Chapter 23

Eleven couples managed to show up for the gathering at the cineplex: Damian and Alyssa, Terence and Bonita, Clint and Brenda, Randy and Miriam, Bobby and Trish, Hank and Maddie, Tad and Anita, Chris and Misha, Mac and Donna, Pete and Tabitha, and Toby and Amy. There was a bit of an altercation over the movie choice -- the boys tended to want to see the latest superhero flick -- but the girls won out, and they saw a romantic comedy. Mac summed it up, "Who's gonna be watching the movie, anyway?" The bunch of them tied up a considerable chunk of real estate in the screening room they ended up in -- but it was probably a pleasant surprise for theater management as even on Labor Day the early shows tended to be lightly attended.

Toby and Amy and Hank and Maddie sat a couple of rows back -- and separated as couples -- individually watching the others cut up. Amy and Toby scanned things using their peculiar abilities...

"Damian is pissed," Amy related. "He isn't thrilled about the girls running things."

"He wouldn't be," Toby replied. "It's not how he and his girls do things."

"His girls?"

"I'm counting Candace."

"You may have to talk to him about things -- he's seething over the way things are going," Amy pointed out.

"I'm sure he sees that everybody's control over club girls is eroding -- and that will include his," Toby replied. "Alyssa knows what's going on -- and she doesn't want him mad. She doesn't want things to change, either."

"For everyone?"

"Just for herself."

Amy nodded. "Hank's only here because it turned into a team function. He's busy worrying about Maddie. I guess she's pretty timid..."

"She's had a hard life. Hank may be overdoing it, but it IS appreciated," Toby related.

"Randy's got his hand in Miriam's blouse..."

"Yeah, well, Miriam is pleased to death about it. She's got a little exhibitionist streak, anyway, and she likes to be pushed -- you know that. I guess Randy said something about not being able to keep her challenged and she's worried about him backing off," Toby replied.

"So..." Amy mused.

"So she would sit there topless with a big grin on her face if Randy pushed it that far," Toby replied. "That peasant blouse isn't an accidental choice on her part." He frowned. "She's worried about her folks, too -- apparently, her mother just found out she's dating a black guy."

"Maybe she should have Randy back off, instead of doing anything wild..." Amy mused.

"That's not how she thinks," Toby replied. "She wants Randy committed; she wants to be absolutely indispensible to him, if possible. The level of commitment there..." He shook his head. "She's ready to move out if she has to -- she's prepared to leave her parents if they won't tolerate Randy."

"That's pretty extreme!"

"She thinks he's worth it," Toby shrugged. "Think about what she's already done..."

Amy sighed. "Randy's main worry is that he's not going to be able to keep her happy."

Toby nodded. "It will work or it won't. Right now, she's good for him."

"Yeah..." Amy nodded.

Toby frowned, making a scan. "There's a lot of parent trouble going around - especially the new girls."

"Oh?"

"Anita's folks can't see any reason why the captain of the football team would date her - well, they see one..."

"Tad's unhappy about that. He just doesn't know what to do about it," Amy related.

"In Anita's mind, he's ALREADY proven her parents wrong, since they're out in public AFTER he took her cherry," Toby replied. "But of course, she can't tell THEM that. On the other hand, she doesn't have any illusions regarding what will happen after the second public date."

"Maybe she should," Amy giggled. "He seems to have a pretty high opinion of her. Of course, some of it is related to how she gives head..." She sobered. "Anita's position has a lot to do with what she does in public versus what she does in private. I guess Tad's had some cheerleader crawling on him in public..."

"Cindy Simpson."

"Well, it's all for show - and Tad tolerates her because it keeps other girls off him, not because she means anything to him. In fact, he holds her in complete contempt..."

"THAT could get interesting..." Toby mused, adding. "Misha's mother doesn't even know she's here - and Donna's relieved because her folks figured she was at a wild party Friday night with booze and drugs. I guess Adele fixed it with a phone call."

"How is she otherwise?" Amy asked. "Mac's got his arm around her and is playing with her left breast."

Toby grinned. "She's wishing she hadn't worn a bra."

