Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

Introduction:

A teenage boy's normal struggles with growing up are complicated by his porn brain and pantie fetish, or at least that's what he thinks. There might be more to the story.

Disclaimers: This is a creative, nonfiction story based on actual events.

All names, locations and time-lines have been changed to protect the guilty. I have also added details and events to make it a good story while maintaining anonymity.

Potential by Bistander

Chapter 5

The Big Secret in Bubble-butt Heaven

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The next day at school, Evan scanned the cafeteria before putting his tray on the table and sliding in across from Jason Barnes, his best friend. "Hey," he said.

"Who you huntin" Jason said, "that fucken redhead?"

"Her name's, Darlene." Evan stuck a straw into his juice container.

"You know, it's just the thrill of the unattainable? She's not that good looking. That gap between her front teeth-"

"She's got a-hell-of-a body," Evan said. "You see her walk and that

ass begs you to stare. She pushes up on her tippy-toes with every step. Jeez, she's got a bubble-butt from bubble-butt heaven, and a rack to die for. She's got potential."

"Speaking of butts, how's the Queen of Bubble-butt Heaven." Jason smirked and glanced around. "Really, the queen and the princess."

"You lookin' at my little sister now, too?"

Jason shook his head side to side. "No, your mother and Deana. Don't play dumb with me, know you look."

That's my sister and my mother," he said. "Jeez, and Deana thinks I'm a pervert."

"Stepmother, and she's totally a goddess, and she isn't even thirty yet

'Dude, she's married to my father."

"Yeah, I guess that is kind of a deal killer, but-"

"Kind of a deal killer?" Evan shook his head and tried to redirect the

conversation. "Why do you think Darlene doesn't give me the time

of day?" He sighed. 'I got a get laid, soon."

"Newsflash," Jason said, "there's a hot little gymnast following you around like a puppy dog. Why don't you just bang her? So what if Darlene can suck the chrome off a bumper. Mm, those lips. She does have those lips."

"Hello!" Evan made his eyes big. "Rebecca is my sister's best friend."

'So," Jason said.

Evan realized he was wasting his time trying to reason with Jason, so he tried again to change the subject. "Hey, those herbs... Wow! Not only bigger, but when I-"

"Easy, TMI." Jason stuffed the last of his sandwich in his mouth. 'Just do the tumbler. Imagine the position she can get in. Just hide it from Princess Bubble-Butt."

'Shut up," Evan said. "That's my sister you're talking about."

"So," Jason said. "Haven't you ever heard of-"

The bell rang and Evan was glad. They grabbed their trays and headed towards the door like cattle.

Last period finally arrived, and Evan was greeted by Mrs. Beck's brilliant smile. "Evan," she said, "you're always early."

Busted. He faked an innocent grinned. "Um, my class before is right there." He pointed behind him in no particular direction. His eyes were glued to her high, round cheeks and brown eyes. Her skin was perfect and her wide mouth was erotic. Did she know he came early to drool over her Asian body?

Evan sat at his desk, stretched out his legs and reached for his crotch. Mrs. Beck was wearing his favorite outfit. Once a month he expected to see the gray slacks that clung to her firm ass, and dipped a little too deep, separating her cheeks. A buzzing in his balis turned quickly to a fire in his groin. He chanced rubbing the length of the cock expanding down his pants leg. Mrs. Beck reached back and grabbed the edge of her desk. Her feet pushed out until her rump rested on the desk. She crossed one foot over the other. Her shoulders pulled back, heaving her chest upward. Her blouse strained over her nipples and her pants squeezed the thickness of her womanhood. He could clearly see the groove that divided her pussy-lips.

Today Mrs. Beck wasn't his teacher. No, she was a gorgeous woman flaunting her sex appeal. She was asking to be the object of his explicit desires. She wanted him to beat off thinking about her. If only-

Darlene's jiggling tits led her swinging ass into the room. Her skirt seem shorter and her erect nipples were trying to bore holes in her shirt. Was she even wearing a bra? He dropped Mrs. Beck for someone he might actually have a shot with.

At the end of class, Evan followed Darlene to her locker without saying a word. She leaned forward for her lock and her skirt lifted, revealing more of her creamy-white thighs. He stepped close to her and took a deep breath. 'Darlene."

Without looking back, she said, "Are you staring at my ass?"

Dammit! Think fast. "Yes, yes I am." She straightened and turned to face him. He added, "It's hard not to."

"Thank you, Evan," she said. "See you tomorrow." She slammed her locker and walked away.

"Whatever." He turned without looking up from the floor.

In the parking lot, Evan found Deana sitting on the hood of his car with her legs straight out. Her skirt was pulled up dangerously close to her crotch. "Why are you on my car?' he said. "The paint!"

"Easy," she said, and dropped her feet and slid off the fender. "I was getting some sun. My poor legs need color."

"Come on, lets go," he said.

'What, still can't get the redhead to bounce on your-

"Deana!" He put his hand over her mouth. "You're my sister, we don't talk about things like that." He opened his door.

'Just tell me what happened," she said, ducked in the car and crawled across the front seat.

"Oh, jeez." Why did he have to see her underwear when they were the ones with red hearts? "I rather not talk about it." He got in the car. "I don't get girls."

"That's just because we think about things other than sex." Deana said, "Darlene is a complicated girl."

"Complicated?" he said, and started driving. "All I've ever been is nice to her. I thought she was playing hard to get, but maybe she just thinks I'm ugly."

"Oh, lord," Deana said. "First of all, you're not ugly. You know how many of my friends are into you?"

"Great, that's great," he said. "You think maybe you could be friend's with Darlene?"

"Probably not," Deana said. "You know she's seeing a guy who's not even in school."

Evan sighed. So, does that mean somebody can't be nice to her? Besides, I heard he treats her like shit."

Deana smiled, her black eyebrows arching. "Not every girl wants to be treated nice. She might have issues. You know she's a foster kid?"

"Ah, I guess I knew that, but never thought it'd make her unfriendly."

"She's not unfriendly," Deana said. "She just has some issues."

"How do you know so much about her?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," Deana groaned, kicked off her shoe and turned sideways in her seat. "Help!" She put her foot in his lap. "I don't know her."