Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 056
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 56
Out with the Vincent Bros.

      Treefrogs was jumpin'.  This wouldn't be unusual, on a Saturday night
- but only one of the foursome had the experience to know that.  Denise
looked around at the SRO crowd and smiled to herself, hugging Eddie's arm.
Eddie squeezed her hand, trying to figure out a gallant method of telling
her that wrapping her braless breasts around his biceps was driving him
insane.

      The foursome had decided not to 'do up' dinner, settling for fast
food.  Now it was a little after nine, and the hip-hop was deafening.
Dolores snuggled up to Tim while the younger couple wormed their way onto
the floor.  "Do you think we're ready for this?" she all but yelled in his
ear.

      Tim quirked an eyebrow.  "After ONE lesson?"  Then he grinned.  "Hell,
who's gonna know?" he wondered, and dragged her onto the floor.

      Denise ran Eddie ragged for 30 minutes before deigning to be dragged
to the bar for a drink.  To be fair, Eddie was sweaty, but otherwise okay -
and he had learned a lot about how best to compliment Denise's flamboyant
dance style.  By the time they broke, they were starting to get the envious
attention of other couples in the vicinity.  "Whew!" Eddie gasped, "That was
quite a set!  You were kicking ass out there!"

      "You're no slouch!" Denise purred.  "I've killed half the football
team out there, and you've been matching me move for move!"

      Eddie grinned.  Things were going well.  If you got seriously into it,
some of the moves were almost like having sex standing up - only more
athletic.  He'd been careful not to push things, letting Denise define the
envelope - and she had pushed things out there pretty far.  Eddie assumed
that she was forgetting herself (she had), and if he followed her as far as
she was going, he'd get caught in the backlash when she remembered, so he
had been careful NOT to take advantage of some fairly blatant opportunities
to audit her curves.

      Denise, too, was well pleased.  While some of the doors she left open
were accidental, others were not, and Eddie had proven sure-footed in
avoiding the traps.  "I'm gonna go freshen up," she announced.

      Eddie grinned, "Ok, I'll just stand here and sweat.  What do you want
to drink?"

      "Diet Coke."  Denise waved languidly and moved off.

      Eddie placed the order, and looked up as Dolores and Tim thumped into
the bar next to him, winded from their second outing.  Tim grinned, "That
shit's hard work when you don't know what you're doing!"

      Dolores remonstrated between pants, "You mean (puff) you were winging
it (puff) when you were sliding (puff) that boner of yours (puff) up and
down the (puff) crack of my ass?"

      Eddie roared.  Tim looked put upon, and said "It's what the couple
next door was doing..."  Then he grinned, too.  He and Dolores swapped a
quick kiss before he asked Eddie, "So, how's it goin'?"

      "Okay, I think," Eddie replied, grinning, "Denise went off to the
ladies' room."

      "Goody!  Then I can find out!" Dolores exclaimed, and made a beeline
out of there.  Tim raised an eyebrow and shrugged, and the brothers shared a
companionable silence, watching the ebb and flow on the floor and absorbing
their drinks.

      Denise was primping in front of the mirror when Joy Fox walked in.
Joy was a junior at another school who had gravitated to Denise when it
became apparent that they had similar tastes in men and entertainment.  The
pair had watched each other's back on any number of occasions in the past
year, and Denise counted Joy as a friend.  "Hi, Neesey! How's it goin'?"

      "Hey, Foxy.  I didn't see you on the floor..." Denise rejoined.

      "Well, I saw YOU.  Who's the Boy Scout?  I figured a bruiser like that
would've had both hands in your halter by now, but he's playing Mr.
Clean..." Joy was somewhat surprised; Denise was usually a bit wilder on the
floor.

      Dolores eased in through the door just as Denise delivered her reply,
"I'm interviewing for a more permanent position, so guys trained in the four
Fs aren't as desirable.  In fact, I'm not gonna deny him the opportunity,
but if I see his cock tonight, he's gone, just like all the others."

      "What, Neesy, you changin'up?  No more fun?"  Joy was shocked.

      "I'm tired of having to break in a new dick every night.  I'm tired of
providing some little weasel with his first experience in the back seat of
some car, then never seeing him again.  I'm gonna make this one earn it,
then reap the fruits of my labors - several times!"  Denise became somewhat
vehement during this announcement.

      "What about the football team?  Aren't you short a few?"

      "I'm not gonna do it just to be able to say I did - there's got to be
a better reason.  It's got to be fun.  It's not fun being called a slut.  I
figure if I slow down a bit, I'll be able to keep a boyfriend long enough to
train him to be worth a shit in bed."

      "Okay, Neesey - I was afraid you were giving up sex!"  Joy laughed.

      "Huh!  No way!  I'm just trading a little variety for pleasure.  I
want to be a - yeah - a gourmet!"

      While the two were laughing, Dolores sidled up to the mirror.  "Hey,
Denise."

