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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 093
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A fulllength novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
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Chapter 93
Dancing and girl talk


Mandi, having arrived home early thanks to Terry and Jackie, was in a
fine position to meet and greet while Helen went shopping for the supplies
that the teens would undoubtedly need for the evening. Dinner was set for
6:00, and they could expect a gradual influx of teens until 7:30 or so.
Planning had the boys ejected by 10:00 plenty of time for dancing and
assorted hijinks, with girltalk after, while ensuring that everyone got
some rest for Saturday. On arrival, Denise and Eddie began organizing the
musical program, taking into account the fact that the music at the Prom was
likely to have some slow stuff, as well as the latest tracks. Tim had heard
of the band, and advised Eddie on their likely play list, which would
probably be a bit stiff, having been approved by 'old folks' but the DJ
had a rep for being current, so it was no big deal.

Al ambled in at 5:30, trailed by Mike, just in time to assist with the
grocery lugging. Bobby and Dina arrived soon after, Bobby staying
studiously out of Mike's reach until he relented, "Awright, Squirt, I can't
stay pissed forever. Missy's making a much bigger deal of this than it
deserves, so it's not JUST your fault."

Bobby nodded, "I DID call to apologize and left it in a message.
Dina's a witness!"

Dina nodded confirmation, "It was pretty good, for Bobby!"

"Okay, then," Mike growled, "I guess you can keep your skin!" He
ruffled Bobby's brush cut. Helen and Al both sighed in relief.

Dinner was nutritious, if brief and regularly interrupted. The males
were still discovering vegetables as a regular course, so Helen didn't push
them with broccoli or anything, confining herself to green beans. Dina sat
in; the quantities she ate weren't even noticeable, next to the boys'.
Terry and Jackie arrived almost as soon as it was served, having gotten
burgers on the way. Fifteen minutes later, Tim and Dolores did the same
thing. By the time Rick trailed in, things were already well under way.

Denise and Dina were widely experienced compared to the others, so
Dina assisted as Denise put the couples through their paces. The living
room could barely hold the group when they tried a line dance, but everyone
had a blast and came away at least basically equipped with the steps. As
they moved on to more standard fare, it was easier to keep two couples on
the floor competing with one another under Denise's tutelage while the other
two rested and necked. Poor Eddie got a workout, spotlearning steps to
demonstrate with Denise and staying on the floor with her almost constantly.

Mike retired to the den to watch TV, and Helen and Al worked on
preparations for the sleepover that was to follow, finding bedding and
organizing things. Mike's presence in the den aborted a couple of attempts
by couples to drift off and accomplish some heavier petting, which was just
as well as it helped to focus them on the dancing. Periodically, after the
organization phase, Helen and Al would drift to the kitchen door and observe
the frenzied activity in the living room, Helen leaning against a grinning
Al as they watched the couples jitter and whirl.

Dancing was thirsty work, and the couples hit the sideboard regularly
for snacks and, more important, drinks. Between them, the couples consumed
almost 3/4 of a case of Coke and Rick and Mandi confined themselves to ice
water! By 9:00, everyone was soaking wet, which made it somewhat easier
when Helen started gently chivvying the boys out the door at 9:30. By
10:00, only the McCormick's were still there, and they were in the process
of reluctantly evacuating, using Mike's infirmity as an excuse for the
delay. Al kissed Helen good night, grumbling about how adults shouldn't
have to abide by restrictions designed for the youngsters, but Helen was
firm, "You've got two boys to take home. There'll be other nights..."

The girls started ferrying upstairs to get showers, those offshift
chattering about the dance steps and the antics of their partners. Finally,
everyone was back in the den, and Helen excused herself to allow the girls
some peace.

"This was a great idea, Denise!" Jackie enthused as she toweled out
her hair. Nobody was too worried about what their hair looked like on this
evening they were all going to the beauty shop in the morning, anyway, so
the extra hassle of blowdrying wasn't considered necessary. "Too bad you
won't be with us tomorrow..."

"Well," Denise sighed, "I've got two of these to go, anyway, and
besides, I nearly killed Eddie tonight!" The thought of Eddie staggering
out hanging from his big brother's shoulder brought a grin to her face.

"Yeah," grinned Jackie, "We can't push the boys that hard tomorrow
night!"

"Oh? Why is that?" asked Dina, archly.

Dolores grinned, "If I'm catching Jackie's drift, I agree with her!
What I expect Timmy to accomplish in that hotel bed AFTER the Prom is AT
LEAST as important as what we'll be doing there!"

Dina laughed. "You'd BETTER wear HIM out, Dolores! If 'Little Timmy'
crams that whole kielbasa of his in you, we'll have to call the paramedics!"

Dolores drew herself up and assumed an expression of mock hauteur. "I
expect to scream bloody murder in joy! He's been putting me off for a
week, and I CAN'T WAIT!" She lapsed into a chuckle.

