Chapter 19

Toby was somewhere else -- and so was Amy. Both of them were plugged in peripherally to the little show that Tad, Anita and Bernice were putting on, but there was more to it than that. Amy was delivering the hottest blow job Toby had ever experienced, bar none -- and enjoying it immensely, masturbating to beat the band!

Toby had his hands on Amy's plump, puffy breasts, teasing and squeezing the nipples -- doing it just right to shoot sparks along the direct line between them and her swollen clitoris -- a place Amy couldn't seem to work up the willpower to avoid touching. It was potentially embarrassing, but Amy's crotch felt like it was being doused with itching powder -- and nothing would soothe it except to rub and rub, moaning around the hot, hard cock in her mouth!

The vibrations that set up added to Toby's pleasure -- which was ALREADY intense! Amy seemed to know exactly where to put her lips and tongue and exactly what worked and what didn't -- almost before Toby did! The results approached perfection -- neither of them had any attention span left for other people! They were locked in a cycle of giving and receiving pleasure that had only one outlet...

Toby went rigid, every muscle in his body locking up as pleasure peaked, then flooded his senses, "HRRRRRGH!" His cock exploded, shooting thick globs of semen into Amy's waiting mouth.

And she WAS waiting, ready, gurgling out her own pleasure around his glans as she, too, detonated, her pussy pulsing around her fingers and dribbling fluids onto the floor as she rocked to the contractions in her belly that seemed to help her automatically swallow Toby's seed!

The pair settled to Earth again with their eyes locked upon one another's, astonished at the amazing power of the experience! "Wow!" Toby gasped reverently.

"Mmmyeah!" Amy, realizing only when she started to speak that she still had his cock in her mouth. "Where did THAT come from?" Instinctively, each checked the other -- but, no, Amy still couldn't read Toby's mind and vice-versa. Others, however...

They were the center of attention in the room. EVERYONE was looking -- there were even heads sticking out of peep booth doors! And just about everyone was groping someone, absent-mindedly... Tad summed it up: "Wow! THAT was HOT!"

Instinctively, both Toby and Amy took steps to cover themselves -- in the form of a generalized nudge. Tad started it, by taking both Anita and Bernice by a wrist and leading them away from the booth. "Come on, let's see how you gals compare..." Anita and Bernice went meekly. Rick did essentially the same thing with Teela and Sonya. Elsewhere, others turned their attention to their partner -- whether it was of the moment, like Isaiah and Phyllis, or of choice, like Terence and Bonita and Brenda and Clint. But in no time, couples were entwined all over the room!

That included Chris and Misha; they'd gotten up, attracted by some odd indicator that something unusual was happening, and peered around the door of Booth One, Misha on her hands and knees while Chris leaned over her. Amy and Toby's defensive reaction triggered Chris to hold Misha in place by a shoulder and kneel up behind her; Misha turned to watch with wide eyes as Chris rubbed his cock along her puffy split and seated it at her opening...

"OMIGAAWD!" she wailed as he punched forward, deflowering her! It hurt, sort of -- stung, really -- but it felt good, too! Misha, instead of flinching away, backed onto Chris' invading pole, her ass wriggling. Three short strokes later, Chris was balls deep and running his whole length in and out of Misha's hungry twat! "Omigod! Omigod!" she puffed, throwing herself back at him, "You're wonderful! Fuck! Fuck!" Chris said nothing, saving his breath for furious delivery.

Isaiah had Phyllis' knees over his upper arms and was stroking her to beat the band, making her big jugs rotate in opposing circles as he pounded her.

Anita and Bernice were bent over the back of the couch, Anita grunting "Hurry! Hurry!" while Tad poured dick to Bernice -- Anita's entertainment coming from Tad's thumb in the entrance to her vagina while his fingers rubbed her clit. Bernice, wild-eyed, regarded Tad over her shoulder, gasping as he fucked her furiously. The couch itself was owned by Terence and Bonita; Bonita was riding Terence cowgirl. Brenda was draped over one arm, Clint providing her service, while Alyssa had the other, Damian in the saddle. It was crowded, but somehow no one seriously impeded anyone else...

