Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 022
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 22
The Negotiation

      Entering the living room, Dolores led Tim to a large, if somewhat
worn, couch.  Tim sat down, and Dolores proceeded to glue herself to his
right side.  "Something to drink?" Padma asked. "Tea, perhaps?"

      "That would be fine," Tim replied gravely.  Dolores nodded when Padma
asked her with her eyes, and Padma bustled off.  Tim asked Dolores, "How
long should I stay?"

      Dolores grinned, "I don't know if there's a practical limit!  If Momma
let you in, Poppa approves of you!  Poppa has strong ideas about honor and
obligation: you've been about as honorable as anybody could expect.  When
Poppa comes home and hears about Nate, I may be in trouble because I haven't
spread for you here on the couch!"

      Padma came back with the tea - iced; Tim realized belatedly that it
needn't have been.  Having handed out the glasses, she sat down in the
armchair opposite the couch and regarded the couple, smiling.  Catching
Tim's eye, she began to question him directly, "You like my daughter?"

      "Like doesn't begin to describe it!" Tim replied.

      "You have plans after high school?"

      "College.  I'm up for a scholarship, and have been working for
tuition."

      "Wife and children can kill such dreams."  Padma dropped this bomb and
awaited his reaction, watching closely.

      Tim's only reaction was a quick widening of the eyes.  "It needn't.
Children should wait, though - Dolores needs to go, too."

      Padma beamed.  "You fine man.  Welcome to the family!"

      Tim regarded Padma gravely, "I'll celebrate when your husband echoes
that sentiment."

      Padma's smile took on a Mona Lisa quality. "You will wager?"

      Tim smiled back, tightly.  "Not likely, under the circumstances."

      Dolores' eyes saucered.  "Sugar, this is serious.  Momma's people
arrange their marriages!"

      Tim smiled gently.  "I figured that.  While I wouldn't hold you to
such a commitment, the goodwill of my prospective mother-in-law is not
something I'd take lightly."  Turning back to Padma, he admonished, "My
parents are American, and have conventional American expectations about the
growth of a relationship over time."

      Padma's face didn't change.  "To do these things too quickly is bad,
yes?  When you are doing it does not matter.  Perhaps after the college..."
She shrugged, turning her palms out.

      "I am unprepared; I have no ring," noted Tim.

      A wave of the hand.  "This can be at the proper time, after the
American custom!"

      Dolores looked helplessly from one horse trader to the other, "Momma,
they don't do it this way here! Tim, Momma's serious! This is our wedding
you're negotiating!"

      The pair turned to her in unison. "You object?" two voices enquired in
the same bland tone.

      Dolores was unable to breathe.  She couldn't decide whether to scream
at her mother for her presumption, or run across the ceiling yelling
'Yippee!'

      Tim again regarded Padma.  "Ultimately, this will be Dolores'
decision.  She expects to have a say in this.  I will not deny her the
right."

      Padma regarded Dolores, frowning. "She is like her father in this.  I,
too, must accede to this condition.  We will call this 'conditions under
which you secure my blessing'.  This is the proper Americanism?"  Her
underlying tone left it very clear that, whatever the cover sheet looked
like, a contract of matrimony remained beneath.

      "Am I still being bartered here?"  Dolores asked sharply.

      "Not without your active approval," Tim replied mildly, still watching
Padma.  "Now be quiet, Baby - I've got i's to dot and t's to cross!"

      "I will not!"

      Tim looked to Padma, "Will you excuse us for a moment?"  At her nod,
he drew the fuming Dolores aside.  When they stood in the kitchen doorway,
Tim faced Dolores.  "Do you love me?"

      "Yes."

      "Do you trust me?'

      "Yes."

      "Then you need to shut the fuck up and let me make your momma happy!"

      Dolores tensed to rail at him for the vulgar treatment, then stopped,
realizing that Tim was watching her calmly to see what she would do next.
She thought for a moment.  "This is about who's REALLY in charge of our
relationship, isn't it?"

      "It didn't start out that way, but it is now.  Baby, you KNOW this:
Your momma's people arrange marriages.  That means that she considers the
American way to be uncontrolled foolishness.  She's pretty sure she
understands and can control YOU - but she needs to know that I'M serious.
She's being extremely generous - this thing we're working out has more holes
in it than swiss cheese - but she needs to feel comfortable that, barring
unforeseen circumstances, we're going to someday stand at an altar together
before she can release you to do what she KNOWS we're gonna do.  She's
trying to protect you, the best way she knows how.  The harder the bargain I
drive here, the more she KNOWS I'm serious, and the more comfortable she
will be with it."