"Me either!" Jackie cried. "Terry's been taking it easy, too but I
know he plans to pull out all of the stops tomorrow night, and I plan to
cooperate fully!"

Dina nodded. "I don't intend to have a cherry when I wake up on
Sunday, either. I guess that makes it unanimous! Mandi, since you're the
voice of experience in this group, got any advice?"

"Ummm," Mandi pondered, "Enjoy yourself? Don't let him get ahead of
himself? Dina, you had Helen to train Bobby, so if you control things and
I KNOW you will you should have no problems. Dolores, you and Jackie
might have to watch out when they discover how good it feels, they're NOT
going to want to take it easy!"

Denise grinned, "My advice: Give 'em a blowjob, then let 'em return
the favor while they recover! Then you'll BOTH be ready!"

Jackie shuddered. "It's gonna hurt, isn't it?" she queried.

"It's different for different people. For some, it's real tough for
others, it's nothing!" Denise replied.

Mandi nodded. "I barely noticed, but I've heard horror stories.
Jackie, if you have a hard time, and show it, Terry will probably go limp on
you so you need to keep a stiff upper lip!"

Jackie nodded. "Yeah, It'd kill him to think he hurt me..." she
mused.

"Hey, what about me?" howled Dolores.

Denise laughed. "You've been crawling all over Tim all week! You're
gonna get JUST what you deserve! Who's rooming with them?"

"Rick and I," Mandi replied.

"Better wear earplugs! The way she's been teasing Tim, she's probably
going to howl at the moon when he puts it to her right up to the point it
gets stuck in her throat from the bottom!" Denise chortled. Dolores
pantomimed being spitted, including a shocked expression and sticking out
her tongue. Everybody broke up, laughing.

"Seriously," Dolores wondered, "How do YOU know what I've been up to?"

Denise gave her the eye. "I'm dating his brother! The way I hear it,
you've done everything but handcuff poor Tim to the bed and impale yourself
on him!"

Dolores looked thoughtful. "If I'd have thought of that, I'd have
done it! Timmy's trying to make my first time something special, but I'd
have settled for three days ago! Ever since I saw that thing peeking over
the waistband of his jeans..." She shuddered.

"You'd better hope it fits!" Dina offered.

Dolores looked confident. "Mama takes Poppa, and he's about the same
size. I'll be fine. Besides, they say it stretches..."

"But they DON'T say it shrinks back!" Denise chortled. "You'd better
hang onto Tim; after he's done with you, other boys would just fall in!"
General laughter followed this remark, renewed by the look of mock horror on
Dolores' face.

When it calmed, Dolores smiled. "Don't you worry I've got BIG plans
for Mister Tim Vincent!"

"I bet you do," Dina simpered. "So, Jackie is Terry the one? Do
you know? Or is he just temporary?"

"I know," Jackie announced soberly. "He's the one! Sometimes I think
we share a brain!" She smiled fondly, "And Gawd, is he sweet!"

"Sparks fly off him when you're around, too!" Mandi declared. "I used
to think he was Mr. Milquetoast but that was before I saw him go charging
in against Bobby like he knew no fear! And the other night, in the den...
Wow!"

Jackie grinned, "You should see him go toe to toe with my mom!"

Dina grinned, "I'll bet the sparks flew! How's your mom taking the
whole thing?"

Jackie's humor dimmed a bit. "Since the accident, Mom's had other
things to occupy her mind... She's cooled down quite a bit, and she's just
about totally accepted Terry but she's not a happy camper..."

"Bobby's brother?" Denise offered with a knowing wink.

"Yeah," Jackie sighed, "Even I know that she needs to let him give her
a good going over and he's a sweet guy, not like a certain brother he
has..." Jackie glanced at Dina.

Dina bristled, "I'm training him as fast as I can! In a couple of
months, he'll be fully housebroken!"

"Well, she's being an idiot and staying away and is absolutely
miserable over it! She cries herself to sleep and wakes up looking like
something out of the 'Night of the Living Dead'!" Jackie complained.

"Well, I know Momma's gonna have a go at her in the morning," Mandi
announced.

"Good!" said Dina. "I've got an idea, in case THAT doesn't work!
I'll drop it on Auntie in the morning!"

"If Dina's got a plan," Denise simpered, "your mom's outgunned
already!"

"Wouldn't take much!" Jackie grunted. Changing the subject, she
addressed Mandi, "What are you gonna give Rick while the rest of us are
surrendering our cherries, there, Mandi?"

Mandi grinned. "Whatever he wants!"

"And how," Dina probed, "is that any different from any other night?"

Mandi shrugged. "It isn't! We'll just have to enjoy the
surroundings!"

"Alas! Poor Mandi!" Denise wailed theatrically, "She's given her all!
How long do you figure you've got before he gets tired of you?"

