Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

There was no explanation other than his mother's best friend wanted him to see through her shirt, he knew that. Shouldn't he make the next move, say something that led to them fucking right there on the ground? If she was a college school girl, he'd know what to say, but she was a woman, a grown woman who could tell his mother he'd asked her to have sex with him. He didn't say anything, he didn't make the next move, he just tried to look anywhere other than at her tits.

"Let me show you what I want," she said, and turned away from him. "They're delivering the shrubs Monday."

He turned off the water and followed her around like a puppy dog, knowing he'd regret this day the rest of his life. A thirty-something divorcee had offered him sex and he didn't have the balls to make a move. He'd better do well at racing, because all his fantasies of grandeur were gone. He'd never mention this to Jason, or anybody.

Other than the music coming from the speakers, Evan's car was quiet. Jason seem to have something on his mind, and Evan was relieved. When Jason first heard about the job at Miss Tonya's, he'd said, 'Really, she's hot, and I heard she's into young guys. I'd do her."

Evan didn't know where Jason heard that, and he'd ignored it, and forgotten about it until after he left-really ran away from-miss Tonya's house. He was glad Jason seemed to have forgotten about it, too.

The quiet drive on 1-10 gave him time to think about racing Dale's car. Tonight he'd get to see it run. He'd seen it plenty of times before, but, truthfully, he never paid much attention to that division. Now it was the most important division, except Cindy's. It was almost impossible to believe it was going to happen, he was going to drive a race car at the Deep South Speedway in an actual race. That is if nothing changed between now and then.

Evan wouldn't let himself think about that, so he shifted his thoughts to the exchange with Deana before he left for Jason's house. He felt bad about lying to her and worse about not including her in his plan. She'd be excited with him and he wanted that, but there was no way he could make her a co-conspirator. Besides, he was keeping his distance until that whole kissing thing was far enough behind them, or he was having sex with Rebecca, or anyone other than Deana or Candy. He'd enjoyed kissing Deana too much, and he'd do it again if she Initiated it. That's why he would have made up an excuse even if he wasn't going to the races tonight. He couldn't have done what she wanted anyway.

Deana grabbed her phone and sat on the end of her bed. She fanned her legs, open, closed, open and blew out a long breath. Evan had come home, showered and rushed off to Jason's house. It was obvious to her that he was up to something, and their mother probably picked up on it, too, but she didn't say anything. Deana highlighted Rebecca's number and pressed the call button, then fell back on the bed.

"Hi" Rebecca said. "Want me to come over?"

She used her feet to push her body up the bed. "No," she said, and kicked a stuffed animal off the bed.

Rebecca said, "Wanna come here?"

Deana bent her knees until her heels were close to her butt, then she let them flop to the sides. Her shorts tightened over her mound and between her legs. The feeling was strange, confusing and erotic. Evan though she knew plenty of women shaved their pussy, she hadn't been completely bald since she was ten, and now she felt stupid for shaving it. Nothing was going to happen with Evan; he'd never let it, and truthfully, she wouldn't either. So why had she shaved her pussy?

Each time she carefully stroked the steel blade up her swollen lips, in her hidden thoughts, she'd imagined being with Evan and knowing she was bald under her sweats. She had expected him to stay home and teach her to kick-fight, he'd been promising, but he left. Now, even though he wouldn't have seen it, and she wouldn't have told him, she was disappointed. Obviously she had issues.

"Well," Rebecca said, "you wanna?"

"No," she said, and reached for a pillow to stuff under her head. She put her hand down her shorts. She hadn't even put on panties.

"What's wrong?"

"Nah-thing," she said.

"Don't nah-thing me, "Rebecca said. "You sound funny, so tell me. We don't have secrets."

Deana thought about telling her best friend the one thing she planned to take to her grave. It would be such a relief to say the words out loud, but nobody could know. It was worse than the things she imagined doing with Evan, and she couldn't even confess that. "Rebecca, you promise not to tell anyone?"

"You know better than to worry about that," Rebecca said.

"I shaved my pussy!"

"Your what?" Rebecca said. "You hate that word."

Deana held the phone with her shoulder and shoved both hands down her shorts. "My pussy is bald. It feels so weird." She spread herself and slid her middle finger through the wet groove, remembering Evan's strong hands massaging her ass, so close to her crotch that she wanted to scream, "Do it, touch me."

"Deanal"

"Sorry, I'm horny, out of my mind horny, and it feels crazy good," she said. "Oh, and it's cunt that I hate. Pussy's okay. My bald pussy, pussy, pussy feels so good."

"I'm coming over!"

Deana stared at the call ended message. She didn't want to let Rebecca come over, but she needed her. She was worried about what would happened when she saw her BFF for the first time since the last day of school. That was the day they kissed in front of Evan, and the day she knew Evan wanted her, too.

The knock at the front door came sooner than Deana anticipated, and she didn't feel prepared. Rebecca would want to see, and now that she was outside the door, she was embarrassed about how she had acted on the phone and what she had done. She filled her lungs slowly, then blew it all out in one rush. Her mother was home, and her father could be home at any time, or not.

When she opened the front door, Rebecca pushed past her and looked around the living room and in the kitchen. "Where's Evan?"

"He's not here," she said.

"Your mom?" Rebecca asked, and started herding Deana backward towards her room.

"Probably in her room," she said. "Take it easy."

"Just get in here, I gotta see, let me see your bald kitty." Rebecca closed Deana's door, and practically shoved her towards the bed.