Breaking And Entering With Steele Pt. 03

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."

"Yeah. Well, that's why," AJ said, picking up his tomato slice. "So... no computer, no recordings, no evidence. You have nothing to worry about."

"Well, neither do you. I came down to wake you up, earlier, like seven-ten, and you were completely out of it. Your sweater was on the floor next to your bed so I picked it up and tried it on. It was....nice. So, I just kept it on while I cooked."

"What are you saying?" AJ asked then, pulling his plate closer and taking another bite.

"I'm telling you, we didn't do anything. Your fragile virginity is still intact."

"I'm not a virgin," AJ said, shaking his head, and then he thought he probably shouldn't have told her that.

"Whatever. Taking it in the ass doesn't..." Candice stopped speaking and then smiled. "Okay, fine. Butt-sex doesn't count." She chuckled. "I was going to say it still counted as having sex, but I told my mom the same thing. Shit, I did anal for three years thinking I was going to keep my virginity for someone special."

"Three years?" AJ asked.

"Yeah, well..." Candice took another bite of her eggs, chewed, and swallowed. "Photo shoots are awesome. You meet a lot of people, some of them have money, others have influence and can make things happen. You also meet a lot of hot guys. I mean...a lot. Sometimes you just can't resist."

"So...I mean..." AJ began to ask.

"Fifty-two," Candice said quickly.

"You didn't even...I didn't even ask...that..." AJ sputtered.

"Fifty-two, Bro. I've slept with fifty-two guys. I'm not ashamed of it. I'm a slut. So what?"

AJ tilted his head toward his plate and continued to eat.

"What? How many guys have you slept with?"

"I'm not gay!" AJ said then, sitting back up straight and looking at her. "Why do you keep saying that?"

"Okay, "bi" then. If you're not going to fess up, then I only slept with one guy."

"I'm not bi either," AJ said, stabbing another bite of food. "I've slept with ten people," AJ said quickly, interested in continuing the conversation and the open line of semi-honesty they were developing.

"People. Okay, I get it," Candice said nodding. "Sneaky, sneaky. So, how many of them were steady, and how many of them were one time?"

AJ thought about the question for a few moments and then said, "One of them, Hortensia, we did it one time, and then she broke up with me."

"Ooooo, that's bad," Candice said. "Jesus. You must really suck in bed."

"I...I think she already had a boyfriend," AJ explained.

"Oh my gosh!" Candice cheered quietly. "You little home-wrecker you!"

AJ blushed and took another bite of food, chewing quickly before continuing. "Five were really steady. We'd go out, things progressed, we slept together, and after a while, things just didn't work out."

"Yeah, well," Candice waved a slice of tomato in the air before taking a bite out of it. "That's life."

"Fifty-two," AJ repeated.

"It's not a mantra. It's a number. Don't ever mention it to mom. Ever. Like, if you tell mom, you'll wake up the next morning without a pecker."

"I'm not going to tell anyone," AJ said. "It's just a lot of people."

"Well, I have a talented ass," Candice said, wiggling it on the dining room seat.

"Wait, you had anal sex with all of them?"

"No! Not...all. Most of them. Not all. Didn't I already go over this?"

"Yeah, but," AJ shook his head. "How does that work out? Anal without...?"

"You give the guy a look and say "fuck me in the ass", and they do."

AJ laughed then. It wasn't what he was asking, and at the same time, it was exactly what he was asking.

"No guy ever turned it down, and not a single one of them ever asked why."

"Why?" AJ asked.

"Why what?"

"Why uh...why? I don't know."

"I was holding on. I...I didn't want to get in trouble. I didn't want to get my mother mad. I didn't want to get pregnant. I didn't want to get a STD."

"You can get a STD from anal," AJ said.

"Yeah. Nobody tells you that shit until it's too late, or you figure it out on your own."

"You ever had an STD?" AJ asked.

"Fuck no. I.... I thought I did. Once. Turned out it was just a yeast infection. What about you?"

"No," AJ said. "Thank God."

"Thank yourself," Candice said then. "Don't go saying thank God around Mom, unless you want to listen to a sermon for a couple of hours. She's all about preaching, but that's as far as it goes."

"What do you mean?" AJ asked then, curious.

"Oh, let's see. Don't drink! It's a sin to drink. But she keeps a bottle of vodka in the freezer at all times, just in case she wants to have a "little nip". Don't smoke, unless she wants to smoke. Don't lie, don't steal, don't deceive, don't fuck your relatives, don't sleep your way up the company ladder, don't-"

"Who fucked their relatives?" AJ asked then, thinking Candice was trying to sneakily admit to their first night together, which, he was still convinced had actually happened. It was hard to deny it, and maybe harder to deny it because he couldn't remember it happening. All he had was the memory of the evidence, which he had been quick to dispose of.

"My mom and her brother. She denies it, my uncle Rob denies it, but I know it happened and my aunt Margo knows too. Uncle Robbie used to come over right after work and he'd walk right into my mom's room, close the door, and lock it. I didn't know what was going on way back then, and my mom says to this day that nothing happened."

"So what happened?" AJ asked, very curious now.

