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Chapter 130. A seriously busy little time...
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 130
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 oral ir MF voy MFF D/s mfm
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 130
The morning after the night before
Tim Vincent popped awake. It was a tad after nine, and something
delicious had just settled over his cock... Opening his eyes, he beheld
Dolores' flyaway curls moving slowly up and down as her lips massaged his
morning boner. Beyond, her pretty tits swayed under the impetus of her
efforts - a beautiful sight! "Whatcha doing?"
Dolores' eyes danced. "Breakfast!" she announced in a momentary break
manufactured for the purpose.
Tim chuckled, "Baby, I hope you won't be mad, but I consider eating
pussy dessert - there's not enough calories in it to keep me going!"
Dolores shrugged and turned laughing eyes upon him again, raising
herself from her work just enough to utter one word: "Protein!"
Tim laughed and buried both hands in her thick curls. "Want it fast
or slow?"
Dolores limited herself to single word responses: "Fast," she
announced, "Hungry!"
Tim laughed and steadied her head, then began driving. Dolores
concentrated on opening her throat; she might not be able to get a deep-
throat going herself, but if he pushed it, she wanted to be there.
Tim, realizing that she wanted to be pushed, did so, watching the
blood suffuse her face as he triggered her gag reflex, again and again, by
pushing all the way to the back of her throat. But she didn't withdraw, and
after a few strokes, her breathing got easier. Tim let it ride for a bit,
then snapped his hips, driving beyond. Dolores, taken by surprise, went
rigid - but Tim was gone before she could react, having settled back to mere
pushing the edge of the envelope. The fact that she'd survived gave Dolores
confidence; she was ready the next time; breathing through her nose as the
spongy head made a bulge in her throat. Tim assessed her reaction, waited
three strokes, and did it again.
Confidence drove her deeper; Tim watched her neck distend, thinking
that it was one of the most erotic sights he'd ever seen! After a couple
more intermittent burials, Dolores began meeting his strokes, denying him a
withdrawal, forcing deep penetrations to keep up the sensation. In the
meantime, amazingly, her nose began to bonk into his pubes!
Meanwhile, all of this incredible stimulation was having its effect!
In a husky voice, Tim asked, "Do you wanna drink it, or do you want me to
shoot it straight down?"
Dolores was doing really well, but experience told her that he would
swell again! Backing off, she choked out, "Drink!"
"Hokay!" Tim grunted, stiffening, "Cummmmming!" He threw his head
back, and through some effort of will released hers. Dolores backed off
until she merely captured his swelling glans, and rubbed her tongue on the
sensitive underside, aiding Tim's release. Tim filled her mouth twice
before the flow backed off to mere pulsations without significant output.
"AAAaaaaahhhh! Damn!" Tim collapsed back onto the bed.
Dolores grinned, licking her lips, then swallowed a couple of times to
clear her sticky throat, "Now, Sugar, I guess you're gonna want real food?"
Jackie and Terry were already up, playing in the shower. The pair had
spent the remains of the night entwined, and Jackie, in particular, was
wondering if they could get in one more bout - God knew when her mother was
going to settle down! Jackie pushed Terry against the back wall of the
shower, knelt, and enveloped him with her mouth - but Terry wasn't having
any! In an effort of will, he snatched her back up by one arm, spinning her
around, bent her over and began probing for her opening. Jackie, more than
happy to oblige, acquiesced, putting her hands on the wall below the shower
head to brace herself, the water pounding on her back and running over her
ass as Terry found his target and made penetration. "Ummmm," she sighed.
The water (and the soap they'd been playing with) denied lubrication to her
outer lips, but she was still plenty wet inside, and more flow was
available. In no time, both their legs were quivering as orgasm rushed up
on them. Terry managed to hold out until Jackie stiffened and her canal
began to pulse and flex, then he buried himself and blasted away, crushing
her spasming hips to him.
"That was quick, but good!" Terry exclaimed shakily.
Jackie nodded, grinning. "Now we're all messy again!"
"Well, gimme the soap!" Terry laughed.
"Wash my hair?" Terry took the shampoo bottle, and Jackie luxuriated
in the feel of gentle fingers on her scalp.
Jackie's concerns over her mother were unfounded, as it happened.
Nine o'clock found Jennifer draped bonelessly over Mike McCormick, virtually
cross-eyed and drooling as she recovered from two delicious orgasms received
while riding cowgirl on Mike's cock before he flooded her channel.
Mike was a bit more tense. Urination had been part of the cause for
the morning erection that had attracted Jennifer's attention, and now, with
the other issue taken care of, post-coital urgency was building. He stirred
beneath her, halting her descent into relaxed unconsciousness, "Missy, I
love ya, but if I don't get up and pee, things are gonna get real wet around
here..."
"Mmmm?" Jennifer mumbled, "What did you say?"
"I said I gotta pee!" Mike replied, aggravated.
But Jennifer was raising back up to a vertical position, unfortunately
on Mike's distended lower abdomen, with an odd frown on her face. "No, the
other thing..."
"Other thing?" Mike reprocessed his earlier remark. "Oh!" He
blushed, ducking his head so as not to meet her eye. "Sorry! Pretty much
trivialized the whole thing, didn't I?"
Jennifer regarded him skeptically, "Yeah, you did. And if you hadn't
said it, I wouldn't have had to ask you if you were serious. Now I do."
She crossed her arms.
Mike reflected on what was undoubtedly a Freudian slip. "I'm thinking
that this is important. Can't it wait until I can think straight?"
"It could, but it won't!" Jennifer replied with mock hauteur. "I have
you where I want you - so you'll tell me - or else! You don't want me to
bounce?" She made to shift her weight over his distended bladder.
