Message-ID: <45545asstr$1069661409@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031124025134.38470.qmail@web14901.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 18:51:34 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 109/136 {Thinking Horndog} (nosex mf rom) Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 03:10:09 -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: dennyw, gill-bates Chapter 109. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Free Pop-Up Blocker - Get it now http://companion.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "SecBest109.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 109 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 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 109 Moving on "I'm hungry!" Dina announced, "Let's go to Gino's!" Things were starting to seriously wind down; most couples had gone, and the lonely and desperate of both sexes were wondering if they were THAT desperate... Some were: Porky Peggy had August solidly in tow as she headed for the exit. Dina smirked; hopefully, his cock was as long as his nose, else he'd never find Peggy's gash, big as it probably was. He could always roll her in flour and go for the wet spot... Dina dismissed the image with a chuckle. Bobby raised his lips from her neck and murmured, "I've heard worse ideas..." It took Dina a moment to remember her earlier comment, but she did. She wiggled her ass on his lap in gratitude for the support. Rick looked up from playing in Mandi's bodice, "Fine. We've got our room keys." He caught Tim's eye, and the accompanying nod. Jackie's nervous, "Yeah, I want ice cream!" brought a grin from a couple of the males - Rick knew a delaying tactic when he heard one, and a quick look at Terry told him he'd read Jackie's mind as usual. It was cool, though; a girl didn't lose her virginity every day, and everyone present - including Jackie - knew that by 2:00 a.m., she would probably have her knees pressed to her shoulders while Terry removed her hymen. Terry smiled and rubbed her back possessively. Dolores hopped up off Tim's lap. "I don't really want to eat..." She eyed Tim's crotch, "or maybe I do! But not anything at Gino's!" Dina smirked, "You can go under the table this time..." Dolores appeared to think seriously about it, but her impish grin kind of spoiled the effect. "Well, okay. I could use a Coke, afterward...." Everybody laughed. There was a general effort to collect loose articles, and they headed for the entrance to collect the girls' wraps. A bit across the room, Thelma eyed the band's quiet packing of instruments and whined petulantly, "I don't wanna go home yet!" Danny's face set into a black scowl as he tried to figure out how to make things go the way he KNEW they should. His big hand settled on Thelma's bare back, caressing it absently as he rumbled, "Me neither." The effect of that gentle touch on Thelma left Jimmy and Amy nonplussed. The perpetually angry expression that Thelma usually sported melted away and she threw her head back, eyes closed, SMILING! Danny brought his other hand up and began to knead her shoulders, and she appeared positively ready to purr! Amy exchanged a significant glance with Jimmy, "Any ideas?" "Breakfast at Ginos?" Jimmy threw out. "Cool," Danny responded, "I don't do Gino's much - but I don't have a woman on my arm, much, either!" "Why, how sweet!" Thelma cooed, and Jimmy nearly dropped his Coke as she settled against Danny's chest. Danny wrapped his arms around her, trying to find a 'G' rated place to put both of his hands on her narrow frame. One went around her waist, and the other... Thelma ended up taking it in both of hers, exploring it, caressing the palm and tracing the fingers. Jimmy threw Amy a significant glance and announced, "We'll be right back..." The pair got up and moved across the room a bit. "Can we go eat? When are you two expected home?" "When we get there, I think," Amy replied. "I can call Momma on the cell and let her know. Thelma's folks probably just went to bed; she's staying at my place tonight." "Speaking of Thelma, what the fuck?" Jimmy asked incredulous. "Did Dina give her drugs or something?" "Thelma's got a hard shell, but it's brittle. I've seen her cry over silly things, and she's wanted... attention... for a long time," Amy shook her head. "It looks like all Danny had to do was be nice to her, and the gooey insides started leaking out..." "Fucking incredible!" Jimmy exclaimed, shaking his head. "Think she'll stay like that?" "Jimmy," Amy reproved, "You don't need to curse to let me know you're one of the guys. I KNOW you're not - and that's a good thing! Be yourself!" She glanced at Thelma. "It's anybody's guess," she murmured, "If Danny doesn't mistreat her, we might permanently have a new Thelma... But if he does, she'll be a lost cause." "Yeah, I see that," Jimmy nodded. "For the record, I asked him, and he's playing it straight. But ANYTHING could go wrong..." "Well, it'd improve things if, when the time comes, SHE dumps HIM!" Amy observed. