EYE CANDY - Chapter 19: The Fountain of Humanity
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Danny and Candy climbed the stairs to her home.
Once they were inside, Candy closed the door and grabbed Danny. She curled her arms around his neck, pressed her lips to his, and slid her tongue into his mouth.
After a moment of surprise, Danny recovered and reciprocated. He wrapped his arms around Candy’s body, and opened his mouth to her.
Candy backed him up, crossing the floor to the sofa, where she pushed him down and climbed on top of him.
“I have to admit,” said Candy, planting kisses on Danny’s lips, “those pleasurebots . . . turned me on. Another couple of minutes . . . and I would have had an orgasm.”
“Maybe we ought to go back and . . . pick one up.”
Candy sat up, her legs straddling Danny’s hips. “You have a million-five lying around?”
“Not liquid. I usually tie my money up as quickly as possible, so I don’t spend it.”
“You want to tie me up?” Candy grabbed Danny’s wrists and pinned his arms to the sofa. “Or I can tie you up.”
Danny tried to lift his arms and couldn’t, not without a sincere effort. “You are surprisingly strong.”
“I used to be a gymnast. In high school I held the record for the most pull-ups, boys included.”
“How many did you do?”
“Forty-seven.”
“I bet the boys loved that.”
“Some did. Some didn’t. But too bad for them. Either put up or shut up. Or in this case, pull up.”
Danny gathered his strength and in one fluid movement, lifted his arms from the sofa and sat up.
Candy’s eyes widened and she smiled as Danny overpowered her.
“I’ve always thought strong women are sexy,” he said. “When I was about twelve, I had a fantasy of being kidnapped by a tribe of Amazon women and being taken to their luxurious jungle palace to be used as a sex slave for my sperm.”
Candy laughed. “I’m not sure if I qualify as an Amazon warrior, but I think I can oblige the rest.”
Danny’s eyes widened as Candy deftly unfastened his belt and the button of his pants, then lowered his zipper. She grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled, just as she had done to the male pleasurebot. She reached down with her other hand and took hold of him.
“Wow,” said Candy. “It’s. . .wow.”
“If you say so.”
Candy’s grip was warm and soft and firm.
Danny’s eyes rolled back in his head and his head listed to one side, with his mouth half open in a slack grin. She began stroking the length of him. Candy punctuated every few strokes with a gentle squeeze. With every squeeze, Danny moaned and exhaled, partly against his own will and partly because he was floating somewhere outside of his own bodily awareness. Yet at the same time he was intently focused on the sensations of his body, of Candy’s hand caressing him, the smell of her hair and her perfume intoxicating him as his respiration increased.
He felt the release approaching, building and rising inside him, and he wondered if he should delay it, wondered if he should prolong it, or perhaps turn the tables on Candy, or perhaps carry her into the bedroom.
Candy’s voice was breathy and soft, “Keep going.”
Candy’s urging that he let it happen combined with the desire in her voice.
With half a dozen strokes more, Danny erupted. Both hands curled into fists, his toes curled inside his shoes, his teeth clenched down hard, and the muscles of his chest and abdomen and legs contracted with such force that he was distantly aware of Candy being lifted up several inches as his body stiffened.
Somewhere far away yet close and intimate, he heard Candy moaning and breathing heavily as she watched his release, controlling him with her hands, seeing it through to the very end. An end which didn’t seem to be approaching. Danny cried out. The pleasure was so intense and prolonged that half of him remained lost in it while the other half was becoming steadily more aware of its unprecedented perfection.
At last the ecstasy began to wane. Candy continued to stroke him, and Danny went with it, going wherever it may lead. His body shuddered with aftershocks, small seizures of delight rolling through him, steady in their subsiding, until he knew he was, in every sense of the word, spent.
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Danny lifted his head, opened his eyes, and looked at Candy.
Candy leaned slowly forward and, with her eyes open all the while, kissed his lips. Softly. She then pulled back. “Wow.”
“You can say that again.”
“Wow.”
“I’m the one who should be saying ‘Wow’. Where did you learn to do that?”
“Do what?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my entire life. Not even when I was fifteen and could masturbate four times in one hour just from watching female aerobicise on television.”
“I just did what I thought you would like.” Candy smiled. She looked down at her hands. “It’s a lot.” She looked up and their eyes met, and her smile widened. “It’s a lot.”
Danny looked down. “Wow, that is a lot.”
“How many sperm is it per ejaculation?”
