Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“You can?” I said, with some surprise, the words just blurting themselves right out.

“Of course. I mean… I gotta stare at a beauty like you every game night,” he remarks, sparing me a long glance as he drove, lingering down on my exposed legs, just before his fingers reached out and brushed against the exposed skin.

I swear, his touch was like Midas or something. I was frozen in shock, my lips parted as I stared out at the road. It just felt so good! Just that little, almost-innocent touch, and it was enough to render me speechless. Though after his spell broke, my cheeks turned bright red.

Thankfully we arrived at the party just in the nick of time to spare me a long, awkward pause.

“Here we are ladies,” Toby said, but already Suzie was climbing out of the vehicle in her slinky black dress, making her way up to the posh looking fraternity house.

“Finally!” she exclaimed in relief, and Toby looked across at me, brow raised, but a look of amusement on his face.

“She’s anxious for the fun,” he said to me, pulling open his door.

“Yea, I guess,” I muttered, feeling a bit of resentment as she just ran off. I’d only gone because of her and we had barely even arrived before she abandoned me. Leaving me alone with Toby. Huge, hulking Toby. Even though I was tall I still only came up to his chest in my tennis shoes, and he easily had a hundred or more pounds on me with just muscle.

Idly I wondered how his cotton shirt didn’t just rip off him on a nightly basis.

I got out of the vehicle and then stood, awkwardly, by the door, wringing my hands.

Toby must’ve noticed, or maybe he was just a really great guy, but he came over to me, extended his thick, muscular arm in offering. And I had little choice but to wrap my fingers about as much of his bulging bicep as I could.

“C’mon, let’s go,” he said with a smile, leading me up the front stairs into the loud blaring music.

It was so intimidating inside, with the resounding beat of the bass heavy music, the thick crowd of people moving or milling about. Though we barely got a few feet in when Suzie came up to us, drinks in hand for each of us.

I was grateful for the opportunity to let Toby’s arm go, even though I enjoyed the feel of his hard muscles in my hand. It was just scary, so unlike what I was used to.

I cupped my drink in my hands, taking a long sip before I made a face. It tasted like the pop had gone bad.

Suzie, though, nearly laughed in my face. “It’s whiskey, dork,” she said, and I tried to play it off like I knew that by taking another drink. Longer, this time.

It made me feel warm as it went down my throat, and already I could feel my muscles stop tensing and becoming more relaxed.

Suzie smiled brightly before a guy came up to her that I didn’t recognize. He didn’t really look like he went to our school, he seemed older, with a five o’clock shadow and killer eyes.

He pulled Suzie’s face towards him, planting a kiss on her right there, as if Toby and I didn’t exist.

I looked to Toby for his reaction, but he was grinning and laughing as he drank his own drink, leaving me little option but to stare and watch the two make out… or avert my gaze. Though the moment I did that, I caught the look of a couple of other team mates from Toby’s team, and they came right on over, as if my passing glance were invitation.

“Hey fellas,” Toby said, bumping fists with them before he put his arm back to rest… around my waist.

It was kinda possessive, and I didn’t ask for it, but I didn’t hate it, either. In fact, it was pretty nice. He was strong, and it was like he was my rock, a solid person to lean on when I felt way outta my league.

“Hey,” I said with a smile before taking another long drink of the pop and whiskey, making a face and trying to hide it. But I was starting to feel really good, the heat of Toby’s body relaxing me further.

The three of those guys started talkin’ sports, the game, all that stuff, and I sipped my drink, smiling and nodding at the appropriate times. But all throughout it, the warm buzz of the alcohol grew, and Toby’s arm about me felt all the better.

It helped that he rubbed his hand over my waist and hip, and tugged me in closer and closer, bit by bit, as the evening went. All the while, the other two guys closed in tighter, making us a tight huddle as Suzie made out so shamelessly right before us.

Then something truly shocking happened… one of Toby’s teammates reached out and put his hand on Suzie’s thigh. And just when I thought she was reaching down to shove it away, she instead guided it up to her ass, where he gave the cheek a firm squeeze.

I blinked, and thought maybe it was just the drink. I’d never really had alcohol before except once, and I took a sip but hated it. And so I was feeling really light, and like everything around me was moving a bit slower, like in a dream.

I couldn’t believe Suzie’s brazenness, and I looked up at the face of the man squeezing her ass, seeing the grin and the devilishness there. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, honestly, a bit broader than Toby but shorter. Ryan was his name.

I moved into Toby a bit more, as if he’d protect me from the lewdness.

Toby’s strong arm held me tighter, and one of the guys brought me a fresh new drink in place of my nearly finished one. All the while, Toby leaned in, nuzzled against my ear and let me feel the warm wash of his breath along my skin. He was very slow, very gentle, and kept me feeling safe amid the other aggressive men at least.