Message-ID: <44838asstr$1066489807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031018032804.54911.qmail@web14908.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 20:28:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 028/136 {Thinking Horndog} (nosex) Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 11:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Chapter 28 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "SecBest28.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 028 Universe: Second Best Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom. Keywords: nosex Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg- inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc Chapter 28 Tough times Monday afternoon found Terry offering Jackie a ride home. His car was a hand-me-down, a somewhat beat-up Subaru station wagon. While things might have been worse a couple of decades in the past when such things were huge, it still wasn't exactly a status symbol. 'On the other hand,' thought Terry ruefully, as Jackie settled into the other front bucket, 'those older crates had bench seats...' The couple had hit it off well together on the previous Thursday, but had had precious little time together - and no privacy. Terry's parents took a benign interest in his activities, but hadn't quite realized that he was no longer 12 - and therefore had not relaxed various restrictions placed upon him at a younger age to keep him from getting in trouble with bigger kids. Terry hadn't chafed under those restrictions - until now. Jackie's mother, fearful of the kind of trouble Jackie's undeserved reputation might land her in, was also pretty restrictive. Dating was to be in a group - preferably all girls. Both had (unnecessary, due to their level of academic achievement) restrictions on school night activities - the previous Thursday had been an exception for them both. "Well, this is it." Terry announced, waving vaguely at the wagon's interior. "Not much..." Jackie looked around. The back seat held a small cluster of books on computer programming languages and electronics, while the rear cargo area held an untidy pile of scrap computer parts. Terry had put up sun filtering film on the rear deck windows to keep the upholstery from fading. "Well, it has possibilities..." "Huh?" Terry's head popped up. He spun and gave the vehicle's rear areas another, more critical examination. 'Ditch the spare parts, fold down the seat, camping mattress - yeah...' "Guess it does, doesn't it?" He smiled at Jackie, who smiled back. "Okay, so where to?" Jackie directed him to her address, where they parked out front, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. Jackie's mother, Jennifer, had not yet arrived home from her job at a local clothing manufacturer; Jackie was used to doing her homework solo before her mother's arrival. Both entertained the idea of doing homework together, but both feared Jennifer's reaction to finding Jackie at home alone with a boy for ANY purpose. Nothing much was said; oddly, verbal communication between them was apparently almost unnecessary. When Terry announced, "We need a project!", Jackie knew immediately that what Terry meant was that if they could engineer a collaborative science project or something that they were partnering on, it would offer an excuse to provide either set of parents for going to each other's homes. And while neither of them had any compunction about engineering a project, neither of them gave any thought to lying about it. "What type?" Jackie asked. "I dunno. Chemistry? DP?" "DP." Jackie picked Data Processing because they had different lab partners in Chemistry, and Mr. Sloane might smell something fishy. Ms. Hazeltine, the Data Processing teacher, was likely to approve a collaborative project for extra credit, and had no static partnership structure in her class. Besides, she was a kindred soul; even if she detected the underlying reason, she would turn a blind eye - or maybe even help! They communed a bit longer, then Jackie leaned over and gave Terry a long kiss, cradling his face in her hands, then turned and exited the car. Terry accepted the implied dismissal graciously, saying "I'll call you!" and drove off. When Terry arrived home 45 minutes late and unaccountably pleased with himself, an alarm began to ring in Ellen Michaels' brain. "You're late. Where were you?" she asked, studiedly casual. Terry sensed a trap. "I took a friend home..." he replied, poker faced. Ellen knew now that SOMETHING was up - and that she wasn't going to be able to get it out of him. So she responded with a noncommittal "Oh, OK.", and allowed him to escape to his room. Later, after he had finished his homework, she watched him go out to the car and remove his 'spares', storing them in his corner of the garage. She managed to find an excuse to go outside, arriving in time to officiate as he tested folding down the back