Mandi smiled contentedly. "From the way he can't seem to get enough,
several decades, at least! Rick's a real horndog and I love it!"

Dina laughed. "From the moans coming from his room when you're there,
you'd think I lived in Spookville! You two are either dying, or in lust!"

"That would be the latter!" Mandi announced primly. "I can't WAIT to
catch you and Bobby in full rut! Rick and I are working 24 hours a day on
ideas for how to get even with you two for that Sunday! And as for YOU,
Sister Mine! Selling tickets to your own sister's defloration! God's gonna
get you for that but I am first!" Gales of laughter greeted this
announcement as the unrepentant duo warded Mandi off by making the sign of
the cross with their fingers.

"Well, I can't WAIT to catch up!" Dolores announced. "I figured that
the first time we got to necking heavy, I was going to lose a wrestling
match but Timmy's been all gonzo about holding off until tomorrow night!
What's that all about?"

"That's all about Tim being an absolute jewel!" Denise remonstrated.
"He wants your first time to be absolutely perfect, which, given the
temptation, makes him one in a million! You should be proud and happy
instead of moaning and groaning about the delay! Most boys would have
treated you to a miserable quickie in the back seat of their car! Lemme
tell you, that's NOT the optimum place to lose your virginity!"

"Yeah, I know," Dolores sighed dreamily, "but it's just SO HARD..."

"Yeah, and so LONG, too!" Dina simpered. Dolores took a playful swing
at her and the pillow fight was on!

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She Giggled
by
Kenny N Gamera

Okay, I was having a day. You know, the kind where the little
yellow smiley face has Xs for a mouth and eyes with a red dot in
the center of the arc which would be a person's forehead and drops
of blood dripping down. The sort of day where you write whole
paragraphs in sentence fragments that really freak out the grammar
check in MSWord (R). The sort of day where you recycle old gags
from other stories. That sort of day, with nuts and a dab of
whipped cream on top.

Bleck.

But I digress.

She was watching me as I typed away at the keyboard in the computer
lab on the north side of campus. She was not young, not even my
age. She was at that age where she was definitely someone's mom.
Still, even with her short blonde hair streaked gray, she was nicer
to look at then a blank screen and an empty mind in need of just
another latte to be at full strength.

A latte. The thought hung in my mind like a girl from a ceiling in
a TM Quinn story. I got up from the table where I was working. I
passed her as I walked out the door and she searched for a place to
sit in the crowded lab. She smiled at me. I smiled at her but
noted with a quick glance down the diamond ring on her left hand.

Probably just gas, I told myself as I went to the little coffee
stand next to the convenience store next to the food court in the
floor above the basement lab. The girl at the counter was your
typical gum chewing freshman. So, I waited just a little longer
than I should have as she remembered the secret to making a latte.
Unfortunately, she spent more time remembering to flirt with some
guy in a hat with greek letters arranged in a manner quite unlike a
mathematical formula. I, therefore, got a cup filled with something
more similar to a cappuccino than what I wanted.

I was having a day, but I said that already.

I got back down to the lab, half expecting someone to have stolen my
machine or my jacket or be using my email account to spam most of the
planet. Instead, I found that the woman known as someone's mom had
grabbed the computer next to the one I was using. She smiled at me
again; I smiled at her which seemed to be the polite thing to do.
I, also, tilted the screen a little so that the empty wall to the
other side of me had a better view and the mom had a worse view of
the little sex ditty I was writing.

I just stared at the screen some more as the words refused to flow
anywhere near the screen. I watched the mom as well as she waited
for the ancient computer to boot through the long routine that was
required of it. She smiled at me, again. It was the type of smile
that I learned to be afraid of as a kid. That radar that tells a
mother just what is going on in her child's mind. Or any child's
mind.

Too bad all men are somewhere still children.

I adjusted the screen away from her and continued to type away at
nothing. Or is it not type away at anything. I know, for certain,
it is not "not type away at nothing."

Anyway, back to the story.

After a time, I finished the notlatte, and the notstory finished
me. After a few seconds of internal debate, I saved the pathetic
fragment that I had written to a floppy. I adjusted the screen back
to normal and started to logoff. I stopped however when I realized
that I had forgotten to make one last check of my email. There was
nothing, of course, but I would not get another chance to check it
until the next afternoon.

I logged off.

The mom was looking at me and smiling. I was really getting nervous
at this. She looked somehow familiar. Dejavu is a trick, though.
I could not place her at all, but her pretty features were common
enough that I was reminded of several women I had known in my life.
That was all it could be. I smiled and offered her a good night as
I rose from the cheapass computer lab chair. In a voice made rough
by cigarettes, she said good night to me in reply.

I heard a giggle as I walked away from her.

