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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 33 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 33

        "How were my boys?" Louise asked Beth at work that night.

        "Oh, good...  Terence has this fascination for deep-throat...  I
gave Damian a little anal...  We had a good time..." Beth smiled.

        Louise grimaced.  "I haven't gotten any calls..."

        "It's early, yet," Beth replied.  "I'm sure someone will, soon.  If
not, there's always Dr. Rankin.  I still can't..."

        Louise nodded.  That was all clear, now...  God knew what
restrictions Candace would put on Beth where the good doctor was concerned.
"I'll wait a bit."

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        Toby came home at about eleven-thirty, and, perusing his webcam
captures, found an amazing little scene!  The tactic that this suggested
might even be better than his original plan to get even with Lon for
pressuring Jean into non-consensual sex -- AND it relieved the group of any
requirement to keep pictures of Louise, if the Carter boys ever threatened
to cause trouble.  The downside was that he would have to admit to having
recorded the session...

        It also opened a couple of questions, like did anyone else play with
other guys?  Toby never had -- the subject had never come up.  Ma had also
surprised him with the admission that given the chance she might have fucked
him -- and she also surprised him a bit with her tolerance of the Carter
boys' little activities.  Toby found himself wondering what Louise might
think of her sons' activities.  And there was Mr. Carter hanging out there,
too -- was he vulnerable in this way?  Obviously, he would probably do
anything to keep from being exposed -- but he might not even be practicing,
out of that same fear.  Maybe it was time to do some careful feeling out of
Louise...Toby had a lot on his mind when he hit the bed.

        Jean had been maudlin; it turned out that Rick had told her about
the Goth girl, and she was counting the days until Toby found some bright
young thing to replace her.  But Jean might as well be seventeen herself, in
so many ways...  Who cared?  Toby had enough problems without adding young
chicks to his calendar.  The only thing he could hope was that Lon and Rick
would show a little sense or their women would add value to the group -- and
neither of those items was a sure bet...

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        Monday morning, the women met for a long-delayed post-mortem on the
party.  Jean wasn't working that day, and Beth was coming off-shift; Candace
had little to do, as usual.  Out of some consideration for Beth's situation
(and the fact that she arrived first) Candace didn't make Beth chase around
after food, drink, and waiters.  Candace got right down to business, "So,
how do you think it went?"

        "Fine, I think," Jean shrugged.  "Damian probably thinks I'm a
flake, but..."

        Candace scuttled the idea of seconding the motion and turned to
Beth.  "How about you, Hon?  You saw the boys again yesterday and their mama
last night..."

        "I had a really nice time -- both times!" Beth replied.  "The boys
are pretty well-behaved and they certainly enjoy their sex...  Louise is
kind of waiting to see if she's going to be in any demand."

        "Does she want to be?" Jean asked.

        "Oh, yeah," Beth nodded.

        "I guess I have the only negative report," Candace sighed.
"Damian..."

        "... Didn't hurt you, from what I heard," Jean interjected.  "If I
have to play fair, you should, too..."

        "I don't like being run!" Candace retorted.  Beth just looked at
her; Jean picked up the expression and giggled.  "Shut up!" Candace ranted.
Beth spread her hands, but her expression didn't change.  "You two can give
young Damian everything he needs...

        "Maybe..." Jean's eyes were hooded and she was smirking.

        "Nice!" Candace complained.  "Wait until he treats YOU like his
white slut and see if YOU like it!"  Beth just shrugged; Damian hadn't hurt
HER any -- and he'd treated Jean pretty gently.  But Candace brought out the
dominant streak in some guys -- maybe it was her high and mighty attitude...

        "Louise might have to wait," Jean interjected.  "Rick suddenly
latched onto this young thing.  They're not having sex, but..."

        Beth blinked.  "Really?  That sounds..."

        "Dangerous."  Jean nodded.  "But it's like he said, he can't take
one of us to the Prom..."

        "Must be girl week," Candace grunted.  "Lon apparently tripped some
young thing..." Her eyes swept to Beth, "and she's reportedly big..."

