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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 31 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: nosex rom
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 31
The pair didn't talk about it, but the fact that Lon and Sally
thought Rick and Teela might make a couple wasn't a dead subject, by any
means. Teela had gotten it from Sally, and Rick from Lon -- and the strange
thing was that they hadn't killed one another, yet... Rick had been having
a blast until he realized where it was all heading -- and that left him more
than a little freaked! Teela went over the whole incident thus far in her
head and came to a couple of weird realizations: First, she hadn't won a
single point against him -- never mind the engagement! Second, it was all
apparently effortless on his part. Third, when they got down to talking
about Lon and Sally, he'd shifted to a mode that was apparently totally
honest; his reactions to Sally, for instance -- why would he fake them? If
he was REALLY covering Lon, wouldn't he be trying to bullshit her with talk
about how she was some kind of jewel in the rough, or something? (Sally
was, by the way, in Teela's opinion -- else why would Sally put up with
HER?) Teela knew where Rick was -- they'd crossed over into the Twilight
Zone at some point and were looking for the road back -- or maybe forward...
Rick took forty-five minutes to put his hand back on Teela's
shoulder -- and she made DAMNED sure she didn't flinch! But the whole thing
wasn't comfortable when Rick went at it seriously -- he just couldn't bring
himself to be more demonstrative. He needed something -- some way to
overcome the set of nerves the whole thing had generated when he realized
that the whole thing could get serious...
The pair sat through the entire end credits while the theater
emptied, the tacit explanation being that sometimes the movie would feature
some cute little clip at the end... Finally, they got up and sidled toward
the stairs along the wall.
Teela took advantage of her leading position and the fact that she
was facing away from him to reopen a subject that was very much alive for
both of them, "Look, just because those two idiots think..."
"Shut up!" Rick pushed her and she stumbled against the wall,
"Hey!" She took a swing at him -- and he blocked it, effortlessly, then
bored in, "You REALLY think they're idiots? What does this do to you?" And
then he was in close again -- too close to kick or hit... And his lips were
on her neck...
Shivers went absolutely everywhere! "Uuuhhh!" was all Teela could
get out -- and efforts to strike at him turned into a clutching embrace...
"Hey, get a room!" one of the ushers yelled, and Rick stepped back
-- and something snapped in Teela. "You bastard!" She pounded off down the
stairs. "You motherfucker! If you think you're gonna jerk me around --
play with me, fuck with my head..." She was at the foot of the stairs,
headed for the theater door at a fast stomp...
It wasn't fast enough. A hand caught hers and jerked her around and
then he was on her (damn him -- she was NEVER going to get a knee in his
balls!), pressing her back against a carpet-covered wall -- and kissing her!
Her mouth was open to yell; all that got her was a hot tongue sliding
between her lips, "ULP!" And then her defenses collapsed -- AGAIN -- and
she stopped trying to hit him. In a moment, he pulled back and grated, "You
silly bitch -- do you think I'd play GAMES with you?"
"I..." His lips settled on her neck again, "Oh, fuck!" She
couldn't move -- well, she could rub his back... That first time, he'd
teased her about being a vampire -- but maybe HE was, the way his lips on
her neck leached the fight out of her...
"Come on..." They were out of the cinema and nearly out of the mall
before she realized that she was moving; he had her by the hand, tugging her
along toward the doors. She put on the brakes. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere private," he grinned at her, "where you won't get
arrested for trying to beat on me! How did you get here?"
"The bus."
Rick nodded. "Fine. My car, then."
"Oh, no!" He knew too much! He'd take her somewhere isolated,
shred her controls, and leave her holding her panties... "We're not going
anywhere!"
"Just the car, then," he argued. "It's public enough that you're
safe..."
"I don't know..."
"Yes you do." His eyes bored into hers. "Get your ass in gear!"
"Hey! You don't have to talk to me like that!"
"Maybe not, but it works!" His smile grew evil. "What are you
worried about? That I'll kiss and tell? Hell, I could make it up, you know
-- tell everybody you have a heart-shaped birthmark on your left ass
cheek..."