#############

The next day, I got up late as per standard practice. Quickly, I
showered, shat, and shaved, fed the cats, and chased the large one
around the hall before he tired of the game and wanted to go inside
the wrong apartment. The door to that apartment opened. My run
away cat naturally freaked out when a blond haired woman walked out of
the door, almost stomping him in the process.

"Whoops! I'm sorry, little guy." Before he could react the woman
had him up and in her arms. In alternating pulses, my cat squirmed
and froze while she petted him. She looked at me and smiled, "Is he
yours?"

I squirmed a little as well. She wore a loose shirt and a pair of
khaki shorts, which showed off a long pair of, tan legs and ankle socks
tucked into a pair of tennis shoes. I looked up into a pair of ice
blue eyes, which I could feel having seen before, maybe in a dream.
Her face was common, but in that way very pretty. I remembered at
once all the girls that I had loved before. Both those from afar
and those from up close.

I stuttered.

Well, I did. I could come up with nothing suave or witty or even
stupid. I just stuttered like a stupid teenage boy.

My cat answered for me by frantically reaching his front paws in my
direction. She noted his reaction and handed him to me. I
wordlessly accepted my pet back from this woman. He quickly hugged
himself against me and began to purr very, very loudly. I just
stood there.

"He seems to be happier with his daddy, doesn't he?" she stated.
With another smile, she stepped by me. Closing her door, she turned
away from me and walked down the apartment hall. I watched her
retreating ass. She started outside, stopped, turned, and waved to
me. From the short distance, I could hear her giggle. Then, the door
closed behind her.

Finally, I took my cat inside and went to job number one.

#############

I hate waiting tables with a passion that Republicans save for Bill
Clinton. Naturally, this is what I do to keep kitty chow in the cat
bowls. Fortunately for my little monsters, I did receive a section
in the dining room rather then being sent home. It was a slow day
at the Country Club, the golf course closed for maintenance, but I
still had a total of three tables for most of lunch. They were
large, mostly business men, talking about work between the sordid
lies of golf games past. They tipped well.

The cats would eat well tonight.

At two, the manager walked over to me. This is a bad thing at two
o'clock in the afternoon of a slow day and with the kitchen about to
shut down. I knew what was up before he said a word.

"Kenny, we got another table. A deuce. You're taking it."

He retreated before I could tell him where he could stick his table.
I could almost get out right now with a decent hourly rate, but a
deuce would rarely leave enough on its own to make up for the extra
time I would spend in the dining room. I groaned to myself and
with my order book in hand left the server station.

I groaned again when I saw the table by the window. It was a woman,
very plain, with a young girl with blonde hair. If it weren't enough
to be stuck late, having to deal with a child was way too much. The
words "shut up and soldier" flashed into my head in my father's
voice. With a mighty sigh, I marched to the table.

"Good Afternoon, Ladies," I said in my relaxed country club waiter's
voice as I gave each the appropriate menu. "May I offer either of
you a beverage before you order?"

"I'll have a glass of white wine, the Lindenman's Chardonnay." The
woman's voice was as plain as her face. "My ward will take a glass
of fruit juice."

"We have..."

"Apple juice!"

I turned to the girl who was about twelve, an age where almost all
people would order for themselves, nor would they order a juice.
Instead of being angry or sullen, she just smiled mostly at me. At
least, I assumed it was me because she kept contact with my eyes.

"I really like apple juice," she said.

I smiled at her and answered with a light voice, "of course, ma'am.
I will be right back with your juice." I turned to the plain woman.
She did not smile. I assumed a formal expression and said formally,
"and with your wine, ma'am."

They ordered and ate quickly, with no dessert. Twice, I refilled
the juice. I never refilled the wine. Each time, the girl smiled
at me with a bright cheery smile. The friendliness of her sweet
everygirl face brightened my heart. This was what I had wanted in my
life; just this little touch of sunshine cleared some of the gloom
over me.

If I had my life again, I wished, this girl would be my daughter.

But then again, wish in one hand and shit in the other...

They, at last but too soon, got up to leave. I stepped away from
the service station long enough to watch them go. The girl held
onto the plain woman's hand as they walked away, but with a sudden
movement as they approached the host stand, she pulled away from her
guardian and ran to me.

By instinct, I bent down as she reached me. Still, she had to
stretch to reach my cheek. There, she planted a little kiss before
stepping away. I touched the spot her lips had just parted.

"You're cute," she said with a giggle. Then she ran back to the
plain woman who just waited for her at the host stand. Together,
they walked away.

#############

I sat in the coffee shop. My notebook was filled with doodles. No
words, just doodles. My writing was going nowhere, slow, and I was
beginning to wonder if I should just skip the next latte, sober up a
little, and catch up on my sleep. It was still early enough that I
could go home, read a quick story or maybe finish that new Sherri
Tepper novel with enough time to get some extra sleep.

I decided on a cookie.

