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Chapter 114. One of MY favorites...
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 114
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 oral
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 114
Gino's
The proprietor of Gino's Greasy Spoon was well aware of the Prom, and
had advertised in advance that the restaurant would be open late. As a
result, the place was jumping at 1:00 a.m. Oddly, the two horseshoe booths
at the back were still empty when Jimmy Hightower and company came through
the door. Jimmy was feeling brave; wiggling his eyebrows, he asked Amy,
"How about 'the Booth'?"
Amy eyed him and announced, "Okay, but I'm not promising to follow
tradition..." Jimmy grinned and led them back. They were still seating
themselves when Dina led the four couples in, flags flying. Normal
customers were unprepared for the sensation the 'Girl in Grey' made as she
led her little group back. There was a slight flap as they arrived at 'the
Booth' but Dina shrugged, and they began sliding into the other horseshoe.
Jimmy cleared his throat, got Terry's attention, and waved to the open end
of their booth, and Terry and Jackie moved across.
"Thanks, Man," Terry muttered.
"Hey, least I could do!" Jimmy replied, beaming. Amy directed a
pointed glance of gratitude at Dina who acknowledged it with a wave as Danny
rumbled "Damn straight!" glancing at Thelma. The comment attracted Dina's
attention, and she glanced at Thelma just in time to see the look of wonder
and gratitude slide across her face. FrankenThelma hadn't exactly attracted
compliments; if she had any defenses left, Danny had just torpedoed them -
and he was carefully looking away, and hadn't noticed!
Two leery-looking waitresses arrived to take drink orders, and went
away unscathed, but when they gathered in the kitchen...
"Is that them?" Millie wanted to know.
Myra nodded. "Most of the ones at 41 are new, but the redhead and her
boyfriend were here. She did him under the table. Everybody in 40 is in
the group - the girl in the grey makeup is the ringleader. God knows what
they're up to tonight, considering THAT getup."
"Well, they haven't exactly torn up the place with their drink orders,
"Millie observed, "Most of 'em want coffee!"
"I got a couple of Cokes from 40 - the dark-complected girl and her
date, the big guy." Myra replied, "She's the only one of the original group
that DIDN'T give her boyfriend a blowjob, but she went off to the Ladies and
came back braless in a net top. From the way they were talking, she passed
it up because he's hung like a horse and she didn't think she could do a
good job. That might have changed - Who knows?"
"What did Mickey say to do if they get rowdy and try more wild stuff?"
Millie asked.
Myra winced. "Unless they start tearing the place up, exactly
nothing. Have you noticed the way the place started filling up after they
arrived? Mickey said business went up 25% for days after the first time -
the kids loved it! I can't believe we're pandering to such stuff..."
Unbeknownst to the waitresses, their own gingerly approach had set off
the very kind of activity they were dreading. Bobby had taken note of their
wariness, and a synapse spat in his brain. Leaning over to Rick, he
murmured, "I think we need to up the ante. Last time, the girls did us - I
think it's chauvinistic to expect it again. I think..."
"I got it!" Rick grinned. "Tell Tim, and I'll tell Terry! He'll be
up for it!"
Tim had seen the byplay, and figured that Bobby was up to something,
so he started out suspicious when Bobby waved him forward, "What?"
"We're gonna do the girls!" Bobby grinned.
"Awright - but AFTER we order! I wanna eat!" Tim grunted.
"Cool!" Bobby settled back.
The girls eyed them, suspiciously. "What're you up to?" Dina
wondered.
"Trust me! You'll be cool with it!" Bobby assured her.
Dina shared a glance with the other two girls. "Well, all right..."
She rolled her eyes, "'Trust me,' he says!" Mandi snickered.
Rick leaned across to Terry, and whispered, "We're gonna eat the
girls!" - and watched Terry's eyes light up in that weird way that he'd
suddenly developed lately.
"Perfect!" Terry waved Jimmy forward, leaning across the table, and
whispered, "We're gonna eat the girls - wanna join in?"