Big Mac had Donna on her back -- and Donna was NOT complaining! Teela and Sonya were belly to belly on a mat on the floor -- Teela on the bottom -- kissing, while Rick cycled back and forth between Teela's pussy on the bottom and Sonya's on the top. Hank had Maddie on her back, pounding her furiously.

On the massage table, Louise and Pete went for seconds, Louise on the bottom this time, while Beth collected Frank and basically just dropped onto her back on the floor to take his thrusts -- and Adele had all but tackled Mark Torres and was squatting above him pumping her pussy up and down on his thick erection.

Toby and Amy scanned the situation; everyone was engaged sexually with SOMEONE. Shifting outward, Toby sensed Candace riding Ben cowgirl, having exhausted him on the first pass, and Marta again accepting Alonzo's member. Out on the patio, Miriam was giving Randy's cock loving attention, whining while he sucked on her clit -- and Lon and Sally, who had NOT joined the party, were joined at the genitals in Lon's room.

"Did we do this?" Amy whispered, rising.

"Apparently," Toby nodded.

"What about the other thing?" Amy husked.

"What other thing?" Toby asked, distracted.

"Us. The thing that started this," Amy amplified.

"Well, I want to do it again, if that's what you're asking," Toby replied. "I think maybe I'd like a taste, too..."

"Yeah, well, it was almost supernatural, wasn't it?" Amy queried, coloring, trying to keep him on track.

"Yeah," Toby nodded. "You came, didn't you?"

"Uh huh. That's unusual, isn't it?"

"I think..." Toby paused. "I think we were linked."

"During sex."

"Yeah."

"If we have sex the regular way, we'd better go somewhere VERY private -- or we'll precipitate a population explosion!" Amy giggled, looking around.

"That was after, I think," Toby opined.

"Well, this part was," Amy agreed, "but remember right after? Remember how everyone was watching?"

Toby pulled Amy against him, nestling his still erect cock between the plump cheeks of her ass and holding her in place with an arm wrapped around her to hold her wrist. "Yeah, I remember. It looked like one of those old TV commercials when somebody says, 'I go to so-and-so and so-and-so says...' -- and everybody stops to listen."

"We must have been... transmitting..." Amy mused.

"I guess," Toby agreed. "We almost had to have been linked." He paused. "Do you know what you did, after?"

Amy pursed her lips, eyeing the orgy going on around her. "Not really. It seemed very simple -- and instinctive. It was like we set up the situation and all we had to do was push a button..."

Toby nodded, thoughtful. "Exactly. It was like flipping a switch. Pre-programmed response?"

Amy rubbed his arm. "In them, or in us?"

"Both, I think." Toby leaned down to kiss her neck. "What if what we did set up a charge, like, and everybody in sight was a capacitor. We would need to discharge them, somehow..."

"Possibly." Amy looked up at him. "Does this mean we can't have sex?"

"No..." Toby mused, "but we need to either be at a party like this, preferably while sex is ALREADY going on, or somewhere private. I think if things are already happening we can let them pour the discharge into what they're doing without noticing us. We MIGHT be able to do it without broadcasting pleasure on all bands -- with practice."

"You're just saying that so you CAN practice!" Amy teased.

Toby grinned. Since the blow job, she'd been suddenly at ease with him -- another indication that they'd linked, in his opinion. Whatever subconscious bleed-over had occurred, trust had resulted. "Regularly!" he rejoined. Amy giggled. The pair watched the zoo going on around them distractedly while they enjoyed each other's touch. Most visible at the moment was Tad and his pair of girls; they watched as he withdrew his cock from Bernice Higgins, who was quivering in the aftermath of an orgasm, shifted to his right, and started rubbing his glans along Anita Shepherdson's dripping wet crack. "They'd both probably be thrilled to death if they knew..." Amy mused.

"Yeah -- even though Bernice has this racial purity thing," Toby agreed. "You know, Anita's a v--..."

Tad DIDN'T know; he plowed right into Anita, evoking a screech. "What the...?" he gasped.

"N--nothing!" Anita gasped, placing her hand over the one he had on her hip. "F--fuck me!"

"You're bleeding!" Tad muttered, shocked.

"My cherry," Anita related through gritted teeth. "DON'T STOP!"

"Okay..." Tad put his hips in gear.

Amy glanced up at Toby. "You're carrying her, aren't you?"

