Chapter 10
Posted: February 11, 2009 - 01:37:25 pm
"Oh, here we go!" Candace rolled her eyes. "I KNEW you were going to lay on a guilt trip!" She took a disgusted sip of her coffee and glared at Jean from her seat at their favorite table in the coffee shop.
"Guilt has nothing to do with it!" Jean replied hotly, then leaned forward to continue quietly, "Well, unless you count being guilty of child-molesting."
"I WATCHED you get a cum yesterday, Honey! Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself!" Candace pressed.
"You did not!" Jean retorted hotly.
"I did, too!" Candace laughed easily. "You were riding Toby cowgirl-style, busy telling him how good he was! Do you know your eyes roll right up in your head when you cum?"
"Oh, God!" Jean gasped.
"Just exactly," Candace replied. "So don’t go getting all high-moral on us!"
"Look, Candace," Jean re-grouped. "This isn’t about how good it was, it’s about whether it can be allowed to continue!" Whirling on Beth, she added, "The age of consent thing is for them and girls their age! It doesn’t count for us! They’re still minors!"
"Oh, my!" Beth gasped. "You’re sure?"
"I checked it on the Internet last night — it varies from state to state — but, yes, in THIS state, we broke the law!"
"Well, nobody has to know, for Christ’s sake!" Candace replied. "You act like we’re gonna have to wear big 'A’s embroidered on our blouses or something!"
"If we could leave it at the point where we did it, things might be different — but the boys want to treat you like girlfriends, and THAT is a problem in public! Think about how familiar they were being at dinner last night! If they were to do that here…"
"Oops!" Beth looked shocky. "That would be embarrassing…"
"It would be more than that!" Jean pressed. "It would be as good as waving a sign! Some busybody would point with alarm, and the next thing you know we’d ALL be looking out through bars!"
"Oh, come on!" Candace scoffed. "You think they’d prosecute?"
"In the current climate — with a chance to create a scandal for the six o’clock news? You bet!" Jean affirmed. "And even if they had no evidence, we’d all be smeared! How would the boys ever date YOUNG women, after?"
"Ooh, boy…" Beth moaned. The previous day’s activities had been a miraculously wonderful interlude that had whetted her appetite — and Jean had just pulled the treat right out of her mouth…
Candace glared at Jean, knowing that Beth had just rolled over. "All we have to do is be a little bit careful. The boys will understand — they know which side their bread is buttered on."
"If we stop now, they’ll lay off, and things will be fine," Jean replied, "but if we keep it up, sooner or later there will be a slip-up and someone will get caught short…"
"Oh!" Beth exclaimed, galvanized. Fishing in her purse, she snatched out a pill case, opened it, and passed the pill to Jean. "Here, take this."
Jean frowned suspiciously. "What is it?"
"Morning after contraceptive," Beth amplified. "Unless you guys used a rubber, you’re pressing your luck; the Pill takes a few days to get control of things…"
"Oh!" Jean looked sheepish, but eyed the thing, holding it up. "What’s this going to do?"
"You’ll probably get cramps," Beth replied. "Where were you in your cycle?"
"I’m surprised an ovary didn’t go ping while we were doing it!" Jean confessed. "I’m right about there, and Toby — WOW, he’s long! He was right there at my cervix!"
Candace chortled. "I guess when you started talking about being caught short…" Everyone had this vision of Jean with a big belly and poor Toby being fingered as the father … For two of them, the vision had unpleasant overtones, but Candace thought it was a gas! "I’m looking forward to Toby…" she added.
"Candace!" Jean gasped, "I just spent ten minutes telling you why you can’t go around having sex with Toby and Rick! Weren’t you listening?"
"I heard you," Candace replied. "I’m unconvinced. If all they have to do to get pussy is be quiet about it, that’s what they’ll do!"
"You’re wrong, Candace!" Jean argued. "Teenage boys brag about sex! And when they do…" She looked at her watch. "Look, I’ve got to go. Are we agreed that we can’t do that again?"
"Yes," Beth nodded — but Candace just looked stubborn. She and Jean glared at each other for a moment before Jean grated, "Fine! Remember, it’s Rick’s and Toby’s lives you’re trying to ruin! Beth, I’ve talked to Toby already, and he understands. I’ve talked to Rick, too. With any luck, we can keep Candace from screwing anyone up!" She got up and stalked out.
Candace watched her departure, glaring. "Ever the uptight one," she rasped. Turning to Beth, she insisted, "This is a GOOD thing — not the end of the world! All we have to do is make the boys understand that it is in their best interest to keep mum about where they’re getting their poontang and everything will keep coming up roses!"
"What about that legal thing?" Beth asked diffidently.
"There may --MAY — be something to it — but Jean is being an extremist, as usual," Candace counseled. "Nobody is going to be arrested because the boys are a few weeks short of some magic number." Candace eyed Beth for a moment before laying a carefully-crafted torpedo in the water, "It’s wise to keep it under wraps, or you’ll have half the senior class at the high school knocking on your door looking for a little relief…" She smiled to herself as both dimensions of that comment hit home between Beth’s eyes; a short conversation with Lon the previous night had been VERY revealing concerning Beth’s behaviors and desires, and Candace had previously unthought-of plans for the chubby nurse…
"Yes…" Beth’s eyes took on a glazed look as the idea of having three or four Lons demanding her attention drifted through her mind’s eye. It was a recipe for disaster, but all those cocks … She shuddered, then put the vision away. Jean was right… "That would be too dangerous! OUR boys we can control — maybe! But other strange boys? The whole thing would crash, just like Jean says!"
"Then I guess we’ll just have to control things…" Candace simpered. "If Jean insists on doing without, it’s just more for us! She’s got this Puritan thing going — she thinks if it’s fun or good for you, it must be a sin!
"Are you sure?" Beth quavered.
"It’ll all be fine," Candace assured her. "Toby is no fool — HE will do things right, and he’ll make sure the other boys understand, too! And in a week, when Jean’s pussy itches so bad she can’t think, he can take care of THAT end, too!" Stroking Beth about her son helped make the whole thing even more palatable; Candace KNEW Beth’s pussy was talking to her, so she reminded her of THAT, too! Smiling to herself, she watched Beth’s defenses crumble. "I’ll have a word with Lon and make sure he understands the issues, and we’ll just keep Jean in the dark until she’s ready to play again, okay, Honey?"
"O—okay," Beth gulped.
"You’re on graveyard tonight, aren’t you, Honey?" Candace asked. Beth nodded. "Maybe you have a little time for afternoon delight? I can ask Lon to stop by after I have a word with him…"