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Chapter 135.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 135
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
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 135
Sunday evening
The 'Nellis Harem' made its way home, bounding out in the driveway and
collecting their various treasures to drag into the house from the trunk.
Dina and Bobby were lounging in the den, watching TV from a gentle clinch.
Rick grinned at Robert and mock complained, "Man, those leg-irons are heavy.
Are you planning to pack more than a half-dozen more slaves in here? I figure
I'll limit myself to one, and keep her in my room, if we can get away with it,
but..."
"Yeah, if..." Mandi echoed.
Robert opened his mouth, but Bobby slipped in something interesting, "I
wouldn't worry too much about it, Sis..." He wiggled his eyebrows. Dina
frowned and dug him in the ribs, prompting a muffled "Ooof!"
Rick and Mandi traded a look, "What was that?"
Dina rolled her eyes, "Call your mother, Mandi - on her cell, she may
not be at home..."
"Or maybe she is..." Bobby smirked, getting himself another jab for his
trouble.
The pair went over to the end table, where Mandi picked up the phone
while Rick plopped into the side chair. "Momma?" Mandi opened when the
connection was made.
"Oh, hi, Dear. Where are you?" Helen asked.
"I'm at Rick's, Momma," Mandi replied.
"How was the prom?" Helen managed to push things off a bit.
"We had a great time, Momma. How about you?"
"Me?" Helen deprecated.
"Uh huh. Bobby's passing vague hints about something..." Mandi pressed.
"Bobby's there?" Helen again deflected the foil.
"Yeah, Dina brought him home. And she said I should call you... You
want to tell me what's going on that's got Bobby grinning from ear to ear?"
"Not much good with secrets, is he, Dear?" Helen sighed.
"Not when telling's more fun," Mandi agreed. "Momma...?"
"Yes?"
"Now would be good!"
"Okay," Helen gathered herself. "Al - Mr. McCormick - has asked me to
marry him!"
"I see," Mandi replied, settling onto Rick's lap. "And you said?"
Mandi's voice was carefully neutral.
"I, um, said 'Yes'," Helen replied diffidently. "It's not really
something you can just take back..."
"Why should you?" Mandi demanded, "Oh, Momma, I'm so happy for you! I
was afraid you were gonna get stupid and say 'No'!"
"Well, there are so many things to consider," Helen worried. "And
things are so up in the air! You've been out all day, Denise is at home, and
has no idea. Al's eldest, Mike, went over to Jackie's last night and hasn't
been seen since..."
"That's probably a good sign!" Mandi opined.
"Yeah, but we don't KNOW!" Helen wailed. "There are all these other
things, like the house... Um, we haven't set a date, yet, but Al wants us to
move in as soon as we can." She chuckled, "He's already too spoiled to sleep
alone!"
Mandi chuckled, too. "Sounds like Rick's problem!" Rick's eyebrow
rose.
"Um, well, yeah, under the circumstances, it would probably be foolish
to stand in your way... We can probably organize something here, but you
won't want it anyway," Helen hazarded.
"That's true, Momma. That's VERY true!" Mandi agreed, grinning from ear
to ear. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks, Dear. Oh, I feel like we're separating, or something!" Helen
wailed.
"Oh, Momma! Quite aside from me and Rick, Dina has her hooks into
Bobby! We'll probably spend half of our time wandering between here and
there!"
"I guess... Denise still doesn't know. The poor dear has been home all
this time..."
"...Sleeping with Eddie!" Mandi chuckled. "We checked in on her a while
ago. They're fine. You should call her - but don't worry about her reaction,
we discussed it, and agree it's just great!"
"Oh, good! I'll call her right away! Bye, Dear!" Helen, excited,
closed the call.
"Well?" Rick asked. It couldn't be too bad, Mandi was grinning from ear
to ear.
"It seems that I'm going to be sorta related to Bigmouth Bobby McCormick
over there!" Mandi chuckled. "Big Al asked Momma to marry him last night!"
"Such a deal!" Bobby chortled, "I get a Big Sister and a Little Sister
out of it! I've got girls to pick on all the time, now!"
"Well, you'll be in closer contact with Denise, at home," Mandi replied.
