Potential - S01 E87

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Potential - S01 E87

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 87

"You're right," she said. "We've got hours. I'm excited for you, that's all. It's about time you got a chance to show your talent."

Too bad he couldn't tell everybody he was getting his chance. "I think I'm too nervous to be excited."

Cindy stepped close. "If I didn't think you could do this, I wouldn't have arranged it, so relax. It's important to relax, clear your mind and focus.

He wasn't good at clearing his mind or focusing. "What's that?" It was the sound of a diesel engine. "Somebody's here."

"Probably Bear," Cindy said. "Let's go."

On the way back to the pits, Cindy told Evan about the first time she drove a race car and how her mother was against it. He tried to figure out if she was telling him she knew he hadn't asked his father. Cindy never came to their house anymore and he couldn't imagine her talking to his father on the phone, so the only way she could know he hadn't gotten permission would be if she told Aunt Julia about it. No, she never talked about racing with her mother. He decided he was safe.

Cindy went on about how much she loved racing and how important it was to do the things you love, even if other people don't understand or try to stand in your way. Then she warned him, "Racing is like sex, good sex, it consumes you and makes you want more. Don't start something you can't stop...make sure it's something you really want to do, and continue to do."

It was nice to hear Cindy compare racing with good sex, but her words scared him. He remained silent, walking beside her while she talked.

In the pits, they didn't find Bear, the guy who had been driving Cindy's car hauler since day one. It was Elliott, one of the other drivers who chipped in on the track renting fee. Elliott and two other guys were busy unloading a modified division car. Cindy sald hello, introduced Evan and told Elliott about the condition of the track, then she called Bear to see where he was.

When she ended the call she said, "He'll be here any minute."

Evan said, "Okay."

"Evan, relax, you're gonna do great. I've seen you drive."

"Go carts, hot laps, and a stinger, once,' he said without looking up from his feet. "What If-"

Cindy cut him off, "Hey, too late for what if's. It's set up, Dale expects you to drive his car, wants you to. He can't be here and the sponsors expect to see their car going around the track. told him you could drive. He doesn't expect you to win, just follow the pack so his car is seen."

"You didn't tell him anything that might make him expect more?"

"No, of course not," she said. "He knows, understands the situation. Just drive and listen to what I tell you."

It was against track rules to communicate with a driver during the race, but, under the circumstance, Cindy thought it would be okay to break the rules. Racing was about breaking the rules to gain an advantage. Cindy never cheated, as far as he knew, even though many of the other drivers did and sometimes got caught.

Dale Davis arrived next, driving his own hauler. Dale had a day job at the paper mill and worked on his own car at night. He had two main sponsors, a big muffler shop and a local engine builder. If his engine had been provided by the sponsor, they wouldn't be happy if Dale didn't go fast. Evan had seen the car race and it went fast. A lot would be expected of him and that didn't help him relax, clear his mind or make him focused.

Evan helped Dale unload the bright-yellow car. That's when he realized it wasn't a street stock car, but a pure stock. The pure stock division is faster and has a higher caliber of drivers. He didn't ask Dale when he had changed divisions.

Bear arrived with a guy Evan didn't know. The three of them got Cindy's car out of the hauler, while she worked with Dale setting his car up for the current track conditions. He did his best to listen to all the talk, hoping to pick up some tips. The noise and the activity eased his anxiety. It started to feel like a regular Saturday night, and he was only as nervous as he would have been if he was going to make some hot laps in Cindy's super late model.

In the shower, after they had lathered up, Rebecca got behind Deana. Her hands slid from Deana's shoulders down to her ass cheeks and back. "Mm, my back has never felt so clean."

Rebecca's hands came around to her stomach and made big

circles, teasing her pussy mound. "I might need your help washing that, too, she said. Rebecca ignored her and squeezed her tits,

trying to catch the soapy nipples, but they kept slipping out of her

grasp. "Ahh, shit.

Rebecca humped her. "Is this what Evan was doing?"

"Yes, yes it was. He held me tight, squeezing my tits and rubbing on my ass.

"You're trembling," Rebecca said. "You must be thinking about it."

"I swear, swear you're gonna make me scream."

Rebecca forced her hand into Deana's ass groove. "Was his big cock doing this?"

"It was, that's what it was doing, sliding through my crack."

"What did you do?"

Her pussy demanded contact, rough, forceful contact. She pushed up and back, trying to get Rebecca's hands between her legs.

"Were you trying to make him hit you here?" The heel of Rebecca's hands crushed Deana's pussy lips.

She rose up on her toes and arched her body. "Oh, yes, his dick spread me and slid through my groove."

Rebecca's forearm sawed between her legs, lifting up and forcing her lips apart. She bent over until her clit was under Rebecca's arm. "Yes, that's it, that's it, right there."

"What did you want? Tell me, I wanna hear you say it'

"Don't make me say it."

Rebecca increased the speed and force of her thrusts. "Tell me, say it, tell me what you wanted."

"I wanted him inside me. I wanted it all the way in me. Does that make me a bad person?"

"Hell no," Rebecca said. "Now tell me what you want."

Her friend was bad, and she was making her insane with desire. She got in the position she had imagined getting fucked in, bent over, hands on the edge of the tub. "Fuck me," she said, and it felt good to let it out. "Do it, please do it, fuck me, fuck me."

Rebecca pressed two fingers against the mouth of her pussy hole and circled the rim. "Who, who do you want to fuck you? Say his name. I want to hear you say it."