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Chapter 16
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 016
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 16
True Confessions
Marilyn eyed Dina warily, "Well, so long as it's just us..."
"It'll be just YOU - I'm just going to help with the preparation!"
Dina turned, and began ascending the stairs. Marilyn followed her daughter
into the master bedroom. "Okay Mum, not to abuse a cliché, but 'why don't
you slip into something more comfortable?'" Marilyn selected a floor-length
flannel item. "Jesus, Mum! Not that! How am I going to get you to relax
if you're already UNDER the mattress? You need something short and soft,
that allows a certain amount of access. How about one of Pop's T shirts?"
"Oh, all right!" Marilyn conceded with apparent ill-grace, while
recovering the item from a drawer. "But I keep my panties! That should keep
things under control!" The panties in question, a full-up cotton pair,
pink, in somewhat ratty condition, suited Dina just fine. They'd be no
loss...
"Okay, stretch out on the bed. Got your sleep mask? Why don't you
put it on? Gram says it will help you to focus on the sensations." Dina
was making this up out of whole cloth, but things were going well. While
her mother settled back, wearing the mask, Dina rummaged through the closet,
selecting a couple of her old scarves and a half-dozen of her father's
neckties. The headboard was somewhat monolithic, which might present a
problem... Ah, there was a gap between the frame and the box spring at the
corner... "Okay, Mum, What we're going to do is rub your arms and legs with
soft stuff - kind of an exotic sensory deprivation thing. Eventually, maybe
we'll get to your belly - but I'M not going to get into anything sexual with
you!" Dina got to work with the ties, forming the one at Marilyn's right
hand into a soft, loose loop. Then she began dragging one of the silk
scarves along the arm, working up from the wrist to the shoulder and
returning. After a couple of passes, she lifted the arm, bending it at the
elbow, and worked the upper side of the forearm. Finishing this, she
casually looped the necktie over the wrist as she dropped it back onto the
bed, not yet pulling it tight. Gratified that the process was working
(Marilyn was making comments like "My, that DOES feel nice - are you sure
that's all there is to it?") she repeated it on the left arm.
The legs presented a problem; Dina wasn't sure that tying out the
ankles at the corners of the bed would provide adequate access for later
activities. She almost outsmarted herself before deciding that if more
access was required, it could be obtained in process, and began a similar
procedure on the legs.
Robert and Rick were downstairs in the den, being candid with each
other. "How are things, really?" Rick asked.
"Pretty bad. I've actually backslid a couple of times under the
pressure of temptation - not that I wanted to, but..." Robert sighed.
"I know: 'A hard dick has no conscience.'"
"Too true. I had to get rid of an assistant. She was too much of a
distraction, and when she let me know she was willing... Too bad, too - the
current incumbent doesn't have near the business sense."
"What's the problem?" Rick asked.
"Things just got slower and slower. Your mother has this idea that
there is only one position - and total lack of variety has made it dull for
both of us. But I still need the occasional shot - something she can't
understand, now that it's so boring I can't bring her to orgasm. I thought
it was me, until I found out better, elsewhere. Problem is, I despise
myself for those escapades, and I blame your mother for it!" Robert frowned.
"A tough situation. They really think differently, don't they?"
"Yes, Son, they do. With them, it's always sex and something else -
whether the 'something else' is money, or power, or even love. If they
decide to dispense with something, it'll be sex."
"You know, maybe Mum needs to have less of her own way..." Rick
suggested, gently.
"I've always valued your mother's intelligence and treated her as an
equal." Robert declared.
"I know, Pop, but I've learned that sometimes women seem to want
things to be a little different in private..."
Robert grinned, "Based upon your massive experience? How much does
that total, at this point? That question is where we started, isn't it?"
"I, uh, well, I know how it works, first hand..." Rick stammered
out.
"Hmmm. For how long? How dumb have we been?"
Rick blushed, "Actually, you're doing pretty well, Pop. I was a
virgin when I left the house this morning."
"I have to ask you the required parental questions at this point,
Son. Did you use protection? Where were you? Will there be an irate phone
call from her momma?"
"I took rubbers - but she's on the Pill. We went through this - she
was a virgin, too, so disease protection wasn't an issue. We were in
Mandi's room. Her momma knows; Helen... approves of me." Rick blushed.
