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	The Candy Store
	by Ann Douglas

	Patrick Conner ran his hand across the well worn railing that
surrounded the  old house's wide veranda.  As president of Archer
and Sons, the construction and demolition company that his
grandfather, Thomas Archer, had founded, the forty-three year
old had an almost reverent appreciation for the care that had gone
into the construction of the Victorian era structure.

	"Damn shame," he said under his breath as he looked up at
the twenty-two room mansion, taking in the craftsmanship that
went into the outer walls as well.

	His company had won the contract to take the old building
down, making way for a mini-mall that the County Board had
approved.  The site was perfect, they had voted, just on the edge
of the county line and an easy drive from two other towns.  In his
heart he hated to be the one to tear the old lady down, but as the
old saying went, if they didn?t take it down, someone else would.
A clean demolition would give Archer and Sons the inside track on a
major portion of the construction contracts.

	A young man who looked like a younger version of himself
joined the salt and pepper haired man on the porch.  Like his
father and grandfather before him, Kevin Thomas Conner joined
the family business right out of school.  Currently, the
twenty-three year old was assigned to the demolition half of the
company.

	"We shouldn't have any problem knocking this old house into
a thousand pieces, Dad,"  Kevin said as he joined his father.  "I
figure a day to take it down, then maybe two to cart away all the
debris."

	"Sounds right,"  Patrick said in agreement with his son's
calculations.  Despite the much needed influx of cash this job was
going to bring, he wasn't approaching it with any measure of
enthusiasm.

	The lack of which hadn't gone unnoticed by his son who
inquired if there was something bothering him.  Patrick gave a
noncommittal answer, simply stating that it seemed a great waste
to trash away a building that such history to it.

	"Speaking of history,  I heard something really interesting
about this place,"  Kevin said, looking to lighten up his father's
mood.

	"What would that be?"  Patrick asked as he tried the front
door, only to find it locked.

	"I was talking to Mr. Cage down at the records hall and he
said that way back when, this place used to be a whorehouse,"
Kevin said with a grin.

	"You don't say,"  the elder Conner said with only a slight
interest.

	"Yeah, it was supposed to be pretty famous," Kevin
continued,  "They called it the Candy Store."

	"Well it must've been before my time,"  Patrick said as he
turned away from the door and looked out on the empty road.
"What time was that woman from the county office supposed to
meet us out here?"  he asked, changing the subject.

	"She should've been here by now,"  Kevin replied as he
checked his watch.  "Maybe she got stuck somewhere."

	"Well while we're waiting, why don't you take the truck and
get us a couple of coffees from the diner down the road."  Patrick
suggested.

	"Sure, Dad,"  Kevin said, "no problem.  I'll be right back."


	As his son's 4x4 headed down the road, Patrick's attention
turned back to the old house.  He looked into the empty building
through one of the windows.  In his memory, he could still see the
furniture that once filled the large empty room.

	"The Candy Store,"  Patrick laughed softly to himself,
remembering how easily he had tossed aside his son's use of that
name.  As if any young man his age who grew up in the tri-county
area hadn't heard of the famous landmark.

	His thoughts drifted back to July 15th, 1976, the day he
turned eighteen.  A day he would remember for a multitude of
reasons.  Memories which seemed as fresh as if they'd happened
only a few hours ago, and not a quarter century past.

				-=-=-

	Patrick Conner shuffled nervously as he waited for an
answer to the doorbell he'd just rung.  The dark haired teen had
been standing on the veranda almost ten minutes prior to that,
trying to summon the courage to ring that bell.  Now that he had, a
part of him was almost hoping that no one would come to the door.

	A foolish hope that immediately faded as the large oak door
swung open and a beautiful woman in a maid's outfit appeared in its
place.  A few inches shorter than Patrick's five seven, the
twenty-four year old had long blond hair tied back in a ponytail.  A
fact totally lost on the young man as his gaze concentrated instead
on the large bust that was barely concealed by the black and white
dress she wore.

	"May I help you?"  the young blond asked, taking in the
young man in the red T-shirt and bluejeans.

	"I ... I ... have an appointment,"  a visibly nervous Patrick
stuttered.

	"And whom shall I say is calling?"  she asked, holding back on
the swell of laughter that she felt forming deep within her.

	"Patrick Conner," he said as he regained most of his
composure.

	The expression on the young maid's face turned from simple
amusement to a knowing smile.  She opened the door wider and
invited Patrick inside.

	"Please have a seat and I'll let Lady Jacqueline know that
you are here,"  she said as she motioned to one of the padded
chairs that lined the entry hall.

	Taking the closest seat, Patrick watched the young woman
walk to the inner rooms. His eyes now fixed on the short black
skirt tightly wrapped around the blonde's ass, the young man had
to say that the receding view was as delightful as any other.

	The servant returned less than a minute later, now
accompanied by an older brunette wearing, despite the early
afternoon hour, a red evening dress with white trim.  With long
dark hair done up in an elaborate design, the forty-six year old
stood five-nine in her matching heels.

	"Lady Jacqueline, may I present Mr. Patrick Conner,"  the
girl said.

	"Thank you, Donna,"  the woman in red said in a rich English
accent as she gave the girl a name for Patrick to remember.  "I'll
take it from here."