"Just a little," Toby agreed, "just the shock. She wanted it -- still does. It's what she's here for -- in fact, it's EXACTLY what she's here for!" Amy just nodded, smiling.

"What's going on?" Robert was standing there at the foot of the stairs.

"Things got a little wild," Toby explained. "Pick up a mask off the table, there..."

"Right." Robert collected and donned a mask. "I can see that..." He swept the room again with his glance. "Are you two the only ones not actively having sex?"

"We finished early," Toby replied.

"I see..." Robert strode over to where Beth was taking Frank's strokes. "Couldn't wait?"

"Hi, Sweetie!" Beth caroled. "No, sorry, too many people doing without -- I had to volunteer. You're not jealous, are you?" She dimpled. "You can beat me..."

"I want to watch!" Frank puffed.

"You can, Sweetie. Heck, you can help!" Beth turned her attention to Robert. "He seems to have a natural talent for it..."

Robert frowned. "Well, I'll share, but..."

"Bring me your hot cock, Sweetie -- I know you're feeling left out..." Beth cooed.

"Hey, uh," Frank panted waving Robert down so he could talk to him quietly. Frank made his pitch and Robert and Beth eyed one another. Beth nodded vigorously.

"Fine," Robert nodded. "Let me get ready." He stripped out of his clothing, then went to get a mat. Toby and Amy watched as he arranged himself on his back on it and announced, "Ready."

Frank got up and Beth rolled up onto her knees, leaning down to suck Robert's cock into her mouth. She waved urgently and Frank plugged himself back into her pussy, doggie-style. Robert took a double-handful of Beth's hair in her hands and made an obvious effort to choke her -- which failed. Amy frowned, but Toby whispered, "No, it's what she's looking for... and he knows it." Amy scanned Robert and relaxed.

Things were tapering off -- that is, the frantic pace of the activity was bringing various couplings to a boil rapidly, at which point they boiled over and the participants crashed. Phyllis was up on her knees, cleaning Isaiah's cock while he fondled her big jugs, her pussy dripping his two loads down her thighs. Adele and Mark Torres were done, too, but he was getting into the big jugs thing, having previously limited himself to blowjobs. Adele wasn't complaining. The couch arms were free; Damian had collected a couple of sodas from the bar, then led Alyssa upstairs and out to the pool deck for some quiet time. Clint was collapsed in a chair with Brenda perched on his lap.

Other couplings were just hitting the crest. Big Mac had Donna's ass in his hands and was skewering her pussy steadily, despite the fact that she was sinking fingernails into his biceps. Neither of them seemed to notice; Donna hunched up, hauling on his arms, and howled, "JEEZUS! JEEZUS!! FUCK! FUUUUCK!!!" then let go and flopped back while her ass danced in Mac's hands. Mac howled, "YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!" and Toby and Amy watched his balls bounce as he pumped Donna full of juice. When he was done and flopped forward, Donna grunted, "Kiss me!" grabbed his head, and mashed his lips to hers. Mac didn't complain or fight -- he just hauled her in close.

Close by, Robert tensely declared, "Ready!" Beth stopped sucking and knee-walked away from Frank to position herself over Robert, then settled onto his cock and flopped forward. Robert began pumping up into her from below, spreading his legs wide and setting his feet for purchase. Why? That question was answered as Frank pressed his dick against Beth's anus...

Amy just watched as Frank pushed his plunger home in Beth's ass -- with no more lubrication than he'd carried from fucking her pussy. Beth went "Uhngh!" but that was it -- her head came up, smiling beatifically as she took a pounding from two cocks! "You know," Toby muttered, "she would suck somebody, too, if she could get it." Amy nodded; Beth was glancing around hopefully, but everyone seemed to be out of action...

Not everyone, perhaps. "That looks hot," Pete Phifer rumbled from the foot of the stairs. Apparently, he and Tabitha had been out of range of the uproar, since he looked fairly fresh. Tabitha, standing beside him, took in the scene.

Beth broke free a hand and waved them over. Addressing Tabitha, she asked, "Can I borrow your man?"

Tabitha licked her lower lip. Pete took her by the arm and led her off to the side. "You want to?" she asked him, quietly.

"Yeah," Pete nodded. "Nothin' against you, but I want to play some, here and there. I think I mentioned it..."

"Does this mean...?"

"What?"

