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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 34 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 34

        "Okay, that's the easy part," Jean announced.  Teela was reclining
on her elbows at the side of the bed, her feet on the floor.  Beside her was
a towel and a washcloth.  Jean was wiping shaving foam from her razor onto
the towel, which contained ample evidence that Teela's hair was not
naturally black, but rather a rich, dark brown.  The pair had messed around
a bit, trying to get a diamond pattern shaven into the unusually dense but
relatively straight fur on Teela's mons -- the classical five-sided, flat-
top diamond shape used in jewelry store signs, not the simpler parallelogram
oriented on a point.  "Raise your legs and let's see what's going on down
below."

        The pair had been shaving and trimming for fifteen minutes; Teela
was totally at ease as she pulled her legs up and placed her feet parallel
to the edge of the bed, opening her vaginal area fully to the older woman.
Jean took a look at the result and pursed her lips; the thin, dark wisps
that lay flat along Teela's labia were soft and straight and, aside from
where the tips met in a line along her pursed lower lips, would not
interfere with the fit of the thong bottom of the suit.  They WOULD,
however, be an incitement to riot if Rick got to see them; they made Teela's
little pussy absolutely beautiful!  "I'm just going to trim this where it
all meets, instead of shaving it; the effect is, well, striking -- and it
will be covered adequately," Jean announced.

        "Okay..." Teela agreed nervously, "If you're sure..."

        "I am."  Jean snipped at the tips, clearing them from Teela's nether
lips, leaving just the area where her almost vestigial inner lips extended
between the pursed outer ones bare, trimming right at the point where the
straight strands extended beyond the mound and crossed above it -- then she
collected a mirror to show the young woman the result, "See?"

        "Won't that show?" Teela asked.

        "Normally, no.  The fabric will cover it.  But if you intend on
bending over right in Rick's face..." Jean grinned.  The thong's fabric
patch would likely drop away a bit, leaving Teela exposed in that position.
"Well, let's just say that I won't be responsible..."  She ran her finger
along Teela's perineum.  "This area is clear, and the way those little wisps
lay like that, looking combed -- well, it's quite fetching!  Sometimes, you
just can't improve on Mother Nature..."

        "Okay," Teela grinned back, eyes alight.  Jean was something else;
the way the older woman had taken to her was just amazing...

        "All right, then.  A little witch hazel and we're all set," Jean
announced, wiping Teela's mons with the washrag.  She picked up the bottle
from the floor and poured a little in her hand, applying it in a no-nonsense
fashion to Teela's mons to finish things up.  "All done!"

        "Cool!"  Teela had been pretty furry, up top, and they'd trimmed
things as much -- if not more -- than defining it with the razor.  Now her
fur patch was short and sleek, and -- most important -- small enough to
remain hidden under the tiny wisp of fabric that was the main body of the
suit bottom.

        Jean helped Teela fit the top's tiny triangles over her breasts
(well, the tips, anyway) and tie off the sides of the bottoms and pronounced
the fitting complete, "There!  Gawd!  You're positively dangerous!"  She
eyed the younger woman speculatively.  "Do you want me out there?"

        Teela eyed herself in the mirror while she chose her answer.  Jean
was wonderful -- like a sister -- but she was Rick's MOTHER!  Teela felt
that she and Rick had moved beyond their rough beginnings and something new
was about to happen -- something that might at least approach sex!  What
imperatives would watching them neck bring out in Jean?  Who would she want
to protect?  Her?  Rick?  Both of them?

        Meanwhile, there was this outfit...  Daring on Jean, the bikini was
an incitement to riot on Teela.  The tiny triangles up top covered Jean's
protruding nipples and enough flesh to be a sop at decency -- just barely;
on Teela, whose pointed cones were at least a half a cup size up from
Jean's, they were almost pasties -- and soft, firm, conical flesh was
exposed all around the perimeters of the cups.  Below, things were similar
for both of them; thin slightly bowed legs descending from kitten hips,
punctuated by knobby knees -- and tight, round asses that looked like a pair
of softballs bisected by the thong's vertical strap.  Teela was just
slightly smaller -- not enough to grant anything serious in the way of
additional coverage -- especially since both women had a decided gap at the
juncture of their legs, even standing with their feet together.  Neither of
them had a belly -- well, Jean was showing a bit of thickening that she
suspected was the result of her birth control pills, since it had come on
recently...

