Rick chuckled, "Like a banshee! The neighbors probably all heard…"
Jean turned her attention to her son, "Richard, you could have done this inside…"
"I wanted to feel the sun," Teela interjected. "I picked the spot." Obviously recovered, she started posting on Rick’s erection again.
"It’s highly visible out here — especially if you’re going to loudly announce yourself, Dear!" Jean insisted, agitated. Again, she glanced around at the neighboring homes.
"It’ll be all right, Mom!" Rick grunted. "If anybody was gonna peek, they’d be doing it now! I’ll … do something to keep the noise down. Go on inside."
"Okay." Jean was dubious. "You’re all…"
"Fine," Rick grunted.
"Wonderful!" Teela exclaimed.
"Go on — if somebody sees you out here, they’ll want to know why you didn’t stop us…" Rick gasped.
"Okay." Reluctantly, Jean headed back to the house.
"Whew!" Rick gasped. "I thought she was gonna try to stop us…"
"Uhhh … Baby, I don’t EVER want to stop!" Teela gasped.
Rick was amazed; Teela was really whipping up a froth! "Are you doing okay?"
"Ogod! Okay … doesn’t … really … Please … every … day … Fuck! FUCK!"
Rick got the point; Teela was going off again! He reached up and stuck a finger in her mouth, and she started sucking it, confining herself to loud moans. She started to redden again, and the sounds she was making shifted to muffled "Oomph! Oomph!" noises and she started milking him again. This time, he managed to hold out, largely because of the interruption imposed by his mother — one that Teela hadn’t let bother her apparently … Teela shifted to forward and back movement, and Rick removed his finger. "Damn! Are you tired?"
"Uh uh!" Teela gasped. "It’s soo good … I want to just go on and on…"
"Well," Rick gasped, "Next time I go off we’re gonna have to quit for a while…"
"Yeah, well, that’s different…" Teela panted. "I want to feel that…"
"Good, because I don’t know how much longer…"
"Just do it…" Teela panted. "I want it! Don’t wait!" She was panting again, through her nose, her nostrils distended as she shifted back to up and down motion, "Ooh! I can’t believe it!"
"What?"
"Better … and better…" The flood had served its purpose and was gone, forced out by Teela’s frantic pumping. She was lubricating, but the volume of liquid squishing about in her tunnel wasn’t what it had been. And while she was stretched out some, she was getting more friction — and more stimulation. And Rick was noticing the same change … She was closing back down on him, it felt like, and things were picking up more and more… "Oog! Yes! Yes! Agh! Ooh! Ogod!" Teela snatched at Rick’s hand to get that finger back; Rick gave her two, and it felt like she was trying to swallow them!
"Easy, Babe! Don’t hurt yourself!" Rick gasped. He was close — so close … But Teela was, too — he could tell — could he hold out? No … In his extremity, he started jamming himself upward into Teela’s down-stroke. Teela’s eyes went wild; she started grunting around his fingers and quivering…
Rick’s actions weren’t lost on Teela; she knew what they meant — and they added to things already going on with her. Sparks flashed before her eyes and the orgasm that she had been building toward began to loom…
Then Rick erupted, smashing himself against her from below. The first blast spurted against Teela’s cervix and she froze, crushing herself back against him in order to feel it all — and the hovering orgasm smashed its way through her! Her twat started pulsing in synch with Rick’s ejaculation and she whited out, screaming wordlessly around his fingers.
Rick came back to his senses with a start when Teela flopped forward, collapsing atop him, virtually boneless. His hands on her breasts took her full weight, so he shifted them to her narrow ribcage and lowered her to lie flat atop him, and held her there. In a bit, her arms came up to wrap around his neck and she tucked her face into his neck. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Mmmmm, let me rest…" she murmured sleepily. That sounded good … Rick relaxed and drifted off, himself.
Silence had reigned downstairs for a while, so Candace padded quietly down the stairs to the rec room to check things out. Peering around the corner from the stairwell revealed Lon and Sally in a clinch — so things were apparently going all right. She headed back upstairs, pleased; if and when Terence showed up, they would be downstairs, and she should be able to get Terence into her bedroom without incident…
No sooner did this thought pass through her head than there was a knock at the door. Through the peep, she saw the tall black boy’s grinning face…
… But when she opened the door, Terence had stepped away, and a somewhat more compact, handsomer individual was standing there in his place. "Damian!"
The boy’s eyelids drooped. "You be hidin' from me. Why?"
"I … didn’t think we did that well together."
"You didn’t complain at the time…" Damian stepped forward — and Candace stepped back, allowing him to come through the door.
"I was being polite," Candace offered, controlling her voice to keep things non-confrontational.
"You enjoyed it." It was a statement, not a question.
"Some of it…" Candace admitted.
"All of it." Damian continued to challenge.
"Women don’t like being called slut and being dragged around by the hair!" Candace insisted.
"Most women," Damian returned evenly. "Beth does." His eyes bored into hers. "You do."
"I…" Dammit! She SHOULD be indignant! Instead, she was trying to explain why she let him get away with those things — something extremely difficult, given that she didn’t know why, herself…
She wasn’t the only one to realize that her approach was too weak. Damian stepped forward and collected the nape of her neck in his hand. "You talk too much. Kiss me." His thick lips descended on hers.
Terence, watching from the door, saw her wave her hands ineffectually — but not attempt to push him away. In a moment, they dropped to her sides. In two, they settled on Damian’s flanks.
Damian raised his head, and Candace gazed into his eyes. "Stop that," she muttered in an uninflected voice.
"No." Damian ran his hand up and down her back; it wasn’t so much a caress as a possession. "Take your top off." Candace, eyes still locked on his, reached back and undid her bikini top. Damian looked up at the door, "Go on, Bro. I’ll call you if I need a ride." Candace, halfway through shrugging out of her bikini top, turned pleading eyes on Terence, but he’d seen enough; what she said and what she was doing were two different things — and what she said was just words, without any force behind them. She was, like, checking the block, so she could SAY she said no … He snorted, shook his head, and headed for the car.
Candace made to drop her top to the floor, but stopped, with it hanging from one hand. Leaning back as far as his hand on her back allowed, she muttered, "Damian?"
"Yeah?" His eyes were wary; Candace knew better than to waste time with more denials, but there was another issue — a delicate one.
"Lon and Sally are downstairs," she began.
"So?" Damian replied. "Who’s Sally?" His tone said that she’d better not insult him…
"Sally Harkness," Candace replied. "They’re … at a delicate spot right now, in their relationship. Sally found out a little bit about the group, and it almost ruined things…"