Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide

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Free Erotic Stories: Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 1

Author: Cynthiia23

“Mom, I think I need a new tutor.”

Melanie perked up. It was unusual for her stepdaughter Candace to be so nervous, or to qualify a statement with ‘I think.’ The beautiful young blond’s brows were knitted together.

“Who needs replaced?” Mel knew the teenage girl to be smarter than all her tutors, and trusted her evaluations, and she only had three now that she was in the local university’s accelerated study program.

“Oh, none. I think I need a new kind of tutor, Mom. Someone to teach me about…boys. Men. And stuff.”

“Ohh. I see. Sex Ed with the biology tutor wasn’t quite enough, I take it?”

Candy smiled shyly at her mom, thinking of Ms. Robinson, the nervous retired cellular biologist. “Not quite.”

“And HBO and the internet haven’t filled in the rest?”

Now the young girl laughed. “It’s the part between Ms. Robinson’s theory and Skin-emax’s applications that I think I’m missing. Someday, I may even get to go on a date.”

“I am so sorry, Candy. I should have thought of this. You’re so smart. I usually don’t have to suggest additions to your curricula. Just trim things when you add to much.

“Let me give this some thought. A beautiful girl like you should not be in the dark on this stuff. No girl should. Would you mind if we involved your Aunt Marguerite?”

Candace shook her head before grinning. “Aunt Mar would be perfect. I have an idea she knows all about that in between part I’m missing.”

“Girl, you have no idea how right you are. Hugs.”

The two hugged warmly. An observer would immediately notice how similar the two appeared. Mel was more toned and slightly shorter then her stepdaughter, but both were slender with blue eyes and straight blond hair over their shoulders, with bright friendly smiles they were quick to share.

“Just walk the gardens with her and be a boy. A nice boy. She hasn’t been around many and they make her nervous. Just be a good.”

Valentine Harrison Caldwell was nineteen, visiting home from school. He was taking a post-graduate year at a private school in Massachusetts with an elite lacrosse program. The natural athlete who had only picked up the sport two years ago hoped the extra attention and experience could land him a scholarship on a top college team.

His mom Melanie had married James Caldwell, venture capitalist and widowed father, when Val was in elementary school. His new stepsister, Candace, was a year younger and homeschooled. Some kind of genius.

James traveled incessantly. Besides making a good impression socially, his primary requirement in a stepmother to his child being to oversee Candy’s legion of tutors. So Valentine had the run of an immense country estate in upstate New York, about an hour by train into the City. He attended the local public school’s, with substellar grades, while Candy stayed home, excelling.

Now he was nineteen, very much the big man on the small, brick-buildinged campus that listed Founding Fathers amongst it’s attendees, while Candace was eighteen and excelling at an accelerated program at the nearby SUNY with offers to transfer to either Columbia or Yale if James would approve her leaving home.

Val hardly knew his stepfather, a serious, no nonsense man with a pronounced limp. A car accident had left him broken and Candy’s mother dead. James had immersed himself in his work, saying he was providing for his daughter’s future, and in creating a protective cocoon around her, his only living memory of the wife he blamed himself for killing.

When he did spend time at the estate, he seemed consumed with the details and perfection of the sprawling, formal landscaping. As though exerting his control over the yard might help ease the fear of being out of control that had haunted him since the wreck.

Never cruel or mean, Val just found him cold, uninterested beyond a flickering cocktail-party attention. James usually stayed at their Upper East apartment when ‘home’ in New York. He detested trains, and the drive bothered his leg. So, until Valentine left for boarding school this fall, he had typically shared the vast estate with his mother Melanie and Candace, plus the assorted tutors and gardeners, cleaning and maintenance staff. He and Candy saw far more of his mom’s best friend, ‘Aunt’ Marguerite, growing up than they did of her father, James.

Candy was the best a stepsister could be. Smart, pretty and blond, she had none of the catty ‘friends’ that would have made her unbearably popular in a school setting. Instead, Valentine was her playmate and source of childhood social life. Candy adored her father, sure he wanted only the best for her, while he sheltered her from much of her own childhood. Her older, freer brother was her window on the world of kids.

