Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

Deana stared at the sun light reflecting onto the celling, replaying the day before. It had ended with an orgasm. No, it had ended with her doing something she was never supposed to do. It was wrong -evil-even if you just fantasized about it. Isn't that what she'd been taught? If she had never kissed Rebecca, nothing would have happened, and nothing would have changed between them. But hadn't it had felt so absolutely right?

Rebecca bit off half of a plece of purple bubble gum. "Here," she said, and stuffed the other half in Deana's mouth.

"Thanks," she said, and chewed a few times, then she sat up and folded her legs Indian Style, covering her front with the pillow.

"You're not sorry? Aren't you scared?"

Rebecca popped her bubble and said, "Of what?"

She shivered and hugged the pillow to her chest. "Of what happen... Of what it means. What if, what if we'rе-"

"Dee, calm down." Rebecca said. "I know it's something that's never supposed to happen. I get it, but didn't you ever wonder, fantasize while we were playing around when we were little? Sure we always said we were just pretending, but didn't if feel good?" "Yeah, but I'm afraid."

Deana waited, frozen, expecting her friend to say something, but Instead, she took the pillow away. She watched Rebecca's naked body move without speaking. Her friend's legs wrapped around her, and her firm little ass settled into the folds of her legs. She adjusted her legs and Rebecca wiggled down until their pussies were almost touching. Things could never go back to the way they were yesterday.

Rebecca said, "I'm afraid we won't ever do it again because we're scared, that's what I'm afraid of."

Her vision blurred with tears and her body trembled. "Are we gay?" A moment passed with only the sound of teeth slicing into gum, then Rebecca said, "I don't think so. We're BFF's, with benefits, that's all."

Deana didn't know what she was. "What was it like?"

Rebecca tenderly stroked Deana's hair, and said, "It was-" She finished by pressing her mouth to Deana's.

Their grape flavored tongues touched, then quickly found a passionate rhythm, while their arms tightened around each other. Rebecca huffed, then said, "It would be impossible to explain what

It was like, but I can show you, if you want." The blood drained from her face. She was afraid of her answer. "What do I do?"

Rebecca laid on her back. "All I did was pretend it was me. Do whatever you'd do to yourself."

All her life she had seen herself in the mirror, and she'd been exploring her body in a sexual way since she was little, but it hadn't prepared her for this. She was laying on her stomach, staring between the legs of another girl. She'd never seen herself quite that way, or been so close to the source of what she'd smelled and tasted on her own fingers. Rebecca's brown hair was sparse compared to her own thick, black bush. "Do whatever you'd do to yourself." How hard could that be, she'd wished a thousand times she could lick herself.

When she kissed the rounded edge of Rebecca's pubic bone, right where her slit started, her own vagina tingled. She relived that first touch of Rebecca's lips and she inhaled deeply. She blew a stream of air over the moist flesh, knowing exactly what it would do to her friend.

Rebecca sighed and opened her legs wide. Her pussy lips separated and the blood rich inner labia glistened with Rebecca's excitement. Deana held her breath, moved her mouth close and pushed her tongue out. The flavor filled her mouth and poured down her throat like warm honey. It caused a physical reaction in her groin and altered her mind. She had the power to make Rebecca feel good and that excited her.

Deana smashed her lips into the wet pussy and plunged her tongue deep inside Rebecca's body. Her nose was mashed against Rebecca's pubic bone, grinding the growing bud of her clitoris. She thrust her tongue over and over, tongue fucking her pussy the way she wanted someone to ram their cock into her. Her dirty little secret, she wanted that cock to take her, and fuck her into a raging orgasm. Having a BFF with benefits, might be the thing that saved her from her most evil, secret desire.

"Oh, ohhhh, oh-yeah, Dee, oh, Dee." Rebecca grabbed her legs, pulled them up to her chest and flung them wide open. Her body rocked, grinding her sex on Deana's face. "Fuck, yeah, Bitch, your gonna make me squirt," Rebecca said, in a voice Deana didn't recognize. "Do it, do it, make me squirt."

