Potential - S01 E81

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Potential - S01 E81

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 81

Introduction:

A teenage boy's normal struggles with growing up are complicated by his porn brain and pantie fetish, or at least that's what he thinks. There might be more to the story.

About the author, Bistander:

I started writing because my regular life fell apart. I was already paralyzed, but the wheels came off the train because of a woman and I had to start over. Unfortunately, I grew up with a severe learning disability that went untreated, so not only do I have a lot to learn, there's a limit to how much I can do. hope you won't hold any of that against me, nor will you excuse poor writing because of it. I welcome and am motivated by your feed back.

After his encounter with Gloria's drawings, Evan let the hot water pulse on his face for several minutes, but it didn't wash away the images the drawings had put in his mind. He stepped back and watched the water hit his chest, cascade over his stomach, past his erection and onto his long legs. Why didn't he want to accept the truth?

Gloria wasn't a little girl anymore, but that's what she had always been to him. Ever since he was young, she was his baby sister. Somehow he had gotten older and grown-up, but in his mind, Gloria was frozen in time. When he thought of her, he saw the girl who sat on his lap, got piggyback rides and fell asleep watching TV, so he could carry her to bed. He'd ignored her maturity, Increasing independence, her body-she was a miniature version of Candy-and kept on treating her like his kid sister. Didn't her dreams make that easy for him? She needed him to protect her from the bad man in her dreams. Wake up, he told himself. If her best friend, Jayda, hadn't opened his eyes, then those drawings should.

When he finished showering, Evan collected his clothes and opened the hamper. Deana's gray sweatpants were still visible and a reminder he didn't need. Forgetting what happened with her would take a lifetime.

On top of the pile, there was a plain white pair of underpants. He picked them up, put his clothes in and felt the soft material with both hands. He slid them through his fingers, aver the backs of his hands and rubbed them in his palms. Not only could he visualize the butt they had covered, he could feel it. He had touched it, palmed the round bubbles and squeezed. It had felt good, regardless of what he'd told himself.

In the mirror he saw his cock growing. He had fucked and fucked and fucked Miss Tonya a few hours ago. Why did he need to do this?

Evan didn't smell the panties, he slid them across his groin, ran them under his balls and up his hard shaft, then he pressed them to his face. His eyes closed as he inhaled. His chest tightened. The day's conquest would go down in history as some of the best sex of his life-he had fucked his mother's friend. Why was he smelling Gloria's pussy?

Rebecca and Deana were sitting at the tall island counter in Rebecca's kitchen. Mrs. Stevens was on the other side talking to them. Deana smiled at her and pushed Rebecca's hand off her thigh. It was the second time her friend had tried to touch her during the conversation. She had never been the type who liked taking chances or doing risky things or even disobeying her father, so why was Rebecca's third attempt going uncontested?

The counter provided visual protection, but Deana wasn't sure her face could hide what was happening from Rebecca's mother. If it had been up to her, they would have gone straight to Rebecca's room, but being bad was growing on her. The wait had been killing her, now Rebecca's fingers were pulsing on her inner thigh, and her pussy was getting wet. She thought about something she had seen on TV. Two beautiful women were having an intense conversation, while a third woman watched. They paused and stared at each other. Deana had no idea what was going to happen, but she felt something she didn't understand. It was totally unexpected when they started kissing. She had never seen women kissing on TV or anywhere else. She had glanced at her mother, her face burning, and thought it was embarrassment she felt. She didn't think that anymore.

Deana stared at Mrs. Stevens and imagined kissing Rebecca in front of her. Would their relationship ever go there? Would Rebecca's mother be horrified or would she be like Cindy? Having Rebecca's fingers inside the leg opening of her shorts while looking right into Mrs. Stevens' eyes, made her feel like they could do it, start making out right there. That's nuts! Rebecca's finger skirted the edge of her pussy lip. She bit her bottom lip.

"You ready, Honey?" Mr. Stevens asked as he walked into the kitchen.

