Chapter 118
Familiar territory

Rick followed Mandi through the suite's connecting door and swatted her on the ass. "Get in there and kneel up!" he directed, "I'll be right with you!" He stopped at their drink cart, topped off two glasses, and collected a few strawberries on a plate, then made his way to the bedroom. Mandi was turning down the bed; one look at Rick and it became a very hurried effort. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at her boyfriend, who laid his burden on the nightstand and reached out fondly to rub her back through the nightie, reveling in the silken feel. "Where do you want it, Sweetheart?"

Mandi turned an impish smile on him, "Back in my pussy - first!"

Rick shucked the robe and knelt up behind her. "Want any more foreplay?" he chuckled, running his hands in circles over the soft globes of her buttocks.

Mandi purred and shook her head. "Uh uh. I just want you to put out the fire!"

Rick grinned. Mandi's pudenda were soaked; her little game in the chair had backfired on her. Now she wanted the benefit of a MOVING cock! "Say 'Pretty please'!" he admonished.

"Pretty please!" Mandi responded, "Oh, pretty, pretty please! You've been teasing me all night, and I can't wait!" Mandi lowered her upper body to the mattress and twitched her ass, looking like a cat in heat.

"That's pretty lewd!" Rick observed, chuckling.

"If I can't be lewd with you, who can I be lewd with?" Mandi smiled over her shoulder.

"True enough," Rick agreed, wetting his glans by wiping it along her damp furrow. "Besides, after that display in the sitting room..."

"You're not mad, are you?" Mild apprehension colored Mandi's voice.

"Nah!" Rick chuckled, "Any time you get a jump on Dina, I'M likely to approve!" There followed a silence as both concentrated upon the sensations generated by Rick's slow insertion of eight inches of cock into Mandi's receptive channel.

"Mmmmmmm!" Mandi purred as Rick's scrotum drifted into contact with her clitoris. "Nice!"

Rick murmured agreement, sliding his hands up and down along Mandi's ribs. The couple had taken only a short time to become really comfortable with one another, to the point that sleeping alone was an idea that both instinctively despised. Rick wasn't happy unless he was snuggled against Mandi - preferably buried in her as he was now - and Mandi, if anything, was even more adamant. As a result, Rick recognized the little hunching motions Mandi was making as a request to set up a rhythm and give her some joy. He put himself in gear, setting up a nice, long, moderately paced stroke, his hands settling on Mandi's generous hips for anchorage.

Mandi started to purr almost immediately. Rick's cock was a perfect fit, and he knew those little touches that added so much, including a trip-hammer snap at the end of an otherwise smooth stroke that increased her surface-level stimulation. He varied the speed and tempo, shifting the angle a bit here and there to keep her from being desensitized, alternating long and short strokes - he seemed to have a new trick to try every time! Now, as Mandi started to float toward her first climax, throwing herself back into his strokes, he wet a finger in her secretions and started probing her anus - not deep, just in and out of the rubbery opening. In a few moments, Mandi began making her signature "Oh? Oh? Oh?" on every in stroke, and Rick firmed his grip on her hip, knowing that if she got away from him when she stiffened up, they would both lose their fight for satisfaction.

It didn't happen, though. Since Mandi was down flat, lying her head on her hands, when she stiffened, it took very little on Rick's part to keep her from catastrophically trying to straighten her legs. Instead, she arched her back, her head coming up , sightless eyes staring at the bedpost as she tried to force a breathless wail through paralyzed lungs.

Mandi had been building tension for this one all night, absorbing the feel of Rick's hands on her breasts at the dance and the wonderful tongue attack on her vulva at Gino's, so it was huge when it arrived. Mandi's vagina began a wringing set of contractions, mirrored by her anal sphincter wrapped around Rick's finger, while her overloaded nervous system flashed waves of pleasure across her body. She made no sound - she'd stopped breathing - every resource she has was concentrated upon trying to absorb the instrument of pleasure working between her legs.

Rick gritted his teeth and tried to maintain himself through the orgasm, but it was impossible. The wet heat caused by the rush of fluids around his cock, the shifting velvet grip of her warm pussy, the smell of her musky fluids, the excitement - even the pulsing clasp of her little anal mouth combined to make it impossible for him to fail to succumb. Rick gave a strained grunt, buried himself, and exploded in a series of heavy pulsations that seemed to find a trigger in Mandi's wringing pulsations. After what seemed like eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, Rick resumed his connection to this universe and began to run his hands over Mandi's back in a caressing massage, helping her to release her tension. Mandi's head dropped back onto her arms, and she lay there, smiling gently with her eyes closed as the quakes faded away. "Good, Sweetheart?" Rick asked, gently.

