Message-ID: <45399asstr$1069089006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031117042838.76715.qmail@web14908.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 20:28:38 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 099/136 {Thinking Horndog} (exhib) Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 12:10:06 -0500 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: RuiJorge, newsman Chapter 99. We're getting into the meat, here. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "SecBest99.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 099 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: exhib 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 99 The main event The Prom was an assault to the senses. The Regency Ballroom, which had events of this and related types as its sole business, was a superb facility. The refreshment area was as well lit as certain areas of the dance floor were not, and there were areas offering privacy interspersed with some that were VERY public all around the room. The room was chock full of young people, the band was jammin' and it was LOUD! Tim, following unconscious habit, staked out a fringe area along the edges for himself and Dolores, and Rick and Mandi flowed into it on arrival without question. Dina, however, would have none of it, and with Bobby's assistance and reminders from Terry and Jackie that they all HAD dates and weren't there to sit this one out, they settled in a relatively quiet spot guarded by a pillar and a screen, but much closer to the dance floor. Student politics had gone relatively unaffected by the group's emergence as a force, despite consternation in some quarters. The beautiful people were too well ensconced to be shaken out of their cozy positions in a mere couple of weeks, no matter how notorious the newcomers were, so the Prom court remained unaffected by events. Dolores and Tim would have been surprised at how many votes they got, however, Tim's long-term popularity in sports multiplying his more recent fame. And the court wouldn't have had to grow much to have included Rick and Mandi. Frankly, however, the idea never occurred to any of them. On the other hand, notoriety was Dina's stock in trade, and she was making the most of her appearance on THIS scene. As soon as they cleared the cluster of chaperones and other wet blankets guarding the entrance, Dina disappeared to the ladies room to implement some long-prepared for adjustments to her gown. The opaque modesty panel in the bodice disappeared, having previously been carefully separated from its moorings, and the pins that had fixed the semi-transparent bodice panel in position (after Dina had carefully untacked it) were removed, allowing its position to be adjusted freely by sliding it up and down on the spaghetti straps supporting it. Dina left it in place, however; Phase One's objectives could be met by merely exposing her nipples to the extent that the removal of the modesty panel allowed, allowing the groundswell of male interest to get well under way before Phase Two. Bobby made the perfect date. While another boy might have been embarrassed escorting Dina in her current outrageous costuming, Bobby grinned from ear to ear. Not only was she arguably the sexiest thing in the room, she was on HIS arm! And if she was up to something outrageous... So? Bobby was up for outrageous - no problem! He would back her to the hilt! In this dimension, if in no other, they were the perfect couple. Even in this environment of youth and deliberately augmented beauty, the blatant sexuality of Dina's display created a shock wave of lustful attention from nearby males and anger from females as girls who were attired as well as they would ever be in their lives had the attention of their male escorts wrestled away from them. Boys would unobtrusively position their dance partners so as to provide them with a view of Dina and her group over their shoulders - an action that tickled Dina's sense of humor no end. And she wasn't the only female under examination; Dina acted as a lightning rod, attracting increased attention to the other three girls. That attention tended to remain, for a reason not immediately evident: Terry, Rick, and Tim were NOT paying Dina much attention, being concentrated on their own dates, which led to the unconscious conclusion among observers that if they could hold their own in Dina's orbit... In fact, in a room full of impressive displays, Mandi, Dolores, and Jackie were surprising, as well as impressive. For Mandi to be on display at all was surprising, given her history; on this night she was not only displaying a good percentage of her considerable charms, but recent experience with public nudity had lent her a poise that was totally uncharacteristic for her. Dolores, while more prone to physical display, normally did it in pants. But the way she carried off wearing the slinky low-cut cocktail dress caused more than one eye to blink, and the casual bonelessness with which she draped herself over Tim left no doubt as to where their relationship was headed. Similarly, Jackie's display was a shock to those used to her normally unobtrusive look. Obviously, her days of hiding from her reputation were over, and just as obviously, the whole thing mattered not to her; she and Terry spent much of the evening in a world of their own, as if a bubble surrounded them. While certainly the others in the group could penetrate it at will, seldom did their attention stray beyond. This level of visible devotion caused not a few provisional re-evaluations of Terry - 'way too late to do the evaluators any good... As