Amy chuckled and leaned against Toby. "I guess THAT's not a problem."

"So, did you wear a bra?"

"Find out! You've got hands."

Mac drove himself, Donna, Tad and Anita; Tad and Anita sat in the back seat. "I'm sorry about your folks," Tad offered, as they left the theater headed for Wimpy's.

"It's not your fault," Anita replied. "The fact that I'm here more or less disproves things - for now, anyway."

"What works long-term?" Tad asked.

Anita eyed him. "You're kidding, right? I don't expect long-term."

Tad blinked. "Why not?"

"You bought two dates. What do I have to offer that will get me past that?"

Tad shrugged. "I like you?"

Anita eyed him. "Ummm..."

Tad reached out and pulled her against him. Anita cuddled up and mumbled, "Yeah, that might work." Donna, watching the pair from the front seat, giggled.

Wimpy's wasn't prepared for a party of twenty-two. There were a couple of horseshoe booths at the back that the guys dragged some tables into a row between. The booths held eight apiece easily and they managed seating for six on one side of the tables in the gap. The waitresses weren't thrilled, but it worked. In the left booth, clockwise from the left, facing the wall, were Randy, Miriam, Toby, Amy, Hank, Maddie, Mac and Donna. Going across the tables from there were Damian, Alyssa, Tad, Anita, Clint, and Brenda. Continuing with the right booth were Terence, Bonita, Pete, Tabitha, Chris, Misha, Bobby, and last, but not least, Trish.

The gathering could not fail to attract attention - notably from Beverly Ellis. Some of the most eligible members of the football squad were there - and they ALL had female companions. But one couple - dead center - stood out... Bev got on the phone. "Cindy?"

"Oh, hi, Bev. What's up?" Cindy Simpson answered.

"I thought you'd like to know - half of the football team is at Wimpy's," Bev related.

"What's that got to do with me?"

"Tad's here..."

"Oh. Well, it'll be all right."

"...With Anita Shepherdson," Bev finished.

"WHAT?"

"They're looking pretty cozy," Bev opined.

"Twenty minutes!" Cindy hung up.

Cindy took eighteen minutes. Everyone was just biting into their burgers when Cindy swayed in and positioned herself in front of the table where Tad and Anita were eating and put her fists on her hips. "Well, what's this?"

Tad put down his burger and swallowed the mouthful he'd been chewing. "It's dinner, actually."

"Who's that?" Cindy waved at Anita.

"You don't know Anita?" Tad asked blandly, then waved at Anita, "Cindy Simpson, meet Anita Shepherdson."

"What's she doing THERE?" Cindy pressed, pointing at the table.

"Well, eating..." Tad replied.

Cindy decided to take the high road - she could wire that Shepherdson slip's braces together with twist ties later. "But Tad," she chided, "why wasn't I invited?"

"I invited someone else," Tad explained, with some pretense at patience.

"But why?" Cindy whined, "Aren't I your girl?"

"Well, no, actually..."

"WHAT?" The mask dropped. "What do you MEAN no?" Cindy snarled.

"You come around and hang off me in public so you can get seen with me," Tad replied. "That's not a relationship - is it, Anita?"

Anita covered her mouth with a napkin. "No."

Cindy glared at Anita, "So what have YOU done?"

"We're just out," Anita replied. "Tad asked me and I'm here."

"Tad makes it sound like there's more to it than that," Cindy charged.

"And maybe there is," Anita replied carefully. "That's up to Tad."

"What does THAT mean?" Cindy ranted.

"It means that what Tad and I do makes him happy," Anita replied. "Apparently, what you do with Tad doesn't. It's not really up to me alone - if he didn't want to be with me, nothing I could do would have any effect. I mean really, Cindy - do you think I have any shot at competing with you for looks?" She sounded calm, but inside, Anita was shaking like a leaf. Tad reached over and rubbed her thigh.

"Obviously not!" Cindy snapped. "So what ARE you doing?"

Anita just looked at her. "That's private."

"You're fucking him!" Cindy accused.

"That's rude, Cindy," Tad interceded. "Besides, it's none of your business."

