Little White Lies Ch. 13

Don

Friday night

He made sure to shave as carefully as he could after he'd finished his shower. He didn't need any cuts on his face tonight and was already as nervous as he'd been in a long time. After styling his hair and putting on a minimal amount of cologne, he went to find something suitable to wear. Thumbing through his closet, he swore quietly.

"Shoulda had Jessie pick something out," he muttered to the modestly sized selection of button-down shirts.

As he perused the selection, he tried to dismiss the worries roaming around in his head about screwing the evening up. Was all this effort really worth it? He could end up hurting someone else, and he was just then coming to terms with the incident with Jessie. He still felt like a complete piece of shit for what had gone down between them.

He wanted to be able to blame her completely. For one, she'd been relentless in her teasing and obvious attempts to get a reaction out of him. Multiple times she'd told him that she'd be happy to give him a blowjob or maybe let him jerk off to her. The moment that she'd found out that he was aroused just by the mere presence of her, it seemed to have started a never-ending series of sexual teasing and outright begging for him to use her. Not to mention the fact that she was the sexiest woman that had shown him any interest in him in a very long time.

Still, he knew that what he'd done should have been unforgivable. He'd thought that she would come to her senses and hate him, and he wouldn't have blamed her. Even when she didn't, he'd was convinced that his son would, but he'd been wrong about that as well.

Jessie herself had talked to him that very night and had somehow convinced him that it was all going to be okay, even telling him that it was mostly her own fault. In the end she'd told him that she was okay with what had gone down between them.

She was as baffling to him as she was gorgeous.

For a while he felt like he deserved to be locked up and forgotten. When she told him that Dex was okay with own father hauling his girlfriend off the counter and fucking her brains out, he'd been stunned. What's more, she'd convinced him to do it again that same night.

That had to make it okay, right?

He honestly didn't know anymore. In the times that he'd been tempted, even begged by her and had managed to decline, it had taken everything within him to do so. He continued to feel like a complete shit for weeks after that, though Jessie was as happy and flirtatious as she'd always been. He'd forced himself on her, and she was still an absolute delight to be around.

To tell the truth, the last couple of months had been the most fun that he'd had since his wife had died. He knew for a fact that she was the reason for it. Between her cleaning naked, trying like hell to get him to let her suck his dick or to fuck her again, and the couple of times that he'd been around her roommate Donna, Don's life had been far more exciting the moment she stepped into it.

The second time that he'd let things get too out-of-hand, Jessie had spent the entire night in his bed. He told himself that he was helping Dex and Jessie both for the reasons that they'd given. Deep down, though, he'd known that he'd really wanted it to happen again. God help him, he did.

Once you'd been with the little succubus it was damn near impossible to get her out of your head, especially when she was pleading to let her take care of you. She had so many talents in that regard, it was unbelievable.

The young vixen was incredible at giving head, of that there was no doubt. He'd only been able to enjoy her skills during the night that they'd spent together, but that had been enough to tell him all he needed to know. She seemed to know every trick and skill there was to sucking dick. The sheer joy she seemed to take from it was something he knew was an extreme rarity in women.

Oral sex wasn't her only gift though, and he could vividly recall the way her juicy little pussy had felt when they'd been together. It was tight, thoroughly soaked each time he'd had the pleasure of fucking it and felt incredible when it was contracting down on him in an orgasm. Even when he was fucking her, it seemed like she was intent on making him have more pleasure than she was, and each little thing she did seemed to be geared toward that goal. Her emphatic moans and encouraging whispers in his ears, her hands pulling his hips down harder and harder, even her legs as they wrapped around him when he was plunging in and out; every action had seemed to be begging him to have as powerful an orgasm as he was capable of.

He would chuckle to himself each time he thought about one of the times that they'd had sex, but then immediately regretted letting it happen at all. After a while, he got to where he was determined not to let it happen again.

And so, each morning he would wake up and go stand in front of his mirror. He'd look into it and tell the bastard staring back at him, "never again." It felt silly, of course, but it had worked so far, especially since she'd never stopped her attempts to make sure he was sexually satisfied.

