Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 186

Envy or Jealousy What's the difference?

Envy occurs when we lack a desired attribute enjoyed by another.

Jealousy occurs when something we already possess (usually a special relationship) is threatened by a third person, and so envy is a two-person situation whereas jealousy is a three-person situation.

Envy is a reaction to lacking something. Jealousy is a reaction to the threat of losing something (usually someone).

Unlike the previous day when Deana woke up next to Gloria, today, she knew whose body was touching hers. She lifted her head and opened her eyes to a room warm and bright with the morning sunlight. The sheet and blanket had been thrown off the bed during the night. One of her legs was straight, the other was over Rebecca's hip, and groin angled down between her girlfriend's legs. One of Rebecca's legs was bent ninety degrees at the hip and knee; her thigh was stuffed in Deana's crotch. She smiled, thinking about the night of lovemaking, dropped her head back into the pillow and stared at the celling. Some of it was lovemaking, the rest was wild sex; or, as Rebecca put it, "Fucking your brains out." That must have happened her brain because Deana couldn't remember how many best orgasms of her life she had or falling asleep. Now, she was exhausted and planned to close her eyes for a few more hours, but before that happened, Deana remembered something. It hadn't been a dream. She needed to wake Rebecca and prepare her before she saw her mother.

The tumbler's flat stomach, small breasts, and cone-shaped areolas made Deana's heart thump. How long had they been in love? For years, they had walked the edge, terrorized by their confused feelings and how their bodies reacted when they got close to each other. They played games, wrestled, teased and tested the limits. They kissed under the pretense of practice, so they'd be prepared for a boyfriend. When Deana was eleven and Rebecca would pin her to the floor, demanding she cry uncle, Deana always refused for as long as possible. The press of Rebecca's body on her groin would make her tremble. The sensation was as close to an orgasm as it could get. One time, Deana had wrapped her legs around Rebecca's back and humped her crotch upward, acting like she was trying to free herself. That night she cried and blamed her confused sexual desires on her

father.

It doesn't matter, Deana thought. It was still terrifying, but their love was undeniable. She ran her fingernail from Rebecca's bellybutton to her throat. Brown, pea-sized buds mounted atop each reddish- brown cones. Twisting or sucking one would rouse her friend, but Deana thought Rebecca deserved a more intimate and loving wake-up call, so she put her face close to Rebecca's. The faint shadow of freckles below her eyes made Deana teary. "You're so fuckin' cute. I love you," she whispered and touched her nose to Rebecca's, then slid it up and down. She kissed each eyebrow.

Rebecca's eyes fluttered. "Mm."

"Sorry," Deana said, "I couldn't resist."

"Don't be. I thought I died and was waking up in heaven."

Deana thought, unlikely, but said, "Good." A lifetime of dogma would be hard to overcome. She placed her lips on the tumbler's little button-nose and looked into her eyes. Her emotions were too strong to express with words, so she kept her mouth shut and kissed Rebecca's cheeks, chin and lips, then she kissed Rebecca's ear and let a wisp of breath escape.

"Ah, Dee, if you're trying to make me love you more than humanly possible, too late for that."

"I don't know what I'm doing, but I don't ever want to stop. I love you so much it hurts, it fuckin' hurts."

A salty droplet fell on Rebecca's cheek. She dabbed it and touched It to Rebecca's plump lip. Rebecca said, "Taste like a happy tear."

"I don't think happy is a good enough word to express what is happening inside me right now. Forgive me if I explode and splatter all over your room."

"I wouldn't forgive you because I'd have to live without you."

"Are you as scared as am?"

"Probably, but we'll figure it out. Now kiss me already?"

Deana got on top of Rebecca, between her legs, then held her arms down. "First, say uncle."

Rebecca's naked inner thighs flew up and clamped around Deana's butt. "If that's the way you want it." The tumbler easily freed her arms, bucked upward and flipped their bodies over, then she held Deana down, and forced herself between her legs.

"Mm, now that feels right," she said and brought her feet up to Rebecca's hips. Her clit ground across the stiffness of Rebecca's pubic bone, then her crotch settled under the warm mound of flesh. She rotated her legs, crossed her ankles behind Rebecca's back and locked herself to her lover. Rebecca's strip of curly hair teased her pussy lips. The submitted position didn't terrify her anymore, and she wasn't going to make any pretense of resistance.

The reoccurring dreams all ended the same, and they all jolted Evan out of his sleep. It was frustrating, but he'd quickly dive back into the dream, hoping for a different outcome. In the last dream, he had been holding the younger version of the woman who became his mother. Her hair was damp, and the smell of her shampoo was pungent. She had his cock in her hand, and he expected her to guide him into the most beautiful pussy his brain could create. They confessed they had always loved each other and wanted each other, but his father had kept them apart. Their time had finally come. The deep groove of her labia encased his cock head. One thrust and-Damn it, he woke up again.

The sunlight was shining in the window. Evan sighed, closed his eyes and turned on his side, putting the moming light at his back. He inhaled, imagining the smell of Candy's wet hair. The fragrance was strong, too strong to be in his mind. Could his mother be standing by his bed after taking a shower?

Rebecca broke up the make-out session and said, "Before we get too far into what I hope we're gonna do, I gotta pee."

"Wait. I have to tell you something first."

"How much you love me?"

"I could do that, but something else, too. Remember how you said It was cool that my mom caught us and didn't freak?"

"Ah, yeah."

"Well, last night your mother opened the door, and we were sorta naked and not under the covers. Maybe even in a position that suggested we had been doing something."