“I’ve read different numbers, but somewhere around two hundred million.”
“Wow. That’s half the population of the United States.”
“That’s true.”
“You know,” said Candy, “Cleopatra used to rub semen on her skin, especially on her face.”
“Was she into that sort of thing?”
“She believed it was the ultimate anti-aging tonic, that it was the best way to fight wrinkles.”
Danny fixed Candy with a steady look. “Candy, are you going to rub my semen on your face?”
Candy’s head tilted to one side. She smiled. “No, I’m going to rub it on your face.”
They moved at the same time. Candy’s hands came up and for a moment Danny registered the wet shine on them. He caught Candy’s wrists in his hands and fought to hold them steady and away from his face. Slowly Candy’s semen-covered hands were approaching his face.
“My God you are strong,” Danny grunted. He tried to exert more force without hurting Candy’s wrists.
“I told you,” Candy grunted, “years of gymnastics. Lots of weight-lifting.”
Candy’s right hand was within inches of Danny’s left cheek.
“No!”
“What’re you so afraid of? It’s your own stuff.”
“I can smell it.”
“Guys don’t like it yet women are expected to swallow it,” Candy grunted. “Talk about a double . . . standard.”
“Truce!” called Danny. “Truce?”
“Okay, truce. Sperm truce.”
Danny slowly relaxed. He kept his eyes on Candy, and on her hands. Candy gradually relaxed and withdrew her hands from Danny’s face.
The moment Danny released his grip on Candy’s wrists, she shouted, “Just kidding!” and splatted both wet hands firmly on his face, one hand on each cheek.
Danny didn’t move. He merely stared at Candy. “It’s cold.”
“Here, there’s some more on the back of my fingers.” She turned her hand over and wiped her fingers against his face. “We should probably get some on your forehead too.” She spread the clear fluid across his brow. “Can’t neglect the crow’s feet. And the laugh lines.” She spread it around his eyes, and on either side of his nose and mouth. “Just think of all the money you’ll save on plastic surgery.”
“That was a mean trick. You owe me a kiss. At the very least.”
“I can live with that.”
Candy leaned forward and kissed Danny’s lips. He seized both sides of her head and began rubbing his face against Candy’s face.
“No!” Candy tried to squirm away but Danny held her fast. “Ooh, it is cold!”
Once Danny had made what he hoped was a thorough application, he released Candy. She pulled her head back and looked at him. His eyelashes were wet. “You have semen in your eyelashes,” she said.
“So do you.”
Candy applied light, upward strokes to her eyelashes. “This stuff is better than mascara. And I’m not talking about the cheap three-dollar crap you get at China Mart. I’m talking about the expensive department store stuff.” Candy finished stroking and shaping her lashes. “There. How do I look?”
Danny considered her. Candy’s upper lashes were nearly vertical. “You look . . . alert.”
“Here, let me do yours.”
Before Danny could protest, Candy reached out and with delicate fingers stroked his lashes. “Look up.”
Danny did as instructed.
A few seconds later, “There.” Candy leaned back and surveyed each of his eyes.
“How do I look?”
“Like you said: alert.”
“But it’s sexy, though, right?”
“Absolutely. You’re going to have to beat the girls off with a stick after this.”
“Perfect.”
“Wait, your left eye needs a touch-up.” Candy began gently adjusting his lashes. “You know, when I put up my online dating profile, I never would have guessed I’d meet a cute guy who dressed like me, and with whom I would then almost die in a shuttle crash, only to then go flying around the California coast at fifty thousand feet under a full moon, thereby helping me forget all about the robot who killed himself in my office that day, and with whom I would then have a slumber party at my house followed by a nice, heartwarming chat over a plate of delicious vegetarian fish served by a flaming robot waiter, only to then have my genitals caressed by a one-point-five-million-dollar pleasurebot while a man in a yellow suit watched. And, now, here I sit, smearing semen into the cute guy’s eyelashes. I feel like I don’t have a care in the world and I can honestly say that there is nowhere else I’d rather be.” Candy made one final adjustment to Danny’s lashes. “There.”
“Better?”
“Perfect.”
“It’s been an interesting three days,” said Danny.
“Very interesting.”
“When I saw you walk into that restaurant, two things occurred to me,” said Danny. “The second thing was that we were wearing the exact same clothes.”
“What was the first thing?”
“That you were the most beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, sexy woman I had ever seen anywhere ever, in person or on tv or in movies. I mean anywhere. Ever. Ever.”
