Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 123

"Secrets," she said, "I think they're exciting."

You would, he thought. "Got any to tell me?"

"They wouldn't be secrets anymore if I told you."

He wouldn't mind hearing things that Becky knew, but he was glad she knew how to keep a secret. "True."

I might have one," she said. "It's not actually a secret because I never said I wouldn't tell."

"What?" he asked.

"It's about your," she made quotes with her fingers, "little sister's friend. She pointed. "That one."

"Hmm." He looked in left field where Jayda was fielding balls that the assistant coach was hitting. His heartbeat increased drastically. Becky better not know about that. "Tell me."

"You sure you wanna know?"

This most likely fell into the category of school girl gossiping, but he had to know if Jayda was blabbing. "Yes, tell me."

"Not here," Becky said and got up. "I'll tell you in a secret place. It's bad." She crossed her right foot over her left and twisted like the cute, shy girl she used to be.

"Just tell me."

"Over there, I'll tell you over there." Becky pointed, but he didn't look. "Don't you believe me?" she asked.

Unfortunately, he did. "I have to stay for Gloria's game. Tell me here."

"You need to hear this, they're Gloria's friends, but you'll have to go over there for it."

This couldn't turn out any worse than the day she caught him outside the bathroom. 'Somebody will get the wrong idea if I go there with you."

"That's not a problem," Becky said. "You come after I'm already there. She started walking. He checked to see if his sister had seen him, then watched Becky. Her ass was sexy as fuck in that skirt.

Darlene was in the same chair she'd been in last time, with the same black dog at her side. Her lips were slick with pink lip gloss. They curled up when he enter. He pictured them wrapped around his dick, but he wanted to kiss her.

Darlene's grin vanished. "I know you think I'm nuts."

He nodded, thinking about her last dream. "No."

Darlene's painted toes wiggled. "You okay with doing something nobody can know about?"

The dog's eyes shifted to Darlene's skirt, his followed. It was a pleated schoolgirl skirt and matching blouse, but the skirt wasn't the proper length for any school's dress code. He said, "Sure."

"It has to be completely on the down-low."

Darlene had already gotten fucked by Brutus in front of him, fucked him, and watched a dog lick his balls, what could be more on the DL than that? A queasy feeling crept into his stomach. Did she want him to get down on his hands and knees and let Brutus fuck him? 'Was Brutus in your dream?"

"No, he wasn't, but it looks like he thinks he might have a role... foreplay maybe," Darlene said.

Jason's cock snake was dangling down his pants leg, growing heavler by the second. The dog's red, blue-veined prick had emerged from its sheath. They both had the same goal, fucking Darlene. She pulled a Sharon Stone and showed him her pussy. Brutus got on his feet.

The backdoor opened. "Brutus, you two-timing fleabag," a woman said from the doorway. Brutus turned towards her, his ears hanging. He looked guilty.

"It's my fault," Darlene said.

"No, it's my fault," the woman said. "I should have taught him better manners."

"Jason," Darlene said, 'this is Ms. Style Pioneer. This is Jason."

"Nice to meet you, Jason," the woman said. "Please, call me, Style.

We're not too formal around here."

That was an understatement. "Nice to meet you, too," Jason said. Now he knew what Evan had been trying to say. There was too much to take in all at once, and what his brain could grasp, he wouldn't be able to describe later. Style Ploneer was as interesting as her name. Sexy, goth, maybe?

Brutus licked Darlene's inner thigh, and she cooed. Jason watched to see how Style would react. She smiled without speaking. He gulped, wondering if Style knew Darlene fucked her dog

"This is the boy from your dreams?" Ms. Style asked.

"Yes, it is," Darlene said while holding Brutus's head away from her lap.

He tried to figure out the relationship between Darlene and Style. The woman had her hair in a ponytail that was pulled out through the back of a ball cap. Her shirt and shorts were striped like New York Yankees uniforms.

Ms. Style put her hand on Darlene's shoulder. "You sure you want to do this?"

"Absolutely," Darlene sald.

"Okay, I'll be inside," she said and went back in the house.

After checking, double checking and taking one last look over his shoulder, Evan ran up the mound of dirt. It didn't seem like a giant pile anymore, but the cool, damp seclusion on the other side had the same naughty appeal it had five years ago when he French kissed Paula. Becky was waiting for him with her back against a tree. Her chest was pushed out and her nipples poked up under her shirt. Her feet were far enough apart that her skirt threatened to ride up and reveal the color of her underwear, or not.

Evan wiped his forearm across his forehead. His father told him to act like a responsible teenager when he went out in public, but responsible teenager was an oxymoron. "So, tell me," he said.

She blew a small bubble and sucked it back before he could grab it. "I think you should kiss me first."

"One kiss, then you tell!" He dipped down to meet her lips, knowing what kissing Becky would lead to. Their mouths joined, and his tongue pushed between her lips.