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Chapter 71.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 071
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 71
Wasted apologies
Tim collected Dolores that afternoon and drove her home, a move that
was already assuming the familiarity of habit. As soon as the car was in
motion, Dolores scooted up next to Tim, put her head on his shoulder, and
dropped her hand into his lap. Tracing the outline of his slowly erecting
cock through his pants, she inquired, "Tonight?"
"No, not tonight." Tim's voice was a study in exasperation. Who'd
have thought HE'D be holding HER back!
"Are you sure?" she teased, trying her best to make the teasing of her
fingers unbearable, "It's gonna be okay, since yesterday..."
"I know." Yes, yesterday morning had been an eye-opener. Caught with
his own cock in his wife's mouth, Marcus Brown's protectiveness of his
daughter had basically gone by the boards. Tim could have had her yesterday
morning, in her own bedroom, but - dammit! - he was trying to make it
special!
"Then why? Why do we have to wait?" Dolores' voice was an urgent
whine.
Thus far, Tim had been able to keep the details of his plan secret -
although it had taken two hours of glorious 69ing to make her tired and
satiated enough not to press the morning before. Tim loved her love nectar,
and she'd provided it in copious quantities while humming around her efforts
to ingest his entire cock. She must have choked a hundred times, and he'd
been wet from navel to knees with her saliva before she was satisfied with
her efforts to get MOST of his cock in her throat. He'd cum three times,
and to be frank, today he was a little sore...
Dolores had laughingly told Mandi during third period that she'd about
had her clit tongued off, but she'd been wistful when talking about Tim's
cock. Mandi had smiled 'that smile' - the one that goes with the glow of
satiety. Mandi had that glow constantly these days, and Rick? Rick seemed
to be stronger, more masterful and confident every day. They were
definitely VERY good for each other... 'Why is Tim waiting?' Dolores
wondered. 'I've been ready for days, and he knows it! What's wrong?' As
Tim pulled up in front of Brown's, she caught his eye and gave voice to the
query, "What's wrong, Sweetie?"
"Nothing," Tim was gruff from the effects of the teasing - both types,
"I just want it to be right, is all."
"Sweetie, we could do the bunny hop right here in the car in broad
daylight, and it would be 'right' as far as I'm concerned!" Dolores
exclaimed. "What're you waiting for?"
Tim sighed, and gathered her in, cupping a breast. He'd have to tell
her, or she'd get weird ideas in her head... Lack of communication can ruin
a relationship. "Look, Baby, Rick and I went to some trouble to get real
nice rooms - a suite! - for after the Prom. I want to do this in comfort,
and in a place of my own choosing, after a wonderful evening. I want this
to be just perfect for you! I don't wanna have to worry about somebody's
parents busting in, or having to be quiet, or not mess up the bed. I wanna
be able to give you everything you want, for as long as you want, without
any distractions - except maybe listening to Mandi moaning next door!" That
last thought brought him a wide grin as he uttered it.
"Oh! Oh, that's SO sweet!" Dolores snuggled up and bussed him one, a
little teary-eyed. "I thought maybe you'd decided you didn't want me!"
"Huh! Not likely! Okay if I come back about six?" Tim looked at her
sidelong.
"Sure. What d'ya want to do?"
"I figured we'd just snuggle and watch TV - unless you want to do
something else?"
"Well, I had something in mind, but I guess it'll have to wait 'til
Saturday!" Delores winked and grinned as she extracted her books. "See ya
later, Sugar!"
"Bye, Baby!" Tim wheeled off to do his homework.
Terry collected Jackie, much as Tim had Dolores. While the pair
weren't as immediately demonstrative in the car, Jackie DID snuggle up as
tight as the vehicle's seats would allow. Nonverbal communication was still
the order of the day with the pair, and after an exchange of glances, Terry
drove to Jackie's without ever verbalizing the question. Similarly, there
was no formal invitation into the house - Terry just collected his books
from the car as Jackie did hers, and followed her in. When Jackie asked
"Wanna Coke?" it was the first words that they had addressed to one another
since he'd wrapped his arms around her in the parking lot. As she moved off
to get them drinks, Terry frowned at the task chair parked in front of her
workstation. Looking around, he spied a piano bench in front of a keyboard
along the adjoining wall. Grinning to himself, he swapped them. Jackie,
returning with the Cokes, raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and settled down to
his left, molding her right hip to his left. They went to work, conversing
easily, pushing their way through English and World History homework before
resuming their Data Processing project. Two hours later, Jennifer found
them still sitting there, Terry's arm around Jackie while she hit the
spacebar on her computer in time to his "Step...step...step..." While she
was watching, Terry announced "Hold it! There it is! Put a semicolon
there!" He planted a big kiss on Jackie, then continued, "Okay, let's run
it again!"
Jennifer approached cautiously, fascinated, "What are you two doing?"
"Debugging code," Jackie answered distractedly, as they watched the
program run again, "Need anything, Mama?"