for Rick and Tim, being already somewhat popular within their own circles, the telling issue was that they first discerned the potential in their dates, then managed to realize it - apparently from a standing start, as neither of them had a track record with dating. This was particularly impressive to the more thoughtful of the other guys present; they began to examine their surroundings for girls that were acquirable but might have unrealized potential, rather than concentrating upon fantasies of the unattainable. This crystallization effect had already been triggered during the past couple of weeks, but tonight's display of obvious successes would catalyze it as the girls present recognized the same fact: they had been totally ignoring males with arguably more potential than the 'A' group, which in reality were primarily relying upon their looks or sports prowess - items which, while desirable in the short run, weren't necessarily characteristic of serious breadwinners, for example... Dina, however, continued to be the fatal attractor of the group; dozens of junior class boys vowed to give Bobby a run for his money as Dina's antics on and off the dance floor drew their eyeballs again and again. The couples in the group would go out to dance in pairs and trios, always leaving a couple to hold down the table, and everyone was having a good time and acquitting themselves well, but Dina's sabotage of her top was particularly apparent on the dance floor as the destabilized translucent folds shifted and flowed under the impetus of the jiggling cones beneath. Dina would deliberately await the actual exposure of a black-painted nipple to haul the thing back into place, making a production of it that generally exposed both and riveted every male eye in fifty feet. Bobby would usually augment the effect by stopping dead on the dance floor and leering loudly, "You're showing again!" By about the third incident, you could hear bones snap as heads rotated at the signal. But it was Rick who signaled the onset of Phase Two, without even being privy to Dina's grand plan. Coming off the dance floor with Mandi, he settled himself against the pillar adjoining the table. Mandi, shrugging, backed up to him, balancing herself by planting her butt against his crotch. This served to produce two things in short order: A raging hard-on that nestled itself between those soft cheeks, and a certain amount of discomfort for Rick, due to the fact that Mandi's position required him to maintain a rigid stance to support her weight, rather than just transmitting it to the pillar. Rick examined the problem for a moment, shrugged, and slid his hands under her arms and into the bodice of Mandi's dress, trusting that the action would resolve the situation, one way or another. It did. As his fingers began teasing her nipples, Mandi sighed and collapsed bonelessly back upon him turning her head and lifting her lips for a kiss. This redistributed her weight more comfortably and allowed Rick to maintain his position. Rick delivered the requested kiss while continuing to fondle her rounded orbs, something blatantly visible to anyone looking. And since a large number of those present had been conditioned by Dina to keep an eye on that particular spot, a concerted gasp arose that could be detected even over the music. Dina, on the dance floor with Bobby, looked up and laughed aloud. A visual survey of the crowd surfaced two majority reactions: shock from the females, and blatant admiration from the males. Dina's laugh tinkled again as whispers of "Shameless slut!" and "lucky sonofabitch!" arose from different quarters. She winked at Bobby, "When we get back, let's turn up the heat!" This time, as her bodice went askew, Dina did nothing about it - except possibly help it along. By the time they returned to the table, Dina's bodice was very obviously barely being upheld by the tips of her erect nipples. Bobby plopped into his chair, which was positioned along the left side of the table as seen from the dance floor. Dina, rather than sitting, straddled his right knee, pretending to examine activity occurring toward the stage. Then she proceeded to stretch, throwing her hands above her and arching her back. When she returned to the vertical and put her hands on her hips, her conical breasts were in full display above the collapsed folds of her bodice. Another, louder, gasp arose as boys all over the room detected the display. There was a certain cascade effect as one boy's fixed attention alerted his friends. As this effect began to gain ground on everything else going on in the room, Dina looked down at Bobby and whispered, "Run your hand up my leg, lover - I brought you a surprise!" Bobby slid his hand through the open slit in the back of Dina's skirt, and slid it upward along the silky leg until he found... fur! Damp fur! Not only was Dina not wearing stockings, there were no panties there, either! "Ho ho ho!" he announced, loudly, "Pussy! Wet pussy!" And he proceeded to begin dragging his thumb along Dina's labia, teasing them open. At this point, if it hadn't been for the band, you could have heard a pin drop in the immediate vicinity of the group. All eyes were trained upon the display, and when Dina closed her eyes and reached up to tweak one of her nipples, a concerted gasp arose, followed by a murmur. Dina opened her eyes and detected concerted movement from the cluster of chaperones around the main door, uttered an "Oops!" followed by an unrepentant grin, and dashed off for the ladies room. Bobby very pointedly inserted his damp thumb in his mouth, grinning from ear to ear as he made a production