Message-ID: <44898asstr$1066813808@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031021224853.43807.qmail@web14902.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 15:48:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 036/136 {Thinking Horndog} (nosex) Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2003 05:10:08 -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 36 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "SecBest36.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 036 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 36 Preparations What is there about Wednesday? For some odd reason, each of the four girls left home that morning with a reminder in her ears that the Prom was only 10 days away, and that now was the time to acquire their wardrobe. Attitudes in delivery differed - Helen was thrilled, while Jennifer advanced the opinion that it was a waste of time and expense, because Jackie was going alone, despite assurances to the contrary - but the content was the same: Shopping, tonight! As they gathered before first period, they decided to make it a group trip, if possible. Telephone coordination with parents over lunch made for the following lineup: Dolores and Jackie would be picked up by Padma. Mandi and Dina would be ferried by Helen. Marilyn would meet them at the mall, ostensibly to pass on Dina's selections, but actually to meet Mandi and Helen. Jennifer would handle parental approval by telephone, getting a second opinion from the other mothers; she had grudgingly parted with $250 in support of the affair. Immediately after school, the designated parents collected the girls and the shopping trip began. There were no males present. All of the girls had discharged THEIR duty by reminding their dates of their responsibility to obtain a tux, so the guys executed a separate (and much quicker) trip to the local tuxedo rental shop. Robert Nellis and Paul Michaels put in an appearance, in order to make sure that the rental agent didn't get too expansive with his recommendations, more than anything else. Limo service had been saturated weeks before, but under cross-examination, each of the boys admitted that they expected significant activity to occur AFTER the Prom (it took Paul 20 minutes and a rack and thumbscrews to get Terry to admit that sex with Jackie was on the agenda - even though he KNEW it!) Tim didn't have to make any admissions per se, and Rick's situation was generally known, but there was still the issue of WHERE - which was the one the elder males pointed out. Bobby got some serious heat over the whole thing from Robert - until Rick reminded his father that Dina was in the driver's seat, and he might as well make himself comfortable. "Pop, if Dina says she's going to fuck YOU, all you can do is save yourself a lot of trouble and drop your pants!" After a discussion of price, quality of facilities, privacy, and convenience, they settled on a pair of adjoining 2 bedroom suites in an upscale local hotel. At two couples to a suite, the steep price was actually more affordable than single rooms, the price for which having inflated somewhat due to the demand on Prom night. The girls descended upon the local bridal shops and upscale department stores. Dolores' funds were limited, but not too limited to allow for a strapless black cocktail dress with a full skirt and a low cut bodice. Mandi proved hard to fit - anyone her size was automatically assumed to be wide in proportion to their size. Mandi sized up quite a bit - but she was tall enough to carry it. Luck was with them, however - they found a beautiful backless powder blue gown whose full skirt turned out to conceal a deep hem. The salesperson offered to alter it for free, and Helen took her up on it. Jackie also opted for blue, finding something with a plunging neckline to emphasize her modest bust and silver stars appliquéd along the fabric in vertical streams. Dina and Marilyn had a fight over skirt length, and for once Marilyn won - but only because the demure, sweeping black gown was so different on Dina as to be striking. Part of the compromise was the fact that the dark lace of the top very nearly exposed Dina's nipples. Once gowns were selected, the shoe stores did a brisk business. Dina and Dolores had a much easier time of it; Jackie and Mandi had to order dye jobs. As the girls took a break in the food court, Helen broached the subject that had gone unmentioned but not un-thought of all evening: "All right girls, how many of you intend to be seen in your unmentionables after the Prom?" Mandi's hand shot up, as did Dolores'. Dina murmured, "I expect to be seen in a whole lot less..." Marilyn frowned, but looked resigned. Finally, Jackie's hand came slowly up, waving gently above her pink blush. "Well, then, we need to go and get some nice stuff! Eventually, he'll want to see you naked - but you can drive him nuts before by being tantalizingly ALMOST naked, first!" The lingerie shops then did a brisk business in