Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 007
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 oral 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 7
Odd Man Out

      Friday morning found everyone gathering in various groups in the
school parking lot, as usual.  This Friday, however, things looked a little
different:  Dolores, Mandi, and Jackie gathered to compare notes (nothing
special, there);  Ricky, Tim, and Terry clustered near Tim's car (also no
surprise);  Bobby dragged himself to the boy's group (still ho-hum); then
the two groups merged, looking something like cell mitosis under a
microscope as the couples paired up (Aha! Now THAT's different!)  Bobby, of
course, broke the pattern somewhat, as he had no one to pair up with.  In
fact, the guys gave Bobby a good deal of ribbing for his overzealous
performance the previous night; although the hard feelings Bobby's insults
had generated had dissipated, no one was going to let him off the hook for
his spectacular lack of success. Just before the bell separated everyone,
Ricky remembered Dina's request of the night before.  "Bobby, Dina says
she'll cover your action - for a price!" he related.

      "Awww, Dina's a sophomore!" complained Bobby.

      "I'd think poaching from the lower classes might improve your image,"
Tim snickered.

      "Hmmph!  Maybe..." Bobby responded dubiously, "What does she want?"

      "She wouldn't tell me!" Ricky replied.  "She said come over to our
house tonight, and she'll tell you what she wants from you.  If you agree to
it, she'll go to the Prom with you.  Could be anything - Dina's a devious
little minx."

      'She's more than that!' Bobby thought, nodding.  While he would never
endanger his friendship with Ricky over it, Bobby had had a thing for Dina
forever.  He covered it well, but his insults for Dina had always seemed
more like compliments than put-downs.  He appreciated her wit, charm, and
earthy intelligence - and the fact that she had a body that wouldn't quit -
but was ever mindful that this was Ricky's little sister.  As for the Prom -
he could do a LOT worse...  "Tell her I'll be by," he responded, faking
chagrin, "Jeez, a sophomore - I dunno..." he mumbled as they parted company
in the halls.

      Nonetheless, 7:00 p.m. found Bobby standing on the Nellis' front step,
having called Dina in the interim and secured a time and location from her.
Dina let him in and led him across the living room, starting up the stairs
before Bobby commented on the lack of other occupants. "Uh, Dina?  Where is
everybody?"

      "Out." Dina replied.  "Ricky's got a date with Mandi, and the folks
are out schmoozing some client couple at the Country Club."

      "Where we going?"  Bobby sensed a trap.

      "My room.  Don't tell me that the incredibly studley Bobby McCormick
is afraid to enter a girl's bedroom?" Dina favored Bobby with an arch
glance.

      "Huh?  No!  Of course not!" The tenor of Bobby's reply gave lie to the
words.  "What if someone comes home?"

      "I guess you'll have to leap out my window with your jeans around your
ankles!" Dina replied, grinning evilly.  "You coming up, or do I have to
torpedo your reputation?"

      "I'm comin' up!"  Bobby recovered his braggadocio.  "Can't be more
than 10 feet or so..." he leered.

      Dina smiled and resumed her climb to the second floor landing.  Bobby,
now sure that some trap was in the offing, followed cautiously as Dina
turned left and entered the bedroom, then stood there examining the canopy
bed and other dainty furnishings as Dina closed the door behind him.

      "Okay," said Bobby, "so what's up?"

      "Simple," Dina replied, "you need a date to the Prom.  I want
something from you.  I'm suggesting we work out a deal!"

      "Okayyy... What do you want?  Money?" asked Bobby, favoring Dina with
a skeptical glance.

      "Nope.  This is right up your alley - I want you to assassinate my
reputation!" Dina replied.

      "WHAT!" gasped Bobby, his face a study in confused consternation.

      "I want you to let it out to all your cronies that I'm your latest
conquest; that you had me - tonight - complete with lurid details!"

      "Why?  I don't understand!" Bobby was as confused as you can get
without a prescription.