of cleaning it off. Rick also detected the movement and grated "Aw, Hell, we'd better split!" With a wink and a nod at Terry, he and Mandi, Tim and Dolores, - and Bobby - faded in three different directions, leaving Terry and Jackie to hold the fort. Terry and Jackie pointedly resumed ignoring everything but each other, and were visibly thus engaged when the cavalry arrived. "You, there!" came the demand, "How long have you been here?" Terry peered owlishly up at old Mrs. Hufnagel, visibly shifting focus from a smiling examination of Jackie's eyes. "All night, off and on, I guess - except when we've been dancing," he replied, looking anxious. "Is anything wrong?" Beatrice Hufnagel was pushing 60 and dragging 220 pounds everywhere she went. As a result, it had taken her three and a half minutes to waddle across the room from the entry to this position, and she was winded and somewhat angry. Jacob Hesse, however, was half her age, and despite being over six feet tall, only a large fraction of her size. Undoubtedly, he could have made the trip in thirty seconds, but the twinkle in his eye as he stood behind her and pretended support led to some guesses as to why he had contented himself with plodding in her wake. Beatrice gathered her dignity. "It has been reported that a strange-looking girl has been exposing herself in this vicinity!" she announced, "What do you know about it?" Terry and Jackie shared a (fabricated) bemused glance, and Terry shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. There's nothing strange-looking about Jackie..." "...And while I guess it's possible I could expose myself in this," Jackie continued, hauling at the bodice of her dress, the plunging neckline of which, while exposing the valley between her small breasts, was otherwise rather sturdily supported, "I don't think many would notice." "I would, Sweetheart!" Terry announced gallantly, totally ignoring Mrs. Hufnagel and company. Jackie reached out and caressed his cheek, smiling. Beatrice rolled her eyes. "I understand that whoever this person is, she's with that scamp, Bobby McCormick!" she grated. "Scamp?" Terry echoed, and both he and Jackie swallowed a snort of laughter. "Well, Bobby's a friend, and he's been around off and on..." He locked eyes with Jackie. "Did he bring a date?" Jackie looked owlish and shrugged. "I guess. I'm not sure..." A quick glance at Mr. Hesse showed that he was having trouble controlling his mirth, so Terry pressed on, "I'm sure he's around here, somewhere - maybe on the dance floor?" Clearly unable to proceed further, Beatrice gathered her dignity and directed, "When you see Mr. McCormick, tell him to control his date!" She wheeled ponderously, and made her exit. Mr. Hesse, delayed a moment, however. Chuckling, he announced, "You may tell Dina that I enjoyed her little display, and that I'm looking forward to having her in my Junior English class next year!" Jackie's eyes went wicked. "Having her?" she wondered in a bemused tone, "What a peculiar turn of phrase for an English teacher! But again, this IS Dina we're talking about, isn't it? I'll be sure to inform her of the opportunity!" Jacob Hesse goggled, stuttered "Ah, err ..." and got out, blushing. Terry's eyes also popped. "Omigod! I can't BELIEVE you did that!" he yelped. Jackie blinked, surprised, despite herself. "Neither can I," she admitted. "Must be from hanging out with that confirmed wild man, Terry Michaels!" In the ladies room, Dina was touching up her makeup when Claudette Pinkersley burst in. "Dina, what do you think you're doing?" she squawked. Dina eyed her blandly. Claudette was a member of the 'A' group - a cheerleader, and general social butterfly. She'd been leading Rob Graham, the quarterback of the football team, around by a ring in his nose for some time - but rumor had it that she'd not granted him access to any more of her charms than perhaps a quick feel of one of her 36C tits. "I'm having fun!" Several other girls arranged themselves around the confrontation, but obviously, support was mixed. Two or three of Claudette's supporters were glaring their disapproval, but Dina's quick glance also took in a couple of grins and a wink; Claudette's 'holier than thou' attitude grated on quite a number of people. "You're working up every boy in the ballroom!" Claudette screeched. "Quite a few of them have already stopped behaving themselves!" "Oh, no!" Dina exclaimed in mock horror, "Does this mean that you're finally going to have to let Robbie under your chastity belt?" Amid Claudette's fuming and a sprinkling of mixed gasps of outrage and chuckles of appreciation, Dina calmly turned toward the mirror, fished out her black lipstick, dropped her bodice and proceeded to touch up a smeared aureole. "Maybe you'd better take him home before he's exposed to sex," she suggested. "I'll get you for this!" Claudette remonstrated, "The whole school is gonna know what a slut you are!" "Don't you think you should come up with a new plan?" Dina asked reasonably, "I'm SHOWING them, and a picture is worth a thousand words! What can YOU add?" Claudette retreated in a huff, and Dina went back to her touch up. "Seriously," asked the blonde working on her eyeliner in the next mirror, "Why ARE you doing this?" Dina shrugged. "I'm an exhibitionist," she replied, "And I'm having fun!" Turning to the blonde, she announced, "As for being a slut: at this moment, I'm still a virgin!" At the gasp of surprise, she smiled, coyly, "But I won't be later tonight!" "Isn't that Bobby McCormick you're with?" a brunette down the row of mirrors asked, 'Ewww!' as visible on her face as if she'd actually said