"You what? You sonofa..." Rick dashed for the door, with Teela in
hot pursuit.
It took her until he turned back to face her, his back against the
fender of his car, before she realized that she'd played right into his
hands again. "Get in the car."
"No." But he grabbed her arm -- and silly twit that she was, she
turned into a hammerlock. The 'silly twit' appellation was her own; it went
through her head as soon as she realized she'd screwed up. Rick held her
while he opened the passenger door and backed her in, then closed it. She
locked the door, grinning in triumph -- and reached for the driver's side to
do the same, but he merely pushed the button on his key fob. She tried to
get back out, but only the driver's door unlocked! He slid into the seat
beside her. "This is kidnapping!"
"We're not going anywhere."
"You got THAT right!" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"So, are you scared to death I'm NOT serious -- or scared to death I
AM?" he asked.
"Both!"
"Okay," he murmured. "If I'm not, that makes sense. But if I am?"
"Well, I guess it's all about what you're serious about!" she
declared hotly. "Thus far, you've just mashed me flat, every time we've
crossed each other..."
"You keep fighting..."
"Do you have to make it look so easy?" Teela whined. "A girl's got
to have some self-respect..."
"Really?" Rick's eyes narrowed. "Is that what it's all about? I
don't think so! I think it's about breaking out of a cycle of one Pyrrhic
victory after another and not knowing what to do..."
"Pyrrhic?"
"Winning so expensively that you actually lose..."
"Oh. So you're saying..."
"You run people off -- and end up lonely, but safe -- right?"
"Well..." It wasn't how she'd have put it, but...
"Then you're fucked."
"What?"
"When's the last time you won? You step in it left and right! Has
it occurred to you that it's so easy because you don't WANT to win?" Rick
eyed her sidelong.
"What are you saying?" Teela demanded hotly.
"I'm saying you're fucking up on purpose!"
"You bastard!" She took a swing at him -- and it connected, sort of
-- he took it on the shoulder. But then he had her arm, and she tried to
draw back and got him pressed against her chest. She brought her other hand
up to push him away, but those lips were on her neck again... She tried to
squeeze him away by pressing her head against his, but it just didn't work;
she couldn't bring enough pressure to bear. The hand pushing at his chest
couldn't make any headway, either, so she shifted tactics -- yeah, this was
working! She'd pull him toward her... What? Awww fuck... "Can't we just
kiss?" she whined. "If I go home with muffler burns..."
"Sure." His lips shifted to hers. Why had she said that? Where
was her head? Ummmm... This was fucking GREAT! It was wrong, all wrong,
and she was gonna pay for it big time, but, DAMN!
Things drifted for a while -- and they got hot. Not sex hot --
temperature hot! Rick pulled back from the kiss and fired up the car,
turning on the air conditioning. Teela eyed him, waiting; he was going to
grow fangs any minute and justify her low opinion of boys in general, and
him in particular... When he came back, she held him off -- and he allowed
it. "How's my neck?"
"Tasty."
"I mean marks."
"Nothing that shows. I could fix that..."
"No! That's okay! Poppa would FREAK!"
"Better kiss me, then."
She held him off. "What the fuck are we doing?"
He cocked his head. "You're losing -- and enjoying it. I'm winning
-- but not conducting pillage and rapine..."
"Are we gonna fuck?"
"Sometime. No hurry."
"Why not?"
"You're not ready."
"I'm not?"
"Nope. You're waiting for me to fuck up and try to roll over you --
then you can say to yourself, 'See, he's just like all the others -- only
wants in my panties...' Then I'm a bad guy, and you can work up some
defenses -- maybe -- or a fine case of guilt, anyway. And Lon's a bad guy
for inexplicably wanting to date your girlfriend, and all's right with the
world. Well fuck that..." Rick's look dared her to take issue with his
analysis.
"If you're so fucking smart, why aren't you rich?" Teela demanded.
"Maybe I am..." This time, her hands didn't help her. She ducked
his lips, but exposed her neck. Ultimately, she had to kiss him again...
