Little Sister

She laughed at this. "I don't think they would either. Not really something they teach in sex ed, though they should. But it really is very nice, you'll learn to love it."

Candace felt slighted at this and the conversation halted abruptly. Angie felt the tension and cursed herself for pressing the issue. Still, she had one more step to take.

"Candy, how far have you gone with a boy?"

She shrugged her shoulders and looked at her feet, not saying anything for a while until she said, "Not far I guess. Been kissed a few times, even frenched once. I had a boy grab my boobs at a dance once too but that doesn't really count because he tricked me."

"Tricked you?"

"Yeah," she spoke in a low tone. "I danced with him, everything was going great- he was on the basketball team and everything- and when I turned and walked away after the music stopped he came up behind me and grabbed them so all his friends could see."

Angie fumed at this, furious that someone would do this to her little sister. It took her a moment to compose her thoughts.

"Candace, I'm going to give you a bit of advice- stay away from boys. Wait until they get older and then maybe they'll be good enough to date but in high school they're all childish, selfish, rude and inept. They're not good for anything yet and will just make you feel miserable. Just give them time to mature and be selective when they're finally ready to date. There are some good ones out there. Rare, though they may be."

She nodded, "I know. I should but I have the prom coming up and I have to go. It would be nice to meet one that's good enough to go with. One that doesn't sneak in beer or tell dirty jokes to mom and dad or forget to brush his teeth."

Angie took a deep breath and steeled herself. "What if I got you a date that was none of those things. What if I could find someone that would be the perfect guy for you; knows how to treat you, someone you wouldn't mind being seen with? He's a great kisser on top of it."

"You're talking about your guy."

Proud of her sister's intuition she replied, "Well he's the only good guy I know. The only one I'd trust to take my wonderful sister to the prom."

Candace laughed, a light giggle that turned into hearty laughs that forced them both to sit cross legged on the path.

"My beautiful sister," Angie continued. "My amazing, intelligent, super cool, kick ass sister!"

"All right, all right! Enough!" She waved her arms in front her as if evading throngs of photographers. "I guess it would be a good idea to meet him first."

Angie smiled at this and checked her watch. "Good. He should be arriving sometime before dinner.

Candace met him after both her parents grilled him. She waited upstairs, contemplating her sister's offer. By the time her parents had finished with him it was time for dinner and her first look at him came as she sat across the table from him.

Angie was right. He was cute. He had a well defined face with soft, but beautiful features. His hair was brown and slightly curly. To Candace he looked like he would be more at home lecturing in front of a class than sitting down for dinner with her family. He seemed comfortable, however, and when he caught her looking he smiled casually. He was smarter than any man Angie had ever brought home, indeed any man Candace had met besides her father. He talked extensively on politics, school and her father's profession as a news editor. He never raised his voice but had a wonderful sense of humor enhanced by a warm laugh he peppered much of the evening meal with.

Candace caught herself gazing at him and kicked herself when her sister had to snap her fingers to get her to pass the milk.

Her parents in bed, she sat with her sister and Keith to talk about her offer. While Angie laid down next to her sister, Keith sat on the chair by her desk. She had been thinking of her sister's offer since that morning and believed she had made the right decision.

"I'll do it. I've thought about it all day and I'd love to."

"You don't have to answer right away, the prom's not for another couple of weeks." Angie replied.

"No no, I think it's a good idea. Keith seems very sweet and," slightly ashamed at this, "I don't have anyone else to go with."

Keith brightened at her response. He had a smile that seemed to glow at her. "I'd love to go with you Candace. You're a very sweet girl. Very cute too."

"Thanks, you are too. Believe me."

"Well that's great!" Angie sat up and hugged her sister warmly. "I know he'll treat you right and won't your friends be jealous?"

They laughed and he added, "It's been a while since I've been to the prom. It should be fun."

