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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 004
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: mf rom
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 4
Slow Dancing...
One song later, the lights dropped a good bit, and so did
the tempo of the music. All three couples were taken by surprise
by this development. Mandi looked around wildly for a moment,
but there was no way that Ricky was going to settle for the
meager time that they had spent on the floor. Mandi allowed
herself to be pulled gently into the loose circle of Ricky's
arms, discovering that they were of nearly equal height, and
thanking God that she had followed Dolores' advice and worn
flats. Ricky tried gallantly to maintain a minimalist contact,
placing his hands on her hips - but Mandi's bust proved to be
both their undoing. They were unable to maneuver without her
breasts coming into contact with his chest, and, within seconds,
Mandi was sporting a pair of very solidly erect nipples poking
half inch depressions in Ricky's chest. At Mandi's blush, Ricky
looked deep into her eyes for a moment, said "Relax, it's
mutual," and pulled her in against the raging hardon that the
contact had generated. Mandi gasped, giggled, sighed, and laid
her head on Ricky's shoulder - and Ricky was in heaven.
Jackie and Terry had been beginning to get winded. With the
tempo change, they collapsed together - and found that each fit
the other beautifully. From ten seconds after the music changed,
you couldn't wedge a playing card between them, anywhere. It was
impossible NOT to get aroused, but unthinkable that they be pried
apart - so both accepted the situation without comment. For the
next 20 minutes, they were a single organism - and it catalyzed
their relationship. They went from strangers to a committed
relationship in one trip to the dance floor.
Dolores and Tim were fresh, and the events of their intermission
had demolished Dolores' reserve. When Tim stopped, flustered, at
the change in the music, she flowed smoothly into his arms. When
he stuttered "I - I don't..." she put her lips to his ear and
murmured "Let's just sway back and forth, for now..." So he
gathered her in, locking his fingers behind her back at the
waist. Dolores melted against him amazed that one so strong
could be so gentle. Tim, for his part, was totally awash with
the sensations that close contact with her body provided, 'How
could anyone be so soft?' he mused muzzily. They swayed together
for a timeless interval, slowly moving toward actual dance steps.
Mandi and Ricky had adjusted to a position that could at least
be justified to the wandering chaperones. There was still no
avoiding Mandi's breasts, but, while each had one thigh inserted
between the other's, they weren't actually rubbing bellies. As
it was, the crotch of Mandi's panties was thoroughly soaked, and
had been since her pubic mound came into contact with the solid
bulge under Ricky's dockers. Mandi was supremely happy. Having
relaxed against Ricky, she was prepared to dance with him until
neither of then could move. Ricky was also overjoyed, but his
intellect distrusted the whole situation, reminding him that this
was his first time, and that he shouldn't get too wrapped up in
anything until he had more experience under his belt. Ricky
allowed this watchdog to yammer, but largely ignored it in order
to maintain his enjoyment of the moment.
The slow set only lasted for a couple of songs, however, and
when it was over, all three couples returned to the girls'
territory, where they were politely dropped off. The boys
retreated to where Bobby was holding down their previous location
to take stock. Terry confronted Bobby: "Bobby, we're friends,
but this one won't fly. If you don't go over to Jackie right now
and apologize to her, I'm gonna kick your ass!"
Bobby looked sidelong at Terry. Normally, the fact that Bobby
had an inch, 20 pounds, and experience on Terry would have
allowed him to laugh in his face. But tonight Terry had suddenly
developed a temper and a serious case of determination. So Bobby
decided to temporize, "Hey, I don't apologize. I've got a rep to
maintain!"
"But you were wrong this time, and you knew it," Terry rejoined.
"That's not your style!"
"You got me there," Bobby admitted, sheepishly, "Okay; I'll go
have a word with her." With that, he turned and marched across
the dance floor toward the girls.
Dolores picked up the approach, and said "Oh, Lord, here comes
Bobby again!"
"What in the Hell do YOU want? Didn't I make my point LAST
time?" Jackie burst out.
"Whoa, I'm lugging an olive branch, here!" announced Bobby,
"I've come to apologize!"
"Well, that's new..." said Jackie, somewhat mollified.
"You're right, but I had two good reasons," rejoined Bobby,
"First, I knew about what really happened before I made the
comments, and it's not my style to propagate a lie. So - I'm
sorry. I won't come off with that Jack-Off stuff again." He
turned to leave.
"What's the second reason?" Jackie wanted to know.
"Terry was very insistent..." Bobby turned back toward Jackie
and delivered this tidbit under his breath.