	"Very good, Ma'am,"  Donna said as she again turned and
walked away.

	"So you're Billy Archer's nephew,"  Lady Jacqueline said.

	If Patrick had been impressed by Donna, he was totally
taken away by Lady Jacqueline.  Despite being two years older than
his mother, the owner of the Candy Store was an incredibly
striking woman.  Her low cut gown revealed a bust even more
impressive than Donna's, matched only by the contours of the rest
of her body.  Even her voice seemed to resonate sexuality, sending
a tremor through his young form.

	"... And I'm led to understand that today is your birthday, is
that correct?"  she added.

	"Yes, Ma'am,"  Patrick said.

	"Well, then this is a special day indeed,"  the brunette
smiled as she indicated that Patrick should follow her down the
corridor she had just come from.  "Your Uncle and I are old friends
so I didn't mind opening up a few hours early to give you his gift."

	Thomas Archer was his mother's older brother.  He was also
the man who introduced his sister to Kevin Alan Conner, a career
Army Officer and was the best man at their wedding.  In addition,
he was Patrick?s Godfather as well.

	After his father's death in Vietnam ten years ago, the
bachelor had stepped in to become a surrogate father.  At every
important moment in the young man's life, his Uncle Tom had been
there.  On his own eighteenth birthday some four decades before,
his father had covered the cost of a visit to the Candy Store.  Of
course back then, the Store had been run by the original Miss
Candy, a blond woman named Candice.

	Patrick followed the tall women into a large sitting room, the
center of which was filled with two large couches and several more
plush chairs.  Resting on those sofas and chairs were the reason
the house had become know as the Candy Store.

	"Ladies, I'd like you all to meet our guest for the
afternoon,"  Lady Jacqueline announced as she led Patrick into the
room.  "This is Patrick."

	The room filled with a lyrical chorus of greetings,
accompanied by the warmest of smiles.  There were nine of them in
all, of various ages and nationalities.

	"Patrick, may I introduce my girls," Lady Jacqueline said as
she moved to the center of the room.  As she said each girl's name,
she gave her young guest a few moments to get a good look at each
of them.

	First to be introduced was Varuni, a petite Indian girl
wearing a diaphanous  green sari.  She had soft brown skin and
Patrick could see both her dark nipples and even darker bush
through the translucent material.

	Next came Hannah, a tall Nordic blond with a lean, buff
athletic body.  Standing close to six feet, she was wearing the
skimpiest of bikinis, the top of which tightly outlined a pair of hard
nipples.

	Doubled up on the love seat were Monica Lee and Maura
Lynn.  Both were long haired brunettes who wore matching babydoll
outfits that highlighted rather than covered the supple forms
beneath them.  The two women seemed very into each other as
they stroked each other?s bodies and playfully shared a brief kiss.
It was explained to Patrick that normally there was an added
charge since the two women only saw callers as a pair, but in his
case it was all included in his gift if he chose the two of them.

	The introductions continued with Destiny, a short haired
redhead with small breasts but an attitude that just exuded
sexuality.  She was wearing a T-shirt thin enough to see there was
nothing more underneath.

	Isabella was a plump Spanish girl with large breasts and a
bottom to match.  Smiling at the young man as her name was called
out, she ran her tongue over her deep red lips in invitation.  She
also wore lingerie that left little to the imagination.

	With a look that could've belong to the girl next store, Faith
looked like she might've been in one of Patrick's classes in high
school.  Certainly the pigtailed brunette looked to be no older than
him.  Especially wearing a cheerleader's uniform from his old
school.  Well at least part of the uniform.

	Then there was Nariko, a short, slender Japanese girl with
long shiny black hair.  She wore a thin white silk robe that was left
open just enough for Patrick to see the slope of her small breasts
and one of her nipples.  The Asian girl certainly seemed to be the
youngest of the group.

	Last, but certainly not least, came Johari.  Her hair in a
thick Afro, the tall, powerfully built, black woman had a build that
certainly gave Hannah a run for her money.  Wearing only a pair of
cut off jeans, the coal skinned woman preferred to simply go
topless.  Her perfectly formed mounds were the finest of all the
girls Lady Jacqueline had presented.


	"Would you like a drink while you decide?"  the mistress of
the house asked as Donna reappeared in the doorway carrying a
tray with a champagne glass.

	"Thank you,"  Patrick said as he took the offered drink and
sipped it.  It was the first time he had ever tasted champagne.

	Leaving Patrick to make his decision, Lady Jacqueline turned
her attention to Donna and began to quietly discuss some matter
the maid had brought to her attention.  The young man's eyes kept
moving from one woman to the other, receiving in turn warm smiles
and the promise of even warmer delights if he should choose them.

	It was an unbelievable choice.  One that he wasn't sure he
could really make.  Nine beautiful women, one of who was going to
be the one to take his virginity.  He'd been going out with Gloria
Anderson since the middle of senior year yet in the last ten
minutes he'd seen more female flesh than he'd ever seen on her.

	"Well, Patrick, have we made a decision?"  Lady Jacqueline
asked as she finished her business with Donna.

	"It's really a hard choice,"  Patrick said, not being able to
think of anything else to say.

