Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 009
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 9
Saturday

      Saturday morning, Tim called Ricky, trying to figure out something he
could do with Dolores.  The upshot of this conversation was that the trip to
the movies evolved into a double date.  Organization, however, took several
phone calls ('Is that OK?' 'Are you sure?' 'Do you think she's pissed?' 'How
did Dolores take it?' 'Do you mind?' etc....) Tim picked up Dolores, then
met Ricky at Mandi's, where they left Ricky's parent's car (theoretically
because it's small size might hinder later operations - something that was
NEVER spoken).  The movie was OK, a light, romantic comedy, but the theater
experience didn't live up to its historical billing - theater seating
allowed a level of intimacy that was less than even a couple of perfect
gentlemen like Ricky and Tim would have preferred.  Tim summed it up:  "Next
time, let's rent a flick and go somewhere with couches!"  Dolores had
blanched - her place was out.  Her Dad wasn't likely to allow anything
resembling a date to go on under HIS roof!  As it was, Dolores didn't think
it had sunk in on him that she was on a date - and she had no idea what his
reaction to Tim was going to be!

	Ricky was trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the
evening.  They could all go back to his place, but his folks were home and
who knew what Dina was up to.  All reservations regarding Mandi had
disappeared during last night's conversations; with his intellect satisfied,
he was ready to commit his full energies to the physical and emotional
dimensions of the relationship - but where? Then Mandi piped up with "Let's
go back to my place.  Mom's working tonight - we'll have the place to
ourselves!"  Ricky was glad to hear that the formidable Mrs. Giannelli would
not be present - he didn't want to tease her by making out with Mandi while
she was present; it didn't seem fair.  And he HAD decided that it was time
to get a little bit physical.  That kiss last night had led to several
hours' worth of daydreams... Besides, his car was there!

	On arrival, Mandi put on some music - slow stuff - and they settled
in in the den.  Tim and Dolores took the couch that Mandi had used the night
before, while Mandi and Ricky started putting the love seat against the
opposite wall to its intended purpose.  Talk was desultory - kissing was the
order of the day.  One at a time, the couples got up to dance to the stereo,
but soul-deep kissing was the main event.  The touching that goes with such
necking was a bit behind schedule, however.  Mandi had worn a nice white
blouse, sleeveless, that buttoned up the front - over a reasonably sturdy
bra.  Not bad, but at the dance, Ricky's palms had traversed a serious
amount of creamy skin around her back and midriff, and they itched to touch
it again.  Mandi's blouse, and the jean skirt it was tucked into, didn't
allow that kind of access. After a few minutes, Mandi discovered that she,
too, was frustrated.  So she got up off the couch, and very deliberately
pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, unbuttoned it, and laid
it on the arm of the couch.  Everybody in the room was floored - especially
Ricky.  Mandi looked him in the eye, "I have rules, too.  If I let you touch
it, it's disputed territory. I control access, but unless I tell you
specifically not to, you're welcome to visit again."  Her eyes bored into
Ricky's. "If I show it to you, however, it's yours.  You own it, and I won't
deny access.  You've both seen and touched my back and midriff - just
because I wore a blouse that's hard to work with doesn't mean you should
have to start all over."

	Ricky got his breath, and thought about it. "Okay..." he replied,
pondering.  There was something... "What about accidents?  You snag your
top... something like that?"

	"Unless I snag it on YOU, it's a casualty in the war of the sexes,"
Mandi replied, "And if I let you see THAT (her blush related what THAT was),
well, you've just won it all!"

	"Those are some interesting rules," Ricky observed, "They're not the
usual ones, as I understand them!"

	"Well, girls ALWAYS make the rules in THIS game - but they tend to
cheat and change them in mid-stream if the competition gets too intense.  In
any other game, that would be unfair - I'm just level-setting!  I've seen
prick-teasing, and I think it sucks - I wouldn't want to be treated that
way!  Besides, I trust you to play fair!" Mandi asserted.

	"Okay.  I think its fair - but there's something crawling around the
back of my mind that says you've left me a door to sneak through here, if I
can just remember it.  What if I find this loophole?"

