Fox Tales

Candy’s on her own tonight, which is a turn up for the books. We’ve got used to seeing her with Glen, the two of them making a pretty pair round town. But he’s gone, back to college. And she’s not exactly planning to behave like a nun while he’s away.

Which all sounds good from where we’re standing.

Not that she’s ever behaved like a nun. I know Candy of old, of course. I was at college with her. She’d swan around in her mini skirts and little tops, long blonde hair hanging loose, getting into trouble wherever she went. The only time she wasn’t being ravished by a likely lad was when she was in detention, or in a fight on the bit of grass outside the gates with some boy’s jealous girlfriend. Those incidents made me smile. We’d make sure we were there to catch every move. So did everyone else.

She hasn’t changed much. She certainly looks as good as ever on her first night solo. All the boys’ heads turn when she waltzes into The Crown, hair long and sleek, back from her high, smooth forehead, in a little red summer vest top, black mini and stilettos. We all look at each other, nod in appreciation. Everyone’s thinking the same. What could I do with half an hour in the sack with her? She’s lapping it up. You can tell by the knowing smile on her hot little face.

She goes up to the bar and joins the rest of her gang of hooligan girls. They’re all there, Rebecca and Debs and Marcia and the rest. I see them most nights in here. They’ve virtually adopted me as a mascot, one of their boys, an honorary member of their gang.

“So what’s happening?” says Debs laughing.

“He’s gone,” says Candy. “Back to college.”

“Sounds good,” says Debs. “You can do what you want now. He’ll never find out.”

“True,” says Candy. She smiles a wicked smile. “What are we doing later?”

“Now that’s where you’re talking,” says Debs. “There’s a party on later. At one of those big houses on the new estate. There’ll be totty coming out of the walls.”

“Count me in,” says Candy. “I could do with some of that. Some tender loving care. Just what a bird like me needs.”

She smiles and colours up a little at the thought, which suits her, I do have to say. Half an hour with her? I’m up for it.

We all go to the party. They stand and have a laugh and a joke and another drink. Then they head off down the street, me in tow. They’re singing loudly, “I want candeeee” which was on the jukebox. They go to a few bars, flirt mercilessly with some of the prettier boys in there, and then make their way to the party.

It’s further than they thought, clattering along in their stilettos, but they get there in the end. They walk up the driveway and are soon let in. As soon as they go through the door, Candy’s eyes light up. She can see what Debs means. There are guys everywhere, all of them more than eligible, all with floppy haircuts and cheekbones that could cut. They notice her as soon as she walks in, eyes lustfully following her as she walks through and comments made here and there. She smiles that smile. She knows what they’re thinking. She can take her pick of the selection in front of her tonight and she knows it.

The first thing they do is go to the kitchen, get some supplies of alcohol. A few seconds later, they’re on their way to the lounge, a bottle of wine each in their hands. The scene that greets them is even better. The music’s loud and everyone’s dancing. They’re in a state of undress, boys in their boxers, girls in bikinis. The girl gang aren’t going to be outdone. Debs walks into the middle of the room, rips off her top and then her skirt. The rest of them follow suit. Candy laughs and tosses her vest top and skirt into the corner and joins the throng.

They dance round for a while, Candy drinking from her bottle of wine, enjoying the attention she’s getting. But she’s not on her own for long. There’s a boy standing in the corner who has his eyes firmly fixed on her as she pushes her boobs out, thrusts her hips and throws her hair around. She’s spotted him as well. He’s just the sort she could see herself going for, she tells me later, with his dirty blonde hair, tanned frame and dreamy eyes. He looks just like a beach bum. The sort she’s going to meet on holiday in a couple of months when the gang of bar room beauties take the Costas by storm.

She manoeuvres her way across the lounge until she’s in front of him. She looks him in the eye, throws her hair back, licks her lips. He has a smile on his face and a bulge in his boxers. I can see it from here. I don’t blame him either. If Candy Fox was looking at me like that, I’d be fired up as well. It doesn’t take them long to get together. She gets close to him and he puts his arms round her waist. She puts her lips to his and they engage in a long, drawn out kiss for what seems like ages.

I know who the boy is. His name’s Nathan and Marcia’s had the hots for him for a while. She won’t take kindly to Candy getting in first. There’ll be trouble at some point, that’s for certain, and Marcia doesn’t take prisoners. But Candy’s not caring about that right now. All she wants is her wicked way.

It doesn’t take her long for her to take it a stage further. After they’ve finished kissing for a moment, she looks him in the eye, takes him by the hand and leads him to the stairs. She turns and looks at us all, pleased as punch with her conquest, with a huge smile on her face. Then she disappears through the door. Naturally, we don’t see her again tonight.

We hear all about it the following lunchtime, though. Candy’s got a wicked smile on her face when she tells us all the details, sitting in the pub. It’s been a night of passion par excellence. They quickly got naked, she says, and he covered her with kisses from head to toe, hands everywhere. He’s accomplished, she tells us, knows exactly what to do at the right moment. Then he made love to her like the stallion she knew he was. It lasted all night and all morning. She kept her stilettos on for him, he said he liked it, made things more fun. That makes her laugh out loud, she loves it.

She has an instant camera with her as well. And she says she knows how to use it. She’s taken pics of him, in all his prime cut glory, and she’s going to file them away and look at them whenever she feels the urge. She might even put one of them on her wall. She passes them round, pictures of the two of them in their birthday suits, in various poses round the bedroom. He took some of her as well, with just her stilettos on, showing off her perfectly proportioned attributes wonderfully, firm and smooth, with her long blonde hair hanging loosely back as always . He says they’ll brighten up cold, winter nights. That makes her smile deliciously. They would brighten up mine as well. They certainly start to get me fired up. I think about surreptitiously slipping one of her in my back pocket for future reference but there are too many people here, I don’t think I’d get away with it.

Marcia’s not happy though. I knew she wouldn’t be.

“So you got with Nathan,” she says.

“That’s right.”

“You little bitch. Playboy of the year. I’ve been after him for ages.”

“I didn’t know, Marcia.”

“I bet you didn’t. You’d better watch your step in future. Or we’ll be having words.”

Candy’s face drops when she says this. There’ll be trouble ahead. And she knows it.

But that’s for the future. For now, all that matters is that she’s broken free from Glen and is having her own fun. She plans to do more of it, play the field as much as she can and, from the look of it, she’ll have plenty of opportunity.

For the rest of us, it’s simpler than that. Candy Fox is back on the scene. And we’re going to make the most of it.