After a vague time, they surfaced. "Damn you, you're not rich..."
He shrugged, his shoulders moving under her hands. "There's rich
and there's rich. If I possess something worth having..."
The answer rocked her; the implications were obvious. Damn him! It
was like fighting nuclear weapons with a stick! Maybe one time in ten
million, you got a lick in... He had a key for every lock, a wedge for
every chink in her armor. And he was playing by the rules, such as they
were! Never once had he gotten a hand anywhere that he shouldn't -- and she
was wet, and her nipples itched and she wanted him -- BAD! "You fucker!"
she gasped. "Why do you have to make me feel this way?"
"So you know that for this disease, there is only one treatment --
and only one doctor!" Rick wasn't fooling himself, he was wrecked, too!
But it was VERY pleasant destruction. During the movie, he'd gone over
their first encounter -- and their second, to date -- and realized that
every time he came into contact with the little fool with her dyed black
hair with the spot of color (blue today) and the insane wardrobe, he got a
buzz and did wild and crazy things -- and got away with them! She was
outrageous -- and you had to be MORE outrageous to compete -- and
apparently, no one else had ever bothered... When she opened her mouth on
the way out of the theater, he knew she was running -- and suddenly, it was
vastly important that she not escape -- so he went on the attack,
instinctively. And once he realized just what he had, stopping became
unthinkable... The little spitfire fought like a fury -- and clung like a
leech! Only she didn't like being caught doing the latter... She would
hold him at arm's length while she could -- but that wouldn't be for long,
now. Still, it had to work THIS time, or she would gain a weapon against
him. THIS time, he had to let her go. But NEXT time... And next time had
to come fairly soon, or she would try to build up defenses -- or avoid him,
like Candace was trying to do to both Toby and Damian...
Right now, though, forty-five minutes had flown by -- and it was
time to do the responsible thing. Sighing, he rearranged himself behind the
steering wheel. "Where are we going?" she asked suspiciously.
"I'm taking you home -- you've missed the bus."
"Right."
"Yes, right. The next bus is at six. When are you supposed to be
home?"
"Rick, if you mess me over..."
"I'd be a total fucking idiot to do so at this point, now wouldn't
I?" He put the car in gear. "Which way?"
"Take a right."
He took her directions all the way home -- didn't miss a turn. When
they were there, he didn't try to make a scene in the car, merely saying,
"Give me your phone number."
"Why?"
He eyed her. "Why do you ask stupid questions?"
"I go looking for stupid answers." He just waited. "Oh, all
right," she relented, and rattled it off.
"I'll call, tomorrow."
"Sure you will."
"Fine, I'll call later."
"Yeah, right. I'll hold my breath." She got out of the car.
"Thanks for the ride."
"Which one?"
"Both."
Rick spent the time she took to walk up her front walk to set up a
speed dial. Once the door closed behind her, he dialed it. "Hello?" she
answered, puzzled.
"Are you blue yet?"
"You're crazy, you know that?"
"Only around you," he replied. "I'll call you in a couple of hours.
Better breathe until then." He hung up and put the car in gear.
----------------------------------
"Help! I'm going down for the third time!"
"Now what?" Sally asked, rolling her eyes. Teela was being
melodramatic -- again. Fortunately, Teela couldn't see her over the
phone...
"I'm in big trouble, here!" Teela replied. "I need somebody with
sense to tell me to run -- and keep on running!"
"What ARE you talking about?" Sally growled, irritated. She'd been
watching TV...
"You know Hunky Boy's friend? The one with the dark, curly hair?
Rick, something?"
"Yeah..." Sally started to get interested.
"Well, I ran into him at the cinema..."
"Literally?" Sally giggled.
"Well, okay, I saw him and went over to beat the crap out of him and
get him to 'fess up that Hunky Boy is just jerking your chain..."
"How did that go?" Sally asked, mildly amused.
"Well, about like the first time, I guess..."
"He sat you on your butt?"
"No..." Teela sighed. "I was a little too blatant about it I
guess, because this mall security guy comes up..."