it. "Yes!" Dina laughed. "What better boyfriend for an exhibitionist than the most uncouth boy in school!" Sincerity replaced humor in her expression. "Seriously, though, he's really sweet once you have a ring in his nose! And even when he's at his most vulgar, he's being truthful! In fact, it's his lack of the social graces that I find most attractive in him!" "Well, if you say so," the girl said dubiously. "I DO say so!" Dina declared. "Sure, Bobby is rude, crude, and socially unacceptable! But he's also thoroughly honest, and regularly complimentary, if you're not sporting virgin ears! He calls me Pretty Tits, and by his lights - and mine - it's a compliment!" "But isn't he sexually obsessed?" Twyla, a thin, plain-looking girl with dirty-blonde hair asked. "How do you expect to hold onto someone so vulgar?" "Sweetie, YOU have all of the tools necessary to catch and hold a man - but if you play by the rules your mama taught you, you can't win! One of the big problems we have as girls is that society has changed, but we're still playing by the old rules! You can't lead boys on and then sponge off of them indefinitely anymore - sexual equality goes both ways. Boys want sex, and historically we girls have gotten our way by dangling it, then not delivering it, covering our act with Victorian bullshit about what is morally right and what isn't. That's the old 'bait and switch' routine - and it's just as criminal between the sexes as it is in a real estate deal! Look around - divorce comes too easily these days! If you want to get - and keep - a boy, let him know what's available - and KEEP YOUR WORD! Yeah, I'm a slut - I like sex! But I'm NOT a whore, and MY boyfriend won't be sniffing around elsewhere looking for something I promised but didn't deliver - which is something Claudette can't say!" "I can't compete with you!" Twyla wailed. "It took me six weeks of being within reach 24 hours a day while Mickey went through his list of dream dates before he got desperate enough to ask me!" "You have tits, too, don't you?" Dina retorted derisively. "And from the looks of them, they're bigger than mine!" It was true, too. Despite her plain face, Twyla's narrow body sported a pair of nice, rounded 34C breasts, reasonably well displayed in the low-cut cocktail dress she was wearing. In addition, the knee-length skirt exposed a nicely rounded pair of calves, even if the flat slippers she was wearing didn't exactly help define them. Dina eyed Twyla and murmured conspiratorially, "He noticed them when he picked you up, too, didn't he?" Twyla blushed. "He sure did!" Dina chuckled, "I think you're out of the woods already! You're biggest problem is that you hide your good points, and don't do anything to improve the other stuff. But now that he's seen you like this, you'll hook him." Twyla looked dubious. "Not after he got a load of you!" Dina sighed. "You've got the wrong attitude! Think of this as an opportunity! Let's see, you're here with Mickey LaRue, right?" "Uh huh!" "Good choice. He's pretty smart... You wanna keep him?" Dina asked, "Or is this only a date?" "I want him!" Twyla affirmed. "Okay," Dina challenged, "How far will you go? Can you step up to the plate?" "Uhhh, I dunno... What are we talking about?" Twyla asked cautiously. "Okay. I'm gonna go out there and show off again," Dina announced, playfully fluffing her hair, "My public demands it! Here's what I want you to do!" Dina moved closer to Twyla, and continued, "Let him get a good look. Let him dance you close. Then take his chin, and look into his eyes, like this..." She demonstrated, grasping Twyla's chin and turning her head toward her. "Then ask him, 'Do you want to look, or do you want to touch?' I GUARANTEE he'll follow you off, meekly." "B-but..." Twyla interrupted weakly. "Exactly!" Dina replied, holding her locked in place, eyes boring in, "You have to deliver! You put 'em in his hands - or you'll be a rip-off artist, and he'll be gone!" Dina grinned. "I didn't say you had to lay him - just give him something concrete to look forward to!" She let go of Twyla's chin, and eyed her sidelong. "Of course, you don't even have to go THAT far... You can just say 'Mine are bigger!' DON'T do anything you can't live with. And DON'T do ANYTHING if you can't follow through!" Dina turned toward the door, then stopped. "You know, eventually, if you plan to keep him..." She turned away and left. Slowly, the four couples reassembled. First, Mandi and Rick occupied the table, allowing Jackie and Terry to dance a bit. Then Tim and Dolores returned. Finally, Bobby wandered in from where he had drifted off to the refreshments, bringing with him a drink for himself and one for Dina, who appeared beside him from the ladies room as he arrived. "Where you been?" he asked. "In the ladies room, giving lessons in how to hold your man," Dina replied, smiling, "Don't make me a liar, now!" "When you gonna, uh..." Bobby began. "The big scene?" Dina asked, "I've changed my mind. This has turned out much better, and you've been perfect. Besides, if we have a big scene, I'll be hip-deep in idiots that'll think they might have a shot at me - which will just confuse things, since I have no intention of taking up with anyone else." She eyed him sidelong, and added, "For the moment." "Speaking of taking up with people," Jackie interjected, grinning, ""Mr. Hesse came by. Said he enjoyed the show, and looked forward to 'having you' in his English class next year." "Oh?" Dina smiled back. "Well, I might have misinterpreted the double entendre..." Jackie projected unconcern. "Well! That IS something to look forward to - although I'll want to try