Message-ID: <45533asstr$1069567807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031122215703.42071.qmail@web14916.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 13:57:03 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 104/136 {Thinking Horndog} (MF rom) Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 01:10:07 -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, hecate Chapter 104. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Free Pop-Up Blocker - Get it now http://companion.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "SecBest104.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 104 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: MF rom 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 104 I'M not going ANYWHERE! Jennifer's return with sodas had been the genesis of a long, convivial period between the pair. Mike didn't press her as they talked, and snuggled, watching a bit of TV, joking at the content. Jennifer settled down, and slowly realized that whatever embarrassment she had to endure with his extended family, she was NOT going to give up Mike! Mike didn't press, doing nothing controversial, consolidating his position. The three hours was a blur for Jennifer, one long period of continuous comfort as she settled deeper and deeper into Mike's embrace, savoring its warmth and strength. Mike watched stress and worry fade from her face, replaced by calm, and, slowly, a glow of happiness that expressed itself in a willingness to smile. But as they watched the eleven o'clock news, the smile became rueful. Jennifer nestled tighter than ever, but... "What's the matter, Missy?" Mike asked. "I'm trying to figure out how to get you home without ruining somebody else's evening," Jennifer replied sadly. "It's getting late..." "We're big kids - we can stay up," Mike noted. "Besides, you're right. Bobby's not coming home tonight. Dad and Helen are spending a quiet, comfortable evening at my house, just like we are here - and I'd prefer to leave it that way. Denise and her boyfriend are at Helen's, with the same agenda." He lowered lips to her neck for a moment, and Jennifer felt her willpower being leached away. "I'M not going ANYWHERE - because I'm SUPPOSED to be HERE!" "But if you stay, I'll make a damn fool of myself!" Jennifer wailed. "We've been through this," Mike chided, "There's no one here to witness it but me - and I'll be participating!" "But Jackie! She..." "...Is out for the night," Mike finished. "She and Terry have a hotel room, and she won't be home until sometime tomorrow. Besides, she knows I'm here - I talked to them as they were leaving this evening," Mike grinned. "She made me promise to take good care of you!" Jennifer spun on him, retorting hotly, "You make it sound like you and my daughter are conspiring to get me into bed!" Mike eyed her archly, "Your point being? Actually, the conspiracy is bigger than that - there are at least three others I can think of..." "Oh!" Jennifer shrieked, scandalized. "Mike McCormick, you sound JUST like your awful brother!" "My awful brother," Mike retorted coolly, "Is known for making bald statements of fact, and letting the chips fall where they may. What makes him dangerous is that those statements are usually true, whether those hearing them want to or not! I'm going to make a similar statement now: You can settle down, snuggle up to me, and we'll go wherever the situation takes us, or you can throw a fit, and I'll sleep here, and you can go upstairs and cry yourself to sleep in your cold, empty bed - because you and I both know that one member of this conspiracy to get you laid is the 80% of you that isn't concerned with maintaining your dignity!" Mike's statement had much the same effect on Jennifer as a bucket of cold water would have. After a moment, she gathered herself, and sighed, "I can't let that one pass, Mike." "Okay," Mike replied quietly, "Can I have a blanket?" "There's a guest room..." Jennifer offered. "I'm fine here." Mike's voice was firm, and his intent was clear. He wouldn't come close enough to her bedroom for either of them to 'accidentally' find themselves in the wrong room after going out for a glass of water. Despair seized Jennifer as she rummaged in the linen closet. Why had Mike ruined things? He could easily have sweet-talked his way past her crumbling defenses, and she'd have awakened tomorrow morning next to him - but instead he'd rubbed her nose in it, and now God knew where things were going! She brought Mike a blanket and a couple of pillows, handing them to him where he sat on the couch. Mike thanked her gently. But the pain and anger and frustration would not stay contained. Jennifer whirled on