"Why?"
"I was gonna hit him, I guess. I didn't, but it was a threat, so
the guy took one look at me and offers to toss me out..."
"Oops! Sounds ugly..."
"Yeah. Well, Rick tells him it's this Goth vampire greeting -- that
I was just pretending. I go along with the gag, and we do this little mock
fighting thing -- and Rick ends up sucking my neck!"
Sally snorted laughter, "Oh, he's GOOD!"
"Yeah." Teela grunted. "I had to sit still for it, or I was gone.
Things went down hill from there..."
"Oh?"
"Well, the guy's like a kung-fu master, or something -- every time I
go to attack him, he's not there -- and then when I retreat, he's behind me
or something. He pulled some kind of a fast one at the concession stand,
and the next thing I know, we're leaving the ticket taker and he's got his
hand around my waist! And I'm carrying a soda and popcorn, and don't have
any free hands..."
"You could have dumped popcorn on him..."
"Do you KNOW how much that stuff costs? It might as well be made of
gold! I'm gonna waste it like that?" Teela ranted.
"Okay, so, it wasn't that serious, then..." Sally prodded,
chuckling.
"Well, it's the principle of the thing! He... takes liberties..."
Teela mused a moment, then continued, "So we go into the theater; he says we
need to talk about you guys, so I put up with it -- like I had a choice! I
tried a couple of things, and he manages to not be there even in a row of
seats! Anyway, he plops down next to me and we start talking about you guys
-- and suddenly, it's like I'm talking to a different dude!"
"How so?"
"Well, I braced him about Hunky Boy and his nefarious plans to
separate you from your cherry, and he's like, 'I'm freaked, too!' So I'm
like, 'Yeah, sure', and he goes, 'I can't figure it out...' It turns out
that he's talked to Hunky Boy about you until he's blue in the face, but
Hunky Boy sees something in you..."
"Well, he could just have been bull shitting you," Sally offered.
"If he was, it was a totally slick job!" Teela shot back. "I mean,
I'd have expected him to say nice things about you -- but according to him,
he wouldn't be caught dead with you, and he can't understand for the life of
him why Hunky Boy is serious!"
"THAT's not exactly a recommendation..." Sally grunted.
"Well, he was fairly nice about it, but you just do nothing for him
-- and he can't figure out why Hunky Boy is all lit up..."
"Lon."
"What?"
"His name is Lon."
"Oh."
"So, did he convince you that Lon wasn't after my cherry?"
"Well, no, he didn't try, actually," Teela replied, thoughtfully.
"What he said was like, 'Of course, he's gonna want to fuck her, but that's
just part of the deal -- he's got this whole girlfriend deal he's trying her
out for...' I was, like, nonplussed..."
"Really?"
"Really. I said, 'Like dating? Like, off to the Prom?' and he's
like, 'Yeah, weird, huh?' And he's OBVIOUSLY not supporting it..."
"Well, you're right, I guess," Sally hazarded, "either he's really
slick, or he's telling the truth... Still, I'm insulted -- what's wrong
with me?"
Teela sighed. "The usual thing. He can't get around your size.
Apparently, Hu-- I mean Lon -- sees it as an advantage, though."
"Did he say why?"
"No -- he doesn't understand it. Well, he appears to -- like, at
one remove -- but he can't get his head into it..."
"Okay, so, you had your little talk, and it went different than you
thought. I'm not seeing the excitement you called me about..." Sally
sighed.
"Yeah..." Teela paused a moment. "That happened after. The
conversation drifted to us -- and the fact that you two seemed to think we
might go together..."
"Yeah, like dynamite and matches!" Sally laughed.
"More like a bomb and the bomb squad," Teela replied. "He always
seems to know what wire to cut..." She pulled herself together and got back
on track, "Anyway, when the topic shifted, he froze up -- just stopped
talking altogether. He seemed really bothered. We went through the movie
like that. At the end of it, I figured that I'd let him off the hook, so I
started to tell him that just because you two made jokes, it didn't mean we
had to laugh -- and suddenly, he's like, 'Shut up!' and I find myself up
against the wall and he's kissing me..."
