Breaking And Entering With Steele

Candice hung up the phone and turned, and her eyes looked directly at AJ, and her mouth opened. AJ felt as if electric bolts of white lightning had been shot into his head as Candice's scream ripped through the air, and she jumped a clear two feet off the ground, the container of orange juice flying through the air.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Candice shouted again after she flipped the light switch on to make sure it was AJ sitting at the table, ogling her.

"I'm eating!" AJ said obstinately.

"That was like, an hour ago!" Candice shouted, her hands covering her nipples, and her cunt, moving back and forth, back and forth, not being able to decide on which was more important, both nipples or one nipple and her slit. "You trying to give me a heart attack?"

"No," AJ said quickly. "I'm eating, and then I'm going to bed."

Candice moved toward the container of OJ on the floor, but when she tried to bend, squat, or lower herself down, she exposed herself over and over again.

"Just grab it," AJ said after watching her for a moment. "I've already seen it all."

"No you have not, you little pervert," Candice said, snatching the container off the floor with one hand. AJ smiled. She was right. Now, he had seen everything.

"I'm not the pervert," AJ said quietly, "taking pictures of people while they're sleeping."

"What are you talking about?" Candice asked, turning around to try and hide her assets from showing. "I didn't take pictures of you."

"Then I'm not talking about you, am I?"

"You're weird," Candice said, reaching up to the first cupboard, and then closing it when she found it was filled with dishes. She tried the next cupboard, and then the next. "Where are the glasses!?"

"I'm surprised you didn't just order me to get you a glass of juice," AJ said.

Candice turned and shot him a condescending glance. "No, you made it perfectly clear that you're not cut out to be my butler," she said snidely.

"You're a real piece of work," AJ said then. "What happened that turned you into such a stuck-up, sniveling, entitled little bitch?"

"Nothing happened!" Candice said sharply.

"Oh, so you were born this way. I see. Not your fault."

Candice continued opening cupboards and closing them much too hard. "Are you going to tell me where the glasses are, or not?"

"Are you going to stop being such a cunt?" AJ asked.

Candice turned around and for once, she was holding her tongue. She also wasn't covering herself up, and AJ decided it was his payment for being nice. After he got his eye-fill, he pointed to the cupboard behind her, to the left. "First cupboard you went into. Second shelf up."

Candice opened the cupboard and stretched up to grab a glass, but she was a good foot shorter than AJ and her arms couldn't reach at all. But she continued stretching, up on her tippy toes, her ass in the air, trying to get a glass. She brought one knee up then, and hooked it over the counter as if she were going to climb up. AJ loved to see her soft pink lips part so magnificently, and she looked as if she were ready to shoot a scene in one of his favorite positions, but if the cupboard came crashing down on her, it would be his father he would have to deal with.

"Hold on," AJ said, getting up quickly. He came around the table and Candice dropped her knee back down to the floor. AJ came up behind her then, thinking she might move, any normal person would move, but she didn't. She stood right in front of the cupboard. He thought about asking her to move, but then figured it didn't matter. He could reach the glass, even with her there. He took a step forward, his chest almost touching her back, and reached up. His fingers closed around the glass, and then he felt something warm and soft pressing against the front of his underwear and his cock throbbed against it. He paused, lowering the glass, and Candice took it from his hands without a word.

AJ turned and grabbed his bowl off the table and put it in the sink, turned and headed toward his room. He glanced back at Candice right before he stepped onto the upper floor landing of the stairwell and saw her watching him, a wry smile on her face. AJ flipped the light on and flew/slid down the stairs, flipping the bottom light switch off as soon as he hit the ground.

As soon as he was back in his room, he grabbed his headset and his controller and started another game. Quickly now, the weather outside picked up, going from torrential downpours to tropical storm gusts, and the thunder grew louder and louder. The first stroke of lightning flashed through the basement windows so brightly, that it illuminated AJ's entire bedroom as if it were the middle of the day. The corresponding thunder shook the entire house as if a bomb had gone off outside, and his T.V. and Game system instantly cut off, the surge protector clicking both off.

AJ swore, shut his headset off, and set both it and his controller down. A moment later he heard footsteps running frantically across the upstairs level, down the hall, through the front room, the dining room/kitchen, and to the top of the stairs. Heavy heels hit the stairs, slipping, tumbling, and thudding all the way down until Candice hit the floor, a wild look in her eyes. The entire house was eerily quiet and then the lightning flashed again, and Candice spotted AJ sitting in a chair about ten feet away. The thunder crashed and Candice bolted in his direction.