"So she is!" Cindy accused. "Is that what it takes?"

"What it takes is having the same relationship in private that we have in public," Tad erupted, "not being lovey-dovey in public and an ice queen the second no one is looking! It's about being for real, not just pretending!"

Several of the guys laughed. Cindy looked furious - but could only sputter. Finally, she turned and stomped off. "Good fucking riddance!" Clint opined. "That goes for you, too, Beverly!" Beverly had forced herself on Clint in the past. At this juncture, she withdrew, rather than getting herself tarred with the same brush as Cindy.

"Cindy makes it sound like pleasing your man is a federal offense or something," Miriam commented. "I think it's just good sense."

"Cindy has different rules," Tad explained. "She's interested in Cindy. Having sex with a guy might ruin her future value."

"My future value is to my man," Miriam announced. "If he wants it, he gets it." She turned to Randy. "Do you want my titties?"

"All the time," Randy replied, not thinking too much about it.

"Uh oh," Toby murmured - just before Miriam stretched the elastic neck of her peasant blouse over her shoulders and pulled her arms through so she could sit bare-breasted with the blouse bunched below them. Donna giggled.

The good news was that Miriam was facing the wall and Mac and Donna and was therefore not too terribly visible to patrons, since the back of the booth seat masked her, generally. Randy thought about telling her to cover up, but that didn't seem to be a reward, so he slid his arm around her shoulders and played with one of the exposed breasts. Miriam leaned against him to give him room to work. "Keep an eye out?" he asked Toby.

"I got it," Mac chuckled. "Got her trained, huh?"

"Some girls just have the right attitude to begin with," Randy replied. "I got lucky..." He kissed Miriam on the top of her head.

"Some girls just need a little tuning up," Damian remarked, hauling Alyssa against him. "Do that thing you girls do where your bra comes out from under your top, Babe."

"Sure." Alyssa smiled and made it happen. The results were pretty clear; Alyssa's nipples poked big dents in the front of her loose tank top.

"I've got the right attitude!" Donna insisted and emulated Alyssa, "See?" She flourished the bra, then she stuck it in her purse.

"Well, I can't SEE, Darlin', but I'm sure it'll be easier to feel," Mac drawled.

Donna leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do it! Shove those big fingers under my top! Do you want me to uncover them?"

"No, this is good..." Donna's top bulged over Mac's hands as he mauled her right breast. "You like that?" he murmured.

Donna sucked in a breath. "A lot!" she husked back.

"I can..." Anita insisted - but Tad put a hand over hers.

"Don't. We want you to hold the high ground where those cheerleader cunts are concerned," Tad admonished.

"B-but..."

"You can do it in the car - promise. And I'll slobber all over them, too, okay?" Tad replied softly.

"Well, okay."

"We don't want THEM to have anything to say. If they can't prove anything, it undermines their position. We're going to do things the opposite of the way they do - I'm gonna hang all over you in private and treat you like a lady in public, okay?"

"Okay. Are we gonna do it again?" Anita asked quietly.

"Yeah. I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage, but..."

"No, I... I want it."

"Okay, then. I do, too!" Tad smiled.

"Good!" Anita bit into her burger.

Tabitha eyed Pete. "You wanna feel my titties?"

"You got nothin' to prove, Babe," Pete replied.

"I got nothin' much up top, either," Tabitha replied ruefully.

"You got plenty - but I can suck 'em later," Pete informed her.

"Okay."

Trish glanced at Bobby, but he shook his head. "What HE said," he muttered.

"You guys..." Misha muttered. She had nothing much on top; Chris wasn't gonna want to go wild under her top. But there was always the other thing... She started wiggling and disappeared under the table.

Chris' eyes popped. "Misha, Honey, jeez!" He reached down to fend off the hands working at his track suit bottoms.

"I want it!" she hissed.

"Here?!"

"Sure. They think they're all bad-ass..."

"Honey, you don't have to... Aahhh!" She'd gotten his cock clear and wasted no time sucking him in. Chris slid down a bit in his seat to give her room, since she wasn't taking no for an answer. Tabitha, watching the action under the table, snorted a giggle. Nobody else close had a good angle - and even the ones in the booth across the way could only see Misha's ass and her feet as she knelt between Chris' legs.