        Beth's eyes popped.  "Really?"

        "Really."  Candace shook her head.  "I have a feeling things are
going to get quiet, real quick..."

        "Yeah," Jean was looking at the floor.

        "Toby doesn't seem to be affected," Beth argued.

        "For how long?" Jean retorted.

        Candace snorted.  "Of the three of us, YOU are the one that probably
COULD go to the Prom..."

        "Yeah, right..." Jean rolled her eyes.  "But Toby DID go to some
lengths last night..."

        "See?" Candace grinned.  "Louise and I are the only ones coming up
short -- and Terence is coming to see ME this afternoon..."

        "You'll enjoy it," Beth predicted.  "He's really a nice boy."

        "I'll have to keep things quiet," Candace chuckled.  "Lon is having
his new girl over to swim.  I gather that he figures she'll be trainable; if
things go his way, he'll be bringing her to you for deep-throat lessons --
OUTSIDE the group, of course..."

        Beth shook her head -- when did she become the Advanced Cock-Sucking
teacher?  "This is scary!"

        "I agree," Candace nodded, "but they are all painfully aware of the
consequences...  With any luck, the whole thing will either go away, or
modify itself in some odd but stable manner..."

        "God, I hope so!" Jean declared.

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        Toby kissed his mother on the cheek as she came through the door.
"Hi, Ma, how was your shift?"

        "Oh, fine, fine..." Beth was bothered by the young girlfriend
situation, and was trying to figure out how to air it.

        "And Terence and Damian?  How were they?"

        "I had a lovely time!" Beth replied, then frowned.  "It's a good
thing, too, since Rick and Lon have found other pursuits..."

        "Oh, yeah -- that!" Toby grunted.  "Idiots!"

        "How bad is this, do you think?" Beth asked.

        "Well, Rick's choice is a real strange duck -- but that's probably
good because if she came out with some wild tale, everyone would discount
it," Toby theorized.  "Lon's...  Lon picked this big, shy chick -- he thinks
he's gonna train her to be a slut, or something.  He figures that she'll be
more... accommodating than some flashy girl -- more willing to take his shit
and be there for him..."

        Beth nodded.  "He may be right..."

        "I hope so, because if he gets too loose with his mouth...  Sally
isn't stupid, she's just big.  Hell, she might be smarter than Lon..." Toby
sighed.

        "Well, us big girls tend to be grateful for what we can get -- and
Lon is a catch..." Beth mused.

        "If you say so."  Toby moved on to his other subject of interest,
"Say, Ma, do you know what Louise's schedule is?"

        Beth raised her eyebrows.  "I think she sleeps after her shift --
especially if Fred isn't home.  Why?"

        "I thought I might pay her a visit."

        "She might like that!" Beth dimpled.  "I'd give her a call before
she goes to sleep..."

        "What about her husband?" Toby asked.

        "If a man answers, ask for one of the boys..."

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        "Hullo?"

        "Hey, Terence, it's Toby.  Is your Mama around?"

        "Well, yeah, but she's gettin' ready to crash..."

        "Hey, no problem, I just wanted to ask, not come over..."

        "Cool.  Mama!  Phone!" Terence roared.

        Louise picked up, "Hello?"

        "Hi, Louise -- it's Toby."

        "Hi, Baby.  How are you?"

        "Fine.  Hey, I know you're getting ready for bed, but I thought
maybe later..." Toby began.

        "Did Beth put you up to this?" Louise interrupted.  "You don't, if
you don't want to -- I'll understand..."

        "No, no, it was my idea; I thought maybe we could get in a talk
about things and maybe a little fun..."

        "Sure, Baby.  How is two?  We'd have to be done before five, or Fred
could get to be a problem..."

        "Hey, cool.  I'll see you then."

        "Okay, Baby!  Bye!"  Louise was smiling when she looked up.

        Terence was grinning.  "Toby gonna come over and even the score for
his mama?"

        "It sure looks like it..."