"Holy Shit! Then what?"
"Are you kidding? I ran like a rabbit, that's what!" Teela went
silent, remembering. "I got about thirty feet... He's slipperier than an
eel and has more tentacles than an octopus. I couldn't fight..."
"Did you want to?" Sally's voice was amused.
"Fuck, no! That was half the problem! His lips would latch onto me
and I'd be grabbing, not pushing... There has to be something supernatural
about the guy -- nothing I do works on him... I think he's a succubus."
"I think you've met your match!" Sally giggled.
"That's all right for YOU to say!" Teela erupted. "He...
manipulates me -- almost effortlessly! He started dragging me out to his
car -- and when I put on the brakes, he starts talking about how he doesn't
HAVE to do me to tell everybody ELSE he HAS, complete with bullshit details!
So I took off after him -- and we ended up at his car, of course..."
Sally could hardly breathe, she was laughing so hard! "He's sure
got YOUR number!" she gasped out.
"Very fucking funny!" Teela grated. "Some help YOU are!"
"So he got you into his car?"
"Yeah -- manhandling me, mostly -- and some tricks with the door
locks. Then he gets in and starts riding me about how I'm fucking up by the
numbers, so it MUST be deliberate. And I try to hit him, and we end up
kissing... Every time I try to hit him, we end up kissing! Why is that?"
"One of you is a lover, I guess," Sally smirked. "So how was it?"
"It was fucking stupendous!" Teela cried. "And it was all rated
'G', basically -- I don't think he as much as cupped a tit! We were at it
-- I dunno -- forty-five minutes? It was great, but when I look back at it,
I'm scared to death!"
"Did he say anything about a re-match?"
"Well, he took my number -- and he got it right, too, 'cause he
tested it..."
"Okay, so, what's so awful?" Sally asked.
"I can't stop him! He just changes up and keeps coming! If he
wants my cherry, he'll get it -- I can't stop him! Hell, he COULD have
gotten it right there in the mall parking lot!" Teela wailed.
"Why didn't he?"
"I asked him, sort of. He said if he did that, it'd prove I was
right about him, and about Lon, and so on, and so on. Basically, if he did,
he'd be handing me something to defend myself with. This way, I got nothing
-- he was Mr. Clean."
"Did he say he was gonna?"
"Yeah, sometime. When I'm ready. He'll probably find a way to
trick me into taking off my panties and sitting on his pole all by myself!"
Teela rubbed her face.
Sally laughed. "Ya think?"
"He's incredibly fucking sneaky..." She paused a moment. "That
reminds me -- we were discussing Lon's motives, and he said basically, that
sex was there, but it was part of the total package. So I called him a
liar, and he's like totally unruffled and says that Lon has already got
getting laid handled -- he doesn't need to get tricky about it."
"Really?" Sally gasped. "What did he say, exactly?"
Teela thought about it -- hard. "Um, he said that Lon had a steady
supply of no-strings sex. Yeah, that was it. So I asked him if it was
sheep, or what, and he said, no, they were females -- and he got a dig in me
about whether I was really female or not..."
"Oh." Sally was instantly concerned. "What about Rick? Does he
have a steady supply, too?"
"Shit, I didn't think to ask! What does it mean?"
"I don't know," Sally mused. "But if it's true, it certainly makes
his tale that Lon isn't just in it for my lily-white body a lot more
believable. On the other hand, I'm kind of jealous..."
Teela grimaced. "Yeah. Has he called you?"
"No."
"Well, according to Rick, it's not dead..."
"This is starting to get scary," Sally mused. "Did he say anything
else about sex?"
"Umm, he said that Lon would want sex, and he knows what he likes
and he's going to want to be able to get it -- but that sex wasn't the whole
enchilada."
"Well, what is?"
"Rick said Lon is seriously looking at trying you out as a
girlfriend -- the take out in public, go to the Prom with kind of
girlfriend, not the 'I don't know you in public' kind. I'm... not certain
of anything much any more, where Rick is concerned -- but when he puts on
his honest face and he's not jerking my chain, he's extremely believable...
