Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents)

  Candice shook it off. “I don’t mind. I’m glad I turn you on like that. Why would I not like it?”

  “Well, a whole lot of women don’t want to be looked at as sex objects, number one.”

  “Well, most people don’t look at me as a sex object. Not at all.”

  Samuel figured she wasn’t the best-looking young woman in the world, but she was at least an eight, and that was much better than most. So he refused to believe that no one else wanted to fuck her. She was surely attractive enough to be lusted over.

  He asked her, “What are you talking about? What do you think, you’re unattractive? Because you ain’t hardly ugly. You’re a good-looking girl.”

  She blushed. “Thank you. But I already know that. It’s just that…I, well, when you’re nice to people, sometimes they don’t look at you in that way.”

  Samuel stared at her to imagine what she meant. “So, you mean to say that you only let your freak out with me; is that it?”

  Candice shrugged, standing in the middle of his living room with a soiled summer dress and no panties or bra. “Well, would you want me to be like this with everyone else?”

  Samuel chuckled at it. “Hell no! They can all go out and find their own angel.”

  “I’m not an angel,” she repeated.

  “Well, you’re my angel. So I want to take you out and treat you to a nice dinner tonight, right after we finish cleaning up your dress.”

  She shook it off. “I have something else to do tonight.”

  “Well, cancel it.”

  “I can’t. But we’ll go out soon. Maybe we can take a trip up to Greensboro or something.”

  Samuel frowned. “I didn’t move here to go to Greensboro; I live in Charlotte now. That’s like moving to Cleveland to go to Columbus for dinner. For what?”

  “Well, I’ve lived in Charlotte my entire life, so I’d rather hang out in other places now,” Candice explained to him.

  “Well, move away then,” he suggested.

  The young woman went silent for a spell. That’s when Samuel decided that he had probably gone too hard on her.

  “Or, maybe you like being around the safety of your folks,” he added.

  “Maybe.”

  After that, he got to thinking that either she was a homebody, or she didn’t want to be seen out in public with him.

  “You ah, not doing somebody wrong, are you?” he questioned.

  Shit, maybe she ain’t no angel, he mused. The girl obviously had some kind of secret going on. Or at least he felt that way.

  “You could be a homebody,” he countered, giving her another option.

  Candice took the bait far too easily for comfort. “Yeah, maybe I am. I’m just a homebody. Or at least in Charlotte I am. I mean, I’ve seen everything there is to see here.”

  “Well, I haven’t. I thought you were supposed to show me around this place.”

  “I did show you. I gave you a whole list of places to go and directions for how to get there,” she reminded him.

  Samuel could see she was prepared to dodge the real issue of being seen out with him in public. But he planned to stop his inquiry until he could catch her out and about.

  “Well, let’s ah, get that dress of yours cleaned up.”

  He finally climbed up from the sofa. And he told himself, Something’s going on here, but she’s not ready to tell me yet.

  At lunch hour at the bank in downtown Charlotte, Samuel had an urge to call up his young sex pupil and ask her if she wanted to do lunch.

  “By the time I get down there, I would need to rush right back to school.”

  “I’ll come meet you at a lunch spot near campus then,” he told her. “I’m not worried about how long I take off for lunch. These loan applications will still be here at my desk when I get back,” he joked.

  “Umm, how about dinner instead?” Candice suggested. “I mean, that would be a lot less cumbersome than trying to jam in a lunch hour.”

  Samuel nodded. Okay, now we’re starting to get somewhere, he told himself. “Where would you like to go?”

  “Umm, I’ll decide a little later on. Okay? I have to think about it.”

  Samuel hung up his phone and looked forward to taking the young woman out for dinner that evening. He figured she deserved his good treatment after how well she had treated him. She had made his relocation to Charlotte smooth, inviting and down-right seductive. And he agreed to meet her at his apartment so they could travel in one car.

  “Can I get some more before we leave?” Candice teased Samuel at his apartment that evening. She wore a purple blouse and skirt set, looking a hundred percent professional, like a school principal in training. But she was obviously still fresh, no matter what she wore.

  Samuel laughed it off, still dressed professionally himself, in a dark sports jacket, button-up shirt with tie, and fine slacks with his shoes.

  “We can have all night for that when we get back.”

  “But it’s a work night, and I have to get up early tomorrow. In fact, we may need to take two cars anyway.”

  Samuel was stunned. It seemed that Candice was attempting to wiggle her way out of another date while getting sexed up before they left.

  “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I may start to think that you were only using me for a good sex thing.” The idea sounded implausible, but it could have been karma. Samuel had been using young women to satisfy his sexual fantasies for years. And he had never been married or sired any children in four, long decades of dating.

  “You don’t like having sex with me?” Candice asked him innocently.

  “Now, I didn’t say that. I’m just saying—”

  “Well, what’s the problem?” she cut him off.

  It was the first time he had witnessed her strong backbone, or at least while dealing with him.

  “The problem is, all that we’ve been doing is fucking.”

  Candice stopped and started chuckling. “Oh my God, I never thought I would hear a guy say that.”