        "Cool."  Terence nodded.  "I'll hang out and keep lookout for Pa;
Damian has a date."

        "Oh?  With who?"

        "Candace."

        "Boy..." Louise eyed her eldest son askance.

        Terence shrugged.  "Damian swears that she's just bitching to hear
her mouth flap..."

        Louise grimaced.  "He could be right -- and he could be dead wrong!
You make sure he knows to come home if she gets cranky..."

        "Okay, Mama.  I'll tell him you said watch it.  I'm gonna go with
him, and if things look bad..."

        "All right, Boy.  I'm going to bed -- I want to be in good shape for
Toby..."

        "Night, Mama."

        "Good night, Son."

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        At about twelve-thirty, Lon and Rick set out separately on their
missions.  The arrivals differed, however; Rick got a voice mail from a
nervous Teela while he was on the road in which she said, "I really don't
want to go into this with Poppa -- can you meet me down the block?"  Lon, on
the other hand, was met at Sally's door by a short, somewhat heavyset woman
wearing eyeglasses low on her nose and her uncolored, grey-streaked hair in
a bun.  "You'd be Mr. Carpenter?" she asked.

        "Yes, Ma'am."

        "I'm Eleanor, Sally's mom.  Come inside -- she's upstairs, changing
her mind about something or another she's wearing..."  Eleanor backed up and
Let Lon in, parked him on the couch, and stood watching him with bird-bright
eyes.

        Lon returned the stare nervously.  Eleanor gave him a thorough
examination -- and she had to admit that he was quite the package.  "So,
you're into sports?" she asked.

        "Well, swim team," Lon replied.

        "Not much future in that," Eleanor murmured.

        "No," Lon agreed shortly.

        That was impressive in itself, Eleanor figured.  Most jocks would
have yakked about scholarships and such -- some of them going so far as to
toot their horn about professional prospects.  This one just eyed her
cautiously and agreed with her.  He was pretty, too -- he wouldn't have much
difficulty finding girls to feather his bed.  That being the case...  "Why
Sally?"

        'Fuck!'  "Why does everybody ask that?"

        "Boys that look like you are usually hunting elsewhere," Eleanor
replied.

        "Unsuccessfully," Lon replied.  "They tend to change up, either from
the start or later, when they realize that mirrors and charge cards are the
only things important to that bunch."

        "So, easy prey?"

        Lon took offense.  "You would call your daughter that?"

        "If the shoe fits."

        "That sucks."  Lon eyed the woman with distaste.  "I like what I see
when I look at her.  And I like what I hear when I talk to her."

        "I'm not sure that changes things.  I don't want her hurt.  Are you
sure your mother is going to be there?"

        "Give me something to write on, please," Lon asked, barely civil.
Poker faced, Eleanor collected paper and a pencil from an antique desk
nearby.  Lon took it and wrote out a phone number.  "That's my house.  You
can call there any time -- Mama will no doubt answer.  Do you want me to
write something here guaranteeing I'll return Sally intact?"

        "That... won't be necessary."  The boy was pissed -- THAT much was
clear...  "Sorry.  I'm sure you understand my concerns..."

        "Everybody seems to have them," Lon growled, clearly aggravated.
"Why can't anyone leave it alone?  Do you know how many variations on 'You
can do better' and 'Are you just looking for sex?' I've heard in the last
week or two?  Why does everybody assume that chasing some stupid, stuck-up,
bad-tempered, money-grubbing blonde whose only sense is for fashion is the
right way for me to go?  Why is everyone ELSE that stupid?"

        Eleanor was taken aback.  "Sorry!"

        Sally, sitting at the top of the stairs, was afraid to go down; she
was trying to get control over her features.  It wouldn't do to let Lon know
she'd heard that outburst...

        Downstairs, Lon grated, "Look, Sally looks good to me.  I can't,
like, pick it to pieces -- it's just the way things are.  There's an...
attraction.  I don't think that's bad..."

        "No, it isn't," Eleanor found her voice.  "It's just... surprising.
You'll have to forgive me -- being concerned for my daughter's welfare is my
job."