"Mmmmmm! Wonderful!" Mandi purred, "Again?"

Rick assessed the feel of his still buried erection. Mandi had teased quite a load from it, and he wasn't sure... "Gimme a minute. Champagne?"

On the far side of the pair of suites, Dina and Bobby were necking and sipping champagne, comparing notes. "Gonna be some changes if any of the things we did tonight take," Bobby observed. He took a mouthful of wine and then lowered his lips over an up-thrust pert brown nipple, bathing it in the bubbly liquid.

"Aaaaahh! Jeezus, that's cold!" Dina exclaimed, then settled back to enjoy the effervescence. "Feels weird!" She mused a bit. "Three or four isolated pockets of people are going to merge... but that always happens when you bring couples together. Look what happened to us!"

"Yeah, it's kind of like chemistry. The trick seems to be bringing the chemicals together!" Bobby mused.

"Well, it's more than that, or people would just couple up in the halls at school!" Dina remonstrated. "Our trick is expectation setting. You give both members of a couple a reality check, then throw them together with an agreement to tolerate one another for a period of time and an incentive to make it work!"

Bobby grinned, "Even if the incentive is 'You'll never get a chance to do better!'"

"Yeah," Dina agreed, grinning, "Seems like the side effects are more spectacular than the primary reactions - look at Thelma and Danny! By the time we left Gino's, Thelma was... changed..."

"I thought she was gonna crawl under Danny's shirt, she was cuddled up to him so tight!" Bobby chuckled.

"Well, there's more to it than that," Dina worried, "I hope Danny knows what he's doing - Thelma is as fragile as an egg right now. Danny's punched through the hard shell she shows the world and is into the gooey insides. If he drops her, she'll shatter!"

"I think he gets it," Bobby offered tentatively. "He damn sure knows she's not acting normally, and I think he knows why... I also think he realizes that the benefits apply to more people than just him!"

"Well, it could STILL fall apart if and when he bursts her bubble. He isn't perfect, after all. Nobody is!" Dina replied.

"Well, time will tell..." Bobby replied, philosophically.

"Mmmm, yes. Speaking of time, ours is about up!" Dina changed the subject.

"Yeah?" Bobby looked at her sidelong.

"Yeah," Dina replied. "Our agreed period of experimentation ended tonight. You've been wonderful, Lover, so I'm gonna pay off!"

Bobby's stomach clenched, "And?"

"And?" Dina eyed him sidelong. "That's not enough?"

'Christ, is she kidding?' Bobby wondered, while the knot in his stomach grew. "Uh, no..."

"It was enough when we started..." Dina pretended nonchalance.

Bobby took a breath. "No. It never was," he declared. There! Now it was out! He'd said it!

Dina smiled. "I guess I should stop teasing you now?"

Bobby released pent-up breath. "It'd be nice!"

Dina smiled lazily. "Well, where do YOU think we're headed? We should probably get it out in the open..."

Bobby dithered, "Well, uh, I guess I ought to throttle it back a bit..."

"Why?" Dina regarded him archly.

"Well, it's not very respectful..." Bobby offered.

"So, you respect me?" Dina teased.

"Dina! C'mon, dammit!" Bobby howled in frustration.

Dina caressed his cheek and took pity on him. "Okay," she sighed, "This is how I figure it's gonna go: I don't want an exclusive arrangement, yet - there's too much to learn and do. I think that should apply to both of us; I don't think either one of us should feel that they have to pass up an opportunity for an experience just because of the feelings we have for one another. Does this sound familiar?"

Bobby frowned. "Yeah. You were serious, then?"

"Yes, Lover, I was serious," Dina confirmed. "I'm not sure that I'm a one-man woman, yet. I'm gonna want to try a few things... If you can deal with it, you can be my partner in crime. I won't cheat on you - you'll always know where I've been, beforehand, if possible. There will be no surprises. If the game allows, you can play, too." She locked eyes with him. "In return, I want the same from you: Don't avoid something just because of me, but keep me in the loop. Sex is sex, and love is love, and while they work well in combination, it's not the ONLY one! If it's not in the way of whatever scam one or both of us is running, I want a lien on this thing!" She reached under the blanket and grasped his somewhat flaccid cock. "Deal?"

Bobby wasn't thrilled. "Until when?" he asked, suspiciously.

