Potential - S01 E316

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Potential - S01 E316

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 316

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, I 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. How come you didn't wait for someone to open the door on Sunday?"

"Sunday, oh, you heard me?" Cindy paused. "Why didn't you let me in?"

"Didn't hear you until the Screaming Eagles were laying down rubber out front. Did you wait long? Is that why you left in such a hurry, you were upset?"

"Upset... mm, no, no, not at all," Cindy said. "It wasn't planned. I was at Mike the Motor guy's shop, and I only had a minute anyway. Candy's car was gone, so didn't wait. Figured nobody was home."

It wasn't unusual for Cindy to see the motor guy after a race, yet he felt like Cindy was lying. 'Oh, well, I hate that missed you. I wanted to talk about the race, my race. I did almost win, you know."

"I'm sorry, you're right, I should have been more excited for you."

Damn right, Evan thought, I've spent hours talking to you after your races. "It's fine," he said. "So, wanna meet me at the shop today?"

"Not sure, Cindy said. "I don't think so, but I'll call if things change. I gotta go. Bye."

"Bye." Evan stared at the phone for a minute after Cindy's name had vanished. What a dick, he thought, how could he have forgotten? Cindy was upset Saturday night, and I'm thinking about my hurt feelings because she doesn't want to talk about my race.

Evan thought back over the last two days. After the races, he went. home and got in bed with Candy and Gloria, and practically dry- humped her while their mother slept. Somehow, he had enough sense to leave but woke up with a naked Gloria in his bed. He went down on her, came on her, and titty fucked Candy's mini-me in the shower. Deana at the mall, Evan thought, in the kitchen, in his parent's bed, while talking on the phone with Candy, in Gloria's bed, then-No wonder I didn't think about Cindy. He had stumbled from one oh my God moment to the next. Like falling down a giant hill, you don't evaluate the passing landscape, you only tumble, roll, bounce, and banged your way down the slope, never looking back to think about where you've been.

Now that Candy said no more, Gloria was at Jayda's, Deana was with Rebecca, and Cindy didn't want to hang out, Evan didn't have anything else to do, so he replayed the sex scenes in his mind without giving thought to any of the connecting threads. It was the stuff porn movies were based on

Deana and Rebecca finally managed to sit up, but they didn't get out of Rebecca's bed. "Reb, baby, that was amazing," she said. "If out of Rebecca's bed. "Reb, baby, that was amazing," she said. "If that's what two days away gets me, I'm gonna do that more often."

"You better not, but speaking of that. Rebecca said. "What were you doing? Or should I ask how he was doing you, and where? Tell me?"

"You gonna be mad?"

"No, of course not" Rebecca sald. "We agreed, no jealousy. Although, it must have been a bunch based on your guilty face."

"No, well, yes, a bunch, but not the face part.'

"Mm, a bunch, really," Rebecca said. "How many is a bunch?"

"Let's see, one, two, three..., five, yeah, I guess five."

"Five?"

Deana nodded. "Something like that."

"You fucked so much you lost count?"

"No, it's not like that, Deana said. "I'm still trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around what you just did to me."

Rebecca turned toward her. 'Tell me: want details."

"You sure?" Deana asked. "I was bad, a naughty girl.

"Damn right, I'm sure, Rebecca said. "Did you do it on the table again?"

She nodded, and Rebecca held up a finger. "In your room?"

"Yup." Deana's cheeks warmed.

That's two. Where else? Tell me."

"You wanna hear the part that might upset you or the part that will make you jump up and run around in circles, shouting obscenities?"

"Nothing is gonna upset me," Rebecca said, "or make me jump and run anywhere right now."

"We'll see,' she said. "I took off my shorts outside, on the porch steps"