        "Sorry I went off," Lon replied.

        "I'm not," Eleanor insisted.  "It was very... honest."

        Sally got up and headed downstairs; the other two looked up when she
became visible.  She failed to school her features, though; it was obvious
to both of them that she had heard at least part of the conversation.
Eleanor stepped into the breach, "I'm afraid I added to the weight of public
opinion -- on the wrong side."  She looked at Lon, "And I learned that it
WAS the wrong side."

        Sally swallowed, trying to bring her eyes to Lon's, and not doing
well, "So, are we going?"

        "Yes."  Lon sounded vaguely surprised.  "Do you have everything?"

        "I'll get my purse."  She headed back up.  Sally was on the Pill --
her periods gave her terrible cramps.  But there were rubbers in her purse,
too.  After the conversation that she just heard, if Lon wanted to plunder
her, he could by God have it!  When she came back down, she locked eyes
briefly with her mother, who hadn't missed the significance of the ploy --
they'd had many talks about boys and birth control...  Eleanor grimaced, but
said nothing; if Sally came back missing her virginity, it would be
partially her fault.  "You two have a nice time," she murmured, in a belated
attempt to paper things over.

        Sally murmured, "Thanks."  Lon just nodded.  On the way to the car,
Sally husked, "Sorry!"

        "Not your fault," Lon sighed.  "I've apparently confused the crap
out of everybody south of God by being just a little less shallow than
expected...  Don't get any wild expectations, though -- I'm still self-
centered.  Wait until you meet Mama -- you'll see, I'm a real chip off the
old block..."  Sally giggled and things lightened up.

                       ----------------------------------

        Rick found Teela at the foot of her block in a pair of rip-stop hot
pants and a black bra under a gauzy ruffled black cover-up blouse.  Shiny
buckle shoes and thigh-high fishnets that didn't quite reach the hot pants
completed the look.  The hair spritz today was magenta...and she was lugging
a HUGE purse.  "Jeezus, Squirt, how come you always have to look like you're
turning tricks in a graveyard?"

        "It keeps the living off me, I guess," Teela replied.  "Except
succubi like you..."

        "Well, come on, then.  I reinforced the clothes bar in my walk-in
closet so we can both hang out and neck..."

        Teela opened the door and got in, placing the handbag on the seat
between them.  Rick took one look and grabbed the thing, tossing it into the
back.  "Uuhh!  What have you got in there, a gun?  A baseball bat?"

        "Both!" Teela grinned.  "Especially the bat -- I figured I might
need a little more reach..."

        "It won't help," Rick laughed.  "You can't hit what isn't there.  I
use Jedi mind-tricks on the weak-minded..."

        "I'll show you weak-minded!" Teela swatted his shoulder -- and it
connected, of course -- but it wasn't anything serious, and she was
grinning.

        "I certainly hope so!" Rick chuckled.  "I'm hoping you're thoroughly
gullible.  We're off to a good start -- you got in the car..."

        "Guess I'd better get the bat..." Teela turned in her seat.

        "Nope -- you're disarmed.  You're gonna have to suck it up, now..."
Rick started picking and pinching with his right hand, inviting squeals and
slaps on the arm.  Teela started wrestling with his right arm, trying to
fend him off -- but again, it wasn't terribly serious.  The climate between
them had changed, somewhat.  Teela ended up pinning his arm in her left
armpit and hanging onto his hand with both of hers; neither of them was
under any illusions as to whether this was truly a defensive move...

        Wheeling up into his driveway, Rick stopped the car and went to work
on Teela with both hands -- which got her out of the car and running.  "Hey,
better get your bag!" Rick yelled and reached back for it and started
digging.

        "You get OUT of there!" Teela yelled, running back to the car and
fighting with him for control of the bag.

        Laughing, Rick let her have the bag, circling to haul her out of the
car.  He pulled her out and closed the door, then led her along to the door
of the house by hauling on the bag's handle.