      Dolores began to sniffle a bit.  Tim went on, "Now, one day soon, I'm
going to amble in with a ring in my hand, get down on my knee, and try to
fulfill all of your fantasies - and at that point, you can make the call -
but your momma wants something more practical and concrete, and I'm trying
to give it to her.  The one really does lead to the other..."  The enormity
of Tim's proposal poured over Dolores, and she began to cry in earnest.  She
moved in and put her head on his shoulder and he soothed her, rubbing her
shaking shoulders with his big hands.  "I value your pride and independence
more than you know - but other people have needs, too, and you have to be
careful not to be too selfish..."

      "Oh, Sugar, I'm so sorry!" Dolores quavered between sobs, "It just
seemed like I was being bartered like a sack of potatoes..."

      Tim brought his head down and tilted her chin up so he could stare
into her eyes.  "Baby, in a very real way, you are!  The question you have
to ask yourself is 'Is the result what I want?'  I've already fixed it so
that you don't have to answer the final question today - the sole purpose of
the exercise is for your momma to get a hammerlock on ME.  Now, can you let
me handle this?"  A nod.  "Is there any reason why I shouldn't?" Eyes
widened.  An emphatic shake of the head 'No'.  Tim took her hand, and they
resumed their seats on the couch directing their attention at the beaming
Padma, fingers still entwined.

      Padma regarded Dolores.  "Perhaps, daughter, you should excuse
yourself if this distresses you..."

      Dolores, composed, returned her gaze. "No, Momma, this transaction
concerns me.  I think I should witness it."  She squeezed Tim's hand.

      "I see that I AM in there, somewhere." Padma replied, smiling.  She
then centered her attention on Tim.  "You are satisfied with my daughter's
condition?"

      Tim blinked.  'What?' he thought.  He began thinking rapidly - and
discovered both the thrust of the question and the minefield Padma had set
up behind it.  "I am uncertain," he replied.

      Dolores looked on, confused.  Padma however, grinned like a shark.
"Again, you prove yourself a worthy opponent!" she declared.  "You will
require proof?  I would.  I do!" she added, closing the trap.

      But Tim wasn't in it!  "An examination, then?" he asked, blandly.
"This will not damage her value in some other way?"

      "You have not examined her before?"

      "A gentleman doesn't reveal such things."  Tim was enjoying himself.
No flat denials - even though he was perfectly justified.  No, this was
Padma's game, and he'd do nothing to decrease her enjoyment of it.  This
game could only be played once.

      "Daughter,"  Padma's tone was formal.  "The question on the table is
your virginity - whether you are, and whether it is important to your
betrothed!"

      Tim turned to Dolores, and cocked an eyebrow, "And - if it's
unimportant - why!"

      Dolores was thoroughly confused.  "Huh?  I don't understand!"  She
mulled the questions a bit, then declared, "Of course I'm a virgin!"

      Tim had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed.  "Your mother insists
that you prove it..." At Dolores' shocked gasp, he continued, "Ostensibly,
this is to prove that you are unsullied, removing a possible objection I
could raise at a later date.  Actually, she wants to know if I already got
it..."  He regarded Padma sidelong.  "Baby, the game has gotten serious.
Can you play?  For both of us, you need to answer this question honestly -
then you're gonna have to prove it!"

      Dolores managed to recover her jaw from the floor.  "How?"

      Padma answered this one: "By direct examination.  Of course, I can do
it and relay the results?"  She directed another look at Tim.

      "Not likely!" Tim growled, then grinned.  "What kind of a bargain
would I be driving if I bought a pig in a poke?  Of course, I could do the
exam..."

      Padma returned the grin.  "As you say - not likely!"

      "Okay, Baby, once more for the record - are you virgin?"  Tim
challenged. "If you say 'Yes', we're BOTH gonna want to see a hymen.  If you
say 'No', there will always be some question what happened to it, and
whether I got it. I'm going to take your answer and bet both our reputations
on it. What do you say?"

