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Chapter 119.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 119
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 119
The pool house
Ray Hightower, Jr. glanced up from the TV at the sound of his son's
car pulling into the drive. His wife, Melanie, had given up the fight and
was snoozing on the couch. He hopped up to meet his son as he bounded in
the door. "Hi, Jimmy, how was the Prom?"
Jimmy was bouncing like the Energizer Bunny. "Good, Dad -
surprisingly good! Danny and I are kind of wired, so we figured we'd spend
the night in the pool house, okay?"
Jimmy's anxiety gave him away; Ray became instantly suspicious. Jimmy
and Danny had spent a multitude of evenings in the pool house under worse
conditions, and it was never an issue - why be anxious? But Ray trusted
Jimmy enough to know that whatever hijinks he and Danny were up to, they
wouldn't be serious, so he didn't let on. "Sure, Son, let me get the
key..." He headed upstairs while Jimmy made for the kitchen, to drop some
sodas into the cooler that he kept there for that purpose.
Ray's den - and more importantly, his bedroom, had a good view of the
driveway where Jimmy's five year old BMW was parked. He collected the key
from his desk and slunk over to peer out the window.
Danny was leaning against the car nonchalantly, but a high-pitched
giggle alerted Ray to the fact that he was not the only person there. As
Ray watched, Jimmy stepped out from under the shade of the porch roof and
gave Danny the high sign, then turned and ducked back inside. Danny glanced
up at the house, then opened the driver's door - it being the farthest from
the windows at the entry - and handed out a brunette with a stunning amount
of cleavage displayed in her off-the shoulder formal. 'Danny's doing well
for himself!' Ray mused - but then came the REAL surprise! Danny handed a
second, more conservatively constructed young woman out of the car, and she
went directly into his arms! Ray blinked, and muttered to himself, 'Well,
I'll be damned!" grinning from ear to ear.
Ray understood well Jimmy's difficulties with women - he'd had them
himself! Jimmy got much of his looks, as well as his intelligence, from Ray
- and his lack of social skills, too. Melanie had been a windfall for Ray -
only the fact that the young socialite had gotten a broken ankle skiing and
was in desperate need of a math tutor had thrown them together long enough
for Melanie to discover Ray's hidden charms. It had taken Ray three weeks
to get comfortable enough with her to be able to initiate casual touching.
Melanie's quick buss after successful completion of a particularly difficult
quadratic equation had led rapidly to something more torrid, and the
discovery that Ray, who was a whole lot nicer than her current football
paramour, was packing twice the equipment below the belt(!) had locked Ray
in. Melanie's father had been gruff when he caught them on the couch a week
later - Ray Senior was a used car salesman, and this put Ray somewhat below
Melanie's station - but his obvious intelligence caused him to withhold his
wrath, and the pair proceeded slowly toward eventual marriage.
Ray reached into the nightstand and recovered something he hadn't used
himself in decades, but had purchased for just this eventuality - a 12-pack
of rubbers! He was pleased to death that lightning had apparently struck
for Jimmy, and he wanted nothing to go wrong. Whistling, he tossed the pool
house key in the air and headed downstairs, secreting the other package in
his robe.
Ray met his son in the kitchen, just as Melanie staggered in sleepily.
"How was the Prom, Dear?" she asked, adding, "Sorry you didn't have a
date..." Melanie was smotheringly overprotective of her only son. Jimmy
was dependent upon his father to conspire with him to give him any space at
all. Doubtless she would have scared any prospective date off...
"Oh, it was great, Mom!" Jimmy replied, allowing himself to give vent
to his joy without imparting the reason for it, "Danny and I are so psyched,
we're gonna jam out in the pool house, tonight!"
"Well, all right, Dear," Melanie frowned. She just couldn't
understand why Jimmy would not want to sleep in his room, but...
Jimmy supplied the necessary reason: "It'll be loud, Mom..."
Melanie nodded, sleepily. Baby was home... She turned for the
stairs.
Ray watched her out of the room, then began rooting in the cooler.
"There's beer in the fridge," he observed, directing a significant glance at
his son, "Better take a six-pack!"
Alarm bells rang as Jimmy reached blindly for the refrigerator.
"Beer? Since when? Besides, Danny and I don't drink THAT much..."