Jackie looked across the room and discovered Terry standing
there with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face. Hiding
her delight, she announced "Well, I still won't dance with you,
Bobby McCormick!"
"Given what I see going on between you and Terry, I won't ask!"
replied Bobby. As he turned to go, he grinned and murmured,
"Maybe at the wedding..."
Jackie gaped. Dolores simpered, "He got you again - clean this
time!" Jackie looked across the floor at Terry, planted her
hands on her hips, then beckoned him with a finger. Terry, who
had watched the entire incident to make sure the apology came off
properly, couldn't tell whether it had or not. Thus, it was with
some trepidation he presented himself in front of Jackie. "Did
you tell Bobby McCormick to apologize to me?" she demanded.
"Yeah - Did he?" he responded warily.
"Yes, he did, you wonderful man!" Jackie, wrapping her arms
around his neck, planted a solid kiss on Terry's lips. In an
excess of bravery, Terry pulled her in and went for seconds, at
which point things got serious. The tongue duel lasted a couple
of minutes, and left them both red faced, breathless, and
smiling.
Terry figured as long as he was rolling sevens, he might as
well up the ante. "So, are you going to the Prom?"
"Yesss...." Jackie replied.
Terry frowned. Maybe this was snake-eyes... "Who with?"
"You, silly!" came the response, and another tongue duel
commenced.
Meanwhile, Tim and Ricky had been deep in conversation,
bringing each other up to date. "So how are you doing with
Dolores?" Ricky wanted to know.
"I like her, and she's a sweet package on the dance floor,"
responded Tim. "What about Mandi?"
"She's great - incredible - but I can't help thinking that
I'm committing to something without having any other experiences
to compare it with," Ricky replied.
"Well," said Tim, "there are other fish in THIS sea - but
I'm not going to bother. I like Dolores a LOT, and I'm in no
hurry to look elsewhere. She's just.... I can't explain it...
right. I think if I play my cards right, a lot more than the
Prom is in the offing."
"Don't let Bobby hear you say stuff like that - Dolores
will hear it within 15 minutes, and in the worst possible way!"
Ricky laughed.
"Which is NOT how I meant it!" Tim responded, reddening.
"I like what I see when I look at Dolores, and I like what I hear
when she speaks, and I like the feel..."
"I get it, I get it!" Ricky rejoined. "Mandi is seriously
fantastic, too - but you know, I just can't rush into things.
When I snuggled up to her on the dance floor, I was happy as a
clam - but I wasn't using my brain for much."
"You do what you gotta," said Tim, "but make sure you don't
analyze your way out of something good. I saw the look on your
face when she laid her head on your shoulder - and I saw the look
on hers, too. Don't act so smart you get stupid!"
"Good advice," admitted Ricky. "I'll try to follow it."
"Well, I'm going back," announced Tim, "I haven't got
Dolores quite reeled in yet, and I don't want someone else
cutting me out!" With that, he turned and stalked off toward the
girls.
Upon his arrival, Dolores said, "I thought you'd NEVER get
back! What were you doing over there?"
"Guy things," Tim replied, grinning. "What made you think I was
coming back?"
"If you didn't, I was going to come after you!" Dolores
announced. "I'm not planning on letting you get away! You
know," she confided, "Terry asked Jackie to go to the Prom with
him..."
"Hmmph, that's peanuts!" was the rejoinder, "Wanna go steady?"
Dolores gaped, eyes like saucers, and her knees failed her,
causing her to crash land in the chair behind her. She lost her
breath for a moment, coming back to herself with Tim hovering
over her, saying "I'm sorry, Baby - I didn't mean to scare you to
death! Are you OK? I didn't mean to upset, you, honest! Forget
I said anything!" Tim was deeply concerned at Dolores' reaction,
and afraid he'd rushed things and screwed up, badly. It had just
popped out - and had seemed to be the right thing, at the time...
"Uh, uh!" Dolores gasped.
"What?" Tim frowned.
"I don't intend to forget! Did you mean it?" Dolores was
confused, swimming in the mixed signals, but there was an
important question hanging out there, and she intended to supply
an answer.
"Well, yeah!" Tim responded, defensively.
"Then the answer is 'Yes'", Dolores declared, wrapping her arms
around his neck and looking deep into his eyes. "If you really
want to, I'll go steady with you!"
"If I really want to! Jesus! Why wouldn't I want to?" Tim ran
out of words at that point - standing there, hanging over the
chair, staring into Dolores' eyes. The kiss followed naturally,
but Dolores had to stand to keep Tim from falling onto her. It
didn't interrupt things.