"Wow! Cool! I'll read Danny in!" Jimmy responded.
Terry looked concerned. "Think that'll fly? This is Thelma we're
talking about..."
Jimmy waved his hand over the table. "It'll be cool. Thelma's been -
changed. This could be REALLY good..."
Terry shrugged, "Okay..." He leaned back to Rick, "When?"
Rick looked to Bobby, "When?"
"Tim wants to order REAL food!" Bobby snickered.
Terry nodded, and passed to Jimmy, "After we order."
"Cool." Jimmy leaned across Amy to fill in Danny, who had been
feeling left out, "Danno, we're gonna pull a prank!"
"Yeah?" Danny's eyes lit, "What?"
"You know what they did before?"
Danny looked troubled, "Didn't the girls all give the guys head? I
dunno..."
Jimmy spread his hands, "We're gonna return the favor!"
Enthusiasm returned to Danny's expression, "Oh, Hell, yeah!" He
settled back, grinning.
Amy and Thelma passed a nervous glance, but Jimmy patted Amy's hand
and said, "We're gonna join the guys in a little prank. It'll be okay, I
promise! In fact, I think you're gonna like it..." He grinned knowingly.
Thelma was uncharacteristically nervous, rather than cranky. "Danny?"
Danny patted her hand, "It'll be okay, really - just go with it, okay?
You won't be alone..."
Thelma was EXTREMELY nervous. The night had taken a decidedly
fairytale turn, and she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. But Danny
was being soooo nice... "Well, okay..." The group settled back to await the
drinks.
They didn't have long to wait. The waitresses, an older, heavy woman,
and a younger thin brunette, delivered the drinks and took food orders,
watching then warily.
Bobby watched them walk away and turned to Rick. "You know, that pair
have expectations. I think we ought to fulfill 'em. Let's wait a couple of
minutes!"
Rick nodded and turned to Terry, "Wait for it..." Terry nodded.
Bobby gave them several minutes to get things together in the kitchen,
then waved his hand in a circle and descended beneath the table. Dina
caught on before he'd gotten moving good, and her murmured "Oh, shit!"
alerted people in the nearby booths. Rick leaned over and nudged Terry,
announcing, "Now!", but Danny, who had been watching Bobby, was already
moving, giving a surprised Thelma a peck on the cheek as he rotated and
began wedging his shoulders through the opening between the table and the
horseshoe seat.
Tim had similar problems with size and position, but fewer obstacles,
since Dolores, like Dina, was running without undergarments, so Dolores'
"Oh! Sugar!" blended with Dina's quiet sigh as Bobby and Tim started their
attack.
The others had underclothing to contend with - and two of those had
surprise, too! Mandi got a look under the table and was ready for Rick in
short order, raising herself up so that he could extract her from her
pantyhose. Jackie was more than willing, squealing, "Oh, Boy!" and thereby
attracting even more attention.
Amy got a look at the goings-on under the table to her left, and
announced "Oh... My... God!" as gentle hands slid up her thighs. Thelma,
who had a pretty good view of all five other couples, just sat there and
shook.
But big hands were sliding up under her skirt, too, and her eyes got
bigger and bigger as it became apparent that they were going for the
waistband of her pantyhose. Dina caught her eye and, grinning, motioned
with her hands for Thelma to raise herself up (although Danny could probably
have raised her with one hand and peeled her with the other...). A rumble
of "Damned pantyhose!" arose from under the table, causing a series of
giggles from above and below, and Thelma rushed to comply. Next to her, Amy
pretended aplomb as she went through similar gyrations, while around the
other side of the booth, Jackie suddenly thrashed and arched her back,
moaned "Ooooohhh!" and reached both hands under the table to pin Terry's
head to it's target. At that moment, Thelma's pantyhose, panties and all,
slipped over her narrow hips and started sliding rapidly toward her ankles,
and what Danny intended really hit her. 'Omigod! He's gonna....' Thelma
couldn't even complete the thought, but it was an erotic daydream come true!