Ray grinned like a shark. "Not after eight sodas, anyway. On the
other hand, who knows what your other two guests will want?" Jimmy
blanched, but Ray unlimbered the package of prophylactics. "Better take
these, too. Looks to me like you and Dan had quite a time!" He stepped
forward and wrapped Jimmy in a hug. "Have a good time, Son. I know you'll
act responsibly." His nose wrinkled. "Boy, it's a good thing you didn't
offer to kiss your mother good night, or the jig would have been up! I'd
know that musk anywhere!"
Jimmy blushed scarlet. "Oops!"
Ray grinned broadly. "How is it that Danny got the little slip of a
thing and you got...?" Hands holding up invisible breasts in front of his
chest finished the description.
Jimmy grinned. "Dumb luck! The other one's a girlfriend of hers,
with a rep as a whirling bitch! Funny, though - turns out Danny knows all
of her buttons; ninety seconds on the dance floor and she was all over him
like a coat of paint!"
Ray laughed. "Sounds like a Helluva story. Tomorrow, maybe? They're
out waiting by the gate by now..."
"Sure, Dad!" He gathered up the paraphernalia and turned for the
door. "Uh, think you can keep Mom from totally freaking when she does the
obligatory breakfast thing? I think they're staying the night... And I've
got plans for Amy..."
Ray sighed. "The loud scream you hear when I tell her that her baby
is in bed with another woman will be your wakeup call!"
"Thanks, Dad!" Jimmy grinned, ducking out the door. He knew that his
father would damp his mother's oscillations before she appeared at the pool
house...
The Hightowers lived in a nice neighborhood, but it didn't reflect
their actual means at all! Mansion on the hill would have been more like
it... When Ray, Jr. had reached sixteen, he wheedled $500 out of Ray Sr.
for an investment scheme, and had returned with $25,000 so fast that the
older man's head swam! Ray Jr. had a gift for identifying emerging
technologies and the associated business sense, something which far
surpassed Ray Sr.'s abilities, which centered upon being personable. Ray
Sr. had seen the lie of the wind and had surrendered control of a large
portion of the assets from his used car dealership - and had never looked
back! Ray Sr. was now semi-retired, living off the proceeds of three NEW
car dealerships, and Ray Jr., thanks to a clear vision of what was and what
was not a technological breakthrough, had steered through the shoals of the
dot com debacle and was an investment banker and real estate developer worth
a couple of hundred million. His father-in-law, who had also benefited from
Ray's advice, blessed the day when he allowed good sense to override his
wrath at finding his daughter impaled on the boy's cock while he lay on his
couch. But Ray kept his head down, preferring to maintain his anonymity and
the freedom of an open schedule from which to observe trends without having
his elbow joggled constantly by the necessity of power meetings with other
movers and shakers. He had developed a canny staff of intermediaries who
were decision-makers in their own right, and he used them as a shield,
largely eschewing the trappings of the rich and famous.
So, while they had a 'nice' two-story, five bedroom house in a 'nice'
neighborhood, it wasn't a mansion, by any means. Jimmy's used BMW was
easily explained by his grandfather's car dealerships - indeed, at a glance,
they were the family's only apparent source of wealth!
The 'pool house' was one of the few visible aspects of this largesse.
During the original construction of the subdivision, the developer had
installed a small neighborhood pool in a relatively secluded area that just
happened to be centered directly behind the Hightower residence. Jimmy
loved to swim, and when the co-op decided that the pool was too small and
thus impossible to support economically for the neighborhood and approved
construction of a much larger pool complex two streets over, (whether there
was any coercion involved was unclear, but Ray DID donate handsomely to new
construction) Ray quietly bought up the parcel that extended behind his
house and that of his two neighbors, acquiring it. Situated near the pool
beyond the gate that Jimmy was now carefully unlocking was a small building
that had originally housed changing rooms, restrooms, and storage for pool
equipment and chemicals. When Jimmy reached age twelve, it became apparent
that while he undoubtedly loved his mother, Jimmy was being smothered by
her, and needed a place to hide and "do his own thing". Quiet discussions
with his father yielded a plan: Jimmy would redo the inside of the pool
house to suit himself, leaving one bath and one changing area, but
converting the others and the storage space to his own purposes. The pool
equipment was relegated to a small storage shed, and Jimmy and Danny had set
to work to turn the remaining space into a modern, high-tech bachelor pad,
complete with a couple of beds (Danny was almost invariably around when
Jimmy slept there), broadband internet, a huge TV, stereo, and computers.
There was a small refrigerator that tended to stay virtually empty from
their depredations, which occasioned the restocking from the kitchen.
