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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 2 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: exhib humil

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 2

        "All right," Candace Carpenter grunted, flopping into a chair at
Jean's table at the coffee shop.  "What is this urgent issue with the boys?"
She was hung over -- usually, she waited until the weekend to tear one up,
but she'd met and enticed this tow-headed kid at the grocer, and one thing
had led to another...  Instead of PRETENDING to get drunk so he could take
advantage of her, she'd GOTTEN drunk -- and as a result, it hadn't been as
good.  This morning, she was literally paying for fun she didn't really
get...

        "Let's wait until Beth gets here, "Jean urged.  "I REALLY don't want
to go through this twice..."

        Candace flounced back in her chair and fluffed her bleach-blonde
hair, then re-seated her sunglasses on her nose.  Things were so bright...
"Oh, all right!  You don't suppose this place serves liquor, do you?  My
head is killing me!"

        Jean rolled her eyes.  "Of course not!  Maybe I can get you some
tomato juice or something, though..."

        "Maybe I can convince myself it's a Bloody Mary," Candace groaned.

        While Jean was up at the counter, Beth Tolliver hove into view and
settled herself gingerly across from Candace.  "So what's up?"

        "Not so loud!" Candace wailed.

        Beth chuckled.  "You should really limit yourself to weekends..."

        "Maybe..."

        Jean came back with a glass of some red concoction.  "They did what
they could for you," she said, setting it before Candace.

        Candace took a sip, winced, and nodded approval.  "Okay, the gang's
all here.  Spill."

        Jean glanced around.  "It's all pretty embarrassing..."

        "Jean..."  Candace drummed her fingers on the tabletop, winced, and
desisted.  "Now!"

        "Okay."  Jean gathered herself.  "Yesterday, out by the pool, the
boys made this pact..."

        "Kid stuff."  Candace opined.

        "Well, the targets aren't kids!" Jean bristled.

        Talking hurt, so Candace waved for Jean to get on with it.  Jean
leaned forward.  "Lon was the ringleader -- and that's YOUR fault, I think!"
she accused Candace.  "He started going on about how they were in their
sexual prime, but girls their age aren't.  According to him, they should be
dating older women, especially for sex!"

        "Well, he's right, as far as that goes," Candace argued.  "I'm at MY
peak..."

        "...And you're chasing young boys!" Beth tittered.

        "Well, that was the gist of Lon's presentation," Jean continued.
"When Toby pointed out that such things would be difficult, Lon insisted
that it wasn't that hard -- in fact, they had a captive audience!"

        "Being?" Candace asked, intrigued.

        "Us!" Jean replied.

        "Oh, my God!" Beth gasped.

        Jean nodded.  "The boys made a pact -- basically, each of them is to
look the other way -- if not actively assist -- while the other two put the
moves on his mother!"

        Candace snorted, winced.  "And they think that will work?"

        "Oh, yes, they discussed us in depth as targets," Jean assured her.
"You'd have been embarrassed; Lon made no bones about the fact that you've
been robbing the cradle.  How did he put it?"  She made to mimic Lon's deep
voice, "Hell, at this point, her dates can barely get into bars and buy
liquor!  Three or four more years won't mean that much to her -- especially
when she realizes that there is an increase in performance to be had!"

        Candace choked; the straw full of juice she was sucking changed
pipes during her gasp.  "He said that?" she wheezed.

        "Verbatim," Jean confirmed.

        "Okay, so I'm robbing the cradle.  What did they say about Beth?"
Candace grunted.

        Jean grimaced.  "It's pretty embarrassing."

        Beth made a study of the tabletop.  "I think I ought to know..."

        Jean gathered herself.  "Short answer -- you're desperate.  Toby
related that he is aware that you have a couple of toys -- and that they're
not adequately satisfactory..."

        "Oh, my God!" Beth covered her face and made to scoot back from the
table.

        Candace pinned her with a hand on her shoulder.  "It's okay, Honey.
Did he lie?"

        Beth's shoulders slumped.  "No," she gusted, "but I didn't realize
he knew..."