No one had ever, ever even IMPLIED such a thought to Thelma, never mind
actually DOING it! But gentle hands were removing her right shoe, and
pulling pooled nylon over the ankle, and a familiar voice rumbled, "I'll get
the other one later..."
Dina was beginning to pant - Bobby was in familiar territory, and
Dina's belly rolled and fluttered as he worked his tongue along her tight
little clam, teasing her clit from beneath the thin lips. She was slouched
back, chest heaving, both hands below the table ruffling Bobby's sandy hair.
But her eyes were on Thelma; instinct told her that the thin girl was going
to be a major source of entertainment.
Dolores was taking in the new girls, too - both of them. Tim's
efforts were a novel experience, and she was having trouble holding back the
first firecracker climax, but Thelma's expression, in particular, was pure
entertainment. Those eyes...
Millie exited the kitchen with the food for table 41. As she
approached the booth, she noticed first that all of the boys were gone -
which was unusual; wasn't that a girl thing? The second thing she noticed
was the odd looks on all of the girls' faces... The little redhead on the
aisle, for instance, was bright red, slouched down in the seat, but acting
like she was trying to get up without using her hands. The big-chested
brunette in the middle was grinning from ear to ear, eyes popping,
exclaiming "Oh my God! Oh, wow!" and expression of wonder on her face as
she turned to the skinny, hook-nosed girl at the far end, who was sitting
rigid, eyes huge! What was she looking at? Millie dropped the two omelets
and the waffle. "Do you need anything else?"
"Uh, no..." the brunette managed to choke out. "We're being well
taken care of..." She managed a coy smile.
Millie began to back away, when the little redhead suddenly arched
herself and started panting like a steam whistle. A diffident voice sounded
from under the table, "Amy, Jackie can get noisy. Would you give her a
napkin or something to chew on?"
Millie backed off as the brunette reached shaking hands for the napkin
dispenser. The redhead was sub-vocalizing "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...."
Looking down, she discovered three pairs of male shoes, the orientation of
which left no doubt where their heads were. She turned to look at 40 and
found basically the same thing - feet extending from beneath the table below
three every distracted-looking female faces. Even the little girl in the
grey makeup looked flushed, somehow, as she arched her back and surged
against the bench, licking her lips and panting. Millie got out of there
just as fast as her legs could carry her! She hit the kitchen at speed,
nearly trashing an outbound tray as she blindly smacked the door. "Ohmigod!
Do you know what they're DOING?!"
"What?" Myra frowned, going to the window that provided a view of the
dining room.
"Every one of those six girls - both booths! - has her legs open and a
boy's head between them!"
"No way!" Julio, the dishwasher, reached for a towel. "This has gotta
be a record or sumpthin'!"
Myra glared at him, but didn't move to stop him, and the pair oriented
their attention on the two booths in question - just as the big dishwater-
blonde girl along the aisle in booth 40 went totally rigid, eyes rolling
back, while she bit her hand to contain a scream! Back to back with her,
across the aisle, the little redhead, red as a beet from hairline to
nipples, began once more to undulate. "Holy shit!" Julio murmured
reverently.
The kitchen staff weren't the only ones watching, and Mandi's very
visible climax brought cheers, applause, and whistles from the occupants of
nearby tables. She collapsed back into her seat and waved weakly, just as
Dolores wailed, "Oh, Sugar! Jeezus!" at the top of her lungs and started to
thrash.
Danny figured that he was behind the eight ball, having spent so long
messing with Thelma's pantyhose, but... Gently, he parted her unresisting
legs, slid his hands under her ass and levered her up, then slowly slid her
forward. For such a skinny little thing, Thelma had a huge, big-lipped gash
under a hank of unruly dark hair. Now that she was sitting on his hands, he
gave her asscheeks - arguably, the biggest thing on her, not that they were
anything remarkable - a squeeze.
