Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 083
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 oral 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 83
Wednesday

      Hump day arrived, finding people scattered all over the landscape.
Jennifer Hardesty lugged her tired body out of bed at the rattle of the
alarm, and went to awaken Jackie, basically on autopilot.  Jackie reminded
her of their guest, "Are you gonna wake Terry up?" she queried sleepily.

      "Oh! Yeah, I guess..."  Jennifer hobbled across the hall and tapped on
the door. No response.  Terry was a heavy sleeper, and exhaustion and
strange surroundings had added to the problem.  Jennifer stuck her head in
the door to find him lying on his back with his forearm across his eyes,
snoring gustily.  He'd thrown off the blankets during the night (Jennifer
liked it warm) and his boxers were tented impressively by his morning
erection.  Jennifer took one look, squeaked "Omigod!" and backed into the
hall, where she stood, shaking.  Turning to Jackie, she chickened out
totally.  "Uh, perhaps YOU should awaken him, Dear.  He's, uh, well, not
responding to me..."

      Jackie stuck her head through the door and drew back, grinning.  "I
don't know, Mom - that looks like several inches worth of reaction..."

      Jennifer blushed. "That was already there!" she declared.

      "Okay, I've got it."  Jackie started through the door.

      "Let me know what you two want for breakfast!"  Jennifer hobbled out
of there.

      Jackie closed the door behind her. "Momma may not know what to do with
that, but I do!" she whispered to herself, climbing onto the bed.

      Terry was having the most incredible dream!  He was on a boat,
and...Things shifted and drifted, and suddenly, there was Jackie, settling
onto his cock.  Her pussy was incredibly warm and wet, if not quite as tight
as expected - maybe it was the teeth... Teeth?  Terry sat bolt upright,
gazing into the laughing eyes of his girlfriend as she swallowed his
erection. Wide awake, he hissed, "Your mother is going to have a heart
attack!"

      Jackie pulled off long enough to whisper, "Not if we're quick!" The
ovalled lips recaptured his erection.

      "Uhhh!  Ditch your panties and swing around here, then..." Terry
directed.

      Jackie did so, dropping across his chest.  Terry's arms came up and
parted her labia so he could drive his tongue into her channel, and Jackie
started making urgent squeals around Terry's embedded cock.

      They weren't quick enough.  Jennifer found them five minutes later.
Jackie was wearing an all-over arousal blush and shaking like a leaf as she
screamed out her second orgasm, her cream coating Terry's face as he suckled
her clitoris.  Of course, there wasn't much noise, because she had driven
Terry's cock so deep into her throat that her nose was buried in his
scrotum!  Terry was just arching his back, Jackie's humming cries having
brought him to peak, when Jennifer stepped through the door.

      Jennifer stood there for five full seconds, taking it all in before
she burst out, "You two weren't supposed to - I gotta go!"  She staggered
back out into the hall, and leaned against the wall to try to catch her
suddenly shortened breath.  Her pussy felt like it had been doused with
itching powder, and her nipples were rock hard!

      From the guest room drifted Terry's aggrieved voice, "Honey, I TOLD
you we'd get caught!  Just when she was finally getting used to me, she
finds you with my cock down your throat!  What're we gonna do now?"

      "Ooogh! God, that was good!  I dunno, but it was worth it, even if I
have to move out!  Where did you learn to use that tongue? It was heaven!"
Jackie replied.  "I'll go take the blame when I can move again - after all,
I started it!  Hopefully, she'll just yell a lot..."

      Jennifer lurched up and yelled through the door, "Forget it!  I...give
up! Just get moving, or you'll both be late for school!"  She gathered
herself and hobbled away, leaving the pair staring at each other, open-
mouthed.

      Two very sheepish teens entered the kitchen fifteen minutes later.
"Sorry, Mom," Jackie apologized.

      Jennifer favored her with a neutral glance. "You should be," she
declared. "I found the sight of the pair of you very... unsettling!"  In
fact, she had not yet been able to categorize all of the reactions that had
flooded through her at the sight.  Some VERY old and pleasant memories were
surfacing, however - without the usual cargo of guilt. "I guess I'll just
have to get used to it, though; trying to stop the pair of you is like
braving a tidal wave with an umbrella!"

      Jackie and Terry exchanged one of their signature glances, ('What got
into her?')('Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!'), and moved to the table
for breakfast.


      Merry snapped off the alarm before it got going good, yawned,
stretched, and slid around to where she could maneuver under the covers to
Robert's crotch.  Carefully, she exposed his (for once) flaccid penis and
began laving his balls with her tongue.  Consciousness came rapidly to
Robert, and he sighed in contentment before pulling her away for a kiss.
"Best leave well enough alone," he announced, "we've got a couple of extra
mouths to feed!"  After a long kiss and enough caresses that he grew a hard-
on anyway, Robert popped Merry on the butt and directed, "Go wake everyone
up, Wench!"

