Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 054
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 54
Saturday evening: Hardesty's

      Terry rang the Hardesty's bell promptly at six-thirty.  Jackie let him
in quietly, only to find her mother standing in the kitchen door with her
hands on her hips, glaring.  Nonetheless, the pair did not back down, moving
instead to the den and setting up for the movie.  Jennifer swallowed her
pride, ascertained what toppings they wanted, and ordered the pizza.  As the
movie started, she dropped into a chair and pointedly watched the "pair of
sex fiends" for 2 1/2 hours.

      It was an extremely dull 2 1/2 hours - the pair lay on the floor, near
to each other, but not touching (except for holding hands) for the entire
period.  By the end of the movie, Jennifer had forgotten them and become
engrossed in the movie despite herself.  As the credits rolled up the
screen, Jennifer got up and went to the kitchen to get a soda.  While she
was gone, the couple engaged in a quick kiss.  The trio surfed the cable
channels for an hour, and gave up.  Terry collected the rental movie, and
kissed Jackie passionately at the door - something Jennifer made shift to
overlook.  In fact, the evening had left her feeling somewhat the heel;
aside from his occasional tigerish episodes - which were endearing in
themselves - Terry was a sweet boy, and quite a catch, Jennifer had to
admit.  And it was VERY clear that her almost irrational behavior was
driving a wedge between herself and her daughter. That the previous
evening's activity (what she knew of it) had been outrageously salacious was
undeniable - but the apparently universal opinion of the other interested
parties that it was a reaction to the environment of repression the pair was
operating in had begun to sink in.  Jennifer resolved to take it a bit
easier on the couple, acting more as an anchor than like a brick wall.

      She might have been less forgiving had she discovered the events
unfolding upstairs, even though they actually followed the scenario almost
exactly.

      Terry had gone out to his car and discovered that he just could NOT go
home.  There was too much emotion pent up inside him.  He drove his wagon a
few doors down so that it would not be conspicuously parked out front, and
returned on foot.  When Jackie's bedroom light came on a few minutes later,
he was there to witness it.

      Jackie went up to bed at 10:30.  The TV had not improved, and she
decided to read in bed, so she said goodnight to her mother and drifted
upstairs.  Once in her room, she shucked out of her jeans and tube top and
put on a white baby-doll nightie with matching panties.  She stood there for
a moment, examining herself in the mirror over her dresser.  Would this do
for after the Prom?  Jackie had already decided that in 7 days she would no
longer be a virgin; she was going to give herself to Terry on Prom night -
one way or another... Then came a quiet thump, followed by a gentle tapping
at the window.

      Terry had stepped back to get a view through the sheer curtains,
ascertaining that the person occupying the bedroom was indeed Jackie (the
alternative beggared the imagination; Terry really didn't see how he would
survive the night following such a mistake).  Then he shinnied up the pillar
on the left side of the front porch and, sitting on the porch roof, tapped
at Jackie's window.

      Jackie turned to the window, discovering Terry squatting there.  She
slid open the pane and asked "How long have you been there?"  Had he seen
her naked?

      Terry grinned.  "I just arrived.  Let me in?"

      Jackie undid the catches on the window screen, which Terry then
collected and laid gently on the porch roof.  Moments later, the window was
again closed, and Jackie was gently squirming in his arms under the impact
of a gentle kiss.  Jackie turned off the overhead light, replacing it's
illumination with the somewhat more romantic gentle light of her bedside
lamp at it's lowest setting, and the couple sat on the bed.

      There ensued a bit over an hour of the most exquisite necking that
either had ever experienced.  The focus was on romance and discovery, not
sex, and they spent the period delighting in the feel of each other's bodies
and seeing how lost they could get in kisses.  Jackie denied Terry nothing -
but Terry denied himself access to Jackie's mons and inner thighs; the
closest he got was squeezing and cupping her sweet, sweet ass.  Her pert,
pink capped, puffy titties got a thorough working over from his hands, but
he kept his mouth generally above her shoulders - there was a neck, and
cheeks, and ears to tease when he wasn't directly engaged by Jackie's lips
and tongue.  At some point, Terry shucked out of his jeans in an effort to
avoid the agony of his constant erection - but that was the sole purpose of
the exercise.  Jackie could find plenty of skin under his T shirt and other
areas exposed by the action without further agitating him when he was
obviously determined to be good.

      Terry had another reason for not going 'all the way':  Jackie had thus
far displayed a distinct tendency to be loudly orgasmic.  The chances of
discovery approached certainty should she attain orgasm - and Terry was
damned if he was going to let her settle for anything less!

      Terry squeaked out the window at about 11:30, helping Jackie replace
the screen.  "I'll see you tomorrow," he promised.

      "Call me!" Jackie whispered, smiling.

      Terry nodded, and disappeared over the edge of the roof, intent upon
making it home before 12:00.