Candace had already chosen her dress, made of light pink off the shoulder satin. But she knew it was important to find the right tuxedo for Keith that would go with her selection. She joined him and Angie on their trip to the men's formalwear store. They found a charcoal suit that fit him perfectly. It accentuated his broad shoulders while not overemphasizing his chest. As he turned for the females she noticed how well his butt looked in the pants. It bulged out from beneath the fabric, tempting her to cradle it in her palm. Unable to resist, Angie went to hug him and he picked her off the floor, swinging her for a moment before placing her back on her feet.

Candace jumped up, feigning irritation. "Hey, that's my date!" and playfully pushed her sister away. Keith instantly went into a waltz stance and took her hands in his. As he dipped her she swooned. As he helped her up she didn't know if the dizziness she felt was from the blood rushing to her head or the way he held her.

She counted the days until the dance and finally on that evening he came to her door. Her parents insisted on meeting him first and told her to stay upstairs until she felt she had kept him waiting for a sufficient amount of time.

"That's just the way it's done, honey." Her mom said.

As she descended the stairs she felt all the eyes on her and made the most of it. She slowly drifted down, taking her time in the red stilettos her sister had loaned her for the occasion. Once in the living room she stood before her date. Her parents on each side watched as Keith expertly pinned a corsage to her breast. She noticed her heart beating rapidly and silently prayed he did not notice the heat from her skin and the slight perspiration that formed at her hairline.

Reluctantly they posed for pictures. On the last one he held her to him. She rested her cheek against his chest as her father snapped a picture with the digital camera. He felt blissfully warm and invited to her. She could hear his heart beneath his shirt as a soft, proud sound.

She relaxed as he helped her into the passenger side of his car. As he made his way around the vehicle, she took off her shoes and rubbed her feet.

"I don't know how long I can wear these things. I'm not really used to them and they're already starting to kill."

He looked at her, "We don't have to dance if you don't want to. Tonight what you say goes. If you don't want to dance we won't dance. If you want to just watch others we can do that." He smiled, "Hell, we don't even have to go to the prom if you don't want to. Tonight's your night. What you say goes."

She felt overwhelmed with happiness and did all she could to restrain herself. If he only knew what she wanted!

"You've been to proms before, I'm sure."

He watched the light as they waited at an intersection. "Yeah. I've actually been to three."

"Three? How many times are you allowed to go?"

He turned to give her a wry smile. "One time with my girlfriend my junior year, second time my senior year with my girlfriend. Third time the week after with my girlfriend at her high school."

"This is all the same girl?"

He nodded.

"So this will be your fourth prom?"

"Hey, you're good at math. You should join a team or something." He teased.

She grew silent and he was afraid he'd insulted her.

Finally, after a period of uncomfortable silence; "Was it one girlfriend?"

He looked at her.

"The one you went to the prom with? Same girl or different ones?"

"Oh, same girl."

Then came a barrage of questions. How they met, how long they went out, her name, their best dates, anything and everything. She found she wasn't as nervous as she expected and was really enjoying herself.

The evening went by quickly and she held him close during the last dance, wishing he was hers and they had more than one night together. It had turned out better than she'd imagined. He was a wonderful man, and just what she needed.

He clutched her head against his shoulder and felt her soft lips tickle the rim of his ear. Barely speaking, she asked him how it felt to make love to a woman. She felt him jump at this but soon collected himself. He eased back to look at her, perhaps gauge the seriousness of the question but she remained with her eyes closed.

She was a woman, he thought. She was mature, intelligent and comported herself better than any girl her age would. He had no reason to censor his responses for her pristine ears. It was like no other feeling in the world, he said. It's a warmth you can't imagine having never felt it yourself. It provoked emotions; love and lust in equal amounts for his partner. It was a buildup of torment satiated with a complete, strenuous release.

She opened her mouth, uncertain if she should speak, if she could speak and told him, "I want you to show me. I want to spend the night with you."

This time he released her completely. Realizing the scene he was making on the crowded dance floor, he grabbed her wrists to avoid glances and looked at her. "Candace- Candy, I can't. We shouldn't. There's no way."

She pouted in half seriousness, "It's my night and you said anything I want goes" He flustered, searching for the words. "Well I want you as my lover. I've already discussed it with Angie and she thinks it's a great idea. It was her idea, in fact. She knows you can make it memorable for me. That's the word she used. She trusts you to be good to me and go at my speed."