Well, I was hungry and a little extra food could absorb the unneeded
coffee that flowed in my system in place of the blood. The line at
the counter was a blonde woman, very heavy with a bun of her own in
the oven. The college kid at the counter steamed milk as she played
with a muffin wrapped in plastic. Her hands were small, with short
fingers. On the left was a diamond ring. I looked up and caught her
staring at me. I looked into her ice blue eyes. I grinned the
guilty grin.

She smiled at me then winked.

"Hot almond milk, ma'am."

With a start, we both turned to the coffee boy. He held out a paper
cup with a plastic sippable lid. She took it. I went to the
counter and started my order. As he left to make my coffee, I felt
my hand being touched.

I turned, and she was still there. Her left hand held mine. She
smiled at me. I started to think of something to say, but she
stopped that by taking my hand and placing it against her full
belly. Just as I touched against her, the fetus kicked against the
spot where I was placed.

Her smile grew. I saw pride in her eyes, but before I could even
think of what to ask or what to say or whether I should be asking or
saying, she let go of my hand. She turned and walked to the exit.
She stopped and waved to be without a word. But I could see her
giggle as the glass door closed behind her.

#############

I was walking into by building with my head down, lost in thought.
Not a good story line, either. I was pondering the wisdom of
continued porn writing in face of a neglected dissertation. So, I
didn't see her as I plowed into her. Her body bumped the note book
from my hand.

She was young and cute in an almost any girl sort of way. I smiled
at her. She smiled at me and said in a light voice, "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going."

"It's not like I was either."

I looked down at my dropped journal and saw a pack of cigarettes.
Next to it was a lighter. I bent down to a knee for the her items.
After I handed her those items, I noticed a ring. It was gold and
had a small diamond.

I looked at her. It had to have been hers, but she looked closer to
a college freshman than someone's wife. I took it in my right hand.
My eyes questioned her. She shook her head yes.

I stood up and reached towards her to hand her the dropped wedding
band. She lift her left hand in time with me. Her palm was down.
The ring, between my thumb and index finger, slid onto her finger
as I watched.

I looked at her. She looked me in the eyes with hers of blue ice.
She smiled.

"I do," she said softly. Hers lips touched mine. After a gentle
kiss, she parted.

Then, she ran from me to the corner of the building. I gave chase,
just as she turned from my sight. I heard her giggle, but she was
gone as I reached the corner.

#############

I woke up early for the first time in months. I poured the cats an
early breakfast and took the time to brew a pot of coffee for
myself. I listened to the local news on the local public radio
station as I sipped at my cup. As the reporter droned on about the
annual fiesta on the south side, a knock interrupted my early morning
nonthoughts. The cats scattered to their various hiding places.

It went to the door to answer it. Without looking, I opened the
door. It was the woman from downstairs.

She came in uninvited. Equally uninvited, she pushed her body
against mine. Forcefully, our lips met. I began to kiss her before
she could kiss me. We kissed for several minutes. Neither of us
spoke to the other. I knew that any talking would break the spell.
In the end, her voice did break the spell.

"Make love to me."

I led her to my bed. She dropped to her knees before she reached
up to me. With strong arms, she pulled me down after her. I fell
to my back. She attacked me with abandon. In just moments, my
boxers were off and her left hand began to stroke at my penis. I
was mesmerized by the sight of her tiny fingers against my cock.

She looked at me with her ice blue eyes that cut through my soul
like a blowtorch. I couldn't have cared less about the diamond
wedding ring around her finger as I stared into her. I only cared
about entering into her.

I reached into the night stand and removed a condom. She helped me
place it around my cock. With the sheath in place, she rolled to
her back. I mounted her in one motion. I had never done that
before or since with any woman, but we her it seemed so natural to
just start pumping.

It wasn't love that we made, despite her request. We just fucked
each other in wild animal movements. Her legs around me, at last I
came.

As my penis released into her, I thought that I heard her shout out,
"Come in me daddy, come in me. Make your little girl with my seed."

Confused, thought to ask her what she meant, instead I fainted.

############

She was gone when I woke up. The rubber was still around me, but it
had burst as I came.

############

I reached work in time to not get sent home. Still, the
maintenance kept the business away. I had no tables. I stayed
busy with sorting and polishing silver and cleaning and other odds
or ends that get left undone.

Finally, as I prepared to leave, the manager gave me another late
table. "Sorry, Ken. She requested you."

I went to the table at the window. It was a single woman, an old
crone who sat smoking a single cigarette. She looked at me with the
pale blue ice of a younger woman.

"Bring me an apple juice," were the first and last words she said to
me. She just stared out the window and sipped at the apple juice.
At last, she carefully stood up and walked away from the table. As
she passed me, she stopped and took my face in her small left hand.

Her face stretched to meet mine and she placed a kiss on my cheek.

With a girlish giggle, she turned and walked away.

