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 Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 004
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 rom
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 4 Slow Dancing...

   One song later, the lights dropped a good bit, and so did the tempo of
the music.  All three couples were taken by surprise by this development.
Mandi looked around wildly for a moment, but there was no way that Ricky
was going to settle for the meager time that they had spent on the floor.
Mandi allowed herself to be pulled gently into the loose circle of Ricky's
arms, discovering that they were of nearly equal height, and thanking God
that she had followed Dolores' advice and worn flats.  Ricky tried
gallantly to maintain a minimalist contact, placing his hands on her hips -
but Mandi's bust proved to be both their undoing.  They were unable to
maneuver without her breasts coming into contact with his chest, and,
within seconds, Mandi was sporting a pair of very solidly erect nipples
poking half inch depressions in Ricky's chest.  At Mandi's blush, Ricky
looked deep into her eyes for a moment, said "Relax, it's mutual," and
pulled her in against the raging hardon that the contact had generated. 
Mandi gasped, giggled, sighed, and laid her head on Ricky's shoulder - and
Ricky was in heaven.

   Jackie and Terry had been beginning to get winded.  With the tempo
change, they collapsed together - and found that each fit the other
beautifully.  From ten seconds after the music changed, you couldn't wedge
a playing card between them, anywhere.  It was impossible NOT to get
aroused, but unthinkable that they be pried apart - so both accepted the
situation without comment.  For the next 20 minutes, they were a single
organism - and it catalyzed their relationship.  They went from strangers
to a committed relationship in one trip to the dance floor.

   Dolores and Tim were fresh, and the events of their intermission had
demolished Dolores' reserve.  When Tim stopped, flustered, at the change in
the music, she flowed smoothly into his arms.  When he stuttered "I - I
don't..." she put her lips to his ear and murmured "Let's just sway back
and forth, for now..." So he gathered her in, locking his fingers behind
her back at the waist.  Dolores melted against him amazed that one so
strong could be so gentle.  Tim, for his part, was totally awash with the
sensations that close contact with her body provided, 'How could anyone be
so soft?' he mused muzzily.  They swayed together for a timeless interval,
slowly moving toward actual dance steps.

   Mandi and Ricky had adjusted to a position that could at least be
justified to the wandering chaperones.  There was still no avoiding Mandi's
breasts, but, while each had one thigh inserted between the other's, they
weren't actually rubbing bellies.  As it was, the crotch of Mandi's panties
was thoroughly soaked, and had been since her pubic mound came into contact
with the solid bulge under Ricky's dockers.  Mandi was supremely happy. 
Having relaxed against Ricky, she was prepared to dance with him until
neither of then could move.  Ricky was also overjoyed, but his intellect
distrusted the whole situation, reminding him that this was his first time,
and that he shouldn't get too wrapped up in anything until he had more
experience under his belt.  Ricky allowed this watchdog to yammer, but
largely ignored it in order to maintain his enjoyment of the moment.

   The slow set only lasted for a couple of songs, however, and when it was
over, all three couples returned to the girls' territory, where they were
politely dropped off.  The boys retreated to where Bobby was holding down
their previous location to take stock.  Terry confronted Bobby: "Bobby,
we're friends, but this one won't fly.  If you don't go over to Jackie
right now and apologize to her, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

   Bobby looked sidelong at Terry.  Normally, the fact that Bobby had an
inch, 20 pounds, and experience on Terry would have allowed him to laugh in
his face.  But tonight Terry had suddenly developed a temper and a serious
case of determination.  So Bobby decided to temporize, "Hey, I don't
apologize.  I've got a rep to maintain!"

   "But you were wrong this time, and you knew it," Terry rejoined. 
"That's not your style!"

   "You got me there," Bobby admitted, sheepishly, "Okay; I'll go have a
word with her." With that, he turned and marched across the dance floor
toward the girls.

   Dolores picked up the approach, and said "Oh, Lord, here comes Bobby
again!"

   "What in the Hell do YOU want?  Didn't I make my point LAST time?"
Jackie burst out.

   "Whoa, I'm lugging an olive branch, here!" announced Bobby, "I've come
to apologize!"

   "Well, that's new..." said Jackie, somewhat mollified.

   "You're right, but I had two good reasons," rejoined Bobby, "First, I
knew about what really happened before I made the comments, and it's not my
style to propagate a lie.  So - I'm sorry.  I won't come off with that
Jack-Off stuff again." He turned to leave.

   "What's the second reason?" Jackie wanted to know.

   "Terry was very insistent..." Bobby turned back toward Jackie and
delivered this tidbit under his breath.