Deana had never before felt so in control, or good about herself. Rebecca wanted her, needed her, and was begging her to meet her need. The only thing that mattered at that moment was pleasing Rebecca. She licked with a new urgency and stuffed a finger inside Rebecca's pussy, searching for that sweet spot she knew only inside her own hole. Her tongue found the engorged nub and did what she'd want done to herself, everything that it would take to finish her off. Rebecca's clit throbbed between her lips, and grew with every stroke. Her body bucked, but Deana had a mission, a purpose, and she wouldn't be thrown off. She locked her arms around Rebecca's thighs and rode the thrashing pelvis, licking

furiously.

"Yesss, oh, yesss..." A tight line of muscles rippled up Rebecca's abdomen, pulling her up into a half sit-up. "Oh, Deeee, fuck, fuck, fuck." Her body slammed back to the mattress, then her pelvis shoved upward, arching her body until only her shoulders and feet were on the bed.

Deana humped the blanket piled between her legs and had her own orgasm, while admiring her work. Seeing someone else in the throws of pleasure was a beautiful sight. She'd hit a home run, devastating her BFF. She crawled up Rebecca's body, pausing at her chest long enough to taste each nipple, then she laid on top of her. Their hearts thumped together, and they shared a long, slow kiss. Deana felt totally at peace for the first time in years. She could care less about her sexuality, she was happy.

At Home, Evan was suddenly awake with a song playing in his head, "smells like sex and candy..." The dream he'd left was as strange as the music video for that song, but there had been sex, so he ignored the pressure on his bladder and tried to pick up where he left off. That rarely happened, but his real life was making him horny and his dreams were the only place he could get satisfaction, so he tried.

"I said, you two make a nice couple," a voice said. Now he knew why he woke up in the first place, and the amnesia caused by his deep sleep was cured in an instant by his mother's voice. The pressure on his bladder was Gloria's leg and he realized he had a big problem, a big hard erection problem, and Gloria's leg

was draped across it. Shit, he was naked. "Ah, jeez," he said. "Where did she come from? swear she was in her bed when I went to sleep."

"You're not in trouble, his mom said, and sat on the opposite side of the bed. "Gloria, wake up...Gloria."

He said, "But dad-

"Don't worry about your father, his mom said. "Just be careful when he's home."

A strange feeling came over him. His mother had changed everything with those words, "Don't worry about your father..." She had become an ally again, like when she was their babysitter and she let them do stuff they weren't supposed to do.

Gloria started to roll back, pulling her leg off him and his heart stopped. He was young the first time it happened and it scared him, but this was worse. Gloria's thigh was glued to his groin by a crusty layer of semen. What if his mom knew about the underwear and now she finds out he's naked with his sister, and he had a wet dream. How could she not get the wrong idea?

"Gloria," Candy said, "you have ball today and you still have to clean your room.

"Oh, mom, can't I clean it tomorrow?" He watched his mom flattened the bird's nest on top of Gloria's head. Surely his sister would say something about what had happened or at least ask what got on her leg.

"No, you said the same thing yesterday," Candy said. "Go clean it His sister groaned and scooted across the bed. As she stood, her bunched up shirt resisted gravity long enough for him to see her pantie-less behind. She had definitely gotten too old to be sneaking into his bed while he was sleeping. He might be an underwear sniffing pervert, but he wasn't into having wet dreams on his sister.

Evan breathed a sigh of relief when his sister left without saying anything about the hard-on or his discharge.

"Honey," his mom said, 'Is everything okay?"

He almost flinched when she reached to stroke his hair. Did she know something or was this just one of those bonding moments?.

"I think so," he said. "Why?" He wished she'd leave so he could put something an. Being naked, even under the covers, while she was in the room made him very nervous. He'd held his cock while looking at her pussy.

"I was just wondering." Candy said. "You've been quiet, that's all."

"It's nothing," he said. "Finals and all that, ya know."

"Okay," she said, and squeezed his bicep. 'If you ever need to talk, I'm here.

"I know," he said.

"Good," Candy said. "Can you drop Gloria off at ball and pick up Deana for me?"

Why did parents ask questions like there was a choice? "Sure, Mom. I'll get up and get ready. As soon as you leave the room, he thought.

After his mother left, Evan jumped out of bed and threw something on. She hadn't said anything about the previous night, but he was still worried that she might be suspicious. He was also terrified that Gloria knew what happened and she'd misunderstood, although, there weren't too many ways to understand cum on your thigh. He collected the dirty clothes scattered on his floor and went downstairs to pee, then he'd go get Deana. Deana was head of the girl's club, she could help him understand Gloria and his mother.

To Be Continued....