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Chapter 116.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 116
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 116
Suites for the sweet
The Lenox was a 'grand hotel' type operation, downtown, with an ornate
lobby and pretensions of lavish luxury and the kind of perfect, mind-reading
service that the rich expect for their exorbitant payments. Frankly, it
didn't quite make it, but it was close enough for the eight teens. The
night clerk made the first mistake by reacting at all to Dina's strange
appearance. But since Dina enjoyed getting a reaction, even disapproval,
that turned out okay. There was a minor bobble over billing, largely the
night clerk feeling his oats and harassing them due to the fact that they
were under age, (the rooms were pre-paid, not just reserved), but a glower
from Tim brought him around, and they were able to register and collect keys
for their ninth-floor rooms.
Once the group made it upstairs, there was another bobble over keys.
It had been long since decided that Dina and Rick should avoid the
temptation of sharing the same suite, the theory being that if Bobby ran
into difficulty, Rick might succumb to the temptation to assist. Rick and
Tim stood there in the hall, puzzling over and sorting the keys such that
Rick and Mandi shared a suite with Jackie and Terry, and Bobby and Dina
shared with Tim and Dolores. The UNSPOKEN reason for the latter pairing was
that despite her relative youth, Dina was the most likely to be effective at
assisting if Dolores and Tim ran into trouble. Once inside, however, they
discovered that the concerns had been unfounded; along the back wall of Rick
and Mandi's suite was a connecting door to Tim and Dolores'. Nonetheless,
the four couples arranged themselves such that Mandi and Rick occupied the
bedroom on the left of the sitting room, Jackie and Terry taking the bedroom
on the right near the bar/kitchenette. Through the connecting door was the
sitting room-facing room that Dolores and Tim were to occupy, Dina and Bobby
taking the off-kitchenette bedroom.
The second thing that the four couples discovered on arrival in their
rooms was a surprise funded by Robert Nellis and Bruce Vincent. Each had
ordered room service to deliver, before the young couples' arrival, a cart
with drinks, fruit and pastries, and, notably, champagne and strawberries.
Both fathers were pretty certain that their offspring and their dates would
arrive sober but in a celebratory mood, and they couldn't see any reason NOT
to lubricate things once the couples were in their rooms for the night.
"Wow! Cool!" Dolores exclaimed on finding the display, "Is this
complimentary?"
Tim took a look at the card on the cart. "No, it looks like Rick's
dad paid for it..."
He was moving to the connecting door to report the find and confer on
possible solutions when Rick's voice drifted in, "Champagne, right? Well,
don't worry about it, your Pop paid for THIS one!"
Terry peeked through the connecting door, grinning. "Yep!" he
relayed, "Same stuff!"
Dina gathered up Dolores with her eyes as she passed the cart,
snatching up a grape. Sticking her head through the connector, she queried,
"Girls, don't you think we should change?" Inside each room, the boys
present exchanged glances as they each realized that they REALLY hadn't
prepared for casual activity in the room...
Dina caught this in the exchange of glances between her brother and
Terry, snickered, and drew back to confirm that the issue was universal.
"Boys, boys!" she chided, shaking her head, "You KNEW what was on the agenda
tonight - didn't ANY of you think about ANYTHING but the horizontal bop?"
Sheepish grins met her question, against a background of her girlfriends'
giggles. "Well," she chuckled, "I bet if you guys go into the bathrooms, or
the bedroom closets, you'll find some nice, fluffy white robes to wear.
Let's see who has the balls to not wear undershorts!"
Terry made a dash for the nearest bath, "Nothing here!"
Bobby, however, came out of the bedroom with a trophy, "We're golden -
there are two in every bedroom closet!"
Dina smiled, "Okay, Boys, why don't you wrestle with the champagne and
snag something fuzzy while we girls adjourn to - Dolores' room?" (with a
glance around for confirmation from the other girls) "to spruce up?"
The girls collected their overnight bags and made for the indicated
bedroom, and Bobby shot a glance at Tim, "I'm betting you are better with
corks than I am - I'll get changed!" Tim nodded, chuckling. A significant
glance between Rick and Terry detailed the latter as the first to change,
while the former wrestled with the cork.
