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Chapter 41. This is the last nosex chapter for a
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 041
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 41
Thursday evening: the Vincent's
As school let out, Tim collected Dolores and said, simply, "I think we
ought to go to my place tonight."
Dolores' eyes widened. "Are you sure, Sugar?"
Tim gave her a level look, "Yeah. It won't be a surprise. The
subject came up yesterday."
They got in the car, and Dolores immediately snuggled up to Tim,
shivering. Tim hugged her and grinned at her obvious fear of the upcoming
encounter. "S'Okay, Babe. Couldn't be any worse than my first run-in with
your Pop!" He laughed, shortly.
"I'm sure they'll be polite, but..." Dolores had seen her share of
white condescension. Hell, she'd seen BLACK condescension! A good dose of
that could kill their relationship. She couldn't handle it.
"Just try to relax. I'm not expecting trouble. We're not dropping
any bombs today. They know we're dating, and that we're going to the Prom.
It'll be fine." Tim pulled into his driveway, and held her hand as she slid
out behind him across the driver's side, rather than getting out the
passenger door.
Trish looked up from the shopping list she was preparing at the
kitchen table to see Tim come in the front door, hand in hand with a tall,
curvaceous, and very nervous brown-skinned girl. She rose from the table
and came forward into the living room, where the couple had ground to a halt
upon detecting her.
Dolores saw a matronly, middle aged woman wearing bifocals, with
prematurely grey hair pulled back into a bun. Trish, having taken in the
background, looked directly into Dolores' eyes, seeing one very scared
little girl looking back at her. Those eyes pled for acceptance, and
Trish's heart melted instantly. Trish's step firmed, and she moved right
in, gathering a surprised Dolores into her arms for a hug. "Hello, Dolores,
I'm Trish." She backed off after a quick squeeze. "My goodness, you're
cute. No wonder Tim gets that look on his face when he talks about you!"
Dolores looked to Tim, who was totally bemused by the unfolding situation.
Trish took Dolores' hand, and led her toward the kitchen, "Come on in the
kitchen - have you two eaten anything? Want a Coke?" Trish proceeded to
sit Dolores down at the kitchen table and prattle away at her for 4 or 5
minutes. Tim, thoroughly bemused, could barely get a word in edgewise - but
at the end of it, Dolores was relaxed and smiling. Tim managed to extract
her and they made their way into the den to 'watch some TV'. "I'll try to
keep Eddie off you!" Trish promised.
"That wasn't so bad, I guess..." Tim said, doubtfully.
Dolores hugged him to her. "Your Momma was incredibly sweet to me -
she must have known I was scared to death!"
"Huh!" Tim replied, "Surprised the Hell out of me! If you went over
that well with Mom, Dad's a cinch!" He began nuzzling her ear, making
Dolores giggle.
Forty minutes later, Bruce walked through the door. Trish met him
in the living room, announcing, "Dolores is here, and she's the SWEETEST
thing!"
Bruce, who expected Trish to have trouble with Dolores over her
ethnic background - but to be unable to admit it - was more than a little
surprised. "Really?"
"Oh, yes. She's got a bit of a temper on her - but that will help
her to keep Tim in line... They're in the den."
Bruce made a noise before sticking his head around the corner to say
"Hi!" Tim was surreptitiously trying to extract a finger from underneath
Dolores' halter. Bruce waited for them to get organized, pretending that he
had seen nothing, then entered the room and met them as they rose from the
couch. "So, you're the little girl that Marcus Brown brags about. I can
see why!"
"Pop talks about me?" Dolores asked, surprised.
"All the time, at the VFW. He's pretty proud of you. Did I let out
a secret?" Bruce grinned.
Dolores blushed, an interesting color combination with her cinnamon
complexion, "Uh, maybe. He's not much for compliments at home."
"No, he wouldn't be, would he? Tim has the same problem with me!"
Bruce clapped Tim on the shoulder. Turning his attention back to Dolores, he
continued, "We're pleased to have you. Make yourself at home. I'll leave
you to your own devices - I'm thirsty!" Bruce turned and meandered out,
smiling. Trish met him in the living room with a beer. "Damn, she's
pretty! Nice, too!" Trish nodded, smiling. "Oh, another thing. You'd
better start picking out names for your grandchildren. Unless I miss my
guess, they're about three days from hot, sweaty sex!"
"Oh, you!" Trish swatted her grinning husband on the shoulder. "Is
that all you ever think about?"
Bruce screwed up his face in thought. "Nope, but it sure beats
whatever comes second!" The grin returned and he stepped in close, then
goosed his wife, running his thumb along her crotch and up along the crack
of her ample behind. Trish's eyes popped and she leaped forward - bashing
into him from crotch to shoulder. Bruce wrapped his arm around her,
trapping her in place and leered at her. "I get few complaints..."
Trish worked up a head of mock anger, "Yeah, you probably don't get
any from those young hussies you work with!"
"Huh! Them fragile things? I'd break 'em rounding third. I need a
husky woman who can take the heat!" He crushed her to him. "I bring my
spunk HOME, to a woman I know can handle it! ...Speaking of handling it..."