Melanie refused to maintain it - it was her primary demonstration of her
disapproval of the place, but not the only one. Regular complaints of, "Why
he has to sleep out THERE, when he has a perfectly good bedroom..." and a
tendency to cover surprise inspections of the pool house by delivering
breakfast were also high on the list.
The lock snicked open and the couples sneaked through, Danny lugging
the cooler. Jimmy stopped and turned on the underwater pool lights, bathing
the area in an eerie blue glow. "Oooo, cool!" Amy enthused, "Too bad I
didn't bring a suit..."
Jimmy grinned from ear to ear, certain of the come-on. "Well, I MIGHT
be able to find you something skimpy, but there's no REQUIREMENT to wear
anything..." Amy tittered, and Thelma and Danny eyed one another, Danny
unlimbering a sardonic grin. The group circled around to the pool side of
the building, and Jimmy unlocked the door and switched on the lights.
"Ladies, the pool house! Welcome! Make yourselves at home!"
Lights revealed that the entire wall to their right was a series of
folding screens that could be folded back to reveal the pool. To their
front left was the entrance to a good-sized shower room, complete with bath
fixtures. Along the back wall, left to right, were a small refrigerator and
couple of double beds. The wall to the right sported a mass of computers
and electronic equipment, and a large entertainment center, including a
stereo and a large TV. Occupying the center of the room was a couch and a
couple of comfortable-looking chairs, clustered around a coffee table. Amy
nodded approval - not bad! Danny lugged the cooler to the refrigerator, and
began emptying it, glancing at Jimmy under raised eyebrows as he extracted
the beer. Jimmy made to help, but was primarily involved in surreptitiously
kicking a couple of girlie magazines under the bed.
Jimmy crossed to where Amy was still standing by the door and waved
her toward the couch. "Uh, Amy? When are you due home?"
"Oh!" Amy exclaimed, and looked at Jimmy, "Phone?"
Jimmy waved to a handset on the end table, and Amy moved to pick it up
and dial. "Mom? Yes, we're fine. The dance was wonderful, and we stopped
off at Gino's for a snack! Yeah, that's why I called - I want to stay with
Thelma tonight, okay? You know how it is..." Similar comments led her
mother down the garden path to a place where she THOUGHT she could see her
daughter sleeping over with her best friend - a fine illusion, and quite
effective. "Okay, Mom. Bye!" Amy winked at Thelma, "Mom sends her love.
She says to try not to be TOO unhappy..." Amy dissolved in a giggle, while
Thelma blushed bright red. Nothing she could think of to say wouldn't let
the cat TOTALLY out of the bag; fact was, she was waiting for things to fall
apart, but happy to cherish what had gone before, regardless.
Jimmy looked at Amy, and queried, "Thelma is covered, too?"
Amy simpered, "Yeah, she's spending the night with me!" Jimmy's eyes
danced as he waved her over to select some music.
Thelma was watching the pair, and totally missed Danny's catlike
approach. Suddenly, big hands wrapped around her waist, and Thelma froze,
only to melt as soft lips descended upon her neck. "Uuummmmm!" The only
downside to the position was that she couldn't wrap her arms around the big
lug!
Danny gently guided her to a chair, which he sat in and pulled her
slight form down atop him. Thelma ducked his attempt to continue worrying
her neck, offering her lips instead - which Danny found perfectly
acceptable...
A quiet ballad began to issue from speakers around the room, and Jimmy
slid out of his coat. "I'm going to get more comfortable," he announced,
"although I'm not sure what we can do to help you..." The room didn't sport
a closet, although there were coathooks scattered around the walls, a legacy
of the area's changing room days. Jimmy fished a hanger off one near one of
the beds and carefully hung the coat on it - it was rented, after all...
Working at his tie, he returned to Amy. "Well, let's see," he grinned,
"Restrictive underclothing is about handled. Shoes?" He knelt. "Would
milady care to present her foot?" Amy tittered and offered a foot, which he
extracted from its 3" heel. He then extracted the other, and wandered off
toward the bath area with them while Amy sighed gratefully as her toes
tasted the indoor/outdoor carpeting. "I think we've got some sandals..."
Amy sighed in pleasure, "Mmmm, that's MUCH better!" The shoes had
been new, and she was unused to wearing heels that high, anyway. Her feet
felt like they were oozing into a flat puddle on the floor after their
imprisonment.
