Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“I am so sorry!” he said, embarrassed for the behaviour of his dog as he pushed the big beast away, and came over to me. He extended his arms and took my hands, his touch smooth and well-cared for, unlike most of the labourers around my little rural town. But when he pulled me to my feet, I could see his bare biceps bulge so thickly. He was definitely not weak.

Fair-skinned and tall, he was such a handsome man, blonde and with green eyes that glittered in the summer sun like emeralds. He looked like he’d just walked off a movie screen and into my life.

“Are you okay?” he asked in that rich, masculine voice of his, genuine concern there as he looked me over.

I didn’t even know what to say. Words fumbled in my mind until I stupidly uttered, “New. You’re.... new here,” I clarified, wanting nothing more than to melt into the ground. Especially when Jordan came up behind him, clapping him on the back.

“Hey, Marcus. Goldie mauling Lynn here?” he asked, looking first to the grinning dog, then to me.

Marcus. His name was Marcus. Such a lovely name that reminded me of a stunning statue of some Roman deity perhaps.

“Yeah man, he brutalized the poor girl,” Marcus said, looking at me with such concern.

He wore a white cotton shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Simple, right? But they looked so great on him, with his far-away good-looks. Like a dashing young man with some culture to him, more worldly than the boys around town.

Okay, maybe I was getting a little carried away. But he was the most handsome young man on the whole island, by far. And on that, you have to believe me!

“You sure you’re okay?” Marcus asked me, still holding my hands for support as I stood there, staring, like an idiot.

I was dazed by his presence, but the little bit of strange scent he carried, and I had to take in a deep breath, nodding my head vigorously, even though I knew I was blushing like a maniac, and my stomach was fluttering and my heart was racing. I didn’t want to be okay. I wanted him to stay, to be near to me.

I was definitely getting a little in over my head.

Jordan looked me over and gave an odd look, obviously noticing my strange behaviour. Yet Marcus? He just looked on with that plain concern.

“Well hey, we messed up your dress, like… totally ruined it,” he said, that perfect brow of his furrowed. “How about we get it cleaned for you? Or… better yet,” he said, a light going on behind those gorgeous eyes of his as he smiled. “How about you let me take you shopping for a new one sometime, huh?” he offered, a big smile upon his face, showing off those perfect, white teeth of his.

I barely knew what to say to that, but it was an excuse as good as any. The only problem being, of course, that we’d probably have to talk, and that was quickly becoming a problem for me. My peachy lips were hung open, and another blush went through me.

“Uh...” was all I could manage, my eyes flitting between the two, my hands fidgeting at my sides, my thighs pressed together tight.

“She doesn’t wanna go on some date with you, man,” Jordan said with a laugh, holding back Goldie. “Just ‘cause you were hot shit in the big city doesn’t mean they’ll all cream their panties over you now, y’know?” he taunted his cousin, though Marcus looked unfazed through it all. He only had eyes for me, as strange as that was to believe.

“Well how about I give you some money then and you can go get one yourself,” Marcus said, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet.

I almost felt like I was going to faint. My head was so light, and the world started spinning a little bit. I couldn’t believe he was even real, and my lips must have curled into a heady smile because they both looked at me a bit strangely as I brought my hand to my cheek, feeling how warm it was.

I must’ve looked a little dizzy, because Marcus reached out and put his hands upon me, one on my hip the other on my shoulder as his strong grasp helped keep me steady.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” he said, and then he did the most amazing thing. He plucked me up off the ground and carried me in his arms, like some classy gentleman out of the stories. He brought me over to the park bench, laying me down so gently, those emerald eyes of his glittering with concern. “Did you hit your head when Goldie pounced on you?” he asked.

Jordan stood behind him, looking as concerned as Marcus did, but he reached down and took a tighter hold of the dog’s neck, muttering to the big animal.

“Don’t you go knockin’ over any more girls, Goldie,” he scolded, or I think he did.

“I’m fine,” I managed, absolutely certain that my usually fair skin was a fire truck red, as I looked up at Marcus with such a whirlwind of emotions.

“I didn’t. I just...” I trailed off, wondering what I could even say. What I’d been planning on saying. “I’m sorry, I’m just surprised, is all.”

As I got up, my arm draped over the back of the bench, I could see the look of relief on his face. Then his own embarrassment, that big, manly man looking a bit flustered himself.

“Sorry for sweeping you off your feet like that,” he said in a low husk. “I just didn’t want you to faint and hurt yourself even more than Goldie did,” he explained, while Jordan behind shook his head.

“He’s a real showboater, that’s all it is, Lynn,” he said, trying to show up his more attractive cousin.

But at least Jordan I could look at without feeling like a blubbering fool, and I nodded my head enthusiastically before realizing what I was agreeing to. Then I started shaking my head, my hair tickling my cheeks.

“I think he’s fine,” I said, and then instantly covered my mouth with my hand.