Damian chuckled, "Y'all been upstaged!"

Miriam started backing and filling, but Randy stopped her, "No! You aren't Misha's size! You keep your ass up here!"

Everyone else waved the idea off, too - the venue was just too public. Misha didn't take her time; she put Chris through the wringer in maybe ninety seconds, and came back up smiling - then she opened her burger and drooled white goo onto it.

"Ewww!" Trish gasped. Just about everybody chuckled as Misha proceeded to take a big bite of her burger and chew it with relish.

Chris leaned over and whispered to Misha, "You little shit! I'm gonna do you doggie in the car!"

"Please?" Misha grinned from ear to ear.

The new couples, in particular, had no place to go to make out when the party at Wimpy's broke up. Mac set his sights on the overlook adjacent to the campsite where Miriam and Randy stood off Marcel, and Bernice lost her cherry; nobody complained.

Misha had other ideas. "Let's go home to my house."

Chris blinked. "Won't your folks freak?"

"Mom's working," Misha replied. "Dad's... not an issue." He hadn't been for years; he lived two towns over.

"Okay, if you're sure..."

Indeed, Misha's mother was NOT home, so Misha let Chris in and the pair went to her bedroom. Twenty minutes of serious necking later, Misha was almost naked and Chris was, too, below the waist. "Do you still want doggie?" Misha panted.

"No," Chris decided. "Why don't you ride on top?" He rolled onto his back.

"Okay." Misha undid the skirt that hadn't been hiding anything anyway and pulled it off, then straddled her lean lover. Chris' hand got in the way as he ran his fingers through her bushy brown muff, but his cock knew where it was going; she gasped as it ironed her inner passage when she settled onto it.

Chris laced his fingers in Misha's, giving her fulcrum to pivot on. "Okay, Baby - go for it! Enjoy yourself!" Chris figured letting her ride on top was the least he could do to repay Misha for her incredible blowjobs.

Misha braced on his hands and began to bounce. "Oh, Gawd!" Could it get any better? Chris grunted at every impact and tried to add to things from below; the only thing better than Misha's incredible mouth was her tight little pussy!

Iris Lezynski sighed as she opened the front door to her place. It had been nice of Ravi to let her go home from the convenience store early, but it just meant that she would lose the hours. Still, Shari wasn't going to be in early Wednesday, so she could pull a double, so it should even out. Iris wondered vaguely which of Misha's girlfriends had come over; she didn't recognize the car.

They weren't in the living room. Iris moved on to the kitchen, but she had to turn on the light - they weren't there, either. Misha's room, then... Iris padded down the hall and was about to put off discovery when she became aware of the rhythmic smacks and a familiar voice wailing, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOMIGAWD!" in a THOROUGHLY unfamiliar tone of voice!

"What in the--?" Iris whispered to herself and moved cautiously forward. The closer she got to the end of the hallway where hers and Misha's bedrooms sat opposite one another, the more unmistakable the sounds got. That didn't mean they made sense, however - Misha didn't know any boys... Porn - that must be it. Misha and her girlfriend must be watching porn - maybe doing a little harmless masturbation. 'Poor thing,' Iris thought. 'I'll be quiet - just a quick peek...' Then, if she was lucky, Iris could get in a little quality masturbation herself, maybe... Iris and Misha were up-front about their needs, and shared quite a little toy box - but they didn't play in each other's presence. Some things you just didn't do, no matter how liberated (and desperate) you were... She slipped forward and quietly turned the knob, easing the door open an inch at a time...

Whatever the girls were doing, it was very energetic... 'My god! Did someone bring a strap-on?' Iris wondered. Never in her life had Iris had one of THOSE... Why else would the bed be going nuts like that? Carefully, not wanting to embarrass Misha's girlfriend, Iris stuck her head out far enough to get a good look at events on the bed.

