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Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

makers anywhere around these parts. But watching her cogs turn in her head was entertaining enough for me. “Exactly.” I agreed with a nod. “What’s her name?” she asked, studying me. “I told you.” I said, crossing my arms. “No you didn’t.” she contested, “You said you met a baker that makes candy.” “Well, she could probably make some if she wanted to.” I figured aloud. “So wait. You met a baker whose name is Candy?” she guessed, having some doubts about it. “Yep,” I agreed, “her name is Candy.” She shook her head, not able to recall anyone named Candy. “What’s her last name?” she asked. “Here we go again.” I sighed, “I told you already.” “No you…” she started, “I’m done playing around. Is her name Candy Baker?” “Yes.” I affirmed with another nod. “I don’t like her.” she said hatefully. “What?” I asked in awe, “You haven’t even met her!” I complained. “You don’t know anything about her!” “She sounds like she belongs on the cover of a Hustler magazine.” she remarked, curling her nose. Giving it some thought, I had to agree, “She could probably make some money at it.” “Oh!” she huffed, moving out of my way. “You met a hussy and she gave you her number.” tossing her hands in the air. “And you’re dumb enough to call her!” “She’s not a hussy!” I argued, “She lives on a farm.” “It just gets better!” Julie laughed, “You met a farmer’s daughter… wait, was that the farmer you helped today?” “Yeah.” I replied. “Henry Baker.” stepping out of the tub. “So you saved his bacon and now his ... daughter wants yours.” she quipped, “Thanks kid, have some Candy!” she said in a deep voice, tossing quotation marks in the air. “Her full name is Candice and not another word about her name.” I fumed. “And if her dad knew I wanted to date her, he’d probably shoot me dead.” I huffed, wrapping the towel around my waist. “Oh, I can see a shotgun wedding in your future.” she said, rolling her eyes. “Crazy!” I yanked open the bathroom door, “Look, I just met her. You’ve got me waiting at a photo shoot at Hustler magazine for a girl that throws herself at every guy she meets and then being forced at gun point to marry her.” I seethed, “And I haven’t even called her yet!” and rolled my own eyes, “But I’m the one who’s crazy!” and slammed the door behind me. I headed for the fridge, and grabbed the last glass of milk out of the jug. If I lived on Henry’s farm, I would have an endless supply. But drinking too much milk wasn’t good for you, I know. I headed for my room and tossed the towel on the back of my chair when I got there. I grabbed my phone and headed to bed. Julie had me fuming, saying things about someone she knew nothing about. Ok, maybe I did think for a second that she was out teasing fifty guys. But it was only for a second. And teasing is only flirting. Heck, even I’ve done that. A knock on the door caused me to pause for a second. “Who is it?” I yelled. “It’s me.” Julie called. “Go to bed Julie.” I said; a bit annoyed at her. “I was just going to say…” she started but ...