Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 015
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 15
Sex Ed at the Nellis Residence

	Bobby dropped Dina off at home and drove away, looking pensive.
Dina wanted him to start applying the heat first thing Monday morning - and
he was still feeling around, trying to define boundaries for the
performance.  Dina was deliberately denying him definite answers, saying it
was better if he did it on his own - it would sound more natural.  In
reality, she was applying the heat to Bobby - she wanted him to sweat over
this thing. Thus, it was nearly 10:00 a.m. when Dina put in an appearance
for breakfast - and from outside, not upstairs.  "You're out and about
rather early," Dina's mother, Marilyn, noted suspiciously.  "Where have you
been?"

	This was when it belatedly occurred to Dina that her activities that
morning might be suspicious.  "Giannellis," she replied.  "Denise called me
this morning, wanting to see me about something she considered momentous -
so I rushed over."

      Dina's father, Robert Nellis, frowned over his Sunday paper at Dina.
Denise's poor reputation was common knowledge even with the older
generation.  "I trust she's not pregnant or something," he rumbled.

      "No, no - just girl talk, who's going with who..."

      "That's 'whom', young lady!" her mother interjected.

      "...uh, yeah.  That's where Rick is, by the way.  Seems that he and
Denise's sister Mandi are getting serious!"

      This revelation caused the two elder Nellis' to share a startled
glance.  Thus far, they had had no indication that 'Richard' had developed
the requisite social skills to conduct casual dating, never mind a serious
relationship.  That things had suddenly progressed to the point that he
would be visiting a young lady on a Sunday morning came as a distinct
surprise.

      Dina smiled, knowing that she had successfully redirected the heat of
her parent's regard.  Her only worry was that things would get too hot for
Rick.

      Marilyn ladled out Dina's waffle, then casually sidled out of the room
to determine whether Rick had actually returned home last night.  The minor
disarray in his room (Rick never actually 'made' the bed, just casually
pulled the blankets  up toward the headboard - Marilyn, a neat freak, always
made it later) reassured her that he had indeed occupied it overnight.  Dina
did NOT miss the visual high sign she gave Robert, however, and the stepped
up nonverbal communication occurring between her parents caused her to be
concerned over the ambush Rick was likely to walk into.  Studiedly casual,
Marilyn asked, "You don't know what Ricky went to see Mandi about, do you?"

      "Some nature thing," Dina temporized, thinking 'Birds do it, bees do
it...', "I'm sure he'll be home by noon..."  This bit of fiction brought the
parental eyebrows down somewhat, and Dina began to relax - but Marilyn
wasn't done yet, "Dina, what do you think of Mandi - I don't remember you
ever mentioning Denise having an older sister...?"

      Deploying her finest cloak of false innocence, Dina gushed, "Oh,
that's because she's so different from Denise.  Mandi is painfully shy.  She
kind of fades into the background.  But she's very intelligent.  I think
they make a great couple!" She accompanied this last with an owlish look at
her mother.
      "That's nice, Dear...." Her mother replied, abstractedly, as she
assembled these new pieces of the puzzle.  But her brow had unfurrowed
somewhat, and Dina figured that the worst was over.

      "It's all in the delivery," Dina murmured to herself, smiling, as she
ascended the stairs to her room.  A quick call to Denise warned Rick that
the natives were restless.

      On his return home, Rick was studiedly casual, but he was unable to
mask a glow that could be described as post-coital or as a side effect of
deep romance.  Marilyn sniffed it, and while she no doubt considered that it
was the latter, she went into conference with Robert, who eventually called
a family meeting, with the intention of delivering an already overdue
lecture on the birds and the bees to their children.

      "Richard," Marilyn kicked off, "I understand that you have recently
entered a relationship with a young woman, and your father and I thought
that we should discuss the possible implications."

      Dina, knowing that Rick's innate honesty would land him rapidly in
serious trouble if he went unaided, attacked: "Mum, we've both had Sex Ed.
Rick knows what he's doing". (This unfortunate statement almost proved their
undoing, as Rick blushed)  "Besides, (picking up Rick with her eye) are you
sure you're still qualified?  Rick, how long had it been since YOU'VE
awakened to the sound of squeaky springs from the Master Suite?"  This
neutralized the blush nicely, while causing both her parents to retreat in
confusion.

      Rick, realizing that contributing to the rout was the only way he
would survive the conversation, replied "Quite a while."  He looked
thoughtful, then surprised, "Several years, in fact."  Robert Nellis
suddenly developed a poker face.  Marilyn began opening and closing her
mouth like a fish.

      Dina rounded on her father, "So, Pop - I'm smelling a more serious
issue here than young love... Just how long has it been?"

      Marilyn tried to short-circuit the exchange, "We're just fine - we've
had sex quite recently, if it's any of your business..."  At this point, the
attempt crashed upon the rocks of a muffled snort of indignation and a
mumble from her husband, who blinked in shock when he realized that he had
actually made a sound and let the cat out of the bag.

      Dina's brow went up.  She looked sidelong at her blustering mother,
then dead into her father's eyes, "What was that, Pop?"

      Rick, who was beginning to enjoy this turn of events, announced, "He
said 'Eight months', Sis!"