        "Um, I don't know if this helps or hurts," Jean offered, "but
apparently listening to you has made his solo efforts more enjoyable..."

        Beth covered her reddened face again while Candace cackled, despite
her hangover.  "Boys will be boys!"

        "You mean Toby masturbates?" Beth asked, clearly surprised.

        "Of COURSE he does!" Candace replied.  "He's seventeen, for God's
sake!  His balls make enough little wigglers every day to impregnate a
platoon!  What do you THINK he does?  Don't you find some kind of sticky rag
in his bedroom periodically?"

        "THAT's what that is?"  Beth was incredulous.

        "Such an innocent!" Candace rolled her eyes.  "What did they say
about you?" she challenged Jean.

        Jean colored.  "Well, I WAS the girl least likely..."

        "WAS?"  Candace tilted her head.  "What dirty little secret did Rick
share?"

        Jean shook her head in negation.  "It wasn't anything like that..."

        Candace shrugged.  "Sure it wasn't.  In any case, you've made me
horny -- congratulations!  But this is all male bluster..."

        "Uh uh," Jean insisted.  "I thought so, too -- and I was sure you
would say that -- so I concocted a test..."

        Candace leaned forward.  "Here's where it gets good..."

        Jean sucked in a breath.  "I went upstairs and slid into my white
bikini..."

        "That still fits?" Beth exploded.

        Jean nodded.  "And I brought the boys out drinks.  Lon did
everything but wolf-whistle, but he turned out to be the obvious danger..."

        Candace frowned, doing the math.  Beth looked blank.  Jean gathered
herself, and pushed on, "Toby popped up with the old suntan lotion scam --
only he was VERY slick about making it work!"

        "Toby felt you up?  TOBY?!"  Candace was amazed -- but Beth couldn't
even get a word out!  Her boy Toby had gone hunting Jean?  Impossible!

        But Jean was cherry red as she nodded.  "He got... just about
everything.  I embarrassed myself.  I've... never been played that well, I
don't think.  And by the time it was all over, the other boys knew it..."

        Candace tilted her head, eyeing her friend as if she had two heads.
Jean blustered, "Look!  It's been a long time, okay?  He pushed the right
buttons, somewhere, and I couldn't stop him!"

        "Did he fuck you?" Candace pressed.

        "Noooo."

        "But you wanted him to!"  It wasn't a question.  Jean nodded.

        Candace turned to Beth, "Well, well, well..."

        "This is a joke, right?"  Beth looked from one of her companions to
another.  Toby was a good boy!

        Jean shook her head.  "I don't know if I can ever be in the same
room with him again..."

        "Especially alone, I bet!" Candace cracked up.

        "You must have been really easy..." Beth ventured, unaware of the
insult she was delivering.

        Jean's eyes snapped.  "So how long do you think you can defend
yourself against Lon?  Because you're going to HAVE to!"

        "What?" Beth was taken aback.

        Jean nodded, insisting, "You're Lon's 'first round target' as he
calls it!  Better get a chastity belt!"

        Beth's eyes popped!  Lon had been a favorite fantasy sex partner of
hers for some time...  "God help me!"

        Candace sat back and eyed Beth sardonically.  "The shoe is on the
other foot, now, isn't it, Sweet Cakes?  You'd better start carrying rubbers
and lube -- he's got you already, he just doesn't know it yet!"  She turned
to Jean.  "Rick?"  Jean nodded.  "I could do worse..."

        "You can't be serious!" Jean blustered.  "You would sleep with
Rick?"

        "If Toby sticks his tongue in your ear, what are YOU gonna do?"
Candace challenged her.  "The boys have us pegged -- ALL of us! -- and
besides, they're RIGHT!  The best place for them to learn about sex is from
an older woman -- and the ones who will benefit most from the exercise?
Those same older women!  US!"

        "But they're BOYS!" Jean blustered.

        "Honey, when Toby stuck his hand in your panties, did you sense a
boy, or a man?" Candace replied.  Jean's mouth clopped shut.  "I'm not
really sure we have a choice, here, actually.  Are you?"