Deana jerked and flushed. Rebecca reluctantly moved her hand away. Of course, Rebecca had a lot more experience being risky.

"For once I'm ready and waiting for you' Mrs. Stevens said. "You two be good. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Rebecca smirked. 'Definitely not, you know me, I'm a good girl and I'll keep this one in line."

"Hey,' Deana sald and swatted Rebecca. "Ma'am, you know I'm the good one and you have nothing to worry about."

"Just don't burn the house down, Mr. Stevens said. "Call if you "Just don't burn the house down," Mr. Stevens said. "Call if you need anything."

When the door closed behind Rebecca's parents, Deana said, "What the hell were you doing?"

"I couldn't help myself, Rebecca said. "I have a better question, though, what were you thinking? You were in deep thought for a few minutes. Didn't even notice my hand."

"Oh, I noticed, and unless you want to see me get off in front of your mother, you better not pull something like that again," she said, but she knew Rebecca would and she'd enjoy it.

"Is that what you were thinking about?"

Deana said, "No, I was thinking about this," and yanked Rebecca by the am.

Rebecca crashed into her, she wrapped her arms around her and they started kissing. Immediately her hands went inside the back of Rebecca's shorts and grabbed hold of that hard little ass, then she thrust her thigh between Rebecca's legs and ground the gymnast's pussy on it.

Rebecca gasped. "Wow, you don't waste a second. They haven't pulled out of the garage yet and you're ready to rape me."

"Rape implles force. You know won't be forcing you to do anything

"True, but still, I've never seen you like this. What happened to you?" Rebecca asked.

Deana took a deep breath. It would be so freeing to say, Evan got me off and we were in the shower together. His dick is so big and It almost went inside me. I want him to make love to me, take my virginity, so-

Tell me! Rebecca said.

"It's nothing. I mean it's everything, not one special thing. The walt, Cindy telling me she had been with another girl, the ride in her car and you touching me in front of your mother, it all got to me."

"Oh, and I thought it was because you love me and missed me so much, and find me irresistibly sexy."

Everything Rebecca said was true and much more. Her insides trembled and her eyes stung with threatening tears. She held Rebecca by her neck and stroked her earlobes with her thumbs while moving her lips toward Rebecca's. They stared at each other, their lips barely touching.

The next kiss was like the one she saw on TV; it brought up the feelings she'd had back then when she never imagined she would kiss another girl. Their hands weren't demanding or rushed. They touched every inch of flesh that could be reached without separating their lips.

Deana lifted the bottom of Rebecca's shirt. The kiss finally stopped so the shirt could pass between them. Rebecca's tits were firm and perfectly shaped, no bra required. She admired them until she had to lift her arms so Rebecca could remove her shirt. Nobody had ever undressed her, but she didn't Imagine a boy could unhook a bra with such ease. Rebecca's hands carried the shoulder straps down her arms. Her cheeks warmed while her nipples erected. Rebecca smiled.

The silent stare continued. Rebecca's hands were on her waist. For a split second, she was embarrassed that she hadn't worn panties. Rebecca's hands followed the shorts all the way to her feet. Her skin buzzed in a line down both legs where Rebecca had touched them. She stepped out of the shorts, Rebecca only paused at her crotch long enough for Deana to feel a warm breath on her bald pussy, then she removed Rebecca's shorts in the same gentle fashion.

Two naked girls standing in the kitchen, speechless. Deana desperately wanted to speak, but the truth terrified her. It would make her vulnerable and maybe ruin the moment. Her feelings intensified. She was going to explode.

Both girls finally spoke at the same time, 'I love you."

When they reached Becky's room, Darlene closed the door and asked, 'How was it?"

"It hurt more than last night," Becky said. "I guess I was sore...more than thought."

"You stuffed a pound of dick and you, what did you expect?"

"I didn't think about it," Becky said. 'I was so excited about you watching me that just did it."

"You sure did." Darlene rubbed her own crotch. "Damn, didn't think it was going to fit in your skinny body."