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that - they might just be perfect..." Jimmy nodded, and took Amy's hand, leading her back to the table. "Okay, let's do Gino's!" Nora Wilson sadly watched the band pack. It'd been a great night, but... "Nate, Honey, I think it's time you took me home." This was the LAST thing Nate Adams wanted to hear. "But Nora, we haven't..." "Fucked?" Nora watched him sidelong. "Look around, Hon - this isn't the place. And I'm warning you, cars aren't, either!" Nate was hip deep. He'd let his mouth outrun his brain again... Funny, Nora hadn't stomped him THAT hard. On the other hand... Christ! He was gonna rupture himself if he didn't get some relief! Nora took pity on him - he was practically shaking. "Hon, I'm not happy, either - but this place is closing down! Do you have any place we could go and neck a little?" "Uh..." Where WAS Momma tonight, anyway? Home? Bar-hopping? Shit, the place was a sty, anyway. "No," Nate related sorrowfully. "Me neither," Nora sighed. "If I took you home with me, Daddy would have a shit fit!" Her eyes pled for understanding, "Not that he's a racist, or anything - but plenty of other people are, and he'd be concerned about my reputation..." The pair was in the entry hall at this point, waiting in line for coat checks. Nora caught Nate's eye, and continued, "Which is already shot, by the way, I'm pretty sure." She looked around, checking to see whose eyes were lingering on her. They collected their coats in silence, stepped outside, and stopped on the ballroom steps. "Nate," Nora asked softly, "What am I to you?" "Huh?" Nate blinked, blind-sided. "What d'ya mean?" "What am I? What's your immediate goal?" Nora pressed. "Am I an easy lay? A trophy? 'My white girlfriend'?" Nora emphasized that last by making the quotemarks with her fingers. "I need to know what to expect! I've led you to have expectations - but I have expectations, too!" Nate frowned. "Like what?" "Like expecting NOT to be a one-night stand, or some trophy you go crowing about to the guys!" Nora sniffed. "I know I've said some heavy stuff tonight, but the fact is," she eyed him nervously, "if we go that far, you'll be the first." Nate took this one between the eyes. Nora had seemed so much in control - he'd figured that she must have been doing a lot of stuff he just hadn't heard of, and that Bobby had just turned him on to the action! "You're a virgin!?" he blurted. Nora nodded diffidently. Nate looked around to see who had witnessed his outburst, then gathered Nora by the arm and hustled her down the steps toward his car. Confusion reigned inside his skull. What in the Hell was this? He stopped by his car and physically swung her around to face him. "So what was all that big talk inside? Are you screwing with my mind or something?" Anger began to assert itself over his confusion. "N-no!" Nora declared, "I didn't say anything I'm not prepared to back up - but I don't want to end up standing around with my panties around my ankles waving goodbye to someone who won't know me the next morning! I want to know that you've got, uh, serious intentions!" "It's a little early to be talkin' marriage, ain't it?" Nate asked sarcastically. "Well, sure," Nora agreed, "but on the other hand, if it isn't possible, what are we doing here? I want a relationship! I don't want you to climb on me and get your rocks off, then wander off and leave me alone again, but everybody's laughing stock, while you tell everybody what a big man you are!" Her expression turned fierce. "I want to have value! I want you to behave yourself and treat me with some dignity! I want you to stop talking shit and getting yourself in trouble!" "An' what do I get for all that?" Nate ranted. "What do I get for bein' a good lil' boy?" Nora locked eyes with Nate, and her expression turned positively carnivorous. She smiled, a sultry expression that Nate had never had turned on him before, while she stepped forward into his arms and began rubbing his back. "Why, Nate," she murmured, "I thought I made that clear! You get - me!" She leaned up and kissed him. Nate swam for a few seconds, then surfaced, grabbing Nora's arms and holding her away from him. He couldn't think with those tits mashing into his chest... "What exactly does THAT mean?" "Well," Nora watched him through lowered brows, "like you said, it's a little early for big talk about marriage - so let's talk near-term. I'm...willing... to try being with you, if you're willing to be a gentleman about it." "A gentleman? Time for plain talk!" Nate growled, suspicious. "Fine!" Surprise, strength, and a lower center of gravity, allowed Nora to swing Nate around until HE was leaning back against the car. "I'm willing to try you out in bed - fucking - if you'll promise not to brag about it to your friends! That clear enough?" Surprise warred with suspicion on Nate's face. "That ain't it, though, is it?" "No." Nora's voice shook. "I wouldn't go that far if I didn't think you were worth the investment. Up to a couple of minutes ago, it's been a wonderful evening - I'm hoping that we'll discover that we really... like... each other. So it goes like this: If the first part goes well, and you can refrain from treating me like