	"I can imagine,"  the older woman said as she moved over to
him.  "Perhaps if you told me some of the things you like I might
suggest someone.  Do you have some special fantasy?"

	"Well ... I ,,,"  Patrick started to say.

	"Isabella, for instance gives really great head I'm told,"  she
offered.  "While Faith loves anal sex.  As you've already seen,
Monica and Maura like to be with each other as well as their guest,
while Johari has a very dominant side to her. "

	The mention of the their names caused Patrick to glance in
each of their directions.  He pictured the Spanish girl with her big
lips wrapped around a cock, then tried to imagine the girl next door
with a cock up her ass.  It was exciting to think of being able to
see two girls make love, but he didn't even want to imagine what
being dominant meant.

	"Is there something special that you were looking for?"
Lady Jacqueline went on.  "Whatever it is, I'm sure we could take
care of it."

	"Actually, I've never really done much with a woman before,"
Patrick confessed in a voice too low for anyone but Lady Jacqueline
to hear.

	"Well that's never been a crime,"  she smiled.  "And I'm sure
whichever of my girls you pick would be very considerate of that.
Why don't you take a few more minutes to make up your mind."

	The brunette stepped away and passed behind each of the
girls, whispering something to each of them that Patrick couldn't
hear.  He could only guess that she was telling them that he was a
virgin.  The knowledge seemed to perk up some of their interest.

	Lady Jacqueline finally completed her circuit of the room,
coming back to Patrick's side.  She put her hand on his opposite
shoulder and gently asked him if he'd made up his mind.  The dark
haired teen took a last look at the nine women, then asked her
something she didn't expect.

	"Could I pick you?"  he said.

	"Me?"  Lady Jacqueline repeated in surprise.

	"I don't mean that there's anything wrong with the other
girls,"  Patrick quickly said, thinking he'd done something wrong.
"It's just that you asked if there was any special fantasy I had
and ..."

	"... and you fantasize about older women,"  she completed the
sentence for him.

	"Yes, I mean, not older but ..."

	"That's okay, I understand what you mean,"  the brunette
said, wondering what she should do about his request.

	It had been ten years since she'd seen a regular client, not
since taking over the operation of the house from Laura Lee, the
previous proprietor.  She had been one of Laura's best girls, the
proof of which was that she had been asked to take over when
Laura retired.  Just as Laura had been when Miss Candy decided to
call it quits.

	Not that she'd been celibate the last decade.  There were
still special guests that she sometimes entertained.  A very short
list that had included Thomas Archer.  Then also there had been
the nights she sometimes spent with one of her girls.  It was a
little known aspect of the Candy Store that they sometimes had
female clients as well.  Women who preferred the touch of their
own sex once in a while but couldn't afford to take the chance with
anyone in the community.

	Lady Jacqueline looked deep into Patrick's hazel eyes and
smiled.  He was rather cute and did remind her somewhat of his
uncle.  Furthermore, now that she thought about it, she
remembered his father as well.  Back when she was one of the
girls, Tom had brought his brother in law the weekend before he'd
shipped off to Vietnam.  She'd serviced both of them that night.
It had stuck in her memory because it was only a few weeks later
that Tom had come in totally plastered, spending the night crying
in her arms over the death of his friend.

	"How could I refuse a birthday wish?"  she said as she
smiled as she took his hand in hers.  "But there is one condition..."

	"Anything,"  an eager Patrick replied.

	"You call me Jackie,"  she grinned as she took him by he hand
and led him toward the stairs to the second floor and above.

  	Behind them, the girls whispered among themselves as some
of them returned to the activities that normally occupied their
afternoons.  The Candy Store usually didn't open for business until
after dark, but this had been a special occasion.


	Jackie's bedroom was on the third floor of the old mansion,
the only one on that level.  It was spacious and decorated with
furniture that dated back to when the house had first been built.
The centerpiece of which was the large bed that belonged to the
original owner of the post Civil War home.  Patrick wondered for a
moment how many men had shared that bed over the years, then
decided that really didn't matter.  What did matter was that it
was now his turn.

	"Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I take a
few minutes to freshen up,"  Jackie said as she led the young man
to the bed and sat him down on the thick comforter spread across
it.

	  Patrick watched the older woman step into the adjacent
bathroom and close the door behind her.  Then he began to undo
the laces of his sneakers.  This might've been his first time, but he
knew that comfortable meant naked.  Or at least he thought that
was what it meant.

	The dark haired teen had gotten down to his T-shirt and
briefs when the bathroom door opened again.  Stopping what he
was doing, he gave Jackie's reemergence his undivided attention.

	Gone was the sleek evening dress she'd been wearing,
replaced by a tight fitting satin robe that outlined every curve of
her body.  White with red trim, the wrap around had been a gift
many years before from a customer who brought it back from a
tour of the Far East.

	Jackie sat down next to Patrick on the edge of the bed in
such a way as to give him a clear look down her robe.  The reaction
within his shorts was instantaneous.

	"You're not nervous, are you?"  she asked with a broad smile.

	"No, of course not,"  Patrick lied.

	"Well you just relax,"  she relied, not believing him for a
second,  "and let Jackie take care of everything."

