Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

You've got the Devil Inside

It was the end of the last full day before finals. Evan walked behind Darlene with no intention of trying to speak to her, he was just enjoying her ass. He'd only get to see her one more time before summer, and that would be during the Social Studies final. He'd miss her bodacious body even though she didn't give a flying fuck about him. He should be mad at her. Somehow, she seemed responsible for all the weird stuff happening in his life. Hadn't it all started that day Deana talked to him about Darlene and asked him, "What if we just met now for the first time?"

Outside, he was surprised and thrilled to see the tumbler was in those skin-like black pants again. He followed her and Deana towards the car without letting them know he was there. Deana was in blue jeans and there was an oval of frayed white thread that opened and closed each time her right butt cheek dipped down. He imagined slipping his finger inside and wiggle-worming it towards her pussy before his sane brain could shut the thought down. Damn it. He stopped watching the hole and concentrated on Rebecca's ass. She might as well have been naked with those pants on. He was getting hard before they reached his car.

"Where's Evan," Rebecca sald.

"I don't know," Deana said, and started turning around. "Shit! Are you stalking us?"

"No, just following," he said. "It's amazing you two are on time for once."

"He was probably staring at your fabulous ass," Rebecca said.

"Shut up," Evan and Deana said, simultaneously.

He flipped his seat up to let Rebecca get in. Rebecca put one foot and her head inside the car, then paused, glancing back at him. He grabbed the leg that was outside the car and moved up. She had every opportunity to say something or fall in the car like she normally would, but she held firm and let him grope her. He squeezed her ass and moved his hand inward. She matched his dare by pushing back. It was a hot handful of pussy and it made him say, "Sure, I'll watch your dumb flip class."

"It's not dumb," Rebecca protested.

At home, Candy paced back-and-forth across her bedroom. The bra-less antics had been the shameful acts of a woman desperate for validation and attention. A few years earlier, she'd been amused, even flattered by Evan's crush, but she knew he was just a boy, even though she called him her little man.

She opened the box on her bed and her chest tightened around her heart. The idea that had popped into her head, like a passing thought, was inappropriate, irrational and potentially illegal, so she had rejected it as insanity. Unfortunately, like evil thoughts tend to do, it festered in her mind. She played with the idea and let it grow into a fantasy, but never considered the danger because it wasn't something she would actually do. She was a wife and mother of three. Grown ups don't do such things.

Candy checked the clock. Plenty of time, she thought, and picked up the box, carrying it like a ticking bomb. It probably won't work anyway, she told herself, like that made trying okay.

Her computer screen showed the front porch and driveway Nobody could sneak up on her, thanks to John; and thanks to Zachary, she knew exactly what to do, and did it quickly.

When everything was done, a flock of butterflies swarmed in her stomach like that night when the power went out. If her life had taken a different course, she might have grown up and gotten bored with her sneaky-peeky ways. Instead, the door to who she was had been slammed and barred because she suddenly became a mommy. Responsibility forced her to be a grown-up and plunged her into a life she hadn't been prepared for. She acted the part, and the years had passed. She'd fooled everybody, but in those quiet, lonely times her sub-conscience told her she was a fake. There was something hidden in her heart.

This isn't my fault, she thought. John's neglect had been killing the woman she pretended to be, and Evan's passionate touches had revived the little girl his father killed years ago. Years of unfulfilled desires bubbled in the center of her being, ready to pour out into her panties. She started removing her clothes, and when she was nude, she clicked the mouse. The image of a naked woman's backside filled the monitor. It became hard to breathe. She looked back at the harmless clock-radio on John's desk, and said, "You've got the devil inside."

Sneaky-peeky had been released from captivity. Candy grabbed her crotch and watched her orgasm happen on the computer screen. Seven years of repressed passion covered her fingers and spilled down her thighs.

Miss Daphne's gymnastics studio was a large, prefab metal building, that could have just as easily been a race shop instead of a gymnastics class. The roll up doors were closed and the air conditioner was on full blast. Most of the area was covered with thick, blue mats. There were three trampolines, a balance beam and two parallel bars. Evan felt like a pervert sitting on the floor with Deana next to the mats, staring at twenty girls in spandex. He knew why he'd want to come back, but what did Deana get out of this?

Four feet in front of him, Bobby Sue, a senior who worked for Miss Daphne, demonstrated different moves. She smiled at him, leaned back, arching until her hands were on the mat and her spandex crushed pussy was in his face. He could clearly see each lip and the groove down the middle, and he wanted to shove his cock into it. A thousand different positions flashed through his mind as different girls bent and folded themselves. He had no idea the body was that flexible. He'd definitely be back to gymnastics. It was better than Deana's volley ball games.