He considered it for a moment, scanning her face for any signs of untruths. "When?"

"After this dance. At the Adams Mark Hotel. Angie got us a room there as a birthday present for me."

He smiled at this. "Happy birthday, Candy!"

Pulling him close once again, "I'm sure it will be."

Less than a half hour later they checked into the hotel. He joked about carrying over the threshold and she laughed it off but the moment the door was unlocked she jumped in his arms and he swung her, her tiny feet just above the carpet, into the luxurious room.

She took a moment to admire the room, a large suit with two king size beds, then wrapped her arms are Keith again. Her excitement got the best of her and he held her chin between his two fingers and gazed into her eyes. "Calm down sweetie, let yourself be kissed. I will guide you." She took his advice and felt his lips gently on hers. He kissed deeply but without a need to rush. For the night she was his and he had all night to enjoy her.

His kiss reassured her and his lips were warm and inviting. After a few moments she melted into his arms. He took the lead, gently nibbling and stroking her lips with his own. Her mouth opened to taste him but he paced her, taking her lower lip and pulling it slightly with his mouth. She pressed into him then and after a deep kiss he released her.

Her hands ran over his body, down his firm chest and around to his back. His butt felt full in her hands and she squeezed it happily. Kneeling before him she noticed the obvious bulge of his arousal and ran the palm of her hand over it. As she reached to undo the clasp of his tuxedo pants he removed his starched shirt. Before she finished he had removed it and she ran her hand down his navel to the flatness of his lower belly. A thin line of hair greeted her touch and directed her hand beneath his pants. Not stopping, she grabbed his underwear and slid them down. His erection leapt into the air the moment she freed it. As he dropped his pants to his feet and stepped out she examined the first penis she'd ever seen before her. She'd seen pictures and learned all about them in sex ed but never had the opportunity to observe like she did now. It seemed to affect a deep part of her as she never felt before. It was blatantly primal yet appealed to her feminine side.

She clasped it in her soft hand and was surprised by its gentle smoothness. It was hard and rigidly firm yet soft and gently yielding. It felt warm, almost hot to the touch and the scent it exuded called to her. It filled her nostrils. Being so close tightened her nipples and caused a warm moisture in her that riled her sex.

Keith pressed a hand on the back of her neck, urging her to stand but she only lead him to the bed, where she had him lay on his back. As he spread his legs she noticed his balls, heavy and full, her fingers played with them. They had a much different feel than his cock. They were more giving and when she held them between her fingers he gasped at the sensitivity. With one hand gripping his shaft she bent forward and kissed each lovingly. She pointed the shaft towards her and planted another kiss on the very tip. Keith moaned in approval and she continued with quick, playful licks around his crown.

He was large and though she wanted to take him in her mouth she doubted she could do it well enough to please him. She was eager, however, and managed to slowly slide the length of his head in her warm mouth. He sighed happily as she did and rested a hand on hers, their fingers intertwined. She sucked him slowly, enjoying the silky smoothness of his fullhead. It was a sensation she'd never felt before and despite what she'd expected, he tasted warm and pleasant.

She released him as he swelled and stood between his legs. His cock pointed straight at her, as if disappointed in being freed. As he watched she writhed as lustily as she could. She had not much experience and was afraid her attempts at being sultry looked more comedic than passionate but he smiled and encouraged her further. The gown was a one piece and, with a quick zip, she released the clasp and shed it from her body. The dress would not allow for a top and she wore only white thigh highs and a small pair of bikini panties as she realized how naked she felt in front of him.

He reached and gently touched her thigh. With light kisses, he helped her out of her panties. As they fell to her ankles, she steadied herself on his shoulders. Sitting up, he held her close and kissed her silently on her mound.

Her sex pressed into him and she grew afraid he would notice her wetness and be upset. A moment later he moved downward and kissed her mound just above her clit. This caused her breath to catch in her throat and she grew very nervous. He noticed this and slowed his pace, stroking her inner thighs rather than continuing. He whispered words of assent and she realized how close she felt to him. She had never felt this way before and it caught her off guard. She felt drawn to this man- her sister's boyfriend she met only recently.

