Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 090
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

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 90
Helen capitulates

      Helen let Al into her house, a somewhat cranky Bobby bringing up the
rear.  As she made her way to the kitchen, she stopped, having heard a
muffled noise from the den.  Holding up a hand, she quietly made her way to
the door and peeked in.  There, on the couch, was Denise, twisting a throw
pillow into astounding new shapes while chewing on one corner, her eyes
glassy.  Eddie - it HAD to be Eddie, although Helen couldn't see his face -
was on the floor in front of the couch, his face buried between Denise's
splayed legs.  Denise's skirt was flipped up, and her panties were a ring
around her right ankle.  Soft slurping sounds were rising from the point of
contact.  After a few seconds, Denise began to writhe, galvanized, and
emitted a low whine around the pillow corner stuffed into her mouth.  Helen
watched her thrash for about twenty seconds, breathing hoarsely through her
nose and whining.  Then as she began to settle down, an evil chuckle sounded
from the area of her crotch, followed by a clearly enunciated, "Three!"

      Helen shook her head, smiling, and turned away, bumping into Al, who
had sidled up behind her.  She waved him off, and they tiptoed away.  When
they got clear, Al chuckled quietly, "Denise?"

      Helen nodded, "Uh huh.  And Eddie Vincent, unless I miss my guess."

      "You okay with that?" Al rumbled.

      "Eddie's a good boy, and Denise has settled on him as a steady
boyfriend.  I told her I'd much rather that she have sex with Eddie here at
home than give anonymous blowjobs in the back seat of cars.  She's holding
up her end, so I'm happy to hold up mine!" Helen declared.

      Al grinned, "Looked to me like Eddie was doin' a fine job - maybe I
should get lessons!"

      "You do fine," Helen laughed, "But you can practice some, later!"

      "I'll hold you to that!" Al replied.

      Bobby wandered in from the kitchen, whining, "Hey, where'd you guys
go?"

      "We stopped off in the den," Helen returned, "an area YOU are to avoid
until further notice!"

      "Whuffor?" Bobby wanted to know.

      "Denise and Eddie are...busy," Helen replied, adding, "You leave them
alone!"

      "They aren't fucking, are they?" Bobby asked, grinning.

      "No, they're..." Helen's reply was interrupted by a loud feminine moan
of "Oh, God!  Okay, Eddie, I give!  Now!  Now!"

      Helen shook her head.  "Well, they weren't!" she declared wryly.  She
hustled into the living room, hovered outside the den entry and cleared her
throat, "Dear...?"

      There was a gasp, "Momma?"

      "Sweetheart, please take Eddie upstairs to your room and close the
door.  Bobby's here, and I'm sure you don't want a running commentary."

      Denise uttered a shaky "Okay," while clothing rustled. Then, "It IS
okay, isn't it?" she asked diffidently.

      "Perfectly, Sweetheart," Helen assured her, "I just want to ensure
your privacy."

      Denise whipped around the corner, her panties in one hand and Eddies
hand in the other. "Thanks, Momma!" she beamed, dashing for the stair.
Eddie, holding his pants up with one hand, was hard pressed to keep up.
Helen winked at the boy and laughed.

      "Shit!" Bobby announced from his position leaning against the kitchen
door, "Everybody's gonna get laid tonight but ME!"  After a moment, he
changed the subject, "Hey! What's for supper?"

      "Well, it's late," Helen mused, "Toasted cheese sandwiches?  And
tomato soup?"

      "Cool."

      Bobby even helped.

      Dinner was quiet, punctuated by the occasional burst of mirth
generated from the thumping, creaking, and exclamations from Denise's room
directly above.  Denise had a tendency to squeal "Oh, GOD!!!" at the top of
her lungs on orgasm, and after the first time Bobby had to go clean up after
spewing soup at the exclamation.  After the third series of staccato raps of
the headboard against the bedroom wall, Al remarked, "You gotta get that
girl a stronger bed!"

      Bobby chuckled, "Denise's hips are gonna be three inches wider
tomorrow - Eddie's hung like a horse!"

      "Boys!" Helen remonstrated, "No need to be gauche!"

      Suddenly, the pattern shifted.  There were eight solid whacks of the
headboard against the wall at two second intervals, followed by a guttural
male moan.  Bobby grinned, "Smoke 'em if you've got 'em!" and ducked Helen's
reflexive swat while all three collapsed in mirth.