      Both of the elder Nellis' blushed.  Marilyn dug the hole deeper,
coming out with "Dina, your father and I have gone beyond sex..."  Robert's
eyebrows nearly left his face, they climbed so high in surprise.

      Dina regarded her mother with disgust, "One of you apparently has, and
is dragging the other along on a very uncomfortable ride.  Mum, it appears
that before you can lecture us on sex, you need to learn a few things!  One:
Men do NOT willingly stop having sex!  They're not built that way!  Pop, how
long has this been going on?"

      Robert started to look stubborn, then got shamefaced, and mumbled
"Several years."

      Dina asked gently, "What did you do about it?"

      Her father's voice was totally colorless in his embarrassment, "I
tried to introduce new things..."

      "Perversions!" erupted Marilyn.

      "New positions, toys... She only knows one..."

      "Good girls don't DO such things!" said Marilyn, indignantly.

      Dina rounded on her mother, "Good girls do ANYTHING that makes them
and their spouse happy, and doesn't hurt anyone!  Who told you that crap?"

      "Your Grandmother!"  Marilyn returned hotly.

      "Gram?  Gram's smarter that that - I KNOW she is - we've discussed
it!"

      "Not possible," Marilyn announced icily, "She barely could bring
herself to discuss it with ME!"

      "Then she's learned a few things!" returned Dina, who then walked to
the phone and hit the speed dial for the person in question.  She looked
significantly at the males, "Could you excuse us for a few moments - girl
talk!"  The men got out of there.

      "Hello?" came a familiar voice from the speakerphone.

      "Hi, Gram, it's Dina."

      "Hi, Sweetie."

      "We're on speaker.  I've got Mum here, and I've discovered that she's
not giving Pop any!"

      "I guess I don't have to ask what!  Marilyn, what in the Hell do you
think you're doing?"

      "Mom, it's the same old dull thing, every time!  I can't work up any
interest!" Marilyn complained.

      "If it's the same old thing, Linnie, it's because you're not doing
anything else!" came the reply.

      "Gram, she told me that you told her there was only one proper way!"
Dina announced.

      "Oh," came from the phone "OH!  Linnie, I'm SO sorry - I thought that
you'd learned better on your own!  Dina, I filled her head with that drivel
when she was young because I didn't know any better!  Your grandfather put
up with that nonsense for 20 years - and I almost lost him to someone who
had more sense!  He finally put his foot down, and MADE me try a few things,
then read a few books.  Thank God we got it right and I managed to give him
a few years of the good stuff!  Linnie, you've got to look around and enter
the real world!  Do you masturbate, sweetheart?"

      "Momma!  Of course not!"

      "There's no 'Of course' to it, daughter, one way or the other!  I'm
here to tell you, your foolishness will give Robert a roving eye, even if he
IS a saint, and doesn't step out on you!"  (Marilyn blushed.)  "Daughter,
tell me your marriage isn't endangered by this foolishness!"

      "I don't know!" Marilyn wailed.

      "Linnie, has your husband ever practiced cunnilingus on you?"

      "Momma, Dina's right here!"

      "Dina and I have discussed this," came the unperturbed reply, "and she
is obviously better prepared sexually than YOU are!  Answer the question!"

      "He asked me a couple of times - ewwww!"

      "I don't suppose you've fellated him?"

      "Put that THING in my mouth?  Not hardly!"

      "Dina, this foolishness dates all the way back to Queen Victoria - who
was such an otherwise admirable ruler that some fools thought she might be
onto something with this stupidity.  Ignorance and superstition are almost
impossible to root out.  I'm SO sorry you have to witness this failure of
mine to be a proper parent to your poor mother.  Pick up the receiver, child
- I'm going to have to use your hands to fix this!"

      Dina retrieved the receiver, shutting off the speaker, "I'm here,
Gram."
      "Sweetie, you're mother is going to be stubborn about this, so we're
going to have to resort to dirty tricks.  I can tell from her responses that
she's interested in any number of these things, but she's bought into the
idea that they're wrong - so she won't willingly participate in them.  On
the other hand, if she has no choice, she'll cooperate - as long as she can
lay blame on someone else while she enjoys herself.  What's more, she'll
allow herself to be hoodwinked - it's all part of the deal."

      "That's convoluted, Gram!"

      "You didn't raise her, dear.  Many times, I had to force Linnie to do
something, only to find out she enjoyed it.  It seems that she fears
enjoying things too much..."

      "Gram, how can you tell...?"

      "...what she wants?  Think about it Sweetie!  When is the last time
you saw your mother act absolutely childish?"

      "Oh!"

      "Exactly.  Oh, and it wouldn't hurt if she were humiliated a bit, in
the process..."

      "I know about THAT one, Gram"

	"I'd wondered if we'd skipped a generation...  Still, its how your
grandfather broke ME, bless his heart.  Your father is a wonderful man who
wouldn't hurt a fly - but it would be better for them both if he took a firm
hand in the bedroom.  Can you get the ball rolling?"

	Dina produced an evil grin, "I think so, Gram."

	"Good luck, Sweetie! Bye!"

	"Bye. Gram!"  Dina cradled the phone, and turned to her mother,
"C'mon, Mum, Gram suggested a couple of things to help you relax!"