  “Well, I’m saying it.” Samuel had had enough sex in his life to know when something smelled fishy. And for a young woman, or any woman to fuck him good and not even want a good dinner for it, he suspected that something peculiar was going on.

  Suddenly, Candice took a deep breath and began to look saddened.

  “So, you don’t want to anymore?” she asked sincerely.

  Shit, is this girl a closet sex fiend or what? he wondered. He could read the sadness in her eyes at even the suggestion that he would no longer want to fuck her.

  “It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s that you’re making me feel kind of funny with how you’ve been dodging doing anything else with me. I mean, that’s just unusual.

  “I’m not an ugly guy,” he continued. “So unless you’re embarrassed about me being older than you, or you got some kind of a boyfriend somewhere that you’re not telling me about, I don’t understand why I can’t take you out nowhere.”

  “But we are going out now,” she reminded him.

  “Yeah, after me pushing you for it, and only after you get another fix. And now you tell me that we need to take two cars so you can rush off afterward. Hell, I don’t even know where you live. But you know where I live,” he added.

  The facts were all adding up, and they were convincing.

  Candice looked away from him and took another breath. Then she turned and looked him in the eyes. “I’ll tell you over dinner,” she promised him.

  Samuel nodded and agreed. “Okay.”

  “And we can take your car.”

  When they arrived at a dark Italian restaurant on the south end of Charlotte, Candice was extra quiet.

  Samuel joked, “Whatever you have to tell me is not the end of the world, is it?” Her stale silence was making him nervous.

  She looked up at him and grinned, while looking inside the multiple-page menu.

  “I hope not.”

  Samuel chuckled on the outside, but on the inside he
was growing increasingly suspicious. He frowned. “What exactly, ah—”

  “Hey, Candice. How are you doing?” an older woman stepped up to their table to greet her. She was tall and stately. After speaking to Candice, she quickly glanced over at Samuel, with a look of investigation.

  “Hi,” he responded and nodded. It was obvious she wondered who he was. Samuel could read it in her quick, probing eyes.

  “Hi,” she greeted him back. Then she looked at Candice for an explanation.

  “Samuel is a bank loan officer from Cincinnati. I’m trying to do a few things with my account,” she explained.

  The woman nodded back. “Oh. Well, you should bring him to church with you.”

  “He hasn’t decided on a church yet.”

  The woman looked back at Samuel. “Well, he can always visit a good house of the Lord.” Then she stuck her hand out. “I’m Sister Davis from the Southern Tabernacle Baptist Church, right here in Charlotte. And I guess you already know who her father is. Reverend John Burton is our pastor.”

  Candice stared across the table, praying that Samuel would keep his cool about it. And he did.

  He nodded to Sister Davis. “Yes, of course. She told me all about him. But like she said, I haven’t made up my mind on which church to join yet. I’ve been busy trying to figure Charlotte out first.”

  “Mmm-hmm, I see. Well, you couldn’t find a more beautiful and willing soul than young sister Candice Burton here to talk to you about it. And you’re supposed to be helping her with banking services?”

  “Ahh, right now, I’m trying to pick out something on this long menu to eat,” he hinted with a kind smile.

  Sister Davis reacted startled. “Oh, well let me let you all get back to your menu. Don’t mind me at all.” She chuckled. “And Candice, I’ll see you back at Sunday service.”

  As soon as the woman left them alone at the table, Samuel looked across at Candice and grinned.

  “So that’s it,” he commented. “The infamous preacher’s daughter.”

  Candice immediately shook her head in disdain. “Maybe you’re right; I should leave Charlotte and start my own life somewhere else.”

  “Either that, or you fall into the fold and do what your father wants you to do. And I don’t think that’s what you want,” he assumed. “So that’s what you’ve been trying to hide out with me.”

  Candice sighed. She said, “My father preaches at one of the largest churches in Charlotte, and wherever I go, somebody always knows me. Then they end up telling somebody at the church. So now he’s gonna want to know who’s Samuel from the bank?”

  “Well, you should have told me,” Samuel commented. “I understand what you’re going through. You’re not the only pastor’s daughter in the world.”

  “But would you have treated me the same if I had told you?”

  That question made Samuel pause. He had known about nasty church women in Cincinnati, and had even slept with a few of them, but never with the preacher’s daughter. And the church women he had been involved with were far too overzealous for his taste. Decisions all seemed to be a little too extreme with church women.

  Noicing his longer than average pause, Candice challenged him, “You see that? How come it’s taking you so long to answer?”

  Samuel started laughing. It was indeed an awkward situation.

  “Well—”

  “See,” she cut him off again. “I’m so tired of that. Guys either act all timid with me, like they need to marry me or something, or act all scandalous, as if I’m some wayward sex fiend, who’s willing to get into trouble just to spite my father.”

  Samuel was speechless. He was thinking the same thing himself. Would he have been so openly sexual with her had he known she was a preacher’s daughter?

  He laughed out loud at the idea and couldn’t concentrate on his menu.

  Candice continued to shake her head, knowing that it was another mistake to allow him to know who she was, Pastor Burton’s only daughter.

