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Chapter 50
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 050
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 50
Saturday morning: Reach out and touch someone...
Helen Giannelli awoke to the sound of the ringing phone. Blearily,
she rolled over and poked the snoring hulk between her and it, "Mandi, get
the..." Her voice trailed off as the realization that the long, hairy arm
draped across her chest below her breasts did NOT belong to her daughter
dawned. Meanwhile, the phone stopped ringing - Mandi had evidently gotten
it from her room. Helen went back to the welter of emotions generated by
the fact that for the first time in several years, there was a MAN in her
bed...
She began softly rubbing on the arm, toying with the sandy hairs
that covered it. A bleary red eye and a face showing the marks of hard
slumber appeared, and a gravelly voice murmured plaintively, "Jesus, Woman!
Let a man get his rest! I can only manufacture a quart or so of the stuff a
day..." Nonetheless, Big Al rolled over and cuddled up against Helen, his
morning erection draped across her left hip. Then he stuck his tongue in
her ear.
"Oh!" she exclaimed flinching in surprise. Playfully, she swatted
his arm. "You keep doing THAT, and I guarantee you won't get any more
sleep!"
Big Al settled down, sticking his nose against Helen's neck and
inhaling woman-scent. As far as he was concerned, all was right with the
world. It was Saturday morning, and for the first time in a long time, he
was snuggled up to a husky hunk of sweet delight. Helen actually was a
closer fit to Big Al's concept of the perfect woman than his wife, Millie,
had been when she was alive; love doesn't always arrive from the expected
direction. Big Al had loved Millie dearly, but compared to Helen she was a
mere wisp...
Helen was now wide awake, but she wasn't going anywhere. She lay
there, happily cataloguing her sensations. Between her legs was the
gratifying feeling of being well used; in fact, she was somewhat tender -
nothing to worry about. The satisfying weight of the arm draped across her
chest was backed by the wall of muscle pressed against her left side, and
the iron bar of flesh bouncing periodically against her hip.
Unfortunately, this happy reverie was to be short-lived. Mandi
tapped on the door, bringing the portable phone with her. "It's Miz
Hardesty, Mom, and she sounds pissed."
Helen took the phone. "Any idea why?" Mandi shrugged. Rick came
in behind her, wearing only a pair of boxers as Helen put the phone to her
ear. "Hello?"
"Mrs. Giannelli, this is Jennifer Hardesty -"
"Jackie's mother, right?" Helen interjected.
"Yes." There ensued a short pause while the tirade got back on
track. "I thought that the activities at your home were going to be
supervised?" Jennifer huffed.
"Well, I didn't intend to sit them down and glare at them all night,
if that's what you mean. I was here the whole time. There were three other
couples, my other daughter, and, later, Mr. McCormick. Under normal
circumstances, I should think that a crowd that size would keep things from
drifting too far..."
"Well, it didn't! My daughter had oral sex with her boyfriend there!"
Helen's eyebrows raised. "They did? Hang on a moment..." Turning to
Mandi, she asked, "Jennifer says Jackie and Terry had oral sex here last
night. You know anything about that?"
As Mandi was shrugging her shoulders, and Rick was shaking his head,
Denise stuck her head in the door. "Yeah, they did it in the den. That's
about the time I was coaching Dolores on how to give a proper blowjob.
Terry got it into his head he owed her some face, and ripped her panties
off. It was quite a sight!" Embarrased chuckles filled the room. Turning
to Mandi, she added, "Better tell Mama about Gino's."
Helen fixed her younger daughter with an eye. "We're going to need to
discuss your credentials as a sex educator..."
Big Al opened up, "I wouldn't if I were you!" causing Helen to blush
furiously.
She tuned her reddened face to Mandi. "Gino's?"
Now Mandi reddened. "Uh, Dina started a very public series of
blowjobs in a back booth at Gino's. By the time it was over, Jackie had
done Terry, and I had done Rick. Dolores and Tim didn't have room. I'm
thinking that Dolores was just catching up," she amplified, looking at
Denise, who nodded.
