he had 
nothing to lose and everything to gain, Patrick of course 
said he'd like that.

"Excellent," Jackie smile as she sat next to him, still 
playing softly with his jewels. "Tell me, I know all boys 
like to talk to each other about sex and a lot of it is 
about things they actually don't know the first thing 
about. Have you and your friends ever talked about 
cunnilingus""

Patrick's response was a totally blank look. It took 
Jackie a moment to realize that the word had absolutely 
no meaning to him whatsoever.

"Muff diving," Jackie said in way of explanation, "going 
down on a girl, eating pussy."

A look of comprehension appeared on Patrick's face as he 
finally understood what she was talking about. Only to be 
replaced by another look that showed an unspoken negative 
reaction to the suggestion.

"I guess I could take that as an indication that you and 
your friends don't particularly care for that particular 
idea," Jackie said in response to his silence. "And I'd 
be willing to bet that not one of them have ever even 
tried it."

"Well, it's just that it seems like such a nasty thing to 
do," Patrick said, echoing what had been the consensus of 
the one discussion he and his buddies had once had on the 
subject.

"As opposed to a girl taking your cock in her mouth"" 
Jackie asked. "Don't you think a young lady would look at 
that in pretty much the same way"

"I guess I never thought of it that way," Patrick 
admitted, thinking how good it had felt when Jackie took 
his cock in her mouth.

"Well, don't you think you should at least try something 
before you so casually condemn it?" Jackie added.

"I guess so," Patrick answered, not mentioning that his 
thoughts had shifted back to that overheard conversation 
between his brother and uncle about that very subject.

"Have you ever offered to return to favor," Patrick 
remembered his Uncle Tom asking of his brother.

"Are you kidding," Jim Conner had immediately replied.

"That'll be the day when I put my mouth down there."

As Patrick remembered it, his uncle didn't had a response 
to his brother's reply, but the look on his face was one 
that the younger Conner knew all to well. It was one of 
disappointment. He had never understood the reason for 
that look until just now.

"So, would you like to try it?" Jackie asked, taking note 
that Patrick seemed to be away from it all for a second.

"Yeah, I think I will," Patrick finally answered, 
thinking that at least if he tried, his uncle wouldn't 
have that same look if Jackie told him how things went 
this afternoon.

"Excellent," Jackie said once more.

	Jackie changed positions with Patrick and slid one 
of the large oversized pillow under her backside, 
elevating the bottom of her body. Spreading her legs and 
arching her back, she took hold of the sides of her 
panties and slid them off. Laughing, she tossed them to 
the young man who caught them in mid air.

"Put those next to your clothes," Jackie said as she held 
them for a moment. "You might want to keep them as a 
souvenir."

Thinking that was a pretty silly idea but not wanting to 
offend Jackie, Patrick tossed them next to his own 
briefs. If anything, he could toss them in a trashcan on 
the way home.

Crawling between Jackie's outstretched legs in response 
to her silent invitation, Patrick got his first real look 
at the sex of a woman. His only previous view of the 
mysterious area was a few grainy photographs in one of 
the magazines his older brother had passed on to him.

The eighteen year old found himself taking a hesitant 
sniff as he got close, expecting it to smell like fish. 
Or so the stories he'd heard had said. To his surprise, 
and relief, nothing could be further from the truth. If 
anything, it smelled as clean and fresh as the rest of 
Jackie's body. It seemed like the advice old Mrs. Hardy 
in Health and Science Class kept drumming into them was 
indeed true. Personal hygiene did indeed make all the 
difference.

Patrick glanced up at Jackie for a moment and while she 
still hadn't said anything, her eyes had an "I'm waiting" 
look to them. Reaching out with an extended finger, he 
gently probed the inner sanctum of the older woman's 
sexuality. It was the second time he'd had his finger in 
a woman, but the first time he had been able to actually 
see what he was doing. The previous encounter had taken 
place in the dark back seat of an old battered Ford.

Picking up the pace, he added a second finger and could 
feel Jackie's body responding to his touch. A response 
that jumped dramatically as he finally steeled his nerve 
and replaced his fingers with his tongue and mouth. As 
his darting tongue moved in and out, pressing against her 
sugar walls, Patrick quickly found that the taste of a 
woman held it's own excitement.