"No, no, no! Okay!" Mike howled, and Jennifer held herself above his
tense stomach. "I, well, there are arguments to be made as to whether I
know the difference or not, but my mouth got ahead of my brain, as usual.
But, as usual, when it does, it deals out truth. Yes. I love you."
Jennifer sat there, sober, then: "You're right - this is a bad time!
I want to hug you and squeeze you REAL BAD..." Slowly, she backed off his
legs and helped him up, restraining herself to a big kiss on the cheek.
"Hurry back, I owe you a major snuggle!"
But Mike was already hobbling toward the bathroom as fast as he could.
'Oh, Lord!' he worried, while he eased his bladder of what felt like five
gallons of urine, 'How serious am I?' But a quick assessment of his
emotional state was both reassuring and scary. 'Pretty serious, I guess...'
In that frame of mind, he hobbled back in to face the music.
Armand Wilson sat at his breakfast table in the airy breakfast nook of
his mansion in the nearby city, sipping his coffee. Jason, his
butler/batman, approached the table, carrying an envelope; he didn't smile,
quite - neither of them did, much - but there was something there... "Last
night's surveillance results from your ex-spouse and offspring, Sir," he
murmured, sliding them along the table to Armand.
Armand took in the expression. "Ah, yes, Prom Night, wasn't it? I
gather that there are items of unusual interest?"
"Hmmm, yes," Jason showed his teeth, about as close to a smile as he
normally came. Although he was Armand's subordinate, he was also a kindred
soul, a master manipulator with whom Armand shared the fruits of his labors
regularly. And in Armand's household, his word was law, second only to
Armand's, as the rest of the servants - all well and truly broken - could
attest.
Armand collected the envelope and began to scan the contents. Sharon
would have been horrified if she knew just how closely her's and Nora's
activities were tracked. Armand owned a detective agency, and it pleased
his bent toward voyeurism and dominance to have them watched all of the
time, by a dedicated team of detectives. It cost an arm and a leg, but
Armand had it and didn't mind spending it on his favorite toy and their
daughter. No expense was spared - Sharon's house was riddled with spy cams
and microphones; her efforts to avoid detection by dragging Nate and Nora
inside had made things WORSE due to the fact that all of the spaces that she
dragged them through in search of privacy were thoroughly bugged. Armand
had thousands of hours of video of them both in every state of dress and
undress; he knew that Sharon was so thoroughly hung-up that she wouldn't
even touch herself, and he also knew that Nora suffered under no such
restriction - not that he had any sexual interest in his daughter, other
than voyeuristic delight in watching her enjoy herself.
But Armand's team had been thorough: the wait-staff at the Prom had
been penetrated, and they were collecting background information on Nate
before they left the dance floor the first time. It wasn't really a
surprise; they were good, and alert, and experience had taught them that if
they missed anything important, Armand's hand would lie heavily upon them.
The side trip to Porter's had presented a challenge, but not an insuperable
one; they managed to obtain clear audio and video of the escapade, despite
the darkness - indeed, they had been prepared for a long time for such
collection, Armand having made it clear that if Nora's defloration were not
on video, heads would roll.
Armand began reading the synopsis, and his eyebrows went up. He then
cross-referenced the in-depth surveillance report and his brows rose again.
He glanced up at Jason, whose teeth were still showing. "I see you're ahead
of me."
"Witherspoon alerted me that you were likely to be interested," Jason
replied, somewhat self-satisfied.
"Anything on the Adams boy?" Armand asked.
"In the appendix. It's sketchy, at this point. He's high-strung, and
has been in trouble with the law a few times for youthful hijinks - nothing
seriously criminal, more that he appears to have too much time and energy on
his hands. Typical teenage boy - riding high on unused testosterone..."
Jason hesitated, then: "He's black, you realize..."
"Yeah. Gutsy of her; she has to know that she's going to catch some
flack..." Armand rubbed his chin. "Family? His, I mean..."
Jason dug out the appendix. "No apparent father. Mother is a drug-
addicted slut; not an incredible example, unless you count negatives..."
Jason frowned in concentration as he scanned the document. "Apparently,
that's exactly what she has been - young Mr. Adams does not drink, does not
smoke, and if he's used drugs it has been anecdotal experimentation.
Witherspoon sent a team to the boy's house. No one was home. It's a
hellhole - except for the boy's room - and he was at the laundramat, at last
report." This last was delivered under raised eyebrows.
Armand perused the enclosed timeline. "How much of this did they
get?"
Jason again showed his teeth, "Everything, apparently. Witherspoon
was preening on the phone. Including your ex's inept attempt to deliver
them from detection."
Armand chuckled. The woman knew she was under surveillance, but
Armand had been careful not to intensify her paranoia further by revealing
the actual depth. "Where are the recordings?"
"En route, by courier. This will be the raw, first cut; the editing
team is working on a copy to create something more polished for repeat
viewing, but Witherspoon fully expected you would want it ASAP."
Armand nodded. "Let me know when it arrives. Looks like I'll be
entertained by the offspring, after all." Dismissed, Jason left Armand to
absorb the report.
Belle, nude, with her hands handcuffed behind her back, knelt on her
new master's left while he lounged at table, eating. Merry, similarly
outfitted, knelt on his right. They were burning their way through their
sixth waffle; Master was eating with his fingers, wiping sticky syrup first
on Belle's breasts, then Merry's, whenever the notion struck him - usually
after popping a morsel in one or the other of their mouths. If his fingers
got TOO sticky, he availed himself of the services of a willing mouth to
suck them clean. Belle's chest was coated in maple syrup, as was Merry's -
God only knew just how they were going to work cleanup, with their hands
cuffed.
