Candy dressed hurriedly, showering in the women's dressing room, then slipping into her short skirt and blouse while eyeing the clock. It was nearly eleven. She told her mother she'd be in my midnight if she went out with some of the girls. Candy smiled to herself. Well, she'd be a little late.

"I'm ready," she said, her gym bag slung over one shoulder as Candy stepped into the reception area. Chuck walked up to her and slipped both hands around her waist.

"God, you're nice," he whispered.

Candy stood on tiptoe as he pulled her thin body against him. The blonde teen felt her skirt slide up until her bikini bottom was exposed to his roaming hands. He kissed her passionately. Candy groaned into his mouth, fighting back with her tongue, moving her ass in a soft fucking motion that teased her clit. Yes, yes, she wanted him to stop at the drugstore to pick up those… rubbers! They'd been foolish the first time. No, she didn't want to get knocked up. And with a little luck it wouldn't happen. But the girl didn't want to take a chance. And Chuck's mention of that drugstore trip made her happy.

"Come on. We got some serious eatin' to do," he said, pulling away and guiding her toward the front door.

"Oh yes, yes," Candy whispered happily, resting her head on his shoulder.

It was nearly four in the morning when the blonde teen finally made it home. Peering out the side window of Chuck's Corvette she could see a light burning in the living room window. Her mother was still up! A shock of fear shot through her body.

"You want me to go up with you?" he asked, opening his door and stepping out.

Candy shook her head from side to side. She could just imagine what would happen if her mother were to see Chuck escorting her to the door.

"No, that's fine. I'll see you this evening," she said, trying to hide her nervousness as she crawled out of the sports car.