        Jean, drawn by the only somewhat expected uproar, opened the door;
Rick plowed right through, hauling Teela in behind him.  "What on Earth are
you doing?" Jean asked.

        "Coercing the weak-minded," Rick replied, laughing.

        Jean closed the door and turned to get a look at just what the cat
had dragged in -- and was immediately transported back in time almost two
decades!  The girl before her wasn't herself, but the look in her eye, the
mix of fear and bravado -- the look that said 'Look at me!' but feared to
see the result -- Jean knew a LOT about Teela at first glance, and it was
all a case of d�j� vu.  "Hi!" she said, smiling her most welcoming smile,
"I'm Jean..."

        "Hi."  Wary eyes watched her, fearing yet pleading for acceptance.

        Jean moved forward and took Teela's hand, smiling.  "Welcome!"
Turning to Rick, she said, "Richard, we need to talk!"  Turning back to
Teela, she said, "Nothing that you need worry about, Dear -- make yourself
at home!"

        Teela wasn't really reassured, but she settled on the couch.  Rick,
keyed by his mother's use of his formal first name, followed her into the
kitchen, where she whirled on him, "If you hurt that girl..."

        "What?"

        "Do you have ANY idea just how fragile that girl is?"

        "Well..."

        "I'm waiting..."

        "Okay, well, I know she dresses like that to get attention -- and
obviously will settle for NEGATIVE attention..."

        "What kind of attention do YOU give her?"

        "Well, it's kind of a fire and water thing...  She flares, and I
absorb it.  We... tussle a lot -- but it's becoming more play than it was
when we started..."

        "She strikes at you to defend herself -- and you cut right through
her defenses, right?  Is this normal for her?"

        "Apparently not -- she sort of repels most people on contact," Rick
shrugged.  "I kind of get a kick out of it...

        "Richard, when you are done with this girl, she will have NO
defenses!  You need to know that this is SERIOUS!  Are YOU serious?"

        "About Teela?  Mom, what is this all about?"

        "I had a girlfriend -- she had that same look to her -- no, not the
Goth stuff; it's in her face.  She was very fragile, inside, and covered it
with a lot of bluster and aggression.  Then she met a boy -- only he wasn't
serious.  She... committed suicide..."  Jean's eyes reflected her journey
back in time.  "She was my best friend..."

        "Oh..."  Rick looked shocky.

        "You need to be serious about her -- or you need to drop her, NOW!
Even then...  If she's here with you, she's already recognized what you are
to her..."

        "Okay, well, I think I decided it was serious a couple of days
ago..."

        "I'm serious, Dear!  If you hurt her, I don't know if I'll ever be
able to forgive you!"

        This wasn't something Mom came out with regularly -- in fact, it had
never happened before!  Rick got the point...  "I don't think there's a
problem, Mom."

        "Meaning what?  You don't believe me?" Jean demanded.

        "No, meaning I don't have any intention of dumping on Teela," Rick
replied.

        "You'd better not!" Jean insisted.  "But you need to think about the
other thing -- it's a serious complication!"

        "Yeah, I get that -- but what should I do?" Rick grunted.

        "Well...  I never thought I'd be saying this, but at some point --
soon, probably before you have sex -- you haven't, have you?"

        "No."

        "Well, I think you're going to need to come clean -- at least to an
extent.  But I'm not sure when -- she's going to need to feel relatively
secure, but you can't betray her..."

        "Great..." Rick rolled his eyes.  "Something simple..."

        "Well, you bought into this..." his mother pointed out.

        "It was more like a chemical reaction!" Rick retorted.

        "Do you wish it hadn't happened?" Jean asked gently.

        "No," Rick replied.  "It's a little weird, sometimes, but kinda
nice."

        "We'd better get in there -- this has gone on a while, and I
couldn't POSSIBLY have reassured her..." Jean headed for the door.

        In the living room, Teela had nervously pulled off her fishnet hose
and buckle shoes and was removing her blouse.  "Dear," Jean asked, "would
you like to use a bedroom or the bathroom to change into your suit?"

