Love Me Forever

Part I:The Sweetest Thong

by Cocoa Barr

The night was silent, and deaf. Like a deaf mute, come to take candy from a baby.

Or a baby from Candy.

Candy giggled, and tickled her cute little baby's fat belly. Her baby, Sweetie Thong, giggled and gurgled back at her, filled with delight.

Candy sighed. Sweetie Thong was such a ... sweet baby, although whenever anyone found out her sweet little baby's name, they would place their hand over their heart and gasp, as though it were the worst name someone could think of!

But they just didn't understand--much like Candy's own parents. They just didn't understand the origin of the name, where it came from. It's meaning, and it's history. How it dealt with Sweetie Thong's conception, 21 glorious months ago.

As Candy placed her sweet little Sweetie Thong down to sleep, her memory began to drift. Back to that day--and night! Oh, what a glorious night it had been--when her life had been changed, forever.

His name was Raw Burns. He was the hunkiest lunk of man that any woman had ever seen. He was tall and tanned to a nice golden brown. His hair was a perfect burnt sienna, and his long, golden member--well, honestly, it looked just like luscious caramel smothering a giant corndog! It made Candy's mouth melt with desire, and a lust to just lick his entire body from head to toe.

But, unfortunately for her and every other red blooded female of his acquaintance, he was taken--by Seven LaRue, the most devious, manipulative bitch to exist. And even worse--he was in love with the woman! No matter what, he was a man of honor, and would not cheat on the woman he loved, much to the chagrin of many a woman with whom he cut off all contact after they attempted to seduce him.

Candy, however, decided that she could be just as devious. She just wanted to sleep with him--not necessarily even in a relationship! But she knew that he would never cheat on his beloved Seven. So Candy devised a devious plan, that even the most manipulative of bitches--including Seven--would have found shocking and appalling, scary and boring, all at the same time.

"Good evening, Seven!" she said as she waltzed into the living room of the apartment that Seven shared with her live-in boyfriend, Raw.

"Good evening," Seven replied cooly, glancing at Candy from beneath her lashes. Although Candy and Seven were supposedly friends, everyone knew that the only reason Candy maintained the friendship was because it allowed her to be in contact with Raw. Although no one completely understood why Seven maintained her side of the relationship. No one but Seven, and Candy.

"How are you this evening, Seven?" Candy continued with a friendly demeanor, that gave no suspicion to her secret, hidden plan to get inside Raw Burns' pants.

"I'm doing fine, as is my live-in lover, Raw."

Candy raised a delicately plucked eyebrow. "Live in LOVER, is it now? What happened to "live in BOYFRIEND"? she asked pointedly.

Seven glanced around nervously, and then shrugged. "Oh, nothing, nothing. The two words are interchangeable, you know. A boyfriend is someone that you sleep with exclusively, and are in love with. A lover is someone that you sleep with ... and are possibly in love with. They're practically the same thing!"

"But they're not completely the same thing, now, are they, Seven, dear?" And then Candy decided to pounce on her alleged friend with the secret knowledge that only knew. "If he's your lover and not your boyfriend, then sleeping with Dice Domino isn't really cheating, now is it?"

Seven began to sweat profusely, and loosened both the collar of her shirt and the waistband of her thong with her index finger, a sign of nervousness and guilt. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't you?" Candy grinned, secretly. Her plan was working! She knew that, at this exact moment, Raw had just finished taking his evening shower (he took three showers a day, when he first woke up, after lunch, and after dinner), and would be standing alone in the silent bathroom--from where he could easily hear--and, honestly, not avoid even if he tried--hearing their conversation.

"Come on, Seven," Candy said, crossing her arms over her ample breasts, "You know what I'm talking about. Or don't you remember? I was there. Back when we lived together for a month after college. I opened the door and walked in on the most godawful sight I've ever seen. And that was just after you started dating Raw, too! You were double-timing both of them, waiting and playing your cards right to see who gave you the better deal. And in the end it turned out to be Raw, because he wouldn't cheat if you offered him a trillion dollars to do it, whereas everyone knows that Dice is willing to cheat for free! Remember how he tried to get me into bed, and you walked in on him trying to kiss me, and then YOU got mad at ME for stealing the guy you had been cheating on your boyfriend with? And even now, when you're STILL cheating on your boyfriend--or, as you prefer to say, your lover--with him, he's still not being faithful to you!"

"Not being faithful!" Seven exclaimed, completely forgetting about Raw's very existence. "What do you mean? Dice has been ... he's been seeing someone else?"