	With that, she leaned forward and kissed him softly on his
lips.  Kissing was definitely not something that professional girls
did with their clients, but Jackie viewed this as more as a favor
for a friend than a business arrangement. She gave his tongue the
lightest of caresses with her own as she pressed between his lips.

	"Why don't we get you out of this?"  she asked as she broke
the brief kiss

	Her hands glided upward and under his white undershirt,
caressing the smooth and lightly haired flesh beneath it.  The tips
of her fingers found his nipples and she urged them to their own
hardness.  Reversing direction, she brought her hands down and
this time grabbed the bottom of his garment.  With an upward
motion, she pulled it up and over his head.  One last time she ran
her hands down his smooth, lightly haired chest, tickling him as she
went and planting a quick kiss on each of his nipples.  As she did,
her tongue darted out and played with them as well.

	"Feels nice, doesn't it?"  she asked rhetorically.  "Why don't
you try it?"

	  Not giving Patrick time to think about it, Jackie took his
hand in hers and guided it beneath her robe, pressing it against her
ample mounds.  The feel of her warm flesh and hard, erect nipples
was enough to send an additional surge of excitement through his
body.

	Cupping her breast, the young man continued to play with it
until she again took hold and guided his hand to her other mound.
The sense of discovery didn't diminish the least in the repeat of
his previous actions.

	"Do you like that?"  Jackie asked.

	"Oh yes,"  Patrick replied, finally finding his voice.

	"Have you ever touched a girl like this before?"  the
brunette asked as she loosened her robe enough so that Patrick
could play with both of her breasts at once.

	There had been two girls in high school that Patrick had
gotten to second base with, Shirley Lane and Brenda Ann Mitchell.
Of the two, he really didn't think Brenda Ann counted since just
about every guy who even bought her a pizza and soda got at least
a quick feel.

	"Not like this,"  Patrick said diplomatically.

	"Well lets see if we can make it even better,"  Jackie
laughed.

	With that, she loosened her robe even further so that it fell
open, exposing her full bust.  Patrick's eyes went wide as he pulled
back his hands so he could take in Jackie's breasts in all their
splendor.  His eyes fixed on her large dark areola that capped each
mound.

	"You can kiss them if you want,"  Jackie said as she shifted
on the bed to bring the objects of his attention even closer.

	Patrick leaned forward and softly kissed the older woman's
left breast, his mouth closing around the thick stubs in the center.
A soft sigh of appreciation escaped the small gap in his mouth.  A
louder moan echoed from Jackie.  His technique was crude, but his
sense of appreciation was evident.

	With gentle hands, Jackie stroked the back of his head,
offering words of instruction and encouragement.  Proving himself
an eager student, Patrick quickly followed her suggestions, bringing
a longer and louder moan in response.

	Shifting his attention to her other large mound, Patrick did
an even better job there.  He closed his eyes for a few moments,
imagining that Jackie was one of those friends of his mother's
that he had spent so many nights fantasizing about.  Then he
opened them with the realization that there was little chance that
any of those fantasies would ever come true, but that the reality
of the here and now more than made up for it.

	Patrick reluctantly let go of Jackie's breasts as she pulled
back and climbed off the large bed to stand beside it.  Undoing the
sash around her waist totally, she let the white robe fall free and
down to the floor.  Clad now only in a pair of simple white panties,
the forty-six year old stood there for a long half minute to give
Patrick a chance to take a good look at her.

	Twice the age of most of the girls who worked for her,
Jackie had a still impressive body.  It wasn?t likely she'd ever be
mistaken for a twenty-five year or even a thirty-five year old for
that matter, but that wasn't what Patrick was looking for.  She
could see the mixture of appreciation and anticipation in the young
man's face as she moved back closer to him.

	Patrick was still sitting on the bed's edge as Jackie reached
out and ran her fingers across the visible bulge in his white cotton
briefs.  The soft touch of her hand sent a shiver of excitement
through Patrick?s body.  A sensation that quickly grew to a quake as
she rubbed her hand up and down his length, feeling it grow to it?s
full dimensions under her ministrations.

	Jackie smiled suggestively as she dropped down to her knees
and slid her hand under the waistband of his shorts.  Patrick was in
the middle of taking a deep breath when her fingers embraced the
hard maleness still hidden from view.  An action that cause him to
explosively expel that breath.

	With a broad smile on her face, the dark haired woman
pulled his cock free, continuing to gently stroke it as she did.  She
held it erect for a long moment, giving it the same sort of look over
that Patrick had given her a few minutes before.  Taking hold of
his shorts, she pulled them down and off.  Then she reached for a
small bowl of warm water that she had brought into the bedroom
with her and had previously set down on the night table.  From it,
she pulled a small blue cloth and a bar of soap.  With them, she
gently washed his most private parts.  An action that Patrick found
very erotic as well.

	?Not bad,?  Jackie said as she set aside her tools and
massaged the soft tip of the slender six inch shaft,  ?pretty nice in
fact.?

	Her simple comment meant the world to the eighteen year
old.  Like just about every other teenage boy at Roosevelt High, he
had stealthily checked out the other guys in his gym class.  For
most of them it wasn?t out of any sexual interest, just a desire to
see how they matched up against the others.  Patrick imaged that
girls probably did the same thing as far as breasts went.  Not that
he had anyone to ask about his theory.  Even if he did, he couldn?t
imagine that he would ever admit he had checked out someone
else?s cock.