        "I'm almost done," Teela replied, blushing.  "I really don't have a
suit.  This stuff will get wet, though..."

        Jean cocked her head.  "Well, I'm a LITTLE bigger than you -- not
much -- but I have something that might be adjustable.  Let's go to my
room..."

        "Okay..." Teela had vague misgivings, but Rick shrugged; if his
mother was gonna have a fit and run her off, now was the time, Teela
guessed...

        But Jean started chattering like a magpie the minute they started
off.  "You don't swim, then?  Better not let Rick take you to the deep end
-- he'll be all over you and you'll have nowhere to go!  Are you afraid of
the water, Dear?  You can always divert him with sunbathing or something...
This will help..."  Jean fished a powder blue and shoestring bikini out of
the drawer -- at least that's what Teela THOUGHT it was!  It was almost
nothing!  "THIS will fit either one of us -- such as it is.  Us knobby-kneed
bow-legged girls need every bit of help we can get...  I think your breasts
are a bit bigger than mine; that's nice..."

        "Wow!  That's SMALL!  You wear that?" Teela burst out.

        "Well, only a couple of times.  It made a sensation when I did,
though..."  Jean eyed the younger girl.  "Is it too much?  I have something
a bit more robust in white, but it will be correspondingly harder to fit..."

        "N-no, it's fine...  Well, maybe.  I'm... kinda furry..." Teela
stammered.

        Jean grimaced.  "I forgot about that.  I had to trim things back
pretty tightly, myself...  Umm, we can do that, if you like..."

        "What would it look like?" Teela asked.

        "I can show you what I did..." Jean cocked her head, awaiting
permission -- no need to leave the girl with the idea that she was some kind
of exhibitionist... (given what they were up to, Jean was missing something
here, but hey...)

        "Okay."

        Jean unzipped her shorts and pulled them down, exposing the narrow
vertical strip of red fur she had left on her mons.  "Of course, you have to
work underneath, too, since it's a thong..."

        "Oh.  I dunno..."

        "Do you trust me?"

        Teela blinked.  Why should she?  But Rick's mother had been just
totally cool, except for when she dragged him off...  Cautiously, she asked,
"What did you say to Rick?"

        Jean blinked, thought about it, and looked vaguely sad.  "I told him
that if he hurt you, I'd never forgive him.  It's not a threat I deliver
lightly, either, Dear."

        Teela was rocked.  "Why?"

        "I really don't want to get embarrassing about it -- for either of
us..."

        Teela stared at her.  "I think I really need to know."

        "I've... seen your eyes, Dear.  I had a girlfriend once.  Her
boyfriend didn't realize what he was doing..."

        Teela's eyes went HUGE!  OMIGAWD!  Rick's WHOLE FAMILY could see
RIGHT THROUGH her!  She couldn't speak...

        Jean reached out and took both of Teela's hands, locking eyes with
the younger woman.  "You can come to me any time -- and we can talk about
anything!  Okay?"

        "S-sure!"  Teela's throat was so tight her voice barely worked.
Omigawd!

        Jean squeezed Teela's hands and broke the grip, turning away to hide
tears, "Now, about that trim..."

        "Fine," Teela croaked.

        "I'll go get some shaving stuff and tell the male contingent that
we'll be delayed," Jean chuckled.  "You get out of those and we'll see what
needs doing."  She strode off.

        Teela stood there, shocky, soaking it all in.  This was beyond
anything she ever expected!  She'd anticipated that Rick's momma would be
the enemy -- or at least a threat!  Instead, she was acting more like a
sister!  Or a mom...  Teela's mother was dead; wild driving had cost her her
life when Teela was ten.  Poppa -- well, he tried, but he wasn't even
fatherly.  Teela had been winging it forever...

        "We'll be out in a bit; Teela needs a trim," Jean announced.

        Rick took in his mother's watery eyes.  "Is everything okay?"

        Jean nodded.  "I think so.  Go get yourself ready -- and check on
the snacks!  You know she doesn't swim, right?"