At the table was a wedding band and a note which simply read, "Let's
do the timewarp again."

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Don't read this if you're under 18 years of age. Don't
copy it without permission. 2002 by Sara H.

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Hiss

by Sara H

(Categories: FF, F-solo, F-Dom, MC)

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Roxanne opened the box and pulled out the earphones. She
had ordered the Perfect Sound unit three weeks ago, and
it was very expensive. Now that she saw it, it looked
unimpressive. But if it would do the trick, the price
would be worth it.

She'd bought it on the recommendation of Sally, her
closest friend at work. She'd gone on and on about it,
almost like some kind of religious conversion. Of course,
that was silly. One of the things Roxanne and Sally had in
common was their involvement with their respective churches.

She pulled out the instruction sheet and followed it to
the letter. The earphones came with several sets of earbuds
for a custom fit that would block out all other sound. She
tested them and found the earbuds that blocked her ear
canals snugly, but not painfully.

As promised, the sound was resonant, and the clarity was
incredible. Not only that, but the music from her included
MP3 player sounded clearer than she had been able to
imagine.

But the reason for which she had bought it was the best
of all. Her husband's TV, turned up loud enough to bless
the entire neighborhood with his nightly choice of sitcoms,
was totally inaudible. It was perfect.

She spent the evening going through the basement,
straightening up and putting her sewing projects in order.
She did it to the sound of The Dedication, a kind of
christian acoustic rock band. For the first time, she heard
every note.

The evening passed by before she knew it. By the time she
looked up from her fabric chest, it was one in the morning,
and time for bed. She didn't mind. She was euphoric. A
whole evening, spent in her own little sanctuary.

She got her first frustration of the evening a moment
later as she pulled on the wires and they came loose,
leaving the earbuds lodged in her ears. She tried several
times to get them out, but as much as she tried, she only
seemed to press them in further. After another twenty
minutes, she gave up. She'd need her husband to help her.
She couldn't face waking him up.

Besides, he snored to wake the dead, and maybe these
things would help.

They weren't uncomfortable, anyway. The brochure had
mentioned that they were pressure-equalizing so that her
ears could be completely sealed, and that seemed to be
working. It was almost like wearing nothing at all.

It turned out that she could hear her husband snoring,
though. Apparently, pulling the wires out had done some
damage... but other than having a slightly hollow sound,
there was almost no sign she was wearing anything. She was
still cursing at herself and at his snoring when she
drifted off to sleep.

Her eyes popped wide open. What the hell kind of dream was
that? She looked at the clock, which stared back at her
with its neutral 3:23.

It was still vivid in her mind. She had been dreaming of
being on her knees. As she looked up, she saw the most
beautiful (beautiful?) vagina (pussy) she'd ever seen.
Without knowing why, her mouth had started watering. It was
part of someone... someone much too important to look at.
Instead, she was focused on the pussy... no, on the Pussy.
The Pussy sang to her. It was becoming the center of her
universe, the most important thing in her life, and on
earth, for that matter.

It was blasphemy. Delicious, unfettered blasphemy.

She leaned forward, its smell sending her mind reeling
into a kind of dazed adoration. She'd never felt anything
like it, ever. It was as if she'd been let in on a
beautiful secret, a wonderful ritual that would make her
life complete. Her own clit throbbed as her tongue touched
the Pussy...

... and she woke up, sweating and nervous, with her
nipples so erect that she could see them through the
blanket.

She spent a moment in prayer, but her mind kept returning
to scene from her dream. Half asleep, she kept drifting
where she didn't want to go.

She was confused and a little angry... she was no lesbian,
but her arousal wasn't going away, either. She slid out of
bed and padded to the hall bathroom and touched herself.
And electric shock shot straight into her brain. She had
the oddest thought that she was being a good girl, obeying
the Pussy... damn that dream! She began to circle her
fingers lightly over her distended clit.

Sally would be so ashamed of her. The thought, bathed in
her own depravity, raised her temperature another ten
degrees.

Shivers of pleasure crawled up her spine and over her
scalp. It was so fucking good! She thought of the Pussy, of
her dream, how vile and disgusting it was. It didn't make
any difference. It only made the pleasure stronger. She
began to feel her pulse throbbing in her ears as her clit
stiffened till further and her juices flowed, getting ready
to send her into a whirlpool of spinning pleasure. She
dipped her left middle finger deep inside herself, somehow
doubling the pleasure, and brought it to her mouth.

Her pleasure seared through her like a laser... like she
hadn't had sex in a year. Her juice coated her hand as her
fingers kept circling... circling... circling.... each
movement brought what felt like another orgasm ripping
through her.

Finally, her hand slowed and her toes uncurled. She
noticed how hard she was breathing when pleasure beyond any
orgasm hit her between the eyes. She nearly fell off the
toilet from the force of it. Her arms and legs spasmed in
pleasure as her head fell backward, eyes wide and unseeing
as the bliss obliterated any possibility of thought.

