Potential - S01 E302

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Potential - S01 E302

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 302

"Oh, please touch it, touch it, please, I need to cum, make me cum, please."

Rebecca got up on her knees, grabbed Deana's raised hips, and thrust her groin into Deana's crotch. Three hard fuck motions pushed Deana up the bed, then Rebecca dropped her. Deana reached back and rummaged pillows together under her head and shoulders. The tumbler catapulted her legs out and flopped face down between Deana's thighs. "If you're gonna cum, I wanna taste it."

She stared down at her lover's open mouth as it closed over her pubic bone. Rebecca's upper lip forced back the protective flap while the bottom lip drew upward, forcing Deana's clit to stand between them. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. Then it did; Rebecca's tongue lashed her clit. She slammed her thighs, her body coiled, sitting her up, then she flopped back onto the pillows. The sucking and licking intensified. Deana's pelvis bucked, but Rebecca held on for the ride. The thrashing continued until her body went slack, and her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears.

When Deana opened her eyes, Rebecca's chin was poking into the cushion of flesh just above her pubic bone. The girl licked her lips and said, "Dee, you carne all over my face."

She blew and sucked air while the tumbler crawled up her body. then she licked a big circle around Rebecca's mouth and said, "You made me do it."

"Mm, yes, I did, and I'm not sorry."

"Oh, God-"Deana gasped-'neither am I." She took several breaths, enjoying the feel of Rebecca's hard, pointy nipples bumping against hers, and the way their stomachs moved together with each breath. Like two puzzle pieces, their bodies fit together perfectly. Deana wrapped her arms and legs around Rebecca and used them to crush the girl into her. "Damn it, love you so much."

"It's a good thing," Rebecca kissed the tip of her nose, "because you'd have a hard time getting rid of me."

The boner Evan left Rebecca's with, had subsided a while ago. Now, he was trapped with the softball sisters, trying to ignore what sounded like them all talking at once. Gloria, rode shotgun, of course, and Jayda sat behind her. When he glanced in the rearview mirror, there she was, smirking with the same, I can make you fuck me, expression she had on Memorial day. Evan refused to look at Gloria. Death would be favorable over Gloria finding out what he did to her best friend behind Miss Tonya's shed. In his defense, that was before he knew Gloria was in love with him and before Deana and Candy. Why wouldn't I, he asked himself, thinking about Jayda in her backyard. The girl was naked under him while his hands spread oil on her hot skin. Who wouldn't have fucked her?

Evan took a long look at Jayda, trying to read her, but his dirty mind showed him a picture of the freak spraying piss on the wall of the shed. She's gasoline, he told himself, and I'm a lit match, keep your distance.

It was a relief when they reached the ballpark without anyone saying something he would regret. Evan popped the trunk and got out of the car while the softball sisters complained about being there too early. He had no intention of keeping them a minute longer than he had to.

At the trunk, testosterone made Evan grab three straps and lift Alex, Jayda, and Gloria's bags with one arm. The girls noticed, and he realized how accustomed to playing with fire he had become. It was dangerous, and therefore exciting, and so hard to resist. "I gotta go, Evan said.

"What are we supposed to do?" Gloria whined.

"Practice throwing and dropping the ball,' he said..

"For your information," Jayda said, 'we're the best girls on the team, and I'm pitching in the next game."

"That's right, Alex said, "and I'm the shortstop."

Gloria grinned. "Third base."

"It's about time, Jayda sald, and Alex joined her, giggling.

Before his sister's face reached crimson-anger, and she could say anything, Evan grabbed her, turned his back to the other girls, put his hand between their mouths, and kissed it. Gloria's tongue worked its way between his fingers, so he sucked in and and gave her what she wanted.

"Okay, see ya later," he said. Alex and Jayda's jaws were hanging.

With her hands on her hips, Jayda asked, "What about me?"

Thank God, he thought, that's what I was counting on. Jayda pulled her shoulders back and shoved her chest out. Dammit, I wasn't counting on that. The little vixen wasn't wearing a bra, and the caps of her mini ski jump tits were stiff. His evil mind pictured Jayda's knees bent, turned out, and her groin thrust forward, piss splashing off the shed. Suddenly, he wanted to fuck her on the back of the car while Alex and Gloria watched.

"Fine." He shook himself mentally and winked at Gloria. She smirked her approval, so he whirled Jayda around, put his hand between them, and kissed the back of it. Jayda's disappointment was obvious, but it didn't stop her from grinding on him. He pulled away and started toward his door, ignoring Alex.

Gloria said, "Hey," and Jayda shoved the pouting tomboy at him.

He grabbed the stumbling girl and spun Alex against the car. That's when he realized how much he had wanted to kiss the shy tomboy. His body shielded them, so he laid one on Alex. Shy maybe, he thought, sexy, definitely. The gir's pouty lips and hot mouth were experienced and lust provoking. He raised his knee Into the door opening, shoving his thigh up into the girl's crotch. Immediately, Alex was humping it. The poor kid was going to have a hard time convincing the other sisters it hadn't been a fake kiss. A moan escaping into his mouth made Evan step back. If he hadn't, his pants might have burst into flames. He moved Alex aside and jumped in the driver's seat. Maybe playing with fire was too dangerous?

After some dictation and housework, Candy returned to the kitchen table with an English muffin and stared at John's chair, the one Evan had been sitting in since her husband left for China. There had been a time when Candy waited anxiously for his return, praying there wouldn't be a delay, now, Evan was the only person she ever wanted to see sitting at the head of the table.

A flash of reflected light caught Candy's eye. Finally, she thought as Sally's car drove up. Relax, Sally doesn't judge you. Candy got up and looked out the bay window. Sally got out, walked toward the house, and stopped between her car and the porch. Maybe to check out the surveillance cameras, Candy thought. Her sister's hair was blazing red in the sunlight, but Sally's face was pale except for the freckles on her nose. There was a tattered box in Sally's hands. Candy recognized the name of the shoe store, but it had gone out of business years ago. Candy wiped her eyes and hugged herself. Sally didn't want to come in, and someplace in the far recesses of Candy's mind, she thought she should understand why, but she didn't.

In the McDonald's parking lot, Evan took the top off his first Egg McMuffin, laid a hash brown between the bacon and egg, covered it with ketchup, put it back together, and bit in. Food would hopefully help him stop thinking about Alex's passionate mouth and Jayda grinding on him. Then, maybe, the temptation to go back to the ballpark would leave him. It was a stupid fantasy, and nothing he could or would act on, but sneaking one of them behind the dirt pile where Becky had seduced him gave Evan a mental boner that wouldn't quit.

Two sandwiches and half a coffee were gone, and Evan was on the phone. "Are you gonna tell me what was going on Saturday?" Evan asked. "Hello, you there?" He looked at his phone to see if the call was still connected.

"I'm here." Cindy sighed. "It was just a bad night, not a big deal. Everybody has them."

Evan thought about what his cousin once said after a go-cart race, "Was your head up your ass? Those were rookie mistakes" But, since he had been exiled from the house and was supposed to hang out with Cindy today, he said, "Yup, understand. So, you gotta work today?"

"No."

"Then I suppose you'll be at the race shop?"

"Maybe."

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," Evan said. "I figured you'd be up. You're always up early."

"I was, am... up."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Cindy said, "Why?"

"Ah, nothing, you're usually more talkative, and you, I don't know.