Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 197

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.

Sisters

The softball sisters were in the den at Jayda's house. They had been playing Twister for forty minutes. One girl spun and told the others what to do. The winner took over the spinner, the loser removed an article of clothing and played again. Now, all three girls were naked and slick with Baby Oil. Gloria and Alex were side- by-side on all fours like crabs.

"Spin already," Gloria told Jayda.

"Sorry, I got hypnotized by your big swinging tits."

"You wish you had my boobs."

"I wish I had anybody's boob," Alex said.

"Gloria, if yours keep growing, you'll have big hangers before you tum twenty-five," Jayda said.

"At least mine aren't half tit and half nipple, curving up toward the ceiling when I get excited!" Gloria said. "Now spin."

"Well fuck you, too," Jayda said. "Now, get your right foot on blue."

Gloria moved her foot forward one row and over two. It ended up under Alex's stomach. Both girls teetered awkwardly, but neither toppled. Jayda flicked the plastic needle again. When it stopped she giggled and said, "This should be good. Alex, left foot red."

In order to get her left foot on a red dot, Alex had to hike her leg like a dog ready to pee and carry it over Gloria's shoulders, then place it below Gloria's left shoulder. Gloria hung her head. Alex's crotch landed on the back of her neck. From above it looked like Gloria's head was inside Alex's body. "Damn, you did it," Jayda said. "Those long, skinny legs come in handy."

"Save it," Gloria said, "This isn't comfortable."

"At least you didn't end up with her butt-hole in your face, like I did," Jayda said.

"You loved it," Alex said.

"Did not"

"Then why did you lick it?"

"I was trying to make you fall," Jayda said.

"Whatever," Gloria said. "Spin already!"

While the arrow twirled, Alex humped her groin, grinding her slippery pussy on Gloria's neck. Gloria shouted, "Cheater," and crashed down on the slick polka dot mat.

"Stretch wins again," Jayda said.

Gloria flipped over under Alex, pulled her down, wrapped her arms and legs around her, then rolled Alex on her back, pinning her "Loser," Gloria said.

Alex's oiled legs slid up Gloria's, over the bubbles of her ass and around her back. Gloria's tits squirted out from between their body's. "I'm feeling like the winner now," Alex said and started kissing Gloria.

Jayda straddled her two girlfriends, then dropped her crotch into the curve of Gloria's lower back. It fit her like a human flesh saddle.

She tightened her bent legs on their bodies. "Easy, girls, don't get carried away, not yet."

"It's not me," Gloria sald.

"She's the one holding me down and having her way with me," Alex said.

Jayda got up and started wiping off her hands and feet. Alex and Gloria did the same. Jayda picked up her IPod, used the control wheel, then put it back and said, "Don't sit on the couch. I'll be right back."

Alex cocked her head, looking at the speaker. "Did he just say, 'Whip out my big ten inch? What are we listening to?"

"It's one of my mother's playlists," Jayda said. "I think it's cool."

"Me too," Gloria said. "Who is that?"

Jayda picked up the IPod again. "Aerosmith."

"Ooh, leave them on," Gloria said. "That's the guy who was on Idol. He's funny. Remember what he said?"

Alex nodded. "Hell fire, save matches, fuck a duck and see what hatches. That guy won, didn't he?"

"I think so," Jayda said. "It's a playlist, it'll play whatever. I'll be right back."

Gloria wanted to hear, Janie's got a gun. That was the reason she knew who Aerosmith was.

The movie, Below Her Mouth, ended. The credits were climbing the TV screen. Deana and Rebecca were staring, but they weren't reading. Neither of them spoke. It had been an hour since they'd said a word even though both of them had opened their mouths a dozens times.

During the movie, Dallas and Jasmine's raw, animalistic lust for each other, aroused Deana and Rebecca, but the character's exhibition of their passion and love challenged Deana and Rebecca. There may have been clubs somewhere in the world for lesbians to gather and cities where they could express their affection publicly, but as far as Deana and Rebecca were concerned, that didn't happen in the deep South. The predicament Jasmine found herself in brought Deana to tears, which she hid from Rebecca.

"What do you think she did?" Deana asked. "Were they together at the end or just seeing each other on the side?"

When Rebecca turned towards her, there was evidence of repressed emotions. "I don't know. I think they left it up to us to decide. She told her friends, though."

"What would you do?" Deana asked.

"Not fair" Rebecca said, "I can't say.

"Why not?"

"I'm not engaged to a guy and in love with a girl."

"If you were?"

"If I had to choose between you and some guy, that's easy. What about you?"

"Do you think someone could like girls that much, her whole life, and marry a guy?"

Rebecca shrugged. "She never explored those feelings. It was a kiss when she was young. Then her mother fucked her up, didn't let them see each other again. Yeah, it probably happens all the time, especially around here."

"I'm not gonna do it," Deana said.

"What?"

"You know, with Evan, I'm not gonna do it."

"Because you think you might end up engaged, then get caught getting fucked by my big black strap-on?"

Deana said, "No," then she saw Rebecca's expression change. Her girlfriend's eyes filled with compassion. "I don't wanna hurt you or him." Now she felt vulnerable. "it'll make everything crazy."

Rebecca smiled. "Thank you, Dee. Are you afraid you might like it too much and decide-"

"No, no, that's not it."

"Then what?"