Master sat back, sated. "My, that was good!" he exclaimed, then eyed
them, "Coffee?" Belle nodded, as did Merry; Master held a cup below the
table. "Lap!" he directed. Belle obediently lowered her head to the cup and
collected a bit with her tongue, somewhat sloppy with the uncharacteristic
method. Master gave her a bit to work at it, then shifted his attention to
Merry, whom he was careful to afford equal attention. Belle was grateful;
she didn't want to become a focus of Merry's anger or jealousy.
Merry recognized her master's efforts for what they were, and was
well-pleased. He didn't have to - at some point, he probably wouldn't, just
to make the point that he was aware of the fact. But that made the fine
effort at consideration even sweeter in her opinion; Robert might be her
master, but he wasn't inconsiderate or brutal about it. How fortunate she
was! Still, she ensured that she took no moment of the treatment for
granted - he could flip on an instant's notice if he thought she was getting
inappropriate ideas...
"My, what incredibly messy eaters you two are!" he exclaimed, mocking
them with his eyes. "Obviously, you will have to clean up, if you're to
serve me further..." He pretended to ponder a moment. "Well, tongues seem
to be all that's readily available; Belle, do Merry's left breast - that's a
good girl! Merry, you're free to enjoy the attention... Sit up, so we miss
hair, wherever possible." Robert sat back to enjoy the spectacle of Belle
attacking Merry's breast with her tongue.
In an incredibly short time, Merry's breast was clean and Belle was
entertaining herself by sucking Merry's nipple. "Okay, time to switch!"
Robert announced, "Merry, time to return the favor! Belle's left, please!"
Belle's larger, more pendulous breasts took a bit longer, but it was a
matter of a couple of minutes, at most. "Belle, Merry's right..." Robert
directed, and the pair switched again, both beginning to pant at the
stimulation. By the time Belle's right breast was clean, both were flushed.
Robert was also ready for some attention. Standing, he snatched two
chairs from the table and parked them next to one another, front to front,
chair-backs on the outside. "Now that we're all warmed up, each of you bend
over a chair!" he directed. Belle took the left chair, and Merry the right,
moving quickly. Robert savored the view. Both women were wet from their
recent antics; Belle's ass was a bit more plush than Merry's, but that made
her different, not better. Robert shucked out of his sweatpants and knelt
behind Merry, sliding his erect cock along her moist slit to pick up
moisture, then slipped it in in one smooth stroke. Merry gasped out an
"Ummmm!" and cooperated, holding herself in a position that supported easy
penetration. Robert stayed with her for five sweet strokes, then withdrew
and moved to his left, lining up on and penetrating Belle's vagina after the
same fashion. Belle, too, gasped in pleasure and raised her ass a bit,
holding it there, backing into his strokes. Robert gave Belle her five,
then withdrew and remounted Merry, this time for ten. He took his time,
cataloguing the differences between the two women. Merry's pussy was a
compact, tight, smooth walled clam with thin outer lips, buttery inside,
while Belle's was more heavily built, with larger, looser outer lips, and
more of a suggestion of multiple folds inside, presenting a somewhat rougher
ride, even though at this point, it was tighter due to having had a bit less
recent use. They made an interesting contrast. Robert again moved from
Merry to Belle, eliciting a mild groan from Merry; she'd been approaching a
climax. He grinned and took pity on her, inserting the thumb of his right
hand in her vagina and using it as a base from which to work her clit with
his fingers. The distraction actually made it easier to maintain control
while he worked Belle.
On the next pass, he went fifteen strokes - and Merry came, squealing,
her spasming pussy almost taking him with her. But he extracted himself,
gave a long count of five to help support recovery of his self-control, and
began delivering his fifteen strokes to Belle.
But Belle had been carried away by the sights and sounds of Merry's
climax; she was MUCH closer to release, possibly also due to the fact that
Robert had borne down a bit with his fingers while distracted by Merry's
climax. In any event, Belle started a big, heaving cum - gasping and
snorting while she drove herself back onto his penetrator - almost
immediately. Control for fifteen strokes was impossible under those
conditions, especially just after almost losing it in Merry; Robert's
attempt to preserve himself for a climax inside Merry failed under the
onslaught of Belle's moaning contractions. He fought his way through four -
or was it five? - strokes before the pulsing, clasping heat became too much,
and he lurched into Belle's depths to spill his seed, groaning.
After a moment's rest, he rose up from his position draped over
Belle's back, unlocked her cuffs and Merry's, and swatted them both
playfully on the ass. "Off you go, for a real cleanup in the shower!" he
announced, "and make sure there's hot water left, or I'm sure I can find a
whip or something, somewhere..." Now that he had two slaves, he was short
on everything, it seemed... even sperm! Besides, he needed to visit the
young man at the Sex Shoppe - Alvin? - about the pictures...
"Morning, Luv! Breakfast!" Irma Nally wedged herself and a breakfast
tray through the door to Mary's suite. The morning after a big blow like
the Prom, Mary was usually testy - it was best to get her up, rather than
let her lie around moping. "I brought you some juice and coffee... How was
the - Ohmigod!"
"Mmmom?" Mary groaned, opening one eye.
Irma stood transfixed. There were three heads on the pillows of
Mary's bed; two appeared to be male, and one was definitely black!
Mary grimaced. She hadn't really planned for them to be caught like
this until she'd paved the way some... "Morning Mom."
Teddy's eyes blinked open, got one look at Irma, and he hid his head
under the covers. Stick just lay there, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
Irma caught her breath, "Luv, I know that you bring an occasional boy
up here, and I've turned a blind eye, under the circumstances - but this!"
She waved at the bed. "Who are these boys?"