"You don't want me?"

"Nope. Doesn't mean that," Pete asserted. "You're the hottest thing goin', in my book. But I'd like to have... experience..."

Tabitha's eyes slid to the threesome. "What about me? I need a lot..."

"Yeah," Pete grunted. Tabitha seemed to be insatiable.

"Is it okay for me? I want to do that, too -- more than once!"

"I'm cool with that. This is sex -- getting our shit hauled. It's a party. If you're cool with that..." Pete muttered.

"Okay. So. We can play. But we're Numero Uno with each other, right? And we tell each other what's up?" Tabitha asked, her tone begging reassurance.

"Exactly right. I don't stick a dick in nobody else without you know about it. And nobody bangs you without me knowin'. Cool?"

"Cool." Tabitha, grinning, took him by the hand and led him back. "You owe me!" she told Beth.

"What do you want?" Beth panted.

"I want to do that, too."

"Oh, okay, sure!" Beth nodded vigorously.

"What do you want?" Pete asked.

Beth didn't answer -- Robert did. "Fuck her face. No mercy," he panted. "Try to choke her with your cock. Don't worry -- it's what she wants -- isn't it?"

"Yes!" Beth bobbed her head.

"Okay..." Pete stepped up and plugged Beth's mouth. Tabitha stood by, watching, hot-eyed, distractedly fingering a nipple while Pete delivered everything requested, taking Beth's head in both hands and shoving his cock down her throat, his hips cycling as he fucked her face.

Frank looked up and waved Tabitha over. "Give me one to chew," he directed. Tabitha glanced up at Pete, who nodded, and placed one of her splayed breasts in reach. Frank started teething on it, then growled without letting up, "Finger-fuck yourself. I wanna see you cum." Tabitha didn't argue -- she started masturbating, spreading her stance and leaning forward a bit to keep the nipple available to Frank while she probed her pussy with her fingers.

"Omigawd! Omigawd! Shit! Shit! SHIIIIT!!!!" came a wail from the couch. It was Anita, who arched up and used both hands to shove her ass back into the path of Tad's cock just as hard as she could! She threw her head back -- and everybody watching her could tell that she couldn't see the ceiling! Those who COULD see -- a limited audience -- could see the whites of Anita's eyes as they rolled up! She shook and jittered -- for the second time since Tad shredded her cherry -- and rocked and wailed and panted, "Yes! Yes! Yessss!!" She relaxed and started to flop forward, but Tad grabbed her shoulders and held her up while he tried to poke his cock out of her belly from the inside for a half a dozen strokes, then went, "AUUUGH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL!!!" and crushed himself against her while the fireworks display generated by his orgasm erupted before his eyes. Anita marveled dimly; the guy spewed like a fire hose! Then Tad's legs gave way and he literally fell on his ass, dragging Anita with him to the floor, still impaled on his slowly softening cock.

Terence eyed Bonita, who was cuddling herself to him on the couch, and muttered, "It's always the little ones..." Bonita smiled and kissed him.

Tad looked over at Toby. "You got that card?"

Toby scrabbled for the card on the floor. "Yes."

"I'm serious. I was before, but now..."

"Fuck, you got a card?" Mac croaked, eyeing Donna.

"Somewhere. Back over there, I think, with my glasses," Donna muttered.

"Can you see me?" Mac queried.

"Up close..."

Mac let out a gravelly chuckle. "That'll come in handy. Go find it -- and give it to him." Donna struggled up and wandered toward the chair where she'd stopped to blow Alonzo earlier.

"Hey!" There was a wave from the open door to Booth One. "Somebody come get it!" A male hand waved a card. Amy glanced at Toby and lurched forward. Chris and Misha were still in the doorway of Booth One, fucking doggie-style on the mat. Misha had her head on the mat, turned to one side; Chris had her shoulders and continued to power into her. Misha was covering her mouth with one hand and had the other out ahead of her to keep her from being pushed forward by Chris' strokes. As Amy got close, she could hear Misha going "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" behind that hand...

Chris scrabbled for the card where he'd dropped it on the mat after waving it. "This one..." he grunted.

"What about her?" Amy asked.

"Mine!" Chris puffed. "Fucking MINE!"

"Can I ask..?" Amy queried.