seat. "Looking to carry something large?" Terry's face went blank, and his brain went into overdrive. After a moment, but not quite so long as a pregnant pause, he replied, "Not THAT big - but somewhat delicate. I need a flat surface, and I'll need to pad the surface so the components won't be damaged. Do we still have that old camping mattress?" "It's in the garage attic." "Great! I'll use an old Army blanket as a cover..." He paused, remembering that Army blankets were scratchy, "Or maybe a quilt..." Ellen, who had momentarily been mollified, again went on alert. "So what is this thing?" Terry, picturing Jackie, began dissembling. "New mobile AI. It's long, but I should be able to articulate it for storage," he said, picturing Jackie on her back on the load floor with her knees bent. "I'm not sure how sensitive the sensor array is, so I've got to be careful with it." He started grinning. 'I wonder what Jackie would think of THAT description?' he wondered, picturing himself stroking her body. The grin actually threw his mother off the scent somewhat. "Well, okay - just don't chop up that mattress..." she warned, doubtfully. "Okay!" Terry watched her retreat, not quite waiting long enough for his sigh of relief to be inaudible. He turned and continued with his modifications. When Terry's father, Paul Michaels, came home from the corporate data center where he worked, Ellen met him at the door. "Terry's up to something," she announced. "Oh?" he responded. "I can't figure out what it is, but he's covering something. He wandered in late, telling me he took someone home; now he's out rearranging his car!" Paul was no idiot. Clues that Terry had managed to provide misdirection for under the direct attacks by his mother made for an obvious pattern on objective analysis. Paul grinned, but said nothing, and went outside to look in on his only son. He found Terry folding the seat back up, experimenting with what to do with the camping mattress with the seat in its upright position. "So, you've discovered girls, have you?" he asked. Terry blushed crimson. There was absolutely no covering it. "Hi, Dad." "You almost pulled the wool over your mother's eyes, somehow - but..." "C'mon Dad, I discovered girls a long time ago!" Terry was gamely trying. "Then a girl has discovered you!" his father responded. "And you have nowhere to go with her..." he continued, eyeing the car. "I gather that we need to adjust your working parameters?" Terry gave up. "Probably. I don't know if I can handle what Mom is going to put us both through!" "Got a plan?" his father asked, grinning. "Yeah, but it's not ready. I hope I won't have to rely on this..." Terry responded. "Me, too. Your mother will crater the ceiling when she figures it out! Let's hope you plan works! In the meantime, what did you tell her?" "New mobile AI - very fragile. Sensitive sensor array." Terry grinned. "Is she?" Paul grinned back. "Could be...she's about my size." Paul reached out and plucked something off Terry's sweater - a nine inch auburn hair, "Redhead, huh?" Terry pinked again, and nodded. "Okay - you done?" Terry nodded again, and the pair went inside for dinner. At dinner, Terry asked for a loosening of his current curfew. Paul allowed it, moving the time from 8:00 to 11:00 p.m. on weekends, and loosening weekday restrictions. "After all, Ellen - he's a senior in high school! I've seen the group he runs with, and with Tim around, he's safe from bullies." Ellen was less than pleased. "What about the Prom?" she asked. Terry looked up from his asparagus, "I'm going." "Alone?" Ellen pressed, exasperated. "I'm working on something..." Terry replied. His mother's attitudes were puzzling to Terry. She wanted him to "meet nice girls", but was so overprotective of him that he had no social life. She feared for his safety, knowing that larger, less intelligent boys sometimes became offended when their shortcomings were exposed and retaliated by beating the offender. Ellen knew that she couldn't protect Terry forever - but it didn't keep her from trying. Terry didn't have a car because of the distance or the convenience, but because it reduced the exposure to threats that he might have had while walking home from school. She was also aware that his size, intelligence, and shy demeanor were going to make it difficult for him to make himself noticeable to a girl - which was why she pushed him in matters such as the Prom. The irony was that they both knew that she would give any girl he brought home the third degree. She couldn't help it; it would take an uncommon girl to be good enough for Terry. Ellen also knew that Terry was more than ready to discover girls. She had discovered him masturbating three years ago - an incident that had embarrassed them both quite a bit. The picture of his erection had graven itself on her brain - primarily because of its size! Terry apparently didn't take after Paul, whose 6 1/2" penis was