      Merry feigned a pout, but was smiling as she swayed out.  She stuck
her head into Rick's room, and two tousled heads appeared to her
announcement that it was time to get up.  Crossing the hall, she threw open
the door to Dina's room. "You, too, sl-?"  Dina wasn't there.  Turning, she
made her way downstairs, and into the den.  Sure enough, there were two
bodies entwined on the couch.  "There you are!" Merry exclaimed.  As two
heads came up, she fixed her eye on Bobby and added, "Adding cradle-robbing
to rapine on the list of your skills?"

      Bobby blushed scarlet, but Dina was unperturbed. "He's the Pied Piper
- but he only supplies the flute. I'm the one who plays it!" she declared
with an impish grin.

      "You were supposed to be upstairs in your room!"  Merry chided.

      "And that's supposed to keep me safe?  We'd have all been more
comfortable if you'd sent Bobby there, too!" was Dina's reply.

      "Well, you can't have everything.  We're TRYING to provide a proper
environment here..."

      "Said the sex slave..." Dina stuck her tongue out.

      "...To the precocious brat who triggered the situation!  I should know
better - you're incorrigible!  Go get ready for school.  Be sure to show
Bobby where everything is."

      Merry turned away, but spun back when Dina began "Okay.  These are my
tits, and..."

      "Dina!  You imp!  Get him to the bathroom and show him where the
toothbrushes and such are!  He's no doubt seen that other stuff!"

      "Think your mother blames me for last night?" Bobby queried.

      "Nah.  It was Pop's idea; you were just the tool he used.  She'll want
to cover the whole thing over, I bet.  If you don't mention it, she won't
either."

      "Whew!  Good!  Don't you think we'd better find a bathroom?  There are
a lot of people here this morning..."  The pair got up and made their way to
the downstairs bath.  Once Bobby was settled, Dina dashed upstairs.

      Robert presided over the quick, cereal-based breakfast, grinning.
Merry got everyone eating and settled into the ready position next to his
chair, so Robert turned it and had her back up to it, leaning back between
his legs for a bit of kissing and caressing before he dismissed her to dress
for work.  On her way out, he noticed an odd look on her face, and that her
asscheeks were clenched, so he called her back, "Merry! What's THAT all
about?"

      Merry blushed.  "It itches."

      Robert blinked.  "Your ass itches?"

      Merry nodded.  "Remember when I was carrying Dina, and I got..."

      "Oh!"  Robert laughed.  "You gonna be okay?"

      "You just woke it up last night." Merry smiled.  "Actually, I think it
added a dimension!"

      "What ARE you talking about?" Dina was fascinated.

      "Only the fact that even before you were born, you were literally a
pain in your mother's ass!" Robert responded.  Gales of laughter erupted.

      Merry regarded Dina fondly.  "Pregnancy brings all kinds of problems:
stretch marks, varicose veins, hemorrhoids..."

      "Oh!"  Dina blushed.  More laughter followed, mostly from the males.

      "Your father tickled an old injury last night... I've got to go find
some cream for it, if we have any..."

      "You're lucky I don't make you put up with it.  What a divine
punishment!"  Robert leered.

      "Definitely cruel and unusual.  I hope you're not...?" Merry
responded.

      "Run along and take care of it.  Enough is enough.  Go get dressed."

      Somehow, everyone got out the door on time.  Robert's inspection of
Merry was cursory; she apparently had the concepts down pat.  "I'll be
calling Bert," he reminded her. "Make sure he knows it's coming, and that
it's NOT threatening."

      "I will, Master."


      The raucous buzz of Big Al's alarm awakened Helen.  It took her a
moment to figure out where she was; the surroundings, barely familiar under
artificial light from her minimalist exposure the previous evening, were
even more alien in daylight.  The brawny arm draped across below her breasts
provided her with a focal point from which to orient.  She turned to face
her bed-partner, who was slowly opening one eye and groaning.  "I'm not a
morning person!" Al complained.  "Puh-leez shut that damned thing off!"

      Helen picked the clamoring clock up off the nightstand, and after a
moment's examination, divined its controls and hit the proper button.
"Thank God!" Al cried, and proceeded to drape himself across Helen's chest.

      Helen automatically brought up an arm and began to run her fingers
through his short hair. "Are you going to get up?  I have to go to work!"

      "Hmph. I do, too.  With Mike out, I'll be busy for a few days.  And I
have to meet that Hardesty woman at 9:00."

      "Sounds like you don't like her," Helen observed.

      "I'm scared of her.  She's a skinny bitch.  And she's apparently set
her cap for Mike!"  Al declared.

      "Maybe Mike LIKES 'skinny bitches'," Helen replied.  "Maybe they'll be
good for each other."

      "Maybe," Al grunted.  "Not her fault there was an accident.  But she
seems like a wacko to me!"

      "Well, I wouldn't claim that she's well adjusted - but Mike's got all
of the necessary tools to fix the problem.  Since he's decided he wants to
try, why don't we wait and see?" Helen ventured.

      "Yeah.  Okay."  Al began rubbing a hand along Helen's flank.  "Damn!
I brought you home for an evening of just the two of us, and all Hell broke
loose! Between nursing Mike and having to cover his workload, I'm not gonna
have much time to see you for a couple of days, either!" he sulked.