"This will be three," Chris puffed, "counting the blow job. She's amazing! Chicken, though..."

"It won't matter," Amy replied, squatting before the couple. "Will it, Misha?" she added softly.

Misha covered her face, mortified. "Lezynski?" Chris puffed. Amy nodded. "Good." Chris puffed. He let go of Misha's shoulders and pulled out. "Roll over."

Misha couldn't imagine why the guy wanted her to roll over -- but it couldn't be anything good. Well, the fun was over -- or was it? Wasn't he obligated? Misha rolled over.

Chris grabbed her by the hips and pulled her deeper into the booth, then pushed her knees up to her shoulders and crawled forward. That cock of his knew EXACTLY where home was and proceeded to drive inside her... "Hold your knees," he directed. Misha did as she was told -- and the guy stripped her mask off!

"Omigod!" Misha covered her face.

Chris swatted her on the ass. "Hold your knees!" Misha reached out to do so, gingerly. "I know who you are -- do you know who I am?"

"N--no..."

"Didn't think so." Chris puffed. "I should have known... Those coke bottle bottoms..." He pulled off his mask and leaned down. "How close do I have to get?"

"Chris?" Misha whispered in wonder. "Chris Baxter?"

"Yeah."

"Wow!"

"Good wow or bad wow?"

"Oh, GOOD!"

"That's fixed, then..." Chris waved Amy off and lowered his lips to Misha's; Misha sucked his tongue right in. She let go of her knees, but crossed her ankles around the small of Chris' back and started rolling her hips. It was a LOT better than doggie-style! Both of them felt the fuse light -- suddenly, that third cum wasn't so far away after all!

That left the last of the volunteers -- Bernice -- who drifted over to where Beth was being triple-teamed. "Shit..." she muttered, hot-eyed. She flicked a glance at Toby. "Is she...?"

"Okay?" Toby finished. "She's having a ball. 'B' is a little different -- she likes a little pain with her pleasure. Some women do. Sometimes it's just occasional, and sometimes it's regular. 'B' probably hasn't gotten enough lately."

"But why?"

"I think it's a basic animal thing," Toby opined. "Dominance and submission. Equal rights is neat and all that, but it's new, you know? If you look at the past, all the way back to when we couldn't even talk to one another, it isn't the norm. Way back when, if a male wanted it, the female gave it up -- or else. Civilization hasn't really replaced that -- not deep inside where the basic drives are. Some women still feel the drives -- more than a need to be modern women."

"Uh huh..." Bernice was eyeing Toby's cock. "You said it would be out..." She knelt. "Is that full up?"

Toby frowned. "Probably not. I thought you had a problem with...?"

Amy punched him.

"Maybe I was being stupid..." Bernice allowed, gazing at Toby's member.

"Yeah, well, I won't be handing out any cards..." Toby wasn't giving Bernice a break.

"Okay." Bernice's gaze didn't shift. She sidled forward. In the background, a muted wail and some emphatic grunts from the confines of Booth One signaled success for Misha and Chris.

"Go on," Amy whispered. "We can't right now -- and any idiot would know she didn't get enough..."

"I suppose..." Toby began, eyeing Bernice. He didn't finish; Bernice dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hands.

Trish materialized from somewhere. "You're gonna want that. Be careful, it might spoil you..." she teased.

Bernice rolled her lips over the tip, "Mmmmm!"

Amy pressed herself against Toby's back and leaned in to whisper, "Go ahead -- teach her." Toby rolled his eyes, but started delivering the little mental tweaks and nudges that he'd given other girls. Soon, Bernice was sucking confidently -- and working on deep-throat.

She was horny, though -- that's what had attracted her. That's why she was masturbating as she sucked. Amy nudged Toby, "Go on..."

Toby really didn't know why he was so reluctant -- but he was Still, Amy having given her blessing, there was no reason not to, so Toby took Bernice's hand and led her to the pool table, then helped her hop up and flop back on her back. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he pushed himself inside her.

"Oh, shit! Yes! Fuck!" Bernice remembered stuff about that night at the camp that she'd shut out of her mind -- stuff like the fact that it had been off and on GREAT! This was -- it was INCREDIBLE! Toby's big, flanged cock was ironing the wrinkles out of her pussy walls like Big Otis' had -- and so had Tyrone's! The rest had been so-so, but those two she remembered... "Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!"