        Jean looked pensive.  "Maybe not."  She glanced at Beth.

        Beth was in her own little world.  Only the night before, she'd
dreamed of Lon's bronzed hands on her breasts, his muscles rippling as he
rode her to joy...  If Jean was right, it was all poised to come true!  It
was wrong -- but she was dripping on the wooden seat of the chair...

        Jean waited and waited, but Beth seemed to be fascinated by the fake
wood grain of the tabletop -- and she was sweating...  Jean flicked a glance
at Candace, who was looking back, eyes laughing.  "See?"  Candace turned her
attention to Beth, "Beth!  You want Lon to ride you, Honey?"

        "Yessss..." Beth murmured, still mesmerized, then she popped awake
"Huh?  What?"

        "Never mind," Candace smirked, "I think we've gotten at the truth."

        Beth covered her face, "Oh, Gawd!"

        "I propose that we take the bull by the horns, girls!" Candace
announced.  "Let's have a pool party!  We can get down to some minimalist
coverage and see just how brave the boys really are!  What's the worst that
can happen?"  Jean opened her mouth, but Candace interrupted, "And that's
bad?"  Jean shut up.  "What's a good day?"

        "Um, not today -- I have to work," Jean replied.  Hugh's life
insurance didn't pay the bills.

        "Tomorrow?" Candace pressed.  Candace's ex provided serious alimony;
she didn't work, and she wanted to strike while the iron was hot.  She
nudged Beth, "Join us -- we're planning an orgy..."

        "Candace!" Beth's eyes popped.

        "Okay, it's a pool party and barbeque -- that might turn into an
orgy!" Candace grinned, unrepentant.  "When are you available?"

        "Pool party?" Beth murmured.  "I need to buy a new swimsuit..."

        "I thought you just bought one!" Jean blustered.

        "Maybe it, uh, covers too much..." Beth blushed.

        Candace arched an eyebrow, "Uh... huh..."

        Jean cleared her throat.  "It's been, ah, suggested that I should
buy a thong..."

        Candace's eyes danced.  "By Toby?"

        "Yes."  Jean blushed for what must have been the thirteenth time.

        "Wednesday," Candace insisted, trying to get things back on track.
"Can you do Wednesday?"

        Beth shook her head.  "I'm doing a double at the hospital."

        Candace rolled her eyes.  "Thursday?"

        Beth nodded, "Yes."  Jean nodded, too, her eyes on Candace.

        "Thursday, then.  Noon to whenever.  I'll bring the burgers,"
Candace confirmed.

        "I'll have the grill up and running and get the hot dog stuff," Jean
confirmed.

        "I've got drinks," Beth murmured.

        "Don't forget the other stuff," Candace teased, smiling.

        "Like what?" Beth asked.

        "Oh, rubbers, lube..."

        "Candace!" Beth and Jean squealed in unison.

        "Well?" Candace blustered.  "You two are kidding yourselves if you
don't think you'll need stuff like that -- unless you're both on the
Pill..."  Oddly, this was a subject the three of them had never ventured to
discuss.

        "I... take a shot, every ninety days..."  Beth, blushing, was
studying the tabletop again.

        "Kewl," Candace approved.  "Jean?"

        "Um, well, pills, but..."

        "They've lapsed?" Candace asked.  "Better cover yourself..."

        "I'll be okay," Jean insisted.  Despite the noises everyone was
making, Toby was NOT going to get into her panties!  It just wouldn't be
right!

        Candace eyed her, her eyes hooded.  Jean was fooling herself;
Candace made a mental note to bring supplies -- AND to mention protection to
Lon, for relay -- discreetly, of course...  "We're all set then?"

        "I guess so," Jean confirmed.

        "Okay," Beth enthused.  "Can you go shopping with me now?"

        "Well, for a couple of hours," Jean agreed.  "Hopefully, it won't
take any longer than that."  Jean's part-time receptionist position was
afternoons, three days a week -- but the days shifted to accommodate the
other, more full-time employee.  This week it was Tuesday, Wednesday, and
Friday.