"Whoa!" AJ said as Candice crashed into him, literally throwing herself into his lap and wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm scared! I'm scared, please, please help me," she cried.

"Jesus Christ," AJ said then, slowly, hesitantly, putting his arms out and around her to comfort her. "It's fine. Just a bit of thunder and lightning. No big deal."

"It hit the house!" Candice cried.

AJ sucked in a deep breath and noticed that Candice was wearing some sort of perfume that was light and airy and smelled just like honeydew melon. "No. No, it didn't. If it was that close, the lightning would strike and you'd hear the thunder at almost the same time. The further in between the lightning and the thunder, the further away it is."

"But the electricity...."

"It knocked the power out," AJ said. "Happens...all the time."

"I don't like it," Candice said then. "I hate not having electricity."

"Yeah, it sucks," AJ said, and he felt Candice shift her body on top of him, trying to find a more comfortable position. His cock twitched hard, trying to find a much more comfortable spot to press into, rather than her buttocks.

"Can I sleep down here?" Candice asked. "Not...not in our bed or anything. Just, down here? So I don't get hit by thunder."

"You'd get struck by lightning," AJ said.

"That's why I don't wanna go upstairs!" Candice cried.

"I...I don't care if you wanna sleep down here," AJ said, not thinking it through. "I have some extra blankets and some pillows."

Candice got up then, and AJ smelled the scent of Honeydew melons trail away. "Where is your bed?" Candice asked, and then, she shouted in pain and a loud metallic thunk sounded through the basement.

"You found my weight bench," AJ called out. He turned, knowing where she should have been. Lightning flashed and he saw she was heading for the desk he kept in the corner. "Watch out," AJ said warningly.

"I don't know where I'm going," Candice said.

"Then stop walking," AJ replied, getting up. He could navigate his bedroom with his eyes closed. In fact, he often did, preferring the darkness to the dim ruddy lights he'd installed himself. He strategically walked over to his weight bench, put his hand out felt the end of the barbell, and then turned right. He reached out, touched the support stanchion, veered left a bit, and continued to the foot of his bed. "Where you at?"

"Over here," Candice said, her voice coming from a good two feet away.

"Alright, come this way," He said, holding his hand out, expecting to find groping hands, but instead finding soft warm pillows of flesh. "Oh, there you are," he said, lowering his hand to try and grab her hands. His fingers slipped into a thin waistband of material, yanking it down an inch.

"Those are my panties," Candice said accusingly, batting his hands away. "Why don't you keep your hands to yourself!"

"I was trying to find out where you were," AJ said, shaking his head.

"I'm here," she said and he heard his bed creak as she put her weight onto it. "What the hell?"

"What?" AJ asked.

"What thread count are these?"

"What is a thread count?" AJ asked.

"The sheets? They feel like sandpaper!"

"Well, that's fine," AJ said, bending over and groping around until he felt her leg. He grabbed it and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing!!?" Candice's voice yelped in both alarm and anticipation.

"Taking you off my bed," AJ said. "There are extra blankets and pillows in the drawer underneath. You can sleep on the floor, or on my desk over there in the corner. Heck, you can sleep in the chair or the little sofa couch over by my TV if you want."

"You're not going to give me the bed, and you sleep on the floor?"

"Heh. No," AJ replied. "Not a chance."

"You're just like my mother said. Rude, crude, and..."

"A really bad dude. Uh-huh. Peter Pan?" AJ said.

"What?"

"Never mind. I...a bag of already chewed food dude."

"What are you talking about?" Candice asked.

"Get off my bed!" AJ said loudly.

"I don't wanna sleep on the floor!" Candice whined.

"I already said, there's a couch over there, a chair, a loveseat."

"What's a loveseat?" Candice asked.

"I don't know. A really big seat."

"Why do they call it a loveseat?"

"I-don't-know," AJ repeated. "Go ask the love seat why it's called a loveseat."

Candice mulled around for a few more moments and then she blindly yanked open the under-bed drawers and pulled items from within.