"Are you still there?" burst from the phone.
Helen grimaced, "Yes - I'm investigating. Hold on a bit longer,
please." Turning back to Denise, she asked, "Okay, who started it - you and
Dolores? Terry? Tim?"
"Terry. He and Jackie have been keeping a low profile for both their
folks, and they just let go. They got hot, and Terry shucked Jackie like an
ear of corn. One second she was fully dressed, the next she was naked from
the waist down. I'd have never believed it if I hadn't seen it!"
Helen shook her head, sighing. She addressed herself to the
telephone, "It appears that semi-private was private enough. I gather that
the poor dears were having so much trouble finding someplace where they
could express themselves in peace that they went a little overboard."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Hmm? I understand that they both feel a bit stifled at home..."
Helen changed the subject, "I understand it was all quite consensual. The
witnesses all agree about that..."
"Witnesses? Consensual? Are you calling my daughter a slut?"
Jennifer blustered.
"Absolutely NOT!" Helen snapped. "Anybody with one functioning eye
can tell that Jackie and her boyfriend are very deeply into each other and
no one else! And I've never seen Jackie act with anything other than total
decorum with anyone else! Having sex with your significant other isn't
whoring around. I know the difference, I assure you!"
Denise took this comment between the eyes, despite the fact that it
was unintentional. She whirled and ran from the room, crying. Helen looked
up, blinked, and mumbled "Oh, Gawd..."
Turning her attention to the phone, she addressed Jennifer, "Look,
you, I have other fish to fry right now. If you didn't keep your daughter
in a cage, maybe she wouldn't back up to the bars! You should be happy that
the pair were at least comfortable, and that their friends are good ones who
won't publish their business all over school! This whole thing could have
happened cramped in the back seat of a car - something that happens all too
often with these things - and all the couple gets out of it is discomfort
and possible pregnancy! Are we done?"
A short silence ensued, followed by a quiet, "Uh, yes..." Helen was
unaware of it, but she'd inadvertently scored two direct hits in 30 seconds.
Jennifer slowly lowered the receiver, having been hit between the eyes with
the circumstances of Jackie's conception all those years ago.
Helen tossed the receiver to Mandi and hopped up. "Turning quickly to
Al, she declared, "I've got to go try to fix this!" Al nodded, and she
dashed from the room, throwing a robe over her nakedness. Racing down the
hall, she entered Denise's bedroom. Denise was sprawled face-down on the
bed, crying bitterly into a pillow. "Sweetie, I didn't mean you!" Helen
cried.
"Maybe you didn't - but it's true, anyway, isn't it?" Denise's
response was interspersed with sniffles. Helen kept mum, seating herself on
the bed and regarding her youngest daughter with sad eyes. After a moment,
Denise crawled into her arms, shoulders still heaving.
They sat like that for a while, not speaking, while Denise drew
comfort from her mother's embrace. Finally, she wiped her eyes and
declared, "I told Timmy and Dolores last night that I'm done with the wild
stuff. Timmy's brother Eddie has been kind of hinting that he might be
available, if I can settle down. It'll be tough, and it won't be very
platonic, but I'm going to give it a try. If Eddie doesn't want me, though,
things are gonna be bad. I don't see how I can hold out long enough to live
down my reputation!"
Helen frowned. "Do you like Eddie?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah!" Denise enthused. "He's sweet! He's a big part of why I'm
trying to settle down - basically, I hold him off because I don't want him
to think he's just another 5 minute wonder, and he holds me off because he
doesn't want me to think he just wants in my pants. So we avoid each other
- because if we got together, one of us might get the wrong idea. I like
him a lot, and I'm pretty sure it's mutual, but..."
Helen smiled. "As confusing as that sounds, I think I understand it.
Good luck! Your sister and I are always there if you need help." She
hugged Denise, and stood up. "I guess I'd better look into breakfast; we
seem to have houseguests!"
