An interesting affair

"Okay, but you get that this isn't a real date? Right?"

"You don't have to keep saying that."

"I know how you think. How all **** guys like you think. You hear her teasing you, leading you on, and you think, maybe just maybe something might happen."

Sam had parked on the street minutes ago, and was still lecturing me.

"I'm not-"

"That's just who she is, okay? She can't turn it off. So don't read anything into it."

"I get it. I get it. The pup wants to protect its master."

She groaned like she was angry, but I could see the faint flushing of her cheeks. Still embarrassed that I knew her little secret. Good.

"Just keep your hands to yourself, and your eyes above the shoulders."

"I'll be good. Wouldn't want you to sniff out any trouble and have to come fetch me."

"Just get the fuck out of my car."

"Whatever. No need to bark orders at me." I slammed the door shut. Hurrying away from the car before she could run me down.

I walked down the plaza with shop fronts on either side. People going about their day, couples walking hand in hand together.

Candi waited for me at the center. Leaning against the towering statue of jagged shapes and obtuse geometry that surely symbolised one thing or another.

Despite the cool autumn breeze she'd dressed as lightly as ever. Red plaid skirt with loops of chain on the side, short enough that they only reached her mid thigh but low enough that the top of her fishnet stocking was visible above them. The crop top she wore looked like it was meant for a girl half her size, the tiny fabric covering barely half her overflowing tits and so tightly pressed into them it was obvious to any observer just how cold she was. The strings that held the top on her chest were strained to their limit, giving the impression that at any moment they could snap without warning.

All in all she looked jaw dropping, with her dark eyeliner and a more seductive deep red lipstick on today. The closer I got the more I found my heart beating. For all of Sam's warnings and threats I was definitely going to spend the whole night ogling her girlfriend.

"Somebody sure looks happy to see me." She pushed her chest forward. Stretching as she got off the statue, very intentionally letting her tits strain against the tiny top.

"You look...uhhhh."

"Beautiful? Jaw dropping?" She ran her hands over her body. Sliding then over her tits, wiggling her piercings over the top to 'adjust' them straight. "Ever so fuckable??"

"Gorgeous, I was going to say."

"Aww what a charmer." She laughed, then looked me up and down. "You look plain as anything. Did mommy dress you?"

"She insisted on it..."

"The black jeans are okay, if a little boring, but a white button up? Really?" She reached down my pants, hand right above my cock and pulled my shirt out. Undoing the tuck I had.

"I think I look dashing." I said. Trying not to blush from the simple physical contact.

"You look like a busboy." She finished untucking my shirt and grabbed my shoulders from behind. Pulling me against her chest and whispering into the back of my ear. "A cute bus boy I'd fuck in the bathrooms half way through his shift, but still..."

Holding me to her she pulled out her phone, aiming it towards us.

"Say cheese for mommy dearest." The flash blinded me before I could put on a smile.

"Perfect. That ought to keep them happy, now let's get going."

Her hand slipped down my shoulder and into mine. Holding my hand as she dragged me in the opposite direction of our restaurant.

"Wait, the restaurants that-"

"Pfftt, that can wait dude. We need to get you a better outfit."

"But the reservation is for-"

"Who cares." She turned back to me. Raised eyebrows. "If you're going to be my boyfriend I can't have you looking this bland."

"But I'm not though..." I watched her. Studying her expression. "Not really."

She bit her lip and pulled me closer. Until her face was an inch from mine.

"When opportunity slams its tits into you.... you grab hold of them and you dont let go."

With that she bounced back forward and kept pulling me onwards. Leaving me no more sure what it was she wanted to get out of all this.

"Do you like it?" Candi leaned forward over the table to see my reaction. Eyes sparkling from the reflection of the fairylights that dotted the rooftop seating area.

I swallowed hard. Taking it all in.

"Yeah, yeah I do." I said a little sheepishly. "I've never had a steak taste this good."

"That's because you've had nothing but charred dried up messes.''She stuffed forkfuls of her own steak into her mouth as she talked. Not a care at all for the decorum of the restaurant. "Medium rare I could get, but well done? Come on dude."

"That's just how I've always had them."

"And you've never thought to try something new? To not do what mommy tells you is good and right?"

"I'm doing something different now." I wiggled a piece of the rare stake on my fork.

"Only because a different mommy told you what to do." She purred the words. Timing them to make me almost **** on my food.