The effect of all this above the table was comical. Thelma was highly
visible to a large number of restaurant patrons due to her position in the
corner, and no one could miss it when first she rose a bit, then drooped,
eyes as big as saucers. When Danny squeezed her asscheeks, they -
impossibly - grew again! Thelma just couldn't believe this - boys all over
the room were watching, laughing, applauding and issuing catcalls, and she
was a primary target - but she sensed approval, rather than derision! Her
face was dead white as she turned wide eyes to her lap, just as warm breath
began to flow over her mons...
To Danny, it was as if Thelma's labia leaped open! He exhaled across
Thelma's mons, and the loose lips retracted almost instantly, granting him
the sight - and smell - of the coral channel beneath. They granted
something else, too: a look at what appeared to be a pretty good-sized
clitoris! Danny chuckled to himself; if Thelma wasn't getting any attention
for THAT, no wonder she was grouchy! Danny inhaled; the aroma was strong,
pungent, but fresh. Time for a taste!
Everyone in the room was apprised of Danny's broad tongued swipe
upward along Thelma's furrow! She went from dead white to fire engine red,
threw back her head and screamed "Oh, Gawd!" full throat, then started
shaking like a leaf. Thelma had been storing sexual tension since she was
twelve, and Danny had just stuck the key in the lock! Her narrow back
arched, and her thighs closed over Danny's ears as her feet, one still
wearing a shoe and towing a puddle of pantyhose, crossed over his broad
back. Her hands went everywhere, trying to find something to grab, pet,
squeeze - anything! - as Danny's lips settled over the now substantial nub
of her totally erect clit. Sightless eyes rolled up and she began a sound
that started out as a low "Ooooh!" but continued to rise in pitch, urgency,
and volume until she had no more air to sustain it:
"OooooooOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Then she
began to convulse - long, sinuous flexes of her entire body as her vaginal
muscles rolled, looking for the fleshy intruder that SHOULD have been in her
grasping channel! The fireworks display was on full-bore; Thelma was in
another dimension.
Danny, realizing that she was there already and probably needed a bit
of a respite, lowered his tongue to her vaginal opening and drove it in,
amazed at the flow of the pulsing ring of muscle that lined the channel.
Thelma continued to thrash, moaning "Ummm...ummmm...ummmm..." in time to the
contractions. Loud applause, whistles, and catcalls celebrated the
obviously climactic peak.
Danny surfaced for a bit of air taking in the slurping sounds from
next door as Jimmy brought Amy along. Above the table, Amy's eyes cycled
from wide open ("Ooooh!") to slitted in pleasure ("Aaaah!"). Amy couldn't
believe what Jimmy was doing to her - and she couldn't wait for him to
replace his tongue with that fleshy probe he carried in his briefs! In the
meantime, though, Jimmy's tongue was bringing her home! Amy's nostrils
distended as she drew in great gulps of air through them, blowing like a
running horse. Her hands grasped the tabletop until her knuckles turned
white, but she couldn't hold still. "Ohmigod!" she husked, "Ohmigod!
Jimmy! Jimmeeee!" Amy's hips rolled, and suddenly, it was very wet where
Jimmy was slavering away at the junction of Amy's thighs.
Dina opened her eyes after her second small climax of the evening to
see the older waitress bearing down on the table with a food tray and a
frown of disapproval. "Bobby, love, everybody's got one now. Why don't you
call the boys up? Besides, the food's here."
Bobby gave her a last swipe, backed off and tapped Rick and Tim on the
shoulders. Rick had been idling anyway - he knew that another run for Mandi
would take some time. Tim was toying with Dolores; he seemed to be able to
find her itchy spots pretty quickly. Rick ducked out from under the table,
crossing the aisle low, and hissed, "We're done! Besides, the food's here!"
The boys backed off and began climbing to their feet, Jimmy remarking
loudly, "Geez, I just ate!"
The six gathered in the aisle for some mutual high fives, but Danny
was a bit hampered. Thelma had followed him under the table and was
alternately pounding him on the shoulder and trying to get under his coat,
crying her eyes out. Whistles, catcalls, and applause made the place loud
as they dispersed back to their seats. Myra stood there, glaring, as Tim,
Rick, and Bobby resumed their seats, then began doling out plates. "You
certainly made a spectacle of yourselves!" she growled.