In time she found her legs parting and acquiesced to his touch. She closed her eyes, letting him take her and felt his heated lips on her sex. Barely a touch, yet her body cried out for more. His lips touched her again and she found herself sighed more deeply than he had. She felt his tongue on her lips, warm and slippery. She'd always imagined how that felt after hearing a friend describe it to her during a sleepover and found it uniquely satisfying.

With slow, broad strokes his tongue run up the crease of her sex and she felt it open to him. She was fleshy but smelled exquisite to him. She had a warm, fresh scent he found himself longing for.

She subconsciously moved closer to him, pressing her crotch into his face. His hands gripped her full bottom eagerly and held her steady as she twitched from his mouth. Her mouth seemed hungrier now, his tongue sliding between her lips and gently nuzzling the tender flesh it found there. With the thumb of one hand, he massaged just above her clit, eliciting squeals of happiness from the girl. She felt her canal open and just as quickly, his tongue discovered it. Tracing the edge with the pointed tip, he licked slowly, teasing her.

This caused her to gasp louder than she expected and she felt herself blushing at her reactions. His mouth was on her now and with a slow, languid kiss, touched her hole. This made her buckle and would have fallen had he not held her. With his guidance she eased onto the bed and splayed her legs wantonly for him.

She was astonished at the affect he had on her. Angie was right; the right man can do wonders for a woman. She'd never expected such feelings, such actions could come from merely the attentions of a man.

He rested with her then, gently nuzzling her pussy and placing tender pecks on her outer lips.

With his two thumbs softly prying her open her viewed her virginal sex. Never had a woman looked so inviting. Pure, smooth, warm thighs framing her pussy, she looked like a princess. Unconcerned with her nakedness now, one arm rested in the golden tresses of her hair while another rested anxiously on her inner thigh. Keith's inquisitive tongue pressed deeper, slowly circling her vagina. One outstretched finger stimulated her clit by gently tugging on her hood. She seemed feverish now, her breath exiting in rapid gasps.

His other finger stroked the bottom of her canal in the shape of a U, as he licked into her. He probed deeper, and stroked her inner walls. With each moment she grew louder and louder. Her juices drenched his finger and spilled outward onto his tongue. They tasted sweet and made a pleasant sensation as they traveled down his throat.

As her orgasm built his tongue traveled upwards. First caressing her clit tenderly then taking it between his puckered lips and massaging it. He sucked only slightly and flicked the tip with his tongue. That, and the added stimulation of his teasing fingers caused her to go over the edge. She cried out, pulling a fistful of his hair and squealed. Despite her newfound womanhood, her climax made her appear much younger than a woman who's experienced her first shared orgasm.

He allowed her to rest and take hold of all the feelings rapidly passing through her. As she descended, her slowly kissed her damp sex and licked the moisture that slickened her thighs and the lower heft of her bottom.

When she cooled she guided Keith until he rested on top of her. Wrapping his arms around her he kissed her and again she was amazed by his ability. They lost themselves, casually necking as if it was the only thing in the world. Finally, Candace broke the kiss and gazed at him.

"I want you." He kissed her forehead in an almost paternal way. "You will be my first."

Rising up onto his knees, he gazed at the beautiful woman in front of him. Her skin reddened from their ardor, her legs inviting him inward, her lovely face looking up at him- he felt a tremendous affection for her. She placed on hand on the cheek of his butt and brought him to her. He steadied himself, preparing for the discomfort she will feel and grit his teeth. He wanted only the best experience for her. With one hand he held open the flushed petals of her womanhood and slowly pressed himself against her. Her body tensed, predicting the pain and he stopped. He looked at her with the most sympathetic of expressions and only held himself there. Her eyes closed, she breathed steadily, her chest rising and falling. Though his cock ached to enter her, he knew his purpose and resisted the urge to go any farther until she was ready. Wetness continued to flow from her, drenched his head and making its way down the shaft.