Denise grinned slyly, "Yeah, so what's the deal with Mr. McCormick?"
Helen shook her head, mildly amazed, "I don't know! It was like a
chemical reaction or something! Put us in the same room, and BANG!" She
grinned, "What's more, he doesn't seem all that inclined to come to his
senses!" The grin broadened. "And I'm not tossing him out, that's for
sure! I never came so many times in my life!"
Jennifer sat by the phone, too stricken to be angry at Helen's parting
shot. She decided that it was probably dumb luck that Helen had so
accurately described the circumstances of Jackie's conception, but it hurt,
anyway. And the implication that she was driving Jackie the same direction
stung.
After a while, she worked up some righteous indignation and decided to
make her second call. Obviously, this boy Terry had actually made his
advances in public! It was time to discuss this behavior with his parents,
by God! Picking up the phone, she called the Michaels.
Ellen answered. "Hello, Michaels residence."
"Hello, this is Jennifer Hardesty."
"Hello, Jennifer, what can I do for you?" Ellen asked.
Ellen was slow coming to suspicion. Just as the warning tingle
started in the back of her mind, Jennifer lowered the boom: "Your son had
oral sex with my daughter last night! In public!"
Ellen absorbed the outburst, took a moment to reacquire calm, and
replied, "I know. He told me."
"Well, what do you think about that?! What are you going to DO
about it?" inquired Jennifer indignantly.
"I have to admit that I was less than thrilled. Then I realized
that I was partly to blame. Every time they would come home together, I'd
watch them like a hawk. They got no peace here. Undoubtedly, they got no
peace at your house. What were they to do?"
"Abstain - That's what they could have done!" replied Jennifer
hotly.
"Did YOU at their age? Have you observed them closely? I've never
seen a couple so attuned to each other. How long do you think they can hold
out?"
"But in PUBLIC? What were they thinking?"
"I don't know - but they were obviously of one mind. Besides, it
wasn't THAT public, as I understand it. There weren't THAT many people at
Giannelli's, and they're all in their inner circle of friends. I'm sure
they weren't alone in what they were doing, either. Better there than
having the police roust them out of a parked car."
"You're not upset?" Jennifer was incredulous.
"Sure, I'm upset. But they didn't actually have intercourse, and,
anyway, Jackie's on the Pill, isn't she?"
"That doesn't mean I expect her to be promiscuous!"
"I don't see that she is. As I see it, she has one sexual partner -
Terry. And he has one partner - Jackie. Anyone who has watched them for 15
minutes knows that at this moment in time, there's no possibility of there
being anyone else. That's not promiscuity - that's a committed
relationship. Terry's talking about love, and I've no doubts about his
seriousness."
"So we just overlook it?"
"Jennifer, they're high school seniors! College is on the horizon!
How are you going to control Jackie then? Better that we earn their trust,
so that we are able to help and guide them. If we go too far, we may force
them to do something rash. I like Jackie. I think she and Terry make a
good couple. I'm going to do my best to move them in the right direction -
but I'm NOT going to do anything stupid like tell them they can't see one
another. The way they're acting, we could drive them to elope!"
Jennifer was quiet a moment, as THAT idea sank in. "Terry is
apparently coming here tonight. I will NOT allow them to have sex under my
roof!"
Ellen replied calmly, "That seems fair - it's your house. Where
will they go then? Someplace public? As for me - I'm not going to make any
declarations on the subject. I think I'll wait and see."
"I can't BELIEVE this!" Jennifer screeched. "I want you to control
your son!"
Ellen sighed, "And how do you plan to control your daughter? What
they did was VERY consensual - and VERY mutual. Nobody raped anybody. Your
daughter was a more than willing participant. Besides - and I've already
said this - I don't think we can control either one of them. I'm just
looking to be able to influence them."
"Fine! Goodbye!" Jennifer was beside herself with rage. Her
daughter had had sex with a boy in public and NOBODY CARED! Ridiculous!
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