   Jackie looked across the room and discovered Terry standing there with
his hands on his hips and a frown on his face.  Hiding her delight, she
announced "Well, I still won't dance with you, Bobby McCormick!"

   "Given what I see going on between you and Terry, I won't ask!" replied
Bobby.  As he turned to go, he grinned and murmured, "Maybe at the
wedding..."

   Jackie gaped.  Dolores simpered, "He got you again - clean this time!"
Jackie looked across the floor at Terry, planted her hands on her hips,
then beckoned him with a finger.  Terry, who had watched the entire
incident to make sure the apology came off properly, couldn't tell whether
it had or not.  Thus, it was with some trepidation he presented himself in
front of Jackie.  "Did you tell Bobby McCormick to apologize to me?" she
demanded.

   "Yeah - Did he?" he responded warily.

   "Yes, he did, you wonderful man!" Jackie, wrapping her arms around his
neck, planted a solid kiss on Terry's lips.  In an excess of bravery, Terry
pulled her in and went for seconds, at which point things got serious.  The
tongue duel lasted a couple of minutes, and left them both red faced,
breathless, and smiling.

   Terry figured as long as he was rolling sevens, he might as well up the
ante.  "So, are you going to the Prom?"



   "Yesss...." Jackie replied.



   Terry frowned.  Maybe this was snake-eyes...  "Who with?"



   "You, silly!" came the response, and another tongue duel commenced.



   Meanwhile, Tim and Ricky had been deep in conversation, bringing each
other up to date.  "So how are you doing with Dolores?" Ricky wanted to
know.



   "I like her, and she's a sweet package on the dance floor," responded
Tim.  "What about Mandi?"



   "She's great - incredible - but I can't help thinking that I'm
committing to something without having any other experiences to compare it
with," Ricky replied.



   "Well," said Tim, "there are other fish in THIS sea - but I'm not going
to bother.  I like Dolores a LOT, and I'm in no hurry to look elsewhere. 
She's just....  I can't explain it...  right.  I think if I play my cards
right, a lot more than the Prom is in the offing."



   "Don't let Bobby hear you say stuff like that - Dolores will hear it
within 15 minutes, and in the worst possible way!" Ricky laughed.



   "Which is NOT how I meant it!" Tim responded, reddening.  "I like what I
see when I look at Dolores, and I like what I hear when she speaks, and I
like the feel..."



   "I get it, I get it!" Ricky rejoined.  "Mandi is seriously fantastic,
too - but you know, I just can't rush into things.  When I snuggled up to
her on the dance floor, I was happy as a clam - but I wasn't using my brain
for much."



   "You do what you gotta," said Tim, "but make sure you don't analyze your
way out of something good.  I saw the look on your face when she laid her
head on your shoulder - and I saw the look on hers, too.  Don't act so
smart you get stupid!"



   "Good advice," admitted Ricky.  "I'll try to follow it."



   "Well, I'm going back," announced Tim, "I haven't got Dolores quite
reeled in yet, and I don't want someone else cutting me out!" With that, he
turned and stalked off toward the girls.



   Upon his arrival, Dolores said, "I thought you'd NEVER get back!  What
were you doing over there?"

   "Guy things," Tim replied, grinning.  "What made you think I was coming
back?"

   "If you didn't, I was going to come after you!" Dolores announced.  "I'm
not planning on letting you get away!  You know," she confided, "Terry
asked Jackie to go to the Prom with him..."

   "Hmmph, that's peanuts!" was the rejoinder, "Wanna go steady?"

   Dolores gaped, eyes like saucers, and her knees failed her, causing her
to crash land in the chair behind her.  She lost her breath for a moment,
coming back to herself with Tim hovering over her, saying "I'm sorry, Baby
- I didn't mean to scare you to death!  Are you OK?  I didn't mean to
upset, you, honest!  Forget I said anything!" Tim was deeply concerned at
Dolores' reaction, and afraid he'd rushed things and screwed up, badly.  It
had just popped out - and had seemed to be the right thing, at the time...

   "Uh, uh!" Dolores gasped.

   "What?" Tim frowned.

   "I don't intend to forget!  Did you mean it?" Dolores was confused,
swimming in the mixed signals, but there was an important question hanging
out there, and she intended to supply an answer.

   "Well, yeah!" Tim responded, defensively.

   "Then the answer is 'Yes'", Dolores declared, wrapping her arms around
his neck and looking deep into his eyes.  "If you really want to, I'll go
steady with you!"

   "If I really want to!  Jesus!  Why wouldn't I want to?" Tim ran out of
words at that point - standing there, hanging over the chair, staring into
Dolores' eyes.  The kiss followed naturally, but Dolores had to stand to
keep Tim from falling onto her.  It didn't interrupt things.

