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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 002
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples
and their families through the period immediately preceding their
Senior Prom.
Keywords: nosex
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal
bd D/s Mg-inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 2
"...And in this corner..."
The usual suspects were lined up at a picnic table in the
food court at the Mall. Ricky Nellis absently ran his fingers
through his dark brown curls while listening to Bobby McCormick's
latest sally.
"Look, you guys," insisted Bobby, "its two weeks to the Prom,
and at the current rate none of us is going to get our dicks wet.
The "A" group is all taken, so we need to hunt down some
likely-looking second stringers, or we're either going to stay at
home during the most important night of our high school careers,
or we're going to go alone and stand around with our fingers up
our ass!" Bobby's turn of phrase was legendary. In every group
of boys there is someone whose job it is to remind everyone of
the basic truths of the world by bringing the most vulgar facets
of any situation to light. Bobby took this duty to be a sacred
trust, and had never failed to carry it out. The sandy haired 17
year old's ability to sprint had kept him from being severely
beaten after one of his outbursts more than once, quite aside
from making him a star of the school track team - but he was
irrepressible; some girls blushed when he entered the room,
knowing that he was going to tease them relentlessly. "Look
who's just gone titty pink!" was one of Bobby's favorite
conversation starters. "Surely there has to be SOME pussy left
that isn't too skanky to take out!"
Ricky again scratched his head, frowned, and said "Well, let's
take a look at the list. I think that if we dig a bit, there are
some hidden jewels out there. I'm not thrilled with the "A"
group anyway. Most of them are as dumb as a box of rocks!"
This, of course, was part of THIS group's problem - and Ricky's
in particular. The four boys in question - Ricky, Bobby, Tim
Vincent, and Terry Michaels - were considered to be the "Geek"
group - and Ricky was more or less their intellectual lead.
Ricky's frame had grown to six feet early in his teen years, but
it had taken a LONG time to put any weight on it to speak of.
While he was solidly muscled, it was long, rangy stuff that was
basically impossible to display effectively. Add to that the
fact that Ricky apparently had no reflexes (he thought about
everything, even simple stuff like catching a ball - which can be
murder on your timing), and you end up with someone for whom
sports - especially team sports, was an impossibility. Chess, on
the other hand, or computer programming, or intellectual puzzles
were another matter, and this could prove to be one. "Okay,
guys, who out there is pretty, but has been overlooked by the
mainstream?"
"Huh, I dunno. How about Dolores?" Tim offered. Tim was the
odd man in the group, in that he wasn't really up to the local
mental standard, and he knew it. But Tim was HUGE, even though
he was extremely gentle, and he used that asset to keep his
friends out of trouble with various bullies, while taking
advantage of their assistance when he needed help with
schoolwork. It was an excellent tradeoff - the group led a
relatively peaceful existence, and Tim was getting Bs instead of
Cs in most of his classes.
"Dolores!" Bobby rolled his eyes. "She's great if you like
having your balls kicked up around your spleen! Hi, Perky Tits!"
This last brought a scowl from Ricky, as it was directed at his
15 year old sister Dina as she bounded up. Dina shared Ricky's
dark hair, (although the texture was somewhat less curly), and
possessed clear blue eyes that could appear totally guileless -
or as cynical as a 40 year old hooker, depending upon her mood
and the situation. The "perky tits" in question were a set of
34Bs with little brown nipples (not visible just now, but the
whole group had seen them at one point or another at a pool party
or other get-together - Dina wasn't exactly shy about them) that
had apparently never seen a bra. At 5'4", Dina was just coming
into womanly hips, which only added to the draw of the bouncy way
she moved in her short skirts. Dina seldom, if ever, wore
slacks, claiming "You can't flounce properly in blue jeans!"
Dina was generally around when the boys got together; most of
them thought of her as "one of the guys" - but periodically she
provided them the signal service of providing them with the
female point of view on a subject. This was to be one of those
times - after snapping a quick grin at Bobby's greeting, she
inserted herself into the conversation with "Not necessarily.
Dolores only gets mean when she's not treated like a lady.
Unfortunately, black guys don't seem to understand the concept of
'lady' - so she lets them have it."
Bobby countered with "Well, she's into black meat, anyway."
"Don't bet on it," Dina countered, "they're there, but they're
not accomplishing anything. Her track record indicates that a
white guy might stand a chance if he could get through the smoke
screen."
Bobby frowned, and gave a grudging "Okay," and Tim began to look
thoughtful.
"What caused Dolores to come up in conversation?" Dina wondered
aloud.
"We're trying to hunt up some likely looking cooze for the
Prom," replied Bobby. "Since you're an expert, maybe you can
point out some desperate targets?"
"They'd have to be pretty desperate to go out with you!" Dina
laughed. "I'm willing to help, though. Kind of a matchmaker
thing..." And a gleam came into her eye. "Who else are you
looking at?"
Bobby countered, "Well, if I'm looking for a good ride, I guess
I could add 'Jack-off Jackie' Hardesty to the list! I hear she's
always good for a blow job!"
"And you would be both right and wrong. Jackie IS available,
because her reputation is shot. But she ISN'T an easy lay, and
the stories made up about her fail to mention that she was doped
and the victim of an attempted gang rape! It's a wonder she
tolerates boys at all!"
Bobby looked crestfallen. "Another urban legend debunked.
Since we're validating ALL of the loser's list, there's Polly
Fox..."
"Who is anything but!" Terry laughed. "What a stinker. I think
we can safely leave her out of the running." Everybody looked at
Dina, who nodded. "What about 'Butterball' Gianelli?" Terry
continued.
"Now THERE's a gem worth plucking!" announced Dina. "She's
sized up nicely since her early teens, and she's not really fat
anymore. But she's BIG. Take a cute chick and add 10%
everywhere, and you get Mandi. She's so shy from being teased
about her size," (this delivered with a glare at Bobby), "that
she has almost no social life."
"Okay," said Ricky, "We've got a few prospects. Let's show up
at the dance and see what shakes out? We don't have to limit
ourselves, either. Think about which of the girls we talked
about might be of interest, and we'll see who shows."
"Okay, see ya there!" said Bobby, who turned and sauntered off.
Terry excused himself, saying he had to head home. Tim
stood watching as the slight, brown haired boy departed. "You
know, Ricky, of the four of us, Terry appears to have the least
going for him. You're smarter, I'm bigger, and Bobby's got all
of the ego. Why does he hang with us?"
"He's a little younger looking, too," observed Ricky. "But
he's definitely one of us, and probably the nicest, too, not that
any of us isn't - except Bobby, of course. It's his innocence
that helps him to fit in. Come on, let's go to my house and work
on your algebra."
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