        Teel took a shot at her feelings, "I really think..."

        "What does he do to you?" Jean asked.

        "It's like there are two of him," Teela confided.  "One is full of
fun -- and no matter how wild I get, he just deflects it -- usually back at
me.  The other one is a guy I can have a serious conversation with -- and
believe that he's being totally honest with me."

        "How does he make you feel?"

        "Defenseless -- which is scary -- and welcome," Teela mused.  "We're
approaching something; I can't generate a decent attack -- and I don't
really want to.  I want HIM to defend me."

        "What if he doesn't understand?"

        "I don't know..."

        "I told him that this isn't a game -- and that he can hurt you,
badly," Jean confided.  "He seems to understand.  But in relationships,
there are no guarantees..."  She sighed.  "I don't want to see you laid to
waste.  Protect yourself.  This may be where you learn that you have
potential mates out there -- but Rick isn't the one..."

        "Do you want me to stop?" Teela asked.  "Run?"

        "No, I want it to be all right -- for both of you.  But I fear for
you, in particular," Jean replied.

        "Thanks."  Teela reached out and grasped the older woman's forearm,
and stared into her eyes.  "I really don't think there is anything else to
do but try..."  Jean nodded, and Teela headed out the door toward where Rick
could be heard pacing the kitchen and grumbling.

        "Well, it's about...  HOLY SHIT!" Rick exclaimed.  His eyes popped,
his mouth flew open... And Teela went radiant from the reception, which only
turned things up.  "You're gorgeous!"

        "Keepa you hands off, Bucko!" Teela grinned.  "Lookie, but no
touchie!"

        "Just jail me and get it over with!" Rick howled.  "How on Earth am
I supposed to do THAT?"

        "Well..."  Teela smiled over her shoulder as she headed on through
the back door, employing an overly exaggerated swivel-hipped stride, "Maybe
dunking yourself in the pool will keep your dork from shredding your swim
trunks..."

        "Why, you...!"  Rick took off chasing her at a run, and Teela,
laughing, kicked up her heels, headed for the pool.

        Jean watched this from the bedroom door, smiling faintly.  Teela
still had the weapons left that all women wield...

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        Lon and Sally had been in and out of the pool two or three times;
Lon, of course, was an accomplished swimmer -- but Sally did quite well,
too.  "Why haven't you gone out for swim team?" Lon asked, while they
dangled their legs in the water, side by side.

        "I'm too big," Sally replied.  "Specifically, THESE are too big."
She indicated her breasts.

        "Oh."  Lon didn't know where to go from there; they were marvelous,
as far as he was concerned, but did they have a purpose he could point to?
No.  Nothing he could say would get his point across without sounding
crass...

        Sally moved on.  "I heard something -- second, or maybe third hand.
I think it was supposed to be helpful, but it raises a lot of questions..."

        "Oh?"  Lon blinked.  "What?"

        "Teela said that Rick told her that you weren't just trying to use
me for sex because it wasn't necessary; she said that he said that you
already had a steady supply of no-strings sex, so that wasn't an issue..."
She turned to face him.  "Is that true?"

        Lon blanched.  "He said that?"

        "Is it true?"

        Lon shoved his hair back from his face.  "I suppose you want to know
all about it..."

        "Yes.  I deserve to, don't I?" Sally asked.

        "Do you?  You're putting me between a rock and a hard place here,"
Lon replied.  "You don't trust me, and you don't believe me when I tell you
how I feel about you -- but you want me to drop a dime on other people.  Is
that fair?"

        "Well..."

        "If I rat out somebody else, does that make me trustworthy?"

        "Well, no..."