The foot of the bed faced the door. Misha was on top - and bouncing like a demented rabbit! "Omigod! Omigod! Fuck! Fuck!" She was bouncing and her ass was corkscrewing and that HAD to hurt if she was driving that strap-on into her girlfriend's pubic mound... Waitaminnit... Those feet... Those hairy legs! Iris came fully into the room and repositioned herself so she could see between them. Balls! Real balls! MISHA WAS FUCKING A BOY!

Dazed, Iris circled to her left to watch her daughter pummel the boy's crotch with her pubic bone, her fingers interlocked with his, leaning on him while she pumped her pussy up and down a long, slightly curved shaft. The couple didn't notice her at all; they were staring into each other's eyes. Misha puffed, "Ummm, ummm, UMMMM, UMMMM! AHHH! UUUHHH!" then stopped and shook all over while she rocked on the boy's buried erection. "OMIGAAAWD!!! FUCK! FUCK!!!" She flopped forward onto the boy's bracing hands, boneless, and he lowered her to him. After a moment's quiet panting, she husked, "Oh, Baby, I can't go any more. Let's roll over and you get on top..." Chris made to roll them to his left and Misha looked up for the first time - right into her mother's shocked eyes!

Iris found her voice first, "MISHA!"

"MOM!" Misha and Chris sprang apart as if suddenly magnetically repulsed. Chris fell onto the floor, which knocked the wind out of him.

"WHAT do you think...?" Iris stopped herself. Obviously, Misha KNEW what she was doing... "When...? Who...? How...?" Nothing seemed to be coming out right...

Chris started scrambling, wheezing. "Maybe I'd better..."

"Uh uh!" Iris circled to place herself in front of the door. "Not until..." 'Not until what?' Iris wasn't sure. The boy got to his feet and Iris looked him over: tall, thin, shaggy blond hair - and an impressive love muscle that was slowly shrinking... "W-who are you?"

"Chris. Chris Baxter," the boy replied nervously.

Misha interposed her stocky body between her mother and her lover. "Leave him alone! I wasn't being raped! I asked for it!"

Iris stopped and pursed her lips. "That much is clear! In fact, maybe YOU were raping HIM!"

Chris let out a nervous chuckle. "No..."

Iris raised a finger and Chris shut up; clearly, this was between Misha and her mother...

"How long have you been... seeing one another?" Iris asked.

Misha flicked a glance behind her at Chris. "A few days." It wouldn't do to say HOW few.

"And how long have you been doing THAT?" Iris pointed at the bed.

"A few..." Misha began, then amended, "fewer..."

Iris sighed. "Honey, I know it's hard, but you can't just..." She stopped; the boy had this odd look on his face. "I mean, if you just do it with the first boy who's willing..." Misha frowned, so she took a different tack, "So, are you dating?"

"Yes." The response was in stereo - Misha and the boy both. Well, at least they were on the same sheet of music...

"I... don't approve," Iris got out. "I understand, to a certain extent, but..."

Misha fisted her hips and glared up at her mother. "We're not stopping! You had to have been standing there long enough to know why!"

"Honey, if you're just a..."

"She's not!" Chris stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his short, chunky girlfriend.

"I don't want you hurt!" Iris burst out.

"Then don't chase off my boyfriend!" Misha retorted hotly. "God! I finally get..."

Iris smiled crookedly, "What are you paying for it?"

"Did it look like I was PAYING?" Misha spun on Chris, "Baby can I get a couple of payments ahead?"

"Misha!" Iris rebuked.

"I owe him for sure, now, because I just had a WONDERFUL cum and he..."

"I'll be okay," Chris croaked.

Misha eyed her mother over her shoulder as she took Chris' lank meat in her hands and began stroking it. "Go away, Mom. Oh, you can stand there, but it'll just embarrass everybody." She went to her knees and sucked in Chris' half-deflated glans.

Chris put his hands on Misha's shoulders and made to push her away, watching her mother anxiously. "Maybe we shouldn't..."

"Shu ub." Misha didn't take her mouth off him to make the directive.

Lust and fear warred in Chris. He wanted to do the right thing and push Misha away - but WAS that the right thing? Or was his little head talking when that worry surfaced? It was growing again... He gave a tentative push at Misha's shoulders and Misha absorbed it but never released his cock - and the look she gave him... No, he couldn't spurn her - even to be polite to her mother...