"In the buff!" Candy exclaimed with ill-hidden delight. "My friend Cocoa De Menthe was over the other day, and I had to go take a bm in the bm room, and I took the cordless phone with me in case someone called. And while I was in there, I remember that I had to call my mother to remind her to take her pills, because otherwise she runs through an entire package of depends in a day, and I have to go to the store and get like 3 more for her. Anywho, so I pick up the phone and guess who's talking on it? That's right, Cocoa and Dice. They were having PHONE SEX, using my phone! It was kind of disgusting, but actually some of the stuff they were talking about sounded pretty nice. So I listened to the whole thing, partly out of shock and partly out of fascination, and at the end they planned a rendez-vous for that night. So after I was done and flushed and washed my hands and everything, I went into the living room and I said to Cocoa, 'Cocoa,' I says, 'is it true what I hear about you and Dice?' And she blushes and looks away all embarrassed, and then says, real softly, 'Yeah.' So I go, 'But what about Seven, isn't he sleeping with her, too?' And the poor thing starts to cry, right then and there. It breaks your heart, I tell you! And she goes 'Yeah, he likes her because she has a boyfriend and doesn't want commitment. But I want commitment! But he doesn't want to give it to me. But I love him so!' So I hug her and console her, and commisserate with her about what pigs men are, and stuff like that. And then I tell her to go for it and tell him how she feels, and all that rubbish. And she did, but she told me just the other day, that he still wants to sleep with you. He prefers not having to make the commitment. And with you, there's no commitment needed, because you already have one guy for commitment, another guy for a little sumthin'-sumthin' on the side!" Candy sighed. "I, unfortunately, have neither! Oh, Seven, you're soooooo lucky ..."

"Not anymore."

The two women turned around in surprise at the cold, stony--yet gravelly and sexy--voice that came from behind them. Raw stood there, in the buff. The very sight of him in all his splendid glory was enough to make Candy cream her thong. But the look on his face ... oooh, that was NOT a good look, that one would want to see upon his face!

"I heard everything that you two said. EVERYTHING," he added for emphasis.

Seven's face was entirely pale. "Oh, no ..." she let out in a tiny whisper.

"Oh, yes," Raw replied, his face a mask of anger. "After all we've been through, everything we've done together, hell, everything that I've done for you! I've done everything possible to get past the rought spots and the problems and to make this work out between us, Seven! How could you do this to me! And even back when we were first dating! Sure, if it were all the way back then, maybe I could forgive you. We did have some rough times, and sometimes even I wasn't exactly sure about the status of our relationship--were we together, were we NOT together, and if we WERE 'together', were we an exclusive kind of together, or a casual kind of together? What with all your neuroses and everything, we were never the same form of 'together' for more than an hour or two, and it got so confusing that sometimes I just wanted to rip my hair out! Yet still I stayed with it, and I stayed with YOU. And not once, not since the day that we began dating, have I ever slept with anyone other than you! And this is what you do to me? Not only do you cheat on me, but you do it repeatedly, and then lie about it, telling me that you love me and I'm the only one for you. Well, not anymore, Seven! Never again! The two of us are completely through!"

And with that said, he stormed back into the bathroom, then returned with a towel slung low across his hips--which did nothing to diminish either the appearance of his tall, brawny body, or the effect of this body on Candy--and her sorely abused thong!

For several minutes there was utter silence in the room, except for the ticking of Seven's old grandfather clock that stood next to the sofa, ticking and tocking away in Candy's ear. Raw had disappeared into the bedroom, and when he emerged he was fully dressed, in formal attire (i.e. suit and tie), and looked very dashing and quite ready for a big presentation. He stood there for a moment, and looked from one woman to the other.

"Since this is not just my home, it's also my place of residence," he said, "once I leave I find that I will have no where to go." He looked at Candy. "Would you mind if I stayed the night at your place tonight?"

Seven grasped, finally realizing the breadth, width, height, and scope of Candy's devious scheme.

"You bitch!" she cried at her former friend, just as Candy responded to Raw's query with the orgasmic answer of "Yes, yes, YES!!"

Candy rose from the sofa and took his hand in hers. With a little wave to Seven, she proclaimed. "Good night Seven. And, remember, you always reap what you sow!"

And with that, she and Raw left Seven's life--forever!

That night was the most glorious night of Candy's life--and the conception of her baby, Sweetie Thong.

Raw was clearly on the rebound--just as she had expected him to be. After all, for the past 3 years he'd been sleeping with a single woman, day in and day out. Candy knew that, in his mind, she was just a fling--since, after all, he would always connect her to the girlfriend whom he had loved and lost, the woman that had wronged him in the worst way it was possible to wrong someone, other than committing a crime such as rape or murder.

Candy knew that this was the only night that they would ever have together, so she decided to make it count. She would make it the only night they would ever NEED together. That's how glorious it would be!

She began by comforting him, and letting him weep on her shoulder. She murmured sweet nothing's into his ear, and ran her hands through his hair. Then, gently, she began her devious seduction, first by placing sweet yet platonic kisses on his hair, then his cheek, and finally his mouth. And then, being the manly man that he was, he took over, pressing her back against her bed and removing both their clothes, preparing for a quickie--because he did not now, nor had he ever, nor WOULD he ever love her. She was just a quick roll in the hay to him, and she knew it. They both knew it.

