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 Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 002
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 2 "...And in this corner..."

   The usual suspects were lined up at a picnic table in the food court at
the Mall.  Ricky Nellis absently ran his fingers through his dark brown
curls while listening to Bobby McCormick's latest sally.

   "Look, you guys," insisted Bobby, "its two weeks to the Prom, and at the
current rate none of us is going to get our dicks wet.  The "A" group is
all taken, so we need to hunt down some likely-looking second stringers, or
we're either going to stay at home during the most important night of our
high school careers, or we're going to go alone and stand around with our
fingers up our ass!" Bobby's turn of phrase was legendary.  In every group
of boys there is someone whose job it is to remind everyone of the basic
truths of the world by bringing the most vulgar facets of any situation to
light.  Bobby took this duty to be a sacred trust, and had never failed to
carry it out.  The sandy haired 17 year old's ability to sprint had kept
him from being severely beaten after one of his outbursts more than once,
quite aside from making him a star of the school track team - but he was
irrepressible; some girls blushed when he entered the room, knowing that he
was going to tease them relentlessly.  "Look who's just gone titty pink!"
was one of Bobby's favorite conversation starters.  "Surely there has to be
SOME pussy left that isn't too skanky to take out!"

   Ricky again scratched his head, frowned, and said "Well, let's take a
look at the list.  I think that if we dig a bit, there are some hidden
jewels out there.  I'm not thrilled with the "A" group anyway.  Most of
them are as dumb as a box of rocks!" This, of course, was part of THIS
group's problem - and Ricky's in particular.  The four boys in question -
Ricky, Bobby, Tim Vincent, and Terry Michaels - were considered to be the
"Geek" group - and Ricky was more or less their intellectual lead.  Ricky's
frame had grown to six feet early in his teen years, but it had taken a
LONG time to put any weight on it to speak of.  While he was solidly
muscled, it was long, rangy stuff that was basically impossible to display
effectively.  Add to that the fact that Ricky apparently had no reflexes
(he thought about everything, even simple stuff like catching a ball -
which can be murder on your timing), and you end up with someone for whom
sports - especially team sports, was an impossibility.  Chess, on the other
hand, or computer programming, or intellectual puzzles were another matter,
and this could prove to be one.  "Okay, guys, who out there is pretty, but
has been overlooked by the mainstream?"

   "Huh, I dunno.  How about Dolores?" Tim offered.  Tim was the odd man in
the group, in that he wasn't really up to the local mental standard, and he
knew it.  But Tim was HUGE, even though he was extremely gentle, and he
used that asset to keep his friends out of trouble with various bullies,
while taking advantage of their assistance when he needed help with
schoolwork.  It was an excellent tradeoff - the group led a relatively
peaceful existence, and Tim was getting Bs instead of Cs in most of his
classes.



   "Dolores!" Bobby rolled his eyes.  "She's great if you like having your
balls kicked up around your spleen!  Hi, Perky Tits!" This last brought a
scowl from Ricky, as it was directed at his 15 year old sister Dina as she
bounded up.  Dina shared Ricky's dark hair, (although the texture was
somewhat less curly), and possessed clear blue eyes that could appear
totally guileless - or as cynical as a 40 year old hooker, depending upon
her mood and the situation.  The "perky tits" in question were a set of
34Bs with little brown nipples (not visible just now, but the whole group
had seen them at one point or another at a pool party or other get-together
- Dina wasn't exactly shy about them) that had apparently never seen a bra.
At 5'4", Dina was just coming into womanly hips, which only added to the
draw of the bouncy way she moved in her short skirts.  Dina seldom, if
ever, wore slacks, claiming "You can't flounce properly in blue jeans!"
Dina was generally around when the boys got together; most of them thought
of her as "one of the guys" - but periodically she provided them the signal
service of providing them with the female point of view on a subject.  This
was to be one of those times - after snapping a quick grin at Bobby's
greeting, she inserted herself into the conversation with "Not necessarily.
Dolores only gets mean when she's not treated like a lady.  Unfortunately,
black guys don't seem to understand the concept of 'lady' - so she lets
them have it."

   Bobby countered with "Well, she's into black meat, anyway."

   "Don't bet on it," Dina countered, "they're there, but they're not
accomplishing anything.  Her track record indicates that a white guy might
stand a chance if he could get through the smoke screen."

   Bobby frowned, and gave a grudging "Okay," and Tim began to look
thoughtful.

   "What caused Dolores to come up in conversation?" Dina wondered aloud.

   "We're trying to hunt up some likely looking cooze for the Prom,"
replied Bobby.  "Since you're an expert, maybe you can point out some
desperate targets?"

   "They'd have to be pretty desperate to go out with you!" Dina laughed.
"I'm willing to help, though.  Kind of a matchmaker thing..." And a gleam
came into her eye.  "Who else are you looking at?"

   Bobby countered, "Well, if I'm looking for a good ride, I guess I could
add 'Jack-off Jackie' Hardesty to the list!  I hear she's always good for a
blow job!"

   "And you would be both right and wrong.  Jackie IS available, because
her reputation is shot.  But she ISN'T an easy lay, and the stories made up
about her fail to mention that she was doped and the victim of an attempted
gang rape!  It's a wonder she tolerates boys at all!"

   Bobby looked crestfallen.  "Another urban legend debunked.  Since we're
validating ALL of the loser's list, there's Polly Fox..."

   "Who is anything but!" Terry laughed.  "What a stinker.  I think we can
safely leave her out of the running." Everybody looked at Dina, who nodded.
"What about 'Butterball' Gianelli?" Terry continued.

   "Now THERE's a gem worth plucking!" announced Dina.  "She's sized up
nicely since her early teens, and she's not really fat anymore.  But she's
BIG.  Take a cute chick and add 10% everywhere, and you get Mandi.  She's
so shy from being teased about her size," (this delivered with a glare at
Bobby), "that she has almost no social life."

   "Okay," said Ricky, "We've got a few prospects.  Let's show up at the
dance and see what shakes out?  We don't have to limit ourselves, either.
Think about which of the girls we talked about might be of interest, and
we'll see who shows."

   "Okay, see ya there!" said Bobby, who turned and sauntered off.

   Terry excused himself, saying he had to head home.  Tim stood watching
as the slight, brown haired boy departed.  "You know, Ricky, of the four of
us, Terry appears to have the least going for him.  You're smarter, I'm
bigger, and Bobby's got all of the ego.  Why does he hang with us?"



   "He's a little younger looking, too," observed Ricky.  "But he's
definitely one of us, and probably the nicest, too, not that any of us
isn't - except Bobby, of course.  It's his innocence that helps him to fit
in.  Come on, let's go to my house and work on your algebra."