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Chapter 24
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 024
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: F-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 24
Brainstorm
Meanwhile, time had not stopped elsewhere. When a very nervous
Bobby McCormick presented himself to Rick immediately after school, Rick
said "Relax - I'm not gonna kill you! As a matter of fact, I need some time
to organize what I want to talk to you about. Let's talk tomorrow." A very
relieved Bobby nodded and got out of sight. Rick waited ten minutes before
Mandi came along, chattering with Jackie and Terry. The boys nodded to one
another. The girls were discussing clothing; Mandi was preparing to
"update" her wardrobe, and was soliciting advice from Jackie. Given the
major differences in build and minor differences in coloration, Jackie's
comments weren't always directly relevant - but ideas were flowing. The
group merged, then split into two couples. Mandi and Rick began walking to
Mandi's, and Terry ushered Jackie into the front seat of his car, a slightly
dilapidated Subaru station wagon, for their ride home.
Rick and Mandi got about a block down the street, holding hands,
when Rick decided it was safe to let Mandi in on his latest brainstorm.
"Uh, Mandi? I was looking at a couple of loose ends that we might have to
deal with, and I came up with an idea. It's pretty controversial, though -
one of those things that ought to work if everybody has good sense, but
probably won't..."
"Do we have a problem, Love?" Mandi moved closer, sliding into her
lover's arms for protection against bad news, thinking 'Please, God! It's
only been a day!'
"No, Sweetheart - not us! At least, not directly..."
"Okay, then tell me..."
"Well, the subject's a little touchy. I don't want you to think
badly of me...."
Mandi kissed him gently, so Rick continued, "Dina's doing this thing
with Bobby, and it's going to lead to sex - soon. I'm afraid that Bobby
will screw it up - go off too fast, or something - and then blame Dina to
cover his embarrassment. I don't want to see her hurt..."
"Okay..." Mandi didn't see where this was going.
"I need to get Bobby some experience." Rick related diffidently.
Mandi flinched. "If you really want me to..."
"NO! I didn't mean YOU! I'm not handing you around! Maybe someday
we might do something with another couple for fun or variety - but I don't
plan to share you with ANYONE ANYTIME SOON!" Rick asserted.
"Then I'm not sure I understand..." Mandi murmured, confused.
"Okay, let me finish. You're not the ideal candidate, anyway -
you're experience level isn't all that high. Besides," he continued,
assuming a lofty expression, "I've spoiled you for lesser men!" The lofty
expression morphed into a grin.
"I'll say!" Mandi laughed, hugging him.
"Okay, here comes the touchy part. On the other side of the
equation, we have your mother..."
"No! You REALLY plan to provide her with a flow of 16 year old
boys?" Mandi laughed, then catching Rick's expression, stopped, stunned.
"You're serious?"
"Well, Bobby's not 16 - except maybe between the ears. I want him
to know what he's doing when he takes Dina's cherry! The flip side is that
it would take the edge off for your mom!" Rick defended his idea
vigorously. "I will do what I have to do to keep peace in your family, but
I'm there for YOU! We've had this conversation before! This would be a
one-off but it would be a lot better than nothing. I'm sure she could tease
two or three loads out of Bobby, if she works at it!"
"The idea IS elegant - but it probably won't work," Mandi predicted.
"You're right, it makes too much sense."
"Can you help me sell it to your mother?" Rick asked.
"Hmmm. Well, I'll try. You haven't hit Bobby with this yet, have
you?"
"No. I figured I'd better have everything lined up first. Bobby
will balk, because he will see the whole thing as bad for his reputation if
it gets out - but exposure to the temptation of real sex will bring him
around."
"Okay, we'll start with Momma. Don't get your hopes up, though."
Mandi cautioned.
On arrival at Mandi's, the pair settled in the den, mixing homework
with a certain restrained quantity of light petting. Helen wasn't home;
apparently, her shift didn't end until 7:00. Once homework was done, the
petting heated up, but didn't proceed beyond some serious breast mauling.
Rick was nervous about being caught with his pants down. He was also
apprehensive over the presentation of his brainstorm to Helen. A bit after
5:00, he departed to check in at home, leaving Mandi well kissed but
simmering in her own juices. Since the plan called for his return around
8:00, neither of them saw this as a serious problem.
Helen arrived home a bit after 7:00, tired, a bit sore, and with her
nerves a bit jangled. She had had a couple of nice looking male customers,
to whom she had turned on the charm. While both had tipped well, neither
had done much to take advantage of the situation. She had done a bit of
fantasizing on the way home, which had left her with the mixed bag of
emotions, and added a bit of depression. Observing her on arrival, Mandi
assessed her condition as good for Rick's plan, but bad in that she was
going to need company tonight - and Rick had spoiled Mandi for girls on the
first pass. Mandi went and got her a margarita, and had it ready for when
she returned downstairs.
Helen lingered upstairs in her room, however. She shucked out of
her waitress uniform and took a shower, then lingered, disconsolately
examining herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. If truth be
told, Helen wasn't bad looking for her type; while she was definitely
overweight, she carried it well. Her breasts were huge - 44DD - and of
course they didn't stand out under their own power anymore - but they didn't
droop to her waist, either. They were losing to gravity, but the fight was
still on. While her belly was definitely rounded, and there was a roll or
two between her breasts and her pudenda, there wasn't a great shield pad of
fat. Helen was built wide, and most of the extra was to be found on her
hips and lower back, blending around to her - well, large - ass. Even that
wasn't gargantuan, given her overall size; you just couldn't miss it. There
were dimples on the outer slope, just below the saddle of her hips. Helen's
thighs were also heavy, but her legs were close to being proportional with
the rest of her, rather than being pipe stems. Her calves actually
developed a fetching curve in stockings. All of these things (in slightly
lesser amounts) had attracted the lust of her ex husband - but the
voluptuous dark Italian beauty of his secretary had pulled him away when she
thickened after the birth of their second child. Helen sighed, and pulled
on a translucent coral dressing gown with a ruffled collar, loosely belting
it.