      "Well, why don't I help?" Helen asked.  "I work days this week; I
could come over in the evening and make sure everybody gets fed and such..."

      "Shit, that'd be great!"  Al rose up and met her eyes, "You don't
mind, do you?"

      "No, I don't mind."  Helen smiled, and Al leaned in to kiss her.

      "Good!" he announced, "there probably isn't time to do anything much
this morning, and I was NOT looking forward to doing without you for several
days!"

      "Hey!" Helen protested, "I promised to feed you and look after Mike,
not haul your ashes!" Al's face drooped, and she grinned, "I will,
though...Are you SURE we don't have time to do anything?"

      They did.


      Soon, everyone had made it to their respective school or workplace and
settled down for the day.

      The accident was big in the minds of those peripherally involved, and
relating the tale to Dolores, Denise, and the Vincent brothers consumed most
of the available time before the first bell for those at school.  Terry's
overnight at Jackie's was a general surprise; Bobby showed considerable
restraint in not mentioning Merry's 'punishment session' - something Dina
noted with some approval.  Mandi and Rick never thought to mention it.

      Merry, however, still had some items to deal with.  On arrival, she
stuck her head in Bert's office.  "Bert?  Can I have a quick word with you?"

      'Here it comes!' thought Bert.  "Yes, Marilyn?"

      Merry hung her head a bit. "Robert is going to call you this morning.
I ask that you take it.  It won't be threatening, or anything, I promise!"

      Bert sighed, "Am I about to lose an assistant?"

      "No, I don't think so.  Robert feels that he needs to clarify a few
things.  I rather think that the conversation will surprise you!" Merry
asserted.

      "Hmmph.  That'd be different.  All right, I won't pretend absence.  I
hope we didn't do anything irrevocable yesterday!  I'm very happy with you,
even without any fringe benefits!" Bert declared.

      "I think things are going to be okay.  In fact, I think Robert is
going to explain why..."

      "Maybe this IS going to be an interesting conversation!" Bert murmured
as Merry let herself out.


      Al dropped Helen at McGinty's and circled back to pick up Jennifer,
the pickup seat not really comfortable for three and assorted paraphernalia.
When he arrived at Hardesty's, Jennifer was waiting on the step.  She
climbed meekly into the cab, and Al set the vehicle in motion.  After a
moment, she asked, "Is there any news about Mike?"

      "No," Al replied, "the doctors haven't come around yet.  The nurses
figure Mike will come home about noon, one way or another."

      "Can I see him this evening?" At Al's suspicious glance, she asked,
"You don't blame me for his injury, do you?  I feel awful, and I'm sure my
insurance will pay..."

      "Naw, it's not that.  Some trucker's at fault, and Mike was doin' his
job.  I'm more worried about your track record with men.  It ain't pretty,
I'm told.  Wanna tell me about it?"

      Jennifer quenched the automatic bristle at a man prying into her
personal affairs and worked at being honest.  "I, uh, actually don't have
much of one.  When I was fifteen, I fell hard for a guy who - well, took
advantage of my innocence, I guess.  We had a short relationship that ended
when I happily announced that I was pregnant, and he responded that I was
nothing more to him that some freely available openings for him to have sex
with.  My parents were awful, Dad especially; called me a slut and kicked me
out.  I took it hard, and Jackie's been my reason for living ever since.
Men and relationships were easy to avoid - I had a child.  Putting myself
out there to be hurt again, well, I couldn't do it.  A couple of years ago,
Jackie went off to a party with some upperclassmen, and they got her high
and then tried to gang-bang her.  She managed to weasel out of the worst of
it, but they gave her a reputation, anyway.  I've been overprotective,
since, and it's been hard on her, living with my paranoia... I know I've
been going too far, but something just comes over me... Recently Terry's
started coming around, and I've come to realize that he's everything she
could ever want - but I gave them a lot of trouble at the start.  It's tough
believing that men aren't going to leave you high and dry, based on my
experience."

      "So what's with Mike?" Al growled.

      "I honestly DON'T KNOW! He was just there, at the truck - he scared me
to death when he appeared there, behind me.  I screamed bloody murder - did
he tell you that?!  I was cold, and wet, and my blouse was in shreds - I
thought I was going to be raped!  One look at his face, after the scream,
and I knew better, though.  Anyway, he just moved right in and started
taking care of me.  He gave me his jacket, and helped me warm up... Then the
truck came, and I ended up lying on top of him.  I knew he was hurt, but he
just kept rubbing my back and murmuring to me... It seems like I hadn't felt
protected like that since I was about three.  I cried, and he told me it
would be all right..."

      "So what happened at the hospital?"  Al wasn't quite as gruff.