	If Lady Jacqueline, who probably had seen more cocks than
he could imagine, said that he had a nice one, then he had nothing
to worry about.  It was so much what he wanted to hear, the idea
that she might say that to every man she was with never occurred
to him.  If it had, he might forever wonder if she was telling him
the truth.  Which in this case she was.

	?Very nice indeed,?  Jackie went on as she brought her head
down and gently blew on it.  ?If fact,?  she laughed,  ?I can honestly
say that it looks good enough to eat.?

	Whatever Patrick?s response might?ve been to her little joke
was quickly tossed aside by an almost inaudible gasp as Jackie
acted on her suggestion.  Her mouth closed around the tip she had
just blown on, continuing downward until his entire length was
within her.  His eyes opened wide as her head began to bob up and
down, her lips and tongue massaging his flesh as she moved.

	Previously, Patrick had considered himself lucky to get even
a hand job from any of the girls he?d dated, much less ever
imagining that one of them would ever take him in their mouth.
That was something that nice girls didn?t do, not even after you
were married.

	An opinion he?d based on a talk he?d once overheard between
his older brother and Uncle Tom.   Jim had come to his Uncle one
day for advice and didn?t realize that little brother was within
hearing.  And once he heard what the conversation was about,
Patrick wasn?t about to tell him.

	Evidently, big brother was having some marital problems. He
loved his wife, he told the older man, but her refusal to suck him
off was driving him crazy.  It wasn?t as if he was even asking her to
swallow, Patrick remembered his brother saying, he just wanted
her to go down on him a little.

	An activity that Patrick just couldn?t ever imagine his sister
in law, who was the daughter of a Minister, ever even considering,
much less doing.  Then again, sometimes it was hard for him to even
imagine Jim and Cora having sex at all, but obviously they did or
they wouldn?t already have three kids.

	Jackie?s skill in cocksucking and the rising sensations deep in
his loins quickly brought his attention back to the here and now.
Based on the incredible feelings spreading throughout his body, he
could well understand his brother?s disappointment in his wife?s
reluctance.  Before he banished all thoughts of them from his mind
during what he now figured was a pretty inappropriate time to be
thinking of them, Patrick made a quick promise to himself that he?d
never marry a woman who wouldn?t go down on him, as he?d heard
the two older men refer to it.

	?Oh fuck!?  Patrick exclaimed as Jackie increased her tempo
and he thought he explode any second.  Jerking off, or even having
a girl do it for him, had never felt anything like this.

	The dark haired teen had enough experience with his own
body to realize that he was just about on the verge of climaxing.
Normally, his only worry about this time was whether he had a
tissue or handkerchief handy to catch the mess.  This time, even
lost in rapture like he was, he still had enough clarity to realize
that his ejaculation was going to be in Jackie?s mouth.  From what
little he knew about blow jobs from overhearing other people talk
about them, he knew that even women who did such things didn?t
necessarily want you to come in their mouth.  He was wondered if
he should ask or say something when Jackie took the problem out
of his hands.  Or more precisely, out of her mouth.

	Sliding his cock free, Jackie wasted no time in replacing the
warm embrace of her mouth around his manhood with the soft
flesh of her large breasts.  Taking hold of each of them, she
pressed them together, engulfing his cock with their fullness.
Then she continued Patrick on the road to orgasm as she gave him
what he would later learn was called by those in the trade as a
titty-fuck.

	Whatever it was called, Patrick knew he had just discovered
something else to add to his list of skills the someday future Mrs.
Conner would have to possess.  Even more aware that he was about
to explode, he barely noticed his cock popping up and down from
deep within Jackie?s mounds.

	?Oh God!?  Patrick finally cried out as the last of his
restraint gave way and he climaxed.  An orgasm that he felt right
down to his toes.


	When he finally looked down an immeasurable amount of time
later, Patrick was shocked to see the amount of whiteness covering
Jackie?s breasts.  For a moment he was worried that she might be
angry that he?d come all over her, but as she had with so many
other things, she quickly put that notion to rest as well.

	Looking down at the whiteness as well, Jackie ran her index
finger across her flesh, covering it with a good amount of the thick
fluid.  She looked at it for a brief second, then slid her finger into
her mouth and quickly sucked it clean.  When she finally removed
it, not a trace of white remained.

	?See, I was right,?  she smiled,  ?good enough to eat.?

	Unsure what to say, least he break the magic of a moment
that he planned to remember the rest of his life, Patrick was
totally speechless.  Thankfully, Jackie was anything but.

	?Well, have you enjoyed yourself??  she asked as she again
picked up the washrag and wiped herself clean.

	?Oh yeah,?  Patrick said without thinking, a look of utter joy
on his face.

	A second later, that look started to fade as his thoughts
caught up with his emotions and he wondered if she was asking
that because his birthday present was over.  Maybe it only counted
that she got him off, not that he didn?t get laid.  If that was the
case, well he really didn?t have a complaint he told himself.  Then
he wondered how much a session actually cost and if he could sneak
that much out of his college account without his mother noticing.
The next time, he promised himself, he would make sure he held it
in until he could actually put it inside her.

