Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

"Dude, I got three words for you." Jason held up three fingers. "Threesome!"

"Idiot, that's one word."

"Ah, yeah, it is, but you know what mean. Three, three, threesome, what a wonderful thing. Shit, imagine you, Deana and the Tumbler, that's three."

"Stop," Evan said. "I have enough trouble with my own perverted mind, I don't need your help. Probably be a dog involved."

"You're the one who wants to be a star," Jason said. "Pile 'em up, flip 'em over and turn the Tumbler upside down. Hey, don't forget to watch that clip I sent you."

Evan let out a long sigh. "I will, tonight."

"What are you doing the rest of the day?"

"I'm taking Gloria to practice. I've been coaching her and I run while I'm at the ball park."

Jason nodded his head. "I bet you're running, running off all that sexual tension at your house. Fuck, got to see your mom without a bra. She has the most amazing tits in the history of moms. Imagine titty fucking her."

"No, Jackass, I don't," he lied. "I'm getting ready for racing. I have to build up my endurance and get my mind focused on finals and racing."

"I heard sex is the best exercise there is."

"Thanks." Evan said, and got up. "I'll keep that in mind. I gotta go get Gloria. Don't forget, Saturday after next, races. Make sure your mom's cool with me staying over, and make up a cover story in case my mom calls her."

At the ball park, Gloria's team was on the field divided into three groups. One doing sprints, another batting practice and the last group, which Gloria was in, catching fly balls, some of the time. Evan watched from outside the chain-link fence, hoping the coach didn't ask him to help. He wanted to run. He was up to two miles, but three was his goal. Then he'd do sets of fifty sit-ups and twenty-five pull-ups. The best drivers in NASCAR were the ones who stayed in shape.

The days he'd spent helping Gloria get better at softball were revealing. He'd been watching all the girls carefully. Not that he was into twelve and thirteen year old girls, but it was hard not to notice the difference the year made. They were filling out now. Most were still awkward with the boys and naive about their power over them, but not all of them. There were three in particular who acted like they knew what they had and how to use it. He didn't like it

Gloria, Alex and Jayda, "The Softball Sisters," as they called themselves, all seemed to dislike softball equally, and that was obvious during games, but they were aware. His sister's best friend, Jayda appeared to be their leader, but Gloria had the body. She also had a presence and maturity that he didn't see at home.

The clip-clop, clip-clop of flip-flops on the hard ground caught his ear, but before he turned around, somebody leaped onto his back. "Surprise!"

"Becky," he said. Her thighs settled above his hips. "What are you doing?"

Becky crossed her ankles and locked her legs around his waist. "Carne with my friend, Brittany. She plays. What are you doin'?"

"Watchin' or helping my little sister."

"Short, maybe, but wish was little like her everywhere else." Becky said.

"Yeah," he said and backed up to the bleachers.

When Becky touched down, she got the message and let go. He tumed around and looked down at her. Obviously, he hadn't been paying attention to Jason's sister for awhile. Her hair wasn't in pigtails, which made her look at least her age. Her shiny, chestnut hair hung in front to her nipples, which were hard and pointy. That wasn't anything new, but she had sprouted a handful of breasts to support those pointy caps. They even had a slight jiggle when she moved. Darrin, he had been sure she would be flat chested, but maybe she was a late bloomer and would have amazing tits like her mother. She really should be wearing a bra.

He looked away from her tits and saw the red toe nails with silver stars on them. "Nice," he said.

Becky's bottom teeth raked across her top lip, pulled it in, then released it slowly. "You really like them?"

"I do. It's very creative."

"Thanks, it took a long time." Her teeth grabbed her lip again. He started seeing her differently after the masturbating thing, but now he couldn't even remember annoying, childish Becky. What changed?

For the next ten minutes, he mostly listened to her, watching her lips carefully while replaying Jason's words, "I'd at least get head..." She had a wide, sexy mouth that he imagined would give a good blow job. "Want something," he asked, and pointed.

Becky shrugged her shoulders and gave him an impish grin. "Sure, if you don't mind."

At the concession stand, he got a coke for himself and a soft ice cream cone for Becky. The sight of her pink tongue deliberately snatching off the swirl of white, sent a shiver down his spine. Her mouth opened wide and she twisted the cone while drawing it out of her mouth. He realized how large her mouth was in proportion to her face and he wanted to be that ice cream. Nobody eats ice cream like that, but he doubted she was trying to be seductive. He was just horny and all of Jason's talk had put ideas in his head.

Becky interrupted the assault on the phallic ice cream and planted her frozen lips on his cheek. "Thank you."

With the wet kiss evaporating, he lost focus and forgot who she really was. "My pleasure," he said, like a boy with a crush.

"Time to go," said a girl with a black ponytail sticking out the back of her ball cap.

"Really," Becky said, rotating back-and-forth from him to the girl.

"Yup," the sweaty giri said. "I hate to break up-"

"Okay," Becky said. "Brittany, this is Evan. He's Jason's friend. That's his blue car over there." "Hello," Brittany said. "Come on, Becky, my mom will get pissy if she has to wait."

"Thanks for the ice cream," Becky said. "See ya." She pulled her friend along, chatting excitedly.