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about her work, flirting with customers, playing the waitress, while
all those men were ignorant of who Candy really was.
    Bob had a love-hate relationship with
the idea of Candy and other men. A deep-seated part of him wanted to keep her
completely for himself, pure, childlike, innocent and completely his, but
images of her blowing other guys kept haunting him. He pictured her hooking up
with a customer at the bar, taking him into the back room and pulling down her
ruffled pantalets so he could fuck her. The thought enraged and aroused him.
    His conflicting feelings made him grow
a bit short with Candy for no good reason and one evening she confronted him
about it in her own unique way.
    Bob arrived home from a frustrating
day of work to find his girl waiting for him dressed in a Shirley Temple style
dress with layered petticoats that made it puff out all around her. Her lovely
legs were naked but for a pair of white anklets, and her patent leather shoes
gleamed. Candy had dressed her normally straight hair into a multitude of
sausage thick ringlets that tumbled in wild profusion around her delicate face.
The look was completed by a big bow gracing the side of her head and a red
sucker clutched in her hand.
    She met him at the front door to take
his briefcase and rose on her toes to give him a quick kiss that tasted of
cherries. “Daddy looks tired. Was work hard today?”
    “A little.”
    She grasped his hand and pulled him
over to the couch. “I have a fun game that will make you feel better. Sit
down.”
    Bob sat and Candy straddled his lap
while she loosened his tie and helped him remove his jacket. She rubbed her
crotch against his steadily growing erection and then acted as if she’d just
discovered the anomaly in his trousers. It was a game he never grew tired
of—her discovery and exploration of his genitals.
    “What’s this thing?” she prodded his
bulge then cupped her hand around it.
    “That’s part of Daddy’s body. Not for
little girls to touch.” He moved her hand away. Having her pester for more
information was part of the game.
    But tonight, Candy simply turned
around and sat on his lap facing away from him. Her abundant curls and the
floppy bow filled his vision.
    “Put your legs out straight and I’ll
show you my game,” she demanded.
    He obeyed, stretching his legs and
making an incline. Candy sat on his lap, scraping her bottom against his swollen
shaft as she pushed off and slid down his legs to the floor. Then she turned
and looked up at him from down on her knees. “See. You’re my slide.”
    Bob held his arms out for her so she
could climb back up and do it again. She dragged herself over him, inflicting
agony on his cock before sliding down his legs.
    Again she looked up at him but with a
frown this time. “You don’t make a very good slide.”
    He laughed, charmed as always by her
silly games. “Come here, sweetie. Let me cuddle you.”
    Once more she climbed on his lap, but
facing him and with her head nestled in the crook of his neck and shoulder. He
sat quietly rocking her for a while, letting the tension of the day leech away.
    Candy’s breath blew warm against his
neck. Her fingers toyed with the edge of his collar. “Want to tell me what’s
bothering you?” she asked, and her voice deepened to a womanly tenor. “I’ve
been feeling a vibe from you lately. Are you tired of this? Of me?”
    “No! Oh God, no.” He grasped her
shoulders and pushed her away so he could look into her face. “It’s just that
my work’s been stressful.”
    “And…” she prompted. “There’s
something more. Something to do with us. I can feel it.”
    He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “It’s
your work. I think about you there, getting hit on by guys and mistreated by
your manager, and I don’t like it. What I’d really like is to keep you here all
the time. Safe, protected and all mine. But we’ve only been seeing each other a
couple of weeks. It’s too soon to ask for that kind of