        "Exactly.  I need commitments from you before I can do something
like that," Lon insisted.

        "What kind of commitments?" Sally asked carefully.

        "Well, maybe I should ask YOU some questions -- do you like sex?
Here I am, trying to get into a relationship with you and I don't know if
you like sex..." Lon pressed.

        "I really don't know..." Sally replied, dazed.

        "You don't know?  Does that mean you've done it and can't decide, or
you haven't done it?" Lon demanded, on a roll.

        "I haven't done it."

        "No shit?"

        "No."

        "Well, what about masturbating -- you do THAT, don't you?"

        "Lon!"

        "C'mon!  Everybody does!"

        "Okay, well, yes..."

        "How often?"

        "LON!"

        "Well?

        "Come on!  This is PERSONAL!"

        "You bet it is!  If I tell you what you want to know, it'll be
personal for more people than just me!"

        "What do you want from me?" Sally whined.

        "I want you to trust me!" Lon replied.  "Have I done ANYTHING that
would lead you to believe I'm jerking your chain?"

        "No..."

        "Come here!"  Lon reached out and drew her in.  Sally thought about
fighting it, but that really didn't square with her basic feelings on the
matter.  Lon's strong arm around her shoulder felt GOOD!  "So why do you
mistrust me?"

        "Everybody says I should?" Sally supplied tentatively.

        "But what do YOU think?"

        "Well, I'm fine until you say something silly like I'm beautiful..."

        "WHAT?"  Sally was going to continue with, '...and you ruin your
credibility,' but she found herself flat on her back on the tiles with Lon
hovering above her, pinning her shoulders.  "That's SILLY?  That's God's
honest truth!" Lon roared.

        Sally eyed Lon in amazement.  How could anyone with that look on his
face be lying?  "But nobody else..."

        "Fuck 'em!  Fuck 'em ALL!" Lon ranted.  "If they don't see what I
see, who gives a shit?"

        "Calm down!  You're scaring me!" Sally wailed.

        "Well, WHAT does it TAKE?" Lon whined.  "Do you REALLY think you're
ugly?"

        "Well, maybe not ugly..."

        "What's going on out here?" Candace yelled from the patio door.
"Lon, get up off her!  Honey, are you all right?"

        Lon went to hands and knees and Sally came up on her elbows.  "Mama.
Sally thinks she's ugly!" Lon growled, outraged, "and she won't believe
anything nice I say about her!"

        Candace blinked and turned her attention to Sally.  "Honey, when he
told me about you, I expected God knows what -- but there's nothing wrong
with you that I can see..."  She spread her hands.  "I was pleasantly
surprised!"

        "But I'm big..." Sally protested.

        "We come in all shapes and sizes, Hon -- and for yours, you sure
fill a bikini..."  Candace shrugged.  "Besides, it seems to be a drawing
card with Lon..."

        "Surely, you're not..." Sally began.  Was Lon's mother backing him
up for some nefarious reason?

        Candace showed her teeth.  "Honey, if I didn't think you might be
okay for Lon, I'd be doing everything I could think of to see you walking
home, watering the sidewalk with great big tears -- but, hey, it looks like
he might have his head on straight, so..."  She shrugged.  "Different things
set off different guys; I'm an acquired taste for some, and totally
uninteresting to others -- and a different group will chase me, drooling, on
sight!  Why should you be any different?  There are gonna be guys out there
that lust after you, Honey -- it's a statistical certainty.  Given that, if
a boy DOES tell you he thinks you're hot, why not believe him?"

        "Well, what if he's lying?"

        Candace cocked her head.  "There are a lot of fish in the sea, Hon
-- why would any guy go to a lot of work to get into the panties of a girl
he considered to be disgusting?"  She shook her head disparagingly.  "A
woman might play a trick like that, but men are WAY too simple..."

        "Simple?" Lon glared.

        "As in direct, Hon -- not as in stupid."  Candace shifted her
attention back to Sally.  "Boys are more direct than we are -- and less
patient in getting results.  You guys have been out once and you've been
HERE, looking like THAT -- has he groped you?"