Dina shrugged. "It's at will, Lover. Whenever one of us finds something better, he or she should feel free to can it, unilaterally. But no bullshit - if it's done, it's done, and whoever calls it quits should inform the other immediately, without any hemming and hawing - just be up-front about it. If we survive the next couple of years like that, with me finishing high school and you off to college, then maybe we can look at something more permanent."

"I'm not thrilled!" Bobby was positively petulant.

"No?" Dina feigned surprise. "Most guys would be! Why not?"

Bobby waved an arm. "Too much competition out there! I'm gonna lose ya! There's nothing..." He ran out of steam. How could he make her understand? Girls couldn't stand him - but she would be hip deep in boys! How could he measure up? Especially in absentia?

Dina shook her head, smiling. "You underestimate yourself, Lover. Most boys can't put up with my ways - they're too wild and crazy! Stuff you grin at and pitch in to help with would crush their fragile egos! We're soul mates, you and I - but we both need things a little fast and loose - and VERY public! You're mine, and I'm yours - I just want you to understand that we're tied together, but not fenced in. I might do - well anything! - but my default condition will be cuddled up to you! Okay?"

"Well, okay," Bobby sulked. "We'll play it like that and see how it goes. I'm just nervous, is all. What about in public?"

"Oh, that?" Dina grinned. "No changes. I want us to set the standard for outrageous behavior." She dimpled, "But after tonight, you'll be telling the truth!"

Bobby flat wasn't ready. His ego had just taken a pounding, and he'd been nervous to start with. "Uh, you sure? We don't hafta tonight - I'll take a rain check..."

"No, Lover, we'll do it tonight. We're gonna take advantage of peace and quiet, nice surroundings, and a total lack of parental supervision, and you're gonna rock my world!" Dina assured him.

Bobby squirmed. "I'm, uh, not..."

"I know," Dina smiled. "Give Mama a kiss, and we'll see if we can't get Little Bobby to join the party." A deep, tongue-twisting kiss assisted Dina's efforts at getting a rise out of his organ with her hand, but hand jobs are clumsy. She tossed off the sheets and began lavinshing attention on Bobby's cock with her mouth and tongue.

This was more than effective. Bobby's erection firmed, his glans sliding out of his foreskin like a turtle's head going after lettuce. Bobby returned the favor, pulling Dina's crotch around to where he could delve his tongue into her tight slit. In no time, Bobby's tongue was eliciting little grunting moans around his erection. The vibrations added to Dina's efforts, and Bobby's earlier mortification was forgotten as his cock went totally rampant. Dina tried to control her reactions by maintaining her attention on the quality of her oral efforts, but Bobby's tongue proved too talented. Finally, she let go totally, burying her nose in his pubic hair for a moment before whipping her head from side to side, panting, "Yes! There! There! Yes! Oh God! Yes! There! There! AaaaaaAAAAAAAUUUUGGH!" Dina thrashed like a wild thing, finally wrapping both legs around Bobby's buried face. As quick as onset of her climax was, she seemed to come back even quicker. "Awww, shit, that was good! Back off, now, Lover, and let me get yours - if you keep it up, I can't do a proper job!"

Bobby backed off, pleased with himself, settling for an occasional teasing lick. Dina set herself to collect Bobby's first emission of the night. Remembering Helen's admonition regarding excess suction, she worked on soaking Bobby's shaft in spit and floating it on her tongue, using her ovalled lips to supply a tight ring of sensation. Deep throat was out - she didn't bother to try, that could come later; she settled for wet, soft heat and motion. It worked, too - in no time, Bobby was clutching her narrow hips to give his hands something to do while he strained and quivered under her liquid caress. She would work for about thirty seconds, moving her lips constantly over his shaft from just covering his glans to the five inches or so that she could comfortably accept, then take a breath and adjust for whatever comfort issues she needed to deal with. A bit over four minutes in, Bobby showed unmistakable signs of final approach: he got stiff and started making whistling gasps through his nose. Dina hung on and made the additional few seconds' effort, and was rewarded when Bobby arched his back and let out a strained "WAAAAAAHHH!" the purple tip of his cock swelling with the pulsations of his ejaculation. The first blast hit the back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex, but she got it under control and swallowed the creamy flood. Dina milked Bobby gently with her mouth, extending the sensation, and making him lurch and groan from the attack on his sensitive tissues just as he had done with her vulva. Once done, she rotated around and stretched out atop him, sighing, "My, that was nice! But we've done it before... Gather your energy Lover, the main event is just around the corner!" Bobby grinned and handed her a champagne glass.