  “I want to feel like a normal woman sometimes, and do what normal women do,” she revealed. “That’s why I was so turned on by the fact that you didn’t really want ties to marriage or anything, and that you didn’t go out of your way to treat me differently, because you didn’t really know me. So I could, like, make my fantasies of pleasing a man come true without having to worry about all of the extra baggage of who I am or worrying about my father’s influence.”

  Samuel nodded to her and sympathized with her dilemma. But in his mind, he still couldn’t get past how openly freaky she had allowed herself to be with him. Was it overdone because she had been sexually deprived?

  Her revelation seemed to change everything for him. He couldn’t seem to put things back into proper perspective. Nevertheless, when they arrived back at his apartment after dinner that evening, Samuel forced himself to treat Candice no differently than he had been treating her before. So he stripped her clothes off and took her to bed.

  “I’m gonna make you feel like a regular woman all right,” he teased. He bent her legs all the way back, froggystyle, and commenced to tear into her pleasure spot.

  “Ooooh, thank you! Thank you, Daddy! Yes! Yessss!” she moaned. “I want you to cum real hard. Fuck me the way you want to!”

  Try as he might, the more she moaned and talked to him, the more Samuel began to think about her status as a preacher’s daughter. Would he need to remain out of the public eye with her? Would her father want to meet him? Would he then ask him how old he was and why he had never been married? How old was her preacher/father? And what would her mother say?

  Shit! Samuel thought to himself. The added information was clouding his mind. He began to view Candice as an innocent little church girl, wearing innocent little dresses to Sunday mass for her entire life. And there he was, pounding his big, brown dick into her innocent little pussy.

  Motherfucker! he cursed himself as he pumped her, now with only one leg up. He was really confused by it all. Why should church make a difference to him? A woman was a woman. But once he began to feel the rise of another strong nut in his system, and like it, he wondered if he would be viewed as the devil’s advocate, who had gotten himself deeply involved in fucking one of the Lord’s dutiful little angels. Nevertheless, it felt too damned good to stop. So Samuel began to pray for his soul.

  Please forgive me for my sins! he mused. Then he let out a loud, “Ooohhh God, forgive me!” while he came inside of her.

  Candice squeezed into him and held on tightly for his overheated release of bliss. Samuel had been thinking so intently, that he had perspired more than usual, leaving his bed sheets drenched in sweat. And when they finished, Candice was usually glum.

  “Why did you ask for forgiveness?” she questioned.

  Samuel looked at her in bed and shook it off. “Oh, that was normal sex talk, you know.”

  “No, it wasn’t. You’re starting to feel guilty now.”

  He attempted to laugh. “You know, I’ve never been in this situation before.”

  “But there’s a first time for everything, right?” she asked him. “I’ve never been in this situation before either, but I wanted to be. I mean, I’ve never done the things I’ve done with you for anyone else,” she told him. “And I figured that an older man could handle it better than younger guys.”

  “Well, how have the younger guys handled it?” Samuel asked her curiously.

  “They couldn’t handle it,” she told him. “The good ones were scared away, thinking they had to marry me, and I could tell that the bad ones wanted to sneak me a few times before they moved on. But I didn’t want a bunch of one-night stands either. So I stopped dealing with all of them.”

  “And how many older guys have you been involved with?”

  “Only you. That’s why I wanted to give my all.”

  It sounded all so beautiful that Samuel didn’t believe he deserved it.

  “You mean to tell me, that everything you’ve been doing for me is brand new
?”

  “I thought you knew that already. You’ve been teaching me everything.”

  Samuel realized he had been teaching her a few things, but he figured it was only how to please him specifically and not how to please in general. But now everything made sense. The young woman was more open for him than he had ever imagined.

  He shook his head and grinned. “Damn,” he uttered. He viewed himself as a dirty old man who had been turning out a young woman more than ever now. And Candice could sense the regret in him.

  She let out a sigh and asked, “Is this gonna change how you feel about me now? Because I would hate for that to happen. I feel so comfortable with you. I mean, you really take your time with me, and I feel like I could learn a lot from you.”

  But the more she talked and opened herself up to him, the more Samuel felt like running away from her. He didn’t want all of that sentimental shit on his mind with a young woman. He wanted to date and fuck without thinking about it. But knowing who Candice really was made him second guess his relationship with her. And he would honestly rather teach a young slut to fuck than an angel. A man could rationalize turning out a slut a lot easier. But an angel?

  “You still gotta get up early for school tomorrow?” he asked, changing the subject. He wanted to get rid of her so he could clear his mind without her being next to him.

  “I do, but…I could stay if you really want me to. I could get up at five o’clock in the morning to go home and change then.”

  “So, you still live at home?” he asked her nervously. Had she been lying to her parents every time she came over his place? Hell, she was still a grown-ass woman.

  “No, I have a roommate. It’s my cousin, actually. And she’s cool. She knows what I’m going through.”

  “Does she know about me?”

  Candice smiled. “I mean, not about every detail. But she does knows.”

  He began to wonder if her cousin was a church freak as well, and he quickly fantasized about a holy threesome before he shook the devilish thoughts out of his mind.