      Twenty minutes later, an absolutely radiant Denise entered the kitchen
following a torrid parting with Eddie at the front door.  She collected some
soup from the stove, started a sandwich heating, and seated herself at the
table with some care.  Bobby grinned.  "Need a pillow, Sis?"  The reflexive
"Bobby!" that erupted from everyone else in the room at the first part of
his utterance was terminated in shocked silence at the second.  Helen gaped
like a fish.  Al said nothing, watching Helen's recovery while
simultaneously transmitting a warning look to Bobby.  Denise looked pained.
"How long will I have to put up with that?" she snarled.

      Bobby shrugged. "Dunno.  Might not.  But I wouldn't hold out much
hope!"

      "Bobby," Helen pontificated, "while there is no denying that your
father and I have a relationship, I believe that we have a ways to go
before..."

      "And why do you think THAT is?" Bobby asked rhetorically.  "Who do you
figure is waiting on who?"

      Helen started to bluster, but it was Denise who responded, while Helen
watched Al examine her with hooded eyes.  "My father," she said in a dead
voice, an expression of pain flickering across her face, "was the poster
child for betrayal of trust, but..." she caught her mother's eye, "Momma,
are you willing to risk losing Al by not taking him seriously?"

      "I DO take him seriously!" Helen retorted, stung, "I just don't
understand why he's still here...Ahhh!"  Helen's eyes bulged.  Al had leaned
over and playfully nipped at the back of her neck, producing goosebumps all
over her body.  She gasped and shivered.

      "THAT," Al announced complacently, maintaining his position with an
arm around Helen's shoulders as she leaned back toward him, "is why I'm
still here.  There are two possible responses to that action, the other
being:" he worked himself stiffly upright, and wrinkled his nose, talking
through it in a falsetto voice, "Just WHAT do you think you're doing?"  He
grinned, and continued, "Nothing makes a man happier than clear evidence
that his woman welcomes his attentions."

      "Your woman?" Helen murmured, shocked, "Who said I was your woman?"

      Al took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "Nobody, yet.
But you can fix that, any time..."

      Helen ducked away. "Don't tease me, Al."

      Denise and Bobby shared a glance while Big Al frowned.  But he didn't
pursue it.

      Later, after Bobby had been settled on the couch, Helen and Al made
long, slow love in her bed.  From a languorous start, hugging, kissing, and
caressing, they moved on to fondling and, finally, missionary-style
lovemaking, Al taking his time.  Slowly, the tension built, Al modifying his
tempo from the long, slow strokes he started with to something that
sustained the climb to orgasm.  Al pushed Helen's knees up and draped her
legs over his forearms to afford a deeper penetration and Helen started
rising to meet his thrusts, forcing a further increase in tempo, rolling her
head back and forth and emitting a little "Oh!" with every thrust.  Soon,
she was stiffening up, a sure sign that an orgasm was imminent.  Al waited
until her unfocused eyes and ragged breathing announced that she was in
final, then mastered himself and withdrew his penis from her, holding her
away.  Helen's eyes popped open. "Noooooo!" she wailed, as the delicious
sensations started to slip away.

      Al answered the question in her eyes, "I'm holding you at arm's length
- that's what you're doing to me!  Why don't you want to be my woman?
Wouldn't you rather have this?" Al reinserted his penis and slid it deep
into her channel.

      Helen, who had been ineffectively scrabbling for a way to regain
contact (something made effectively impossible by the position Al had her
in), sighed, "Yessss!" as he resumed the delicious penetration.  She hugged
him to herself as he gave her several long strokes to maintain her high,
then again withdrew, forcing her to release him. "Well?" he demanded.

      Helen worked hard to be coherent, but deceit was beyond her in this
condition.  "Want to!" she gasped, "Scared!"

      Al relented and delivered another few strokes.  Helen rained kisses on
him, but after a moment, he again backed off.  "What are you scared of?"

