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Chap 19
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 019
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 exhib
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 19
"Monday morning, you sure look fine..." - Fleetwood Mac
Monday found what had been two distinct groups slowly accreting as
one. As Terry plopped at his usual on the bench seat of one of the picnic
tables on the grass between the gym and the parking lot, Tim stopped leaning
on his somewhat bedraggled car, and ambled over. "Hey, Terry, how's it
goin'"
Terry looked up at his friend, "Okay. Do anything this weekend?'
"Went out Saturday with Dolores. Doubled with Ricky and Mandi. Had
an interesting run-in with her old man..."
"Bet that's one helluva story." Terry got tired of craning his
neck, and hopped up on the table top. "How's it looking with Dolores?"
"I'm happy. She's a handful - and fun to be with."
Terry looked at Tim critically "Have you 'been with' her?"
"Naw. We necked a good bit over at Mandi's after the movie. I'm
not gonna rush her - I don't want to piss her off before the Prom."
"Makes good sense." Terry nodded.
"You see Jackie?"
"Went rollerblading Saturday. Lots of IM. Her mom's kind of touchy
- we've been ducking both our parents..."
At this point, Rick arrived, stalking in from the parking lot.
"Hey."
"Hey," Tim replied. "You ask Mandi to the Prom yet?"
"Yeah," Rick's eyes became hooded.
"And?" Tim asked.
"It's all set." Rick said, quietly.
Terry, watching this byplay, interjected, "Something's up. What are
you NOT telling us?"
"Nothin'," Rick replied, looking innocent.
"Couldn't be much - Mandi let him round second base on Saturday
night - then basically told him he didn't have to start out in the batter's
box next time," Tim related.
"Huh?!" said Terry.
"You know how Ricky is about rational behavior and rules for social
interaction..." Tim began.
"Yeah - I like most of those rules!" Terry replied. "People tend to
act weird."
"Well, Saturday night Mandi delivered a new set of rules. She told
him that if she let him see something of hers, he didn't need to go to a lot
of effort to get her to let him see it again."
Terry's brow furrowed, "There are implications here - I still don't
understand..."
"That's what Ricky said!" Tim grinned. "Okay, it's like this:
Suppose Ricky spends all evening working on Mandi and finally gets to feel
up her left tit. If he just gets to cop a feel, he has to go through the
whole rigamarole next time (although it'll probably be easier). But if
Mandi opens her blouse and SHOWS him her tit, next time he just slides his
hand in her blouse - no muss, no fuss!"
Terry's eyes saucered, "No shit! What a deal! I gotta get Jackie
to buy off on THAT one!"
Tim grinned, "Dolores wouldn't and I can't blame her. Those rules
virtually guarantee that she loses territory on every date!"
During this whole explanation, Rick had held his silence, blushing.
Terry studied him, "You're onto something, Tim, but he still hasn't opened
up!"
"There he is!" Bobby roared, bounding up. "The king of the cherry
busters!" Bobby proceeded to genuflect toward Rick.
Tim and Terri exchanged a glance. "What's this?" asked Tim.
Bobby grinned, "Yesterday, our esteemed colleague, Richard (now to be
known as Rick) Nellis, overcame his slow start in the Cherry Popping Derby,
zooming around all of us and grabbing the checkered flag!"
"Excuse me?" Terry blinked. "And how come you know all about it?"
"I wheeled up at Rick and Dina's just after Denise called Dina to come
a-runnin' - because Rick and Mandi were doing the horizontal mambo in
Mandi's room."
"Yeah, sure..." said Tim, doubtfully.
"Hey, I'm a witness! I got there just in time to catch the tail end
of Rick ripping off his SECOND piece!"
All eyes turned to Rick, who blushed, and looking at Tim, mumbled "I
remembered the loophole..."
Tim lost it, laughing uproariously. He had to sit down on the bench
to catch his breath. Terry looked quizzically at Tim, who upon catching his
breath elaborated, "Rick TOLD her there was a loophole somewhere in those
rules!"
Mandi, Dolores, and Jackie arrived together at that moment. Mandi
looked around, blushed, and said "I gather that I'm the subject of this
conversation?"
"Yeah, but it's not Rick's fault," replied Terry. "He was keeping
mum. We were trying to tear the info about why he looked so smug out of him
when Bobby arrived, and spilled the beans!"
"A gentleman doesn't tell," announced Rick, archly.
Mandi positioned herself in front of Rick and leaned back into his
encircling arms. Dolores and Jackie stood there, looking confused. Mandi
looked at Dolores, blushed, and said, "I didn't get a chance to tell you yet
- Rick and I - uh...." Rick squeezed her in reassurance. "We slept
together."