      "Bobby, very few girls get off on being embarrassed and humiliated -
but I'm one of them.  My pussy twitches when you call me Pretty Tits, and I
know you've got a lot more on your mind when you look at me that you keep
quiet about because Ricky's your friend.  I want you to pull out the stops!
You've got two weeks until the Prom to put my reputation through the
wringer.  I want you to go for it!"

      "What do YOU get out of this?"  Bobby wanted to know.

      "I get two weeks to get this thing out of my system.  Since it's you,
I can recover somewhat by slapping you soundly at the Prom - or not, if it
turns out that I haven't had enough - but I can experience the whole thing,
and see if I really like it, or not!  There are a couple of rules,
though..."

      "Like what?" asked Bobby, frowning.  This HAD to be the damnedest
thing he had EVER heard...

      "First - It's exclusive.  I'm a slut, but I'm YOUR slut, captured by
your massive masculine mystique and charms.  I hear you offering to share,
and we're done!"

      "Second, there's a 'catch phrase'.  If I look you in the eye and say
'We're done!' - just like that - it's over, and the next comment you make,
I'll have Ricky - or Tim - pop you in the mouth.  Until then, you're totally
safe!"

      "Right!  How safe is 'Totally safe'?" Bobby asked, skeptically.

      "I'll cover you with Ricky and Tim - and I'll play up to your line.
I'll follow you around with big moon eyes, and I'll act like I'm your total
sex slave!  All you have to do is to keep from stepping over the line!"

      "Sounds like it's going to be hard to FIND the line!" Bobby announced,
truculently.

      Dina looked innocent.  "Its gonna be a minefield, especially for you.
But I'm willing to sweeten the deal - if you can keep things spicy enough to
keep me happy, and manage to keep from stepping over the line until Prom
night, I'll make it ALL REAL!"

      "All real? What's THAT mean?" Bobby's level of suspicion had reached
an all time high.  This was the DAMNEDEST situation...

      "I mean if you last until Prom night, we'll get a room, and you can
spread my cherry all over the sheets!"

      Bobby was floored.  He stood there with his eyes popping and his jaw
hanging open.  After a minute, he shook himself, and asked suspiciously,
"What if you pop me at the Prom? What about after prom night?  How long does
this go on?"

      Dina smiled sweetly, "If I pop you because you made an ass of
yourself, nothing, but if I pop you because I'm tired of the game, it's
cherry picking time.  As for after - let's see what happens when the time
comes. You benefit from this, too - you'll learn to watch your big mouth!  I
assume that the incentive is adequate?"

      "Holy shit!  I guess!!"  Bobby was beside himself!  The
implications... "Waitaminnit..." Bobby's expression suddenly went crafty.
"If I'm going to carry this off, I've got to be PRETTY familiar with the
package, here (sweeping his eyes over Dina's petite form) LONG before the
Prom!  In fact, to work within your timeline, I need to be pretty familiar
starting TONIGHT!"

      Dina smiled. "Now THAT's the Bobby McCormick I know and love!" she
announced, dimpled, reached behind her neck, and released the top tie to the
halter top she was wearing.  "You're absolutely correct!" she added,
stepping out of her sandals and reaching for her skirt zipper, "but it's
also mutual... I need to be able to describe YOUR (with a coy grin)
anatomy!"

      Bobby was all but drooling.  Dina was never going to see his penis in
its flaccid state - Bobby's erection had gone stone hard.  As Dina's words
sank in, Bobby blushed, but as Dina's skirt pooled onto the floor, revealing
her flowered panties, he began to shuck clothing.  Dina turned to face away
from Bobby, grasped the waistband of those panties in both hands, and bent
forward at the waist, exposing her entire backside in one smooth motion.
Bobby groaned.  At this rate, he was going to come without touching her!
What an embarrassment that would be!  That thought helped him to work toward
some semblance of calm while Dina again turned to face him.  But speech was
out of the question - all he could do was stare, while absent-mindedly
tangling himself in his jeans and underclothing.  Finally, he remembered
that jeans came off better AFTER shoes, and got some control over his
situation.  When his penis popped out over the waistband of his briefs, Dina
nodded in satisfaction: despite the expectation based upon his actions that
he would be poorly endowed, Bobby was sporting a respectable 7 inch erect,
uncircumcised organ, the damp purple tip of which was peering from within
his foreskin.  Bobby again attempted to get a hold on his racing emotions,
finally succeeding in controlling his rapid breathing.  "I want to see every
square inch - close up!" he announced.