Arriving downstairs, she found Mandi waiting in the den with the
margarita. "Thanks, Dear!"
"You looked like you needed it," Mandi replied.
"Where's Denise?"
"Out. Mumbled something about Dina's. If she's there, we'll know
it soon - Rick's due any minute." Mandi cocked her head, awaiting Helen's
reaction to this bit of news.
"Christ!" she said, disconsolately, "I have to dress, too?"
Mandi looked her in the eye. "I wouldn't," she declared, frankly.
"Rick and I have spoken about us (the flick of her hand indicated herself
and Helen, rather than Rick) at some length. While he's here to see ME,
he's willing to help reduce tensions around here. In fact, when he gets
here, he wants to talk to you about a brainstorm he had."
Helen's pulse quickened. Having seen Rick in action, the prospect
of sharing a bit of that fantastic cock with her daughter was enough to
increase the itch between her legs. But what was this 'brainstorm'? She
glanced at Mandi to see how underdressed she was, and was gratified. Mandi
was wearing (or coming out of) a thin tank top, braless, over loose shortie
pajama bottoms. The flowered bottoms were so loose that Helen could see
Mandi's pudenda clearly through the leg hole and the skewed gusset. On
another night, this outfit might have been a clear invitation for girl-girl
fun; tonight, it was clearly for Rick's benefit. "He's not staying over, is
he, Dear?" Helen asked, thinking 'I've got to start laying in more supplies
if we're going to have a man around the house...'
"I don't think so. It's a school night." It was clear that Mandi
was more than ambivalent.
"Is your homework done?"
Sigh. "Yes, Momma, we did it before he went home to dinner."
"Sorry, Dear. You know how I worry about your grades."
"Education before fun is Rick's thing, too." Mandi replied, just the
slightest bit waspishly.
'Oho!' Helen thought. 'She hasn't had any yet!' She smiled,
ruefully. "That good, huh?"
Mandi's eyes glazed. "Oh,God, Momma! Heavenly!"
There was a tap at the door, and Mandi sprang to get it. She
returned with Rick in tow. "Good evening, Mrs. Giannelli." Rick offered by
way of greeting.
"Helen, Dear. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"
She began to rise.
Rick, being male, conscious, and at about normal body temperature,
took in the contents of the loose dressing gown from neck to crotch - and
Helen was more than mildly exposed. He covered the scan, however, replying,
"No, no thanks - I just came from dinner. I'm fine."
Helen resumed her seat, ensuring that her breasts swayed in the
process. Mandi frowned slightly, then her expression cleared as Rick
squeezed her hand in reassurance. "So, Mandi tells me that you have some
kind of proposition for me..."
Rick's eyes said 'I heard you - quit fucking around!' quite clearly
in the pause before he began to speak. Helen allowed herself to look
chastened. "Okay," he began, "there are a couple of situations brewing here
that could cause several of us problems. I propose that we mix two of them
to cause a reduction reaction - let them cancel each other out."
"I'm listening."
"I figure it's only a matter of time before Dina gives her cherry to
Bobby. I don't have a problem with that in general, but I'm afraid Bobby
will screw it up, leaving Dina hurt, physically or emotionally. Bobby needs
experience - soon!"
"And?" Mr. Magoo could have seen THIS coming... Helen certainly
did!
"You have certain, uh, unfulfilled needs - and LOTS of experience...
If this offends you, we'll say no more about it..." Rick's voice trickled
off.
"You haven't offended me - yet - but the McCormick boy is BOUND to!"
Helen declared.
Rick blushed. "That was also MY assessment. He may refuse outright
- it might affect his 'image' negatively if it got out - and he's bound to
say something stupid. Question is, can you rise above it and get control of
the situation?"
"I can probably handle his mouth until I can get him wrapped around
my little finger," Helen replied confidently, "Question is, will HE rise to
the bait?" Again, she stood, this time blatantly posing.
Rick looked at the fur patch above her pussy, and the tawny brown
areola adorning the huge breast peeking out of the dressing gown. The thing
HAD to be 2 1/2 inches across, and the nipple in the center had to be 3/4 of
an inch long, and almost as thick. Rick visualized Bobby trying to fit the
whole thing in his mouth. He felt a stirring in HIS groin. "He'll rise,
all right. If I prep him a bit, and we place him in a situation of extreme
temptation, he might not even open his big mouth!"
Helen smiled. "When will we put this grand plan into effect?" she
queried.
"ASAP. Tomorrow. I don't want to waste a day, training him. One
problem - (he blushed) - aside from being female, you and Dina don't have
much in common...."
Helen simpered. "I'll try not to spoil him for 'little' girls!"
"It's settled, then. I'll prep him and bring him by, after school."
Rick confirmed.
"How are we going to present the whole thing?"
Mandi piped up, "How about this? Rick and I come home, and start
making out, somewhere close enough that the noise carries. That should turn
you both on. You can wear something revealing, and be there when he gets
hot!"
Rick looked sidelong at Helen. "I like it..."
"Me, too," Helen replied. "I'll wear something loose and revealing.
We might actually keep him from being too obnoxious! I get off at 2:00 -
should be no problem!"
"Good." Rick crushed Mandi to him, to her obvious delight. "Uh, if
you'll excuse us?"
"Go on," Helen sighed. "I guess I can wait one more night..."
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