Mike and ranted, "Dammit, Mike! Why'd you have to go and do that! You could have skated past that in no time, and the next time any of it would have occurred to me would have been when I woke up tomorrow! Now..." Jennifer waved her arms in frustration. Mike grabbed her arm, and pulled. "Sit, Missy." Jennifer, off- balance, had little choice; she plopped onto the edge of the couch. "It's not my job to sneak past your defenses - it's YOUR job to open the gates and let me in! We had to face this - YOU had to face this - so I brought it to a head." Mike sighed. "Yes, I could have slid under your guard, and got your body to betray your mind - but then the fact that I'd tricked you would always be between us! I can't work that way! If I lay down beside you on a bed, it's got to be because you - ALL of you, head, heart, and sex drive - want me to be there! When you wake up tomorrow, I don't want there to be any question how I got there!" Mike held Jennifer's eyes. "This notion you have that if you let yourself go and enjoy being with me, I'll think less of you is JUST WRONG, and it stands as a barrier between us. You have to shake this thing, or we can't have a relationship - not because of anything I have to say or do about it, but because you will discover that YOU can't work around it! The place where we are isn't about dignity - it's about sharing who we really are, about giving to each other what they need! It's about uncritical, unconditional acceptance, and the right to expect it. And it's about trust." "On the surface, tonight seemed like a good time for us to get past this thing you have about sex - but if you're not ready, then it isn't, and forcing it will do more damage than just leaving it alone a bit longer. So I'll stay down here, and we'll get into the thing when you're ready. I only want to know one thing: Are we past the point where you hide from me?" Jennifer began to sniffle. "Uh huh." "Then I've accomplished something," Mike replied. His tone indicated satisfaction, but his expression didn't. He sighed heavily, "You wanna kiss and make up?" "Uh huh." Tears continued to leak. Mike gathered her in, kissed her gently, and let her crawl into her arms for some much-needed security. There was little doubt that she'd settle down - eventually. Mike schooled himself to patience. The pair snuggled for thirty minutes or so, talking about this and that, exploring each other. Mike finally announced, "I have to pee, and get a glass of water. Why don't we call it a night?" Jennifer reluctantly got up and began arranging the bedclothes on the couch. "Gawd, this thing is awful. Are you SURE you don't want to sleep in the guest room?" Mike looked back over his shoulder from the doorway, leaning on his crutches. "No, best we have a whole floor between us. I might be tempted..." He turned and moved off toward the bathroom. Jennifer straightened things as best she could, then went to the kitchen to get Mike's water. She'd just fished a glass out of the cupboard when Mike hobbled in. "Want ice?" "Sure, if it's no problem," Mike replied. "No trouble, there's an icemaker." Jennifer got ice, then water from the refrigerator door, then waved for Mike to precede her on the way back to the couch. Mike took the glass and placed it on the coffee table, then drew Jennifer's head to him for a good night kiss. "G'Night, Missy. Sleep tight." "You, too..." Jennifer couldn't think of anything else to say, so she turned and shuffled out. Mike sighed, and began shucking out of his shirt. Better luck next time... Upstairs, Jennifer changed into a short nightie and combed out her hair - something it didn't really need, and she wasn't in the habit of doing before bed, but she found that she couldn't even LOOK at the thing, much less occupy it! She took an unconscionably long time handling her toilette, but that didn't really change things. Finally, she gingerly sat down on the mattress, and slid under the covers. The spare pillow went alongside her, as usual - but it wasn't Mike. The blankets weren't Mike, either - they weren't as warm, and they didn't project comfort and protection like he did. After a bit, Jennifer realized that she was making her pillow wet, and the source of the whimpering sounds she was hearing was her, too. That did it. Mike was lying on the couch in his shorts, trying to figure out how in the Hell he was going to get ANY sleep, when he heard soft padding footsteps on the stairs. "Mike?" Jennifer's voice drifted from the stairwell. Mike twisted around to see the dim outline of an angel in white on the stair. "Yes, Missy?" "Come to bed." <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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+