        "No."

        "Well, then."  She shrugged, turned away indifferently.  "There is
such a thing as being overly paranoid."  She disappeared into the house.

        Sally flopped back on the tiles.  "So why haven't you?"

        "Why haven't I what?"

        "Groped me?"

        Lon rolled his eyes.  "Aside from the fact that it would confirm
your worst suspicions and probably end any chance of us having a
relationship?  Gee, I dunno..."  He grimaced, shaking his head.

        "So you want to..."

        "DUH!"

        Sally's mouth quirked.  "Daily."

        "Huh?"

        "I masturbate every day, just about -- generally more than once."
She smiled lazily.  "Lately, there's been one certain boy in my
fantasies..."

        "FUCK!"  Control went out the window.  The next thing Lon knew, they
were kissing; he was cradling Sally's head, sliding his tongue through her
lips, and she was rubbing his flanks with both hands -- not exactly fighting
things...

        Not EVEN was more like it!  She knew what she'd triggered when she
saw that wild look in his eyes -- and the results?  Wonderful!  THIS was
something she'd waited for a LONG time!

        The spent the next fifteen minutes kissing and hugging -- but she
could FEEL him fighting with himself, keeping it clean...

        Enough was enough!  Pushing on his shoulders, she gasped, "Okay!
NOW I need to know!"

        "Huh?  Oh!"  He rolled off her and sat up.  "It's complicated."

        "Uh huh."  She wasn't arguing -- she was prepared to accept the
statement.

        "Mama started it, dating young guys.  I got to thinking..."

        "You're sleeping with your mother?" Sally exclaimed, shocked.

        "No, no!  Pipe down!"  He slid forward and dropped his legs into the
water again, then took her hand and pulled her up beside him.  "I did some
research," he announced, dipping his finger into the water, then drawing a
vertical and a horizontal line on the tile with his wet finger.  "Girls
mature sexually around twelve, on average, but their interest in sex and
their ability to have it and enjoy it slopes up gradually.  Lots of girls
just aren't that interested when they're teenagers -- or not right away,
anyway.  But it builds to a peak at about twice our age..."  He drew another
line -- one that swept up to a peak immediately, then tended downward slowly
from there.  "This is guys.  We're horny from the minute the equipment
works, and basically, the only thing that slows us down is age!  Now, what
does that mean?"

        Sally considered the graph that was slowly melting from the tile
from the sun's heat.  "Um, young guys are best handled by older women?"

        "Bingo!"

        "Soooo..."  Sally had no more dots to connect.

        "Guys our age don't meet older women -- and when we do, it's not
exactly in a dating situation, usually.  But we know women who are here," he
marked the female peak area with his finger, "and don't have husbands -- and
whom we've met socially -- and who have obviously HAD sex..."

        Sally frowned.  "Who?"

        "Coincidentally, this is just about twice our ages..."  Lon pointed
at the mark.  "I have friends whose mothers aren't married or anything.
They have seventeen-year-old sons, so sex isn't anything new -- but they
aren't getting any.  I know THEM, socially, because I know their sons...
The last ingredient is to get help and support from my friends, instead of
having them interfere -- which is easy, since they're horny, too..."

        "You're having sex with somebody's mother?"  Sally was aghast.

        "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Lon shrugged.  "Arguably,
it still is.  Generally, it's a no-strings situation -- the people who need
it the most get their ashes hauled...  We get experience -- from a woman who
HAS experience..."

        "What do you need a girlfriend for?" Sally asked.

        "I can't date -- we can't get emotionally involved...  There are
things that aren't dealt with.  Guys my age fall in love, too, you know.
This other thing isn't a relationship -- it's just mutual relief."  'Well,
except for Toby and Jean,' Lon thought -- but THAT was best swept under the
rug, for now.  The general case was complicated enough...  "Love, romance,
sharing, being with someone -- those aren't really part of the picture.
It's more like swinging, or wife-swapping -- except nobody has a wife."