Mary sighed, and rubbed her sleep-puffed face. They'd been up pretty
late... "This," she announced, flipping back the sheet and exposing Teddy's
features, "is Teddy Frick. You know Teddy - he's been over a bunch of
times, and he escorted Nora and I last night." Teddy waved meekly. "This,"
she continued, bringing a hand up to point, "is Stick Williams, a mutual
friend." Stick nodded, and kept his mouth shut. If he didn't start
anything, maybe the shit wouldn't hit the fan TOO hard...
"Okay," Irma replied, sitting down the breakfast tray, "I know Teddy,
but I don't know - Stick, was it?" She gathered Mary's nod. "Luv, why are
they BOTH in bed with you?"
"Um," Mary gathered her thoughts. "Well, Mom, it's complicated.
Let's just say that boys - especially nervous types, like Teddy here, have
gotten the word. They know why I invite them up, and are leery of being
trapped some way. Stick offered to cover Teddy's back and vice versa, which
kept everybody from being uncomfortable."
"I'm sure that's all well and good, Luv, but..." Irma waved at the
trio, "you slept with them?"
"Yes, Mom," Mary sighed, "both ways. And it's worked - quite well! I
plan to keep then both!"
"You can't do that!" Irma exclaimed, aghast.
"Why not?" Mary argued. "If Stick doesn't mind, and Teddy doesn't
mind, what's the problem?"
"Well, you can only..." Irma sputtered hotly, then shut up. If Mary
went from two boys to zero because she mentioned the 'M' word, she'd never
live it down...
"Might hafta 'live in sin'," Stick piped up. "It ain't normal, but so
what? Mebbe one 'a us can do the honors, an' the other'll jest be a
permanent house guest..." Teddy, still watching Irma with wide eyes,
nodded. Mary merely smiled, eyes creamy with satisfaction.
"Well," Irma backpedaled, "It's certainly different..."
"Well, we haven't settled everything yet, Mom. Eventually, I may just
settle for one of them - but they're VERY different, and... complimentary!
It's too tough to call at this point, so we've decided not to bother!"
"So you plan to... sleep... with them both?" Irma asked, dumbfounded.
"Uh huh! Regularly! Together, at least - maybe separately - equal
time, of course!" Mary affirmed.
"Anything else?" Irma eyed the boys askance. Obviously, they were
just using Mary as a sexual outlet. She'd have a private talk with her
later and clarify things...
"Oh yeah!" Teddy said his first words of the conversation, "We're
gonna go on dates and stuff, hang out at school, the whole boyfriend-
girlfriend thing! Just there will be three of us..."
"Yeh," Stick agreed, "We're a... triple, I guess. Right?" He turned
to Mary and Teddy, who nodded seriously.
"I'll believe it when I see it!" Irma snorted in disbelief. "In the
meantime, what do the three of you want for breakfast?" This would wait
until the boys left.
"Ugh! None for me! I'm getting' the best sleep I had in a year!"
Stick stuck his head back under the covers, latched onto Mary's right
nipple, and gave suck.
Mary stifled a moan as pleasure washed through her and addressed her
mother. "Can it wait an hour or so? We were up pretty late..."
"Well, all right," Irma sighed. Obviously, the damage was done
already, and Mary was NOT in a bad mood... "See you in an hour." She
turned and left, already occupied with the question of what she would tell
her husband when two boys appeared at the table.
The door closed, and Mary husked, "Stick, Sweetie, that's not fair!
It makes me horny!"
Stick's evil grin could be divined from his tone, "So? I got no
problems. I'm jus' gonna suck on this pacifier an' go back to sleep..."
"Oh, no you're not!" Mary disagreed. "Teddy, get him!"
Teddy grinned and his head burrowed beneath the covers. Moments
later, Stick grunted, "Shit, that ain't fair! Now I gotta hardon! And
someone will hafta take care of Teddy..."
Mary grinned, "I'll take care of Teddy - if you'll take care of ME!"
Stick sighed and surfaced, delivering a quick kiss, "Awright - if
Teddy don' get it first!" He moaned, closing his eyes, "Man, what a mouth!"
But Teddy had already moved on to lubricating Mary's labia...
Ten o'clock a.m. came and went, and Jimmy and Danny had yet to put in
an appearance at the Hightower home. Ray wandered into the kitchen to find
Melanie whistling to herself as she prepared a breakfast tray. He perused
the effort, drew in a sigh, and announced, "You'd better add a bit to that -
it's not enough for four..."
"What?" Melanie glanced up, and froze at the expression on her
husbands face. Ray (and apparently, Jimmy and Danny) was up to something.
"Raymond! What are you up to?" she demanded.
Ray looked sheepish, "Well, apparently Jimmy and Danny managed to
leave the Prom with dates, even though they didn't arrive that way. They
took a couple of young ladies to the pool house with them..."
"But Jimmy's a vir...!" Melanie expostulated.
Ray, smiling, shook his head. "I think he was at midnight, but at
least one of those boys was doing a fine job of pleasing a woman when I woke
up at about four - you could hear her scream clear up here!"
"Well, obviously they're wantons, and probably golddiggers, too! I'll
have to look in on this!" Melanie declared.
Ray glared and held up a cautioning hand, "Jimmy's slow with the
ladies, like I was. Your second-guessing his female friends is what got him
to the Prom alone! You be VERY careful that you don't start something
between you and your son you can't fix! I suggest that you keep your tongue
and your temper under control until you know all of the facts!"
Melanie wilted a bit, but Ray knew that nothing was going to stop her
from descending on the pool house. He hoped to God that they weren't
actively having sex when she got there, but if he called and they were all
prepared for her, she would be on a rampage for days! Ray watched through
the patio doors as Melanie set out, burdened by a much larger tray.