He didn't hold it against her, though. It was just who she was, and he understood that.

Jessie was a large part of the reason that he'd started actively trying to meet a woman. Sure, he was lonely and figured that it was time he saw what was out there, but he felt sure that having another woman around would also help convince the young minx that he was doing okay. He didn't need anyone to worry about his sex life but himself.

He'd initially had some high hopes about finding a good woman to be with. There were lots that seemed at least somewhat interested in him. But unfortunately, the few dates that he'd been on ranged from mediocre to outright laughable. He'd almost gotten to the point that he was ready to throw in the towel.

All of that changed when he started talking with Candy. Even just from texts alone, he could sense that she was a different story altogether.

Apparently, she was the mother of one of the girls that had been at Dexter's party, though he honestly wasn't clear which one she was the mother of. Her daughter and Jessie had conspired to set them up with each other's phone numbers and after texting steadily for a few days, he'd gotten to the point where he'd thought about asking her out to dinner. Before he could work up the nerve though, she asked him if they were even going to meet in person.

So, that's how he found himself in his current predicament. He was steadily approaching 50 and standing in his closet wondering what to wear out on a date with a woman that he hadn't seen or verbally spoken to. He began to wonder if he was crazy for doing this.

After ten more minutes, he finally decided on an ensemble. After putting it on, he left to go and pick her up for dinner. As he walked up toward the door, he saw her step out and smile as she came toward him. He was immediately taken with how beautiful she was. Urging himself to keep it cool and not make himself look like an idiot, he tried his best to do just that. It turned out to be a complete failure.

"Hi," he began. "I'm gorgeous. You must be..." He stammered to a halt as he realized what he'd said, then closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Without missing a beat, Candy burst out laughing and put her hand on his shoulder, almost as if she needed to have help staying upright from laughing so hard at his bone-headedness. From that point on, he'd felt like a kid on the first day of school.

"Hi, gorgeous," she said, highly amused. "That... was adorable."

"Can I try that again?" he asked, shaking his head in embarrassment

"Not for anything in the world," she told him, and he took comfort in the sight of her genuine smile.

Still blushing, he walked her to the car and opened the door for her, then went around to his side quietly hating himself. Taking another deep breath before opening his own door, he steadied himself in an attempt to regain his composure.

The drive to the restaurant that they'd chosen was short, but they were already conversing easily with each other on the drive over. After they parked and went in, Candy asked the hostess if it was possible for them to be seated where they would be able to talk and not be disturbed. The girl did her best to find them a table in a secluded part of the restaurant, and Don quickly became quite taken with his date. They talked a bit up until they ordered drinks, then conversation just started again to flow freely between the two. He began to feel a real connection with her and was dumbstruck at how easy it was to converse.

She was incredible. A single mother with two daughters, she'd been married and divorced twice, but neither of her ex-husband's were in the picture anymore. Obviously intelligent, she was a talented conversationalist and made him feel like they could talk about anything. She was naturally blonde and on the shorter side, but that was right up his alley. He also didn't mind admitting that she had an outstanding rack, and more than once had been caught staring at the ample cleavage she'd put on display. It wasn't that she had huge breasts or anything. They were actually rather average in size. What they lacked in volume, though, they made up for in perkiness.

"I feel like I should apologize for my straying eyes," he said, a few moments after being caught looking at the alluring flesh for the second time. "It's been a long time since I've been out with someone as gorgeous as you."

Candy smiled and waved the apology away with one hand. "I didn't wear this for you not to notice, Don," she said. "I take it as a compliment."

He smiled and fell easily back into the conversation.

After dinner was over with, he walked her to his truck and was about to open the door when she turned and gazed at him, an expectant look in her eyes. Realizing what was coming next, he began to get nervous.

"I noticed that you haven't asked me if you can see me again," she said.

"Oh, I thought that was a given," he said. He was trying to sound suave, but immediately felt foolish.

