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 Chapter Two

   *A night to remember, Dave is careful.  Candice gains some patients and
Dave gains a workload*



   The thin, soft, blue blanket was only wrapped around her for protection,
protection in the sense that she needed covering incase Coral awoke,
nothing more.  It was all I could do not to loose the blanket off her
shoulders.  Once I had taken that step tonight I would be unable to slow
the progression toward the natural end.  My solution was simple I would not
take that step, further, if she did I would not take that as an invitation
but a mistake of youth.

   "Candice this needs thought, you could no more learn all of this in one
night then you could the math you are taking." My hand still cupped the
firm breast through the blanket, my index finger coaxing the nipple to
remain erect.

   "Yes I know, but you'll teach me ok?" she sounded more hopeful then
demanding.

   "And if I do not, what then?" I needed to know if I still had a modicum
of control here.  If not I needed to get out cut my losses now and hope the
judge was lenient.  She probably had no clue just how much trouble I could
be in.

   "Then some guy I barely know, that knows little or nothing about how to
do this will.  And I am sure he'll get most of it wrong, but I'll muddle
through and learn what I can.  Sooner or later some cute teenager that I
think I am in love with will get to do this instead of someone who knows
what to do for real." She had thought this trough, in the span of two
hours, and had come up with the best argument.

   "So you have come to your decision then after all this deliberation, all
two hours of it?" I needed her to give this more thought or she might
change her mind.  All the while I had the nipple erect between my
forefinger and thumb.  I was rubbing her tummy with the other hand
imagining having her from behind, her hips rolling backward into my slow
thrusts.  I knew it was foolish, but the thoughts were like fire in an open
field.  A dry one.

   "You remember how boys were at your age right?" her voice took on one of
a scholar, teaching a class that was not receptive or listening; but I was,
and I knew she was right.

   "Yes," I had been one like fifteen minutes ago, or so it felt.  I went
through the thoughts I had when I was that age.  They weren't all that
different from now, except I was better at the dreaming now that I had seen
more of the female form.  "and I agree that the boys now will want much the
same thing I did, but if you love the person then it will be better for the
both of you." Big mistake.  Huge.

   "Are you saying you do not love me?" she seemed all at once sad.

   "Of course I do." Well said fool, see the trap step right up.

   "Well; I love you too.  So I guess that's what you just said right?" now
her voice was coy.  Yes right into the trap, that's where I had gone with a
righteous look on my face.

   Ok so score, one for her and zero for me.

   "Candice, we love each other in a different way then I was speaking of"
I was flustered and trying to gain back some of the lost ground.

   "Yep, so there will be a separation, so I can ask stuff and you can
teach stuff instead of just doing what feels good every time." She seemed
to be more then three steps ahead of me.

   Hold on, every time?  This implies more then one time or even a few
times, I wasn't even sure I had agreed to this at all.  I pondered this;
while stroking her rigid nipples.  Ok so I was already in this, But I could
back out after tonight and spend three years on probation and probably
fifteen in therapy.  Or, I could go on and just go right to hell once I
made jail for life.  She really was winning, and I think I wanted her too,
but she did have real answers, good thought out ones.

   "Tell you what" I finally said slowly "I'll think about it." There I'd
closed the topic.  She got up and bent down to get her clothes and took the
blanket off.  She placed the clothes and blanket on the end of the couch in
a neat pile.  Moving to the middle of the living room she pointed her left
leg out at an angle to her body, toe touching the ground and then spun
lightly around showing me her whole body.  The curve of her hip, the firm
breasts nipples erect, the slope of her neck the mussels in her thighs and
calves.  Calmly she crossed the short distance to the couch and slowly
pulled my head up and kissed my nose.

   "Ok but think fast" she whispered, and she flounced down the hall
humming, not caring if Coral woke.  The light went on in her room and she
closed the door.

   I was doomed.

   I considered all the options and weighed the pro's versus the few, but
truly painful, con's.  Long night, really long.

   The whole bottle of wine long.

   Once all was said and done I had my plan.  If she agreed then I'd have
to stick to my guns.  I was ready to do it, but I was hoping that she would
back off.  If she backed off and waited a few years, surely the time would
pass for the `Dave crush' and some lucky lad would taste her where I had
made the choice to pass.



   If not, well I'd burn that bridge when and if I got to it.  I hoped it
was a well built bridge, I intended to cross it.


   In flames if I had too.