"Huh? I don't think I understand. How long have you two been
dating?"
Rick reddened, even darker than previous portions of the
conversation had produced, "Four pretty heavy days... I didn't even touch
her - except for dancing - until last night. Mandi's really bright - she
seems to be able to handle my little idiosyncrasies..."
Robert regarded his son critically, but without being judgmental.
"This isn't a casual thing, is it, Son?"
Rick looked his father in the eye, "No, Pop - I don't think I could
do much better at this point in my life."
"You haven't exactly been a ball of fire over dating, Son." Robert
chided gently.
"...And I won't, either. That's a known issue. I've been to enough
dances to know I'll never win a popularity contest. I've also seen what's
out there. I'm not exactly 'Joe Cool', Pop - at best, I'm an acquired
taste. Most girls just aren't equipped to appreciate my weird outlook - but
Mandi is! The other night, when I danced with Mandi the first time - well,
it was a novel experience. I went off and danced with a couple of other
girls, and phfft! - I passed one of them off right there on the dance floor
during a slow dance! A cheerleader!"
"Now, I hurt Mandi bad - she's shy - but when I came back and
explained, she listened and acted rational about the whole thing! Even
asked questions! Evaluated my responses!"
"You sure this is a girl?" Robert asked.
Rick blushed, but grinned from ear to ear, "There is absolutely no
doubt! Anyway, we danced again, and if anything, it was better than the
first! Friday night, I asked her to a movie - and we didn't get there
(Robert braced himself to hear about the necking). We sat in a restaurant
all evening, talking philosophy. I don't think I touched her all night, and
we were BOTH thrilled!"
"I'll be damned! I just KNEW you were going to relate some hot
action thing! Instead you tell me that you managed to engage her
intellectually for several hours! This girl sure sounds amazing!"
"You can understand why by last night I was in no mood to continue
holding her at arms length! Anyway, we went out with another couple, then
back to her house. I think I probably got to second base..."
"Son, that doesn't explain how you slid into home at 9:00 on a
Sunday morning!"
"Well, Pop, that's kind of one of the things that makes Mandi
special. She knows I like to play by the rules - so last night, she
proposed some."
"And?"
"I discovered a loophole."
"Whoa! Hold it! And she paid off?" Robert was totally incredulous.
"In blood! Literally! Without a quiver!"
"And her momma?"
"Stood there, validated the rules, declared I hadn't cheated, and
sent us upstairs!"
"Holy shit! I don't believe it! Women don't act like that!" Robert
was floored!
"I got witnesses! I'm telling you, Mandi's SPECIAL!"
"Her momma's no slouch, either! What's this about witnesses?"
Robert asked.
"Mandi's sister caught us and spilled the beans to Dina, and she
dragged Bobby McCormick over there. I came up for air after the second
pass, and they were standing there passing out scores!"
"If Bobby McCormick says it happened, I'll not argue... Okay, Rick,
out with it. Mandi's TOO perfect - what's wrong with her?"
Rick looked away, then back at his father from the corner of his
eye. "Well, Pop - she's big..."
"I should've guessed..." Robert started in.
"NO, Pop - I didn't say she was FAT, I said she was BIG! Remember
Julie Newmar? Mandi's like that - she's over 5'10". It's like somebody
took this beautiful chick and multiplied her by 1.2! She's real self-
conscious - I guess she was a porker as a kid, and her momma's pretty good
sized - but her sister's Denise!"
"Huh? Dina's friend Denise? Hot Pants Giannelli?"
"The same!"
"This gets weirder and weirder! Okay - normally, I'd rake you over
the coals for your foolishness, but it seems like maybe things have just
fallen REALLY QUICKLY into place! So, how far gone ARE you... (A look at
his son's face) ...Pretty far, I see. She's got you all tied down..."
Robert shook his head.
"If she does, it's MY fault! This is where we came in - me telling
that sometimes girls want something a little less than equal. Mandi's
proposed minimum relationship is just north of chattel slavery! According
to Mandi, I OWN her! I can do anything I want, from totally ignoring her
for the rest of my life, to keeping her on the side while married to someone
else! Her words!"
"Damn! She's either totally sincere, or that's the slickest con I
ever saw!"
"Rick fixed his father with a level stare, "At this point, I don't
care which!"
"Hmph. I want to meet her. And I want to meet her mother!"
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