      Joy continued the interrogation, "So what's with Mr. Clean?"

      Denise smiled.  "He knows the deal.  He likes me, but he isn't
thinking with his dick."

      Dolores piped up, "Even if he did, he'd still be pretty smart!"

      Denise laughed. "Joy - Dolores.  Dolores - Joy," she announced,
handling the introductions.  Turning to Joy, she continued, "What Dolores
means is that I didn't just pick Eddie because he's nice.  Dolores is dating
his brother Tim - and HE's got a dick as long as your arm!"

      Joy giggled, "No shit?!"  Dolores, grinning, raised her hands,
spreading them to approximate Tim's surprising length, looking for all the
world like someone telling a fishing story.  "Holy cow!  You done it with
him yet?"

      Dolores shook her head, "Only a blowjob - Denise gave me BJ-101 while
I was doing it, so she's seen it, too."

      Joy was convinced.  "He'll split you in half!"

      Dolores shrugged, grinning, "Then I'll just have them sew me back
together around him.  He's so sweet..."

      "Hey, there's no guarantee the brother's got one the same size!"

      Denise grinned, "Eddie's been careful, but I've been shameless.  He's
got a big 'un there, no doubt about it.  If he survives the next couple of
days, I've got big plans for Mr. Eddie Vincent."  That said, the three of
them made for the door.

      The guys were turned toward the bar, occasionally spotting in the big
mirror behind it; they missed the girls' approach.  Denise inserted herself
between Tim and Eddie, with Dolores on Tim's off-side, and Joy on Eddie's.
"Eddie, this is Joy Fox.  I call her Foxy," Denise announced.

      Eddie turned to Joy just as she said "Hey!" and swatted him on the
ass, grabbing a handful afterwards.  Eddie's resulting expression was
priceless, as he tried to grapple with the dynamic of being goosed by a
friend of a girl he was trying to make a good impression on.  Eventually, he
settled for a poker face, and a noncommittal "Hey."

      Joy poured it on, hoping to increase his discomfiture, or, even
better, get him to show his fangs. "So, you're Neesey's new man, huh?  You
know, we share EVERYTHING...." She winked conspiratorially and squeezed his
ass again.  Eddie froze, and turned slowly to Denise.  His expression said
'Puhleez tell me she's pulling my leg!' and a host of other things, all in a
flicker of an instant.

      Denise lost it.  She was unable to hold a straight face, and Diet Coke
went everywhere as she let go.  Then she hiccupped, and tears rolled down
her face as she struggled to get her breath.  Joy fell out, too, and Tim and
Eddie both began to chuckle as they cleaned themselves up.  Fortunately,
most of the outflow hit the bar.  "Y-you should have SEEN your face!" she
gasped.  Finally, she turned to Joy and announced, "I think we're going to
have to get comfortable with one another before I turn YOU loose on him,
Foxy!" sliding her arm around him.  Eddie reciprocated, being careful to hit
her jean-clad hip below her bare midriff.

      "Well, a girl's gotta TRY!" Joy grinned.

      "Wait your turn!" Denise remonstrated in mock seriousness.

      Joy reached out and took Eddie's other hand, wrapping it around
herself.  She didn't place his hand on her hip, however; grinning
mischievously, she placed his hand on her braless right breast.

      Eddie's hand sprang off like it was spring-loaded, fingers splaying.
Almost casually, he stuck his hand in his back pocket, keeping Joy from
again capturing it.  In a voice that was emphatic, but ALMOST too quiet for
Denise to hear, he announced, "I'm HERE with DENISE."

      Joy shrugged, unrepentant.  "Well, okay, if you're gonna be a stick in
the mud..."

      "I'm not," Eddie rejoined, calmly. "Denise laid down the ground rules
- and YOU broke them.  If and when Denise says you can play, then I'll
decide whether I want you to play. Until then..." He turned away.

      Denise was well-pleased with this byplay.  Joy had independently
provided a better test for Eddie than she could have come up with on her own
- and Eddie had passed with flying colors!  "Let's go back out and dance,"
she suggested.  Eddie shrugged and caught up her hand.  Joy pouted a bit,
then moved on.

      Both couples pushed it hard until 11:00, then Dolores and Tim dragged
the younger couple off the floor.  "I'm sorry," announced Tim, "but we've
got last night to live down.  We need to call it a night, so I can get
Dolores home before her father comes gunning for me."  He grinned to take
the sting out of it, but Dolores giggled, not upset.  The reality was that
Marcus Brown hadn't gotten too wildly upset - but another incident atop the
first would not go unnoticed.  Eddie and Denise were philosophical about the
whole thing, for differing reasons:  For Eddie, half a loaf was better than
none - it had been a pretty decent date; for Denise, who usually stayed out
later, she was getting a ride home without the usual payment.  Many times,
either she had to walk, or deliver something in the way of sexual favors to
her date for the evening, to get home.  They all piled into Tim's car and
made for the first drop-off point - the Giannelli's.