        "I'll get the car..."  Beth hopped up and got out of there.

        Candace reached out and pinned Jean's arm to the table.  "Look,
Honey -- if you don't think that at least one of us is gonna get laid,
you're living in dreamland!"  She nodded at the door.  "Lon's gonna roll
over her like Grant did Richmond -- Hell, she's looking forward to it!"  She
shook her head.  "You need to get realistic about this -- you may not have
planned it this way, but it's a done deal!  Now I'm sure that if you apply
yourself, you can blow Toby off -- question is, why bother?  Why hurt
yourself?  Why hurt him?"

        "Candace, it's not right!" Jean insisted.

        "It's not incest..."

        "It's pedophilia!"

        "Bullshit!" Candace argued.  "They're seventeen, all three of them!
The age of consent is sixteen in this state!  It's sex -- probably GOOD sex
-- and that's ALL it is!"  Candace held her friend's eyes, "Look, if you
were planning on having us all hop up and dash off, outraged, to correct our
sons for their evil thoughts, you blew it somewhere -- and it was probably
about the time Toby stuck his hands into your bikini!  I don't have to ask
whether he got your blood up -- that's clear, from the look on your face.
Why on Earth would you want to pass that up?"

        "It just seems, wrong, somehow..." Jean whined.

        "Honey, if you and Toby had been alone yesterday, would you be
sitting here looking itchy, or would you be freshly fucked?"

        Jean dropped her eyes.  "F-fucked."

        "Then quit thinking with your brain and let your pussy out for some
air, Girl!  You're over-thinking this!  How long has it been?"

        "A long time," Jean intoned.

        "Too long," Candace murmured unctuously.  "Time to catch up a bit."
She glanced out the window; Beth had the car out front.  "Let's go!"


        That night, Jean briefed Rick on her return from work.  The boys
were all still there, actually, since the Flanders' pool made a better
gathering spot than most -- so they all got the word, "I'm planning a little
get-together on Thursday for the girls, Son.  Candace and Beth are going to
come over for some burgers and hot dogs and to lounge around the pool and
get some of this sun you three seem to have the corner on."

        Lon pursed his lips.  "Cool.  Gonna do some sunbathing, then?"

        "Uh, yeah.  Or swimming, or something."  Suddenly nervous, Jean
glanced at Toby.

        "Sounds like fun..."  Lon continued to carry the ball for the boys.
Toby just watched Jean fidget.  "You want us here, right?"

        "Somebody has to eat all the food so we can keep to our diets," Jean
replied with a nervous giggle.  How had she lost control of things, exactly?

        "My calendar's free..." Lon grinned.

        "Mine, too!" Toby insisted.

Jean glanced at him and she knew that his eyes hadn't left her face in the
interim.  He was totally focused -- it was almost sinister...  "Great!  I'll
see you then!" she said, weakly.

        "... If not before," Lon chuckled.  Jean blinked and got out of
there -- but she went no farther than the kitchen window...

        Lon sat forward.  "Prime time!  Dude, how many bedrooms does this
place have?"

        "Three, technically," Rick replied, "but one of them is a sort of
office.  Why?"

        "Wake u-up!" Lon rolled his eyes.  "Early negotiations are gonna be
delicate, Man!  Your mom's gonna be embarrassed if Toby lays her out on a
towel on the pool deck next to mine -- especially if you're there bangin'
her!  We're gonna have to divide 'em up and take 'em off to private,
comfortable locations so they aren't worried about who is watching them
enjoy themselves!"

        "You act like Mom just declared an orgy or something!" Rick railed.
"This shit is NOT a done deal!"

        "Look, Dude!" Lon tossed his hair back.  "Shit can happen -- that's
a given.  But I'm here to tell you that at least one of us is gonna get his
ashes hauled Thursday, mark my words!  We need to plan like it's gonna be
the perfect storm and we're all gonna be pounding pussy simultaneously, or
somebody is gonna get in somebody else's way!  Get me?"