Assorted female eyebrows went up. Bobby chimed in, "Only they weren't
sleeping - they were very definitely fucking!"
"Bobby!" Rick exclaimed. "Jesus!"
"Well? If it's a spade, call it one! In this case, it was a cherry -
more likely two! Hi, Perky Tits!"
"Hi, Lover!" Dina replied, joining the group. "Blowing the lid off my
brother's sexual escapades?"
"Yeah - they don't all seem to get it! Bring those things over here -
I want to play with 'em." Eyebrows went up all over the group. Dina settled
into a position with Bobby mimicking Rick and Mandi's - except Bobby's hands
went UNDER Dina's top when he wrapped his arms around her.
Dolores sat on Tim's lap, and Jackie plopped down on the table next to
Terry. "This sounds really public," Jackie observed.
"It wasn't supposed to be!" said Rick, sourly.
"It wouldn't have been, if Mandi's door locked!" Dina laughed. Denise
caught 'em, and called me. I dragged Bobby along for the ride. There were
three of us standing there when Rick rolled off!"
"Rolled off!" Rick complained, rolling his eyes, "That's gross! Are
you taking lessons from Bobby?"
"Maybe..." Dina replied. "Hey, I thought you were going to play with
these!" she whined, glancing at Bobby, then at her chest.
Bobby shrugged, and suddenly the protrusions in Dina's tank top
developed finger ridges. "Never let it be said that I passed up an invite to
do that!" he grinned.
More eyebrows raised at this activity. Dolores began unconsciously
wiggling on Tim's lap. Jackie looked up from where she had propped her head
on Terry's shoulder, "Is this the sex club meeting? Are Rick and Mandi not
the only ones that got lucky last weekend?"
Bobby assumed a pedantic tone. "'A gentleman doesn't tell!'" he
quoted, mimicking Rick.
Snickering, Tim riposted, "And you were a gentleman - when?" prompting
even louder laughter.
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," Rick apologized. "I tried not to allow our
relationship to come under discussion by these vulgar individuals, but..."
he gave Bobby and Dina the fisheye.
"I don't mind, Love - I'd have wanted to brag about it, anyway! It
was only the most wonderful Sunday morning that I've ever experienced!" She
turned her head and kissed him on the cheek, smiling.
Dolores complained, "Okay, so we all know what happened - some of us
in glaring detail - but I don't understand WHY! Saturday night, you guys
hadn't really gotten THAT far - I think Tim and I were ahead of you!" She
reached up and rubbed Tim's cheek, continuing, "So - what happened?"
Rick and Mandi looked at one another, then Rick undertook the
explanation, "Remember Mandi's rules?"
"Rules?" Jackie interjected.
Mandi took up the thread, "You know how Rick is always on about how
irrational people are, and how there ought to be rules for social
interaction?" Jackie nodded. "Well, we were necking at my house on Saturday
night, and Rick was limited by what I was wearing. I didn't see any reason
why he should work hard to get at skin on my midriff and back that he'd seen
and touched on our first date - I love the feel of his hands - but I needed
to make it clear to everyone in the room that I wasn't just throwing myself
at him when I took off my blouse. So I announced some 'rational rules' to
cover our necking. I told Rick that if I let him touch something without
seeing it, I reserved the right to make him work at getting there again -
but if I showed it to him, it was his without asking - that I wouldn't deny
him the access. This allowed me to pull off my blouse, and let him rub my
sides and back - I went to the dance in a halter, remember? - but what was
under my bra was still disputed territory."
"Oh!" Jackie's eyes were as big as saucers.
"Rick told her at the time that he thought that there might be a
loophole..." Dolores recounted.
"And I remembered it as I left," Rick resumed the explanation.
"Friday night, while we were discussing other things, Mandi let slip that
she generally went for the Sunday paper more or less naked. I couldn't
remember the details at the time Mandi published her rules, but something
hung in the back of my mind. As we were leaving, I spied a housecoat draped
over a chair in the living room, and it triggered the memory. When I
realized what the frequency was between opportunities, I decided that I
didn't care to wait another whole week!" he finished, blushing.
Mandi took up the tale, "I dashed out to pick up the paper, naked
under an open robe, and there was Rick, sitting on the porch with the paper
in his lap! I locked eyes with him bent over with my hand out - he could
see everything from the top of my head to my toes!"
Ricky laughed, amid the general gasp of appreciation, "Her nipples
crinkled almost instantly!" he related.
Jackie was entranced, "But wasn't that cheating?"
"Absolutely not!" Mandi replied, "Especially since he'd warned me that
I might be setting myself up!"
"He did, too... I remember!" Dolores interjected.