      "I made a fool of myself.  I went to see him, to thank him.  Anyway,
for some reason, I bent over to kiss him.  It was nice.  He didn't push it,
and, well, it had been a long time since I'd done anything like that - I
just didn't feel like stopping right away!  After a couple of minutes, he
wrapped his arms around me, and that was it!  I got that warm, protected
feeling again, and I - I wanted it to go on, real bad!  I didn't even think
about what I was doing, I just crawled up there and snuggled up to him!  I'd
have crawled under his shirt, I think."  By now, she was sniffling.

      Al pulled up to the garage and parked, then turned in the seat to face
Jennifer.  "Look here, girl!  There's no doubt that you're overdue to find a
good man.  The question is, 'Is Mike that man?' I don't know, and I don't
think you do, either; there's a bunch of reasons why everybody that saw you
two last night is nervous, not the least of which is the fact that you don't
seem to have everything under control too well."

      "Well, I'm not some kind of flake..." Jennifer blustered.

      ""No, but you're sittin' on an emotional powder keg!  Missy, most of
your problems come from years and years of self-denial.  You need a man,
bad!  And I'm proud of Mike; he's a good boy!  But he ain't superman; he's
young, he doesn't date much - he probably has as little experience with
women as you do with men!  What happens when he screws up?  What happens if
he just decides that you two have no future together?  Face it: You're not
looking for casual romance.  What if he doesn't measure up?"  Al didn't let
up.  "You damn near resigned from the human race the first time - what will
you do if it doesn't pan out?"

      Jennifer was openly blubbering.  "I won't hurt him, I promise!"

      "Honey, we're not worried about Mike.  We're worried about YOU!"

      Jennifer collapsed against the door, sobbing.  Al sat there for a
second, then reached out with one of his big paws and drew her in.  Jennifer
fought it for a moment, instinctively, until Al said, "Don't worry about it.
I'm not after ya.  I don't like skinny bitches - besides, I've got Helen.
Just let it all out."  She collapsed against him and proceeded to soak his
shoulder.

      After a bit, she leaned back and said, "This is what I was talking
about.  You're bigger than Mike, but he seems to do it better."

      "Glad to hear it," Al rumbled.

      "I-I'll leave him alone, if that's what you want..." she husked.

      "It's not.  I just want you to think about what you're up to,
periodically, and not expect too much of Mike.  You two will do whatever
you're gonna; I just want you both to survive the experience.  Okay?" Al
rumbled.

      "Okay!"  Jennifer sniffled.

      "Let's go find the damned insurance adjuster."  Al opened the door,
and ushered Jennifer out through the driver's door.


      Bert's intercom buzzed.  "Robert Nellis on two," the receptionist
intoned.

      "Fine, I'll take it," Bert replied.  "Bertram Chalmers."

      "Good morning, Bert.  This is Robert Nellis.  I'm calling about
yesterday's little show in your office."

      "Okay, let's cut to the chase.  I don't want to lose a good assistant
over this."  Bert figured he'd better come on strong.

      "I'm hoping that won't be necessary.  I want to apologize.  Merry -
Marilyn  - exceeded her instructions.  It wasn't my intent that she tease
you."

      "What?"  Bert's confusion surfaced.

      "I intended that she brighten your day periodically with a little
flash of flesh.  But Marilyn misunderstood, and delivered something just
short of a striptease.  Now I feel that she led you on and chopped you off,
which isn't right!" Robert amplified.

      "I'm afraid I don't understand.  I expected to be in trouble for
talking her into displaying her charms..." Bert said, bewildered.

      "Huh!  Given the lead up, it's a wonder you didn't demand more than
that!" Robert responded.  "Let me start at the beginning:  Marilyn and I are
no longer a conventional husband and wife."

      "No?"

      "No.  Marilyn is my slave.  This is something she ASKED for - not
coercion on my part.  Ann knows; it's the reason behind the dress code
thing.  And Alicia knows, because we've asked her to help make it as legal
as possible.  I apologize for not selecting you, but we were afraid that it
would negatively impact your working relationship," Robert explained.

      "Hmmm.  Slave.  That explains the instructions." Bert pondered.

      "Exactly.  I told her to loosen up with you, because I thought you'd
enjoy a little periodic casual stimulation.  But we haven't been doing this
long, and Merry - that's her slave name - misunderstood - or maybe I just
wasn't clear enough.  In any case, she's been punished.  I'm concerned about
whether it is now an issue in your working relationship, and what I should
do to compensate you for being teased!"

      "You punished her?" Bert exclaimed.

      "Yes.  Someone else might have raped her.  She needed to show some
sense!" Robert replied.

      "Well, I don't consider that we have a problem.  I enjoyed the episode
quite a bit.  I enjoy seeing her in her new wardrobe, too.  I don't see any
issues."  Bert declared.

      "Okay.  I don't really see how I can retract her instructions; after
all, you've seen them now - wouldn't be fair to withdraw them - but I didn't
really plan on going much further..." Robert mused.

      "That's okay, I never expected more," Bert assured him.

      "It's still a tease.  I feel like she led you on.  You sure you're
okay with things as they are?"

      "Oh, yes, no problem!"  Bert paused.  "Can I call her Merry?"

      "In private.  I'd prefer that only those in the know do so.  It's kind
of a mark of distinction..."