        "Awright, awright!" Rick rasped.  "There IS the den..."

        "Yeah," Lon nodded.  "Big leather couch, right?  Does it fold out?"

        "Yeah."

        "Who wants it?" Lon asked.

        "What else is there?" Toby wondered aloud.

        "Well, there's the master bedroom, and Rick's room..."  Lon pondered
a bit.  "Beth probably won't care -- it's not her place.  But Jean may not
want to fuck in either bedroom -- bad ju-ju or something -- you know how
superstitious women are..."  He eyed Rick.  "What about you?  Is taking Mama
up to your bedroom a bad thing?"

        Rick thought about it.  "Probably not."

        "Okay," Lon offered up the provisional billeting, "How about this,
then -- I take Beth up to the master bedroom, Rick takes Mama to his room,
and Toby takes Jean to the den?"

        "What if one of them fucks it up?" Rick worried.

        Lon thought about it.  "Okay, everybody wears flip-flops, right?  If
your woman drags you to someone else's love nest, you drop your flip-flops
outside the door.  That's the cue for the next guy that he needs to switch
targets."

        Toby scratched his head.  "How do I know where to fall back to?  How
do I know who fucked who up?"

        Lon chuckled.  "Well, I wear these," he murmured, displaying his
leather sandals, "and Rick's rubber flip-flops are black..."  Toby grunted
and waved; his were black, too...  Lon frowned.  "Well, YOU'LL know, but I
won't.  How about you leave only one shoe in place in front of the door?
Left is Rick, and right is you?  Kick the other one away..."

        "All right," Rick grunted.  This was getting complex...  "Anything
else?"

        "Well, we need to cooperate to maximize the opportunity," Lon
insisted.  "The sunblock trick is good, but might not fly twice.  Keep your
eyes open for ways to get them as naked as possible and thinking about sex.
Games, sunbathing...  Anything!"

        "Games?"  Toby blinked.

        "Naked Twister, Spin the Bottle, Strip Poker..." Lon offered.  "I
dunno -- be creative!"  Both Rick and Toby nodded vacantly, visions of
bouncing mature titties floating before their eyes.

        "Anything else?" Rick asked.

        "Not that I can think of," Lon replied, "But if you think of
something, let us know tomorrow..."

        Jean headed upstairs to call Candace; she knew better than to pass
such information to poor Beth...


        "It was hilarious, and it was scary," Jean related.  "They sat out
there and discussed which rooms each of them would drag us off to!"

        "No shit?" Candace cackled.  "They're serious, all right!"

        "They even have this elaborate set of signals in the event that one
of us changes things inadvertently so they can shift targets!"

        "Wow!"  Candace shook her head.

        "Look, Candace, we're not REALLY going along with this, are we?"
Jean asked for the fourteenth time.

        "Honey, if you plan not to, you're probably gonna end up
embarrassed!  Why don't you just cover your tiny little ass in case it
happens?" Candace advised.

        "I just can't imagine their grand plan working..." Jean mused.

        "I can, Honey!" Candace replied.  "Frankly, I don't see how Lon, in
particular, can fail!  I think one of Beth's favorite fantasies took a
direct hit..."

        "Shouldn't we try to stop it?"

        "Honey, what have you got against Beth getting a little dick?  Why
can't she be happy?" Candace ranted.

        "Well..."

        "Well, nothing!  You know she's been hurting -- and her self-esteem
is in the cellar, for God's sake!  This thing will prop her up and get her
going again, no doubt -- and that will help her get the courage to put
herself out there again!"

        "Um.  When you put it THAT way..."

        "I AM putting it that way!" Candace retorted.  "While you're at it,
look in the mirror, Hon!"

        "Oh, all RIGHT!" Jean hung up, exasperated.  Damn Candace!  She
wasn't happy unless she had a man between her legs, and now she was working
on her friends!


        Toby was the first person to see the results of the shopping trip.
"Toby?  What do you think of my new swimsuit?" his mother asked.

