The Situationship

Niall had a look of pure infatuation written on his face, “Hi Candace, I was hopin’ to run into ya. We’ve been missin’ ya in yoga class.”

Niall spoke with an accent, but it almost sounded like American English. I could not be sure of where he was from by his intonation alone, but if he was Irish, then the stereotypical accent did not align with the preconception back home.

Candace grabbed my bicep with both hands and hugged me, “Hopefully, I’ll see ya real soon, but my boyfriend and I gotta go somewhere.”

Niall looked like someone punched him in the gut after Candace spoke. My RA pulled me away from the scene of this quite brutal hit-and-run without so much as a goodbye.

“What was that—-”

“Jus’ wait ’til we get furtha away,” Candace kept tugging on me to walk away.

We strutted away at a breakneck pace before Candace looked behind her to see if the coast was clear, “I hooked up with that guy, and all I wanted was a one-night stand, but he’s looking for something more. I’ve been trying to avoid him, but I guess not well enough.”

“Wow, Miss Prude had casual sex and is a heartbreaker,” I cannot help but brag sardonically since Candace had been less than pleased with me on the train ride here.

Candace stopped in place, yanking me by the arm to a standstill. She looked me in the eye, “Look, I am no prude or anything, but you gotta back off a bit. I can’t have you getting too cozy with me, or I’ll end up getting sacked. I mean, I need this free housing badly. You do realize Dublin is like the tenth most expensive city in the world, right?”

“So your main problem with me calling you hot is that you are my RA?”

Candace refused to answer and just walked away without a single word uttered in response. After following her to the shore, we were basically the only people here at this time. And I noticed that the tide was low since there seemed to be stone steps going all the way down, but a much shorter metal ladder to get into the water on a different section of the beach.

Candace approached this makeshift shack by the stairway, “Hey, don’t go checking me out while I’m changing, okay?”

I did not even acknowledge that with a response since I came in my swim trunks, fully prepared, while someone else obviously did not.

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yes, I heard you! I will just wait over here for you since I came in my gear.”

Not long later, Candace greeted me in a flowery one-piece with her drawstring bag slung around her back. I had to admit she was a sight in that outfit. She might not be toned from weightlifting, but her body still showed plenty. And it was an all-natural kind of appeal. I tossed my shirt to the ground, and Candace left her bag next to my shirt, “ya ready to jump in?”

We both looked down at the water and saw it was only about a 7-foot drop to the water. It looked safe enough to jump in, but Candace still grabbed my hand and locked eyes with me before we got a running start and cannonballed as far away from the wall as possible.

As my feet hit the water, I felt a surge of frigid water course through my veins. Once fully submerged in the salt water, I could feel the sliminess of the sodium surrounding me. I began to tread water as I emerged above the surface at the same time as Candace.

“Pretty refreshing, huh?”

“Holy shit, it’s cold. How long do you stay in here?”

“Only ’bout five minutes,” Candace was already shaking.

“It looks like it is already getting to you.”

“Mind your own business,” Candace’s eyes dared me to challenge her again.

I locked my eyes onto hers, unflinching, unwavering. As my gaze lingered, a change came over her, a paleness creeping into her skin that only accentuated the ethereal beauty of her pale blue eyes and sandy tresses, now transformed into platinum strands under the spell of her complexion. A sudden realization dawned on me – this woman was no mere mortal. She was a vision, a Hollywood starlet, a reincarnation of a young Jodie Foster or Helen Hunt.

But before I could bask any longer in her radiance, Candace disrupted my trance by swimming over to the steps. “Ya comin’?” she called out, breaking my daydream.

I followed her out of the icy waters, the chill in the air seeping into my bones. Candace leveled me with a skeptical gaze as I scrambled to throw my shirt back on. “Did ya not think to bring a towel?” she queried, her voice dripping with incredulity.

“No, I had no idea what we were coming here for.”

Candace rolled her eyes, “Didn’t ya think to bring a towel when I asked ya to wear swim trunks?”

“Clearly not,” I was almost as cold as Candace had looked in the water.

“I guess we don’t have time for me to change. Let’s head back to the house before ya get too cold.”