"I'll be hanging MY underclothes in the bathroom here!" Turning to Rick, she
explained, "Big Al wants Momma to move in right away; she's decided that it's
a waste of time fighting our plans, when it will just make life difficult for
everybody."
Rick leaned up and kissed her, hungrily, then glanced up at Robert,
"Well, Pop, we've got to get to work on that dungeon - got to have a place to
keep her on bowling night!"
Everybody laughed. Robert glanced at Belle, who was kneeling rather
gingerly. "We're going to need a hot tub, too. Can't just go around busting
up women and not putting them back together. Merry, why don't you and Belle
go upstairs and slide into the tub? Belle, it's been a tough twenty hours,"
he added, glancing at his watch. "I can release you at any time - you can
sleep in our bed, or your own, as you prefer. Talk it over with Merry. Young
Becky suggested a somewhat avant garde addendum to your embarrassment
training, but I haven't decided whether to implement it or not..."
Belle said nothing, caution indicating that her early training was going
well - but she glanced at Merry. Merry caught it and realized that she
wouldn't become a lightning rod by asking, so... "Would you care to describe
it, Master?"
Robert considered, "Hmmmm. All right. I don't see how that it is much
in the way of physical abuse, but there IS a component of embarrassment and
humiliation. Becky recommended that Belle entertain her three gentlemen -
singly, or as a group - in her home. There are things I find interesting
about the idea, but it has drawbacks. Having her neighbors discover her
inviting Lucius or Roy to visit tickles my sense of humor, but the loss of her
privacy involved..." He shook his head, frowning. "There has to be a better
way..."
"Pop, how about having them meet and fuck somewhere public?" Rick
suggested. "Somewhere that they would be embarrassingly visible, but
anonymous?"
"I like it!" Robert enthused. "I'll work on it! Run along upstairs,
you two. When you come down, I need to know when it is best that Belle be
released."
Bruce Vincent looked up from the basketball game he was pretending to
watch, "Do we still have sons?"
Trish, who had wandered in idly, chuckled. "I THINK so! Tim is at
Dolores' and Eddie is with Denise. Both of them have checked in, and will be
home for supper."
"How was the Prom?"
Trish shrugged, "You'd probably be the one to ask for particulars. Tim
seemed pretty happy, but there are certainly things he won't tell ME about it!
I got the fifty thousand foot view, which said that they had a great time..."
"And Eddie's little outing? I'm a bit more concerned about that..."
Bruce mused.
"You're too late," Trish replied. "From the sounds Denise was making
while I was talking to Eddie, she's already a Vincent woman."
"Sounds?" Bruce blinked.
"Oh, nothing outrageous. She was just obviously very close, and very,
very happy, with that additional little component that said she was
satisfied." Trish arched an eyebrow. "Apparently, I'm the only Vincent woman
who isn't making those sounds, today."
"Well!" Bruce grinned, "Given a choice between basketball and making you
make those sounds, I'll always come down in favor of taking care of you!" The
remote clicked, the TV shut down, and Bruce waved a hand, "After you, wife."
Thirty minutes later, ALL of the Vincent women were satisfied.
Ten p.m. found Alvin entertaining Vivian Price, a willowy blonde who was
on his current short list. Viv didn't own Sunday - nobody did, as far as
Alvin was concerned - but she'd been upping the ante regularly lately, trying
to get a serious commitment out of Alvin. Characteristically, as she'd begun
to press, her position in Alvin's consideration had begun to slip. Periodic
bouts of visible impatience when things weren't going her way (like now - she
wanted him ready to leave on the dot of ten, and he wasn't) weren't helping
her case, either.
Becky breezed through the door wearing a white blouse that displayed an
impressive amount of cleavage, a dark skirt that was long, but slit on the
right side to nearly the hip, and medium heels. She was in full makeup, hair
in an upswept do that was quite an improvement over the afternoon's ponytail,
and wearing dark red nail polish. "Hi, Lover. About ready to close up?"
Viv, dressed in a tennis dress and running shoes, gave Becky the once-
over, trying to decide whether the newcomer was the threat she claimed to be.
A quick look left her unworried; Becky was two inches shorter that Viv, even
in heels, and outweighed her - a poor combination, historically. "You have a
date?"