clearly average; Terry had sported at least 7" at age 13! She knew that you don't have equipment like that and ignore sex, and she was afraid that the temptation to scratch that male itch would drive Terry to do something foolish. The solution to THAT problem had failed to present itself - and, frankly, probably wouldn't. Any young woman of loose enough morals to provide Terry with relief undoubtedly wouldn't meet Ellen's other criteria... Paul worried, too, but he was much more sensible about it. He knew that sheltering Terry at this late date would not be to his benefit. He also knew that he was going to have an argument with Ellen over it. He sighed as he watched Terry head up to bed. Ellen turned to him, "Well?" "It's a robotics project. It's so delicate, it'll probably never leave school, let alone work. He thinks he's wasting his time, but is making plans, anyway - that's why you got the mixed cues." "Hmmm." Ellen replied, still unconvinced, "Why did you decide to let him start running around at all hours?" "I didn't. His rules are still more restrictive than any of his friends'. The boy is a high school senior - he needs to start operating on his own! How will he handle himself in college if he doesn't? You KNOW we can't tie him to the Podunk community college in THIS town. He's going to get a scholarship to a good school, and we're going to have to let him go!" College was Paul's secret weapon. Ellen's ambitions for the boy dictated that he attend a high-end school. Anything that supported that goal must be considered. Ellen submitted with ill grace. She knew Paul was right - but she didn't have to admit it. And she didn't have to reward him for it, either. So Paul got the flannel nightie and the obdurate back (again!) Jennifer Hardesty came home to find Jackie hard at work on her homework. "More today than usual, Dear?" she asked. "No, Mama, I'm just a bit behind - I goofed off a bit on the way home." Jackie returned, absently, stepping through the solution to a calculus problem. Jennifer frowned, then went into the kitchen to toss the chicken breasts into the microwave to thaw. "Who were you with? Anyone I know?" she called. Jackie rolled her eyes, "Not really. A friend I share a couple of classes with. This was the first time we ever got together." "Did you bring her home?" Jackie didn't care to correct THIS mistake. "We stayed outside." "Okay. We need to talk before you let anyone in." "No problem, Mama." 'Please let Ms. Hazeltine approve the project!' Dinner time seemed to be a good time to bring up the Prom. "Mama, I want to go to the Prom." Jennifer produced a level stare. "Alone?" "No, I'll have a date." "We haven't exactly had hot and cold running boys around here..." Jennifer chided. "Where would I put them?" Jackie snarled. "I couldn't bring one home if I HAD one!" "Well, your reputation..." "...Is something I'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH!" Jackie was fire engine red. She took a breath, calmed a bit, and went on, more reasonably, "Actually, it makes things easier. It divides the male half of the human race into 3 groups - jerks, sheep, and extremely nice boys. Jerks want in my pants - but I can detect a jerk. Sheep won't have anything to do with me - and vice versa. Extremely nice boys can see past the 'legend' to the real me. I think that if I bring home a boy, you can pretty well bet he'll be in the third group." "You can't be certain of filtering the jerks, Hon." Jennifer Hardesty was, basically, scared to death of men. She had never recovered from the plunge she took after her smooth, fast-talking boyfriend dropped her like a rock when she announced her pregnancy 17 years before. Single motherhood had offered her a retreat from social interaction and time to develop a hard shell over some really tender unhealed wounds. Jackie's run-in with the football team 2 years before had mortified her, indicating that she had failed to impart the lessons she had learned about men. "That may be so, Mama, but you're not much help. In fact, I'm not sure you could tell, either - you haven't had much practice!" That stung. "Fine! You drag your potentials around, and we'll place bets! Just be prepared to pay off!" Jennifer got up from the table and stomped to her room, fuming, ending the confrontation before she REALLY got mad. Jackie cleaned up after supper. This wasn't the first time her mother had stomped off - it was a regular thing. She seemed to be holding herself in tight - all the time. It was as if she was afraid that if she loosened up at all she would explode! It was clear to Jackie that her mother had some kind of problem - but the nature of the beast escaped her. Jackie felt bad about triggering the confrontation - but not about the results. She would present Terry when the time was right, and collect on that bet! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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