      "Certainly.  No problem.  Are Merry's current instructions clear to
her?" Bert asked.

      Robert pondered.  "Perhaps not.  Would you call her in? And put me on
speaker?"

      "Certainly."  Bert did so.  Merry entered the office.  "Close the
door, Merry," Bert directed.

      Merry did so, noting the change of address.  Then her master's voice
came over the speaker, "Merry, Bert and I have reached an understanding, for
now.  Having already provided him with an extended view of your breasts, you
may repeat this for him in private upon his request.  There will be nothing
more without my permission, but you may display yourself to the limits
already defined.  Do you understand?"

      "Yes, Master." Merry dimpled.

      "Lock the door, and do it now."

      "Yes, Master!"  Merry went to the door and quietly set the lock, then
removed her blouse.

      "What do you think of them, Bert?" Robert asked.

      "I think they're quite incredible!" Bert exclaimed.

      "Well, they're yours - to look at.  Perhaps some evening you can come
by the house for drinks or dinner, and we'll discuss other things."

      "I'd like that!"  Bert was beside himself.

      "Fine.  We'll look into it. Let Merry know when you're available.
I've got to go.  Merry, let the man look until he's finished.  I'll see you
tonight."

      "'Bye, Master!"  Merry replied.

      Bert hung up the phone.  "Go ahead and dress, Dear.  I can only take
so much."

      "Yes, Sir." Merry replied.

      "Run along - I need those briefs I gave you."

      "Yes, Sir."  Merry left.  Bert sat back to conquer his amazement.


      By the time Al and Jennifer appeared at McGinty's for lunch, Helen had
been thoroughly harassed by Flossie and the girls, and was somewhat
irritable.  As they made their way back to the booth, one of the waitresses
leaned out and in a stage whisper, said, "Uh oh, who's that?  Your
replacement?"

      Jennifer, who had excellent hearing, turned and fixed the offender
with a glance, and said, "Not likely.  Al doesn't like skinny bitches,"
provoking an embarrassed laugh from several of the witnesses, including
Helen.

      Al raised an eyebrow.  "They been givin' you a lot of shit?" At
Helen's mute angry nod, he gathered her into his arms and bent down to kiss
her.

      "Al!  Not here!"  Helen started trying to fend him off, but it was
like working with granite.

      "Shut up, woman, and shove me some mouth.  You ain't getting away
until you do!" Al rumbled, rubbing her back while maintaining his grip,
despite her efforts.

      Helen acquiesced, still angry, but it bled away over the next few
seconds.  Al did a thorough job, ignoring where they were, and Helen
perforce forgot, melting into him.  When he was finished, Al hugged Helen to
him, rubbing her back, and eyed Flossie over her shoulder.  "Any questions?"
Flossie shook her head and disappeared into the kitchen.  Al let go of Helen
and sat down across from Jennifer, who had arranged herself and her crutches
during the commotion.  He looked up at Helen, and asked "What's for lunch,
Baby?"

      Helen smiled, "I've no particular recommendations.  Best to look at a
menu.  Something to drink?"  Eventually, they ordered burgers of various
types while bringing Helen up to date on the status of Jennifer's SUV.  The
whack from the tractor-trailer had caused a good $3000 in damage, mostly
bodywork.  Al's people would do the work; Jennifer saw no reason to go
elsewhere, and the adjuster agreed.

      "How's Mike?" Helen asked.

      "He was okay, earlier.  Doctors hadn't come around yet." Al replied.

      Just then the phone squawked. It was Mike.  "They stuck me in a
walking cast and gave me crutches, and said I can go home!" he announced.

      "Hmmph.  Is your leg broken?" Al wanted to know.

      "It's kinda dented.  Weird.  They didn't have a word for it.  Said it
would be weak for a couple of weeks, but it wasn't really broken.  Just some
surface damage."

      "Okay, we'll be up to get you."  Al closed out the call.

      "Why don't you take my car?" Helen offered.  "A four-door has to be
easier on a couple of cripples..."  She grinned.

      Jennifer smiled.  "I think I'm going to ditch the crutches while we're
there, but still..."

      "Well, okay, if you don't mind..." Al said.

      "Let me go get the keys."  Helen headed for the back.

      "I'd haul the crutches around for another couple of days, just to mess
with the insurance company," Al observed.  "Do you get a rental car?"

      "For a week - and cheap!" Jennifer replied.

      "Figures.  I know a place.  We'll go by later."

      Helen came back with food and the keys.  "Here you go," she said,
grinning, as she handed them to Al.  "It's an automatic - can you drive
that?"

      Al pulled a face and went along with the gag, "Depends.  Where's the
clutch?"

      One-upped, Helen had to think a bit.  "On the floorboards, next to the
starter button!"

      Al grinned, "Oh, okay!  Does it have reverse?"

      "Only on hills, if it's facing the right way!"

      "Okay, you two - it's getting deep around here!" Jennifer observed.

