Candy Bar Surprise
This story contains sexually explicit scenes.
“Someone’s at the door!”
“What if they tell my mom?”
It had taken Gary four months, two weeks, and three hours to get Bonnie Peterson to show Gary her tits. And now he and Bonnie were seated on her couch, her buttons were released, her blouse was open, and Gary had seen the little pink bow at the middle of Bonnie’s bra. He was seconds from paradise and it was about to be ruined by one knock at the door.
“Please, Bonnie? Just one peek?”
She jumped up. “Uh-uh. Later.” She had her buttons refastened and was answering the door before the second knock.
Cheerleaders were selling candy bars. Gary daydreamed about Bonnie, and listened to the giggly girls enumerate the candy choices.
“Reese’s Cup ... ”
Mmm. Cup. Like the cups of Bonnie’s bra. Gary snatched the couch pillow to cover his hard-on.
“Almond Joy ... ”
Oh, god! The joy of finally seeing Bonnie’s boobs. He shoved the pillow harder against his lap.
“Mounds ... ”
Yes! Mounds of creamy, soft tit. He grabbed his crotch, willing his penis to stop swelling.
“Pay Day ... ”
Shit! The mother lode! Gary ran to the bathroom and jerked down his pants. Semen splattered the toilet seat and dribbled on his briefs. He quickly cleaned up and splashed his face with cold water.
When he walked out, the cheerleaders were gone. Bonnie was on the couch with her blouse completely buttoned.
“Did you buy a candy bar?” he asked.
Bonnie’s eyes dropped to Gary’s groin and Gary followed her gaze. A small wet spot was expanding over his khakis.
“Yeah, I bought a candy bar,” Bonnie put her hand over her mouth, hiding a grin. “A Snickers,” she said, and burst into a fit of giggles.
Copyright © 2003 by Desdmona.