him out in private before performing before an audience!" Bobby choked and spewed soda all over the table. "Hey!" he exclaimed, coughing, "I thought..." "Bobby McCormick!" Dina snapped, "You will not OWN me in fee simple until after I graduate - if ever! How in the WORLD would I maintain ANY control over you if you thought you did? I have quite a bit to learn, and, at least in the near term, you will NOT be the only rooster in my barn!" She drew a finger along his chin and smiled at him fondly, "On the other hand, Dear, your cooperation in this matter will be well compensated, I assure you - and you will ALWAYS know where you stand." Bobby frowned. "I'm not sure I understand." "Come here to me, Love," Dina sighed, hauling him in close, wrapping her arms around his waist, but leaning back to look into his eyes. "Surely, you understand my nature by now?" Bobby's expression turned hangdog, "Well, yeah, but..." Dina silenced him with a finger to his lips. "You won't change me - but you may provide the inducements for me to change myself! Neither of us is the type to operate in a vacuum; I believe that we will both require some seasoning before we can announce to the world with confidence that we're made for one another. So this is my proposal to you: While you are not the ONLY rooster in my barn, you ARE number one! And I will not embarrass you by operating behind your back - I shall either warn you in advance of any planned peccadilloes, or at worst, brief you as soon as possible afterward. In return, I ask the same from you." "I'm not planning any such activity..." Bobby groused. "Neither am I, Love..." Dina's grin turned catlike, "...actively... at this moment... although Mr. Hesse HAS presented an interesting opportunity. And speaking of opportunities, you've had a couple of interesting ones lately, haven't you?" She put her hand to her chin in pretense at thought. "Let's see, there was Auntie Helen," she announced brightly, causing Mandi to blanch and Dolores and Jackie to gaze first at Dina, then Mandi, and finally each other in surprise. Dina plodded blithely on, "And I seem to remember an entertaining romp through the slave quarters the other night..." As Bobby began blushing furiously, Dina continued conspiratorially, "I'd kind of like to see you finish THAT one... Mum needs seasoning, too! And don't think Pop doesn't feel that he owes you something!" Rick rolled his eyes. "Sis, do you think we could keep SOME secrets around here?" Dina glanced at her brother, unconcerned. "Among these, our friends? No. Besides, I'm trying to point out to Bobby that our relationship shouldn't blind us to opportunities to enliven and enrich our experience!" She smiled at Bobby, who was beet red in embarrassment at the revelations, "You DO understand, don't you, Dear?" "Yes, I see," Bobby agreed, somewhat exasperated. "Good. Then give Mama a big kiss and let's go dance!" Dina replied, smiling. She leaned forward and provided a searing, thirty second kiss, then, smiling, tugged a somewhat mollified Bobby onto the dance floor. Dolores shook her head. "Always a treat to see the Mistress at work," she mused, then turned to Mandi. "Are you gonna tell us about it?" Rick broke in, "Sure, might as well - but does it have to be TONIGHT?" "Well, all right..." Dolores groused. "But what do YOU have to do with it?" "It was my idea!" came the irritated response. Rick tugged Mandi's arm. "Let's go dance!" he growled in an obvious effort to put an end to the conversation. Mandi shrugged and rolled her eyes at Dolores as she allowed herself to be drawn onto the dance floor. "My, my..." Dolores mused, as a quick glance at Tim and Terry revealed that they were just as surprised as Jackie, "I'm certainly looking forward to our breakfast together..." Tim leaned forward and directed, "The dance floor! Now!" emphasizing the directive with a swat on Dolores' butt. Dolores spun, fury in her eyes and arm raised to strike, but Tim caught the slap before it landed and just stood there, looking at her. After a moment, the fury drained away, the hand came down, and the pair, eyeing one another, slowly began to smile. "That's risky business," Dolores admonished. Tim nodded an acknowledgement. "I can handle it. Shall we?" The hands involved in the incipient slap and block clasped, and they headed off. Terry eyed Jackie. "Think we should dance?" Jackie looked around, and shook her head judiciously, "No, it's not worth losing the table. One of them will be back soon. "Okay," Terry shrugged. "C'mere, then." Jackie eyed him archly. "Why?" "'Cause I want to nuzzle your neck!" Terry declared. "Oh. Okay, I suppose..." Jackie feigned indifference until the effect of the lips on her neck no longer allowed it, then collapsed against him, giggling. Only a couple of songs later, the band started something that neither Rick nor Mandi wanted to mess with, and they returned to the table, allowing Terry and Jackie to take the floor. They didn't sit, however, Rick electing to resume his position against the pillar, and Mandi resuming hers against him. After glancing around a bit, Rick resumed his interrupted attack upon Mandi's nipples, tweaking them while savoring the feel of her globular mounds. Mandi gave herself up to the enjoyment of those attentions, and those of Rick's lips on her neck and ear, as only someone who could care less about the opinion of others can. But Dina had conditioned a forest of eyes to sweep that area, and one pair of them belonged to Twyla Banks. Rick and Mandi's courtship had become somewhat legendary in the last couple of weeks, and one prominent feature of the tale was Mandi's 'rules of engagement' and her refusal to abandon them when pressed. The sight of that happy couple, engaged as they were, reinforced Dina's earlier injunctions regarding dealing with boys in Twyla's mind, and determination was born. Twyla, too, would be happy. 