Danny, who had broken their kiss to look on, cursed. "Damn!" He
glanced apologetically at Thelma, "Whatever happened to those damned
pantyhose?"
Thelma smiled. "I managed to get rid of them at Gino's."
"Sorry, Babe," Danny apologized, "I told you I'd handle it!"
"S'okay," Thelma murmured, "You want to pull my shoes?" Danny nodded
and Thelma backed herself onto the chair arm so he could work at the straps.
Danny worked loose the left shoe, dropped it beside the chair, and
duplicated the effort for the right. Then he took a foot in each hand,
rubbing them. Thelma again wondered, and this time gave voice to the
question: "You got a thing about feet?"
Danny blinked. "Nope. But yours are awful pretty." Thelma found
that she had nothing to say; the off-the-cuff compliment had locked her
throat, anyway. She started rubbing his massive shoulders through his coat
while he continued the foot massage, which, frankly, felt wonderful. After
a bit, she began working to loosen his coat and tie. Danny looked up,
"Dunno what we can do 'bout your dress..."
Jimmy brought Amy a pair of woven sandals, but she waved them off.
"Barefoot is fine. But it WOULD be nice if I could get out of this..." she
waved at her dress.
Jimmy scratched his head. "Well, there's some stuff in the closet
nook in the changing room where I got these, but..."
Amy picked up Thelma with her eyes. "Let's go look!" Thelma slid
down from the chair arm into Danny's lap ("Oof!") and gingerly got up,
spinning quickly to apologize. Danny took the apology in the form of a
quick kiss, taking her by surprise by whipping a hand behind her head and
pulling her to him. After a moment's contact, Danny released her and she
stood there, mouth gaping like a fish, until Danny smiled and waved her off.
Amy watched, amused, from the changing room door. By the time Thelma
reached the door, she was shaking like a leaf. As the door closed behind
her, she husked, "He keeps rattling me! I just don't know..."
Amy laughed, "If you can stand it?"
"Well..." Thelma took a breath, shook herself, and stamped her bare
foot. "It's not funny! I've got no defense against him! What am I gonna
do when he's done with me?"
"I think you'd better worry about the next couple of hours!" Amy
reproved, digging through the small closet. "We're staying the night -
right? You had plans for tonight - plans that Danny's almost ALREADY made
come true... Given what you're telling me, he's gonna finish up, and you
CAN'T STOP HIM - so why don't you relax and enjoy it?" She turned and waved
Thelma over. "What are we gonna wear?"
Outside, in the main room, the question surfaced among the males. "If
we toss the rest of these rigs," Danny rumbled, "what do WE wear?"
"Well," Jimmy returned while his brain went into overdrive, "Amy likes
the pool...Swim trunks?"
"Cool," Danny agreed, nodding, and started shucking out of his tuxedo
trousers.
"Dad gave me these..." Jimmy fished the small box out of his coat
pocket.
Danny eyed the box, instantly recognizing it. "Guess we didn't
outsmart him, after all!"
"Yeah, I guess he saw you guys unloading while he was upstairs," Jimmy
grinned. "Dad's the least of our worries - Mom would have freaked!"
Danny grinned back, "Might still, if she pulls that breakfast thing!"
"Well," Jimmy replied, making a face, "Dad said he'd soften the blow,
if it looked like she was gonna do it. Given what I THINK is about to
happen, it'll be worth it! What should I do with these things?"
Jeez, I dunno! I don't wanna be caught holdin'!" Danny exclaimed, one
foot in the trunks he kept permanently at Jimmy's, "The night table?"
"Yeah..." Jimmy shoved them in the drawer of the nightstand, and
started draping his trousers over the hanger where his coat had gone
earlier. - a process that ended up requiring removing everything else and
then re-hanging it all.
"There's a couple of old bikinis here, but nothing that will fit
me..." Amy mused. "How about the robes?" She indicated a couple of thin
items meant to be draped over a suit in a pretense at modesty.
"I don't know..." Thelma was dubious. "I don't have any panties any
more - and no bra... If this thing opens..."
"...You'll be naked underneath?" Amy grinned. "That's bad?" She
giggled, a sound composed half out of mirth and half out of nervousness.
"Thel, I plan to spend most of the rest of the night stark naked, using
Jimmy as a blanket! What are YOU gonna do?"
Thelma was shocked! "Amy, nice girls don't DO that on the first
date!"