        "No?"

        "Think about that -- and the fact that she's here..."  Jean turned
away.  Rick rubbed his face...

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        Meanwhile, Sally got a somewhat different reception from Candace.
Candace met her at the door in her yellow bikini; Sally took one look and
thought, 'Oh, God!'  Candace was the epitome of the 'A' list woman; if that
was Lon's mother, why was she here?  What chance on Earth did she have of
fitting in here?  "Uh, Hello, Mrs. Carpenter," she jerked out.

        "Call me Candace -- or Mama -- everybody else does..." Candace
replied with a cool smile.

        Sally watched Lon's mother give her the once-over -- and was ready
to run right there, but Lon had her by the hand, "Come on, the pool's this
way..."

        "I should probably stop and change in the bathroom," Sally said
faintly.

        "Okay, sure...  I'll go toss on some trunks," Lon added, leading her
to the bathroom.  "Be right back..."

        Candace was somewhat relieved; the girl WAS big, as advertised, but
she wasn't showing saddlebags or any serious rolls through the blouse and
shorts she came in wearing.  Maybe she would be halfway decent; certainly
Candace would get a more thorough look when she emerged from the bathroom in
a swimsuit...

        Meanwhile, Sally was in the bathroom having a panic attack; the
bikini she'd turned out in was no more revealing than Candace's, but with
her getting the third degree like that...  Sally wished to God that she'd
worn the one-piece, but it was too late now; slowly, she got out of her
shorts and removed the blouse.  Adjusting the cups around her rounded
breasts, she bucked up and headed out to face the music.

        Lon made it all good; one look and he was ogling her, virtually
drooling!  "Man, oh man, oh man..." he breathed, reverently.  Coming
forward, he took her hand to take her out back through the kitchen.

        In the kitchen, Sally came under Lon's mother's guns again, but
Candace tilted her head for a moment, then sat back reflecting mild
approval, rather than the expected ridicule and rejection.  Sally watched
the blonde woman over her shoulder until she was out of sight, but her face
never changed...

        Candace was more or less amazed!  The girl was big all over, and she
was wide-built, and she was well-padded -- but she was rounded, not fat!
Sally's belly pooched just a tiny bit, but it was above a deep vee where her
thighs descended from her wide hips -- and you could see the muscles and
tendons there, no problem.  Hell, Candace's belly had a little womanly pooch
-- and when you took into account the difference in size...  From behind,
Sally displayed a good-sized round ass on wide hips -- but it was round, not
blocky, and not supporting anything substantial in the way of saddlebags.
"Let me know if you kids need anything!" Candace called out as they hit the
door.

        The thing Lon couldn't get over (aside from her shape and that set
of big, round titties) was how smooth Sally looked.  He'd noticed it before,
but it was hard to describe; everything had just enough padding on it to be
smooth and flowing -- hands, fingers, arms, legs, toes.  Sally wasn't deeply
tanned, but she had a little bit -- and it emphasized things like the point
where those big round jugs made a valley between them, and the deep
indentation of her bellybutton.  Lon was in total lust!  This was the
jackpot -- even better than he'd imagined!

        Sally was shaky -- and it transmitted itself.  "Lon, what are you
looking at?"

        "Heaven..."

        "Yeah right!"  Sally covered her face.  "Your mother is probably in
there either laughing or puking..."

        "Are you nuts?  Oh, Baby!" Lon closed on her and stood there, inches
away, indecisive.  "Look, I'm gonna..."

        Sally snatched her hands away.  He was right on top of her!  "What?"

        "Hug you..."  Lon stepped forward and collected Sally in his arms.
"Mama's opinion really doesn't count, here -- but if she was gonna say
something nasty, it would have already happened..."

        "As it is, I was pleasantly surprised," Candace's voice came from
the door.  "Of course, I'm sure you know that high heels are out, Hon -- you
can't go taller than your date..."  As it was, Sally nearly matched Lon's
height, barefoot.  "Maybe an extra inch or two..."  She stood there, looking
amused.