Toby gave no quarter -- he was really torn about fucking Bernice, so he wanted it over with. He set up a pounding stroke and let Bernice handle it any way she wanted.

That backfired, more or less -- she LOVED IT! Somehow, she made her narrow little ass dance and she bucked and grunted and wailed and sighed -- and came three times before Toby could empty himself in her. The bout went on for several minutes -- largely because Toby wasn't into it, not because Bernice wasn't. Finally, however, she won him over -- physically, at least -- and he erupted inside her, shooting his jizz into her depths.

Afterward, she gushed her happiness -- something Toby was just NOT in the mood for. "Look, it was good and everything, but..." Toby grunted. Bernice glanced at Amy and nodded; she wasn't going to replace Amy, obviously. Besides, she'd been all anti-white -- and probably pissed Toby off that way. Trish took her in hand and led her off to the bathroom to clean up.

"That was pretty selfish," Amy muttered.

"Look, I REALLY didn't want to do it!" Toby retorted.

"Why?"

"Because..." Toby shut up.

"Because of me?"

"Yes."

"I TOLD you to go ahead..."

"I've seen that backfire before," Toby related.

"We're both going to have to do other people -- if only to keep up appearances," Amy whispered. "Besides, before I have sex with you, I'm going to need training wheels."

"Oh," Toby said shortly. "Okay."

"Don't be mad," Amy murmured. "I'm just not ready. If it goes like the blowjob, it's going to be insane -- I need something to compare it to, at least..."

"Okay, that makes sense."

"We're just going to have to do other people, anyway. Neither of us is meant to be exclusive. Don't let that bother you. Okay?" Amy dimpled.

"Yeah, okay." Toby smiled back and Amy rubbed herself against him.

Chris and Misha had re-donned their masks; Chris led the short girl out of the booth by her hand to get some refreshments. As they passed Anita and Tad, Misha grinned at the pair, embarrassed. Tad eyed the short girl, mumbling, "I THINK I know who that is..."

"You're not allowed to guess," Amy said from above and behind where he and Anita were parked on the floor. "Not out loud, at least. Are you two ready?"

Tad eyed Anita. "Yeah."

"Come on then." Amy waved them up, then led the way to Booth One. Toby, grinning, followed.

Neither one of them knew who their partner was. In Tad's case, he'd seen Anita around, but she wasn't going to garner any interest -- he had cheerleaders vying for his attention. Anita was just some girl... Anita had entertained the idea that she'd attracted Tad -- and dismissed it as a fantasy; things like that didn't happen to skinny, pigeon-toed chicks with braces and pits in their cheeks. Cinderella couldn't pry the captain of the football team loose from the likes of Cindy Simpson -- largely because she WASN'T an ugly stepsister, but instead was a hot blonde cheerleader with a toothpaste smile that hid long fangs. MAYBE Beverly Ellis could do it -- the main difference between the pair was hair color... No, Anita didn't know who he was -- but she knew who he wasn't and that was okay...

"Let's get started," Amy announced, once the four of them were crowded into the booth. "You don't mind if she sits, do you?" she asked Tad.

"Nope," Tad shrugged. The chair was taking up space in the booth, anyway -- better to have it occupied...

"Take your mask off," Toby directed Anita. Anita did as she was told, keeping her head down until she'd taken her eyeglasses from Amy and put them on.

Tad frowned, trying to remember. "Anita something, right?"

Anita nodded. "Shepherdson. Anita Shepherdson." 'He isn't happy...' she thought.

"Yeah, okay," Tad nodded. This kind of explained Pete and that fat chick, Tabitha. Tad wouldn't have picked Anita out of a lineup to dance with, let alone fuck -- but she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, braces and all, and she'd fucked like a mink AFTER he'd stolen her cherry... And she wasn't EVEN fat... One look told you that this one wasn't going to play head games with him like that cunt, Simpson, who pretended she was hot for him in public, but turned into an ice maiden in private... Cindy pissed him off, anyway -- she was about the most shallow bitch on the face of the Earth... They had NOTHING in common -- NOTHING! -- but she acted like they were made for each other. He might have gotten into her panties if he'd worked at it -- but why bother?

"You're up," Amy passed the ball to Tad. Tad pulled off his mask...