        "What do I do about this?" Sally asked, more or less rhetorically.

        "I dunno," Lon replied, musing.  "There are a couple of obvious
paths...  We don't know how much you like sex -- you might want help..."  He
looked away.  "I need a lot of sex..."  He looked back at her, "Or, I can
put the other thing away."  He looked away again, "Or you can tell me to go
jump off a cliff."

        Sally eyed him.  This was heavy-duty -- did she want to get into
this?  "How many?"

        "Women?"

        "Yes."

        "Three."

        "Wow!"  If Lon was having regular sex with three other women, what
would be left for her?  "That's a lot of..."

        "Well, it's shared," Lon elaborated.  "There are other guys..."

        This brought up a number of lurid visions...  "Lon, maybe you better
take me..."

        "What?  Aw, dammit!"  Lon backed off, rubbing his face in despair.
NOW what?  "Look, it's all history!  You can't pop me for the past!  I'll
just pass..."

        Sally scrubbed her cheeks with her hands.  "My brain is mush!  It's
too much to take in!  I need a second opinion!"

        "From who?  Teela?"  'Shit!  Rick's gonna get hosed, too!'

        "No, maybe not..."  Sally thought about it.  "Let's go inside."

        "Okay."  Lon got up and wrapped her in her towel, then gathered his.
Taking her hand, he led her inside.  "Do you want your clothes?"

        "Not just yet."  Lon's mother was lounging in the next room,
watching television.  "Does she know?"

        "Do I know what, Hon?"

        Lon nodded.  Sally answered, "About the women."

        Candace sat up.  "Yeah, I know about it -- Hell, I'm in the pool!"
Sally flashed an amazed look at Lon; Candace picked it up and moved into the
breach.  "What has he told you?"

        "Your mother?" Sally burst out.

        "No, Honey, if you're thinking that Lon and I..." Candace threw out
her hands.  "Ummm, family fun is against the group's charter.  I don't do
Lon -- or vice-versa."

        "You said three..."

        "Not counting Mama," Lon clarified.

        "I don't know what to say about this," Sally moaned.

        "So I gather that this isn't going as well as hoped?" Candace
frowned, eyeing Lon.  "What's the problem, Hon?"

        "Well, I can't understand why he's bothering, I guess..." Sally
replied.

        "Sounds like Jean," Candace rolled her eyes.  "What has he given you
for a reason?"

        "Umm, that what he's doing isn't a relationship."

        "It isn't," Candace agreed.  "More than anything else, it's mutual
relief.  But it's a learning situation, too -- he's not fumbling in some
back seat with a girl who knows even less than he does..."

        "Three women..."

        "I'd say one, primarily, at this point, Hon."   Candace turned to
Lon.  "Why don't you call Beth and have her talk to her?  I'm probably not
your best representative."

        "Good idea!" Lon picked up the phone and dialed Tolliver's.  "Beth?"

        "Oh, hi Sweetie!" Beth oozed.  "What can I do for you?"

        "Umm, well, I brought my girlfriend home, and we're kind of in heavy
weather.  Rick said something about the group..."

        "Uh oh..."

        "Yeah.  Mama thinks you might say something that would help;
Sally's... confused..."

        "Well, I'll try, Sweetie -- no promises..."

        "Thanks, Beth."  Lon handed Sally the phone.  "This is Beth.  She
might give you better answers than most..."

        "Hello?" Sally took the phone tentatively.

        "Hi -- Sally, is it?"

        "Yes..."

        "I just heard about you today.  Lonnie is going to have real issues
trying to get a girlfriend under the circumstances..."  Beth paused a
moment, "So Lonnie told you he was having sex with an old fat woman..."

        "Well, no, not like that..." Sally flashed a glance at Lon.

        "He wouldn't -- he's a sweetheart.  But it's what's happening."

        Sally covered the mouthpiece.  "She says she's fat!"

        Lon rolled his eyes.  Candace produced a twisted grin and replied,
"She's a little chunky -- and has a self-image worse than yours, Hon."

