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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 011
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: rom mf oral
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 11
Never on Sunday...
Mandi woke at a bit after 8:00 a.m. having spent a miserable night
trying to overcome the frustration that Ricky had instilled in her. She
generally slept nude, but nightclothes would have gotten in her way, anyway,
while she attempted to quench that fire. Since clothing was a casual thing
in the Giannelli household, Mandi didn't bother to dress before going
downstairs, opting to grab a light robe and carry it over her arm, "just in
case". Helen sat at the kitchen table, yawning, "Coffee's on, Dear. How
was your date last night?"
Mandi plopped into a facing chair. "It was wonderful, Momma! The
only problem I had with it was that it didn't last long enough!"
"Why, Dear - did you come right home after the movie?" her mother
asked.
"Well, yes, but we spent some time necking in the den!" Mandi
replied, "Momma, I laid out some rules for Ricky - and everybody seemed to
think they were kind of risky! Can I get your opinion?"
Helen smiled, "All right, Dear, but this is an ancient game you're
playing - I don't blame others - especially other girls - if they're
surprised at new rules being proposed!"
Mandi shrugged, and said, "Well, I don't like prick teasing, and I
couldn't see any sense in Ricky having to start all over again, asking
permission to get at ground he had covered previously, so I told him this:
If I let you touch it, but not see it, it's disputed territory - you can
come back, unless I say otherwise, but I control access. If I let you see
it, however, it's conquered territory, and I do NOT grant access - you own
it and can do with it what you wish!"
"That DOES seem kind of brave - but pretty fair!" Helen allowed.
"What did Ricky say?"
"Ricky was concerned - he said he thought that I'd left a loophole
somewhere, that might come back to bite me, and he wanted to know what I
would do if it did?"
"And how did you respond?"
Mandi grinned, "I called his bluff! I told him that as long as he
wasn't actively involved in tearing my clothes off, I'd live within the
rules!"
"Well," Helen said, pensively, "He has to know that your position is
defensive, and cannot last for the long term - if he gets to hold territory
he's already conquered, then he's free to conquer new territory.
Eventually, you'll run out - but that's what you want, isn't it?" This last
was delivered with a twinkle and a grin.
"You're right! I can't wait!" Mandi exclaimed. "Ricky loosened up
last night, and started to really get into it - and I'm STILL hot!"
"Well, those rules seem to be eminently fair - and Ricky is big on
being fair - so I don't see how they could fail to be appropriate. I also
don't see how they could result in ruining your reputation, so go with
them!" Helen urged.
"I already am!" Mandi replied, "I took off my blouse last night
because Ricky had already experienced a halter. I didn't want to deny him
skin he'd already had!"
Helen laughed, and asked, "Would you get the paper?" Mandi nodded and
turned around to go to the front door. The paper boy USUALLY hit the porch,
but... Mandi threw on the robe, not bothering to close or belt it. She then
threw open the front door, bent over, and reached for the paper... which was
lying in Ricky Nellis' lap! Ricky was sitting tailor fashion on the porch
facing the door, a position which gave him the full effect of her extended
position and the open robe. Mandi's shocked green eyes met Ricky's amused
blue ones, and she muttered "Oh, Lord!" while reflexively taking the paper
from his extended hand.
"I remembered the loophole... That's one helluva view!" Ricky
observed. And indeed it was! Mandi was bent forward from the waist, the
open sides of the robe framing her breasts, her cleavage granting a view
across her belly to the patch of mouse-brown hair covering her exposed pubic
mound. Ricky waited, anxious to discover Mandi's reaction. Was this going
to work, or would she cry 'Foul!' and renege on the rules she had dictated
the night before? Would this little piece of audacity seal their
relationship - or destroy it?
Mandi looked down across her body. She was exposed, all right - she
could see the fringes of her own labia. She looked back into Ricky's eyes
and exclaimed "Oh thank GOD! Ricky Nellis, do you have ANY idea what you
did to me last night?"
"Arouse you a bit, did I?" he asked, smiling. Mandi was going to
play fair! Wotta gal! "I've GOT to touch those!" he exclaimed, eyeing her
pendant breasts.
