Potential - S01 E77

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Potential - S01 E77

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 77

"So she's exactly like you, reading people's thoughts."

"You write them on your face for me to read," Deana said. "I saw the way you were looking at Cindy, it was so obvious what you were thinking about."

"I wasn't thinking anything, except how much sexier you'll be in three years."

"Whatever. Oh, she said you're cute."

"Really?"

"Yup, and she said you're probably a real firecracker. Don't worry, I didn't give her details."

Rebecca got that naughty look in her eyes. "Maybe we can get some therapy from her. Can you imagine doing it with her? I can, it would be like being with you in the future."

"She's my cousin!"

"Yeah, she is," Rebecca said with a shrug. "Who'd she do it with?"

"I didn't ask."

"Why not? You told her who you did it with. Why not ask? Wonder if it's somebody we know."

"I didn't tell her, she knew it was you. She said, it was Rebecca."

"She smart, like you. You should have asked her to stay a while. Ever thought about having a threesome?"

"If I did, it wouldn't be with my cousin." I'd want to have her to myself, Deana thought.

"Yeah, but maybe that's how we can get you that thing you've never had? I could-"

"I told you, I'm not going to do some random guy just so I know what a dick feels like. Might as well just use a dildo if it's not someone I love."

"Hmm, really."

"Stop that."

"Oh, shoot, all that Cindy stuff made me forget," Rebecca said. "I've been waiting all day to show you this. It feels amazing!"

Before Deana could say anything, Rebecca was pulling the front of her shorts down. "Look, I did it too, but I didn't want to be a copycat, so I did it different."

Deana stared. Two thin lines of pubic hair formed the letter V, like an arrow pointing at the divot at the top of Rebecca's slit. "I don't think you want your neighbors or parents to see what I'm about to do to you, so you better put that away." It's a good thing Evan isn't here. She had never wanted sex so bad.

"Really?" Rebecca said, and ran the tip of her finger up her bald flesh as her waist band rose. "I don't think I've ever seen that look before. What's got you so excited, anything I should know about?"

"Please stop. Deana took a deep breath. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't tell Rebecca. "Stop looking at me like that while your parents are home."

"Look at you," Rebecca said, and took hold of Deana's hands. "You're shaking. Tell me! I know there's more."

"I told you on the phone I was horny, and if you went for a ride in that car, you'd know why I'm shaking. It's the most terrifying excitement you'll ever have. It went from nothing to over a hundred miles an hour it the blink of an eye, and it vibrates"

"It's Cindy, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Cindy's crazy, a little crazy, and got scared, but not like I should have. She has so much confidence and something I can't explain. She makes me feel safe even when all my senses are telling me to be afraid."

"Mm, that thing you can't explain, that's how you make me feel," Rebecca said. "We better go in because I wanted you before, now I'm horny enough to go down on you right here in the front yard. My neighbors can watch"

"You better knock all that off until your parents leave," Deana said. She needed to get a grip on herself.

Rebecca mimicked pushing a button. "I have a lock."

"Do you have a sound proof door that you haven't told me about?"

"You can bite your tongue, Rebecca said.

I'd have to bite it off, Deana thought.

What was that? The sound was probably a squirrel or a twig falling from a tree, but Jason shoved his boner between his thighs and closed the towel over them. He listened intently. There it was again, and the light coming through the bushes flickered. He'd never make it to the door. Please be Becky.

"Jason?" It was a girl's voice, not Becky's. "Hi Ja-Ah, do you always wear a towel outside?"

He was more shocked than embarrassed. What the hell was the fuckin' redhead doing in his backyard? "Darlene," he said. He had seen his sister with Darlene at school, but never anywhere else, especially not at his house. "Becky isn't here."

"I know," Darlene said. "She went to the mall, but she told me it would be okay if I came over to talk to you."

The shock tapered and his embarrassment grew. What if he had just shot a load on the cement? He looked Darlene up and down, then tried to focus on her face. That wouldn't be easy. "Talk to me?" he said, then his eyes dropped again.

Darlene's skirt was two feet shorter than his towel. The heels she was wearing made her creamy-white legs seem never ending, and her beefy thighs were four boners out of five, on his scale. Her faded Paramore T-shirt squeezed her chest up into the sliced neckline. Was she wearing a bra? That deep trench between her huge melons needed a greased cock sliding through it, and he had one to volunteer.

"Yes, talk to you. Becky said I should stop by, she thought you would be home."

How could she be standing in front of him, smiling like she had a juicy secret she needed to share? He'd never figure that out while she was oozing those pheromones that diverted all his brain power to his dick? "What about?" he asked.

"What about the towel?" She sat down. "Do you normally wear that outside or did Becky tell you I was coming?"

"No, no, I never wear a towel outside, normally. This is embarrassing. Let me go get some-

"No, don't, I like the towel," she said. "It'll make it easier for me to tell you why I'm here. It's kinda embarrassing."