Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 182

Evan thought he might have his brow raised like Deana's questioning stare. "Thank you, I love you, too."

After an awkward few seconds, he gave her a raspberry on her neck and got the giggling squirm he wanted. The tip of Gloria's finger gently brushed his cheek. "Does it hurt?"

"No, not really," he said. "Can you do me a favor, could you give me a few minutes with mom, alone?"

"Why?" "I need to talk to her about being grounded, and see how mad she is, and how mad dad is."

Gloria mumbled with her eyes down, "Plenty." Then she added, "I'II go in my room and call Jayda and Alex, with your phone." She grabbed his phone off the table. "Thanks."

Evan rubbed his head and watched her leave, figuring Gloria heard what happened from their mother. His anxiety increased.

Deana heard it first, but before she could say anything, Rebecca yanked her hands out from under Deana's shirt.

"Rebecca?"

She had to strain her neck to look behind her, where Rebecca was looking. "Hi, mom," Rebecca said without showing any surprise on her face.

"What are you girls up to?" Mrs. Stevens asked.

Deana's cheeks were burning, so she turned away. "Um, this is embarrassing, Rebecca said and looked at Deana. "Can I tell?" Before she could respond Rebecca continued, "Deana has never kissed a boy, You know how her dad is. So i was, um, was showing her how."

Rebecca smiled nervously at her, and she waited, expecting the worst.

Mrs. Stevens said, "Okay, but maybe do that in your room. We wouldn't want your father to get the wrong idea."

"Okay, sorry, it was a spur of the moment thing. Deana didn't want to do it. She's really embarrassed now." Rebecca got off Deana's lap. "Look how red she is."

Deana's yoga pants.

Her eyes met the tumbler's challenging stare. She smirked defiantly and arched her back, pushing her groin forward. A spike of adrenaline warmed her face and released her lubricating juices. The door to Mrs. Stevens's bedroom was in sight over Rebecca's shoulder. If she opened it, Rebecca's body would be a shield and Deana would pull her friend's hand from her crotch. Yeah, it's safe, she decided and let Rebecca's think she was worried. "Stop, Reb. Don't do that here...your parents, please, stop, we might get caught." She'd give the tumbler a minute of excitement.

As Deana expected, just like when they played truth or dare, the little wildcat pushed the limits and grabbed a handful of her moist pussy. She had always thought her brain dictated what her body did, common sense ruled, but when one of Rebecca's fingers slipped into her flesh channel and smashed her clit, she wasn't sure anymore. "Ah, your mom... Rebecca, your mother might-"

Rebecca cut Deana off with a quick thrust across her clit, and her body showed her what it thought about her common sense. She grabbed Rebecca's neck with threatening hands, ready to choke her, but instead, steadied herself so she could lift her right foot to the chair. She turned her knee out and the tumbler's middle finger sliced through the wet slit. Deana raised both brows and put on her most effective, you better stop expression, but she didn't speak, and Rebecca didn't stop. Instead, her arm threw short, fast jabs into Deana's pants. Each downward punch sent her curved fingers around Deana's pubic bone, across her clit and into her cunt.

"Let go, Baby, cum for me," Rebecca whispered. "I love watching you get off; it makes you even more fuckin' beautiful."

Not only had common sense taken a backseat to pleasure. Deana's brain was riding in the trunk. Her body took over, and like the involuntary beating of her heart, her nipples exploded with sensation, and her pelvis pumped her pussy against the finger- fucking hand. If Rebecca's parents came now, they would get to see her in the throes of orgasm.

"Holy shit," Rebecca said, "you're gushing, gushing all over my hand."

Deana wasn't sure what was happening, but she couldn't take anymore. She clung to Rebecca for support and clamped her thighs shut on the tumbler's hand. It might have been the best climax of her life.