	But Patrick didn?t need to worry, or raid his hard saved
college funds.  It was true that in some places, it didn?t matter how
long a session lasted.  Once you shot your load, it was all over.  If
you wanted another go at it, well that was another session and
another payment.  That, however, wasn?t the way things were done
here at the Candy Store.  You got every minute you paid for, and if
you happen to be unable to repeat a performance as some of the
older clientele were unable to do, well you could just spend the rest
of your time getting a massage or just resting in the arms of your
lady of the moment.  After all, this establishment had been taken
care of the needs of the gentlemen of three counties for more
than two generations and it had a reputation to uphold.

	?Why don?t your stretch out on the bed and I?ll give you a
little massage why you recharge your batteries,?  Jackie said as
she climbed onto the bed with Patrick.  ?I might even show you a
few things young ladies might appreciate you knowing in the
future.?


	Patrick did as he was told and stretched out on the length of
the bed on his stomach.  Jackie climbed over him, resting her
bended knees alongside his waist.  She told Patrick to close his
eyes and relax as she rested her hands on his shoulders and began
to rub his young muscles.

	Patrick could feel the strength in her hands as she worked
her way across his arms and then down his back.  He?d had
massages before, especially after he?d hurt his back in a football
game in school, but nothing like this.  Jackie reached his waist and
then moved back up again.  The second time downward, she brought
her hands down to his ass, manipulating the soft buns there and
then took care of his legs and feet as well.  Then she stretched out
her body over his, her breasts rubbing against the small of his
back and her still covered womanhood pressing against his ass.

	?Okay, turn over,? she said as she rolled off him.

	Patrick did so as Jackie massaged around his neck and then
worked her way across his chest.  The eighteen year old had very
little chest hair and very smooth skin, a fact that the older
brunette commented on as she rubbed her hands back and forth
across it.  Pressing her thumbs against the tips of his nipples, she
gave them special attention.

	Finally her attention moved once more below his belt and the
seemingly already reenergized manhood found there, already it was
standing at attention in response to her massage.  Jackie playfully
took it in hand and gave it a gentle tug, then slid her hands under it
and played with his balls as well.

	?It looks like your friend there is anxious to get started
again,?  Jackie said as she ran a single finger along the center of
his cock.

	?I guess so,?  Patrick replied, hoping he didn?t sound too
eager in his answer.  As much as he wanted to fuck the woman next
to him, he also wanted the experience to last as long as possible.

	?Well I?ll tell you what,?  Jackie said as she continued to
softly trace a line up and down his flesh.  ?It is after all your
birthday so I?ll let you make the choice.  If you want to just fuck,
that's what we?ll do and I promise I?ll make sure it?s something
that you remember the rest of your life.  But if you?re feeling a
little adventurous, I?ll show you something you might enjoy as well.
If nothing else, it might come in handy later on.?

	Patrick wasn?t sure where she was going with this but he
figured it had something to do with what she?d said earlier.  About
teaching him something that the women in his life might be
appreciative about.  Thinking he had nothing to lose and everything
to gain, Patrick of course said he?d like that.

	?Excellent,?  Jackie smile as she sat next to him, still playing
softly with his jewels.  ?Tell me, I know all boys like to talk to each
other about sex and a lot of it is about things they actually don?t
know the first thing about.  Have you and your friends ever talked
about cunnilingus??

	Patrick?s response was a totally blank look.  It took Jackie a
moment to realize that the word had absolutely no meaning to him
whatsoever.

	?Muff diving,?  Jackie said in way of explanation,  ?going
down on a girl, eating pussy.?

	A look of comprehension appeared on Patrick?s face as he
finally understood what she was talking about.  Only to be replaced
by another look that showed an unspoken negative reaction to the
suggestion.

	?I guess I could take that as an indication that you and your
friends don?t particularly care for that particular idea,?  Jackie
said in response to his silence.  ?And I?d be willing to bet that not
one of them have ever even tried it.?

	?Well, it?s just that it seems like such a nasty thing to do,?
Patrick said, echoing what had been the consensus of the one
discussion he and his buddies had once had on the subject.

	?As opposed to a girl taking your cock in her mouth??  Jackie
asked.  ?Don?t you think a young lady would look at that in pretty
much the same way?

	?I guess I never thought of it that way,?  Patrick admitted,
thinking how good it had felt when Jackie took his cock in her
mouth.

	?Well, don?t you think you should at least try something
before you so casually condemn it??  Jackie added.

	?I guess so,?  Patrick answered, not mentioning that his
thoughts had shifted back to that overheard conversation between
his brother and uncle about that very subject.

	?Have you ever offered to return to favor,?  Patrick
remembered his Uncle Tom asking of his brother.

	?Are you kidding,?  Jim Conner had immediately replied.
?That?ll be the day when I put my mouth down there.?

	As Patrick remembered it, his uncle didn?t had a response to
his brother?s reply, but the look on his face was one that the
younger Conner knew all to well.  It was one of disappointment.  He
had never understood the reason for that look until just now.

	?So, would you like to try it??  Jackie asked, taking note that
Patrick seemed to be away from it all for a second.

