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Chapter 49.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 049
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 49
Saturday morning: the Vincent's
"Wake up, sleepyhead! Mom wants you to suffer!" Eddie made a litany
of the words as he shook Tim awake.
"Go 'way!" Tim murmured, sleepily. "Wha' time is it?"
"8:30. Mom says you got in at 3:45 - and she wants to know why..."
Eddie looked positively supercilious.
Tim groaned. "Take it easy on me! If you do, I'll make it worth your
while..."
Eddie grunted. "What do YOU have that I want?"
Tim grinned. "Information. VALUABLE information. You want it -
believe me!"
Eddie looked skeptical. "Awright. I'll go easy. I can ALWAYS get
even later..."
"Good, reach me a shirt out of that drawer..."
"I didn't promise to be your butler..." Eddie snatched out a T shirt
and tossed it to Tim, anyway.
Tim smiled archly, "You wouldn't think twice about it if you knew..."
Eddie frowned. Tim obviously wasn't bluffing. He'd have to play the
game.
Tim shuffled downstairs, still bleary-eyed. Trish pounced at the
kitchen door. "3:45, huh? What happened?"
Tim growled, "Well, part of it was that we had to handle crap like
this from Dolores' mom..."
"Good. Serves you right. So, what happened to your big plans?"
Tim stopped his mother with a look, "We followed 'em. To the letter.
Call Mandi's mom, if you don't believe me. The only thing I'm guilty of is
not watching the clock closely enough."
Trish backed off. She knew that tone of voice. Tim didn't bluff. If
she called, she knew she would get the same story from Mandi's mother -
verbatim. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah. Movie was no great shakes, but we had dinner at Gino's. Got
to Mandi's about midnight, and Dina and Mandi's sister Denise gave us some
dancing lessons. The whole bunch of us lost track - Terry and Jackie are
probably both grounded."
Eddie's ears picked up at the mention of Denise. "Denise was with
you? I thought she had a date with Todd?" The question held a mild
undertone of irritation.
Tim grinned. "She sent Todd on his way - very visibly - at Gino's, and
came home with us."
Eddie was suspicious. EVERYBODY knew that Denise was busy burning her
way through all of the senior class sports teams and that she couldn't
POSSIBLY have gone home early on a Friday night! He turned a jaundiced eye
on Tim - something that went unnoticed by his mother - and was surprised by
the look on Tim's face as he shot him a warning glance. Tim's arch look
said 'There's more to this - but if you bite now, you'll never hear it!' as
clearly as if he'd said it aloud. Eddie stifled himself.
Trish began pouring pancakes on the griddle. "Well, I'm glad you had
a good time, but I don't think I'd make a habit of annoying Mr. Brown."
Tim grinned ruefully. "Yeah. I'm aware of that..."
Bruce came down to breakfast. He eyed Tim briefly, but caught the
warning look from Trish, and treated the subject of Tim's whereabouts as
closed.
After breakfast, Tim staggered back upstairs to get a bit more shut-
eye. Eddie followed. "Okay, give! What happened at Gino's?"
Tim grinned, "Well, it'll be all over school Monday, anyway. You know
those back booths at Gino's?" Eddie nodded. "Well, we all crowded into
one." He fixed Eddie with a look. "You know that crap Bobby and Dina have
been pulling?"
"Yeah," Eddie grinned, "Suddenly Dina is SuperSlut - and Bobby
apparently has a 14 inch cock that she can't live without!"
Tim nodded. "Well, they started up again at Gino's! Dina got down
under the table and blew Bobby, in plain sight! And while everybody's
eyeballs were still bugging, Jackie did Terry and Mandi did Rick!"
"No shit!"
"I shit you not! Anyway, suddenly Denise was there. She said
something like 'I gotta hang with you guys - you're having more fun than I
am' and squeezed in. Todd came around and she dumped him like a bag of
dirty laundry - in front of about a hundred people."
Eddie looked sly. "I didn't hear anything about YOU getting blown..."
Tim shrugged, "I didn't - then. Dolores did me later, at Mandi's -
with Denise coaching her on the fine points. Jesus, what she knows about
blow jobs!"
Eddie got a dark brown look on his face. "She's plenty practiced!" he
growled.
Tim again regarded his brother archly, "Which brings me to my other
bit of news. You'd like to have that, wouldn't you?"
Eddie dropped his eyes. "Yeah, but I don't want a blow job or a one-
nighter - I want the whole package! Besides, she's seen me - and ignores
me!"
"Lotta crap comes with that package. You'd have horns from half the
student body!"
"It'd be worth it if I was her STEADY man, not just her latest."
"Denise likes her sex. You might have to put up with an occasional
set of horns..."
"I could probably handle it if she didn't rub my nose in it - or
included me - and as long as she came back, afterward." Eddie's eyes were
sad.
"That kind of thing takes a BIG man. Are YOU a BIG man?" Tim
challenged.
Eddie was pensive. "I like to think so. I also like to think I could
supply most of her needs."
Tim pierced his brother with a look. "Okay, what if I told you that
with her sister's example in front of her, Denise is trying to turn over a
new leaf? What if I told you that Denise is looking for a meaningful
relationship?"
"What if you told me a leopard lost his spots in the washing machine?"
Eddie grinned.
"I had a long talk with Denise, and she's deadly serious. She's tired
of being passed around like a roll of toilet paper. She's looking for a
single main squeeze - and she's scared to death she won't be able to find
one."
"What's that got to do with me?" Eddie was defensive.
"What if I told you she's not ignoring you - she just doesn't want to
give you the idea that you're just another notch on her bedpost? What if I
told you that if you played your cards right, you had a shot?"
Eddie was floored. "Me?" he squeaked.
"You'd have to be a 'BIG man'. You'd have to treat her like something
other than a walking sex doll. You'd have to go in without expectations.
You'd have to understand if she fell off the wagon. If you treat her like a
cunt, she'll treat you like a dick - and look elsewhere for a main squeeze!
If you expect her to blow you on the first date, she will - but it'll be the
ONLY date you get..." Tim admonished.
"Yeah." Eddie was pensive. "You sure?"
"When's the last time I fucked you over over something this serious?"
Eddie nodded to himself. The answer was 'Never' - Tim played straight
up. "How do I play it?"
"Straight. Ask her out. Give her what she asks for - but don't look
for more. Treat her like any other girl - keep your hands in the safe zones
until invited to do otherwise. Denise is a gold mine - don't just grab a
nugget and go, dig a bit. You could end up with a silly fucking grin on
your face for a long time to come!"
Eddie grinned. "Still need that butler?"
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