Amy looked morose. "Nice girls go home alone, and cry into their
pillows," she sighed. "I don't wanna do that again!" She giggled,
infectiously, "ESPECIALLY since I don't have to!" She pushed Thelma
playfully, "YOU don't have to, either, girl! Even if tomorrow sucks - even
if Danny dumps you on the street corner and hangs your panties on the statue
in front of the school, and tells every boy in school what your pussy tastes
like, your social life is BOUND to get better - so why don't you enjoy
yourself, and worry about tomorrow later?" She spun. "Get my zipper,
willya?"
Thelma frowned pensively as she worked the tab. "Yeah, but it's
different for you - it's not your first time!"
Amy giggled, "Well, the first couple of times were nothing much, I
gotta tell you! Jimmy's already done better with his tongue!" Truth to
tell, Amy's experiences had come a bit young, because of the attraction of
her mammaries. As a result, her first time, at age twelve with a fifteen
year old boy who, once he had her breasts in his hands, wouldn't take 'no'
for an answer, hadn't gotten much past the extremely painful rupture of a
still-thick hymen before it was over. The second, not very long after, had
been a bit more satisfactory, but hadn't gotten much past feeling really
good before her not-too-well endowed partner finished up and lost interest.
In the aftermath, Amy's mother found out she was sexually active and read
her the riot act. That had stopped her until time had passed, other girls
caught up to her development, and she was no longer a major target. "I
figure I'm gonna have to give him a blowjob..." Amy mused.
"Omigod! Have you done that?" Thelma asked, aghast.
"No!" Amy giggled, nervously, "but he hadn't licked a pussy, either!
If I do that, he'll be able to last long enough in my pussy to make me cum,
I hope!"
"I-I still don't know if I dare..." Thelma turned to let Amy unzip
her.
"Look, Thel," Amy admonished, "You want this! You need this! You
KNOW you do! If you run out of guts, you'll kick yourself until you manage
to get to this point again - if you ever do! And next time might not be as
good! Danny's been awful nice..."
"Yeah," Thelma agreed nervously, "I know... But it's all happening so
fast..."
"Thel, you've been chattering about this big dream of having a boy
scratch your itch on Prom Night for six months!" Amy groused. "Well,
TONIGHT is Prom Night! And that big hunk out there will fix you right up -
all you gotta do is give him his head! Stop worrying about next week, and
concentrate on making tonight what you always dreamed it would be!"
"O-okay!" Thelma husked, then: "Damn! Is this thing thin enough?"
The robe Amy had handed her was gossamer thin, more an aid to the avoidance
of sunburn than a sop to modesty. "Amy, we might as well be naked!"
"Then go naked!" Amy challenged. "I want to go skinny-dipping,
anyway! Help me with these hairpins?" Amy sat on a bench and Thelma began
hunting for the pins holding her upswept hair. "At least you don't have to
worry about this!"
It was true. Thelma had merely brushed her curls and sprayed things a
bit to keep them from flying too much - no beauty parlor time for her!
She'd anticipated it being a total waste of time, anyway... Thelma dropped
the hairpins in Amy's purse and announced, "Look, I CAN'T go out there like
this! Were there any bikini bottoms in there? I'm...furry!"
"Thel, Danny's had his tongue in there!" Amy reminded her, giggling.
"Well, Jimmy hasn't!" Thelma retorted. "I might survive being bare-
breasted, but I don't think I can go bare below!"
"Even if I talk the boys into it?" Amy queried, regarding her
sidelong.
"Well, maybe then," Thelma came up with a wisp of a thong, and held it
in front of her mound, where it became apparent that fur would peek out
everywhere. "This thing couldn't cover a postage stamp - and its size
fourteen!" She shook her head and resumed digging. "If he..." she stopped,
unable to complete the thought. "I'm gonna shave if he..."
"If he what?" Amy pressed gently.
"If he k-keeps me!" Thelma forced out. "There, you satisfied?" She
came up with a more demure pair of bottoms, and slid them on. "Still too
loose - I hope the last owner didn't have anything... Amy, are you going
out like that?" she asked, eyeing the shadows that defined her girlfriend's
nipples and pubic mound through the robe.
"Told you I was!" Amy remonstrated. "Ready? Let's go!"
When the girls hit the door, they found that the guys had arranged
themselves in the chairs that sat at about 120 degrees off the line of sight
from the couch to the TV on either side. Both chairs were swivel rockers,
and could be oriented on either the TV, or the couch (which faced the TV
directly and thus had its back to the changing room door), making a
conversation nook around the coffee table. The boys didn't even pretend to
face the couch directly; instead, they had rotated the additional few
degrees required to examine the changing room door directly.