        "Okay..." Sally said carefully into the phone.

        "How can I help you, Sweetie?" Beth asked.

        "Ummm, well, I'm having trouble seeing the up-side of all this..."

        "Hmmmm, well, you can be sure that he's not just playing you for
sex..." Beth replied.

        "I can?"

        "Oh, yeah," Beth insisted.  "I'm no catch; I went without for YEARS!
But I love the stuff -- which makes me kind of a slut."  She paused.
"Lonnie is a sweetheart; as far as I'm concerned, he need NEVER do without,
because I'll spread for him any time he wants it -- so he really must have
other reasons for wanting to be with you!"

        "Well, I'd heard something like that..." Sally mused.  "He says he
would stop..."

        "Oh." Beth grunted.  "That would, well, suck..."  She perked up.
"But it makes my point.  Why would he give up a sure thing?  Are you two
having sex?"

        "Uh, no..."

        "Sweetie, he's trying to tell you something!  Jeez!" Beth insisted.
"What do you need to hear?"  Continuing in a more reasonable tone, Beth
said, "You know, Sweetie, in a pinch, one of us girls can do several guys at
a sitting -- but we generally don't want to do that every day.  Guys,
however -- especially guys Lonnie's age -- recharge a couple of times a
day...  It seems to me that Lonnie is offering you a lot more than a lot of
loose talk, here -- you must be HOT!"

        "Well, I don't think so," Sally replied.  "I'm... big, too..."

        "Oh." Beth paused a moment.  "I've been told that I'm to blame for
Lonnie's interest in bigger women..."

        "Really?" Sally eyed Lon -- one question was answered...

        "Yes," Beth confirmed.  "I hope I haven't set the bar too high for
you -- I'm a total slut, I'm afraid."

        "Oh?"  Sally couldn't guess what that might mean.

        "Yes...  Lonnie's going to have... expectations.  How much do you
know about sex, Dear?"

        "Ummm, nothing, first-hand..." Sally admitted.

        "Okay, I don't get it," Beth rasped.  "Sweetie, Lonnie's apparently
offering you a blank check -- and you don't even have a bank account!
What's the problem here?"

        "Why are you mad?" Sally asked.

        "Because I'm gonna miss him, if you grow sense and take what he's
offering!" Beth whined.  "Lonnie is, well, nicely equipped -- and he knows
what he's doing!  Not to mention the fact that he's a total sweetheart!"
She sighed.  "What seems to be the basic problem, Sweetie?"

        "Well, instinct, mostly.  Three women?" Sally replied.

        "Hmph!  Three OLD women who can't compete with you on the love and
marriage front!  Would you prefer we were three young girls in your class?"
Beth retorted.

        "God, No!  I wouldn't stand a chance!" Sally wailed.  "Why he is
chasing me..."

        "What else, then?"

        "That's it, I guess..."

        "Sweetie, I'm hearing that you can't figure out why he's chasing you
in the first place -- and then you're looking a gift horse in the mouth!"

        "Umm, kinda dumb, huh?" Sally responded.  "What would YOU do?"

        "Well, for ONE thing," Beth chuckled, "I'd get it while it's hot and
quit looking for the dark side!  If I was you -- well, I'm not..."

        "Go ahead, anyway..." Sally said.

        "How many boyfriends have you had, to date?" Beth demanded.

        "Well, none..."

        "And how good do you consider your prospects to be?"

        "Awful!" Sally groaned.

        "Sweetie, I discovered sex at a frat party in college -- not through
any want of trying at your age!  And it wasn't a sweet and tender moment,
either -- do you know what pulling a train is?"

        "Omigawd!"

        "None of those guys was as nice as Lonnie!  Heck, the guy I ended up
marrying wasn't as nice as Lonnie!  Are you catching my drift?"

        "Sort of.  Maybe not everything..." Sally admitted.

        "Sweetie, if I was you, I'd not go trying to pin Lonnie to the mat
just yet -- largely because you don't know anything, and it's unfair to him!
But I'd be taking him up on his basic offer -- and I'd be in an AWFUL hurry
to lose my panties!" Beth declared.