"Well, they're no longer disputed territory!" Mandi replied. "In
fact," she added ruefully, "nothing else is, either!"
Ricky beamed as his hand cupped her left breast. "Mmmmm, that feels
nice!" he exclaimed.
Mandi gasped as his thumb dragged across her erecting nipple, "It sure
does - let's go inside!" She extended the newspaper, which Ricky grabbed
with his left hand, unwilling to release the breast he was manipulating, and
used it to help pull him to his feet. As she turned, it became evident that
he was going to have to release his captive, anyway, so he slid his hand
down her arm to grasp her hand. Once they were inside and the door was
closed, she dropped the robe in a puddle on the floor, whirled, and placed a
torrid kiss on his lips, while his hands dropped to cup her asscheeks.
Again taking his hand, she made her way to the kitchen. "Momma," she
announced, "I'm going back to bed!"
Helen looked up, reflexively accepting the newspaper as she detected
Ricky looking back at her over Mandi's nude shoulder. She blinked, thought
a moment, and said, "So, I gather that you remembered the loophole you
warned Mandi about? How did the way Mandi goes out for the paper come up in
conversation?"
Ricky, who had slid up behind Mandi and wrapped his arms around her
waist, picked his chin up from her shoulder, blushed, and replied "Well, YOU
were the subject of conversation, actually... I had asked Mandi why you
don't have hot and cold running men coming through here, and Mandi offered
the lack of local reaction to her behavior as evidence that not every
opportunity gets seized!"
Helen chuckled. The boy DID have a way about him... She decided, on
the basis of her limited exposure to him that she liked him - which was a
good thing, considering that he had apparently just taken possession of her
daughter! Mandi was standing there, totally nude, happily pressing herself
back against her boyfriend as he slowly rubbed her belly and the undersides
of her breasts. "Well," she observed, "you've certainly seized this one!"
Ricky flinched. He was facing his second big test of the morning.
Would Helen put a stop to this foolishness, knowing that if Mandi went
upstairs with him now, neither of them would be virgins when they came back
down? "I don't want anyone to think what I did was unfair. When I warned
Mandi, I couldn't remember exactly what the mistake was - or I'd have told
her. I didn't remember until I was leaving..."
Mandi gasped, "So THAT's why you looked at Momma's housecoat funny
when you passed it in the living room last night!"
Ricky smiled, "Yeah, that's when the flash hit. After that, it was
just a matter of time - and I discovered that I was impatient! But if you
think I took unfair advantage..." He lifted anxious eyes to Helen.
Helen, a bit embarrassed at the mention of the housecoat, closed said
housecoat - which was HER only item of apparel this morning, and had been
revealing quite a bit - and regarded Ricky seriously. "Mandi discussed the
ground rules that you two were operating under with me just a minute ago,
and I passed on them. She also told me that you expressed concern over their
fairness, rather than immediately taking advantage of them, and that you
warned her that she might be exposing herself more than she realized." This
last was delivered with a raised eyebrow glance at Mandi that brought a gasp
and a chuckle. "Rick, from what I can see, Mandi has conceded that you were
operating in an open, above-board manner. I, who have far more experience
with men than my daughter, find your conduct to be absolutely exemplary.
From where I sit, Mandi has made her bed, and will be happy to lay in it -
so run along upstairs! I'll be by to look in on you later!" she added,
winking.
Anxious as he was to hear this verdict, Rick was using Mandi's nipples
for stress relief, absently twisting and pinching them. Mandi was weak in
the knees, awash with the sensations, and they had virtually solidified at
3/4 of an inch long, atop tightly crinkled aureoles. Upon receipt of this
very solidly put 'go' signal, he let go and stood there for a moment,
backstopping Mandi as she got full control of herself, then took her hand
for the trip upstairs.
Mandi was jubilant! While Momma had previously offered tacit approval
of an eventual first sexual liaison with Ricky, she, too, was afraid that
being presented with 'here and now' as the circumstances would cause an
instinctive withdrawal of that approval. What actually occurred went beyond
hope, never mind expectation!