shit, we could look at me being your girlfriend. That would imply that we would get to enjoy each other... regularly." "And?" Nate's bluster was a smooth overlay to what was REALLY going on - his insides were mush! "And... Later on, after I've got you properly domesticated, maybe I nail you down with a wedding band. It'll be a real comfortable trap, though - I promise! But that's a ways off, at this point..." "All I gotta do is be good to you?" Nate couldn't imagine killing the goose that laid the golden eggs... "That and pull your head out of your ass," Nora replied, working at maintaining her pluck. "No more stupid shit - I don't want to have to bail you out of jail! You've got too much potential for that!" "Dump my friends?" Nate howled. "No! Stick, I worry about, but Draper keeps you OUT of trouble!" Nora replied. "Just ditch the belligerent ghetto nigger shit..." "Make like an oreo?" Nate eyed her dubiously. Nora resumed her sultry look, stepped forward, and rubbed her hand along Nate's cock through his pants. "You've got a lot of white filling, I bet!" she murmured, smiling lazily. "You bitch!" The words were unfortunate, but there was wonder in Nate's voice. He lurched up off the car, reaching. "C'mere!" Nora fended him off, feigning objectivity. "Business first! Are we agreed, then?" "Huh? Yeah! Shit, I can't lose!" Nate gathered Nora in, now that she wasn't defending herself. "You're right - now," Nora replied diffidently. "Later, though, when it's a choice between being a good boy and doing without your woman..." "Shit!" Nate mumbled quietly into her hair, "I'm addicted already!" "We still have a problem tonight..." Nora murmured. "If I take you home..." Nate sighed. "If I take you to MY place, you'll lose all respect for me. And I don't know if I could EVER clean it up..." "I know you've got it hard, Hon. I don't know the details, but it shows..." Nora laid her lips on Nate's neck, and shivers went everywhere! "What's goin' on?" asked a familiar voice. Nate looked up, to see Draper standing there, grinning. And Tenisha... "Hey, uh," Nate, uncharacteristically, didn't resort to aggressive bluster. "Sorry, Nisha." Turning to Nora, he stuttered, "Uh, Nora - Tenisha and I, uh..." Draper's voice cut through the confusion, "Tenisha's got a ride. Hope you don' mind me takin' over, Nate!" Nate relaxed visibly. He turned and locked eyes with Draper over Tenisha's shoulder. "No, she's better off." Turning his attention to Tenisha, he asked, "You okay with this?" Tenisha smiled, and Nora, at least, recognized the look. "Uh huh - Draper and I have... reached an understanding." She smiled up into Draper's eyes and rubbed a hand over his chest. "Cool." It would take a dead person to miss the implications, and Nate wasn't. Tenisha eyed Nora. "Watch this one," she advised, nodding at Nate, "He's got a bad mouth!" Nora quirked a grin. "Yeah, he needs a muzzle. Fortunately," she glanced down at her bodice, "I've got two!" Tenisha burst into a cackle. "You go, Girl!" She nodded approval, eyes dancing. Nate eyed Draper's hand, which was drifting possessively over Tenisha's butt. "So, my man, how deep an understanding have you two reached? Last I remember, 'Nisha didn't allow other people to play wit' her ass..." "Wups!" Draper snatched his hand away. "Sorry, T..." He didn't finish - Tenisha had recaptured his hand, and, looking him straight in the eye, replaced it on her ass! Draper stared at her blankly for a moment, then moved his shocky expression to Nate. "I dunno, man - it keeps gettin' deeper an' deeper!" Nate grinned from ear to ear, and turned to look down at Nora, "Yeah, I know the feeling." "So, what's the plan?" Draper asked. Nate sighed. "Don' have one! Don' want to go home yet, but..." Draper nodded, his face a mask. "Nate's Ma - well, Nate does his own laundry - at the Laundromat," he offered gently to Nora. She nodded understanding. Draper continued, "What we lookin' for? Food? More dancin'?" Nate ruminated, "Peace and quiet, low lights, a couch - mebbe some music... We wanna get to know each other." Nora nodded. Draper nodded, "Yeah, I wanna swap some spit wit' 'Nisha, too." Tenisha rolled her eyes and punched him on the shoulder. Nate rumbled, "Can't go to my place. And a bruthuh's gonna be a big surprise to Nora's folks..." To his credit, he didn't freight the comment with any particular emotion. Nora flinched, anyway. "I think we could straighten it out, eventually, but we wouldn't be left alone..." Draper just nodded. "My place ain't no great shakes..." "Draper's got three-four brothers - they're in an' out all the time. Draper brings a girl aroun'..." Nate shrugged. "We could go to my place," Tenisha offered diffidently, "I can't guarantee anything, but my folks'll be happy I'm home. They probably won't bug us..." "It ain't great, but it's what we got..." Draper shrugged. Nate returned the shrug and glanced at Nora, who nodded, too. "We'll follow you." Everyone piled into their cars, Nora and Nate in Nate's Chevette, and Draper and Tenisha into Draper's Dodge. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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