Candy averted her eyes and lowered her face.
“Why Candy, if your face weren’t covered in my sperm, I’d think you were blushing.”
“Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“We just got busted trying to be Mister and Misses James Bond and now we’re sitting here with semen on our faces and you’re suddenly embarrassed?”
“Yes. No one. . . .”
“No one what?”
“No one has ever said anything like that to me. I always thought I was kinda pretty and I’ve always tried to stay in shape, but I’m not a glamour girl. I didn’t have boys chasing me in high school. I wasn’t a cheerleader. I didn’t date the captain of the football team. In fact, I didn’t date anyone from my high school. I did date a guy on my gymnastics team. But the night we tried to have sex for the first time, he couldn’t get it up. I thought it was me. Finally he confessed that he was gay, and that he’d been using me to prove to himself that he wasn’t.
“Even in college, I didn’t get that much attention. I was always the smart chick.”
“Smart is sexy.”
“People don’t like the smart chick. They want to copy her lecture notes and they want her to come to study hall, but when Friday night rolls around and there’s a kegger at the Omega Chi house, no one calls. And the smart girl ends up in her dorm room by herself, eating Dulce de Leche Haagen-Dazs, watching sixty-year-old re-runs of 90210, and rewriting her Robo-Physics lecture notes.”
“Candy, look at me.”
When Candy didn’t look up, Danny touched her chin and gently lifted her head. “Look at me.”
At last Candy’s eyes met his.
“There’s nothing wrong with being the smart girl. It’s simply that other people can be intimidated by that intelligence. They feel inadequate. They may even feel jealous.”
“But why? I worked really hard to get good grades. Graduating with honors with dual degrees in Robotics and Psychology doesn’t happen by itself. It takes work.”
“I know it does. But it’s human nature to be jealous and insecure. Those people who wanted to study with you but who didn’t call on Friday night didn’t consciously decide that they didn’t want to be your friend. I would guess that it actually had nothing to do with you. It was all about their insecurities and their own feelings of inadequacy. They felt they were not capable of getting two degrees at the same time, and looking at you reminded them of this. But rather than being able to make that distinction, they projected all those negative feelings onto you, or they simply didn’t want to think about it. And the easiest way to do that was by not being around you. Being your friend would’ve been the smartest move they could’ve made. We all have our individual strengths. Just like we all have our individual weaknesses. Their weakness was their own fragile ego. It’s nobody’s fault, really. It’s just human nature.”
Candy studied his eyes. “You really think I’m beautiful?”
“I don’t think anything. It’s a fact. You’re gorgeous. Didn’t you see the guys checking you out tonight when we were strolling through the mall?”
“No.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Wow. It was all I could do not to say something. A couple of guys actually turned their heads. One guy was holding hands with a woman. I bet he’s sleeping on the couch tonight. Idiot.”
Candy’s gaze was cast down. “Women learn from a very early age to ignore men. If you look at a man who is looking at you, he thinks you’re interested. Some women enjoy being sex objects, but being hit on gets old really fast. So women learn to not look. They learn to keep their eyes fixed on where they’re walking, and use body language to convey that they’re not interested. Most of the time it works. But some guys are relentless. I was in Paris a few years ago for a robotics conference and some French guy followed me down the street telling me I was his reves humides, his wet dream. I pretended that I didn’t understand. Then he started asking me to take off my shoes.”
“Why would he ask you to take off your shoes?”
“I don’t know; I didn’t ask. Maybe he has a foot fetish.”
“Or a shoe fetish. Maybe he wanted to smell your shoes. Some guys like that.”
“So anyway, no I didn’t notice any guys examining me tonight. I’m mostly oblivious to that sort of thing.”
“Well, take it from me, doctor, as a trained professional with years of experience dealing with aesthetics, I can say that in my unequivocal and highly professional opinion, you are divinely beautiful.”
Candy slowly smiled and looked up at Danny.
Danny said, “And I’m not just saying that because you have my semen all over your face.”
“Thank you, Danny.”
“You’re welcome, Candy. So, how long do we have to leave this stuff on our face?”
Candy leaned forward and wrapped her arms tight around Danny’s neck. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then, still holding fast to Danny, released it. She murmured, “Forever.”
Danny enfolded Candy in his arms, savoring the brush of her soft blond hair, her body pressed against him so warm and firm, and was equally lost in the embrace.
Forever was perfectly fine with him.
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