Ricky proceeded to obtain his reference data set, first by
dancing with Beth Johnson, the shy, thin, severe brunette who had
most of the academic awards sewed up. Beth was consumed with her
enthusiasm for reducing energy consumption, and thus made a
brilliant conversationalist - if you're in to reducing energy
consumption, which Ricky discovered WASN'T one of his
enthusiasms. Besides, Beth was, well, bony. She was tall and
narrow, and there didn't seem to be a spot on her that you
couldn't injure yourself on. Ricky sat her down after a single
dance. Sue Melanson, the bright bouncy cheerleader acceded to
the next fast dance. Sue was previously unattainable, but for
some reason she was at loose ends, so Ricky piloted her onto the
floor. The lights stayed on all of the time, but they swiveled
constantly - nothing and no one held her attention for long.
Ricky dealt with it through the first fast dance, but when the
next dance turned out to be a slow one, it quickly became
unbearable. The body was there, soft, warm, and cuddly, and she
allowed Ricky's hands to wander over a lot more of its surface
than he had any right to expect - but it quickly became apparent
that the reason for that laxity was that Sue was mentally
elsewhere, and at a new location every 5 seconds. Ricky found
this behavior to be flat unacceptable, and, when an opportunity
presented itself, facilitated the efforts of Fred Trafton, the
hulking right tackle on the football team, to cut in. Sue barely
noticed, despite the fact that Fred's huge paws settled directly
on her ass. 'Mission accomplished', Ricky thought, 'We have met
the enemy, and Mandi is a vast improvement'. With that thought
in mind, Ricky set off directly toward Mandi's shadowed corner.
Mandi had observed Ricky's efforts without the benefit of
understanding the reasons for them - and was thus an extremely
unhappy young woman. When she observed Ricky tucking Sue into
his arms at the beginning of the slow dance, the question became
not whether she would cry, but where she was going to do it.
Could she make the ladies room, or was she going to break down
right there? "What's wrong with me? Why did he leave?" Mandi
sobbed to Dolores and Tim.
Tim responded, "Nothing, absolutely nothing. Ricky just has
these rules he lives by. He can't just take the first thing that
comes along, he has to experiment - gather information - and make
informed choices. He told me you were wonderful, but - well,
sometimes intellect is a curse. Ricky can't get away from it -
everything is an experiment, or a chance to learn something new.
If he ever finds a girl who can make him put that away for a
while, he'll be a much happier person for it."
Dolores was agog. This was the most Tim had said all night, and
it spoke volumes about him! The giant was bright, lucid, and
insightful, as well as well-mannered and gentle! Wow!
Mandi, however, was understandably not mollified. "But how do I
compete with Sue?" she wailed.
"By being yourself," a quiet male voice replied from behind her.
Mandi turned to find Ricky standing there, his hand out. "Would
you care to dance?" he asked. Mandi said nothing. She locked
her somewhat damp eyes on his, placed her hand in his extended
one, and allowed herself to be drawn gently into his arms. "I'm
sorry I hurt you - it was unintentional," Ricky murmured, "Tim is
right. I had to know if every woman produced the kind of
reaction in me that you did. I had to react rationally, because
it was an extremely emotional reaction."
"And?" Mandi asked, quivering, uncertain.
Ricky felt the quiver, and pulled her in closer. "I found them
lacking. I kept finding the total package to be missing
something in each case. In some cases, I can describe it; other
facets, I don't seem to have a language for." Mandi detected
that this bothered him, and it brought her some distance along
the path to understanding Ricky's somewhat complex makeup.
Certainly, it validated Tim's assertions. Mandi began to relax,
and laid her head on his shoulder, facing away from him and
closing her eyes. Ricky was simultaneously operating on two
levels: He was thoroughly enjoying Mandi - touch, smell, (he
brushed his lips against her bare shoulder, causing her to
generate a cross between a wriggle and a shiver), taste, and the
almost overwhelming flood of emotion she created - while that
part of him that never stopped analyzing continued to attempt to
come to grips with something even it realized would be ultimately
indefinable. He began moving his hands up and down along her
sides, drifting onto her back, marveling in the incredible feel
of her body.