   Ricky proceeded to obtain his reference data set, first by dancing with
Beth Johnson, the shy, thin, severe brunette who had most of the academic
awards sewed up.  Beth was consumed with her enthusiasm for reducing energy
consumption, and thus made a brilliant conversationalist - if you're in to
reducing energy consumption, which Ricky discovered WASN'T one of his
enthusiasms.  Besides, Beth was, well, bony.  She was tall and narrow, and
there didn't seem to be a spot on her that you couldn't injure yourself on.
Ricky sat her down after a single dance.  Sue Melanson, the bright bouncy
cheerleader acceded to the next fast dance.  Sue was previously
unattainable, but for some reason she was at loose ends, so Ricky piloted
her onto the floor.  The lights stayed on all of the time, but they
swiveled constantly - nothing and no one held her attention for long. 
Ricky dealt with it through the first fast dance, but when the next dance
turned out to be a slow one, it quickly became unbearable.  The body was
there, soft, warm, and cuddly, and she allowed Ricky's hands to wander over
a lot more of its surface than he had any right to expect - but it quickly
became apparent that the reason for that laxity was that Sue was mentally
elsewhere, and at a new location every 5 seconds.  Ricky found this
behavior to be flat unacceptable, and, when an opportunity presented
itself, facilitated the efforts of Fred Trafton, the hulking right tackle
on the football team, to cut in.  Sue barely noticed, despite the fact that
Fred's huge paws settled directly on her ass.  'Mission accomplished',
Ricky thought, 'We have met the enemy, and Mandi is a vast improvement'. 
With that thought in mind, Ricky set off directly toward Mandi's shadowed
corner.

   Mandi had observed Ricky's efforts without the benefit of understanding
the reasons for them - and was thus an extremely unhappy young woman.  When
she observed Ricky tucking Sue into his arms at the beginning of the slow
dance, the question became not whether she would cry, but where she was
going to do it.  Could she make the ladies room, or was she going to break
down right there?  "What's wrong with me?  Why did he leave?" Mandi sobbed
to Dolores and Tim.

   Tim responded, "Nothing, absolutely nothing.  Ricky just has these rules
he lives by.  He can't just take the first thing that comes along, he has
to experiment - gather information - and make informed choices.  He told me
you were wonderful, but - well, sometimes intellect is a curse.  Ricky
can't get away from it - everything is an experiment, or a chance to learn
something new.  If he ever finds a girl who can make him put that away for
a while, he'll be a much happier person for it."

   Dolores was agog.  This was the most Tim had said all night, and it
spoke volumes about him!  The giant was bright, lucid, and insightful, as
well as well-mannered and gentle!  Wow!

   Mandi, however, was understandably not mollified.  "But how do I compete
with Sue?" she wailed.

   "By being yourself," a quiet male voice replied from behind her.  Mandi
turned to find Ricky standing there, his hand out.  "Would you care to
dance?" he asked.  Mandi said nothing.  She locked her somewhat damp eyes
on his, placed her hand in his extended one, and allowed herself to be
drawn gently into his arms.  "I'm sorry I hurt you - it was unintentional,"
Ricky murmured, "Tim is right.  I had to know if every woman produced the
kind of reaction in me that you did.  I had to react rationally, because it
was an extremely emotional reaction."

   "And?" Mandi asked, quivering, uncertain.

   Ricky felt the quiver, and pulled her in closer.  "I found them lacking.
I kept finding the total package to be missing something in each case.  In
some cases, I can describe it; other facets, I don't seem to have a
language for." Mandi detected that this bothered him, and it brought her
some distance along the path to understanding Ricky's somewhat complex
makeup.  Certainly, it validated Tim's assertions.  Mandi began to relax,
and laid her head on his shoulder, facing away from him and closing her
eyes.  Ricky was simultaneously operating on two levels: He was thoroughly
enjoying Mandi - touch, smell, (he brushed his lips against her bare
shoulder, causing her to generate a cross between a wriggle and a shiver),
taste, and the almost overwhelming flood of emotion she created - while
that part of him that never stopped analyzing continued to attempt to come
to grips with something even it realized would be ultimately indefinable.
He began moving his hands up and down along her sides, drifting onto her
back, marveling in the incredible feel of her body.