	?Yeah, I think I will,?  Patrick finally answered, thinking that
at least if he tried, his uncle wouldn?t have that same look if Jackie
told him how things went this afternoon.

	?Excellent,?  Jackie said once more.


	Jackie changed positions with Patrick and slid one of the
large oversized pillow under her backside, elevating the bottom of
her body.  Spreading her legs and arching her back, she took hold
of the sides of her panties and slid them off.  Laughing, she tossed
them to the young man who caught them in mid air.

	?Put those next to your clothes,?  Jackie said as she held
them for a moment.  ?You might want to keep them as a souvenir.?

	Thinking that was a pretty silly idea but not wanting to
offend Jackie, Patrick tossed them next to his own briefs.  If
anything, he could toss them in a trash can on the way home.


	Crawling between Jackie?s outstretched legs in response to
her silent invitation, Patrick got his first real look at the sex of a
woman.  His only previous view of the mysterious area was a few
grainy photographs in one of the magazines his older brother had
passed on to him.

	The eighteen year old found himself taking a hesitant sniff
as he got close, expecting it to smell like fish.  Or so the stories
he'd heard had said.  To his surprise, and relief, nothing could be
further from the truth.  If anything, it smelled as clean and fresh
as the rest of Jackie's body.  It seemed like the advice old Mrs.
Hardy in Health and Science Class kept drumming into them was
indeed true.  Personal hygiene did indeed make all the difference.

	Patrick glanced up at Jackie for a moment and while she still
hadn't said anything, her eyes had an "I'm waiting"  look to them.
Reaching out with an extended finger, he gently probed the inner
sanctum of the older woman's sexuality.  It was the second time
he'd had his finger in a woman, but the first time he had been able
to actually see what he was doing.  The previous encounter had
taken place in the dark back seat of an old battered Ford.

	Picking up the pace, he added a second finger and could feel
Jackie's body responding to his touch.  A response that jumped
dramatically as he finally steeled his nerve and replaced his fingers
with his tongue and mouth.  As his darting tongue moved in and out,
pressing against her sugar walls, Patrick quickly found that the
taste of a woman held it's own excitement.

	Jackie let him take his time adjusting to the new
experience, then began to guide his actions, offering both
direction and advice.  Soft moans and a gentle vibration that he
could feel in the flesh pressed against his face urged him onward.
It wasn't long before Patrick reached a point where he began to
wonder what all the fuss had been about in the first place.

	Really getting into what he was doing, and delighting in the
effect his actions were having on Jackie, Patrick was surprised
when he felt her hands gently lifting his face away from his prize.
It seemed like he had just gotten started, but in reality he had
been going down on her for over twenty minutes.  In that time he
had gained what would be a lifetime appreciation for the act of
cunnilingus.


	Jackie pulled his body on top of hers, reaching down as she
did and taking his cock in hand.  A broad smile filled her face as
she felt the full hardness of his shaft as she gentle massaged it
for a few seconds with her fingers.  Guiding it to the spot his
tongue had just vacated, she positioned it against the folds of her
pussy.  She let it go and moved her hands to Patrick's shoulders,
giving him a gentle urging to enter her.

	Not that the teenager need urging of any kind, gentle or
otherwise.  It was just that he wanted to savor what was
happening as long as possible.  The moment that he passed from
boyhood to manhood, or at least as he and his friends defined the
transition.

	A dizzying rush filled Patrick as he pressed his cock deep
within Jackie, feeling the walls of her womanhood close against him
as she drew him into her.  She lifted her legs and wrapped them
around him.  Once he was fully inside of her, she held him tight for
a long heartbeat, then relaxed her hold to allow him to pull back a
little.

	Back and forth, in and out, the no longer virginal teen moved,
increasing his pace with each new thrust.  Later on, he would try
and write down the emotions and sensations he was feeling, only to
find that words would fail him.  Yet, despite the inability to
adequately describe it, it was an event of which he would
remember every detail of for the rest of his life.

	Patrick's journey of bliss didn't last long, and Jackie hadn't
expected that it would. Such was the nature of young men in
situations such as this.  After a few minutes of excited effort, she
could feel his body begin to tense in such a way that experience
told her his climax was imminent.  She grabbed him tightly and
held on as his body began to quake.  A loud groan passed from his
lips as she felt his cock explode deep within her, filling her with a
wet warmness.

	Jackie continued to hold him tight against her as they lay in
her bed, enjoying the heat of his body even as she felt his manhood
slowly shrink and slip from within her.  She shifted their bodies so
that she could once more reach out to the night table and grab the
washcloth she had left there.  With a practiced hand, she wiped
the both of them clean before letting the cloth fall from her hand
to the floor.

	The deed done, Jackie was content to let him just lay with
her, savoring the experience.  Long silent minutes passed, until
Patrick finally emerged from the dreamy stupor he had drifted
into.  He looked up at the brown haired woman, the brightest of
smiles on his face.

	"Did I do okay?"  he asked in his most sincere tone.

	"Baby, you did just fine,"  Jackie replied as she bent down
and kissed him lightly on his lips.

				-=-=-

	"Baby, you did just fine."