Jackie let him take his time adjusting to the new 
experience, then began to guide his actions, offering 
both direction and advice. Soft moans and a gentle 
vibration that he could feel in the flesh pressed against 
his face urged him onward. It wasn't long before Patrick 
reached a point where he began to wonder what all the 
fuss had been about in the first place.

Really getting into what he was doing, and delighting in 
the effect his actions were having on Jackie, Patrick was 
surprised when he felt her hands gently lifting his face 
away from his prize. It seemed like he had just gotten 
started, but in reality he had been going down on her for 
over twenty minutes. In that time he had gained what 
would be a lifetime appreciation for the act of 
cunnilingus.

Jackie pulled his body on top of hers, reaching down as 
she did and taking his cock in hand. A broad smile filled 
her face as she felt the full hardness of his shaft as 
she gentle massaged it for a few seconds with her 
fingers. Guiding it to the spot his tongue had just 
vacated, she positioned it against the folds of her 
pussy. She let it go and moved her hands to Patrick's 
shoulders, giving him a gentle urging to enter her.

Not that the teenager need urging of any kind, gentle or 
otherwise. It was just that he wanted to savor what was 
happening as long as possible. The moment that he passed 
from boyhood to manhood, or at least as he and his 
friends defined the transition.

A dizzying rush filled Patrick as he pressed his cock 
deep within Jackie, feeling the walls of her womanhood 
close against him as she drew him into her. She lifted 
her legs and wrapped them around him. Once he was fully 
inside of her, she held him tight for a long heartbeat, 
then relaxed her hold to allow him to pull back a little.

Back and forth, in and out, the no longer virginal teen 
moved, increasing his pace with each new thrust. Later 
on, he would try and write down the emotions and 
sensations he was feeling, only to find that words would 
fail him. Yet, despite the inability to adequately 
describe it, it was an event of which he would remember 
every detail of for the rest of his life.

Patrick's journey of bliss didn't last long, and Jackie 
hadn't expected that it would. Such was the nature of 
young men in situations such as this. After a few minutes 
of excited effort, she could feel his body begin to tense 
in such a way that experience told her his climax was 
imminent. She grabbed him tightly and held on as his body 
began to quake. A loud groan passed from his lips as she 
felt his cock explode deep within her, filling her with a 
wet warmness.

Jackie continued to hold him tight against her as they 
lay in her bed, enjoying the heat of his body even as she 
felt his manhood slowly shrink and slip from within her. 
She shifted their bodies so that she could once more 
reach out to the night table and grab the washcloth she 
had left there. With a practiced hand, she wiped the both 
of them clean before letting the cloth fall from her hand 
to the floor.

The deed done, Jackie was content to let him just lay 
with her, savoring the experience. Long silent minutes 
passed, until Patrick finally emerged from the dreamy 
stupor he had drifted into. He looked up at the brown 
haired woman, the brightest of smiles on his face.

"Did I do okay"" he asked in his most sincere tone.

"Baby, you did just fine," Jackie replied as she bent 
down and kissed him lightly on his lips.

-=-=-

"Baby, you did just fine."

A quarter century later, Patrick could still hear the 
accented voice of his first lover. At times, he sometimes 
thought he could still smell the scent of her perfume. 
One thing was certain, a month had hardly ever gone by 
that the memory of her didn't pass through his thoughts. 
Something that he considered quite normal because he 
couldn't imagine any man ever forgetting their first 
time.

He had gone off to college that fall, and it was there 
three years later that he met the woman he would spend 
the next twenty odd years with. In the time between those 
two events, he had occasion to visit the Candy Store only 
once. A mid-summer visit with some of his friends two 
years later to celebrate the first of them turning 
twenty-one. There had been another change of management 
at the old house and a woman Patrick didn't recognize now 
ran the operation. He'd spent the night with a very 
attractive Chinese girl named Nancy, but it wasn't the 
same. His decided there and then that his second visit 
would be his last.

-=-=-

The rumble of his son's truck coming back up the road 
interrupted the forty-three year old's memories. He ran 
his hand across the smooth doorframe, then walked down 
the three steps leading from the porch to the paved 
walkway. As the truck grew closer, he could see that his 
son wasn't alone.