"There's a comforter and pillows..." AJ put his hand down to feel in the drawer, to check what she'd taken already when another stroke of lightning illuminated the basement, the empty drawer, and a squatting Candice who was busily trying to figure out what folds of the two comforters and four sheets, were needed to make a suitable sleeping spot.

"You can sleep over there on the sofa," AJ said, annoyed by her antics.

"No," Candice said in a frustrated tone.

"Then the loveseat," AJ said.

"It's all the way over there!" Candice whined.

"I can pull the chair over," AJ said, getting up and navigating his way over to his gaming area. He grabbed the chair and pulled it over, until it was within a foot of his bed, and then slapped the seat back. "Here ya go."

He listened as Candice tried to walk in the darkness, and slammed into almost every possible obstacle between where she was, and where he was, but eventually, she got there.

"You good?" AJ asked the darkness.

"I...I'm cold," she said, and AJ felt her hand brush across the front of his underwear, her fingers reaching for something. AJ jerked back, startled, knowing she probably didn't know what she'd just touched, and he thought it might be better if he left it that way.

"Where are the blankets?" AJ asked, moving toward his bed.

"I left them," Candice said.

AJ hung his head and then slowly moved back to his bed, keeping his eyes on where the bedding had been on the floor. As he predicted, the next flash of lightning burned an image into his brain, and he quickly moved forward, grabbing up the sheets and comforters, and even the extra pillow, and brought them over to his bed. He sat down and rotated, intending on dumping the items into Candice's lap, next to his bed, but as he slid forward, his knee pressed up against something warm and soft.

"Candice," AJ asked the darkness.

"What?" She replied from just below and next to his groin.

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Because I'm fucking scared!" She breathed and another stroke of lightning illuminated her body, from tits to toes, virtually erasing the insignificant material of the nightie and panties she was wearing. "Please!" She said softly, pushing her chest up on one elbow. "I...I promise I won't kick, or hit. I swear. You can tie my hands up if you want. My legs too."

"What?" AJ asked, and then he realized what she'd said. "What do you mean, you promise you won't hit me?"

"I'm sorrrieee!" Candice whined again. "I have nightmares. My mom calls them terrors. I...she wakes me up with a tickle stick, or, she'll have our maid wake me up."

"Oookay? Why?" AJ asked.

"I, uh...I hit," she said softly. "I don't mean to! I hit our Butler one time, and he had to go to the hospital."

"I swear to god," AJ said then, giving her a look she couldn't see.

"I won't. I swear I won't. I'll even face the other direction if you want."

AJ thought about that but then decided that wasn't a good idea. Even with Candice being a stuck-up bitch, and a whiny little princess wanna-be, he didn't want to leave her with a bad impression of himself and his feet...tended to stink.

"You stay on your side of the bed," AJ said then. "And I'm going to sleep underneath the sheets. You can sleep on top of them, or, under one of the comforters."

"Thank you," Candice said then, and AJ was actually surprised by it.

Lighting flashed outside again and continued sending bright after flashes and stark shadows for a long moment, and AJ knew the thunder that was about to hit, was going to be epic.

"Hold on. This one is going to be big," AJ said warningly.

Instead of scoffing at him, or accusing him of trying to do something ungentlemanly, Candice slid close, pressing her head into the space between his chin and his collarbone, throwing an arm over his chest, and pressing her body up against his. AJ let out a groan of gratification, but his sounds were washed out by the deep thunderous boom that shook the house and continued to echo for almost a minute afterward.

"Are we safe down here?" Candice asked, curling up next to him even tighter.

"Yeah, I mean, we're in the safest spot we can be," AJ said, his arms up above his head in an awkward position. He slipped his left arm sideways, trying to wedge his hand somewhere it wouldn't fall, but a moment later, Candice reached up, found his arm, and his hand, and then pulled it down around her shoulders.

"You can hold onto me," She said softly, "but no groping."

"I...I'm not going to grope you," AJ said.

"Well, in case you get any funny ideas, like taking my nightie off once I fall asleep, or...trying to do other stuff....don't."

"I won't," AJ said flatly.

"I mean it. My mom might think that's just the way stuff goes, but not me. I...I'll press charges."

"Jesus Christ," AJ said, yanking his arm from around her. "If you're that worried, sleep in the chair!"

"Nooo! No, okay, alright. I'm...I'm uh...a little bit nervous. I...I'm probably menstruating, or getting ready to start menstruating..."