Mandi was in heaven. She was drinking in the sensation of
Ricky's strong arms enfolding her, surprised at the whipcord
strength in his lean body. Her nipples rubbed against his chest,
and his shoulder was SO comfortable to lean against. When his
hands began caressing her sides, she snuggled in closer so as to
afford him more room to move - and that was very nearly their
undoing. She moved her left leg between his, causing her pubic
mound to bump into his left thigh, which brought a flash of
pleasure as her clitoris was trapped between her pubic bone and
his thigh. Even after she backed off a bit, these contacts
continued to happen every few seconds. Mandi's panties were
soaked in less than a minute of this stimulation, and between it,
the caresses, and the friction of her nipples rubbing Ricky's
chest, she became incredibly aroused. Blood suffused her face
and chest to the point that Dolores noticed it from where she and
Tim were dancing a few feet away. "Mandi's sure enjoying
herself," she remarked.
Tim moved them to where he could observe, just as Ricky's
somewhat dazed visage came into view. "Ricky's not exactly bored,
either," he remarked, smirking.
Ricky's hands could not get enough of Mandi's body. It felt
so... rich? Soft? Supple? He couldn't define it, but he couldn't
get enough. Even though he kept to the "safe" areas between her
waist and where her brassiere would have been if she weren't
wearing the top with the integrated tube support, the feel was
incredible. When Mandi snuggled in and he began coming into
contact with her pubic mound, he became instantly rigidly
aroused. When Mandi detected this iron bar lying along her left
thigh, that was the last straw. She began to have a series of
mini-orgasms - little single pulsations of pleasure, with an
accompanying contraction of her vagina. She gasped as the first
of these hit her, and raised her head after the third of fourth
to stare at Ricky in wonder. Although Ricky's thigh was now damp
through his jeans, he was still largely unaware of the effect he
was having on Mandi. He looked deep into those wide green eyes
for a moment, then leaned forward to steal a chaste kiss.
Mandi was in no mood for chaste, however. Sensually overloaded
to the point where rational though was impossible, she took his
head in both hands, opened her lips, and ran her tongue across
his closed lips hungrily. Ricky, surprised, opened up, and she
proceeded to try to swallow him whole. They stopped moving
totally, while Ricky concentrated on giving as good as he got.
This may have been the only thing that saved Mandi from having a
screaming orgasm right there on the dance floor, but it also got
the attention of the chaperones. "Hey, break it up, you two!"
suddenly sounded close by, and a rough hand shook Ricky's
shoulder returning them to reality. "Go sit down a while, you
lovebirds!" the teacher directed gruffly, and they broke apart,
headed for the girls' gathering point. Mandi, already suffused,
blushed even more furiously, and Ricky's ears reddened
considerably, but Mandi's right hand remained in Ricky's left as
they left the floor.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" Mandi wailed, "You must think... I
never..."
"Sorry! What for? That was the most... uh... Wow!" Ricky
responded.
The song, which had been winding down, ended, to be
replaced by a faster number. The other two couples returned from
the floor. Mandi grabbed Dolores' arm and picked up Jackie with
her eyes "Let's got to the Ladies Room," she announced. The
others nodded and the trio moved off. As the door closed behind
them, Dolores remarked, grinning, "Well, Mandi, it looked like
you were enjoying yourself!"
"God! I'm SO embarrassed! Ricky probably thinks I'm a
slut!"
"What happened?" asked Jackie.
"Well, when we slow dance, these get in the way," Mandi
replied, gesturing to her breasts. "So they're constantly in
contact and my nipples get hard. Ricky started rubbing my sides
and back, so I tucked in to give him more room to reach."
"Girl, you don't want him grabbing your ass on the second
dance!" exploded Dolores.
"No, no Ricky kept it perfectly clean - above the waist and
around back. But it felt WONDERFUL - he has such strong hands -
I'd have LET him cup my ass! Anyway, when I tucked in, we ended
up with our legs interlaced. Even after I backed off a bit, I
kept bumping my clit on his thigh. My panties are soaked!"
"That's not so terrible..." opined Jackie.
"But it doesn't stop there! Between the nipple rub,
bumping my clit on his thigh, and those wonderful hands, I
started CUMMING - little firecracker ones - and I couldn't stop!
When he kissed me, I was ready to take him down on the dance
floor, and sit right down on his... his..."
Dolores roared with laughter, "That's cock, baby! You
wanted his cock!"
"Boy, did I!" Mandi grinned. "If we had been in any kind of
privacy, he'd have had my cherry, right there!"
"Damn, Honey - you're still cherry?" Dolores asked,
unbelieving.
"I am, too..." said Jackie diffidently.
"Will wonders never cease!" said Dolores. "Well, it looks
to me like you're both doing well for yourselves..." She managed
not to let the fact that she was, too, slip out...