      Helen grinned.  "This all started when he discovered that I knew how
to drive that rolling anachronism of his outside.  When's the last time you
saw a vehicle with a manual transmission that shifted on the steering
column?"

      "Oh! I didn't notice!"  Jennifer exclaimed.

      "Well, it's kinda old, but nobody's gonna steal it." Al observed.

      "That's for sure!  Better leave me the keys, so I can get home."
Helen laughed.

      Al fished out the keys, and removed them from his key ring.  "Anything
else I should know about your newfangled vehicle?"

      "Just don't put any old transmissions in the back seat." Helen
replied.

      Al grimaced, "How about starters?  What about the front seat?"

      "Oh! You!"  Turning to Jennifer, she continued, "The man's
incorrigible!"

      Jennifer grinned.  "Could be worse..."

      Helen grinned and wandered off to take care of other customers.  Al
and Jennifer consumed their burgers.  When they were done, and stood up to
go, Helen drifted close.  "C'mere!" Al ordered, "I want dessert!"  When she
drifted into reach, Al gathered her in for a kiss making a point of
squeezing both of her asscheeks in plain sight of the kitchen staff while
doing it.  "See ya later, Baby!" he rumbled, and set off in pursuit of
Jennifer, who had made use of the delay to hobble toward the door.

      "Bye!"  Helen waved.

      Flossie appeared, now that the coast was clear.  "I'd better start
looking for your replacement," she observed.

      "Why?" Helen asked, puzzled.

      "Man like that will want you home," Flossie replied.

      "We're not married.  I have to make a living." Helen sniffed.

      "You're not married, YET!  He's gonna ask, and you're gonna say
'yes'... I know the real deal when I see it." Flossie insisted.

      Helen was nonplussed.  "I - I don't think so... I can't see why he'd
buy a cow when he can get free milk."

      "Maybe he doesn't want to go to the store?  I think he wants more than
just milk.  You can stop kidding yourself and start reeling in the line, any
time.  He's waitin' by the dock for the net, anyway." Flossie winked.

      Helen decided to play the game, not out of any real belief, but just
to keep Flossie happy. "Well, I think I'll wait a while yet before I start
hauling.  If the hooks REALLY set, he can only be more cooperative..."

      "Honey, listen to Mama," Flossie countered.  "A man isn't so open in
public with a woman he's only with until something better comes along, even
if it's her own turf!  If a man takes you to a dark restaurant and only
talks to you in public, he's still dating and holding his options open.  If
he hugs you and kisses you and plays with your ass in broad daylight in
front of a hundred strangers, you're his woman and he ain't looking
elsewhere."

      Helen pondered this insight. "Well, if you say so..."

      "I say so!  That woman he was with?  Remember what she said?  HE said
that - she was just repeating it!  That means the subject came up, and he
was perfectly clear about it, which is another indicator.  If he tells
another man he's keeping you around, it could be for any number of reasons.
If he tells a WOMAN, well..."

      Helen shook her head.  "It's infatuation.  He likes my..."

      "You bet he does!  That's a required component!  Only a stupid woman
doesn't realize that!  But he can get pussy elsewhere - maybe even from the
'skinny bitch'.  Who's decorating his bed?" Flossie shook her head.  "Don't
sell yourself short.  There's chemistry between you, and it ain't goin'
away!"

      "Well, okay.  But I'm still taking it easy.  I've been fooled before!"

      "Honey," Flossie replied, "even your old man - shit that he was! -
hung out long enough to father two girls by you.  It wasn't your fault.
This fella is light years beyond your old man, and he's no fool.  He ain't
goin' anywhere. You play your cards right - do ANYTHING but fold! - and
you'll be wakin' up next to him when you're ninety!" She shook her head.
"I'm done wastin' my breath.  Let's get some work done!"


      Mike was waiting in the ER atrium when Jennifer and Al arrived.  "I'm
all set," he announced.

      Jennifer hung back, mouthing "Hi!" silently.  Al turned to her and
asked, "You still want to get rid of the crutches?"

      Jennifer assessed the situation, including Mike's obvious impatience
to be gone, and replied, "Maybe not.  I guess I'll hang onto them for a bit
longer."

      "We can wait - no problem!" Mike put in.

      "No, your father was probably right earlier when he advised me to hang
onto them for a while," Jennifer decided.  "Let's go!"

      Al brought the car around, and Mike slid into the back seat, then
scooted over for Jennifer, who unfortunately had circled the car to get in
via the far door.  There was a moment of confusion before Mike slid back to
the right side and closed the door, and Jennifer entered via the left.  Al
found it interesting that both of them had made for the back seat, but said
nothing.  Silence reigned as Al pulled out of the parking lot.

      Mike watched Jennifer sidelong for a few moments, detecting the fear
that held her in place, then made a hand available by laying it, palm up, on
the seat.  Jennifer eyed it for a moment, then hesitantly pushed out a hand
to meet it.  When it looked like she was going to falter, Mike reached out
and made the capture, which sent a shock through both of them.  Mike
grinned, and Jennifer scooted closer on the seat, leaning against him.
"Easy," he murmured, indicating his injured leg.  Jennifer contented herself
with gripping his bicep.