"I...I don't need to hear this," AJ said softly. "Please stop telling me."

"Okay," Candice said then, and she gently slid the fingers of her left hand across AJ's chest. He suppressed another groan, knowing she would hear it clear as day, but then she curled her fingers and gently tugged at his hair, and then giggled, and AJ finally chanced breathing again.

AJ lay there for a long time, his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, waiting for another flash of lightning to light the room, but it didn't happen. Slowly, he lowered his arm back down, and Candice snuggled up against him and then moaned slightly as he rested the weight of his arm across her back and wrapped his lower arm around her side. He grabbed the comforter with his right hand and pulled it over her shoulders, burying her body underneath, and then, he slowly closed his eyes.

Some people had the hardest time going to sleep or staying asleep, waking at the slightest noise, touch, or dream. AJ, and his father before him, were not those kinds of people. His father often said that if they had a house fire, both of them would die because no matter what someone did, they usually could not wake them from their sleep. This particular trait had gotten AJ into plenty of trouble when he was younger and had plagued him until now in his early adulthood. But with the current situation the way it was, and Candice telling him that she often woke up swinging, he thought it might be okay if he didn't divulge this little tidbit of information about himself.

When morning finally came, AJ awoke to a supremely unique, and pleasurable feeling. His cock was rock hard, as it usually was when he woke up, but this time, it felt like he was inside of something warm, soft, and tight. Whatever it was, it stroked him hard and then squeezed. His cock jerked spasmodically, and he felt as if he was about to cum, and then the sensation went away.

Groaning, AJ opened his eyes and squinted at the bright sunlight streaming in through the small rectangular windows set high on the walls. He stretched his arms, back, legs, and feet, and then realized there was something next to him. Then he remembered, there was a hot, soft, body curled up next to him. He stretched his mouth wide, yawning, and then gently pulled the comforter back.

Candice lay there, her hair an absolute mess, but a look of absolute serenity painted on her face. She looked hot as if she'd been sweating underneath the covers, but if she didn't like that, he would have never known by the look on her face.

"Hey," AJ said softly, and then he remembered what she'd told him the night before, and he gently slid sideways, moving away from her, before trying again.

"Mmmm," She moaned, and then her hand shot out, grabbing the sheet between them.

"Hey," AJ said again, and he gently reached out and grasped her hand. "It's morning. The storm is over."

"Huh?" She asked, bleary-eyed and blinking sleepily.

"I'm going to make breakfast. You want anything?"

"Two poached eggs and a slice of bacon," she said, and then she rolled over, and then she sat bolt upright, as if shocked. "Where am I?"

"You're in the basement," AJ said. "In my bedroom."

"What am I doing in your bed?" Candice asked then.

"I could ask you the same thing but...you don't remember?"

"Did you slip me a roofie?" Candice asked then, looking skittish, like a deer in the headlights.

"I didn't slip you anything," AJ said. "And we didn't do anything. You came down here because you were afraid of the storm. You begged me to let you sleep in my bed, next to me."

"As if!" Candice scoffed and then she stood up. Her hands grabbed her breasts which were still barely restrained behind a barely-there negligee, and then one hand went between her legs. "What did you do!!?"

"Get the fuck outta my room," AJ said then, standing up out of his blankets and pointing toward the stairs. He looked down then, noticing for the first time, he was naked. His underwear was gone.

Candice's mouth opened and closed silently, her eyes trapped by the sight of his manhood, and AJ felt exposed. "I told you no funny business!" Candice shouted at him.

"So you do remember!" AJ said, turning around and looking for his underwear. "I should have made you sleep upstairs!" AJ shouted at her, dropping to his knees next to his bed and searching the floor all around.

"You're lucky I...I'm not like most girls," Candice said then, taking a few steps toward the stairs. "Oh, you're so lucky."

"Oh yeah? How?" AJ said, standing up quickly and heading to his dresser. "Where did you put my underwear?"

"Me? How would I know where your underwear are?" Candice asked.

"Because," AJ said. "Obviously you took them off of me."

"Why would I do something like that?" Candice asked as if the question was absurd. "That's reposterous!"

"Preposterous!" AJ shouted at her, yanking on a new pair of underwear and grabbing a shirt out of his dresser. "No, what's preposterous is, you begging me to let you sleep in my bed, and then taking advantage of me."