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Chapter 53.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 053
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 53
Saturday afternoon/evening: McGinty's
Helen was taking a break in the area off the kitchen when Flossie
stuck her head in the door. "Couple of guys out front lookin'for ya!" She
popped her gum and wiggled her eyebrows, "Big 'uns!"
Helen cocked an eyebrow, and entered the main dining room. There,
near the door, stood Big Al and a younger, taller, more rawboned version of
himself. She found herself wondering just exactly what the next five
minutes held in store... "What can I do for you boys?" she asked, briskly.
Big Al played it straight, "Its dinner time; thought we'd check out
the menu."
"Booth or table?"
"Booth. Someplace quiet."
Helen led the pair around the corner to a row of booths against the
back wall, seating them in one reasonably close to the window, but that had
no one on either side. She smiled at Al, relieved that he hadn't
embarrassed her, and asked, "What can I get you to drink?" Big Al got an
odd look on his face, then shrugged his shoulders. "Whatcha got?" This led
to the inevitable litany, at the end of which the men settled on sweet tea.
Helen moved off to get it. A quick glance might have indicated that the
rate was businesslike - but the hips swayed quite a bit. Big Al watched her
out of sight; his companion watched Big Al's face, which was a study in lust
and longing.
The pair pored over the menu, and in a few minutes Helen returned,
placing the tea before them. She smiled, "Hi, Al. I didn't really expect
to see you."
Big Al's face was a study in consternation, "Why?"
"I figured you'd come to your senses..." Helen began, with her hands
out, deprecating herself.
"You figured I was done with slam and bam, and had moved on to 'Thank
you, Ma'am?'" Al looked at his companion. "See? The woman has no idea..."
Helen blushed. Not REALLY knowing what the comment meant, she decided
to ignore it. "Who's this?"
"This," Big Al grinned evilly, "is the one McCormick male you haven't
taken to bed! Meet my eldest son, Mike."
Helen turned absolutely fire engine red from her hairline to the tops
of her breasts - but Big Al had been careful, and no one else heard.
Shakily, she addressed Mike, "Pleased to meet you."
Mike was apparently equally embarrassed. "Pleased to meet YOU. Sorry
about Dad - he thinks he's complimenting you."
Helen nodded, then collected herself. "What'll you boys have?"
Al raised an eyebrow, "I don't really see what I'm hoping for..." At
Helen's arched eyebrow, he beckoned with a finger, and when she approached,
murmured "Wet pussy - I've got a particular one in mind..."
"Oh!" Helen exclaimed, and swatted him on the collarbone. She blushed
furiously, but was pleased - and Al had been quiet enough that even Mike
wasn't SURE what he'd said.
"... I guess I'll have to settle for something with a nice big chicken
breast in it - maybe the cordon bleu?" The breast he casually handled,
however, wasn't chicken.
Helen stood rooted for a moment, then backed away. "Al!" she hissed,
"We're in public!"
Al's eyes took on a look like gunbarrels, "When can I get you again in
private?"
"Uh..." Helen shook. The man was relentless! "Soon?"
"Tonight?" His big paw lay gently over hers. "When do you get off?"
"Eleven."
"Do I come here?"
"I have to take my car home. You can come there..."
Al grinned, "After all, I already have..."
Helen's blush machine went live again. She turned to Mike. "Uh,
what'll YOU have?"
"The s-" Mike realized the incipient faux pas, and glanced quickly at
the menu "Uh, eggplant parmesan."
Helen was grateful. If Mike had started teasing her, she didn't know
WHAT she'd have done. She managed, somehow, to get through the salad,
vegetables, and other side dishes without Al making any further sally and
escaped with their orders. Once out of reach however, she again began to
sway.
Al barely missed drooling. "That's a lotta woman," he husked.
"She certainly is," Mike agreed. "Take it a little easy, though, or
you'll scare her off!"
"Can't," Big Al grunted, "One look at her and I want to howl at the
moon and stick my nose in her crotch! And the silly bitch thinks she's ugly
or somethin'!"
Flossie was grinning from ear to ear when Helen got to the kitchen.
"So THAT's the one who's been checking your oil level! What'd he order, you
on a plate?"
Helen giggled, "He DID complain that I wasn't on the menu!"
Big Al behaved himself during the meal (which was good, by the way),
but it was with some trepidation that Helen approached the table to ask the
dessert question. "Can I get you some dessert?" she asked, looking first at
Big Al, then at Mike.
The glance at Mike proved her undoing, as a huge hand dropped upon the
back of her neck, and she found her lips pressed against Al's. After a
moment, Al let her withdraw - but he held her eyes and said, "I'll get the
rest later."
That pretty well put the lid on things, and the pair moved out moments
later - leaving a big tip, of course.
Once again, Flossie couldn't resist teasing Helen, "Not supposed to
give the customers sugar," she admonished, eyes dancing.
"What 'give'?" Helen replied "He took it!" Nonetheless, she was
radiant for the remaining 4 hours of her shift.
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