        "But I don't KNOW anything!" Sally wailed.

        "Lonnie does -- that puts you one up on many young couples," Beth
replied.  "But he's been having sex with old, broken-in broads like me...
You might want to use us as a resource -- learn from the pros, so to
speak..." Beth chuckled.

        "How would I do that?" Sally asked.

        "Have him bring you around to see me for a talk, anyway -- after
that, it depends how brave you are.  What all HAVE you done?"

        "Nothing," Sally replied, miserably.

        "Nothing, nothing?  As in not ANYTHING?  Hand-jobs, head, anything?"
Beth asked.

        "Not even close..." Sally replied.  "Lon is..."

        "Your first shot," Beth finished.  "Sweetie, don't freak on me, but
what about girls?  What about pleasing yourself?"

        "Um, no -- and yes." Sally replied.  This conversation was SO
embarrassing!

        "Something, then."  Sally didn't have to see Beth to know she was
shaking her head.  "Often?"

        "Every night."

        "Do you have any toys?" Beth queried.

        "No, not as such.  I have a hairbrush..."  Sally glanced up; Lon was
looking puzzled, but Candace was grinning wickedly.  Sally blushed.

        Beth sighed.  "Sweetie, from where I sit, you don't deserve him.
Now, if I was to guess, Lonnie would be thrilled to death if you'd let him
bring you to old Auntie Beth and let her make a shameless slut out of you --
after which you'd at least be in the running..."

        "Parts of that sound sort of like my worst fears," Sally objected.

        "No, Sweetie -- you're worried about doing all of that and getting
kicked to the curb!  From the sound of things, you're already in -- at least
for now.  Consolidating your position is a lot different than scrambling for
it in the first place -- but I'd DEFINITELY be doing everything I could!"

        "Like what?" Sally asked.

        "Do you know what deep-throat is?" Beth asked.

        "I have a pretty good idea..."

        "Lonnie is spoiled -- I don't have much of a gag reflex.  For
Lonnie, it isn't a blowjob unless your nose is in his pubic hair..." Beth
cackled.

        "Is it hard to learn?"

        "You won't get it the first time..."  Beth paused.  "Sweetie, do you
squick easily?"

        "Squick?"

        "Is there anything that you know of that just makes you go, 'EWWWW,
I won't do THAT!'?  What about, say, anal sex?"

        "No, that's okay," Sally murmured.  "I've heard it's messy, but it's
safe..."

        "An enema first will keep it from being messy, too," Beth chuckled.
"Girls?"

        "I... have a girlfriend who was pushing...  I was avoiding it
because I didn't want to settle..."

        "I can see that," Beth mused.  "Multiple partners?"

        "That's... kind of edgy..." Sally said cautiously.

        "If you felt perfectly safe?" Beth pressed.  "If one of them was
ALWAYS Lonnie, for instance?"

        "I... don't know."

        "That's fair," Beth replied.  "I was just asking.  If you were
really uptight, I'd advise you to tell Lonnie 'Thanks, but no thanks,' and
send him back out to look for another girl.  As it is, you might just get
there..."

        "All that?" Sally was amazed.

        "A good bit of it," Beth replied.  "I deliberately went a bit
beyond..."  She sighed.  "You've heard the worst of it -- now you need to
make the call.  If I was you, I wouldn't be worrying about a bunch of old
women who can actually HELP you -- I'd be worrying about how I was going to
make myself worthy of what Lonnie is offering.  But I'm not you..."

        "You're pretty convincing, though," Sally sighed.

        "You think about it -- don't let me push you into something you
can't handle.  Still, if nothing else, I've given you enough that you can
look at this with your eyes wide open..."

        "Thank you, Beth," Sally said formally.

        "You're welcome, Sweetie.  Good luck!"

        "Thanks!"  Sally put away the phone, pensive.  Lon watched her
anxiously, and obviously wanted to ask questions, but Candace could see that
Sally wasn't ready for any such thing.