"But what is Ricky going to think of me?" Mandi wailed.
"His left jeans leg is SOAKED, and I don't have to tell you what
it SMELLS like! And I almost attacked him right on the dance
floor! He's gonna think I'm some kind of nympho!"
"Don't feel too bad - Terry had me going all gooey
inside..." Jackie admitted.
"I'm guessing he figures that he just let the tiger out of
its cage..." Dolores replied, "...which is good for his ego. If
you're REALLY worried you can let him know that you've never
acted like that before..."
"The absolute truth!" Mandi interjected.
"...Which should keep him going down the right path - the
one that leads him to the belief that he's a great lover, who
sweeps innocent girls off their feet!" Dolores finished,
smirking.
Jackie guffawed.
"Well," said Mandi, defensively, "It's working for me!"
"All the better. Ricky's a smart cookie, and if it wasn't
the truth, he'd sniff it out!" Dolores counseled.
"He's sniffing, all right!" Jackie giggled, and Mandi
reddened.
"Well, nothing clouds the male intellect like the smell of
wet pussy!" Dolores chuckled, leering. "Let's go back out, so you
can apologize for attacking him!" The girls finished primping
and paraded back to their spot beside the dance floor.
Meanwhile, the guys were getting their consultation in
place: "What happened to you?!" asked Tim.
"I dunno," said Ricky. "Mandi and I were dancing - and it
was GREAT, too! I started rubbing her back, and she scooted in
and we got kind of sandwiched with her crotch on my left leg..."
Ricky touched the leg in question, discovering what body heat had
disguised thus far - that it was wet! "Waitaminnit..." Ricky
smelled his hand - ambrosia! The top of his head almost came
off! "Holy shit! I've got pussy juice all over me!" Tim rolled
his eyes, and slapped his forehead, and Terry collapsed in
uncontrolled laughter. "The little minx was getting off on my
leg! No wonder she almost sucked my tonsils out when I kissed
her!"
"Man!" Tim exclaimed, "You must've had her smokin'!"
"I guess so!" said Ricky, with a huge grin plastered across
his face, "I had a hard-on like an iron bar, but I guess I didn't
realize just how much I was doing for her. There was the nipple
rub, bumping her pussy against me, and me going to town with my
hands - plenty of reason to get a little over-excited!"
"Take it easy on her," Tim cautioned, "She's probably
embarrassed to death!"
Ricky joined in the general laughter. "So, how are you
guys doing?" he asked.
"Great!" Tom replied. "Dolores is a wonder. I asked her
to go steady!"
"Jesus! Based on a couple of dances!?" Rick exclaimed.
"Yeah...Well...She said 'Yes'!" Tim replied. "Some things
are just too good to let go of."
"Well, okay," said Ricky, doubtfully. "How about you,
Terry?"
""I'm good with Jackie for the Prom - and I think it's
going to go a good deal further. She's really sweet, and somehow
I made an impression..."
"Wouldn't have anything to do with you strong-arming Bobby
into an apology, would it?" Ricky winked and grinned.
"Probably didn't hurt..." Terry returned the grin, "But
that's not why I did it!"
"And that'll get you even more brownie points!" Tim
laughed. "Here they come!"
The girls arrived, Dolores and Jackie tucking themselves
beside their newfound escorts, and Mandi sidling up to Ricky.
"Uh, Ricky, I'm sorry about what happened out on the floor....I
don't normally act like that! Things just happened, and I got
caught up in it..." She touched his jean leg, felt the dampness,
and blushed scarlet. "Ohmigod! I'm SO sorry!" she gasped.
Ricky grinned, and hugged her. "What for? I'm flattered
that you felt that comfortable with me!"
"But you're...wet!" she wailed.
"Relax, Mandi! You could drown me in that stuff and I'd
die grinning from ear to ear! I may never wash these jeans again
- they're a trophy!" Mandi hid her face in his shoulder,
terminally embarrassed, for two or three minutes. Ricky was
happy to let it go on.
After several more fast dances, in which one or more of the
couples participated, things wound down to a final slow song that
got everyone onto the floor. Mandi and Ricky were careful not to
enjoy themselves TOO much... And then it was over. After a
little restrained necking in the parking lot, everyone moved to
their vehicle and made their separate ways home. Ricky, having
recovered his usual shyness, just barely managed to blurt out
"You want to do something tomorrow night?" getting a quiet
"Okay!" from Mandi in return, before he was picked up by Tim.
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