He was a different guy during that conversation. In the first place, he
made sure we had it -- and in the second, he wasn't really thrilled, you
know? It all added up..."
"Okay, but what on Earth does it mean?"
"Hell, I dunno..."
"What are you gonna do if Rick calls?"
"You make it sound like I have a choice!" Teela whined.
"You do!"
"No," Teela sighed, "I don't. I probably won't even bother to put
on panties."
"You've got it that bad?"
"You weren't there. I HAVE no defenses -- and I don't think I WANT
any!"
"What if there's... another..." Sally was obviously unhappy at the
thought.
"I'm gonna do whatever it takes to put her into retirement!"
"Teela!" Sally blurted. "That's insane!"
"Maybe. But if and when Lon calls, you think about it!" Teela
retorted. "You WILL, too, if he's under your skin at all!"
"Well, okay. Don't go nuts!"
"No promises," Teela replied. "Thanks for the talk -- I don't think
it helped -- shit, I think going over it made it worse! But at least I know
where I'm headed..."
"What about Lon?" Sally asked.
"I, ummm, withdraw my objections..."
"Teela?" Sally added, tentatively. "I... knew what you were up
to..."
"Oh."
"It might have worked, eventually."
"Well, I think we're both moving in another direction, now," Teela
sighed. "I'm kind of hoping we'll be better off..."
"Yeah." Sally heaved a sigh. "Bye!"
"Bye."
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"Lon?"
"Yo! Hey, Rick! How's it hangin'?"
"It's kinda stiff right now..." Rick sighed into the phone. "I got
a tiger by the tail, Man."
"Sounds like a story! Toby's here -- wanna tell him, too?"
"Might as well, although he missed Act One..."
"One sec." Lon muted the TV and put Rick on speaker. "So what's
up?"
"Teela."
"Teela?" Toby looked blank.
"Yeah..." Lon grimaced. "It's like this, Man. We got the basics
handled, but we need girlfriends -- chicks our age we can date, you know?
Your situation is kinda different, what with the way Jean is -- maybe --
but..."
"You're hunting chicks?" Toby was floored. "What about..."
"It's a separate issue," Lon insisted. "That's gonna crash at some
point; in the meantime, we've got to hold our heads up at school and
stuff..."
"Well, you just can't go telling some chick..."
"... Anything, basically. I'm not stupid!" Lon laughed.
Toby shook his head. "The flip side? If they find out ANYTHING,
they're gone -- and if they find out EVERYTHING, we are, too! What were you
thinking?"
Lon shrugged. "I guess we got beyond just getting our dicks wet.
Look, dude, you need to bag this -- nothing to Jean!" He pursed his lips.
"If it goes well, I plan to make introductions..."
Toby shook his head. "I just don't see that working!"
"I have a handle on it, Man! Relax!" Lon insisted. "It's all sort
of built on the chick!"
"Huh?"
"Well, I have a chick I'm working on. I like what I'm seeing when I
look at her, but she's... not your normal Barbie doll type..."
"I'll say!" drifted over the phone from Rick.
"Who?" Toby asked.
"Sally Harkness."
Toby scratched his head. "Big, beefy looking chick, hangs out with
Pendergast? The Goth chick?"
"Yeah."
"Okay..."
"At least you're half-assed cool about it," Lon grunted. "Rick
freaked!"
"Well, she isn't ugly, or anything..." Toby hazarded.
"Except she's from the land of the giants or something," Rick
interjected.
"Oh," Toby chuckled. "That's the problem?"
"Not for me..." Lon insisted.
"Well, I guess your opinion is the only one that counts. Let's hear
the rest of it..." Toby replied.
"Well, she's not gonna be a bitch, and she's gonna be a LOT more
likely to go the extra mile than some Barbie doll," Lon mused. "I dunno,
there's something about her I like. I figure she's... trainable..."