"No, I'm just thinking about dinner," Jennifer replied, making a
serious effort to be non-confrontational, "Will Terry be staying much
longer?"
Terry glanced at his watch. "Yikes! Can I use your phone?" he asked
Jennifer.
"Yes..." she replied.
Jackie asked, "Is it an issue?"
"No," Jennifer replied, "I just wanted to get a headcount for
dinner..."
Jackie looked momentarily surprised, then yelled, "Terry! Dinner?"
Terry interjected the coded request into his phone call, "Yeah, I
know, Mom, - we got busy debugging code and ... Well, don't hold it up. In
fact... Can I stay for dinner here? Ms. Hardesty says its okay..." Terry
locked eyes with Jennifer, ensuring that he wasn't lying. Jennifer nodded
solemnly. "Yeah, I'm sure. You wanna talk to her? Okay. See you
about..." Jackie flashed all of the fingers of both hands "Ten? Okay.
Bye!"
Terry padded back to the piano bench. Jennifer addressed them both.
"So, what do you want for dinner? We've got that lasagna in the fridge..."
The pair exchanged a glance, and Jackie responded, "Sure! Terry likes
lasagna!"
Jennifer stood there a moment, perplexed. "Do you two ever
communicate in complete sentences?"
This drew a collective "Huh?" from the pair, who regarded each other
for a moment and began laughing. "I'm afraid we don't notice," Jackie
related, diffidently. "I always KNOW - and Terry does, too."
"Well, it looks like telepathy from here! Weird!" Jennifer turned
away and walked out.
The pair shared another glance. "Yeah," Jackie murmured, "I think
she's starting to get used to you...Maybe that, too, although I don't think
I'll rub her nose in it."
The pair went back to work.
Tim returned to Dolores' at about 6 p.m., and was let in by a somewhat
diffident Marcus Brown. Once he was planted on the couch, Marcus quietly
gathered their attention by standing there in the vicinity and clearing his
throat. "I - uh - I wanted to say sumpthin' about yesterday. I got kinda
carried away - we don't normally get that public about sex around here. I'm
sure Dolores has never even seen us..."
"Don't bet on it, Poppa! I've seen you put the bone to Mama a bunch
of times! You guys aren't too quiet, and you don't look around much when
you're goin' at it. I imagine I've been entertained AND educated!" Dolores'
outburst brought dead silence, which she filled after a moment with, "Of
course, they USUALLY stay in the bedroom..."
Tim took up the torch. "Well, I don't really see how it's any of my
business what you do in your own home, except possibly when I'm around...
And frankly, I was 'entertained and educated' yesterday. That was quite an
exhibition, Sir! You seem to be hung like the urban legends claim, too!"
"That was no cocktail weenie Dolores dragged outta your pants, either,
and if anything, it proves a few 'urban legends' to be bullshit!" Marcus
replied.
Padma was as red as she could get. "Boys, do we have to do this?"
Both men laughed coarsely. Marcus plopped into the recliner, and dragged
Padma onto his lap.
Dolores broke through the mirth with a question, "Poppa, you ride Mama
regularly. How come I don't have any brothers and sisters?"
Marcus sobered a bit, then replied, "Well, Daughter, during the last
war, I was given an involuntary vasectomy by some shrapnel during a rocket
attack. Army doctors thought it was pretty funny; I got a couple of cuts in
my ass and thighs, and two went through and went snick - all without taking
my pecker out of action. I think they thought I was whacking off. Anyway,
by the time I got back to the field hospital, there basically wasn't much to
be done. Besides, it wasn't up their alley..."
"You mean all this time we coulda fucked?!" Dolores burst out.
Shocked silence. Padma went white. Everybody's eyes were huge - even
Dolores' when she realized just what she'd said.
"Daughter!" Padma hissed, "That's incest!"
Dolores stuck to her guns. "Yeah, so? I KNOW things are pretty loose
where YOU come from! You watched Uncle Rajiv like a hawk when he was here,
to keep him away from me, but we still had some interesting talks. And I
was in the closet the night you swapped with him and Aunt Sashi. I'd have
never gotten any sleep, anyway - Aunt Sashi's a screamer!" This brought a
significant look between the elder Browns, and a grin to Tim.
"Dolores," Marcus was pained; he seemed to be distressed less than
Padma, but was still unhappy, "there are good reasons for incest to be
considered wrong - besides, it's against the law!"
Tim decided to horn in, if only to assure Dolores of his support. "The
main objective reason that incest is considered wrong is that it's bad
genetics, and can cause birth defects. You've just told Dolores that it
doesn't apply here. The second reason is to protect young children from
being abused in their own homes. My friend Rick and I have had long talks
about this one, and he's about won me over to the idea that once a young
person is sexually mature, it's a safer, more secure thing to have him or
her introduced to sex by a loved one than some stranger in the back seat of
a car!"
"What you must think of us!" Padma wailed.