        "So, THAT's handled," Lon chuckled.

        Sally hid her face in his shoulder, "Gawd, I'm SO embarrassed!"

        "Hey, you want to hang out there, I'm good with that..." Lon
murmured, chuckling.

        "Lon, you don't have to..."

        "I don't have to WHAT?"

        "I know what I look like.  And a zillion other people have confirmed
it for me."

        "How many of them have seen you in your birthday suit?  Or close to
it?" Lon demanded.

        "Well..."

        Lon stepped back far enough to be able to take Sally's chin.  "I am
NOT jerking you and I'm telling you that to ME you're HOT!"

        Sally smiled sadly.  "I'm not buying."

        Lon frowned.  "Okay -- what would it take?"

        "Huh?"

        "What would it take for you to believe me?"

        "Gee, I dunno..."

        "Well, lookit -- I want pictures..."

        "ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Sally screeched.

        "Jeez!  Why not!  I want to do my bedroom walls in life-size pinup
girl..." Lon argued.

        "Well, where are you going to get one?"

        "Right here..." Lon waved her up and down.

        "Lon, if you're gonna make fun of me, you should take me home!"

        "WHAT?  NO FUCKING WAY!"  Lon caught himself.  "I mean, okay, if you
insist, but I REALLY, REALLY want to know why..."

        "You're teasing me.  I know you can't possibly be serious with this
line..."

        "Okay, stop!"  Lon put his hands out to quell her.  "This is going
TOTALLY wrong!  I really can't believe you think you're ugly -- do you?"

        "I'm a cow!  Everybody says so!  Until a week ago, boys avoided me
like the plague!  Then suddenly you show up and start acting like Prince
Charming...  What am I supposed to think?" Sally ranted.

        Lon shook his head.  "That is the most fucked up...  Okay, let's
leave this subject totally for a while -- but I want to leave you with one
thought -- okay?"

        "What's that?"

        "Different strokes for different folks..."

        "Huh!  Right!  You know, even your friend Rick thinks I'm a cow..."

        "Yeah, and he's chasing Teela, who looks a LOT like a skeleton -- or
a cadaver!  MY point is made, here!" Lon retorted.

        Sally giggled in spite of herself.  "What's THAT all about?"

        Lon shook his head, "I have NO idea!  Trust me!"

        Sally grinned and let Lon lead her to the pool's edge, "Whatever it
is, it's working, too!  Teela's a mess right now.  He's all over her like a
coat of paint any time she goes after him -- and I guess they've been
necking and stuff..."

        "I'd have thought she would be totally bullet-proof," Lon mused.
The pair sat on the pool edge and dangled their legs in the water.

        "I probably shouldn't say anything..." Sally said cautiously.  "If
you tell Rick..."

        "They can get in enough trouble on their own," Lon assured her.

        "Well, I'm worried," Sally confided.  "Teela, well, she's had it
hard.  Her momma is dead, and her daddy doesn't understand girls -- and
doesn't try any too hard.  So sure, she puts up a wall -- but it's like an
egg -- she's soft behind it.  Rick, well, seems to just go right through..."

        Lon nodded.  "I'm not surprised.  Rick's not known for his charm, or
anything, but it seems like every time they're together, she goes after him
about something and he uses some sort of mental jiu-jitsu on her.  Even he
doesn't know how..."

        Sally sighed.  "To continue the egg simile, I'm afraid he's gonna
crack her and scramble her."

        "I'm not," Lon replied.  "What you haven't heard is his end.  He's
all strung out on her.  I heard they're already making out and stuff, too.
He was going to ask her out to his house today..."

        "Oh?"  This was news!  "So, it's... mutual?"

        Lon shrugged.  "Seems to be.  You heard about the run-in at the
movies the other day, right?"

        "Yeah..."

        "Well, by the time that was over, I guess they were pretty well
wrapped up in one another.  Rick's decided she's his soul-mate or
something..."

        "Really..."

        "Yeah.  Want to swim a bit?"


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