'After all,' she thought to herself, 'you can't win if you don't play. And if you cheat, you might win the hand, or even the game - but sooner or later no one will play with you!' Mickey LaRue first noticed the situation when Twyla stopped maintaining her distance and moved tighter into his arms. This brought on the second wave of a watershed change in his opinion of the girl, the first having occurred when he discovered just how well she filled out that cocktail dress. Mickey had been more than pleasantly surprised; Twyla was great people, and he'd counted her as a friend for ages, but her tendency toward baggy jeans and tentlike shirts hadn't exactly emphasized the fact that there was a girl under there... In fact, dating her had at first seemed somewhat like dating his sister, or going with another guy for moral support because you can't find a date. That had all changed when she met him at her door, and his eyes, despite his best efforts, had gone swimming in her cleavage. Her hair was down from its customary pigtails, and while somewhat thin, it was looong, lying in a shimmering wave along the upper part of her bare back. On the way to the dance in the car, it had slowly percolated through his brain that perhaps Twyla could be more than just the good buddy, chess opponent, and lab partner that claimed supposedly to be a girl. In fact, as he thought about all of the free 'You're a girl, how would YOU recommend that I approach so-and-so for a date' advice he'd trolled for in the last few weeks, totally overlooking her as a potential date, he became somewhat embarrassed, which had led to some early awkwardness between them. And then there was the Dina show... Now, however, as Twyla dissolved the distance between them and put her head on his shoulder, he took a lungful of her hair's fragrance, slid his hand along the smooth skin of her back, and felt himself slowly drifting from his moorings. 'Wow!' he thought, somewhat muzzily, 'Twyla's sure a fragrant armful!' A few moments later, an adjustment to the tempo of a new song brought her pubic mound into contact with his right thigh - and it didn't leave. A few seconds of that had Mickey thinking 'Aw, shit! I'm gonna get a...' - by which time his hard-on was already a reality. Mickey freaked a bit, and momentarily tried to distance himself, but Twyla merely stayed with him. Moments later, when an unsynchronized move ground it into her right thigh, she froze for a moment - a moment during which Mickey discovered he really DIDN'T want her going anywhere. But this was success, and Twyla giggled, intoxicated. Obviously, she had Mickey's attention! Twyla's giggle and her immediate reengagement were a revelation to Mickey. Damn! Twyla KNEW he had a hard-on - and she came back! Holy shit! He'd figured he'd get his face pounded - or at least she'd suddenly want to sit down! This was a Twyla he didn't know; had she been there the whole time? Just how stupid was he? Mickey tried to deemphasize the contact, but he met with only limited success, and the suspicion that Twyla was deliberately pursuing it stole over him fairly quickly. The implications, however, boggled the mind, and Mickey found it better to put them away for later analysis than to attempt exploration of that somewhat frightening maze while on the dance floor. Twyla opened her eyes, which had been closed since she'd laid her head on Mickey's shoulder and begun tracking his movements by bodily contact alone, to find Dina watching her from about fifteen feet away, eyes twinkling merrily. When she realized that she'd been detected, Dina tripped Twyla a broad wink, laughed, and whisked Bobby away, leaving Twyla smiling into Mickey's shoulder. Mickey, meanwhile, was totally adrift. He knew he had to be dreaming - nothing this good was for real! Twyla's scent had his senses focused upon nothing else but the conditions which allowed him to press himself against her soft, lithe body - the music, the play of muscles which held her against him as she moved in synch with him. He'd become fascinated with an area of soft skin along her neck and shoulder that was just beyond his lips...He moved, and Twyla's eyes first widened, then glazed as his lips electrified the nerves in her neck and shoulder. She inhaled a great gulp of air as her hands moved closer on his back to keep him from escaping. Her nipples crinkled, elongated, and became rock hard just as she crushed herself to him, boring them into his chest. The pair totally stopped moving, and remained so for a good thirty seconds AFTER the song stopped - until a passerby whispered "Pssst! The song's over!" in a stage whisper that brought a flurry of chuckles. Somewhat embarrassed, the pair separated, but remained holding hands as Mickey guided Twyla back to their table. "Want a drink?" Mickey asked as he seated her. "Sure! Coke?" Mickey nodded and moved off. There was something really weird going on here... Mickey was standing by the refreshments table gathering his wits when Leo Hoskins wandered up. "So," he opined, "Twyla cleans up fairly decent." "Yeah," Mickey replied, distracted. "Where'd those tits come from?" Leo asked. "You're askin' me?" Mickey replied, allowing his confusion to show, "It's like - suddenly - she's a girl!" "She's always been, man," Leo laughed, "But she wasn't in the competition. Probably still isn't - them tits gotta be a wonder bra or somethin'." "I don't