Helen watched as the pair dashed for the stairs, sighing. It was the
end of an era - Mandi would undoubtedly be a woman when she came back down
those stairs. On the other hand, it appeared that she could not possibly
have done better in selecting a male companion. While she could undoubtedly
have quashed the incident she didn't have the heart to do it in the face of
Mandi's obvious happiness. All she would have done was to drive them
underground, which would have driven a wedge between her and the pair.
Better that they have this memorable moment in time in a comfortable and
supportive environment!
Rick was somewhat surprised at the relative austerity of Mandi's room.
There was a simple bed, and a simple chest - all neat and clean - this was a
far cry from Dina's collection of Teddy bears, frilly knickknacks, and piles
of makeup and hair care products scattered over every horizontal surface.
But Mandi didn't give him much time to look around; on entry, she went
straight to the neatly turned up blankets and bedspread and threw them to
the foot of the bed, then turned to pull Rick down to sit beside her. Rick
began an unimpeded exploration of the beautifully nude young woman before
him as Mandi worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Somehow, she managed to get
it unbuttoned without ripped buttons flying across the room - but then she
ran into his T shirt! Her moan of frustration helped him to reassert
control over himself. "Relax, B... (what WAS he going to call her as an
endearment? Not 'Baby'!) Honey, we've got all day!" He stood up and pulled
off his shirt, then shrugged out of the T shirt. Mandi dropped to her knees
in front of him and began untying his running shoes. Rick was somewhat
bemused - he had always imagined this moment as a running battle conducted
in the dark in the back seat of a car, with him needing six hands - three to
keep the girl aroused, one to remove clothing... Instead, Mandi was in a
tearing hurry to get him as naked as she was, as soon as humanly possible.
Rick was still remembering the multiple limbs scenario as he reached for his
zipper - 'What did I need those other two for? Oh yeah, the r...' Rick
stopped, looked sheepish, and reached into the pocket of his jeans, fishing
out a pack of rubbers. "I brought these..." he announced, reddening.
Mandi looked up from the shoe extraction exercise (she was holding his
left one so that he could step out of it). Her brow crinkled for a moment,
while she examined the unfamiliar package, then comprehension spread across
her features, and with it a smile. "That's sweet, Ricky, but we won't need
them - I'm on the Pill."
Rick again reddened, "Uh, what about diseases?"
Mandi looked into his eyes, "Have you ever...?"
Ego tempted him to dissemble; then he realized that it would be a
stupid thing to do. "Uh, no..."
Mandi returned her attention to the shoe, "Then that's not a problem,
either."
Ricky stepped out of the shoe, swallowed his pride, and gave voice to
the third reason, "Uh, well, it might keep me from getting too..."
Mandi looked up, eyes wide "Oh!"
"I want the first time to be good for you," he amplified,
unnecessarily.
"But it's YOUR first time, too! Besides, I want to feel YOU, not some
rubber thing!" She thought for a moment, while the extraction of the second
shoe took place. "I know! We'll 'take the edge off'! You CAN go more than
once, can't you?" she asked, looking at him sidelong.
"Huh? No doubt!"
"Good! I want to see it, and touch it... and taste it..." she said,
smiling into his eyes, "and I'm sure that you want to do similar things to
me..." Sock retrieval began.
"We aren't talking about 'eating pussy' are we?" Rick asked.
"Well, yes..."
"HOT DAMN! That's something I just KNOW I've GOT to be good at!" Rick
exclaimed. He pushed his jeans toward his feet, then started working his
feet out of the legs, placing one hand at a time on Mandi's shoulders for
balance. The left sock came with the leg as he worked himself clear. Mandi
stared mesmerized by the way his jockey shorts were tented out. As soon as
the jeans went flying, she grasped the waistband of his shorts, pulled it
out to ease the extraction, and pushed them to the floor. Rick's cut 8
inches nearly bopped her on the nose as it bounced up on it's way to slap
against his belly and stand there quivering. That he was ready for action
was undeniable. Nonetheless, he took her hands and helped her up, then sat
beside her on the bed. He then wrapped his arm around her shoulders and lay
back, taking her with him, rolled up sideway onto his elbow, and leaned down
to kiss her.
