Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 061
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 MF exhib

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 61
Sunday morning: Giannelli's

      At a bit after 6:00 a.m., Big Al awoke to find himself spooned up to
Helen with his morning erection nestled between the soft, ample cheeks of
her ass - which was about as fine a place as he could hope for it to be, he
decided.  Still, he was feeling some urgency, so he extracted it, got up,
stretched widely, and ambled off down the hall to drain it of the excess
fluids his bladder had stored overnight.

      The disturbance and the lack of his presence caused Helen to awaken.
Once again, she was inclined to be philosophical about it - Al had worked
hard over her the night before, and if he had awakened and suddenly realized
what he was doing, she had gotten a memorable night out of it.  When Al
wandered back in a couple of minutes later, yawning and scratching, draped
himself across her, took a nipple in his mouth and began softly nursing in
it, she hid her surprise, wrapped her arms around his wide back, and closed
her eyes.  Soon, they were both again asleep.

      Something, probably Al thumping around, caused Eddie's eyes to pop
open.  Once conscious, he was quickly uncomfortable.  The couch, in its
current configuration, wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, and
although Denise's state of boneless collapse above him was pleasant in
itself, it was unaccustomed, and that much more weight driving him into the
couch.  Add a full bladder...  Eddie began to extract himself, as gently as
possible, but it was far too much to expect for Denise not to awaken.

      "Morning, Lover," she yawned, "Going somewhere?"

      "Gotta pee."  Eddie was somewhat embarrassed, as he padded off to the
bathroom.  Denise sat on the couch, rubbing bleary eyes, when he returned.

      "Hon, why don't you go on upstairs to bed.  I'll hang out here until
Tim remembers he has a brother."  He stretched, trying to work the kinks out
of his back.

      Denise slid her arms around him. "Uh uh.  You come upstairs, too.
That couch is killing you.  We can stretch out together and get comfortable.
Besides, it'll be a first!  I'm about out of cherries, but you'll be the
first I brought home to bed!"

      "What'll your mom say?"

      "Nothing.  She told me the other day that she'd be happier if I had my
fun at home..."

      Eddie was skeptical, but he let Denise drag him upstairs by the hand.
The room had a four-poster, and the usual assortment of dollies, and stuffed
animals perched here and there.  It was decorative clutter, however; Helen
had strict rules about cleanliness, and had somehow been able to impress
them upon BOTH of her daughters.  Eddie made to lie upon the blanket, fully
dressed.

      "No!"  Denise stamped her foot.  "We're gonna be comfortable!  You
shuck down to your shorts, and slide under the covers.  I'll be right back!"

      "But Denise!"  She ignored him as she entered the bathroom, having
dragged a nightie out of a drawer.  Eddie shrugged, and did as instructed.

      After a moment, Denise returned, wearing a short, translucent, baby-
doll nightie with matching frilly panties. Eddie erupted. "NO!  That's not
fair!  No way!  I'd have to be dead and in the ground to keep my hands off
you!"

      Denise smiled wryly.  "This ceased to be a normal date a long time
ago, Eddie.  I release you from your promise, and I won't hold it against
you if we do anything."

      Eddie shook his head.  "I don't release me!  You need to know the
difference between love and sex - and you won't learn that I know the
difference if we have sex on the first date, no matter WHAT the
circumstances!"

      Denise nodded soberly.  "Okay, Eddie."  Digging in her drawers, she
came up with another outfit. "I'll be back."

      Eddie seriously considered dressing and running out - but he couldn't
get a grip on the implications for their relationship.  He was still working
on it when Denise returned, this time in a pair of long-sleeved silky
pajamas.  Her nipples still poked the fabric of the top, but they were
opaque, and the long-legged bottoms seemed to limit access.  "Better?" she
asked.

      "I don't know if 'better' really defines it, but I should be able to
control myself," Eddie growled.

      Denise smiled, "Well, it's a sacrifice for me, too.  I usually sleep
nude."

      Eddie rubbed his face with both hands while he tried to dispel the
image she called up. "Thanks for sharing that," he murmured, employing a
little mild sarcasm.

      Denise slid under the covers and rolled over to face Eddie.  Caressing
his cheek, she murmured, "I'm serious, Honey.  The test is over.  We're in
extra innings.  If you wanna play, no harm, no foul."

      "No."  Eddie's voice was firm if his body was shaky.  "I want you to
be able to look back on tonight and be clear about what we did and didn't
do, and why - no excuses. 'Well, he coulda, but...' doesn't cut it."  Then
he groaned, "But I gotta kiss you some more..."

      Denise flowed into his arms.   They kissed for some time,
concentrating on that, rather than using it as a tool to prepare them for
anything else.  Eventually, both relaxed, and they drifted off.  An hour or
so later, Eddie awakened to find Denise spooned against him, her soft
breasts pressed against his back.  He captured the hand draped loosely over
his hip and pressed it to his chest.  Denise murmured in her sleep and
settled back down, and he returned to sleep.

      When Al reawakened at 8:30, urination was not the use for his penis
that he had in mind.  Helen awoke from a dream that she was wrestling with
an octopus that knew all of her erogenous zones to the discovery that Al
apparently had eight arms.  Pleased with this discovery, she went to work to
give as good as she got.  When the phone rang at 9:00, they were well into
warmup; Al had her flushed and quivering all over.  "Damn!" she cursed, but
rolled over and knelt across the bed to pick up the phone.

      "Helen?  It's Flossie," came through the earpiece.

      "Hi, Flossie.  What's up?"  Helen suspected what was coming from that
quarter; what she didn't expect was the action behind her.  Looking in the
bureau mirror, she detected Big Al kneeling up behind her upraised ass.  She
tried waving him off as he began running the head of his cock along the wet
channel between her wet nether lips.  But Al ignored her, and - damn, it
felt good!