"Morning, boys! Breakfast!" Melanie burst in, accomplishing just the
element of surprise that she was hoping for. Danny was seated in a chair,
necking with a somewhat narrow, dark haired girl perched on his lap wearing
bikini bottoms and a pool wrap. Jimmy was still in bed, spooned with what
was obviously a somewhat more robustly built young woman, if the size of the
visible breast was any indicator...
Jimmy saw that Amy was covered, and sat up warily. "Morning, Mom."
Melanie eyed her son sardonically. "Your father let it be known that
you were doing an unprecedented level of entertaining, so I brought more
food. Coffee?"
"Please." Jimmy dropped his feet over the side of the bed and,
exposing himself as little as possible, slid into his swim trunks. He then
got up and walked over to the table, attempting to run interference for Amy,
pouring a cup and pretending nonchalance. "Amy? Would you like some
coffee?"
Amy was slowly shriveling under Melanie's regard, trapped under the
sheets by her nakedness. Melanie was aware of her predicament, and was
enjoying it. "Is there any cream?" she asked weakly.
"Yes," Jimmy replied distractedly, then rounded on his mother, "Stop
it, Mom. The girls didn't plan on staying the night, and we're kind of
lightly equipped, here."
Melanie favored Thelma with a glance, taking in the nipples standing
under the thin, light beach wrap, "So I see..." Thelma tucked her head into
Danny's shoulder and shook. Melanie turned blithely back to Amy and
suggested, "Why don't you use the sheet as a wrap, Dear?" Amy did so,
tucking the corner of the sheet between her breasts and arranging herself on
the edge of the bed as Jimmy brought her a cup and a wry smile. Danny
glared and rubbed Thelma's back, actions not lost on Melanie. When had
Danny ever glared at her? "What did they arrive in?" she asked innocently.
Jimmy rolled his eyes, "Ball gowns, of course - but you can't swim in
those, can you?"
Melanie regarded him levelly, "That's not all you can't do in them..."
"Mom! Lay off!" Jimmy began to get seriously angry, but Amy made a
face and spread her hands before her in a clear signal of placation that
Jimmy picked up and subsided. Melanie detected this with some surprise.
She turned to Danny, whose date was obviously not bearing up well, and
suggested gently, "Danny, why don't you offer your young lady a T-shirt so
she feels less exposed, and we can all settle in for breakfast?" Danny
blinked and hopped up, settling Thelma in the seat and running to a small
dresser. He snatched a white T-shirt for Thelma, then reached for another,
glancing at Amy.
But Amy shook her head; the garment wouldn't help her much - not with
HER bust... Danny shrugged, and returned to Thelma, who collected the shirt
and pattered off, holding her loose bikini bottoms with one hand. Moments
later, she was back, the beach wrap back on over the T-shirt. She scurried
over next to where Danny had seated himself at the table, tucking herself in
close. Melanie made an effort to be inoffensive; the girl was a mere wisp,
obviously embarrassed, and the way she orbited Danny was, well, just
precious. "Coffee, Dear? A roll?" Thelma nodded yes - she hadn't opened
her mouth since Melanie entered the room. Amy collected the sheet and moved
with as much grace as she could summon to the table, coffee cup in hand;
Jimmy settled beside her. Melanie kept up the patter, "So, how did the four
of you meet? The boys left here alone - was it the same with you?" Melanie
directed the question at Amy.
"Well, no," Amy replied, "I arrived with another boy - but he had
ideas that I wasn't thrilled with, considering the source." She nodded
toward Thelma, "Thelma arrived alone."
"Thelma?" Melanie turned toward the other, frightened girl. "Thelma
what?" She smiled encouragingly.
"Franken," Thelma cleared her throat. "Thelma Franken."
Melanie held out her hand, which Thelma took, gingerly, "I'm Melanie
Hightower, Jimmy's mother." Turning to Amy, she proffered her hand and
asked, "And you are?"
"Amy Kelleher," Amy replied, gripping the extended hand, pretending to
be at ease.
Melanie smiled. Good, the enemy had a name. "Go on," she encouraged,
"Then what happened?"
"Well," Amy shrugged, "there were several shakeups at the Prom." She
glanced around, getting nods from the other three, "My date got a better
offer, and wandered off. Thelma and I are friends, so we took to the
sidelines together. There was a girl there who was... matchmaking. I went
to see her; the captain of the football team was suddenly at loose ends..."
"So what happened?"
Melanie was smiling, but Amy wasn't fooled. She shrugged, "Dina
convinced me that he wasn't a good match - and that Jimmy was. Then, when I
discovered his assets..."
"What assets?" Suddenly, Melanie was all claws and fangs. She stood,
glaring. "What sort of assets?"
"Miz H!" Danny roared, leaping up. "You're about to screw shit up!"
"Danny?" Melanie blinked, taken totally off-stride. Danny never
interfered... Amy was looking about, confused, like she had no idea what
had set her off... "What is it?"
"Come with me, Miz H. Or you're gonna turn a misunderstanding into a
real mess!" Danny tugged on Melanie's arm, dragging her toward the phone in
the conversation area. "You guys take it easy a sec," he threw over his
shoulder.
Danny plopped Melanie onto the couch, dropped into a chair close by,
and leaned in to speak quietly, "You meant money, didn't you?"
Melanie eyed him in surprise. Danny had never appeared to be that
quick on the uptake... "Yes, Dear - how did you know?"
Danny grinned wryly. "Took a long time before it sank in. Thing is,
Jimmy doesn't know! I figured it out from how things are here versus at
home - but for Jimmy, things have always been this way, and he don't know
any better!" He eyed her intently, "You were about to slip up - and then
EVERYONE would know! I can guarantee Amy doesn't, because Dina doesn't,
either! And I can prove it, okay?"
"Well, okay." Melanie was unconvinced.
