A breakfast examination

Your growing arousal wakes you the following morning. Confused, you open your eyes...and come face to face with Candy!

She is lying next to you on the cold kitchen floor, one hand around your penis, gently pumping it and easing you to an erection. The moment she sees you are awake, Candy removes her hand and stands up, leaving you with a sense of frustration and a semi.

A semi that you struggle to contain as you scramble to your bare feet and for the first time see what Candy is wearing.

Her pajama shorts hug her cute butt and her breasts push against the material of her t-shirt, which was tight enough to show off her cheerleading muscles. As your gaze wanders down her legs to her bare feet, you bite your lip, drinking in the sight of her tanned, flawless skin, and longing to see the small part that remained covered.

"Boner boy, stop daydreaming," Candy says, and you realise with embarrassment that you are now fully erect. "Come on, we're having breakfast outside today."

You reluctantly shuffle out the back door and onto decking, dropping into a chair at the table. Your stomach rumbles as you gratefully accept the bowl of cereal Candy hands you, pleased to have a distraction.

The cool morning air and the cold of the metal chair had sent your naked body into shivers and your dick flaccid. Despite being skimpily dressed, Candy was showing no signs of feeling cold.

Candy chats about the latest school gossip, and you **** yourself to engage her in conversation, not wanting to appear rude. She was being suspiciously nice to you this morning, but you realised you should probably enjoy her friendliness while you could.

You also secretly harboured hopes that Candy was going to give you your clothes back and not go through with this hellish weekend, but your dreams are dashed moments later

"Good morning, Mrs Jones!" Candy stands up, waving to someone and beckoning them over.

You turn your head, and see in horror an elderly lady making her way through the gate and hobbling over to them.

"Good morning, Candy! How are you to-my, my, what have we here?"

"Mrs Jones, this is my friend Sam. Sam, come and say hello."

"H-hi," you mumble and smile weakly, your face becoming hot. You also question Candy's use of the word "friend."

"I said come and say hello," Candy repeats, in her element, as you sink lower in your chair.

"Yes, yes, let's have a look at you," Mrs Jones says eagerly. "It's not everyday you get to see a naked boy."

You push your chair back, shakily stand up and step away from the table. Candy is wearing a wicked grin as her neighbor looks you up and down.

"I knew it was a cold morning, I didn't know it was THAT cold," she teases.

"No, it's not that, Mrs Jones," Candy clarifies. "Sam just has a tiny penis."

"Such a shame. How do you pleasure a woman when you have so little?"

You somehow blush even redder. Your throat is dry and only rasping sounds escape your mouth.

"He doesn't," Candy interjected again. "He's a virgin, you see."

"Well that's hardly surprising," Mrs Jones reasons. "Although it looks like he's excited about something."

She points at you and glancing down, you see your dick begin to harden again.

"That'll probably be me," Candy laughed, tossing hair back. "He's obsessed with me, you see. But then most horny little virgins are."

"Well you are very pretty, Candy. So tell me, what's going on here?"

"Oh, I'm punishing Sam. He was going to leak some of my nudes online, so I thought I'd see how he likes being exposed to everyone."

Mrs Jones looks horrified. For one fleeting moment you think that she is going to take your side, but:

"And I thought he was such a nice young man. He deserves everything he gets. In fact-"

She leans over and whispers something in Candy's ear. The cheerleader smiles, leaving you nervous as to what was being discussed.

"Anyway, I'll leave you to it," Mrs Jones withdraws. "Just bear in mind what I said."

She turns to leave, but not before one final look back at you.

"I almost feel sorry for you."

"C-Candy," you manage to croak when you're finally alone again. "What did she say?"

Candy steps in front of you, studying your red ears and cheeks glistening with tears. She was so beautiful. Everything about her body was perfect. Your fingers once again itched to tear her flimsy clothes to pieces, to lay eyes on those breasts, to feel the curve of her butt. But you're too scared to move.

She runs a cold finger down your torso, smirking at your reaction. She places a vice like grip around your penis, which is once again fully erect.

"That's for me to know, Sam. And for you to find out."

Not relinquishing her grip, Candy drags you back into the house.