Anita's eyes bulged! "OMIGAWD! YOU!" she screeched. Heads turned all over the playroom, but the group was shielded by the booth, even though the door was open.

Tad blinked. "What's wrong?"

Anita blinked, thoroughly rattled. "What? Wrong? From my end, nothing -- but I can see why you're not happy..."

"Not happy?" Tad blinked. "I'm not happy? Why am I not happy?"

"You frowned..."

"I do that," Tad replied, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "You -- well, I'm kind of embarrassed. I barely knew you existed."

"Um, well, if it wasn't for being ugly, I'd be invisible," Anita mumbled.

"Ugly?" Tad blinked. "Oh -- the zits. It happens."

"The zits, the braces, the eyeglasses..." Anita hung her head.

Tad waved it off. "I had to wear this thing for, like, three years so I'd have room in my jaw for molars. You're doing all right."

Anita blinked. "You did?"

"Yeah, fifth, sixth and seventh grade. It was Hell."

"So..."

"So, we're dating. Better carry a gun -- or a knife. Cindy Simpson is gonna shit." Tad grinned.

"Well, aren't you guys...?"

"Only in her head, maybe. Do you see her here? Do you see me with her? She's a cunt," Tad declared. "Keep six or eight of your girlfriends around, because I plan to very publicly swap spit with you two or three places in the next week -- and I hope she has a heart attack!"

Anita grinned from ear to ear. "Me, too!" She hopped up from the chair and hugged him. Tad hugged her back.

Toby backed up far enough to glance out the door. "Okay, well, you guys can practice with your masks on -- we've got another couple to tie up..."

"Right." Tad threw his mask on and helped Anita tie hers off. "Let's get something to snack on." He led her out.

Toby waved at Mac and Donna. Mac hauled Donna into the booth. "So, Toby asked, "How far do we have to go with this?" Toby asked.

Mac shrugged. "This is just makin' it official, right? I belly up to the bar for two dates. Okay. Shit, Darlin', you wanna go for six?"

"Uuhhh..." Donna gasped, taken aback, "N--no, two is fine..."

Mac cocked his head. "That mean you don't want six?"

"That means I don't want to take advantage," Donna replied.

"Well, I DO! I figure I owe you for that cherry!" Mac retorted. "But I'm gonna be lookin' for more..."

"If I'd been a little quicker, it wouldn't have been a surprise," Donna replied.

"If I'd been a little slower, it wouldn't have been, either -- but it was. I was gonna get it, though, anyway, wasn't I?" Mac asked.

"Yeah," Donna nodded. "I don't know what that makes me..."

"My girlfriend?" Mac replied. "Or are you gonna get all wrapped around the axle about bein' easy and shit?"

"Well..." Donna eyed him. "Is this about sex?"

Mac grimaced. "That's kinda grey, isn't it? The horse is out of the barn. If you're asking if I'm gonna want to pretend it didn't happen, then, yeah, we've got a problem. If you're askin' if I think there's more to it than that, there's less quicksand there -- I think maybe we got somethin' goin'."

"Okay," Donna put her head down and eyed him sidelong. "I think maybe that will work."

Mac chuckled. "We've had two run-ins now, and you've been hot both times. Ain't no way you're gonna want to sew it up. I won't pretend I own it, but I'll be lookin' for it -- and I'm willing to do what's right to get it. Just don't bullshit me and tell me you won't be wantin' it, too."

Donna eyed him. "You don't WANT to own it?"

"Oh, I WANT to -- I just won't pretend I DO already."

"Okay." Donna nodded. "That sounds right. You know who I am?"

"The runny nose is a dead giveaway," Mac chuckled.

"It's allergies."

"I know, Donna." Mac chuckled. "I'm sure you've figured out who I am."

"Yes, Mac, I'm aware."

"Okay, then -- it's handled." Mac nodded toward the door and everyone vacated the booth.

"I've got a big ass," Donna mumbled as she exited the booth.

"No shit?" Mac teased, laying a paw on the offending body part and giving it a squeeze. "Darlin' do you think a little scrawny tush like that could handle me more than a couple -- three times?" He waved at Anita.

"Maybe not..." Donna smiled.

"For sure not," Mac agreed. "It wouldn't dance like yours, anyway..." Donna looked up and smiled.