	A quarter century later, Patrick could still hear the
accented voice of his first lover.  At times, he sometimes thought
he could still smell the scent of her perfume.  One thing was
certain, a month had hardly ever gone by that the memory of her
didn't pass through his thoughts.  Something that he considered
quite normal because he couldn?t imagine any man ever forgetting
their first time.

	He had gone off to college that fall, and it was there three
years later that he met the woman he would spend the next twenty
odd years with.  In the time between those two events, he had
occasion to visit the Candy Store only once.  A mid-summer visit
with some of his friends two years later to celebrate the first of
them turning twenty-one.  There had been another  change of
management at the old house and a woman Patrick didn't recognize
now ran the operation.  He'd spent the night with a very attractive
Chinese girl named Nancy, but it wasn't the same.  His decided
there and then that his second visit would be his last.

				-=-=-

	The rumble of his son's truck coming back up the road
interrupted the forty-three year old's memories.  He ran his hand
across the smooth door frame, then walked down the three steps
leading from the porch to the paved walkway.  As the truck grew
closer, he could see that his son wasn't alone.

	Kevin Conner brought his truck to a stop a few feet away
from where his father was standing.  The passenger door opened
first and a tall, very endowed redhead climbed down from it.  As
she brushed her hair back with her hand, Patrick couldn't help but
think that in another age, the young lady, who he knew was from
the county office, might have fit in quite nicely with the other
residents of the house behind him.

	"Better keep thoughts like that in check,"  Patrick reminded
himself.  "Women today tend to take rather strong objection to
the suggestion that they might sell their bodies.  Give them away,
yes, but definitely not sell."

	"Good morning, Miss Miller,"  Patrick said as he extended his
hand.  "I'm glad you were able to finally join us."

	"I'm afraid I have to apologize about that,"  the twenty-two
year old said.  ?My car had a flat and I discovered that I didn't
have a spare.  To top it all off, I'd forgotten to charge my cell
phone so I couldn't even call the Auto Club for help."

	"Well I'm sure we can help you out there,"  Patrick said.

	"I already called them from my phone, Dad,"  Kevin said as
he came around the truck.  "By the time we're done here they
should have the tire changed."

	"Good,"  Patrick said as he shifted his attention from his son
back to Miss Miller.  "I assume you've brought out the contracts
so we can get them signed and the job started?"

	"Actually, I'm afraid there's been a change of plans,"  Carol
Miller said in her most apologetic voice.

	"Change of plans?"  Patrick repeated.

	"They're not going to knock it down after all,"  Kevin
interrupted, repeating what had been shared with him on the short
drive back to the house.

	?What happened??  Patrick asked.

	?Do you know Wilbur Rogers??  Carol asked.

	?Is there anyone in the three counties who doesn?t??  Patrick
replied.

	?I guess not,?  Carol said.

	Wilbur Rogers had been a member of the Board longer than
any of the three were alive.  If anyone knew where all the bodies
were buried, it was Wilbur Rogers and when the old man wanted
something, it usually got done.

	"Well, Mr. Rogers managed to convince a majority of the
Board to locate the mini-mall a mile and a half down the road
instead,"  Carol explained.  "He also convinced them to pass a
resolution making the building a local historic site."

	"I'd have to agree with that,"  Patrick thought silently.

	"Some historic site,"  Kevin noted.  "If we don't knock this
thing down, I'd bet it comes down on it's own in a few years ."

	"Oh they considered that too,"  Carol went on.  "They're
going to allocate enough funds to completely renovate the place.
Mr. Rogers wants them to turn it into a Boy's Club."

	"A Boy's Club?"  Patrick said in surprise.

	"I know, it's pretty archaic,"  Carol said, thinking the older
man saw it in the same light as she did.  ?Mr. Rogers went so far as
to describe it as a place that turned boys into men.  Have you ever
heard of anything so silly??

	Patrick reserved comment but he liked the irony of the
Councilman?s statement.  Holding back his smile, he wondered if the
building?s savior had once been an afternoon guest himself.

	?You are of course free to put a bid in for that project too."
the young woman said as she realized that the older Conner hadn?t
been agreeing with her and shifted back to business mode.

	Patrick turned away from the two younger people and looked
up at the old house once more.  The words of the Councilman
resounded in his mind.

	"Might not be a bad thing to hang over the door when it's
finished,"  he said in a low voice.  "After all, that's what the place
has always been."

	A much lighter mood filled him when he turned back around
than the one he had when he arrived this morning.  The smile on his
face had finally broken through.  He stepped toward his son's
truck and invited Miss Miller to get in between them.

	"You know, Kevin, suddenly I'm as hungry as a horse,"  he
said as they pulled away from the house.  "What say while we wait
for the Auto Club, we all go down to the diner and have a big
breakfast on me.  You're welcome to join us of course, Miss Miller."

	"Why thank you, Mr. Conner,"  Carol said,  "and I'm glad
you're not too upset about losing the demolition contract."

	"I learned long ago not to get upset over things you can't
change,"  Patrick laughed.  "We'll just have to make sure we put in
a good bid on the renovation."

	As they headed down the road, Kevin couldn't help but note
that it had been a long time since he'd seen his father in this good
a mood.  It was if he'd suddenly been transformed into a kid in a
candy store.

END

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