Amy came through first, and Jimmy's eyes nearly burst from his head!
The virtually transparent robe put Amy on display almost more than full
frontal nudity would have, lending just enough mystery to entice. The lack
of support lowered the set of her D-cup orbs by two inches, but the robe
camouflaged the stretch marks, and Jimmy didn't care, anyway. He knew that
anything that large was NOT going to hold onto its structural integrity for
long. But they were big, and they were soft, and nothing would please him
more than to play with them for hours! The shadow of her pubic thatch under
the lower part of the robe, tucked under the gentle swell of her slightly
rounded belly, confirmed that Jimmy's dreams were about to come true - a
girl just didn't approach a guy looking like that if they expected to keep
their 'virtue'! This went 'WAY beyond teasing! Jimmy pretended to lounge
indolently in his chair, awaiting her approach - but his knuckles were white
on the padded arms, and it took every bit of willpower he could muster not
to leap up and manhandle Amy directly to his bed!
Danny scanned Amy and nodded, thinking, 'Nice...' He wouldn't kick
her out of bed if offered a shot, but, frankly, he was of the 'more than a
handful's a waste' school of breast appreciation, and Amy's other rounded
curves made it very clear to him that she was going to be heavy in the long
run. Danny was huge, but it was muscle - he worked out regularly, and
worked at jobs that required heavy lifting. Given a choice between fat and
muscle... Eyes like lasers tracked back to the doorway, where Thelma was
diffidently sidling through. This was more like it! The bikini bottoms
were a mild disappointment, but Thelma wasn't likely to be as
exhibitionistic as Amy - for one thing, there wasn't nearly as much of her!
But the robe tented under stiff nipples atop conical breasts that sat at
exactly the same height as they had in her prom dress, and Thelma was
displaying calves with well defined muscles despite being in the flat straw
sandals. Danny allowed a smile to spread across his face that extended to
his eyes as he locked them on Thelma's.
Amy took in Jimmy's pretense at indolence and saw right through it.
He was vibrating like a fox terrier! She glanced over at Danny, saw his
nod, and was momentarily worried; if Danny drooled over her, it would ruin
Thelma's evening! But a second glance showed that his attention was
elsewhere, and that smile left no doubt as to where! Either Danny was a
perfect gentleman (!) or he actually preferred Thelma (!!) - or both!!
Certainly, he had dismissed her! She swayed around the left side of the
couch, stopped before Jimmy, and announced theatrically, hand to cheek, "I
couldn't find a THING to wear!"
Jimmy grinned from ear to ear. "I'd be lying if I said I was sorry!
You look good enough to eat!"
Amy blushed and giggled, "Silly! You already have!"
Thelma had come through the door behind the three ring circus that Amy
was putting on, not expecting much. She ducked her head, and watched
sidelong as Danny gave Amy the once-over, catching the nod and thinking,
'Well, that's it - Amy's got two boyfriends, now!' But Danny's regard
didn't linger on Amy - his eyes swung to Thelma, and she froze in the door
as his eyes painted a three-dimensional grid on her narrow form - and he
SMILED! She met his eyes, finding them creamy with satisfaction and
approval, and her heart melted.
Thelma didn't think about what she did next; her hands moved of their
own volition. A quick flick, two steps, and the loose bikini bottom hit the
floor while she pattered toward the chair holding the owner of that huge
smile. Distantly, the thought that she could swish her ass flicked through
her mind - she wanted to be buried in those arms again! She settled onto
his lap and he murmured, "What happened to the bikinis?" while gently
rubbing her back.
Thelma affected nonchalance. "They were too big." Danny just nodded,
and wrapped his right arm around her waist, possessing her left hip and
asscheek.
Jimmy missed the byplay, but Amy didn't. She'd spun in place to give
Jimmy the full effect, (which is why Jimmy missed it - he was feasting his
eyes on the moons of her ass) and caught Thelma stepping out of the bikinis.
A flashing glance at Danny as she finished the spin confirmed that Thelma
wasn't competing for his attention - she already had it; the show was for
him alone. Amy's smile as she finished the spin was as much for Thelma as
it was for Jimmy.
Amy dropped into Jimmy's lap and snuggled up. "Whatever are we gonna
do?"
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