She erupted into laughs and clutched her stomach as he blushed. "I like you, Don," she said after a few seconds of laughing. "I'm glad my daughter set us up."

"Me too," he said. "Can I see you again?"

"I thought that was a given," she replied with a wink.

He laughed, then prepared himself to either give her a hug or a smile and a wave. He didn't want to push for a kiss and make her think he was just in it for sex.

She obviously didn't share his concern.

She brought her hands up to his chest and gave him that tell-tale look that he suddenly recognized, then leaned in and closed her eyes. Quick to respond, he closed his own and leaned down to meet her lips for the kiss. Sadly though, he missed her lips a bit and ended up half-off to the side. The slip-up caused her to erupt into giggles again.

"God, you're adorable," she said, looking up at him after a few seconds of rampant giggling.

He was blushing and couldn't really think of anything that would help him save in that moment, but she managed to save them both a few seconds later. Bringing both hands up to his face, she pulled him down for a soft, sensual kiss. Since he'd been expecting a quick peck on the lips, he was surprised to feel her lips part for a moment and then close once more against his. It was over a split-second later, leaving him feeling a little light-headed.

"Mmm," she said, smiling up at him. "Tall, handsome, and a good kisser," she said.

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're incredible."

She smiled, then kissed him again before stepping back and holding her hand up to his chest. "That's all you get until you call or text me again, mister."

Don smiled, chuckling as he stood there not moving.

"Ugh, fine," she said, and leaned in again, kissing him then laughing and stepping back. "I really do need to stop before I embarrass myself anymore," she said, her face blushing slightly.

Don's head was swimming, and he was having trouble focusing.

"You know," she said as she adopted a pensive look. "It's still pretty early and you're a lot of fun. Can we go back to your place and watch a movie or something?"

His eyes grew wide, and she laughed once more.

"I'm not implying sex," she clarified, playfully swatting his shoulder. "I told you; no more kisses until you text me again."

He immediately pulled out his phone and unlocked it, then started typing a message to her. She burst out laughing and covered her face for a moment. "I guess I set myself up for that one," she said.

He smiled, then tossed his phone back in his pocket. "My place is fine," he said. "I'm sure we can find something to watch."

She squeezed his hands happily and turned to hop into the truck.

***

Back at the house, he gave Candy a tour before they settled in the living room and turned on the TV.

"Can I get you a drink?" he offered.

"I'll take a beer if you have one," she said, surprising him yet again.

"Sure," he replied, then went and fetched a couple from the kitchen.

She'd found the TV control and he smiled at the sight of her making herself comfortable on the couch and flipping through the channels. She settled on an 80's movie and patted the spot beside her as he came back to sit down, beers in hand.

"Here you go," he said, handing her one.

The movie was about half over, but she was much more interested in snuggling up to him and cuddling anyway. True to her word though, she didn't try and kiss him again. She wasn't opposed to holding his hand, though, and more than once brought it over to her lap to clutch at it with both of her own.

They talked some more, but mostly just enjoyed each other's company and only sparingly watched the movie. By the time it ended, he was already looking forward to the next time he was going to get to see her.

"I have to say... it's been a long time since I've had a date this nice," he said after she turned to look at him.

"I know what you mean," she agreed quietly. "I keep expecting one of us to scare the other off and ruin it."

"Me too," he said with a chuckle.

"If I'm being honest, I don't want it to end," she said, blushing slightly.

"I didn't expect anything more than a hug or a smile after dinner," Don said. "I don't want to rush things with you."

He must have said the perfect thing, because she smiled widely and nodded just before she leaned in and kissed him again. This time it lingered, her tongue sliding softly against his as she pulled at his shirt.

"Mmm..." she said, breaking the kiss a few seconds later. "You're such a good kisser. It's making it hard for me to behave myself."

"Well then stop kissin' me!" he said playfully, eliciting a delightful sound laugh.

"Don't wanna," she protested, and kissed him again.

Breaking it the second time, she sighed and sat back, then looked up at him. "If you want, I guess you can drive me home now. I can't promise that I won't kiss you more, though."