        Toby rolled his eyes as he leaned up in his chair to turn around and
look.  All Ma's swimsuits had that 'hippo in a tutu' look -- lots of
coverage and a ruffle skirt designed to mask the bulge of her belly.  Okay,
Ma was chunky, and she had a serious ass on her, but she was Rubenesque,
rather than just porky, and she had big jugs.  Something that looked like a
leotard with a ruffle attached only accented the bad parts while masking the
good...

        But Beth wasn't wearing one of those; Toby blinked and took a second
look.  In the first place, the suit was a two-piece -- okay, it wasn't a
coupe of triangles of cloth and some strings, but the top and the bottom
were separate, and Ma's belly was bare -- and while the uncharitable might
mumble that she looked pregnant, the fact was that there was only a gentle,
womanly swell there, not six month's worth.  Ma had been dieting for months,
but this was Toby's first real look at the results...

        The suit was a total departure for Beth; the top was a somewhat
narrow, tube-top design made of several vertical black and navy stretch
panels that presented an alternating pattern of wide vertical stripes.
Where the stripes in striped fabric would have deformed in places, bulging
to deal with the surfaces they were covering, the vertical panels had been
tailored with this in mind, making her look slimmer and more in control of
her figure -- except, of course, in front, where the two black panels
covering her breasts and the navy one connecting them had been cut to
emphasize Beth's already sizeable bust.  The bottoms, which were of a no-
nonsense but low-riding cut, were similarly designed; the navy side-panels
presented a reference stripe of continuous width that emphasized her various
curves without producing the impression that she was bulging out of the
suit, while the navy front - crotch - back panel was cleverly cut so as not
to appear to expand as it crawled up her belly while actually doing so.

        For Beth, the suit was beyond daring, despite what a willowy teen
female might think of it; Toby's applause, wolf whistle, and shout of, "Way
to go, Ma!" caused her to blush furiously.

        "You like it?" she asked.

        "It's cool!" Toby replied enthusiastically, thinking, 'Lon would
LOVE this!'

        "Not too much?"

        "You can handle it!"

        "Oh, good!"  Beth STILL wouldn't go to a public beach in the thing,
but it was only going to be her and the girls and the three boys -- at least
one of which was apparently already drooling after her...  She turned
around, "I'm showing a little cellulite..."

        Toby looked; the bottoms didn't cover her ass cheeks totally,
although the coverage was there for most of the expanse -- and the lack was
deliberate, enforced by the cut.  "Well, Ma, Lon's mama has cellulite, too,
and it doesn't seem to interfere with what she's doing..."  Toby checked out
the top, too, and nodded approval.  The tube-top design of the top presented
a continuous width -- at least visually -- across the front, sides, and back
-- and it was wide enough to avoid the appearance of 'bra rolls' -- those
impressions made and enforced by tight brassieres at the armpits and
shoulder blades of husky women.  The outfit looked good; Toby grinned to
himself, wondering how long it was going to take Lon to talk Ma out of that
top...  "Is it comfortable?" he asked.

        "Pretty much," Beth replied.  The top squashed her breasts a bit,
but it presented them well and she'd put up with worse...

        "Well it looks a LOT better that your usual get-up!" Toby approved.

        "Thank you, Sweetheart!"  Beth beamed and swayed off.  Maybe Lon
WOULD like it...

        Toby settled back to watch TV, but something bothered him -- why had
Ma suddenly gone off and bought another swimsuit?  She never wore the
others, it seemed like...  And why had she gotten so brave about it?


        Rick didn't get to see his mother's purchase.  The baby blue bikini
that Jean picked out featured a thong and a top that made the white bikini
look positively staid -- pastie-sized triangles connected by spaghetti-width
strings.  Jean tried it on in the store, getting vocal approval from
Candace, and again in her bedroom -- but that second time she became
embarrassed and self-doubt crept in without Candace's support, so no one
else saw it...


        Candace didn't need to fool with getting new bikinis -- her man-
catching tools were up to date.  What she DID do was follow through on her
vow to brace Lon about birth control...  "Lon?  Got a minute, Hon?"