Iris watched. She watched the boy fight with himself, then try to disengage - and she could tell from the look on his face what he got for THAT! She knew her daughter and she knew herself - and she was jealous. Worse, she was salivating! She WANTED to watch! Hell, she wanted to help! The boy was eyeing her nervously, but he was stiff again; Misha was working a pole that curved upward gently - and extended too far not to be going into her throat! "Where did you learn THAT?" Iris demanded.

"The eight inch soft rubber one," Misha mumbled, backing off. "This is SOOO much better!"

"Better let him sit down," Iris murmured, "His knees look weak."

Misha turned Chris and knee-walked forward until the bed was behind his knees and Chris settled gratefully onto it. Sucking in a breath, he closed his eyes. "She's SOOOO good at this..." Ignoring Iris as best he could, he gathered Misha's hair in his hands to keep it from falling into her face.

"How many...?" Iris asked.

Misha threw one finger behind her, then pointed at Chris - and never stopped bobbing.

Iris backed toward the door - but it was too hard to leave. She got there - she got halfway through it - but Chris moaned, and she stopped, rooted. He wasn't looking her way, anyway... Iris watched her daughter play her young man like a piccolo, getting high notes and low notes and trills... gasps and moans. After a minute, Chris gasped, "I want you..." and Misha stood and crawled onto the bed and drew the boy into her. Chris was immediately frenzied; Misha looked up into her mother's eyes and smiled as Iris, ashamed and embarrassed, stood there with two fingers in her sopping cunt under her stretch pants whirling and pumping, gasping - and biting her hand to keep from screaming at the sympathetic detonation when her daughter's eyes glazed over and she quivered and squealed in orgasm under the blond boy's powerful strokes.

It happened twice before Iris could gather the willpower to back out and close the door - but the sounds... She went to her room and got out her battery-powered vibrator and stepped out of her pants and panties and stood there in her bedroom doorway listening to those seductive animal sounds and writhed against the door jam with the little buzzing beast pressed against her slit ringing her clit like an alarm bell. Only when Chris' wordless howl signaled his release did she close her bedroom door and collapse onto her bed.

Chris came to his senses a bit after he poured a flood of little wigglers into Misha's hungry channel. "You may have won this one, but your mom..." He shook his head. What good did it do to have a girlfriend if her mother kept him away from her with a shotgun?

"It'll be okay," Misha soothed.

"My mom would KILL me!" Chris replied. "If my dad didn't get there first!"

"She knows how it is," Misha insisted. "Let's go talk to her."

"You think she'll talk?"

"She'll talk." Chris hadn't seen what Misha had. "Come on..." She dragged him out of the bedroom. Both of them were still naked as they crossed the hall and Misha rapped on Iris' door, "Mom? Can I come in?"

Iris quickly flipped a bedspread over her nude lower half and hid her vibrator. "All right." She looked up, surprised, as the boy followed Misha in.

"About Chris..."

"Honey, it's SOOO easy to get caught up in the sex..." Iris said sadly. "But that's not all there is to it. Do you date - or do you just come here to..."

"Mom!" Misha rolled her eyes. "Chris took me to the movies - with ONLY a dozen OTHER couples! Then we all went to Wimpy's, for God's sake! That doesn't exactly qualify as porking the little fat chick in secret!" She grimaced. "This was the first time we did anything in my bedroom."

"How, um, active...?" Iris asked.

"Twice," Misha replied. "With Chris. He... did it." She paused. "We didn't have anywhere else - the back seats of cars..."

Iris put up her hand. "Spare me." She eyed Chris. "So, you're going to date?"

"Uh huh."

"Like what?"

"More movies, I guess. Dances and stuff." Chris shrugged. "Dates. Heck, I don't know - I haven't dated much either, what with football and..."

"Football?" Iris blinked, eyeing the lanky teen.

"He's the kicker, Mom!" Misha oozed.

"So you're famous..." Iris' face soured.