As the room fizzled and disappeared, she thought she could
hear whispers - happy, giddy whispers - coming from the
tiny objects still stuck inside her ears.

Without even being aware, a finger began to slide up and
down the length of her slit, as her legs spread wide again.

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She woke up with a start and turned over. She looked down
her body and heaved a sigh of relief. Too weird. She heard
her husband snoring and smiled. Only a dream. The memory of
the dream-pleasure made her shiver lightly and she looked
over at him. She almost laughed out loud. If only he knew
what perversion lay within her brain.

She had to admit, it was the best sleep she'd had in
years. She jumped out of bed and went into the master
bathroom. She looked in the mirror and frowned at her hair,
which had gotten far too long. Way too cutesy.

She got into the shower and lathered up her body. The
washrag was halfway down her belly when an odd thought
occurred to her. Her hand dropped to the razor in the
soapdish and then pulled the razor gently across her lower
belly, where her pubic hair ended. She stopped before it
would be too obvious. She smiled at herself. Silly. Such a
silly thing to do.

She noticed the hissing sound in her ears and frowned. The
earbuds. They were still comfortable enough, but she really
needed to have them removed. She'd never get the earphones
replaced if she didn't.

The hissing reminded her of holding a conch shell to her
ear, listening to the proverbial ocean. It made everything
sound distorted and distant, while the sibilant sound took
up all her attention. If she didn't think about it, she
barely heard it. It was only when she focused on it that it
bothered her. It was actually kind of nice. It was like a
white noise generator, allowing her the space to think.

Or not think, which was even nicer.

She stepped out of the shower and picked up her watch. To
her horror, she had been standing in there for thirty
minutes. She looked in the mirror again and gasped.

Her crotch was completely bare of any hair at all. She
looked at the shower drain, picked up the pile of curly,
brown hair, and flushed it down the toilet... a pile as
mysterious as her shaved crotch. She looked in the mirror
again.

It did look good. It looked... appropriate. Hot. Her brow
furrowed at the strangeness of the thought. She watched a
drop of water snake down to her belly and disappear into a
newly shorn fold of skin.

She was distracted away as she noticed the hissing again.
This was ridiculous. She got out a pair of tweezers and
reached up to try to pull the damned things out. She
groaned in dismay as she felt first one, and then the other
slip deeper in.

She thought about calling her husband in to help, but
realized she couldn't. He might help, but everything would
come out along with the buds... how much she'd really paid,
how she had screwed up. He would love the opportunity to
deride her again. The price was too high.

She'd just have to get Sally to help when she got to work.
If that didn't do it, she'd see a doctor. It would be
simple enough. Fifty dollars and a quick removal.

She got ready for work, but not before sitting down and
masturbating again to the thought of her bizarre dream, as
the fantasy took away any guilt or shame. She imagined that
she was obeying the unknown language of the hiss, cumming
with unknown tongues. It made her a bit late, but she
didn't notice.

She took it as a matter of course.

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She didn't see Sally until nearly eleven o'clock. She was
heading for the Marketing Department when she saw Sally
coming out of the bathroom looking a bit flustered. Roxanne
was still too far down the hall to call out, but not to far
away to notice the change in Sally.

Her hair was cut in a cute little pixie cut, blond and
very... well, butch. Roxanne blushed as she felt her pussy
begin to get slippery. It didn't make sense.

The earbuds hissed.

Then again, arousal was a basic human reaction, wasn't it?
Seeing beauty evoked a response... that was all it was. A
very nice response. It was good to be so natural. It was so
silly to worry about it. After all, people weren't depraved
just because they had impulses. That's what made them
humans -- the ability to disregard primitive, natural,
glorious, sexy urges...

She stopped herself. She was shaking from need, her clit
aroused beyond all reason. She had been continuing her walk
down the hall, and she now slipped into the very bathroom
where Sally had been.

It was alive with the smell of female arousal. Her head
swam as she made her way into a stall and pulled down her
panties. She reached to pull the vibrator out of her purse.

Vibrator? She didn't even own one! What was going on?
Where had it come from?

She stared at the obscene device. Her finger switched it
on and she heard it hum to life. She felt it buzzing in her
hand. Her craving was growing beyond her ability to think.

The hiss of her earbuds was deafening.

She touched the tip to her electrified clit and screamed.
Pleasure buffeted her around like a leaf in the wind. She
was a slave to her need... a slave to her desire... to her
depraved thoughts that were running more and more out of
control. Her legs flailed, hand rubbing the vibrator over
her pussy faster and faster, sending her normal thoughts
further and further away.

It was the first of many, many orgasms.

When she looked at her watch again, it was after one-
thirty. She knew people had come and gone, but
miraculously, no one had done anything. Probably it was
from embarrent or disgust. Roxanne didn't care. She
could only obey her need.

