Message-ID: <44894asstr$1066810211@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031021220457.74226.qmail@web14901.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 15:04:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 031/136 {Thinking Horndog} (nosex) Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2003 04:10:11 -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: hecate, dennyw Chapter 31 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "SecBest31.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 031 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 31 Tuesday afternoon: The Michaels' After school, Jackie met Terry in the parking lot. The day had gone surprisingly well - Terry had attained some freedom the previous evening, and Ms. Hazeltine had proven to be every bit as pliant as hoped. She approved the plan for an extra credit project to insert fund transfer functionality into the bookkeeping software that the class was utilizing as a project, and after looking at the pair for a moment and smiling gently, approved a more than generous 4 week timeline for the project. The couple decided that the initial evening of 'project work' should occur at Terry's house. So it was that Jackie entered the Michaels' home behind a whistling Terry, after a quick kiss on the porch to steady her nerves. Ellen looked up from the shopping list she was creating, "Hello Sweetheart, how was sch...?" She stopped dead in mid-sentence. There was a GIRL behind Terry, standing rather nervously in the living room! Jackie might as well have been a creature from outer space; Ellen was caught totally unprepared. "Hi, Mom. This is Jackie. She's my partner for a project Ms. Hazeltine assigned us in DP class." Terry's voiced was studiedly casual. Ellen got up, came over and shook Jackie's hand, gently. The "Pleased to meet you" was in a decidedly bemused tone, however. Her baby brought a GIRL home? Ellen stepped back and blatantly examined Terry's guest - and had to admit, grudgingly, that she liked what she saw. Jackie was a classic auburn redhead, slight, freckled, and small breasted, with that hint of softness to her flesh that redheads can be heir to. Ellen blinked, shook her head, and said, "Sorry - Terry never brought home a g - I mean Terry seldom brings home guests." Turning to Terry, she asked, "Where are you two planning to work?" "Well," Terry temporized, "We're gonna need a system - I figure up in my room..." Ellen arched her eyebrow, "I think not! You can use the system in the den!" "Aw, Mom! I'll have to spend all kinds of time setting up and dragging crap across the LAN from the systems in my room!" "Perhaps - but I'm sure Jackie's mother would be much more comfortable with this arrangement than the idea of her spending time alone in a boy's bedroom!" The couple shared a significant glance. If ANYTHING was certain it was that! Terry gave in without grace, shrugging angrily. In fact, he hadn't expected to succeed with the ploy - he was just setting the stage. If it had worked, however... The couple turned and moved toward the den, carefully NOT touching each other in Ellen's presence. In reality, the den wasn't such a bad place. The shared workstation was in a corner away from the windows (to keep glare off the monitor) and in the one location in the room most difficult to see from the entry. Next to it, and shielding it somewhat, was the large couch that the Michaels tended to populate while watching the TV on the opposite wall. There were two office chairs to facilitate video game play, so both teens had a place to sit. Terry commenced a thoroughly businesslike system start, then dashed upstairs to start the systems in his room. When he returned, Ellen was still standing in the door, staring bemusedly at Jackie - who was ignoring her as she spread their working papers over the desktop from her backpack. "Will you be needing anything, Sweetheart?" Ellen asked. Terry passed a look with Jackie, and responded, "Maybe some Cokes, Mom?" Ellen nodded, and swung sedately out. She continued at this pace until out of Terry's line of sight, then made for the telephone in the kitchen at a dead run. Paul Michaels glanced up at the flashing light that indicated that the telephone was ringing. He had had it installed because the telephone was hard to hear above the roar of the a/c and system power supplies in the crowded room. He exited the data center and picked up the extension in his cube. "Paul Michaels." "You held out on me, didn't you?" came his wife's voice, have amused and half irate. "Huh?" Paul responded. "Terry brought home a GIRL from school today - ostensibly to work on some DP project! They're in the den, now!" Paul absorbed this in silence. Frankly, he was surprised at Terry's speed and ingenuity. "Did it ever occur to you that it might be an innocent homework collaboration?" "Part of me hopes not. She's CUTE - I've got to admit!" "Really?" Paul was surprised that his wife was taking things so well. The girl must be a knockout! Typically, Terry hadn't said... "What's she look like?" "About Terry's height, thin, freckles, dark red hair..." Ellen knew that Paul wouldn't recognize 'auburn'. In her experience, men distinguished color - generally - but only had names for a broad range, rather than individual shades. On the other end of the phone, Paul was entertaining his own thoughts 'Bust development never seems to come up when one woman is describing another - at least to a man!' he thought, amused. "Well, at this point, I recommend that you not get too excited about it. I'd be happy about ANY interaction with girls that Terry is having - he's a bit late off the mark!" "But..." Ellen wasn't quite ready to let it go. "You don't like the girl?" "I don't know - we've barely passed two words!" "And if she just doing a project with him, that's all there need ever be!" Paul pressed hard, trying to instill reason in Ellen's thought processes. "But what if she's some kind of slut or something?" Paul grinned into the phone. "Terry will need to learn about THAT, too, at some point." "You're absolutely impossible!" Ellen exclaimed, and hung up. She went to the refrigerator, extracted the Cokes, and took them back to the den. Peering around the corner, she found them seated side by side, virtually joined at the hip as they both examined a flowchart developing on the screen. Something about the picture both pleased and bothered her, but she could not identify it until she announced herself and they separated and rotated their chairs to accept the cans of soda. The pair had been TOO close - it had pleased her that they seemed to fit together like two parts of a jigsaw puzzle, but bothered her that two people with nothing between them but a data processing project would be making SOME effort to maintain some personal space. Still, Jackie displayed proper manners upon accepting the cold can, and they hadn't been doing anything demonstrative... ...except that, out of sight between them, Jackie's right hand had been tucked into Terry's left as he manipulated the mouse. Ellen made a point of surreptitiously checking on the pair every 15 minutes. Each time, she found nothing obvious - just an intense feeling of familiarity. Whatever position she found them in - Jackie bent over Terry's shoulder pointing to a diagram, or Terry resting his hands on the back of the task chair as Jackie typed at the keyboard - she could detect nothing untoward, except for the fact that each invaded the other's personal space with absolute impunity. What she didn't realize was that on every approach she would step on the spot in the living room floor that caused the A/C duct below to give out it's distinctive ping, alerting the couple to her comings and going quickly enough for her not to discover Jackie kissing Terry or Terry massaging Jackie's shoulders. That background noise was a part of her environment, and it never occurred to her that it could also function as an alarm. At 6:00 p.m., Ellen made herself visible. "Will Jackie be staying for dinner?" Jackie looked at her watch. "Ohmigod! I'm late! Mom will kill me!" Hurriedly, she gathered her stuff and dashed for the door, whipping past Paul, who was just arriving home. "Want me to go along and make the excuse?" Terry wanted to know. "No, its okay," Jackie replied as they piled into the wagon, "Just get me home!" Terry's car made short work of the couple of blocks' difference in their addresses. As they pulled up, Jackie scrutinized the windows, then leaned over and gave Terry a quick peck. "Tomorrow!" "Tomorrow!" Terry agreed, and watched her go. Back at the Michaels', Paul was comparing his quick glimpse with Ellen's longer appraisal. "She looked pretty good - but I didn't get time for anything in-depth..." "Oh, she's cute all right - and they played it real cool - but nobody operates that close to a casual acquaintance, ESPECIALLY Terry! They're up to something!" "So?" "I don't know whether to be happy, or throw a fit!" "I'd suggest the former..." Paul offered, grinning. "Besides, she doesn't look like a man-eater to me." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+