Kevin Conner brought his truck to a stop a few feet away 
from where his father was standing. The passenger door 
opened first and a tall, very endowed redhead climbed 
down from it. As she brushed her hair back with her hand, 
Patrick couldn't help but think that in another age, the 
young lady, who he knew was from the county office, might 
have fit in quite nicely with the other residents of the 
house behind him.

"Better keep thoughts like that in check," Patrick 
reminded himself. "Women today tend to take rather strong 
objection to the suggestion that they might sell their 
bodies. Give them away, yes, but definitely not sell."

"Good morning, Miss Miller," Patrick said as he extended 
his hand. "I'm glad you were able to finally join us."

"I'm afraid I have to apologize about that," the twenty-
two year old said. "My car had a flat and I discovered 
that I didn't have a spare. To top it all off, I'd 
forgotten to charge my cell phone so I couldn't even call 
the Auto Club for help."

"Well I'm sure we can help you out there," Patrick said.

"I already called them from my phone, Dad," Kevin said as 
he came around the truck. "By the time we're done here 
they should have the tire changed."

"Good," Patrick said as he shifted his attention from his 
son back to Miss Miller. "I assume you've brought out the 
contracts so we can get them signed and the job started""

"Actually, I'm afraid there's been a change of plans," 
Carol Miller said in her most apologetic voice.

"Change of plans"" Patrick repeated.

"They're not going to knock it down after all," Kevin 
interrupted, repeating what had been shared with him on 
the short drive back to the house.

"What happened"" Patrick asked.

"Do you know Wilbur Rogers"" Carol asked.

"Is there anyone in the three counties who doesn't?" 
Patrick replied.

"I guess not," Carol said.

Wilbur Rogers had been a member of the Board longer than 
any of the three were alive. If anyone knew where all the 
bodies were buried, it was Wilbur Rogers and when the old 
man wanted something, it usually got done.

"Well, Mr. Rogers managed to convince a majority of the 
Board to locate the mini-mall a mile and a half down the 
road instead," Carol explained. "He also convinced them 
to pass a resolution making the building a local historic 
site."

"I'd have to agree with that," Patrick thought silently.

"Some historic site," Kevin noted. "If we don't knock 
this thing down, I'd bet it comes down on it's own in a 
few years ."

"Oh they considered that too," Carol went on. "They're 
going to allocate enough funds to completely renovate the 
place. Mr. Rogers wants them to turn it into a Boy's 
Club."

"A Boy's Club?" Patrick said in surprise.

"I know, it's pretty archaic," Carol said, thinking the 
older man saw it in the same light as she did. "Mr. 
Rogers went so far as to describe it as a place that 
turned boys into men. Have you ever heard of anything so 
silly""

Patrick reserved comment but he liked the irony of the 
Councilman's statement. Holding back his smile, he 
wondered if the building's savior had once been an 
afternoon guest himself.

"You are of course free to put a bid in for that project 
too." the young woman said as she realized that the older 
Conner hadn't been agreeing with her and shifted back to 
business mode.

Patrick turned away from the two younger people and 
looked up at the old house once more. The words of the 
Councilman resounded in his mind.

"Might not be a bad thing to hang over the door when it's 
finished," he said in a low voice. "After all, that's 
what the place has always been."

A much lighter mood filled him when he turned back around 
than the one he had when he arrived this morning. The 
smile on his face had finally broken through. He stepped 
toward his son's truck and invited Miss Miller to get in 
between them.
	"You know, Kevin, suddenly I'm as hungry as a 
horse," he said as they pulled away from the house. "What 
say while we wait for the Auto Club, we all go down to 
the diner and have a big breakfast on me. You're welcome 
to join us of course, Miss Miller."

"Why thank you, Mr. Conner," Carol said, "and I'm glad 
you're not too upset about losing the demolition 
contract."

"I learned long ago not to get upset over things you 
can't change," Patrick laughed. "We'll just have to make 
sure we put in a good bid on the renovation."

As they headed down the road, Kevin couldn't help but 
note that it had been a long time since he'd seen his 
father in this good a mood. It was if he'd suddenly been 
transformed into a kid in a candy store.

END

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