The kissing went on for several minutes, and while it was passionate,
it was also tender. This, while not cooling their ardor, allowed some
control over it. After a while, Mandi broke a kiss, and looked up into
Rick's eyes. "How would you describe the current state of our
relationship?" she asked, searching his face.
Rick, taking her seriously, ruminated for a bit, and responded, "I'd
say that we have a 'committed relationship'."
"That's fair," said Mandi, "but it's not the whole truth. I don't
think you understood everything I said last night. Hang on, because I just
might scare you with this!"
Rick took one of her hands, and idly traced the backs of her fingers
with the index finger of his other hand, then looked up, "Go ahead."
Mandi looked up into his eyes. "When I told you 'You own it', I was
being literal. I'm yours, to do with as you wish. In everything else, I'm
my own woman - unless it conflicts with your wishes. You own me. I'm your
woman - bought and paid for."
"This is like a master-slave thing?" Rick asked, "What if I decide to
turn you loose? I'm not much on slavery - it doesn't fit my world-view."
"If you just free me, I'll be mildly disappointed. If you leave me, I
don't know WHAT I'll do!"
"Okay, what if I accept you conditionally - until, if and when it
becomes evident that you are better off free?"
"That's well within the scope of things. You can free me at any time.
You can do anything you want. You are not required to date, or even have
sex, with me exclusively. You can have me and a girlfriend - or me and a
wife!"
"Like THAT's gonna work! Okay, but I define the relationship, right?"
"Absolutely!"
"I own you - what do you get out of it?"
Mandi dimpled, "You'll find that masters have responsibilities. I
just wear the chains - you have to hold them!"
"I can sort of see that - but it's fuzzy. I think it's something I'll
have to learn - I don't have enough data to predict anything. In the
meantime, I intend to continue to define our relationship as 'committed'."
"OK. Can I touch it?"
"Yes, sweetheart, you can touch it."
"Ricky?"
"Hmmm?" he asked distractedly, as he resumed massaging her right
breast.
"One good thing about this - you don't have to ask!"
"'That way lies selfishness.' Okay - my first pronouncement as your
Master - You MUST tell me when something pleases you; conversely, you MUST
tell me when something I am doing DOESN'T please you!"
"You sneak! You just obligated yourself!"
"That's right! What are the chances that I would knowingly hurt you?
The flip side is you HAVE to tell me when I'm doing something that makes you
climb the walls - and since I'll KNOW it works, I can be merciless with it!"
Rick declared with an evil grin.
"But then I can't selflessly serve your pleasure!"
"I want to make love to you, not masturbate with your pussy!" Rick
roared.
Mandi's eyes got huge and her voice got small. "Oh!" she squeaked,
"I'm sorry!"
"Shut up and kiss me, Wench! (I always wanted to call a girl
'wench')!" Mandi came in full bore, and they tongue-wrestled until both
were out of breath. Mandi would NOT let go of Rick's cock; she was
fascinated with the feel of it. She had it full out, too - it was as big as
Rick had ever seen it (over 8 inches), the head was absolutely purple, and
shiny from stretched skin. He decided if he was going to give a good
account of himself, he needed to give as good as he got. "Okay, Sweetheart,
you want to meet my cock up close and personal, and I want to know all about
pussy." He started to scoot up on the bed. "I'll lie flat. You swing that
pert fanny around and straddle my chest so I can get an eyeful!" Mandi
followed instructions, and found herself face to face with that fascinating
cock. What was that dripping from the head?
"Okay! So, these are labia", (he traced them with his finger - and
Mandi gasped.) "Mighty wet down here!" And it was - Mandi was so aroused
that she could probably have taken a two-by-four, from a pure lubrication
standpoint. Rick took a finger, and, starting at the tailbone, dragged it
down her ass crack past her spasming anus, across her perineum, and up
between the labia, opening them and wetting his finger from the damp tissues
inside. He ended the swipe by flicking her clitoris. Mandi gasped again,
and her whole crotch spasmed. "This must be your clit," he said, peeling
back the protective hood so that it stood out like a children's Number 1
pencil eraser, then blowing on it. "How does that feel? You're not telling
me..." he teased.
