Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

She smiled nervously, but felt better now that Rebecca was there. All those warm, passionate, loving feelings they shared changed the atmosphere, and they changed her, too. She wasn't lonely and sad or disappointed anymore. "Okay, here goes," she said, and started a side-to-side shimmy. Her shorts inched down, and she shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head shyly. "Don't laugh."

"Don't tease," Rebecca said.

"Me...tease?" She rotated her hips and pushed her groin forward. Her shorts dipped another inch.

"I swear," Rebecca threatened, "I'll rip your clothes off."

She knew the little gymnast could easily overpower her, so she picked up the pace. "Here It comes." She arched backward until she was about to fall. The air was crisp on her hairless pubic mound. She shoved her shorts over the bulges of her hips and air rushed across her sensitive labia. It tingled at first, but seeing Rebecca step forward made her lips pulsate.

"OMG!" Rebecca said. "Wow, I didn't think it could get any more sexy, but wow! Can I, um, pet your kitty?" Deana took one step closer, and a magnetic force pulled her two more. She held Rebecca's hand and moved it to her stomach, then gave it the gentlest nudge, and Rebecca continued onward. "It feels even better when you touch it," she said, and gasped. Rebecca's palm cupped her mound, and her fingers wrapped around her pubic bone.

"It's amazing," Rebecca said. "So smooth, like a baby's butt."

"When have you ever touched a baby's butt?"

"It's an expression," Rebecca said.

Rebecca's words were long, drawn out, and breathy. Deana felt them on her cheek, and she felt three fingers reaching between her legs. They grasped her inflamed flesh, pressed into it, squeezed moisture from her inner labia and a finger slipped inside her groove. "Ahh, oh, Reb, my mom...Mmm."

"Dee, my god, you're on fire. You're soaked."

Her friend's hand rotated, the heel shoved into the cushion of her V. The fingers sliced through the valley between her pussy lips, grinding over her clit. "My mom," she mumbled. She hadn't realized until now how much she had missed Rebecca. How much she wanted her, but this wasn't the time or place. "My father, might come...

"Don't worry," Rebecca said, and backed her up until she fell onto the bed. "This isn't going to take long."

It was dangerous, stupid really, but Rebecca's hands were lifting her legs all the way up and pushing them apart. Her hands moved down each inner thigh until Deana was spread eagle, and Rebecca squeezed her pussy as she went to her knees. She looked down her body at Rebecca's face between her splayed legs. It was an obscene, nasty position for a young lady to be in, and it excited her. She was going to get her pussy eaten out by another girl right In her father's house, and that felt good to think about, but it was terrifying, too.

Rebecca blew a long, slow stream of air over her lips, and she almost screamed. Hands were on her ass-cheek, pushing her crotch higher. "I still can't believe how beautiful it is beautiful you are, Rebecca sald, and kissed her slit where it cut across her pubic bone. "I've wanted to do this ever since the last time I did this."

The hot tongue darting out and punching the nub of her clit made her blind, deaf and dumb. That might have been her first orgasm, and if she was alone using her finger, she might have been satisfied. Rebecca used her thumbs to spread her pussy open. The air spiked her burning, pink meat, then Rebecca covered it with her mouth. Her tongue drilled up into her pussy hole, and plunged deep, deep, and deeper than she thought it could go. Another orgasm might have rolled through her body, but it may have been a continuation of the first one.

"Damn it, you taste so good," Rebecca sald. "I love making you cum. Cum for me again. Cum all over my face, in my mouth." Deana was holding her legs behind her knees, pulling them and rocking her body, It was hard to distinguish tongue from lips, nose or chin. All of Rebecca's face was in her spread cunt. If she was licking her butt-hole, then her nose was smashing her clit, and if her tongue was ramming into her pussy, then her upper lip was getting it. At no time did Rebecca let up, no matter how much she begged her to stop. Orgasm after orgasm pounded her senses, and she had no idea how much noise she was making or how much time was passing.

Candy took her hand out from under her shirt, and took the other one out of her pants, then backed away from Deana's door. She couldn't bear to listen anymore. She hurried to her room.

When she was completely naked, she brought up the image of the driveway and sat in her chair. She wasn't surprised about Deana and Rebecca, and it didn't upset her. What kind of mother did that make her? She was letting her daughter have sex with another girl. A normal mother wouldn't let that happen.

Candy wasn't a normal mother, or normal in any other way. What a hypocrite she'd be to stop them. She had grown up with Sally, doing the same thing, except with her own sister. At least Rebecca wasn't her sister.

She put her feet on the edge of her desk and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were pulsing and wet. Her fingers pushed between them. She missed her sister more everyday, and wished she'd listened to what Sally had told her about John. She had gone against Sally, the only person she truly loved, and now she was paying the price.

John's black SUV came down the driveway. Candy jumped to her feet, went around in a frantic circle grabbing up her clothes, then dashed out of her room. She ran through the kitchen with the wad of clothes under her arm. If John got out of the car right away, he'd see her racing naked across the room, but she had no choice.

Deana's stomach muscles tightened and pulled her into a half sit up. She grabbed Rebecca by her ears and said, "Shh, did you hear that?"

"What?" Rebecca said.

"That!" The footfall was loud and rushed. "Shit"

Rebecca scrambled to her feet. Deana knew there wasn't any chance of finding her shorts and putting them on, so she grabbed the blanket and covered her middle.

She heard her mother's voice, "Deana, honey." They both stared at the door, waiting for the worst moment of their lives to happen. "Your father's home."

The door didn't open, but the bathroom door slammed. "Oh my god," Deana said. "Give me my shorts. Shit, that was close."

"Fuck," Rebecca said. "I was...we were fuckin' squirrels under the tire. Damn it, why don't you have a lock?"