Toby thought about it. In his book, Sally was Grade B-- or maybe C
-- but he understood Lon's thought process thoroughly. Sally would be much
more attainable, and much more likely to put up with Lon's failings in order
to keep him. But was that enough, under the circumstances? "You better be
DAMN careful!"
"Can we get back to MY problem?" Rick whined over the phone.
"Is it worse?" asked Toby.
"Maybe..."
"Okay, so, what is it, then?"
"Teela."
"Who is Teela?" Toby asked.
"You know, Pendergast. The Goth chick..."
Toby's face went blank. "What?"
"Well, it makes sense, doesn't it?" Lon laughed. "Those two run
together! So what happened?"
"You remember the other day? How she went for the jugular, right
away? Well, she saw me at the cinema..."
Lon laughed out loud. "You should have been there, Man! It was
hilarious! She lit into me, and Rick just chewed her up and spit her out!
Left her sitting on her butt on the mall floor, too! So, did she do it
again?"
"Oh, yeah..." Rick agreed. "She came right at me like she was gonna
swat me one! The mall rent-a-cop came over and was gonna toss her out, but
I covered her ass. I fixed her ass, though -- sucked on her neck with him
standing there -- she couldn't freak because if she did, her ass was out..."
He cracked up.
Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 31 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: nosex rom
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 31
"Okay, sounds like fun, but I don't see the problem..." Lon pressed.
"Well, it kind of followed that," Rick replied. "I kind of kept her
locked down so we could talk about you guys -- it was a handle, because she
wanted to tell me what she thought of us perverts taking advantage of Sally
and stuff... I basically kept finding ways to fuck her up like the other
day -- goad her a little, and wait for her to step in it, then make sure she
bounced -- that kind of thing -- lots of it mental..."
"Yeah, yeah..." Lon rolled his eyes.
"Well, it was a hoot, you know? She was ready to set fire to
things, half the time..." Rick insisted. "Anyway, we had the talk -- and
she was surprised at how I felt, big time..."
Toby looked a question and Lon supplied, "Rick thinks I'm an idiot
and can do a lot better. I disagree, naturally..."
"Well, I think I did you some good," Rick went on, "purely by
accident. Then things kind of drifted to us... Do you know that Sally was
filling Teela's ear with the same shit you dropped on me?"
Lon laughed. "I'm not surprised..."
"I kind of freaked when I heard that," Rick related. "Spent the
whole flick trying to figure out what to do about it. Problem is, she's a
LOT of fun to fuck with..."
"I don't know if that's a recommendation," Toby hazarded.
"Me either," Rick replied, "But when she decided to blow it off, I
went nuts or something -- and the next thing I knew we were kissing! She
freaked and took off, figuring I was just fucking her over, so I had to
catch her, and one thing led to another..."
"Dude..." Lon murmured, "That sounds ominous. The cops on you?"
"No..." Rick replied slowly. "Worse, maybe. I may have a
girlfriend..."
Lon cracked up. "No shit?"
"I don't know what it is, but she trips my trigger..."
"What about her?" Toby asked.
"She fights a lot, until you kiss her -- then she tries to get both
arms and both legs around you..."
"That's fucking funny, Man!" Lon chuckled. "You two might just set
fire to each other, though... When the smoke dies down..."
"Maybe. We'll see."
"Well, it doesn't sound any too stable to me," Toby grunted. "Keep
the group under wraps until it all shakes out, willya?"
"Sure." Rick didn't say anything about letting out the fact that
Lon's immediate sexual needs were handled -- Toby would freak, for sure!
Better to tell Lon later...
"Anything else?" Lon asked.
"Nope. Isn't that enough?" Rick replied.
"Well, you'll have your hands full..."
"No shit!" Rick chuckled. "When are you gonna call Sally? You
know, you're probably putting her through hoops. She'll decide you were
jerking her chain..."
"Yeah, good point. I'll do something about it. Let's not double
until you two can behave in public, okay?" Lon added.
"Yeah, yeah. Bye!"
"Later, Man."
"I REALLY don't want to wake up in a place with bars on the
windows," Toby grunted. "And I really don't want Ma to, either!"