      Another moment passed while they absorbed the feel of one another,
then Jennifer announced simply, "I'm older."

      "But you haven't been around..." was Mike's response.  They gazed into
each other's eyes.

      Al looked up in the rearview just as the kiss began.  "Jeezus!  That's
what passes for conversation between you two?"  He shook his head.

      "Are we going home, Dad?" Mike asked.

      "Yeah.  I need to get back to the garage, before Mario sells it to
square his gambling debts.  Helen is gonna stop by and look in on you and
feed us, later.  In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out whether I should
leave the two of you to babysit each other, or if I'm askin' for trouble!"
was Al's laconic response.

      "We'll be fine." Mike announced confidently, but Jennifer wouldn't
meet Al's eye through the mirror.

      Al pulled into the drive and helped Mike get vertical on his crutches
while Jennifer, a bit more practiced, handled hers.  Once they were inside,
Al, obviously antsy about being gone from the garage, asked, "Need
anything?" At Mike's quiet "No", he nodded to Jennifer, "Mike knows where
everything is.  You two try to stay out of trouble," and walked out.

      Mike dropped onto the couch and said, "Okay, what do you want to do?"

      "What we were doing in the car," Jennifer replied, seating herself
next to him.  This time, she was on his right, avoiding the injured leg, so
she snuggled right up.

      Mike laughed gently, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and bent to
sup from the offered lips.  They kissed.  And kissed - and kissed some more.
Anyone watching them would assume that they were both sixteen and in the
grip of their first infatuation. At some point, they went horizontal,
Jennifer draping herself atop Mike in a position reminiscent of the previous
night. Time stretched, compressed, and did those other strange things it
does when you kiss.  And at some point, they both drifted off...


      School let out and the grand parade home began.  Tim waited for
Dolores by his car.  She was troubled when she arrived.  "What's the matter,
Babe?" Tim asked.

      "Do you love me, Sugar?"  Dolores asked plaintively.

      Despite the fact that the question had never been put to him that
baldly before, Tim's pause was mere milliseconds, "Yes, why?"

      "Then why won't you make love to me?" Dolores whined. She flowed into
his arms.  Gazing into his eyes, she announced, "I want this to be clear:  I
want this," she rubbed his groin through his jeans, "inside me, yesterday!"

      "Okay," Tim replied, holding the eye lock, "this is MY position:
Saturday night, after the Prom, I'm going to give it to you until one or
both of us can't go on any longer!  But I'm NOT doing it in a car, or
anywhere that your father or mother can bust in on us!  You need to wait
three days - and I PROMISE I'll make it worth the wait!"

      Dolores continued to pout. "Well, okay - but can I lick it a little?"

      "Sure, Baby - if we can find somewhere quiet... I want to play with
your pretty pussy a bit, too!" Tim affirmed.

      Dolores gave him a hug.  "Let's go to my house!"  They piled into
Tim's car and headed for the Brown's.

      On arrival, they sneaked in the front door.  "Shhh!" Dolores
cautioned, "Momma's bound to be around here!" and they crept down the hall
to Dolores' room.

      Dolores didn't stand on ceremony.  Before the bedroom door hit the
jamb. She was unbuckling Tim's belt.  Almost immediately, she had his jeans
around his ankles.  As she dove in, however, he stuck his hand in the way.
"Uh uh!  You get out of those pants!  I want to eat pussy!"

      Dolores did him one better, the signature midriff top went over her
head, too, leaving her naked.  Tim took the time to get his shoes and jeans
all of the way off.  Dolores came forward and began working at his shirt
buttons while Tim popped the cuffs, then collected her breasts in his hands.
"Damn, these are nice!"

      Dolores had to work hard not to be distracted by Tim's attentions, but
she managed, even elbowing his hands loose as she started pushing his shirt
over his shoulders and down his arms.  Tim cooperated, whisking off his T-
shirt when it was clear.  Then he went back to work on her breasts while
backing her toward her bed.  When they got there, however, Dolores turned,
rather than flopping back onto the spread.   "Uh uh!  I want you on the
bottom!  I need room to work!"

      Tim grinned and stretched out, deliberately sliding low. "Like this?"

      "Perfect."  Dolores crawled atop him, taking advantage of the space he
left above his head for her legs.  She reached out, savoring the feel of his
11" length.  "Mmmmm, that feels SO good!  I can't wait for you to put it
where it belongs!"

      "What if it doesn't fit?" Tim asked.  He was grinning, but there was a
certain underlying aura of trepidation.  If sex with her hurt, it could ruin
their relationship...

      "I'll do stretching exercises.  I'm not worried - you shouldn't be,
either.  Momma takes this size."

      Tim absorbed this declaration.  Padma was quite small, too. "True," he
agreed, and reached up and began pulling open the petals of Dolores' flower.
Dolores' pussy had large, loose outer lips that exposed the inner pink
recesses.  Tim collected each between his thumbs and forefingers, using a
little bulging protrusion that seemed to be custom made for the purpose, and
spread them.  Despite the apparent looseness of the outer covering, the
contents were quite compact, and displayed a fine fresh coral pink color and
a sweet, musky smell.