      "And so you shall," Dina replied, "And we'll do a little heavy
petting, too, so you can relate how I feel, and kiss... and 'Who knows?' I
may need to take the edge off that hard-on..."

      'I have died and gone to Heaven!' Bobby thought, wonderingly.
"C'mere!" he ordered, in an attempt to remain in character - but when she
did, he was infinitely gentle, taking her hands in his, then sliding his
palms up her arms to her shoulders, feeling the silky skin.  Dina's released
hands found his chest, then slid around his back as he stepped in close.
This was the Bobby she had gambled was here all along, the gentle caring
soul hiding beneath the tough exterior.  Gentle hands rubbed her flanks and
back, and when she looked up she found his eyes staring back into hers.
Bobby had gone beyond lust on first contact; oh, he was aroused, all right,
like nobody's business - but it had been superceded by the wonder of feeling
her touch.  He wanted to absorb her through the skin of his hands - she felt
so wonderful!

      Dina was somewhat surprised by just how gentle he became.  The rough,
bad-mouthed character had floated away, leaving this strange person who
hadn't even attempted to touch her breasts(!), but was content to rub her
shoulders, ribs, and back!  Finally, he brought a hand up across her belly
to cup her left breast.  Dina smiled, and reached down, dragging her finger
along the underside of his shaft.

      Bobby's eyes went wide! "Don't!" he shrieked, but the damage was done.
His penis bucked, and a huge glob of sperm struck Dina between her pert,
brown - nippled breasts.  Dina's eyes widened, then she smiled and wrapped
her fingers around his cock just behind the sensitive glans and began gently
pumping on it while she dropped to her knees, opening her mouth in time to
take in the third shot.

      Bobby was mortified, shocked - and amazed!  Dina was a living
breathing miracle!  This kind of thing just DIDN'T HAPPEN in real life!  Here
he'd just blown his load on contact, like a total dork, and she just smiled
and began sucking his cock!!  Dina had presented Bobby's nervous system with
so many shocks in the past 10 minutes, he didn't know which end was up. As
his knees went rubbery, she gently reoriented him so that they could both
fall sideways across her bed.  Bobby lay there panting, then turned a deep
red.  "Sorry..." he mumbled, "I ..."

      "Just had more sexual stimulation than you'd ever had before in your
life?" Dina grinned.  "Don't worry about it.  It wouldn't be the first time,
and it's my fault for pushing you so hard!"  She smiled ruefully.  "But I AM
pretty horny at this point - feel like eating a little pussy?"

      Bobby's eyes bugged out.  "S-sure!" he stammered, then scooted down
until he dropped off the side of the bed onto his knees.  Dina flopped over
onto her back, and spread her legs, both feet flat on the floor.  Bobby's
eyes feasted on the sight of Dina's compact little clam - tight, neat lips
under the long, straight, sparse black patch adorning her pubic mound.  It
was the most beautiful thing Bobby had ever seen - much nicer than the
gashes he'd seen in various skin mags.  Tentatively, he drew his tongue up
along those lips, discovering the hard little nub in its hood at the top
more by touch than by sight.