   Mandi was in heaven.  She was drinking in the sensation of Ricky's
strong arms enfolding her, surprised at the whipcord strength in his lean
body.  Her nipples rubbed against his chest, and his shoulder was SO
comfortable to lean against.  When his hands began caressing her sides, she
snuggled in closer so as to afford him more room to move - and that was
very nearly their undoing.  She moved her left leg between his, causing her
pubic mound to bump into his left thigh, which brought a flash of pleasure
as her clitoris was trapped between her pubic bone and his thigh.  Even
after she backed off a bit, these contacts continued to happen every few
seconds.  Mandi's panties were soaked in less than a minute of this
stimulation, and between it, the caresses, and the friction of her nipples
rubbing Ricky's chest, she became incredibly aroused.  Blood suffused her
face and chest to the point that Dolores noticed it from where she and Tim
were dancing a few feet away.  "Mandi's sure enjoying herself," she
remarked.

   Tim moved them to where he could observe, just as Ricky's somewhat dazed
visage came into view.  "Ricky's not exactly bored, either," he remarked,
smirking.

   Ricky's hands could not get enough of Mandi's body.  It felt so... 
rich? Soft?  Supple?  He couldn't define it, but he couldn't get enough. 
Even though he kept to the "safe" areas between her waist and where her
brassiere would have been if she weren't wearing the top with the
integrated tube support, the feel was incredible.  When Mandi snuggled in
and he began coming into contact with her pubic mound, he became instantly
rigidly aroused.  When Mandi detected this iron bar lying along her left
thigh, that was the last straw.  She began to have a series of mini-orgasms
- little single pulsations of pleasure, with an accompanying contraction of
her vagina.  She gasped as the first of these hit her, and raised her head
after the third of fourth to stare at Ricky in wonder.  Although Ricky's
thigh was now damp through his jeans, he was still largely unaware of the
effect he was having on Mandi.  He looked deep into those wide green eyes
for a moment, then leaned forward to steal a chaste kiss.

   Mandi was in no mood for chaste, however.  Sensually overloaded to the
point where rational though was impossible, she took his head in both
hands, opened her lips, and ran her tongue across his closed lips hungrily.
Ricky, surprised, opened up, and she proceeded to try to swallow him whole.
They stopped moving totally, while Ricky concentrated on giving as good as
he got.  This may have been the only thing that saved Mandi from having a
screaming orgasm right there on the dance floor, but it also got the
attention of the chaperones.  "Hey, break it up, you two!" suddenly sounded
close by, and a rough hand shook Ricky's shoulder returning them to
reality. "Go sit down a while, you lovebirds!" the teacher directed
gruffly, and they broke apart, headed for the girls' gathering point. 
Mandi, already suffused, blushed even more furiously, and Ricky's ears
reddened considerably, but Mandi's right hand remained in Ricky's left as
they left the floor.

   "Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" Mandi wailed, "You must think...  I never..."

   "Sorry!  What for?  That was the most...  uh...  Wow!" Ricky responded.

   The song, which had been winding down, ended, to be replaced by a faster
number.  The other two couples returned from the floor.  Mandi grabbed
Dolores' arm and picked up Jackie with her eyes "Let's got to the Ladies
Room," she announced.  The others nodded and the trio moved off.  As the
door closed behind them, Dolores remarked, grinning, "Well, Mandi, it
looked like you were enjoying yourself!"



   "God!  I'm SO embarrassed!  Ricky probably thinks I'm a slut!"



   "What happened?" asked Jackie.



   "Well, when we slow dance, these get in the way," Mandi replied,
gesturing to her breasts.  "So they're constantly in contact and my nipples
get hard.  Ricky started rubbing my sides and back, so I tucked in to give
him more room to reach."



   "Girl, you don't want him grabbing your ass on the second dance!"
exploded Dolores.



   "No, no Ricky kept it perfectly clean - above the waist and around back.
But it felt WONDERFUL - he has such strong hands - I'd have LET him cup my
ass!  Anyway, when I tucked in, we ended up with our legs interlaced.  Even
after I backed off a bit, I kept bumping my clit on his thigh.  My panties
are soaked!"



   "That's not so terrible..." opined Jackie.



   "But it doesn't stop there!  Between the nipple rub, bumping my clit on
his thigh, and those wonderful hands, I started CUMMING - little
firecracker ones - and I couldn't stop!  When he kissed me, I was ready to
take him down on the dance floor, and sit right down on his...  his..."



   Dolores roared with laughter, "That's cock, baby!  You wanted his cock!"



   "Boy, did I!" Mandi grinned.  "If we had been in any kind of privacy,
he'd have had my cherry, right there!"



   "Damn, Honey - you're still cherry?" Dolores asked, unbelieving.



   "I am, too..." said Jackie diffidently.



   "Will wonders never cease!" said Dolores.  "Well, it looks to me like
you're both doing well for yourselves..." She managed not to let the fact
that she was, too, slip out...