Both of the amateur bartenders managed to decant champagne without
incident, and drifted off to a neutral location to handle their own change
of clothing in virtually no time. In fact, the quartet gathered in Tim's
and Bobby's sitting room, sitting on the couch and jittering for a good ten
minutes before Mandi took pity on them, sticking her head out of the bedroom
door and announcing, "We'll be a bit - we're trying to get Dina pink again!"
This announcement brought some nervous chuckles, but the boys began to relax
and discuss recent events.
In the small bath adjacent to the bedroom, Jackie, naked, was
slathering huge quantities of cold cream over the places Dina couldn't reach
while she turned under the shower head. Dina's efforts to keep from getting
her hair wet were meeting with only limited success, but she figured that
Bobby wouldn't mind. Jackie, on the other hand, was acting as if water
would melt her, to the grinning taunts of Mandi and Dolores, who were
looking on from the doorway. Finally, they managed to get most of the stuff
off - although the bath towel was mute testimony to the fact that their
efforts weren't perfect - and Dina and Jackie moved on to their own
outfits.
The boys were comfortably lounging, sipping the champagne, so Bobby
decided to ask the question: "You KNOW Dina's gonna call our bluff... Can
we handle it?"
Rick laughed. "I know that YOU know better!"
"Yeah," Bobby grinned, flashing quickly to prove it, "I do! With Dina
it's 'Come big, or stay at home'!"
Rick grinned. "Well, I'm her brother, so I've got no excuse, either!"
And he lazily flicked open his robe to prove it. He turned to Tim, eyebrow
raised.
Tim was smiling sardonically. "What, and miss an opportunity to
FINALLY be comfortable?" It didn't take much of a flick to prove it - he
was already sporting a bulge that couldn't really be captive.
Everybody rounded on the least prepossessing of the gathered specimens
and Terry pretended affront, "Hey! What'dya think I am, chicken?" He
folded back the bottom of his robe, displaying the proof. "Besides," he
added diffidently, "Jackie gave me a Look..."
Everybody chuckled, and Tim rumbled, "Do you two talk, anymore?"
"Sure!" Terry grinned, "You guys just can't hear it!" He glanced up,
"Here they come!" There wasn't any obvious indication, but two seconds
later, the bedroom door popped open, and Dolores stepped out, swaying
seductively in a red bustier trimmed with black fur and heels.
Stopping in front of where Tim lounged on the couch, she announced,
"Hey Big Boy, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"
Tim shrugged "C'mere, then, Baby, and I'll help you get out of 'em!"
and opened his robe.
"Oooo, Christmas!" Dolores squealed. "I've got a new toy! I'm gonna
love it and pet it and hug it and kiss it..." The rest was drowned in the
laughter, but Dolores slid forward to stand between Tim's legs while he
shucked her red panties down over her dark pubic curls.
Bobby, in particular, got an eyeful from his position on the other end
of the couch, but the sound of a throat clearing brought him back. Framed
in the doorway was Dina in a transparent black peignoir with black fur trim
- and nothing else! "Distracted?" she asked.
"Not any more!" Bobby affirmed. "What, no games?"
Dina laughed, and collected two glasses of bubbly from the cart as she
came across the room, "I KNOW you understood the challenge, Bobby McCormick
- Why should I waste everyone's time?" She handed one glass to Dolores,
reached down and flicked open Bobby's robe. With a smile and a nod, she
spun and sat on Bobby's lap, then proceeded to prove how flexible she was by
bringing her feet up onto the couch on either side of Bobby. The picture of
her sitting there, splayed, while Bobby's cock rose in front of her dark
pubes was enough to bring a hard-on to a statue!
"Jesus, Dina!" Rick faltered, "Must you ALWAYS up the ante?" His cock
started tenting his robe in spite of his embarrassment over being aroused by
his sister.
Dina smiled broadly, "Always!"
Mandi, coming through the door in a shiny black satin baby-doll
nightie, laughed and declared, "That's okay, Love - I'll fix HER wagon!"