Danny silenced her with a wave, "Jimmy, you got Terry's number?"
"Yeah," Jimmy blinked, "It's in the book, there..."
Danny picked up Jimmy's address book, frowned while he searched the
pages, and dialed a number.
Dina was sitting in the hotel restaurant, pulling a bite of waffle off
of Bobby's fork. Her morning had started a while ago, when a brotherly hand
had whacked her bare ass. "Up and at 'em, Sis! We have to check out soon,
and Tim wants to get in the breakfast buffet!"
"Hey, asshole!" she groused, "I'm not one of your slaves! The only
hands allowed to whack MY ass are his!" She nodded toward Bobby's sleep-
puffed face. Bobby was struggling to become fully awake, but the bundle of
soft curves lying atop him made if difficult...
"I could send Tim in..." Rick laughed. "You'd be safe for now -
Dolores seems to want to be permanently attached - but eventually he'd
remember seeing that furburger, and I know you - you'd get yourself all
stretched out of shape!"
Dolores, standing behind Rick at the door, turned to Tim standing
beside her. "That so? You'd tap Dina?"
Tim raised his hands in defense, "Hey, it's HIS fairy tale! I got
plenty, right here!"
Dolores eyed him, somewhat mollified. "Well, I might let you - just
to show her how the other half lives. But you be sure to get permission
first, or else!" Tim said nothing, knowing that he had no shot at getting
totally off the hook, no matter how unfair the charge.
Terry peeked around Tim, "So, how long until we eat?"
"Awright, awright!" Dina whined, "Give us a minute, willya?" Turning
her head toward Bobby's still groggy face, she announced, "Sorry, Lover - If
you want more we'll just have to get it at home..."
Rick grinned, "And another thing! You're sure loud! Sounded like you
and Dolores were having a hollering contest! I was afraid they were going
to send someone up to bang on the door and complain!" Dina flipped him the
finger and waved them off.
Now, thirty minutes later, they were all seated in the restaurant,
downing their second breakfast since midnight. Terry's cell phone cheeped,
and he answered it, then handed it to Dina, "Danny the Wop!" he amplified.
"Danny?"
"Hey, Dina. Sorry to bother ya, but I need a favor," Danny began. He
put the phone on speaker, and held a finger to his lips.
Dina frowned, "What's up? How is Thelma?"
"We're tight." Satisfaction bled through Danny's voice. "It's not
about us. I need to know why you hooked up Jimmy and Amy."
"Why?" asked Dina, "I don't understand..."
"I'm trying to save one or both of 'em some trouble. They're okay -
it's kinda an outside thing. I'm tryin' to help..."
"Okay, but be careful how you handle it. Are they there?" Dina
asked.
"No, they're in the other room." Danny assured her, only somewhat
erroneously.
Dina sighed, "If you use this to screw them up, I'll set Tim on you!"
"No way!" Danny declared, "This is up and up! But there's other, uh,
interested parties..."
"I figure you can't tell me who right now, but you'll brief me later?"
Dina demanded.
"Yah, no problem," Danny agreed.
Dina sighed, "Okay, it's like this. Amy's wonderful - sweet, good
with people - but she's a little slow; she needs a guy who won't get excited
if she can't keep up with him mentally. And big hooters aren't the draw for
her they were when she was twelve. Jimmy's a hothouse brain, but he's got
no people skills. He needs a chick who can mother him and doesn't have to
compete with him for who is smarter. Uh, you sure this is okay?" Dina
hesitated before continuing.
"Yah. It's cool - I need it all," Danny prompted.
"Okay, you know this, but... Terry let me know that Jimmy's carrying
a pretty big weapon, and has nowhere to fire it, if you know what I mean.
Amy, well, I've slept over with her sister and we've had girl talk... Amy
hasn't had much sex, and what she has had wasn't that good - but she has the
capacity, if you know what I mean." Dina was silent a moment, remembering
an evening with Amy, Amy's sister Eve, and a vibrator... "I figured that if
they're compatible, they're gonna be a real stable couple - Amy will be more
than happy to handle Jimmy's needs and help him deal with people, and Jimmy
won't just fuck Amy and leave her..." Dina hesitated, then: "I'm, uh, sure
you realize that you and Thelma were an afterthought. We were just, uh,
trying to keep you from pulling on them..."
Melanie took this, looking thoughtful, and glanced quickly at Amy, who
didn't notice. But Jimmy did, and he looked troubled. Danny pressed on,
"Well, you're battin' a thousand. We're all fine, and Thelma's about
unrecognizable. I don't figure we're gonna hear much from FrankenThelma for
awhile..." He hesitated a second, "One more question: There wasn't any
money involved, anywhere, was there?"
Dina blinked, "Huh? No! I don't charge for matchmaking - it was done
for kicks! I wanted to see if we could glue 'em together! Besides, none of
you guys is rolling in dough... Sure, Jimmy's got that Beemer, but that's
just because his grandpa owns the shop, as far as I can see. Why?"
Melanie sat back, satisfied, while she pondered the situation. The
girl's description of the situation had the ring of truth - and Danny's
question answered hers without revealing anything directly. Pretty
smooth... Her respect for Danny ratcheted up a notch.
Danny paused, and decided to reveal part of the truth in his reply,
"Jimmy's momma wanted to be sure he hadn't stooped to paying for sex,
somehow."
Melanie frowned, but accepted the comment. Obviously, Danny had to
present SOMETHING in answer to the question... She couldn't expect
miracles; anyway it would help deflect suspicion.
Dina laughed, "If I'd have been paid, Amy would have had to do it!
She made the approach! I don't pimp, but I'll help a girl find a decent
guy!"
"Yah. I knew that," Danny glanced significantly at Melanie, who
nodded; they were done. "Thanks, Dina - we're covered." He made to hang
up.