But when it came to her thong, they just couldn't get it off.

"God, I want to eat you out so bad," he moaned, kissing her inner thigh and making her tremble with desire, even though she was already wet as a waterfall and has cum in her thong several times during the undressing.

Candy moaned, too, as she caressed his finely shaped flanks with her nimble feet. "Oooh, I want you too, too! Just push the thong aside! Push it aside!"

He tried to push the thong aside, but it was far too wet, it clung to her skin with all the cum and sweat and utter wetness sticking to it. He moaned again in his passion, and nuzzled her through the thong. "It won't budge."

Candy screamed and dug into his buttocks with her long, red toenails, leaving clawmarks on his delicate skin, as she came again, just from a single lick that hadn't even touched her skin!

Moaning and groaning and thrashing, she cried out, "If you want to eat me so bad, then just eat the thong! Just eat through it!"

Raw grinned, wolfishly. "Great idea!" So he opened up his mouth and took a big bite, tearing the thong with his teeth, then chewing and swallowing it. All that was left of the once sweaty thong was the waist band, which, torn in two, fell easily and silently to the wayside.

Raw licked his lips, then licked her clit. Then he looked up her body until their eyes me. "How come you never told me?" he asked, bemusement in his voice.

"Told you what?" Despite her pleasure--and even more orgasms racking her body--Candy was genuinely confused.

Raw gently blew into her as he kept their eye contact. "Your thong. How come you never told me that it was so ... sweet?"

Their eyes remained locked for several moments more, and that moment--the single most wonderful, most pleasurable moment in Candy's entire life, became locked in her memory forever.

But then she broke the moment, with an ill conceived and horribly timed phrase that nearly destroyed all her future happiness. "Oh, Raw," she whispered, in awe of this wonderful experience that she knew was not enough. "Love me forever."

As soon as the words left her lips, she knew it had been a mistake. He had just gotten out of a horrible relationship, in which he had loved a woman, and been betrayed. What he wanted now was not love, it was simple, mind-numbing sex! And to remind him of love's existence, was to take away any pleasure that she might be able to give him this night!

As her words fell over him, his expression changed, from one of awe and wonderment to one of cold reserve and stony resillience. He tore his eyes away from hers, and focused on the task at hand. After eating her out for a few minutes, he quickly--so upset apparently that he forgot to use one of the colorful array of condoms that lay on the nightstand--moved over her and entered her, and in a few short thrusts, he had finished.

She wanted him to lie atop her forever, but after mere seconds he rolled off and got up and started dressing.

Candy sat up, awkwardly, and, since he was nearly dressed by this time, she blushed at her own naked state and held up a sheet to recover her modesty, and ineffectively cover her body.

"You're ... leaving so soon?" she threw out awkwardly, figuring that, at this point, after her earlier faux pas, she really had nothing left to lose.

"I feel," he said, his voice cold and distant, causing her to wince, "that my presence here would cause more harm than good." Their eyes met for a moment. "You understand what I mean." It was not a question, but a statement of fact.

Candy nodded anyway, blinking away the tears that came so readily to her eyes. "I ... I understand perfectly," she said, cursing silently at herself as her voice wavered; obviously the voice of one who was about to unleash a torrent of tears.

Raw, for one, did not want to be there when the dam finally broke.

"Adieu," he whispered, as he let himself out and silently closed the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, she let it all hang out. Her pain, her fear, her misery. She had just lost the best thing that had ever happened to her. How stupid could she be? She had thought that all she wanted from him was one quick night of passion. Instead ... what she truly wanted from him was a lifetime of love.

Yet somehow ... she knew that she would get it, whether he was there or not. She placed a hand over her stomach, and then glanced over at the night table, where several foil packets lay ready to use--yet their seals remained unopened.

Candy smiled, softly. Yes, she knew it to be true. She was pregnant with Raw's child. She would have a part of him with her, forever. A part of him that she would love. A part of him that would be the best thing that ever happened to her.

She had been right.

Candy smiled as she stretched and yawned in the light of dawn.

Oh, sure, sometimes she regretted that Raw couldn't be there to act as a father to their child. And sometimes she regretted that Raw didn't even know he HAD a child. But most of the time ... most of the time, she was proud of her baby, and glad that she had a relic of the most wonderful moment of her life. Even if other people, such as her parents and all those strangers who stopped her on the street, didn't like her baby's name.

Then, Candy frowned. Usually, at this time of morning, Sweetie Thong would absolutely be squalling for some milk. Yet all was silent, except for the rooster that lived, illegally, in the apartment across the hall.

Candy felt an awful sense of foreboding deep within her. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong!

She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her into the nursery, and gasped at what she saw.

Instead of a happy gurgling baby, or even a sleeping, tired baby, or even an angry, wailing baby, she saw--

An empty crib.

TO BE CONTINUED