We jogged back to the station and hopped on the first train back to Ballsbridge. The AC on the train hardly helped on the way back. The summer heat in Ireland, or lack thereof, was not what I was accustomed to back home. And while there had been high global warming-related temperatures, those had all subsided before my plane landed. Now, Ireland was in its typical temperate season drawl.

We shivered a bit the whole way home. While we were in no mortal danger, there was plenty of discomfort. Candace shared her towel with me, but it was not able to absorb the moisture of two people. We were so soaked we could not even sit down on the ride home without leaving a puddle in our stead.

The second the train pulled into the station, we were off to the races and made it home faster than a lightning bolt. We busted through the door, and Candace brought me into the dining area. She pointed to a door at the edge of the space, “That’s the only shower in this house with hot water.”

“Then how do you want to do this? You or I first?:

“How about we share it? There’s only enough hot water for one of us anyway.”

“Really? What about the others living here?”

“They should all be out with James. Get in there before I change my mind.”

I did not need to be asked twice. I started stripping down to my birthday suit, and Candace did the same as we stumbled into a bathroom the size of a janitor’s closet. There was barely any room for our clothes, let alone for us to get in the shower, but Candace was adamant. We got under the nozzle, and the spray was like bathing in ambrosia. The heat that had been robbed from my body returned. I was no longer focusing on my body convulsing, which freed me to check out Candace.

While Candace was the closest to the downpour, I could see that most of the water splashing on her was rebounding from my chest down to her meek frame. Yet, this instinctively made her stare up at me with these doe eyes pleading for me to take advantage of my luck. I inspected her from head to toe and saw that the form I had caught sight of on the beach was even more glorious bare.

Clothing did not do a woman like Candace any favors. While she did not have the definition of the girls at the gym or prancing around on social media, she was All-American. She was the girl next door with a brain to boot. And before I knew it, the images in my mind spread to my body.

Candace glared down, “You are actually kinda big.”

“What happened to ‘keep it professional’?”

“We are way past that. Just try to keep your mouth shut.”

My RA’s hand rubbed my erect cock from tip to balls, deliberating over every inch.

“Ya know, there is another study on semen?”

“Oh really? I know how big you are on studies.”

“They say it’s a natural anti-depressant.”

“Do they now?”

“I am not gonna argue with the experts. How about you?” I gestured in response to her, “So, are ya clean?”

“Clean?”

“Do ya have any STDs or STIs I should know about?”

I paused, embarrassed by this next admission, “I am a virgin, actually.”

“Well, Jack, how would you like to get your first blowjob then?”

I just nodded as Candace sank to her knees before me. Her hands gave me a few enthusiastic pumps causing me to writhe in her hand. After she licked me from taint to tip, I felt a shiver of pleasure run through my core. This was what sex was like, and I loved it.

Candace wrapped her lips around my bell end, making eye contact with me as she did it. My heart skipped a beat as I pictured myself fucking that gorgeous face, but I refrained from being aggressive. Something told me from our earlier conversations that Candace was not going to dig me being anything other than a passenger in this experience. So I stood there and enjoyed as her tongue flicked my tip, her lips sucked me tight, and her mouth bobbed up then down.

I would have liked to say I lasted awhile, but since this was my first sexual interaction before even kissing, I had no such fortune. I was blowing globs into her mouth a minute after she got her face eye level with my private parts.

Candace stood up and opened her mouth to show my spunk on her tongue. Then, like a patient taking their medication, she opened her mouth to show me she had swallowed. She shut the water off after that and got out of the shower. We grabbed towels off the racks to dry off, this time never suffering from the frigid water.

“By the way, ya might want to let a girl know before ya cum next time,” Candace grabbed her things and was out the door, buck naked.

I threw on my damp shirt and collected my stuff off the floor when I heard her call out, “Get dressed and be ready in ten. We are gonna get ya that phone.”

Candace seemed dead set on ignoring our minor transgression from here on out. While I would have liked to continue a relationship like this, I knew this was not someone who would put their future in jeopardy for a hookup. Niall proved that more than anyone.