      "Yeah, like that!" Dina gasped, and Bobby went at it again.  After
about the fourth or fifth lick, the lips began to spread, revealing the pink
flesh beneath, and the eraser-sized nub of her clitoris began to appear from
within its protective hood.  Bobby more or less instinctively pointed his
tongue in order to penetrate to that flesh between the now open lips as it
swiped through, then flicked the bud a second time before again starting a
long swipe from the bottom.  Soon, the indescribable flavor of her
lubricating secretions presented itself, driving him to go deeper in an
effort to obtain more.  In the process, Bobby found the opening of her
vagina, where he instinctively drove his tongue as deep as it would go -
once, twice - before beginning the next swipe up toward her clit.

      Dina was gasping and shuddering in no time.  Nights out running with
Mandi's notorious sister Denise had granted her more experience than Bobby,
even though she had managed to hang onto her virginity.  Nonetheless, Bobby
was displaying a God-given talent for cunt-lapping, matched generally only
by other girls, who had the advantage of KNOWING what it felt like!  In a
matter of minutes, Dina became flushed and began breathing hard and whipping
her head back and forth murmuring "Yes!  Yes! There!  There!", until
finally, she clenched her teeth and shrieked "EEEEEEE!!" opened sightless
eyes, and stiffened, trapping Bobby's head between thrashing thighs.  Bobby
drove his tongue into her vagina, and mashed his nose against her clitoris,
feeling the grasping rippling of her vaginal musculature.  There was no
doubt about what he had accomplished, and when she relaxed and let go, he
backed off feeling immensely proud of himself, savoring the wash of fresh
secretions that had accompanied Dina's climax..

      Having taken the edge off, they got down to a serious - and seriously
enjoyable - exploratory session.  When a somewhat disheveled Dina let a
similarly disheveled Bobby out the front door at 10:30 p.m., they had
achieved a considerable level of surface familiarity, at least, and a few
more rules had been laid out.  As he leaned over to kiss her goodnight,
Bobby said, "We can't spring this on Ricky cold, Baby, or he'll punch my ass
out before you can stop him.  Why don't we brace him on Sunday, before we
get seriously into things on Monday?"

      "Okay, why don't you come by after church?"  Bobby's family were real
Bible-thumpers; his equally gauche father insisted that he and his older
brother attend church regularly in order to provide them with an outlook
that he personally was unable to impart. Alvin McCormick was a good man -
honest, forthright, with an up-front manner - but he was unable to show his
feelings for his sons.  He had pretty much locked them away after the death
of his wife from breast cancer some years before.  The social niceties were
lost on Big Al, which was one reason for Bobby's somewhat gauche persona -
it was the example set at home. The Bobby standing on Nellis' porch was an
entirely different person, however - one who had realized that fulfilling
Dina's little fantasy was going to be a tough thing to do.

      "Yeah, OK.  I want to talk a little more about ways and means before
we go down range the first time on Monday. 'Bye Baby!" This was more
evidence of the 'new' Bobby - the old Bobby would have carried the ball
alone, and let the chips fall where they may; the thought of asking Dina
what she wanted to hear, once he was cut loose, would never have occurred to
him.  This, however, was different:  This was DINA, and Bobby was
uncharacteristically scared to death that he would trash the relationship
that was already growing beneath the game play.  A seriously worried young
man wended his way home that Friday night.  Dina closed the door, smiling
fondly.  While she enjoyed Bobby's brash personality, he needed to learn
control, or he would never be able to capitalize on opportunities in the
real world (you don't get - or keep - a great job by pissing people off!)
Dina's little fantasy had multiple purposes; the surface 'sex slave' bit was
just icing on the cake.  Some of those purposes were already fulfilled: she
had revealed the 'real' Bobby, and established a plausible reason to carry
on a relationship with the older boy.  Under normal circumstances, the 2
year difference in their ages at this point and his relationship with her
brother might have been insuperable barriers to a relationship between them,
but Dina had set her cap for Bobby sometime back - and she was nothing if
not devious.  She had not tipped her hand thus far, and did not intend to
until Bobby was thoroughly ensnared.  Enjoying her fantasy and her plans,
Dina wafted upstair to her room to watch a bit of TV before bed.