Unless he was doing sports after school, Val usually got home about when her last tutor was leaving. Almost always, unless the weather was prohibitive, the two would walk the long loops of the garden paths together, while Val told her about school that day. Being outside, away from Mom and the echoey halls of the massive house, he could use the language the kids did at school. She loved the stories of the kids in trouble, the arguments and altercations.

Funny that Melanie would ask him to walk with Candy now, as soon as she’d picked him up at the train station. He was sure they would have taken a stroll as matter of course without Mom’s suggestion. And being a nice boy shouldn’t be too hard.

“How’s college, Brainiac?”

They had teased each other about this before.

“Classes are good, people are confusing, gym rat.” She teased him about being a high school athletic superstar whenever he kidded her for being an advanced academic one.

“What people?”

“Mainly boys.” She blushed. “Dad didn’t let me date, go to prom, anything. Even my first kiss was awful.”

“How awful could it be?” Valentine was certain there was a connection between his Mom’s suggested ‘boy’ walk and the current conversation.

“My Economics professor asked me to come to his office. He complimented me on a paper, complimented me on my sweater, then stuck his tongue down my throat and grabbed my…tit. I pushed him away and ran out, crying.”

“That sucks.”

“No, he just jammed the tongue in there, no sucking.”

He looked at her, saw the twinkle in her eye. They both laughed.

“How about your second kiss, was it better?”

She was quiet, then whispered, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…haven’t had a second kiss yet. I’m kinda scared after the last one.”

“Would you like to?” He stopped their slow stroll through the maze. He said it as though casually curious, not at all making a personal offer, looking not at her but at a bench placed to take advantage of a particularly pleasant view, then beckoned her with a flourish to a seat. She sat.

“Would I like to have a second kiss? Not if they’re all like the first one.” she gazed into the distance. He sat beside her, studying her face as she stared off. “I guess what I’d really like is a new first kiss. A nice one.”

“You know, just because Professor Perv stuck his tongue in your mouth doesn’t make it your first kiss. Did you kiss him?”

She shook her head, still looking out over the immaculate landscape. She thought how her father had become manic about it since the accident that left him widowed and limping.

“I think I kinda wanted to. But then he grabbed me like that and I ran.”

“Well, there’s the simple solution: you didn’t kiss him. Ergo that was officially not your first kiss. That was easy.” He turned his gaze out over the view, stretched his legs out before crossing his ankles and reclined with his fingers entwined behind his head: a job well done.

Finally, she turned to look at him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her fine straight blond hair swing around to frame her face. “I like that idea. Thank you.”

When he turned back to her, her eyes were bright. Once she was sure she had his attention, she pouted, her lower lip stuck out in the way that always got what she wanted from Daddy.

“What?” He had no choice but to ask when the beautiful, charming girl gave him that look. The look demanded the recipient at least attempt to fix anything for her.

“Now I’ve never even been kissed.”

“Would you like to?” He repeated his earlier question, though the meaning had changed. She blushed bright red, realizing what he was asking. She found herself unable to answer, except for the unconscious parting of her soft lips.

Valentine leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers, holding the contact briefly. The sensation on her lips was so tender, she didn’t tense up at all. She felt a sense of loss when he pulled back, but that vanished when he renewed the kiss, catching her full upper lip between both of his.

She made a soft cooing sound before pressing toward him, kissing him back. Knowing her past experience, he only brushed the soft tip of his tongue along the lower edge of her luscious upper lip, tracing the perfect Cupid’s bow line.

Her cooing became noticeably louder, then she giggled. He withdrew from the kiss, but stayed close enough to lightly rub the tip of his nose along her cute little upturned one.

His voice sounded like it came from deep in his chest as he whispered, “What?”

The hand holding her chin moved back to stroke the back of her head, feeling her silky blond hair.

“Nothing. Sorry. I thought ‘So that’s what the tongue is supposed to do’ and it made me laugh.”

“That is one thing, but there’s a lot more it’s supposed to do too.” He couldn’t hide his grin, thinking about some of the other things his tongue could do with this innocent beauty. He felt a stirring below his belt.

“Like what?” Her question sounded throaty, then she pushed her lips back up against his.