"Yes," Dina mused absently, "I suppose we did." Totally ignoring
Myra's displeasure, she gave Bobby a kiss, then turned to Mandi, "Could you
pass me a napkin? Bobby's face is all goopy..."
Mandi giggled, "So is Rick's!"
From across the aisle, Amy took it up, "Oh, Jimmy! You're soaked!
Mama fix!" More laughter ensued, while most of the girls made a production
of wiping their date's faces. Myra, looking vaguely purple, turned and
stalked off.
Dina turned a somewhat concerned glance on the exception to the rule;
Thelma was glued to Danny's right side, sniffling. Directing a significant
glance in her direction, she murmured to Tim, "Let me out, Hon, I need to go
to the Ladies!" Tim and Dolores slid out, and Dina stepped across the
aisle. "Amy, would you help me with Thelma? She's starting to look like a
raccoon." Amy nodded, somewhat concerned for her friend, gave Jimmy a peck
on the cheek, and asked Danny with her eyes to let her out. The pair
collected Thelma, who was still sniffling and shaking like a leaf, and made
for the Ladies Room.
Once inside, Dina rounded on Thelma, "What's the matter, Hon?"
"Nothing! Everything! Oh, I don't know!" Thelma wailed.
Amy rubbed her back while she went through another paroxysm, "What
happened? Did Danny hurt you?"
"No! It was wonderful! But..." Thelma shuddered, trying to get a
grip. "Two hours ago, I didn't want to be within ten feet of the ugly
bastard - now I'm afraid to be that far away! But it's gonna end, and I'll
be even worse off! He's gonna dump me like a box of rocks, and I'm gonna
suffer that much worse 'cause I KNOW how good it can be! Or I'm gonna chase
him like a damned fool and run him off! I don't know WHAT to do!"
"It's gonna be okay, Thelma!" Amy chided. "I talked to Jimmy when you
two started to show signs of hitting it off, and Jimmy assured me that
Danny's being nice because he WANTS to, not because he HAS to!" She
chuckled, "We're all kinda surprised that you have a soft, gooey center..."
"Awwww!" Thelma broke down again.
Dina stepped in and growled roughly, "Buck up, Sister! Did you ever
think that Danny might LIKE having a clinging vine?"
"Mmmm?" Thelma continued to sniffle, but her head came up.
"Every time you tuck yourself under his arm, Danny gets this stupidly
happy look - it's disgusting, but unless I miss my guess, you're on the
right track!" Dina grinned. "Now clean yourself up and go back out there
and wrap your skinny arms around the big galoot, snuggle up, and be happy!
Do you realize that this is probably scaring him? I bet he's sure he's hurt
you, and he's going nuts trying to figure out how! You're your own worst
enemy! You're in here whiffling about how it's gonna end, and forcing it by
messing with his head!" She shook her head, and glanced at Amy. "Clean her
up - I'll go have a word with Danny." Amy nodded, and began digging in her
purse for the tools with which she MIGHT be able to repair Thelma's damaged
makeup.
Dina came back to the booths, stopping in front of Danny. "What'd I
do?" he asked, concerned. "Things seemed to be going so well..."
"Nothing, Hon. In fact, you made Thelma very happy!" Dina frowned.
"Problem is, Thelma doesn't do happy very often, so she's not good at it.
Most of her problem is that she's anticipating when it'll be all over.
Given her track record, you can't blame her, but she expects to be left
standing somewhere, her panties in her hand, waving goodbye to you. And
you've shown her enough of how the other half lives tonight to make her
uncertain she can stand it again." Dina eyed Danny sharply, "That isn't the
plan, is it?"
"Huh? I don't THINK so! I'm not exactly hip deep in applicants for a
position with my arm around them, in the first place! In the second, as far
as I'm concerned, Thelma's Disneyland, and I plan to ride every ride, and
not leave until they turn off the lights and lock the gates!" Amy,
returning from the Ladies Room, gave him a look as she settled in to eat her
waffle.