She knew that, now.

As she washed her hands, another woman came in and walked
past her. She looked on in open lust, and thought of how
sexy Sally had looked.

Sally. She needed to thank her for talking her into her
Warp Unit. She didn't know where the term came from. She
didn't care. She only knew how good it was.

As she walked out of the bathroom, she smiled as she heard
the familiar hum of a vibrator starting in the stall.

Apparently, Sally had quite a few friends.

She walked down to Sally's cubicle, but she wasn't there.

"She's having a meeting with Ms. Stivers," said Carol,
whose cubicle faced Sally's.

"Thanks," said Roxanne. She turned away and walked back
out to the hall that let to Gail Stivers' office. She
didn't notice as Carol tested another pair of earbuds,
trying to find the pair with just the right fit.

Ms. Stivers' administrative assistant was nowhere to be
seen. After a moment of hesitation, she knocked on the
executive's door.

"Come in," said a voice through the closed entrance. "It's
open."

As soon as the door opened, the scent hit her and she fell
to her knees.

"Ah, Sally, you've been so busy," said the voice. "How
many does this make?"

"Thirty-two, Mistress," said Sally's familiar voice.

"Thirty-two! Very, very nicely done!"

"Thank You, Mistress!" said Sally.

Roxanne realized that the voice didn't belong to Ms.
Stivers. She struggled to turn her head sideways and saw
the executive sitting in one of the guest chairs, naked,
eyes wide and unseeing. Her face was a vision of lunatic
ecstasy. Her right hand was rubbing obscenely at her pussy,
her legs spread open in obscene abandon.

It was very unprofessional, and completely captivating.

"And who is this?" continued Mistress.

"Roxanne Fleming, Mistress, a woman who was my closest
friend but is now Your slave," answered Sally. Her voice
seemed untouched by the horror of the statement she was
making.

Roxanne was much too captivated by the sight of Gail
Stivers to notice. A hungry growl played at her belly as
she licked her lips in lewd desire.

"Roxanne, slave of Mistress," cooed the Dominatrix.
Roxanne moved her head forward again, eyes down. It was not
a request for response, but an acknowledgement of fact.

She did not look up as Mistress approached. "Of course,"
continued her new Owner, "you'll need to change the hair,
get your nipples and hood pierced, but you want to do
those things, yes, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." She trembled as the word "slave" sent a
shiver of sure knowledge through the poor woman's mind as
she recognized the voice of her dream. Her own words
confirmed her new place in the world.

She did not worry about how she would handle things with
her husband, her home, her job, her family. They were not a
part of her new super-reality. She would be told what
needed to be done. She would obey. It was only natural. It
was the basis of her existence, after all.

As the legs stopped in front of her, the scent of Her
Pussy overwhelmed the fledgling slave. She moved her head
up just enough to confirm that indeed, this was the Pussy
of her dreams. Her passion flexed in recognition. She was
being given a glimpse of Paradise.

"Why don't you show Mistress what you've learned, precious?"

Roxanne felt her tongue stretch forward, aching for a
taste of Pussy, the Pussy she would live for and obey
forever once this consummation took place.

Just before she her tongue reached its goal, she pulled it
back. "Mistress, with this pleasure I bind myself to You
and to Your will for all eternity."

Mistress purred. "You may proceed, slave. Taste and become
Mine."

She tasted. She drank. She circled her tongue as her
ritual of devotion erased the last of her useless past,
burned away like worthless chaff. Orgasm flooded through
her, washing away every thought, every whim, every shred of
who she had been... her head filled only with obedience,
with love, with adoration.

She groaned and screamed in pleasure she knew was reserved
only for the Chosen. Her name was only her name for the
convenience of Mistress. She was slave. She would be
whatever Mistress preferred. She would be Roxanne only so
long as Mistress wished her to respond to that word.

She did not wonder what Mistress would call her. She might
as well as wondered why her lungs filled with air when she
breathed. It was so fundamental as to be a non-fact.

She had been commanded to service the Pussy. She licked
and swirled. She obeyed.

Her body, instantly addicted, only became more and more
hungry for the pleasure borne of her strict and
unhesitating obedience. Life became simpler and simpler as
bliss cascaded through her unresisting synapses.

Mistress speaks.

Slave obeys.

There was no room for anything save the insane pleasure
and mind-ripping cumming of living for the sake of
Mistress... everything for Mistress...

Mistress, and the corruption of Her perfect Commandments.

The earbuds hissed, but the slave no longer heard the
sound. As the pleasure swept her into spasms of obedient
passion, it was as much a part of her as the beating of her
surrendered heart.

New knowledge flooded into her. She suddenly remembered
how nice it would be for all of the women in her prayer
circle at church to hear the Perfect Sound.

She hissed in obedient pleasure.



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