"Danny?" Dina asked, "Was I right?"
Danny looked Jimmy's mother in the eye while he answered Dina's
question, "Yah. They're VERY compatible. I'm a witness."
"Good!" Clear satisfaction drifted across the telephone connection.
"Talk to you tomorrow!"
"Okay, bye!" Danny hung up. He locked eyes with Melanie, who nodded
understanding, then glanced at the young couple, pensive. So, Jimmy was a
man, now... She woolgathered for a moment, then rose, Danny following. He
tugged her wrist, "Remember, you know more than they do..."
"You're a good friend to Jimmy, Danny," Melanie murmured, "I confess I
never realized just HOW good..." Danny blushed, and the pair returned to
the table.
Jimmy looked up, defiant, but his mother had settled down. Indeed,
she looked pretty well eased... He raised an eyebrow at Danny who frowned
and shook his head. Melanie addressed Amy, "I'm sorry, Dear, apparently I
went off half cocked. But I'm curious - what assets were you referring to?"
Melanie poured herself some coffee while she made the query, the picture of
calm a contrast to her earlier pre-departure behavior.
Amy blushed crimson. "His..." She choked on the answer at that
point.
Danny grinned evilly and interjected, "I'm thinking that it's
something he got from his daddy; something you're REAL familiar with! It's
no wonder we sleep out here when we can - listening to feminine screams of
joy is real hard on young guys..."
Melanie met Amy's blush shade for shade, and the pair passed a glance.
Melanie had her answer, without words, but Danny had to be reacted to:
"Danny! My God!"
Danny observed the ceiling, looking for something only imagined, "I'm
sure it'll be a whole lot easier, now..."
Melanie favored him with an exasperated glance, but the one she
returned to Amy dissipated the chill between them. "My friends call me Mel,
Dear. We girls have to stick together in the presence of these wild brutes,
or our reputations will be ruined..." She favored Jimmy and Danny with a
raking glance of mock suspicion, sparking male laughter, followed by female
titters. Turning to Thelma, she included her with: "I don't think I have
anything that will show anyone as tiny as you off as well," she turned back
to Amy, "but I can get Jimmy's father to bring down a robe or something, so
you can be more comfortable..."
Amy smiled, "That would be nice..." Her face took on a look of worry:
was she going to have to handle a second wave of parental disapproval to get
it?
Melanie divined the issue, "Raymond knows you're here - apparently,
Jimmy didn't cover himself very well when he brought you home..." She gave
Jimmy an arch glance, "If anything, he's a co-conspirator! He had
absolutely no compunction about helping these two drag the pair of you down
here and molest you!"
Amy laughed, and Thelma made her first conversational sally since
Melanie's arrival. Looking into Danny's eyes, she husked, "I wasn't
molested - I cooperated fully!" rubbing a hand on his chest. Danny grinned
and pulled her under his arm.
Melanie passed an exasperated glance with Amy. "Untutored, isn't
she?" Turning back to Thelma, she simpered, "Dear, we can't allow them to
realize how much we enjoy it - they get ideas! Besides, they love to hear
all about how their manly strength and passion rolled over our weak, muffled
protests..." She paused a moment, then tittered, "Of course, the pair of
you somewhat resemble Mutt and Jeff..." She reached out hands to Amy and
Thelma, who took them, Amy happily and Thelma a bit more reluctantly.
"Come," she announced, turning toward the conversation area, "Girl talk.
James, go up to the house, and ask your father to help you to find something
of mine that showcases Amy's assets without baring them - I don't know if I
can deal with this much direct competition." Her eyes swept up and down
Amy's standing form. "Danny, perhaps you could create more coffee?"
The males, realizing they were summarily dismissed, shrugged and left
the pool house.
The girls seated themselves on the couch and Melanie leaned back in a
chair, sipping the coffee she had collected after wending them on their way.
Addressing Amy, she asked, "Well, Dear, I know it's early, but on the basis
of one apparently hot date, do I expect that we'll be seeing each other
regularly?"
Amy blushed and ducked her head, but nodded.
Melanie didn't abuse her, "Good. Danny indicated that things
apparently went very well..."
Amy looked sheepish, "He didn't go into detail, did he?"
"No, he merely indicated that the pair of you appeared to be well-
suited. Jimmy's father is... surprisingly athletic, for his looks... Some
girls couldn't handle it."
Thelma opened up, "I couldn't! Jimmy's a perpetual motion machine!
He'd kill me! But Amy can..."
"You were witness, then?" Melanie asked under raised brows.
Thelma colored, ducking her head, "The beds..."
Melanie glanced at the arrangement and nodded, "Ah!" Then she looked
back and forth between them, "Who's the screamer? Ray says one of you woke
him up..."
Thelma shaded even darker, raising her hand. "I, uh, got a couple of
big ones... Amy seems to do this roller coaster thing, but I explode, and
then I'm wasted..."
Melanie turned her eyes on her son's conquest, "I see we have a lot in
common. How long...?"
"I can't do time while..." Amy replied, "I got five or six the first
time, and probably a dozen the second, before I reached a place where I just
didn't seem to come down..."
Melanie nodded. "You weren't a virgin, I understand..."
Amy looked the question, 'How did you know?' - but she didn't ask it.
"No, I got these early," indicating her breasts, "and was too young to
realize when I was in trouble. But Jimmy's... incomparable!"
Melanie smiled. The girl was artless. "Don't tell your girlfriends -
or you'll get competition!" She turned to Thelma, "You, on the other
hand... Want to tell me about FrankenThelma?"