"So you just took him upstairs?" Jackie queried, still stunned.
"Well, there was a somewhat embarrassing interview with her mother
first..." Rick amplified.
"I'd like to have been a fly on the wall during THAT conversation!"
Tim observed.
"It couldn't have been THAT bad - when we got there, she was actively
defending his right to be there to Denise in the kitchen while we were
listening to them go at it in Mandi's room!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Holy shit!" "That's SO cool!" and "Wow!" came from the various
listeners.
"I still can't believe that you just gave it up!" Jackie exclaimed.
"Jackie, I WANTED to give it up! When I locked eyes with him, and saw
that smile, I got soaking wet before I even straightened up! Saturday night
had left me so hot I couldn't sleep! Besides - he earned it - if only
through audacity!"
Rick looked over at Tim, who was grimacing. Dolores had been
squirming on his lap more and more as the salacious details were recounted,
and the stimulation had apparently provoked a reaction. In fact, as far as
Rick could tell, she was unconsciously dry-humping his growing erection.
Rick grinned wryly and asked "Problems, Tim?"
"Yeah," Tim replied, blushing, then addressed Dolores. "Baby, could
you hop off and - uh - figleaf me for a sec? I have to make an adjustment."
Dolores frowned, while the nature of the request penetrated,
"Sure... Oh! OH!" She hopped up, glancing down at the bulge running along
Tim's pant leg. "I'm sorry!" She looked away, and moved to stand in front
of him as he stood up, facing away from him - but it was clear from the
blank look on her face that she was reprocessing the image.
Tim bent a bit and reorganized with a sigh. "Okay, Baby." Dolores
spun around to apologize further, glanced down, and froze in shock! Tim
was, well, larger than most. In his hurried adjustment, he hadn't taken
enough care, and the knob of an obviously sizeable erection was peering
above his waistband. Dolores gasped, and stared, mesmerized.
Rick detected the issue, and confided, "Uh, Tim - You missed..."
Tim looked down, murmured "Oops!", and glanced up again into
Dolores' eyes - but she was looking down, with an expression mixing fear and
desire in equal parts. Tim whirled around and readjusted his clothing so
that his shirt covered the offending member.
Bobby, detecting the byplay, could not fail to bring it out. "Hey
Dolores, are you just discovering why they call him 'Hawgleg Vincent'? How
do you think he wins all of those wrestling matches? He scared his
opponents to death with that thing!" This sally brought an appreciative
titter from here and there within the group.
Dolores ignored him, however, staring into Tim's eyes. After a
moment, she stepped forward and flowed into his arms, providing with about
as inarguable a statement of her position on the subject as could be issued.
There was a collective gasp as the implications sank in.
Bobby turned his attention to Dina, "Speaking of things going wrong
in underwear, what kind of panties are you wearing? You still doing that
little girl stuff?"
Dina blinked, "Pink, cotton, uh - little flowers..."
"Jesus. Little girl stuff. You're MY woman now, and I've got
standards! Get 'em off."
Dina blinked, then reached under her short skirt, dropped them
around her ankles, stepped out of them, and, bending from the waist,
retrieved them. She handed them to Bobby, who examined them disdainfully.
"You're a woman now - I don't want to see you in these things. I want you
to go out and pick up something that SAYS you're a woman!"
Mandi looked at Rick, "Do you want mine? They're basically the
same..."
Rick appeared to give the whole thing a lot of thought. Basically,
he decided that - Dina already having attracted some attention - having
Mandi repeat the process might cause a circus. "No, but it might be a good
idea if you updated things a bit."
Mandi blushed. "Okay, I need some new stuff, anyway."
Bobby handed Dina back her panties, then stepped up close and
reached down to cup her pubic mound. "I was going to keep these as an
object lesson, but that's not public property - it's mine! Put 'em back on
- later - but get something nice to replace them. Next time I see your
little clam, I want it wrapped in lace!"
"What do you want me to get?" Dina asked.
"Use your best judgment - remember, I'm gonna be looking at them,
and it should be a pleasant experience. Surprise me!"
Everybody was already surprised by this byplay. Nonetheless the
other two couples reacted. Dolores was wearing capris - there was no way
she was going to prove anything, one way or the other. She and Tim just
looked at each other. Tim shrugged. Jackie looked at Terry, and whispered
"I wear French Cuts, anyway - the others are too baggy." Terry grinned
back.
Dolores looked up. "We better make the bell." She picked up the
girls with her eyes, "See you at lunch?"
A collective nod from the other girls started movement toward class.
Rick looked at Bobby, "See me later - I need to talk to you about...
something else."
Bobby nodded, hoping he wouldn't get trashed.
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