      Dolores gazed at Tim, then turned to her mother.  "I'm a virgin!" she
declared.  "How and where do you want me to prove it?"

	Padma's consideration of an attempt at damage control was abruptly
rendered irrelevant as Tim threw his trump card.  "This is an important
consideration - I desire proof!"

	Padma prepared to temporize. "When?"

	Now Tim smiled like a shark.  "Immediately!  This could render other
negotiations irrelevant!"

	Padma, outmaneuvered, stood and gestured toward the stair.
"Daughter, if we could use your room?"  Dolores nodded and got up to follow
her, Tim close behind.

	On the stair, she turned to Tim and asked "Why are we doing this?"

	Tim replied, "Everybody wins.  You prove you're a good girl, you
ease your momma's mind over the same subject - and I get to play with your
pretty pussy!"  This last was delivered with a wicked grin.  Dolores smiled
in spite of herself, and began to swish her pert ass as she continued up the
staircase.

	Once in Dolores' bedroom, things began to be strained.  Dolores sat
on the bed.  Padma blushed, and said to Tim, "My mother did this to me - but
I am embarrassed.  I will withdraw the issue..."

	Tim shook his head.  "It's too late.  Honor is involved, for each of
us.  Honor must be satisfied.  Dolores?"  He waved vaguely, indicating that
she should remove her capris.  Dolores - very pink - did so, then, in a
rush, also removed her bikinis.

	Tim virtually stopped breathing altogether.  Dolores' neatly trimmed
pubic bush was about all he could see, since her legs were together, but it
was plenty to arouse him.  Dolores looked up at Tim and all traces of
embarrassment vanished.  She smiled lazily and proceeded to spread her legs
wide, feet flat on the bed.  Tim gasped as cinnamon colored flesh gave way
to pinker hues as her - undoubtedly shaved - thin labia appeared.  As
Dolores opened her legs even wider, her nether lips separated, revealing the
shocking coral inner flesh.  Tim would have given his left arm to stick his
tongue in that opening - and it showed!  "Okay, check her!" he croaked.

	Padma, blushing, stepped forward.  She started to wet her finger,
then stopped - lubrication was NOT an issue!  Dolores, eyes locked with Tim,
was powerfully aroused; dew could be seen dripping from her labia.  Padma
ran her finger up the slit to lubricate it - eliciting a gasp and a shudder
from her daughter - and began gently penetrating her vaginal canal.  She
quickly found what she was looking for - an intact hymen - and quickly
removed her finger, announcing "I am satisfied!" and looking away in
embarrassment.

	Dolores, for whom the activity was only mildly uncomfortable, never
took her eyes off Tim.  "Now it's YOUR turn," she husked.

	Tim stepped forward like an automaton.  This one time, the
'honorable' thing never occurred to him - the temptation was just too great.
He followed Padma's example, running his finger up Dolores' coral furrow to
lubricate it, then gently inserted it into her vaginal canal.  As he did it,
however, he anchored his hand by pressing his thumb onto her clitoris.
Dolores, already aroused beyond reason by the bizarre situation, began to
climax just as his finger touched the frail barrier. Her eyes rolled up and
she began to undulate.  Padma, who had been attempting to find something to
wipe her dampened finger on, ended up sucking it in her distraction at
watching her daughter's response to the touch of her lover.  Tim retracted
his finger a bit to ensure that it didn't deflower his girlfriend, then
watch in fascination as her vaginal walls attempted to suck it back in.  The
feeling was indescribable, and he almost came in his jeans!  Realizing what
he had done, he rotated his thumb on the nub of her clitoris, ensuring that
she got the full effect of her climax.  When she relaxed, he withdrew his
hand and somberly husked "I, too, am satisfied.  I stipulate that further
examinations are unnecessary, and that I will not ask for a future
repetition!"

	Padma nodded acceptance - then realized that Tim had set up a
situation wherein he could proceed to deflower her at any time.  She shook
her head - he had outmaneuvered her again!  "Daughter, put on a robe or
something and join us downstairs," she directed, turning to leave.
Fortunately, no one had noticed her sucking her daughter's tangy spend from
her finger; that lapse would have been thoroughly embarrassing to have to
explain!

	Tim leaned down and kissed his girlfriend gently on the lips. "When
you're ready, Baby," he crooned, and followed Padma out.