   "But what is Ricky going to think of me?" Mandi wailed.  "His left jeans
leg is SOAKED, and I don't have to tell you what it SMELLS like!  And I
almost attacked him right on the dance floor!  He's gonna think I'm some
kind of nympho!"



   "Don't feel too bad - Terry had me going all gooey inside..." Jackie
admitted.



   "I'm guessing he figures that he just let the tiger out of its cage..."
Dolores replied, "...which is good for his ego.  If you're REALLY worried
you can let him know that you've never acted like that before..."



   "The absolute truth!" Mandi interjected.



   "...Which should keep him going down the right path - the one that leads
him to the belief that he's a great lover, who sweeps innocent girls off
their feet!" Dolores finished, smirking.



   Jackie guffawed.



   "Well," said Mandi, defensively, "It's working for me!"



   "All the better.  Ricky's a smart cookie, and if it wasn't the truth,
he'd sniff it out!" Dolores counseled.



   "He's sniffing, all right!" Jackie giggled, and Mandi reddened.



   "Well, nothing clouds the male intellect like the smell of wet pussy!"
Dolores chuckled, leering.  "Let's go back out, so you can apologize for
attacking him!" The girls finished primping and paraded back to their spot
beside the dance floor.



   Meanwhile, the guys were getting their consultation in place: "What
happened to you?!" asked Tim.



   "I dunno," said Ricky.  "Mandi and I were dancing - and it was GREAT,
too!  I started rubbing her back, and she scooted in and we got kind of
sandwiched with her crotch on my left leg..." Ricky touched the leg in
question, discovering what body heat had disguised thus far - that it was
wet!  "Waitaminnit..." Ricky smelled his hand - ambrosia!  The top of his
head almost came off!  "Holy shit!  I've got pussy juice all over me!" Tim
rolled his eyes, and slapped his forehead, and Terry collapsed in
uncontrolled laughter.  "The little minx was getting off on my leg!  No
wonder she almost sucked my tonsils out when I kissed her!"



   "Man!" Tim exclaimed, "You must've had her smokin'!"



   "I guess so!" said Ricky, with a huge grin plastered across his face, "I
had a hard-on like an iron bar, but I guess I didn't realize just how much
I was doing for her.  There was the nipple rub, bumping her pussy against
me, and me going to town with my hands - plenty of reason to get a little
over-excited!"



   "Take it easy on her," Tim cautioned, "She's probably embarrassed to
death!"



   Ricky joined in the general laughter.  "So, how are you guys doing?" he
asked.



   "Great!" Tom replied.  "Dolores is a wonder.  I asked her to go steady!"



   "Jesus!  Based on a couple of dances!?" Rick exclaimed.



   "Yeah...Well...She said 'Yes'!" Tim replied.  "Some things are just too
good to let go of."



   "Well, okay," said Ricky, doubtfully.  "How about you, Terry?"



   ""I'm good with Jackie for the Prom - and I think it's going to go a
good deal further.  She's really sweet, and somehow I made an
impression..."



   "Wouldn't have anything to do with you strong-arming Bobby into an
apology, would it?" Ricky winked and grinned.



   "Probably didn't hurt..." Terry returned the grin, "But that's not why I
did it!"



   "And that'll get you even more brownie points!" Tim laughed.  "Here they
come!"



   The girls arrived, Dolores and Jackie tucking themselves beside their
newfound escorts, and Mandi sidling up to Ricky.  "Uh, Ricky, I'm sorry
about what happened out on the floor....I don't normally act like that! 
Things just happened, and I got caught up in it..." She touched his jean
leg, felt the dampness, and blushed scarlet.  "Ohmigod!  I'm SO sorry!" she
gasped.



   Ricky grinned, and hugged her.  "What for?  I'm flattered that you felt
that comfortable with me!"



   "But you're...wet!" she wailed.



   "Relax, Mandi!  You could drown me in that stuff and I'd die grinning
from ear to ear!  I may never wash these jeans again - they're a trophy!"
Mandi hid her face in his shoulder, terminally embarrassed, for two or
three minutes.  Ricky was happy to let it go on.



   After several more fast dances, in which one or more of the couples
participated, things wound down to a final slow song that got everyone onto
the floor.  Mandi and Ricky were careful not to enjoy themselves TOO
much... And then it was over.  After a little restrained necking in the
parking lot, everyone moved to their vehicle and made their separate ways
home.  Ricky, having recovered his usual shyness, just barely managed to
blurt out "You want to do something tomorrow night?" getting a quiet
"Okay!" from Mandi in return, before he was picked up by Tim.