      "You finding something better..."  Helen was doing everything she
could think of to get Al back into the saddle.  Unfortunately, with her
knees over his forearms she had no purchase, anywhere.  Al moved in again,
and Helen hugged him to her in a death grip, her emotions a potent cocktail
of frustration and desire, fear and longing.  Al resumed his work, adding a
nuzzle of her neck to the mainstream of his efforts.  "Not gonna happen.
Can't even imagine it.  Only thing hurtin' us is you always holdin' back,
pretending we ain't serious!"  Al shifted his weight, and began to withdraw.
Helen went frantic, but she couldn't hold him in position if he didn't
cooperate.  "It's up to you," Al continued, moving relentlessly backward,
"Are we serious?"

      Helen, fully aware that this was about more than just the act that
they were engaged in, wailed, "Yes!", fear and need naked in her voice.

      Al stopped, but did not move forward.  "Are you my woman?" he asked,
gently.

      Their coupling was still an issue, but it was just a catalyst for
Helen at this point.  Fear and longing coupled with the realization that
dragging her feet could destroy their relationship had her frantic.  She HAD
to have Al back in her arms!  She couldn't lose him!  She made the only
decision possible for her, "Yes!  Oh, yes!"

      Al said nothing, but she again felt his blessed weight.  He brought
his arms up behind her shoulders as she clutched him to herself and resumed
making love to her.  This time, there were no more delays, and as her
urgency demanded more from him, Al supplied it.  Helen, having let go of her
reservations, climbed quickly to climax, recovering her previous level of
arousal in a couple of minutes.  Al would have risen up to provide more
leverage for the drive of his thrusts, but Helen wouldn't let him go, and he
realized that if he tried, it would only scare her at this point, so he
continued to struggle to maintain the pressure despite her rapid stiffening.
The hands on her shoulders were a help with this, but the clutch she had on
his barrel chest helped remind her not to push him off with her legs.  When
the whines she was emitting indicated that she was only moments away, Al
leaned down and began nibbling at her neck.  Helen's hips went spastic, and
she crossed her legs behind Al's ass and slammed against him like she was
trying to push his whole body into her vagina.  Helen forgot to breathe as
her full attention centered on the effort to physically merge with Al as her
vagina pulsated in synch with the waves of pleasure coursing over her.
Those same pulsations dragged Al over the brink, too, and he strained
against her to find another millimeter of hard cock to feed to her as it
swelled and began to blast away at her cervix.

      "AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!"  The sound started as a roaring grunt, but changed
to a sigh of satiation as Al poured seed into Helen's more than receptive
womb, the exquisite sensation starting out almost painful, but subsiding to
mere release.  Helen continued to hold on for dear life, even after Al
relaxed and collapsed across her.  Al's consciousness faded for a moment, as
sometimes occurs in the male; when it returned, Helen was shaking.
Recognizing a sob, he rose up to look at her. "What's wrong, Baby?"

      "You bastard!  Why did you do that?" Despite her words, Helen was
smiling.

      "We were never going to get anywhere as long as you continued to sit
on the fence," Al replied gently.  "Something had to be done."

      "Okay, so you got me to make a fool of myself.  I'm your woman.  What
do I get?  Are you my man?" The fearful look in her eyes belied the sarcasm.

      "Fuckin' A!  In spades!  Why would I go to all that trouble to break
down the door, otherwise?" Al grunted.  "I had to get you to commit so I
wouldn't sound like too much of a jackass when I told you I love you!"

      For the second time in fifteen minutes, Helen stopped breathing.  Her
mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.  Al grinned and lowered his
mouth to hers, and in a moment, Helen began to respond enthusiastically to
the kiss.

      After a while, they parted.  Helen nerved herself for one more run at
it. "You ..."

      Al put his finger over her lips.  "I know love - I've been there
before, remember?  Now I'm back.  The only problem that can arise now is if
you're gonna tell me that YOU don't love ME!  You gonna tell me that?"

      Tears leaked from Helen's eyes.  "No," she husked, "I'm not gonna tell
you that."

      "Good!" Al approved, "No more of that 'until something better comes
along' bullshit, right?"

      Helen nodded.  She couldn't talk around the lump in her throat.

      "Good."  Al wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over until he
was on the bottom, still joined to her by the half-hard cock in her vagina.
"Now," he announced, "you've got two choices: You can lay your head on my
shoulder and we'll go to sleep, or you can wiggle a little bit, I'll get
hard, and we can go at it again.  Your choice!"

      "I'll take number one, I guess," Helen blubbered, "I need to have a
good cry..."

      Al started rubbing her back.  "Okay," he replied, "just don't get me
too wet."