"They were doing it," Candice said then. "Every day, for like...years. My aunt Margo came to the house one day to borrow something. Sugar or some bullshit. She was sitting at the kitchen table, just chatting away, and my mom started acting strange, like, she needed to go somewhere, and Margo was like, "What's wrong?" and my mom couldn't say, you know, "your husband, my brother, is getting ready to walk in the door any moment because we fuck every day..." She wasn't going to say that. And then, that's what happened."

"Your uncle Robbie showed up?"

"Yup," Candice said, nodding. "There wasn't any evidence you know. Nothing to tie them together. No smoking gun. My uncle made up some bullshit story about how he went home and Margo wasn't there, so he assumed she was over at our house...But that was bullshit. Number one, he never went straight home. Number two, he never went home at that time, although, after that, he did. He still tried to hide it though. Started stopping at stores on the way home and shit to make it look like it was normal for him to show up at six when he got off at four..."

"So, he doesn't stop by anymore," AJ said.

"Fuck no. I haven't seen him but maybe one time, maybe twice, since that happened and that was back when I was in grade school."

"Hmmm. I see," AJ said.

"Oh, do you?" Candice asked in a snarky manner. "What do you see?"

"Your nipples," AJ said, smiling.

"Shit. I gotta get dressed," Candice said and she stood up and pushed in her chair.

"Why bother?" AJ asked then, smiling. "It's just the two of us. Nobody else is home. If you don't care..."

"Are you hitting on me, Bro?" Candice asked.

"No," AJ said, shaking his head.

"Why don't you just strip down naked and walk around?"

"Fine," AJ said then, standing up and grabbing the front of his shorts.

"I'm going to go get dressed," Candice said then, hurrying out of the kitchen.

AJ chuckled buttoned his shorts back up, and then began cleaning up the kitchen and doing the dishes. By the time he was done, Candice was back in the kitchen, her hair brushed out, her makeup on, and wearing a bright orange dress with tiny spaghetti straps over her shoulders. He also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, and her ample breasts were now barely contained behind the thin airy material.

"So, how do I look?" Candice asked.

"Amazing," AJ said, smiling.

"So, I have to go do a photo shoot today. Do you think you could take me?"

"Sure," AJ said, putting the last dish in the drying rack. "Where is it at?"

Candice told him and he responded by telling her it was a good hour away. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten," Candice replied.

"We need to leave like now if you want to make it by eleven."

"Okay, well, I'm ready to go!" Candice declared.

"Let me grab a shirt and socks," AJ said, and he hurried down to his room to grab what he needed and then he was out the door and in the car.

"Next time you have an appointment, let me know a bit more in advance," AJ asked as they barreled along. "I was going to go job hunting today."

"You can still do that," Candice said smartly. "You don't have to stay. You can just drop me off and go."

"I...Okay, I'll do that. When do you need to be picked up?"

"I'll call you," Candice said then, grabbing his cell phone from the center console. She handed his phone to him to unlock, and then went to his contacts and began punching in numbers and information.

AJ concentrated on the road, as they traveled until he realized Candice hadn't put his phone down and was still busily scrolling through it.

"What are you doing?" AJ asked her.

"Snooping," She said, swiping her finger across the screen again.

"Snooping for what?" AJ asked.

"Anything," Candice chuckled. "Ooooh look at this Dork. Who's that?"

AJ glanced at his phone and saw a picture of his friend Dave from a year or so ago. He was wearing a suit of foam armor and holding a foam sword. The picture was taken at a larping event and it had been a lot of fun. AJ explained the picture to Candice and then explained what larping was.

"Wow. Larping sounds like a lot of fun," Candice said enthusiastically.

"Really?" AJ said, surprised that Candice would be interested in such a thing. She certainly didn't seem like the type, although, there were a few extremely pretty girls who participated, but they were diamonds among the billions of garnets.

"No. What a dork fest," Candice said, and she went back to scrolling through his photos. "I don't see any girls in here?" Candice asked curiously. "For someone who's bisexual, and not gay, you'd think there would be more pictures of females. Maybe a little prawn."

"Prawn?" AJ asked.

"Porn. Porno. You don't watch porn?"

"I have," AJ admitted. Who didn't watch porn? Of course, he watched porn, but he wasn't about to tell her he had an entire two-terabyte hard drive filled to the absolute brim with porn, attached to his video game system. No. That information was for him to know, and nobody else to find out.

"What kind of porn are you into?" Candice asked, continuing to scroll. "You know, it's really strange that you don't have any porn on your phone. Super strange."

"It's not strange," AJ said then, sticking his hand out for Candice to put his phone into.

"I...I'm not done," Candice said, pulling the phone all the way over to the window, and continuing to scroll.

"My dad," AJ said, sighing heavily, "he checks my phone."

"Why?" Candice asked then.

"Because he's an asshole," AJ said, turning the wheel to change lanes. "He says he pays the bill, so technically, he owns the phone. So it's his. He just lets me use it. So whenever he feels like it, he just takes my phone, goes through it, and like an hour later, he gives it back to me."

"He's using your phone to do something," Candice said then as if she knew it for a fact.

"What?" AJ asked, giving her a worried glance.

"I don't know. He probably deletes everything he does before he gives the phone back but...that's what it sounds like." Candice finished looking through AJ's phone and handed it back to him as they pulled into the parking lot of the address Candice had given him. "Park over there. Away from the door."

"Are you sure this is the right place?" AJ asked, looking at the extremely nondescript building with no windows and only a single door in the front.