"G-good!" she gasped.
"But not good enough? Ah, Hell, I can't wait!" Rick leaned up and
wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, then started drubbing it with his
tongue. Mandi's back arched, and her eyes rolled up. "Oh...oh...oh...oh..."
she moaned as his tongue tapped the stiff little nub. Meanwhile, Rick's
nose had found her vaginal opening of its own accord, so he poked it in.
The smell of aroused woman was incredible, and so was the taste! To inhale
was nirvana! Rick let go of her clit and ran his tongue down her inner lips
in a broad swipe, picking up her lubricant and savoring the flavor. The
labia retracted, displaying the coral pink valley and the darker opening of
the vagina between them. Rick sharpened his tongue and drove it into the
opening, and Mandi drove herself onto it with a rising whine. This went on
for about a dozen strokes, then Ricky applied another flat lap, starting at
the clitoris. Mandi arched again. Rick stopped to chuckle - and that was
his undoing. Mandi took advantage of the momentary respite to focus on his
cock, and she immediately tried to swallow it, whole. It was Rick's turn to
arch, galvanized. The hot, buttery feel of Mandi's mouth was indescribable!
In his surprise, he drove his penis even deeper down Mandi's throat,
momentarily burying it to the hilt.
Surprise kept Mandi from gagging until Rick realized what he had done
and withdrew enough to let her breathe, and pride kept her from doing it
afterward. 'Wow!' she thought 'Deep Throat! The FIRST TIME!'
Rick realized that he had only seconds left, and he was damned if he
was going to leave Mandi wanting. He latched onto her clitoris, holding the
stalk gently in his teeth and began to simultaneously suck it and batter it
with his tongue. Mandi again stiffened, and began gurgling
"Ng...ng...ng...ng...ng!" urgently around Rick's buried cock, which sent
delicious vibrations all through it, increasing the rate of Rick's approach
to climax. Moment by moment, Mandi's sounds became more urgent, while she
bobbed her head furiously on Rick's distended cock. Mandi began to quiver,
and her legs stiffened, threatening to break Rick's contact with her
clitoris. Rick wrapped both hands around the saddle of Mandi's arched lower
back, imprisoning her against his lips and tongue as she began to thrash and
muffled screams leaked out around the grip of her lips on his cock.
Finally, she stopped - dead - and squealed loudly around his cock as her
vagina began rippling with a massive climax. The feel of her spasms, the
taste of the sudden rush of her juices, and the humming vibrations on his
penis brought Rick past the point of no return. There was no thought of
withdrawal - the way Mandi was pinned, it was physically impossible for her
to back off it much, and he was afraid to let her move on her own for fear
she would injure herself - so the first jet of semen went right down Mandi's
throat. Rick, trying to retain enough sanity to solve the problem through
the sensory haze of his own powerful orgasm, was saved the concern when
Mandi began almost unconsciously sucking and swallowing for all she was
worth! Rick just blew and blew and blew! Finally, exhausted, Rick let go
of Mandi, allowing her to drop back and down beside him, releasing his penis
- but still making little sucking faces like a baby waiting for a formula
bottle. Mandi was basically unconscious, drifting on another plane. Her
world had been rocked! Rick was a bit more conscious, but no less in the
grip of post-coital lassitude.
Mandi came back to herself, lying gasping, savoring the taste of
Rick's semen, her first conscious thought being 'Strange flavor - kind of
coats the tongue. Nice, though...' Rick lunged up, flipped end for end,
and pulled her to him for a kiss.
Denise walked through the door wearing panties and nothing else,
yawning. "Jesus, Mandi! Don't you think you're getting a bit carried away
with that - HOLY SHIT! RICKY!" Bug-eyed, she turned and fled.
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