Dina burst out laughing, "Oh, my! What a turn of phrase you have!"
Danny blushed, "Well, it's one of Jimmy's sayings, actually, but that
don't mean I don't mean it!"
"And it goes double for YOU!" Jimmy announced, and stuck his tongue in
Amy's ear. Amy squealed, and waffle flew everywhere. Dina and Jackie
roared at Amy's pop-eyed expression.
"Well," Dina simpered, "it'd help if you let that sentiment slip
somehow - maybe a little more subtly. Thelma's expectations don't extend to
forever, but she'd be real happy to make it to mid-week..."
"I'm gonna do better than that, if things keep goin' this well!" Danny
asserted.
"Okay," Dina replied. "You've done real well thus far - only her
faith in Murphy's Law is getting in her way. As long as she keeps rolling
sevens, you will, too!"
"No sweat!" Danny replied, "This has turned out a LOT nicer than
expected, and I wanna keep it that way!"
Dina nodded and moved on, spying Thelma's emergence from the back.
She settled diffidently next to Danny, who asked gently, "You okay?"
"Yeah," Thelma replied, without raising her eyes, "I just got a little
stupid. Sorry!"
"No sweat," Danny rumbled, apparently unperturbed. A big arm settled
around her shoulders. "Sure you don't wanna bite?" he asked, waving a bit
of waffle on a fork.
"Okay!" Thelma glanced up, eyes full of gratitude, as Danny proceeded
to direct the fork toward her lips. The bite went in, but Danny pretended
concern: "Oops! Missed a bit!" He leaned forward and kissed the edge of
her mouth.
Thelma blushed and tucked her face into Danny's shoulder, and Dina
nodded to herself, "That was impressive!"
"Damn sure was!" Bobby agreed. "He's pretty slick for someone still
taking lessons!"
The six couples turned their attention to the meal before them and
conversation evaluating various aspects of the Prom. All in all, everyone
felt that the dance had gone well, although some carried a sentiment that it
might not have been as good but for the actions of some others present...
That gratitude would certainly carry over to later.
Time passed, and Terry and Jackie dropped into their own world,
virtually shutting out the others. Dolores started to get antsy, and
Mandi's purring responses to Rick began to take on an anticipatory tone.
Amy was trying to shove her left breast into Jimmy's jacket pocket,
apparently, from her position sandwiched against him, and Thelma was being
careful NOT to dislodge Danny's arm from around her shoulder.
But the crowd was thinning, and Dina was reminded that all things end.
Her wicked display as the Girl in Grey was losing its audience, and she
reminded herself the there was a good deal to come before the night was
over. "I think it's time to go to the hotel!" she announced, and the group
gathered their things, Rick signaling for the bill.
"So, show's over?" Myra asked snottily.
"For tonight," Dina replied calmly, and turned to Bobby. "No tip -
the staff was nasty!" Bobby grinned nastily, and Myra left, fuming.
Millie, on the other hand, kept her mouth shut and was well taken care
of. As the six couples made for the door, Amy asked, "So, where are you
guys going?"
Jackie replied for the group, "The guys got us a couple of suites at a
hotel downtown! It's perfect!" For what was left to Amy's imagination, but
it was up to the task.
The two groups parted company, and Jimmy, Amy, Thelma, and Danny found
themselves standing in front of Jimmy's car, at a loss for next steps. "Now
what?" Danny grumbled, hangdog, "I damn sure don't wanna go home!" A look
around demonstrated that the sentiment was universal. "What were you going
to do?" Amy asked, "Thelma and I were going to spend the night together at
one of our houses..." Obviously, that wasn't as good a plan as it had
seemed....
"Oh, I don't know," Jimmy replied, "Danny and I probably would have
spent the night goofing off at the..." A light flashed behind Jimmy's eyes,
and he took charge. "Everybody get in - I've got an idea!"
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