Alvin raised an eyebrow. "About the same way we do," he retorted. "Both
of you announced an intention, and neither of you bothered to get agreement,
exactly, from me!" After a moment's thought, he added, "Actually, Becky did a
better job, there..."
"Well, maybe, but..." Viv's lip curled. "Somehow, I don't see you going
ANYWHERE with the likes of HER!"
Becky did not respond to this jibe, other than to look back and forth
between Viv and Alvin, poker faced. And for some reason, that set Alvin off:
"Oh? You're maintaining my standards list?" he asked, coolly.
"Well, no," Viv replied, suddenly realizing that she'd teleported
herself to the center of a minefield, "But I'm familiar with it - and this -
Becky? - doesn't measure up!"
"Um," Alvin retorted. "You'll be surprised to hear that Becky has
introduced some additional standards, and while she doesn't meet the
historical set, YOU fail to meet some of the new ones!"
Viv turned and gave Becky another up-and-down perusal. "I didn't
realize you'd gotten so broadminded!" she observed cattily, "although she
would certainly seem to have lots of places to pack something different." She
returned her attention to Alvin. "Well I'm sure you'll be able to get this
out of your system - whatever it is - before we..."
"Before we what?" Alvin asked sharply. "Maybe when I tote up Becky's
list, there ARE a couple of things she lacks - like a big, nasty mouth!" He
waved her away, "Go home, Viv. Maybe you're right - if so, we can revisit
this conversation some other time. But for right now, you're 'way out of
line."
"B-but..."
"Get out!" Alvin lost all patience. Viv, sensing her stock plummeting,
turned and left, flags flying. Alvin whirled on Becky, "And as for YOU..."
"Yes?" Becky responded, meekly.
"Where in the Hell did YOU think we were going at ten p.m. on a Sunday?"
Alvin roared. Underpinning his flash of anger was the question, "Why is Becky
here and Viv on the way out?" Alvin was furious that Becky had provoked a
confrontation - but as he cooled down, he realized that Viv had dug her own
grave, without assistance.
In the meantime, Becky ventured, "I was thinking dinner, maybe?"
"In THAT?" Alvin indicated the outfit. "Where? Anton's?"
"I just figured that today you didn't really see me at my best. We
could do the drive through at Burger King, if that's what you want..." Becky
said reasonably.
Alvin's anger shifted focus. Now he was angry because she wouldn't give
him a reason to BE angry - and that made him look like an asshole! "Well,
since you went to the effort," he grunted truculently, "turn around and let me
get a look at you. Is this your best effort?"
"Oh, no!" Becky laughed. "These are work clothes! I can do... a little
better." She turned, deceptively lightly, and eyed him over her shoulder.
Alvin assessed the curve of her back, and the sweep of her skirt. The skirt's
flow over her ass was a lot more flattering than the bicycle shorts she'd worn
earlier; now it merely looked... plush. Alvin discovered with some surprise
that his palms itched to sweep over that curve. Instinctively, Becky had
thrown her right leg out through the slit in the skirt, revealing a rounded,
but quite acceptable calf and a glimpse of sweet thigh.
"You know, I've seen you naked," Alvin reminded her, the anger leached
out of his voice, "Isn't that your best?"
Becky dimpled. "I don't know..." she responded archly, "Is it?"
Alvin sighed. 'How the Hell does she do it?' he wondered. "I generally
eat dinner on Sunday at Denny's," he announced. "You're overdressed, but it
leaves possibilities, so I'm not complaining." Taking her arm, he led her to
the door - but he took the opportunity as they passed through it to drop a
hand onto that ass...
Monica watched this byplay in some amusement. Alvin's other girlfriends
would crash and burn similarly, she concluded. All were beautiful, but all
carried the personality flaws that excessive beauty generates: vanity,
selfishness, impatience... Becky had bested Viv by letting her dig her own
grave, and the others would follow suit, quickly. Alvin didn't know it, but a
chapter in his life was over, and he was the better for it. Whistling, Monica
was closing out the register when a tap sounded on the glass of the front
door. Monica stepped around the counter for better view, and discovered
Lucius watching her through the glass. Smiling, she held up a finger to
indicate that she would be a moment. Luscious Lucius! Yes, things were
looking up!
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