      "Minnie's sick and can't come in.  I could call Jean - she loves
overtime - but I figured I should give you the opportunity to put in 40
hours first."

      "Sorry, Flossie, I can't.  I've got c-UHH-mpany."  The grunt was the
result of Al sheathing his cock in her well-lubricated pussy.

      Flossie blinked.  Helen never turned down a shift.  And... "Honey, you
sound funny.  You OK?"

      "Ohhhh... Yesss..." Helen was finding it extremely hard to concentrate
on the conversation.  Looking up in the mirror, she could see Al grinning
from ear to ear as he began to drive into her with solid strokes.
      Flossie began to see the light.  "Honey, if I didn't know any better,
I'd say you were doing the nasty while you're talking to me!"  On impulse,
she reached down and clicked the record button on the tape recorder they
used to record phone orders.

      Helen lowered her elbows so that she could rest her upper torso on the
bed, stabilizing her huge breasts and providing Al a stable platform to
drive against.  The change in position had the additional benefit of
increasing Al's contact with her clitoris. "You... don't... ummm... know...
better.  Ooohhh!"

      Flossie grinned from ear to ear.  "Is that big bear that was in here
yesterday there?"

      "Ummm..huh!"

      "Are you doing what I THINK you're doing?" Flossie was getting hot
just listening.

      "Uh huh!"

      "What position?"

      "D-doggy... style." Helen was trying to time her responses to periods
when she had breath - usually on the in stroke.  Every word was forceful,
most with a grunting undertone.

      Flossie giggled. "Is he good?"

      "UH HUH!!"

      Flossie was fascinated.  "Gimme details, girl!"

      Helen gave up.  There was no way she could maintain the conversation.
She waved the phone behind her at Al.  "Flossie," she gasped, "Wants
details."

      Al took the phone and pondered for a moment.  Holding the phone kept
him from holding both of Helen's generous hips.  He settled for pressing one
hand into the small of her back to hold her in place.  "Hullo?"

      'Holy shit!' Flossie thought, 'this gets better and better!' "So, who
is this?"

      Al frowned.  "Name's Al.  Why?"

      "I wanted to put a name to the face.  You the big guy who was in
yesterday?"

      "Yeah."

      "You takin' good care of Helen?"

      "I think so.  She seems to agree..."

      "Were you two doin' it when she answered the phone?"

      "Naw," Al grinned.  "Fool woman knelt across the bed to pick up.
Presented me with TWO targets.  I couldn't resist, and she was already wet,
so..."  Al picked up the pace, eliciting a pattern of wet, slapping noises
that carried through the phone, leaving no doubt as to the pace of the
action.

      Flossie was captivated.  "Can I talk to Helen again?"

      Al regarded Helen critically via the mirror.  "Wouldn't do much good.
She's got that glassy-eyed look - I figure she's getting close."  Moments
later, he continued, increased effort detectable in his voice, "Yep, she's
starting to lock up..."  There was a raspy chuckle, then Al continued in a
singsong voice, "I'm sorry, Helen can't come to the phone..."

      Helen chose this moment to give voice to the joy of her orgasm, "Oh
God ohgodohgodohgod... AiiieeeEEEEE!!!!"

      Al held out the phone, so that Helen's outburst could be captured for
posterity, then roared into it, "...'cause she's cumming all over ME!
Jeezus! What a grip that pussy's got!"  After a few moments, he wheezed,
"Gotta go now, I need both hands to push her through to the second cumming -
I'm not done yet!" and clicked off the receiver.

      Flossie was blushing furiously, and highly aroused.  This had to be
the most graphic sexual situation that she had ever witnessed outside her
own bedroom.  "Man, that was hot!  I'm gonna tear Fred up tonight!"

      Gina came up.  "Is Helen coming in?"  Looking Flossie over, she
continued, "What's with you?"

      Flossie grinned.  "The answers are 'No' and 'Listen to this!'" She
rewound the tape and played it for Gina, who must have exclaimed "Ohmigawd!"
a dozen times in the next two minutes, her eyes as big as saucers.  When it
was over, they were both grinning like fiends, as well as the other three
waitresses, who had wandered in at various points during the playback.
"Guess I'd better call Jean," Flossie hazarded.

      Jean Evans took the call in her living room, "Hello?"

      "Hi Jean, its Flossie."

      "Hi, Flossie." Jean's husband, Alonso, looked up.  Hours at his job
had been pretty weak lately - Jean was practically the primary breadwinner.
A weekend call-in would suck, but they could use the money.

      "Hey, are you available?  Minnie called in sick."

      Jean checked Alonso with her eyes; he nodded.  "Yeah."  Then she
stopped: "What about Helen - isn't she short this week?"

      Flossie's amusement bled through the connection. "Yeah," she chuckled,
"but she passed it up.  Seems her new boyfriend is putting her through her
paces."

      "Huh?  Hold it a minute.  Boyfriend?  Our Helen?  Invisible Helen, the
shy Amazon?"

      "Uh huh."  More amusement.

      "You seen this alleged boyfriend?"

      "Yeah.  Big guy.  Came to dinner yesterday.  Helen came in for the
evening shift with a glow on, then this guy pops in about six.  I know he
kissed her in the booth, and I'm pretty sure I caught him grabbing a handful
of tit."

      Jean grinned.  "Okay, so he exists.  Doesn't mean she's giving him
any, glow or no glow."

      Flossie laughed out loud.  "He's givin' it, an' she's gettin' it.  No
doubt about it - I've got evidence."

      "Huh?"

      "When you come in, I gotta tape to play for ya.  You're gonna cream
your panties.  I did!" Flossie hung up.