Taking a chance, he pulled her waist a bit, drawing her in and kissing her again. She whimpered excitingly, the sound betraying her surprise and approval of him taking the initiative. Tongues pushed together, warmth and wetness sliding between the two. She turned a little more toward him and leaned in, one hand going to his chest and the other straying to his belt. Her fingers began to pull at the clasp when they heard the sound of keys in the lock at the front door.

Both looked at each other and sat back upright, amused expressions coming to each of them.

"That must be one of my boys," he explained

She sighed, the took a deep breath before standing and offering him a hand up. "I can't wait to continue this some time," she said, and kissed him a final time before heading toward the kitchen, his hand in hers.

As they reached the archway that led from the living room to the kitchen, Don and Candy both froze. Jessie and Dexter were stumbling inside but hadn't noticed the two of them yet.

Dexter spun his girlfriend around quickly and pushed her into the kitchen, his hand moving to grip a clump her hair roughly. She didn't look like she disliked her hair being pulled, though, and had looked up to see the two of them staring.

"Hi, Papa," she said as Dexter pushed her forward to the counter and forced a moan from her. As they watched, Dexter reached up and roughly gripped Jessie's exposed breast, her dress having been torn open in the front.

He stammered something in greeting but didn't exactly know what he'd said.

"Sorry," Jessie said through an audible moan. "We couldn't control ourselves."

"Hey guys!" Candy said, her reaction to the situation much different than Don's.

He couldn't focus, his attention on how delicious Jessie looked in that moment and the visceral eroticism of the encounter. He was vaguely aware of Candy talking with Jessie while Dexter continued what he was doing.

"Come on, handsome," Candy said, drawing his attention as she grabbed his arm again. "We better leave these two alone before we get swept up in the fun."

A few more seconds of foreplay ensued before Candy pulled him through the kitchen to the front door while calling out for Jessie and Dexter to have fun.

Outside, she burst out laughing as Don stood in embarrassed silence.

"I..." he stammered, trying to find the right combination of words to explain what the hell that was.

"Let's go get a drink and talk," she suggested, looping her arm in his and heading for his truck. "I know a place near my house."

Surprised that she wasn't offended, Don took a few seconds to register what she'd said as they walked. After opening her door to let her in, he hopped in on his side and pulled out. They talked idly while she gave him directions. Pulling into the moderately packed parking lot, he found a spot and they hopped out.

He liked that she let him open the door for her, and even more when she slid her hand in his once they'd entered. Finding a table, they ordered a couple of beers when the waitress came up, and conversation seemed to halt while they waited for their drinks. After the young woman dropped off their drinks, he took a swig and cleared his throat, but she spoke first.

"Erin was right about those two," she said, leaning into him a bit. "Jessie and Dexter," she clarified.

"Oh?" he asked.

"She said that Jessie was an unapologetic flirt and that Dex was really good looking, just like his father." As she spoke, she looked up at his face with a fire smoldering in her gorgeous green eyes.

Don couldn't help himself and blushed a bit, then chuckled and shook his head as she snickered. He recovered quickly though and looked back at her.

"So that's why you wanted to go out with me, then?" he asked raising a single eyebrow at her.

"Because you're sexy?" she asked playfully. "No, but it certainly didn't hurt things."

"Ha," he told her. "So that scene in my kitchen just now didn't bother you?"

She snickered. "My own kids are known to do similar things," she shrugged. "Well, Erin is at least. She and her boyfriend have an interesting relationship."

She took another drink before continuing. "But no, Don, it didn't bother me. I probably shouldn't say this... but you have me pretty turned on and that little display we witnessed didn't help things."

"Oh really?" he asked, then lifted her chin and planted a kiss on her soft, red lips.

"Mmm," she whispered after he broke the embrace a few moments later. "You're not playing fair."

With a laugh, he sat back a bit and looked back at her happily.

"I'm just glad that I don't have to apologize for those two," he said.

Candy waved the thought away, then smiled and slid even closer. "So... should we have the talk?"