Trish kissed him, smearing her eyeglasses. "Later, you! We can't
go to bed at 6:30 with guests in the house! Eddie will talk!"
Bruce laughed, let go of his wife, and took a sip of his almost
forgotten beer. "I'm gonna hold you to that!" Life was good... Trish was a
little thick here and there, and was no raving beauty, but she had 20 year's
experience making him happy, and was damned good at it. Women who worked at
the firm he did engineering work for were either empty-headed sales staff,
long on talk and incredibly short on action, or 'sex'retarys. Bruce's
engineer's mind couldn't abide the merely decorative, even in women. The
couple of female engineering colleagues he had might as well have been men,
once a problem was under discussion - and he liked it that way. Trish's
perennial comments about his sex life at work covered an insecurity that was
totally unjustified; Trish fit his needs like he'd done her design spec
himself, and he had absolutely no interest in looking elsewhere. On the
other hand, though, it DID keep her on her toes, resulting in a few more
happy moments in bed...
Trish headed off to the kitchen, wiping her eyeglasses absently on a
dish towel she'd had over her shoulder. "Dinner's in a half hour. Find out
if Dolores is staying, Hon."
"Okay." Bruce wandered toward the den, executing the same
noisemaking routine as previously. Tim managed to have his hands in sight
when he finally stuck his head around the door. "Dinner in a half hour.
Will you be staying, Dolores?"
"Uh..." Dolores' hands fluttered, and her head wobbled in
indecision. "Can I call home?"
"Sure. Tim, show her the phone." An evil grin appeared on Bruce's
visage. "NOT the one in your room!" Returning his gaze to Dolores, he
added, "Just let Trish know, so she can set the table properly." He accepted
Dolores' obedient nod, and took his grin from the room.
"Hallo?" Padma answered the burring phone.
"Momma, I've been invited to dinner at Tim's. Is it okay?" came a
familiar voice.
"Surely." Padma replied. Then in a lower voice, "How are things
going, Daughter?"
"Great!" Dolores gushed. "They've been wonderful!"
"Good. Have a good time, but remember that it is a school night!"
"I will, Momma!" Click.
Padma looked at Marcus, who was sitting in his chair with an eyebrow
raised. "There will be one fewer for dinner, Husband. Our in-laws
apparently know how to treat a house guest."
Marcus grinned. "Padma, that's NOT a done deal. This is the US,
and we don't do it that way. It's also not a surprise. Tim's Pop has a fine
reputation - well deserved, from what I've seen."
Padma cocked an eyebrow. "And the mother? THAT'S the dangerous
one!"
"I dunno. She don't come to the Hall. Guess we'll see. What'm I
gettin' an extra portion of?"
"Vindaloo, and I hope it gives you heartburn!" Padma snapped, then
grinned to take the sting out.
"Looks like we'll be losing a daughter soon. Am I gonna need to
pound your ass and git another one on you?" Marcus smirked.
"I need no more daughters - but you can pound me anyway, Husband!
Maybe we won't have to hide in the bedroom so much!" She ambled off to the
kitchen, humming.
Marcus quelled an urge to chase her down. Vindaloo could wait, but
the naan he was smelling wouldn't. Bedtime was soon enough.
After dinner, the young couple moved into the living room, leaving
the den and its TV set to Bruce and Trish. This helped keep Eddie out of
trouble, too. When Trish announced "It's nine thirty!" both got the hint.
Dolores hit the door with Trish's "Hurry back, Dear!" ringing in her ears.
"Hallo? Yes, I'll get him. It's for you, Husband." Padma handed
Marcus the phone.
"Marcus? Bruce Vincent."
"Hullo!"
"Your daughter is on her way home with Tim. She's a fine young
lady..."
'Here it comes...' thought Marcus.
"...and she's welcome to visit us any time! You need to update that
ratty old picture of her you carry, though. Everybody at the Hall thinks
she's twelve!" Bruce laughed.
"Yeah. Didn't want that bunch of lechers to know how far along she
was!" Marcus laughed.
"Probably a good idea! She's filled out a bit since that picture!"
More laughter. "Well, they should be along soon - if they don't get
sidetracked."
"If they do," Marcus quipped, "I think Tim and Padma have already
negotiated the dowry!"
"Holy shit!" Bruce roared. "Seriously, they make a fine looking
couple. Let's wait and see what happens."
"Yeah... Thanks for the call."
"Sure thing. 'Night, Marcus."
"G'night."
"Husband?" Padma was transfixed.
"Bruce Vincent. Said Dolores could plunk her scrawny ass on his
couch anytime. Gave me shit about that old picture of her I carry. I
figger she'll be grinning when she hits the door." Marcus took a pull of
his beer. "She needs to hurry up. All this talk of romance got me thinking
about that pounding I promised your ass!"
"She knows how to lock the door, Husband." Padma opened her sari,
wiggled her tits back and forth salaciously, and took off at a dead run for
the bedroom, giggling, because Marcus was already out of his chair.
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