their turn - even Marilyn acquired an item or two, after Dina whispered to her "Mum, I know what Pop has instructed you to do - but Helen knows a few things. Pick right, and you'll make him very happy!" Helen lent Dolores $50 to get her over the hump, allowing her to pick up a nice red teddy with black lace trim. Black was the most popular color in the group, with Mandi, Dina, Marilyn, and even Helen picking up items in that color. And Jackie found a nice - if brief - ensemble in purple. All in all, the evening went quite well - but not everyone was happy. Jennifer arrived home from her job at the clothing manufacturer at 6:00, and spent 2 1/2 hours fuming until Jackie got home. Something about this Prom thing set her teeth on edge. The thought of her daughter again exposing herself to the callous advances of boys, just to be seen at this foolish ritual... The only time she could get away from it was at work, where she could enjoy herself creating styles in the comfortable all-girl environment of the design studio. Sitting at home awaiting her daughter's arrival with several hundred dollars' worth of clothing purchased just for what many tacitly agreed was the party leading up to her ritual defloration left her seething. Jackie came in at 8:45, carrying her dress on a hanger, shoes and other items in bags, whistling. One look at her mother stilled the whistling. She said nothing, but hurried out of her mother's presence, intending to put her things away. At the Nellis and Brown homes, the males were treated to a quick "fashion show" where the new purchases were displayed to family members not present at the purchase and fitting. Not so at the Hardesty's - Jackie's gown went right into the closet, and the lingerie got hidden deep in the bottom of a dresser drawer not usually reserved for underwear. When Jackie returned downstairs, her post-shopping high was just about burned off. Jennifer regarded her with exasperation, and commented, "I see that you managed to get your things for this meat market display you're going to. I still can't understand why you would want to saddle yourself with some unknown boy for an evening - especially given the fact that he will undoubtedly expect that in an excess of excitement you'll let him get into your pants!" "Mama!" Jackie replied hotly, "Proms have been going on FOREVER! It's not like I'm going to a sex club! Besides, I'm not going with some 'unknown boy' - I have a date with someone nice - a boy I KNOW won't make unwelcome advances!" Jackie had phrased this last VERY carefully - because just about ANY advances Terry might make would be welcome at this point. But her mother didn't need to know that... Jennifer sneered, "What is he, gay?" "That's enough, Mama! Besides, I didn't say he wouldn't make advances - I said he'd take 'No' for an answer! What is it with you and men, anyway? Are YOU gay?" Jennifer was totally taken aback. "Uh, no..." She knew better - despite appearances. She'd had the usual all-girl run-ins as a teen, and remembered clearly that they were nice, but didn't stack up to her few interludes with a male lover - in fact, they hadn't been good enough to consider as a substitute. "Although I can see how you would think - they just CAN'T be trusted!" Delving into memories of sex brought up the entire emotional maelstrom attached to it, and Jennifer began to stress out again. "If you mess with boys, they won't be satisfied until they're in your pants!" Jackie reared up. "What if I WANT one in my pants?" "THEN YOU'RE A SLUT!" Jennifer screamed, and stomped off to her bedroom. "You probably asked for it that night!" was her parting shot before the door slammed. Jackie calmed herself, clenching and unclenching her fists and blinking back tears. She knew that her mother was concerned for her welfare - but she also knew that she had descended into a Hell of her own making. Sure, boys could be ruthless - she knew that first hand - but they could also be wonderful! Even in her little group, personalities ran the gamut (Bobby McCormick, for God's sake!) but each of her friends accepted the issues that their boyfriend or girlfriend presented - it was a case of 'different strokes...' 'Mama got third degree burns ONCE and stopped being a member of the human race!' Jackie thought, fuming. She went to her mother's bedroom door and imparted this wisdom through it, yelling, "Everybody gets burned, Mama! When are you going to grow up and let it scar over?" With that, she stomped up to her room for a belated look at her homework. Jennifer lay across her bed in a state of shock. Her daughter's words had cut across the physical and mental turmoil she was experiencing at the thought of sex and boys like a knife! 'Is that it?' she wondered. 'Am I just feeling sorry for myself? Then why do I get so tense?' It took her 3 hours of tossing and turning before her restless mind and body allowed her to sleep. <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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+