Thelma hung her head. "I'm not pretty, and I'm not built - but I've
been... horny... since I was twelve. I get grouchy... Watching everybody
else wander around fat, dumb and happy while I suffered..." A certain
vehemence began to build up. She glanced up, defensive, but Melanie's
expression was sympathetic.
Amy interjected, "Thel's small, but her," an apologetic glance,
"...pussy is the biggest thing on her, relatively speaking. She has serious
needs..."
Melanie nodded. "And Danny?"
Thelma just sat there, moon-eyed. Amy smiled, "They just got fobbed
off on each other, as a side-effect of Jimmy and I getting together - but
Danny's been SO good to her... Last night was her first - wasn't it, Thel?"
Thelma nodded, happily, "He was wonderful!" Then her face changed,
"Even if..."
Melanie was puzzled, "What, Dear?"
"I can't expect Danny to - to keep me!" Thelma wailed, tears forming
in the corners of her eyes.
Melanie smiled gently, "I think you can expect just that! Danny
hovers over you, daring someone to try to hurt you, so he can pound them!
Oh, he's hooked, all right!"
"Really?" Thelma looked up, surprised.
Melanie grinned, "Take it from Aunt Mel - Danny's big, but you have
him wrapped around this!" She stuck up a pinky and whirled her other index
finger around it.
"Well," Thelma husked, slumping, "I'll drive him off. I can't help it
- I want to cling to the big lug like a leech!"
Melanie took a sip of coffee, and sat back, smiling, "And the more you
tuck yourself under his arm, the bigger he grins. Nothing strokes the male
ego like being worshipped, and Danny's long overdue for it and enjoying it
hugely. No, Danny has no problem with you clinging. I wouldn't worry about
it, if I were you!"
Thelma's face cleared, "Then...?"
Melanie nodded. "Chase him. Be public - obvious - about it! Even if
he makes noises like it's a cross he has to bear, he'll be grinning from ear
to ear while he does it!" She leaned forward, "Honey, I can't guarantee you
forever - no one can - but it's an even bet you're going to be having his
children!" She stopped, sat back. "Which brings us to another question:
protection. Did you use any?" She covered both girls with her eyes, "In
the heat of the moment, they forget - no matter how unfair it is, it's our
problem. Did you take care of it?"
Both nodded. "I'm on the Pill," Amy volunteered. "I got lucky the
first time, but Momma made sure I was protected."
Melanie's gaze swept to Thelma, who replied, "They had rubbers. I
think Jimmy's dad gave them to him. But they're uncomfortable, and risky.
I'm gonna try to get my mom to get me the Pill." She blushed, "You're
right, too - we almost forgot! If Jimmy hadn't said anything..."
Melanie's eyebrows went up, "So, what happened? Did you take turns
watching one another?"
Amy blushed. "Well, sorta. The beds ARE right next to each other...
It wasn't as if anyone was putting on a show, or anything - just, well, it
seemed like we took turns! First, Thelma and Danny were going at it, and
Jimmy and I got hot watching, then we were doing it, and I looked over to
see them watching... That was kind of hot..."
Melanie left it without asking anything about swaps - obviously, they
hadn't thought about it... "Well, it sounds like Danny and Thelma's folks
should be grateful... Wonder where the boys are?"
Jimmy came pelting in, carrying a robe in shimmering purple. Amy took
it, rose, and made for the bath. When she came back, Melanie confirmed
previous observations; Amy was big-busted, but a bit saggy. Not bad, yet,
but she would require serious foundation garments. Obviously, Jimmy liked
them, though - he was trying to drool on them without being obvious in front
of his mother. Ray came in, trailed by Danny, carrying the coffee pot.
"Well, there's no blood," he observed. Thelma, trapped in the presence of a
strange male cowered a bit, but Danny took her on his lap and she settled
down.
Melanie made introductions: "Raymond, this is Thelma, and this is
Amy." She waved at them, individually. "I imagine that there is no
question who's with who..."
Ray grinned, "No, I guess not." Thelma's position cuddled on Danny's
lap made their relationship clear; Jimmy had moved behind Amy, clasping her
to him as she shook Ray's hand. "Pleased to meet you both. I saw both of
you from a distance last night - and I heard one of you, later..." Thelma's
blush answered THAT question. "I trust you enjoyed Prom night?" Vehement
nods. "Excellent! Perhaps you can give us some excerpts, at some point..."
Having collected Melanie's surprising ease with the situation, he added,
"You're welcome, any time - but I have to run up to the house. It's been a
pleasure. Jimmy?" He turned and walked out.
Jimmy kissed Amy on the cheek. "I need to help Dad with a couple of
things for a moment... Be right back!" He turned for the door.
Melanie took that moment to ask something that had been tickling the
back of her mind since Thelma had staggered out, hauling on obviously
oversized bikini bottoms, "By the way girls, how is it that you both lack
panties?" Jimmy turned crimson and burst for the door; Danny announced "Oh,
shit! Guys, you need any help?" He lurched up dumping Thelma
unceremoniously into the chair and ran out, too. Melanie watched these
antics in some surprise, then turned to the girls, "Obviously, this is going
to be some tale!"
Ray was standing outside with Jimmy when Danny came rushing out.
"Well? I heard the question, too..." They turned toward the house, Jimmy
urging speed and distance. "Well, Dad," he puffed, "We went to breakfast
after the Prom with kind of a wild crowd. The girl who helped get us
together, in particular, likes to cause excitement anywhere she goes."
Danny took up the tale, "We took a back booth there the group had
given a reputation as a place where wild shit happened - last week all of
the girls gave their boyfriends blowjobs there. One of the guys suggested
we return the favor..."
Loud feminine laughter from the direction of the pool house indicated
that the female version had been related, too. Ray grinned at Jimmy, "Yeah,
your mother's gonna LOVE that! I see why you're here!"
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