"Not hardly!" Chris objected. "I'm NOT the quarterback! I'm just the guy who comes on to kick! Last year, we barely won ANY games! I'm not, like, beautiful people or anything..."

"Well..." Misha reached up to caress his cheek.

Chris reached down and collected hers and pulled her close. "You're not helping. Your mom thinks..."

"I know what she thinks." She eyed her mother, "You can make this hard..."

Iris waved it off tiredly, "But I won't." The way he'd pulled Misha in said things about where they were and where they were going. What was she going to do? Ruin Misha's first love? "Try not to rub my nose in it too often - do something else occasionally, okay? I don't suppose there are any more eligible males in your family? Forget I said that - I miss it, too, and I don't have expectations..." She looked away, embarrassed, and waved them off. "Go... put some clothes on. It's getting late..."

It took Chris twenty minutes to get dressed and free of Misha's clutches - largely because he didn't want to. But Tuesday WAS a school day...

"It's a good thing the cops didn't think anybody was gonna be up here on a Monday night!" Mac panted, collapsed atop Donna on the blanket they'd put out beside the car.

"No shit!" Tad puffed from where he lay on the back seat. Both doors were open; Anita was draped atop him, panting softly into his neck and purring. "Did you two set up some contest to see which one of you could scream the loudest?"

Donna giggled. Mac chuckled. "I think Anita won."

"What was that? I can't hear you over the ringing in my ears!" Tad announced. Anita's scream of completion had echoed for miles...

Anita giggled and bit him on the neck. "Hey, it was good!"

"No doubt!" Tad chuckled. "I know I loved it!"

"Yeah, well..." Mac grunted. "Pretty soon doing shit like this outside isn't gonna fly. We've got to talk to Toby and Hank about getting clubhouse access." Mac COULD have taken Donna home, perhaps - but he'd learned most of his ways with women from his father - and frankly, he was nowhere near certain that 'Charmin' Harmon' Thornton wouldn't stoop to seducing an eighteen year old girl if the opportunity presented itself. Harmon Thornton didn't seem to have any limitations when it came to chasing pussy - except possibly the self-imposed one that said that you limit the length of a relationship to a half-dozen dates, max.

Tad nodded agreement. His father might look the other way, but his mother wouldn't tolerate him taking Anita up to his room for sex - not at all!

As they pulled up to Anita's a few minutes later, she eyed Tad, "Maybe we should say goodbye here..."

"I think they need to see that we're serious, don't you?" Tad replied.

"I, uh, don't know what they'll say..." Anita worried.

"Well, we're going to go out again - they need to get used to it," Tad opined.

"Okay..." Anita shrugged and got out; Tad followed.

"Hey, that's him all right!" Butch caroled, eyeing the pair coming up the walk through the window. "I'll be damned!"

"Don't stare, Butch!" Leslie admonished, and then turned to Ellis. "I'll go around and get an eye on things." She headed off to the den, which jutted out from the front of the house and had a window that faced the entry.

The pair didn't disappoint. As Leslie was settling in at the window, the tall, well-built brown-haired boy pulled her daughter into a clinch an laid a burning kiss on her lips that lasted a good forty seconds and clearly included a lot of tongue action. When Anita pulled back, grinning from ear to ear, Tad murmured, "Okay, Babe - I'll see you at lunch tomorrow, if not before."

"Okay." The pair held hands for a long moment, then Tad turned away and Anita waited until he waved from the car as Tad, Mac, and Donna pulled away before turning to enter her home.

The Inquisition awaited within. "So, where did you go?" her mother demanded.

"The Cineplex," Anita replied. "Then Wimpy's. There were over twenty of us! NOW do you think he's just after sex?"

"Were you alone with him? It's pretty late..." Leslie realized that she wasn't on firm ground.

"Did you see Mac and Donna in the car?" Anita snapped. "There were never less than four of us!" Of course, both couples were fucking - but Mom didn't know that...

"So..." Ellis scratched his head.

"So we'll be sitting together at lunch tomorrow - VERY publicly!" Anita declared. "You guys suck!" She headed up to her room, stomping angrily. Ellis and Leslie watched her go, appropriately if incorrectly chastened.