Tim smiled gently. "I think that your daughter is a very independent
young lady, who thinks for herself. I think she's highly sexed, and that it
comes from being good stock and coming from a healthy home where she wasn't
exposed to a bunch of foolish notions."
"It's STILL against the law!" Marcus rumbled.
"So's a blowjob in more states than I can think of. Wouldn't you like
to get a hold of the bastards that did that?" Tim chuckled, and Marcus
followed suit. "So what's REALLY bothering you?" Tim asked gently.
"If the little shit had crawled into bed with me, I mighta done it...
And I'd have felt awful, afterwards."
"Poppa, I'm not twelve anymore. And you can't rape the willing!"
Dolores declared.
Marcus stood there, shaking his head. "Well, you've got Tim, now..."
"...So it's a dead issue? I'd be surprised!" Tim laughed. Turning
to Dolores, he asked, "Baby, do you want me to let your Poppa do this?"
Dolores folded her arms across her chest and frowned. "No, we've got
plans, and I wouldn't cancel them for the world. But he's not off the
hook!" she announced, giving her father the eye. Turning to Tim, she asked,
"You don't have a problem with it, do you?" Dolores deployed her big, puppy
dog eyes.
Tim smiled. "If I did, the conversation would never have gotten this
far."
"Very true!" Padma huffed, "Do you have any idea what a risk you just
ran? If your man Tim was as narrow minded as some of the scuts your father
works with, he'd have been out the door in a flash - and we'd have had to
move away to deal with the shame, because it would have been all over town
in no time! You embarrassed your Poppa and I a dozen times in three
minutes! I'm very angry with you, Daughter! I thought you had better
sense!"
"If I can't have an open conversation with the three people I love
most in the whole world..."
"Okay, okay! You've made your opinions known! Doesn't mean your
mother and I have to abide by them! You show up in MY bed without in
invite, and I'll spank your ass!" Marcus turned to Tim. "You're your
father's son. I'm sorry - I thought I was doin' okay as a parent. Now I'm
not too sure. I hope the silly twit can hang onto you - it's probably too
late to send her to a convent!"
"Relax, Marcus. I'm happy that she feels comfortable sharing her
inner feelings with me - I hope she never stops!" (Dolores stuck her tongue
out at her mother) "I might need to borrow your razor strap, though..."
(Dolores whirled and goggled at him) "She's pretty precocious."
Marcus grinned. "Remind me to show you where I hang it! Wanna beer?"
Tim grinned. "I'll go with you." The two men headed for the kitchen.
Padma regarded her daughter. "Good God! What were you thinking,
Daughter?"
Dolores folded her arms across her chest. "I have a plan, Mama - and
you're gonna like it! You're gonna work on Poppa, and I'm gonna work on Tim
- and I'm gonna get some little brothers and sisters! You can start tonight
by giving Poppa a little taste of his fantasy!" She turned and stalked off,
leaving Padma open-mouthed.
Dinner at Hardesty's was a quiet affair. Jennifer heated the lasagna
and set the seldom-used dining room table, then went into the den to collect
Terry and her daughter. She found them where she had left them, seated on
the piano bench - although not much homework was getting done, and it was
obvious that they'd just finished a kiss. Terry's arm was still wrapped
around Jackie's waist, and her head rested on his shoulder. "Dinner!"
Jennifer announced.
The pair arrived in the dining room fairly quickly, and they all
settled in to eat, Terry across the circular table from Jennifer, with
Jackie occupying the seat between them. After a few bites, Jennifer looked
up. "Terry, I'm sorry I've been such a jerk. We haven't had a whole lot of
luck around here where males are concerned, and I just flipped out."
Terry looked up, somewhat surprised, and said, "No problem, Ms.
Hardesty. My folks are a little confused, too. Jackie and I seem to have
gone from zero to sixty in 3.8 seconds. It all takes a little getting used
to."
"When I look at the pair of you, though... It's just amazing! There's
a - I don't know - comfort, between you. It's not the way I remember any of
my relationships... I'm jealous!"
"Well, it was probably sensible for you to be concerned, Mama. We
pushed the edge of the envelope a couple of times. But I don't think you've
ever been here. Even my friends can't understand how it is with us. I
don't try to analyze it, though. It's enough to experience it."
"Do you think it's something that could happen to you and someone
else?" Jennifer was fascinated.
"No." Terry took up the thread. "It's an affinity of some kind.
It's too perfect to be general. Some people might approach it after they've
been married for ten years or so - but not 'naturally' like this."
"It's empathy - or telepathy - or something! I can't explain it, but
the moment I touched Terry's hand at the dance, it was like we were suddenly
connected! I know I'm safe with Terry; I know he would rather cut off an
arm than hurt me! I don't think - I know!" Jackie declared passionately.
Jennifer glanced at Terry, and found him blushing, eyes downcast.
When he looked up, she discovered tears there. "Yeah," he said, simply.
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