        "Lon, Honey, take her down to the rec room and sit with her.  Answer
her questions, but don't ask any -- let her work her way through this
herself," Candace directed.  "Is that okay with you, Hon?"

        "Uh huh."  Sally nodded vacantly.  Lon stood up and began leading
her toward the stair -- gently, supporting her and directing her from behind
at the elbow as if she were a cripple.

        "Sally?" Candace cut in, "I don't know what Beth said to you, but
whatever it was, I don't think I'd be planning on half measures.  If you
can't go all in, you probably better not bother.  Don't kid yourself."

        Lon looked horrified -- he couldn't see how THAT piece of advice was
going to help anything!  Sally merely nodded.  Candace watched the pair head
downstairs, her lips pursed.  This Sally could be wonderful for Lon -- or
she could be just like any other girl.  From where she sat, Lon had done a
good job picking her -- but it was a lot to swallow, and the group's
activities had been revealed to her too early.  She was going to have to
discuss that with Lon later...

        Lon parked Sally on the big leather couch downstairs and just sat
with her, holding her right hand.  Sally pushed her way through the
incredible mess that she'd been presented with.  She agreed with Beth that
she wasn't worthy of Lon in the first place -- that had been her reason for
suspicion -- but Beth had gone on to indicate that she was lacking in other
ways, too, and that Sally was approaching the situation from the wrong
direction, entirely; rather than viewing Lon's approach with suspicion, she
should be doing everything she could to capitalize on it!  This approach
made a lot more sense to Sally, actually, than running off the only boy ever
to show any interest in her...

        The sex issue was telling, actually; if Lon was having sex
regularly, then it made no sense that he was chasing her just for sex...
The flip side of the issue was troubling -- but Beth's contention that Sally
wasn't ready for Lon sexually left her without a whole lot to say in the
matter.  In fact, Sally's best bet was to actually get help from the other
women involved in order to be able to meet Lon's expectations!  That
demanded acceptance of the current situation, as a minimum...

        Bottom line, if Sally wanted to be Lon's girl (and she did), she
needed to pull her head out of her ass...  He seemed desperate, and might
GIVE the job to her -- but she would have to earn it, or the coveted
position would slip away...

        Lon got his first inkling of the results of this thought process
when Sally slid closer to him and dropped her head on his shoulder.  "I've
been an idiot, haven't I?" she husked.

        "Well, I dunno," Lon replied, dropping her hand to wrap an arm
around her.  "I'd kind of hoped to have a few of the basics settled between
us before going into who I've been sleeping with..."

        "Maybe, but I've got a ways to go before I could hope to compete..."

        Lon frowned.  "What did Beth tell you?"

        "A lot, I think.  I need to meet Beth -- and maybe the other two."

        Lon shrugged.  "They're probably not important..."

        "Okay."  Sally lifted her head.  "Lon, I want to be your girl.  I
won't hold you to a bunch of stupid promises based on rights I haven't
earned, though."

        Lon frowned.  "What does THAT mean?"

        "It means that until I can at least compete, I won't ask you to lop
off your sex life."

        "Really?"  Lon found this disturbing.  "Why not?"

        "Because if I make you promise not to have sex elsewhere, then fail
to meet expectation, you'll regret it -- and resent me -- and I'll lose you.
I'd rather earn the number one spot, not have it given to me, just
because..."

        "Okay."  Lon still wasn't sure where this was all going -- was this
just the set-up for 'it's all over'?

        "You look kind of lost..." Sally caressed his face.  "Let me see if
I can make it all clear...  Can we wait to have sex until after I meet Beth?
She sort of promised to help..."

        "Oh!  Uh, yeah, sure!"  Lon changed-up mentally, pushing is hair
back from his face.

        "In the meantime, I'd really, really like to kiss some more -- and
maybe some other things..."  Sally reached behind her and the straps on her
bikini top suddenly went slack.

        "I think we can do that," Lon croaked, moving in.

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