      Dolores chose that moment of inspection to lower her head over the
glans of Tim's erection, which caused him to be momentarily distracted while
savoring the initial sensations before returning his attention to the task
before him.  Dolores grinned around the intruder, knowing from the squirming
she prompted that she had his attention.  Denise had taught her all about
the power and control inherent in this supposedly subservient activity, and
she reveled in the knowledge that she was driving him nuts.

      Tim, deciding that it was time to get even, delivered a broad swipe of
his tongue upward along her channel from clitoris to anus.  Dolores,
galvanized, stopped dead and just sucked his cock head as if it were a
pacifier, emitting a startled "Ommph!", mostly through her nose.

      Almost immediately, however, they settled into a rhythm, Tim wriggling
a finger into her open channel while teasing her clitoris with his tongue,
and Dolores bobbing on and laving the first four inches of Tim's cock,
making little "Um! Um! Um!" noises on the outstroke.

      It was this rhythmic exclamation that was the source of their undoing.
Padma, walking past the stair a few minutes later, detected the sound and
followed it to its source, discovering her daughter and her boyfriend nude
on her bed, engaged in a torrid bout of oral sex.  As she arrived, Dolores
began shaking and whining through her nose as the second orgasm of the
session overcame her.  Padma watched for a moment, ignoring her own physical
reaction at the sight ('Oh! He's HUGE!' and an attendant wash of
secretions), before crossing to the foot of the bed to critique her
daughter's efforts. "Daughter, if you would keep this man, you must go
DEEP!"

      "Umm?" Dolores looked up to see her mother standing there. Tim, for
his part, rolled his eyes, thinking, 'Well, THIS is over!'

      "You have to make the deep throat!" Padma insisted.

      "I can't, Momma!  I've tried!  Denise says it can be done, but ..."
Dolores whined.

      "You can do it.  Go deep, and stay there until the gagging stops.
Your throat will open, and you can go on.  Try it!" Padma directed.

      Tim, surprised that the expected screaming and yelling had not
occurred, shrugged and went back to his licking, which caused Dolores' eyes
to slit with pleasure.  Padma brought her back.  "Go on, you are not the
only one needing to be pleasured here!"

      Dolores dutifully resumed her efforts, taking in about 6 inches per
stroke.  Padma wasn't satisfied.  "Go slow.  Get more in.  Work it into your
throat!"

      Dolores tried, gagged, failed.  "I can't!" she wailed, "It can't be
done!"

      "Nonsense!  I do this for your father, who is about the same size."
Peremptorily, she wave Dolores back.

      As she rose up on her haunches, her pussy moved out of Tim's reach, so
he glanced down between her legs to see what was going on, just as another
mouth enveloped his cock.  Padma bobbed once, quickly, then laved him from
root to head to get the shaft more wet, then slowly lowered her mouth onto
his cock, initially to the approximately six inches that her daughter had
managed.  Then, looking into his startled eyes, she kept right on going
until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

      The surprise and sensations proved too much for Tim.  His eyes went
glassy and his cock began to expand as the salacious sight triggered his
orgasm.  Corded muscles stood out on his neck as he instinctively tried to
control his ejaculation, but the effort was doomed from the start.

      Padma sensed what was occurring and backed off, pulling her daughter's
head down to replace her. "Oops! I set him off! Take it!"  Dolores' mouth
settled into place just in time to take the first of seven looong jets of
semen while Tim grabbed great handfuls of the bedclothes and gasped loudly
through gritted teeth. "See, I told you it could be done!" Padma announced,
calmly.

      Dolores swallowed two mouthfuls of Tim's salty sperm, but held the
third in her mouth.  Not telegraphing anything she locked eyes with her
mother and waved her down as she removed her lips from Tim's cock.  As Padma
leaned in, Dolores trapped her mother's head so she couldn't get away and
locked lips with her, forcing a rich mouthful of Tim's spend into her mouth.
Pulling back, she announced, "There was plenty..." and grinned.

      Padma swallowed, more out of instinct and surprise than anything else.
Then she stopped to savor the flavor of Tim's leftover sperm as it hit her
taste buds.  "That was evil!" she exclaimed, scowling at Dolores.

      Dolores continued to smile. "You earned it, Mother!"

      Padma nodded at Tim's erection.  "Try it now that it's a bit softer."

      Dolores lowered her head and began taking in Tim's cock, but its post-
orgasmic sensitivity caused him to bleat "Aaagh!" and thrash, dislodging
her.  "That will have to wait!  I can't handle it!" he groaned.

      Dolores grinned, teasing him by chasing the sensitive head and giving
it quick sucks.  Padma was philosophical.  "There are substitutes, Daughter.
We'll get you there."  With that, Padma got up and got out of there.  Later,
she would realize that the taste of Tim's sperm was the trigger that caused
her to begin seriously considering Dolores' wild plan.