	Mandi quivered a bit, then squared her shoulders and announced "Then
to the victor go the spoils!  I can't think of anything I've left out here,
but if you catch me short, you can have me!"

	Ricky looked over to where Dolores and Tim were staring rapt at the
conversation and Mandi's somewhat unconventional solution to the bare skin
issue, and shrugged.  "What do YOU think?  Am I taking advantage of her with
these?"

	Dolores, who was leaning back in Tim's arms staring at the tableau
with wide eyes, found her voice and replied, "They sound pretty fair to me!"
A mischievous light came into her eyes, "Too fair!  I like to wrassle!" she
announced, grinning up at Tim.

	Tim arched an eyebrow, "So you date a wrestler?" he asked, smiling.
"You're begging for it!" he announced, and immediately went for an
improbable hold involving her left leg, prompting mock combat on the couch.
When he had all of Dolores' limbs twisted into a knot, (which took about 5
seconds) he looked up at Ricky and said, "Seems incredibly fair to me!", and
proceeded to nuzzle Dolores' side, just below her ribs.  Dolores,
immobilized, could only gasp, thrash, and giggle. Dolores turned an
incredible shade of pink, and when Tim let go, wrapped her limbs around him
and proceeded to kiss him more passionately than ever, basically taking the
two out of the equation.

	Ricky, amused, pulled Mandi down onto the couch, and proceeded to
re-inventory captured skin surface with his palms while kissing her deeply,
to their mutual delight.  The discovery that Ricky had apparently overcome
his reticence had Mandi tickled pink - literally - as he released her lips
and began nipping at her neck and running his tongue along the sensitive
flesh of her ears.  A few minutes of that and those wonderful fingers
drawing zigzag patterns along her short ribs had her flushed and breathing
hard.  Ricky, for his part, was happily tracing the skin of Mandi's back,
then sides, belly, shoulders... finding the sensitive spots for later
kissing and licking.  Ricky took his time, enjoying the sounds of the little
gasps and sighs, and the return caresses and ardent kisses he got from Mandi
for his efforts.  Having covered known territory, he worked his way under
the back of her brassiere, then slowly expanded the probe across the
sensitive area under her shoulder blades, and around the sides until he was
touching the outer surfaces of her breasts.  By this time, Mandi was so
aroused that coherent thought was virtually impossible, and any attempt to
control Ricky's wanderings was drowned in the sea of ambivalence generated
by the fact that she really didn't WANT him to stop.

	Dolores and Tim were making happy discoveries of their own.  Dolores
had turned up in a halter and hiphuggers (virtually a uniform for her), and
Tim's big hands had already sampled her sweet breasts, without any demurral
from Dolores.  She had her hands beneath his shirt, feeling his muscular
back, and was apparently trying to get him to cover her like a coat of paint
while delivering the most searingly passionate kisses he had ever
experienced!  The hall clock chiming 11:30 found her with her hands behind
her neck, fumbling at the tie in an effort to get the damned thing off so
she could merge her bare chest with Tim's.  Fortunately for them all, Tim
had enough situational awareness to recognize the time, and remember that
the three of them all had to be home by midnight!  It took an additional 10
minutes to get everyone cooled down, somewhat presentably dressed, and
headed for the door.

	As he passed the kitchen on the way out, a glance picked up Helen's
discarded housecoat draped over a chair.  A synapse spat in Ricky's brain,
and the information hidden from him earlier in the evening surfaced, and
Ricky gasped from the sheer audacity of the plan that unfolded in his mind!
Ho ho, wouldn't THAT be a kick!  When they reached the door, the last
passionate kiss was delivered, and Mandi asked, "When will I see you?" he
replied "Tomorrow."

	"What time?" she asked.

	Ricky grinned mischievously, "I'll let you know," and walked to his
car, smiling.

	Mandi went to bed with a full appreciation of her mother's worst
frustration.  Ricky had lit a fire in her that her little butterfly vibrator
could NOT put out!  After using it to give herself a half-dozen quick, but
unsatisfying orgasms, Mandi fell into an exhausted slumber.