think so..." Mickey hazarded. "I'm a little freaked. I offered to bring her along just to be able to say I had a date. Then she showed up in that dress... You know, I don't think I'd EVER seen her in a dress..." "Yeah? Well, you may never again!" Leo laughed. "Not sure about that. It's kinda like she climbed out of a cocoon or somethin'." Mickey shook his head, trying to clear it. "C'mon, Mick - it can't be THAT spooky!" Leo eyed his friend askance. "Oh yeah? Lemme tell ya!" Mickey flashed. "When we got here, she looked decent, but it was still kinda like dating your little sister. But about ten minutes ago, while we were dancing, she slides into me like we're two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Next thing I know, I'm sucking on her neck, with a boner that could cut diamonds! And she's rubbin' it with her leg and leaving nipple dents in my chest!" "Twyla? Secretary of the chess club Twyla? Math tutor Twyla?" Leo shook his head. "Maybe it's drugs..." "Huh! If it is, I hope she stocked up!" Mickey collected his drinks and left Leo standing there, shaking his head and grinning. Back at the table, Mickey handed Twyla her drink. "Uh, Twy... Howcum, uh?" Twyla grinned up at him. "How come you never noticed I was a girl?" She scratched at some candle wax on the tabletop. "Well, we've been friends since before it mattered. And I guess I haven't been trying too hard to be noticeable." "Maybe," Mickey replied, "But I still feel like a shit. Some of the crap that went down while I've been dating... It's a wonder you didn't use a baseball bat on me when I asked you out, given the crap I put you through the last few weeks. Why are you even here?" Twyla looked up into Mickey's eyes. "Because I want to be," she announced quietly. Mickey took the torpedo amidships. His eyes widened, and he collapsed into his chair. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed weakly. "Why didn't you move on to someone with a brain in his head?" "It's not your fault you didn't detect my little tiny hints," Twyla shook her head. "I didn't want to ruin our friendship - or get stomped on. So I didn't commit myself. I was waiting for you to get ESP or something." "Not very likely," Mickey admitted ruefully. Now that he thought about it, there WERE a couple of occasions... "And tonight?" "I was relying on the dress," Twyla replied, smiling. "It was, uh, effective..." Mickey admitted. "Yeah, as long as you weren't distracted..." Twyla pointed out with a crooked grin. "Um." Despite himself, Mickey glanced at the table the strange girl had occupied. She was there again... Mickey jerked his eyes back but the glint in Twyla's said he'd been caught. How could he be so stupid? "You stopped relying on it," he pointed out. "Why? It was the safe course..." "I got some advice - curiously, from the same source," Twyla's eyes flicked to Dina. "Really?" Mickey blinked. "When?" "When I went to the ladies'." Mickey looked confused. "So, what did she say?" "Essentially," Twyla replied grinning, "it was: 'You can't win if you don't play.' Oh, and 'If you play it straight, you'll still be playing when the cheaters are sent home'." Mickey pondered. "Well, the first one makes sense. The second... I'm not sure." "I'm not sure you really get either of them, so..." Twyla became pedantic. "A relationship is only as good as the effort you're willing to put into it. We have a very healthy friendship - but as long as I was only willing to wait for you to make the first move, I'd be out of luck, because others were advertising, and I wasn't. How were you to know?" She grimaced. "It's the second part that gets overlooked, and it's the one she" with a nod toward Dina "was harping on. You see, most of the advertisers are like used car salesmen - if you buy what they're selling, you're likely to come up short. They'll talk a good game, get you to commit to them, take your money and your trust, and give you as little as possible." Twyla's eyes flick back to the table. "Do you know Mandi?" she asked. Mickey glanced over. "Vaguely. Not well. She wasn't easy to know, before..." Twyla grinned. "Yeah, she's changed recently. What do you think of 'Mandi's rules?'" "They sounded like a guy's dreams come true," Mickey grinned, "But from what I hear, they landed her on her back pretty quick. I doubt they'll see many converts." Twyla nodded toward the table. "Take a look at her. In fact, take a look at all of them. Do any of them look unhappy?" Mickey took the opportunity for a clear look, since it was following instructions. "No, she looks pretty happy to - hold it! Are his hands...?" "In her top? Undoubtedly. She's not exactly screaming, though, is she?" Twyla chuckled. "Nope." In fact, Mickey had to admit that she looked almost excessively happy, for a girl having her breasts fondled in public! Mandi was collapsed bonelessly against Rick, grinning like the Mona Lisa. Her cheeks were a good deal pinker than makeup tended to get, and Mickey was willing to bet that it was arousal, not embarrassment, driving the blush. "Exactly!" Twyla's assertion caused Mickey's eyes to snap back to her now earnest face. "From now on, I'm playing by Mandi's rules!" Mickey froze. "You're wh-what?" Twyla eyed him narrowly. "You heard me!" Then she grinned, "Let's go dance!" Dina looked out across the dance floor, and swept her eyes around the other tables. Everywhere, she met other eyes looking back. Tim and Dolores had returned from the dance floor moments before, Tim settling into a chair and Dolores plopping on his lap. Now Dolores was wriggling and giggling and Tim was looking uncomfortable. "What's up?" Dina queried, grinning. "I'm