"Pardon me." A waiter, who dressed annoyingly close to how I had earlier, placed a bottle of champagne or wine on our table.

"Oh, we didn't-"

"Complements of our manager sir." He smiled and gave a half bow. "As congratulations for the engagement."

"Oh that's so wonderful." Candi said in an overdone posh accent. Lovingly staring at the fake diamond ring we picked up at a dollar shop. "Isn't that wonderful darling."

"Yes, uhh... very wonderful. Thank you." I nodded my head, trying my best to look and sound more mature.

"Have a won- lovely evening." He finished pouring our glasses and left us. Candi downing her cup in one go and then filling it to the brim.

I sipped at it and then spat it back into the glass. The sour taste lingering on my tongue.

"Don't get too drunk now darling." She drew the word out, playing up the act. "We'll need to make ourselves scarce before the bill arrives."

"I can't believe we got in looking like this."

Candi had spent the afternoon dragging me to different thrift stores and outlets to find an outfit for me. She made me try on more shirts in more styles than I'd ever worn before. Winding up with a baggy faded shirt for some band nobody was ever heard of, with some arm bands to 'stylise' it.

For just an afternoon shopping, it had actually been kinda fun. When Candi wasn't trying to mess with you or play weird mind games, she was pretty cool to hang out with.

"Men see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear. And they were too busy seeing my tits and hearing that sob story to realise we don't belong here."

I looked around the room, watching all the other patrons. They all looked so fancy, so important. Doctors, lawyers and politicians. All so sure of themselves.

"Speaking of things being out where they don't belong." She shuffled her chair closer to me. Leaning into my ear. "Have you ever fucked a girl in a bathroom before?"

The words sent shivers down my spine. Her eyes, confident and serious. If I took her hand now and dragged her off, I think she would actually do it.

She was right next to me. Begging me to take her... but...

"Why are you doing this?" I asked her. As genuinely as I could.

"Well, if I'm being honest with you." She put her fingers together. Looking away coyly. "I've never actually been fucked in a bathroom. Not a public one at least...:

"That's not what I'm asking."

"Did you even hear what I said about the tits of opportunity earlier? They're right here just take them."

"You're my sister's girlfriend!" I tried to hush my voice while keeping it harsh. "And she's a bitch sometimes but I, I can't-"

"You don't think she's into this?" Candi reached over me, taking my wine glass and swirling it around. "You've seen how freaky the slut gets, she's a total masochist. She gets off on this."

"So.... she knows about this?" I asked. Voice quiet. "How... how much does she know..."

"What, that you fingered her girlfriend? That I made you cum all over her panties?? That you wrapped your lips around hers while she slept???" She leaned in close as she spoke, getting closer and closer to my lips. Then right before she touched them she pulled away, and finished off my glass.

"No." She said. Wiping her mouth clean from the drink. "No she doesn't know shit."

"So how can you-"

"Because, she doesn't know shit!" Candi stopped herself from yelling at me. Cooling down and lowering her voice before continuing. "She's never known what she wants. I've had to tell her."

"Just like with me?" I muttered.

"The opposite." She leaned back, letting me take that in.

"You know what you want. I see that yearning inside you. You're not an innocent soul begging to be corrupted. You're as fucked up and twisted as I am." She moved forward, pushing her finger on my chest. "Deep down you know what you want, you just need to learn to accept it."

"I'm not at your level of crazy." I tried to sound tough, but her words were getting to me.

"You stayed up listening to us fuck all night." She stopped pushing her finger onto my chest and rested her palm on it.

"That wasn't a choice."

"You jumped right into that bed with your naked sister, no hesitation."

"I was sleep deprived.... and you'd been teasing me all night..." She grabbed hold of my shirt, pulling my face next to hers.

"You let me stroke your cock with my feet." She looked right at me. Wide eyes giving me an intense look. "Under the table with your entire family watching."

"You can't-"

"You're a sick and twisted man." She pulled me off my chair and onto her lap. Making out with me deep and passionately, silencing any more weak protests I had.

My heart was beating faster than I'd ever experienced. This was wrong, so wrong. But I couldn't stop myself from wanting more of it. Candi held me tightly to her body and I never wanted her to let go.

"Now..." She broke off the kiss. Letting our drool rub down her face.

"Get the fuck under the table before anyone sees you. I should update your sister on our date..."