"Relax, Man," Lon replied. "If Sally doesn't look like she can pull
her weight, we'll never get to the group piece. If she does, I'll get your
Ma to give her deep-throating lessons -- AFTER things look safe..."
"Rick's worse off -- Teela's a freak!" Toby rasped.
"I'm not sure that hurts her case, Man. Who's gonna believe her?
Look at how she acts -- how she dresses! It'll be a wild story by a chick
with a wild reputation -- no biggie!" Lon shoved back his hair.
"Yeah, maybe..." Toby sighed. It was more weight he had to carry;
more responsibility -- more people to watch to make sure things didn't
crash... "Fuck, I'm going home."
"Don't freak on me, Man, and tell your Mama!"
"Relax, that wouldn't accomplish anything, anyway," Toby grunted.
"She's the worst slut in the group!"
"Don't tell Jean, either!" Lon insisted.
"And have her freak? She's just settling down... No, I need to get
this locked down by myself, Man. You guys try not to go nuts, will you?
Not right away?" Toby begged.
"Sure, sure... I'm gonna be careful. And Rick's smarter about such
things than I am..."
"Later." Toby hit the street.
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Lon decided it was time to take the bull by the horns, "Mama?"
"In here, Hon." Candace was watching TV in the rec room. Actually,
it was a porn flick, but she shut it off as he came downstairs, substituting
a cooking show.
"I want to, uh, invite a chick over..."
Candace blinked. "Not getting enough?"
"Well, yeah, but I can't take Beth to parties, you know?"
Candace nodded. "Well, there are some obvious restrictions..."
"Yeah, yeah. No group noises." He eyed her. "What if I want Beth
to teach her deep throat?"
Candace rubbed her face. "I'm going to have to go out and get my
hair dyed again..." Returning her son's glance, she said, "That's between
you and her and Beth. It's not a group thing. If it turns out she's group
material..." 'which isn't likely,' she thought, "then we'll talk about it."
"Okay."
"What does she look like, Hon?"
"Nice face, nice hooters. Pretty."
"What are you not telling me, Hon?" Candace pressed.
"Okay, she's big."
Candace frowned. "Fat?" What was this all about?
"No, stocky. Heavy built. Wide, or thick, maybe. Tall. Husky."
Candace raised an eyebrow. "And this appeals to you?"
"Yeah. On her, it does. She's just, I dunno, jumbo sized."
Candace raised an eyebrow. 'Beth is behind this, somewhere...'
"What else does she have to recommend her?"
"She's down to earth, you know? I figure she's trainable. And
she'll put up with my shit -- without handing me a lot of hers. She's
easygoing..."
"Any pictures?"
"Uhhh. Maybe. Give me a few." Lon dashed off. It took him
fifteen minutes, but he came back with what was obviously a school picture
of a placid-looking brown-haired girl with a sweet face and an impressive
bust -- modestly displayed.
"Well, Hon, I guess I can't fault your taste too much -- although I
think Beth is exercising undue influence on you..." Candace hazarded.
"Well, Mama, it's like this. Beth is comfortable. And she's a
slut. And she will do what it takes to get a little lovin'. That kind of
thing extends itself to a lot of chicks, you know? But the ones with the
hot figures and the Barbie doll look get all of the attention. I figure
that if I want a girl who will pay attention to ME instead of a mirror or a
store catalog..." Lon eyed his mother sidelong. Was he pushing too hard,
here?
"You're not settling, then?" Candace asked.
"No -- look at her! She's nice looking! We kind of hit it off at
the cinema the other day..."
"Well, all right," Candace sighed, eyeing the freshly printed
picture. "Drag her around, then. Try not to excite Jean over it,
please..."
"No problem, Mama. It'll all stay separate..."
'Yeah, right,' Candace thought. 'If I was her, I'd smell another
woman on him before we got to date three -- and he'd better have a tale to
tell! This won't last...' He appeared to have his head on straight, though
-- the credit card and clothing store set wouldn't let him get to first base
without some guarantee that their star would rise with his...
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