getting even!" Dolores replied. Tim used his hand on my butt to motivate me; now I'm using my butt to motivate him!" Tim groaned and rolled his eyes. Dina chuckled, "So, have you provided him much motivation?" Dolores wriggled a bit more, then held up her hands about six inches apart. "Only about this much so far," she replied, eyes twinkling, "but I'm just getting started!" "You little minx!" Tim roared, grabbing Dolores at the waist and lifting her bodily off of his lap. "I'll stand from now on!" "But Sugar!" Dolores complained. "Don't 'Sugar' ME, unless you're gonna give me some!" Tim retorted, and pulled her to him for a kiss. There was a brief, playful struggle before Dolores delivered the goods, laughing. Dina let them have their moment in the sun, and, when interest began to wane, looked over her shoulder at Bobby. "Darling, will you shuck me?" "Why, certainly, Pretty Tits!" Bobby replied, stepping up behind her. He glanced toward the door, but Tim rumbled, "Go ahead, I've got it." Bobby positioned himself behind Dina, and, with great ceremony, lifted the folds of her bodice aaway from her breasts, then slid it down out of the way, exposing them. "How's that, Sweet Thing?" "That's nice, Lover," Dina replied, smiling demurely. "You want to molest me a little? Highly visibly, of course." "Certainly," Bobby agreed, reaching around to cup her jutting cones. Dina turned her head and offered her lips for a fiery kiss, then Bobby went to work on her neck. While there were several loud whistles amid the general roar of approval, the reaction was more natural than the concerted gasp following her first exposure, so the hounds weren't immediately alerted. The band was, though, and broke into a racy little number that brought cheers from the crowd while further distracting the chaperone corps. Twyla caught the action out of the corner of her eye, and positioned herself and Mickey so that they both could see. Watching Dina coolly work the room left Twyla with nothing but admiration, but after a bit she shifted so that Mickey could watch over her shoulder, unobstructed. To his credit, he disengaged after watching a bit. She caught his eye, murmuring, "Some show, huh?" Mickey nodded. "She's pretty gutsy." Twyla beckoned with a finger, and Mickey leaned in. "I'll make you an offer, one time only:" she announced. "You can face this way and look at hers, or you can turn us around and FEEL mine!" Mickey blinked, froze. "What?" "You heard me," Twyla prompted, "You can look at hers or play with mine! Make the call!" Mickey assumed that the gratification wouldn't be immediate - but there was still no contest. Dina was an attractive nuisance, but over the course of the evening, Twyla had become infinitely desirable. He never even glanced back up at Dina. "What do I have to do?" Twyla smiled. "Just turn us around. It's her or me..." Mickey didn't wait. He caught Twyla around the waist, and they rotated 180 degrees. "That good?" he asked. "Uh huh!" Twyla's eyes shone. She reached behind her, unzipped the cocktail dress several inches, and flipped down the bodice, exposing her rounded orbs. Mickey was floored! He'd figured maybe a little touchie-feelie in the car on the way home - but not full exposure right there on the dance floor! "Ahhh..." he gasped, literally unable to come up with words. "Well, if SHE can do it..." Twyla stepped up and grabbed Mickey's limp arms by the wrist, placing one hand on each breast. The touch of her soft flesh on his palms galvanized Mickey; he reverently cradled an orb in each hand, holding his breath as his eyes drank them in. Nearby couples whistled and clapped, and Twyla looked up at Dina, who winked, grinning and making a thumbs-up sign. Almost of their own accord, Mickey's hands began gently kneading and his thumbs began circling Twyla's aureolae. "Is it okay?" he asked anxiously. Inside, Twyla was shaking like a leaf, but she smiled easily. "Sure," she murmured, "They're yours - forever. Mandi's rules, remember?" She looked up into Mickey's wide eyes. "Can I get a kiss?" "Can you--!" Mickey waded in, releasing her breasts in order to crush her to him as he made every effort to do her credit. Time stopped, for both of them - until someone shook Mickey's shoulder and murmured , "Better zip her up! Trouble's coming!" From Dina's vantage, Twyla set off a shock wave. Suddenly, there were a half dozen sets of exposed breasts in the crowd, and everyone was going ape! The whole thing lasted about ninety seconds before Tim rumbled, "Here comes the cavalry!" and Dina dragged Bobby into the relative obscurity of the crowd on the dance floor. Dolores, Tim, Jackie and Terry followed, leaving Rick and Mandi to hold the table. Rick reluctantly withdrew his hands from their warm den, and the pair dropped into chairs. Despite the fact that a half-dozen chaperones came roaring out to quell the disturbance and capture the ringleaders, they failed miserably. The offenders were scattered all over the dance floor, and were actively shielded by the other couples there, making it virtually impossible to pin anyone down. Girls who hadn't even participated in the first wave took to waiting until a chaperone had passed and dropping their tops, adding to the confusion. Doubtless a large number of girls who hadn't planned to be got pawed by their dates, but no one took umbrage, and the party began to really rock! Bobby and Dina surfaced near the stage, and Dina complained, "Damn, I wish I could sing!" "So do I!" the lead singer retorted, "That'd be monsta!" <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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