She swayed over to Rick, who was holding two glasses, and flicked open his
robe, exposing the respectable amount of cock tenting it. Smiling and
nodding, she then removed her black satin pajama bottoms by bending at the
waist and sliding them to her ankles, affording those on the couch a full
view of her derriere. Bobby hooted and clapped, and Dina laughed, "Go get
'em, Sis!" while Tim and Dolores chuckled. But Mandi wasn't done; she took
her glass of champagne, collected a mouthful, and lowered her mouth over
Rick's rigid cock!
"Whuf!" Rick's eyes started from his head. "Holy shit!" Mandi smiled,
swallowed, and rose, leaving Rick's erection wet with the sparkling wine,
then turned, smiled regally, and proceeded to sit on Rick's lap, impaling
herself on on his damp erection! Her composure slipped a bit as Rick's
solid length spread the folds of her tunnel, but she managed to eye Dina
archly, "Beat that!"
Applause and catcalls from the males and Jackie standing in the
bedroom door greeted this sally, while Dina bowed her head, laughing gaily.
"I concede defeat!"
All attention turned to Jackie, standing hipshot in the bedroom door.
She was wearing a purple outfit that consisted of a bra with cutouts for her
puffy pink nipples with a fishnet layer attached to the bottom that clung to
her narrow midsection, accentuating her spare curves. This item ended right
at the level of her matching French-cut panties. Terry got up and walked to
the cart, collecting a glass of champagne and a strawberry for her, and met
her there at the door. Jackie smiled, took a bite out of the strawberry,
and reached into Terry's robe to fondle the cock tenting it. While reaching
for the glass, she addressed the others, "While I WON'T try to compete, I
WILL meet minimum standards - my man deserves it!" She waved Terry back to
his chair, swaying seductively as she followed him. When he was settled in
the chair, Jackie divested herself of her panties after the same
exhibitionist fashion as Mandi had, bending from the waist and exposing her
compact bottom to the audience, then emulated the champagne trick on Terry's
erection.
"Jeezus!" The mix of cool liquid, warm clasping mouth, and bubbles
had Terry hunched in the chair, hands settling on Jackie's sides. Jackie
locked eyes with him, smiling around his erection as she raised her head
from his member and swallowed the wine. The audience applauded as Jackie
seated herself after Dina's fashion, rubbing Terry's erection with one hand
and sipping champagne with the other.
Dolores sighed, "This is nice - but it can't last..." It was obvious
what she meant - the atmosphere in the room was charged with sexual tension.
Dolores carried a pink over-layer of arousal on her cinnamon skin, and was
beginning to breathe harshly from the effects of the two big hands on her
breasts, while she stared, fascinated, at the member she was slowly sliding
her hand up and down. Tim's cock was in its full glory, nearly as thick as
her wrist, and poking her belly any time she wasn't actively manipulating
it.
Dina looked around and had to agree. Tim's cudgel wasn't the only
erect cock in sight, and Mandi was beginning to pay the price for making
Rick's disappear. Dina grinned as she watched Mandi's surreptitious
movements as she tried to pretend that a vagina full of cock was purely an
option in seating. As she watched, Rick assumed a wicked expression and
reached around Mandi's right side to lower two fingers over the top of her
slit. He caught her inner labia between them and began to rub them
together, and all pretense ended as Mandi's head dropped back, her eyes
closed, and she moaned, "Ooooohhhh! Rick! Take me to bed!"
Rick grinned and helped Mandi up, the pair obviously reluctant to
detach. "And with that," he announced, waving Mandi broadly toward the
connecting door, "I bid you goodnight!" Terry and Jackie shared one of
their signature glances, rose, and departed, Jackie waving in lieu of any
comment.
Dina turned around to eye Bobby. "Time for bed, Lover!" Catching
Tim's eye, she asked, "Could you toss my bag outside the door when you go
back in there? I'd hate to have to disturb you..."
Tim nodded, and Dina rose, took Bobby's hand, and, stopping briefly to
refill their glasses with champagne, pattered out.
Dolores stood. "Let's go find a bed, Sugar," she husked, "I need to
find out if that thing fits!" While Tim stood and made for the bedroom,
Dolores collected the champagne bottle. Moments later, the girls' overnight
bags relocated outside, the door closed.
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