        "Mama?"  Lon turned away from his gaming console.

        "Look, now that it's summer, I'm sure you're out hunting..." Candace
began.

        "Hunting?"

        "Don't play dumb, Son.  Dear hunting.  Getting your spear wet.  You
know what I mean!"  Candace gave her son the eye...

        "Yeah, okay..."  Lon looked uncomfortable.

        "Don't worry -- I'm not going to do anything stupid like advise you
not to," Candace grinned.  "I'm sure anyone you catch will be pleased with
the result.  But I want to warn you about birth control."

        Lon grimaced.  "C'mon, Mama!"  He wasn't stupid...

        "Look, Hon, I know you're up to speed, but Rick and Toby might not
be, for instance," Candace admonished.  "And the women you chase down might
not be, either.  Believe it or not, foolishness about birth control isn't
limited to girls your age!  Older women may stop using it -- especially if
they've been out of circulation for a while and it looks to them like
they're not going to be getting any.  The Pill changes your body chemistry
-- if they don't seem to need it, most doctors will tell their patients to
go off it.  I'd hate to tell you how many women my age get caught short
because some whirlwind romance caught them flat-footed six months after they
went off the Pill assuming that they were done having sex forever..."

        Lon's imagination produced this comical vision of Toby and Jean
Flanders walking down the street, Jean in her white bikini, rubbing a
basketball-sized belly...  He snorted laughter.

        "What?" Candace glared at her son -- wasn't he taking this
seriously?

        "I just had this image of Toby as a dad -- never mind..."  Lon waved
it away.

        "Um," Candace's imagination produced an almost identical image.
"Well, warn them, will you?  I'd hate to see that -- you guys have such
bright futures..."

        "You got it, Mama!  I'll pass the word..." Grinning, Lon went back
to his gaming.  For the record, he did pass the word, Wednesday morning --
and they all piled into his car and hit the drug store for rubbers, lube,
and anything else that looked sensible.

        Candace couldn't see Jean getting smart anytime soon -- she was too
far into denial.  So she put a flea in Beth's ear on Wednesday morning, and
Beth went down to the ER to see a doctor friend for a prescription for
morning-after contraception.  While Beth might be a total romantic about the
act itself, she'd seen the results too many times...

        As for herself, Candace had no illusions; if Rick could bring
himself to come on to her, she was going to roll right over and open her
legs!  She'd been fantasizing about Rick for some time; those brown curly
locks and his bright, intelligent green eyes...  In fact, she'd been
deliberately chasing slightly older models that looked like Rick to add to
the fantasy.  Lon's 'first round' comment hadn't slid right by when Jean
mentioned it, either; if she could bed Toby, too, so much the better!  If
Jean was going to be stupid, maybe she'd have to double up...


        Wednesday was an exercise in misery and anticipation.  The boys went
out early on the contraceptive run, then sat around in puddles of
testosterone, waiting and war gaming the next day's activities.  None of
them had come up with any stroke of genius designed to lull older women out
of their clothing -- which was predictable, really -- but it wasn't for lack
of deep thought...

        Beth was back and forth all day between 'wouldn't it be nice?' and
'this is all just some awful joke designed to embarrass me to death!'  What
she would do if Lon approached her wasn't clear -- but what she WANTED to do
was VERY clear!  Lon was a young Adonis -- it was unlikely that he could
actually work up any sexual interest in her at all -- she knew what she
looked like, after all.  Roy, her ex, had apparently replaced her
effortlessly...  If Lon came on to her -- even a little bit -- she was
probably going to make an absolute fool of herself -- with predictable
results in the form of ridicule and humiliation.  But even though she was
absolutely certain of the outcome, she KNEW it wasn't going to keep her from
doing it...

        Jean spent the whole day working on her self-control.  She was the
most exposed, since both the boys and her women friends knew she had made a
fool of herself.  Toby would be there, but so would Lon and Rick and -- more
important -- Candace and Beth!  It would all be very public, and easily
controllable -- right?  Right?  Right?

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