Potential 9

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Potential
by Bistander

Chapter 9: A Force to be Reckoned With

Please read this!!! Chapter 6 was rejected twice, and I have determine that I cannot change it enough to get it through on this site without hurting the story. However, chapter 6 is critical to the plot and you’ll be scratching your head later if you don’t know what happens at the end of Chapter 6. Unless you’re reading for the sex only, I urge you to find Chapter 6. PM me or leave a comment if you need help.


Memorial Day was supposed to be a holiday, but Evan was at Miss Tonya’s working. He wished he could have started yesterday after the creek, but that was a day of rest. His dad was such an asshole; he didn’t even go to church, yet he insisted Evan follow the rules. What bullshit, he thought. He couldn’t work, but the haughty Christians didn’t have a problem going to the stores or restaurants and being served by the people who had to work.

Working yesterday would have given him a better shot at finishing before Wednesday, and it would have been one day closer to Saturday, the day Miss Tonya tried to seduce him. He hoped she was still in the mood. With the confidence he’d gained at Jason’s house, he was prepared to get fucked. Doing his mom’s best friend would make him stop thinking about the other thing, and it would be less complicated than sex with Rebecca or Becky. Miss Tonya would have to keep it a secret. Man, that would be a confidence boost that would make his next year at school the best ever.

The sandy, red clay could have easily been turned with a pitchfork, but Evan used a pickax with granite cracking swings. Sweat ran down his chest and over his abs, darkening the waist of his blue jeans. He stopped swinging and looked over the three foot wide path of upheaval. It should have given him that feeling of pride and satisfaction that came with hard labor, but his mind jumped back. Maybe I’m OCD, he thought. No matter how many detours he gave his brain, it kept finding its way back to the things he didn’t want to think about. If he hadn’t seen Deana’s teammate getting her brains fucked out at the creek, maybe he would have been able to forget the wet pussy on his dick thing?

The rest of Sunday, he had done everything possible to avoid Deana. When he’d had to see her she had acted like her normal self, not like a girl who had intentionally sat on his erection. His mother had seemed normal, too, after he touched her tits, pressed his erection on her back and shot a load in her red panties. He bet Becky would be her normal self when he saw her again. Jeez, it’s Groundhog Day; nobody knows what happened. The only thing normal in his life was his father. He gave him shit about sleeping half the day away.

It was good to be at Miss Tonya’s working. Time and distance would put things in perspective. Evan huffed and grabbed one of the bags of topsoil that needed to be mixed in with the native earth. He tore it open and flipped it over. Keep moving and stop thinking, he told himself, and emptied all the bags in piles along the path of overturned earth.

When all the rich, black dirt was mixed in and leveled out, it was a nice reddish-brown. Evan wiped his forehead on his arm. It looked good and it felt good.

“Hi, Evan.”

Evan knew the voice was Jayda’s and it disappointed him. He was still holding on to the hope that her mother would give him a second chance. He started turning and said, “Hi, Ja—“he stared for a second, then found the rest of her name—“yda.”

It wasn’t just that she was in a bathing suit and not the softball uniform he was used to seeing her in that caused him to pause. It was because her bathing suit would have been considered skimpy when it fit, and that was two sizes ago. Obviously, softball uniforms weren’t formfitting. He continued to stare at the blue triangle. She either has a big bush or a huge mound of pussy. Could one of Gloria’s friends actually have that much?

Jayda picked up a bottle of something and said, “Could you do my back?”

“Huh?”

“This—”she held the bottle out—“do my back with this, but wash your hands first.”

He didn’t like one of Gloria’s friends telling him what to do, but he wanted to touch her, so he walked over to the hose. He couldn’t see if Jayda was watching him, but he was glad he wasn’t going to make an ass of himself again with the retarded nozzle.

After washing his hands, he turned around and saw Jayda face down on the chair with her chin on her hands, smiling at him. He walked over, pretending not to notice that more of her ass wasn’t covered by her bottoms than was. “Which end should I start on?” he said, trying to sound annoyed.

“Don’t matter, as long as you get everywhere,” she said, and reached behind her back. The bow came apart and the strings dropped to her sides. Her breasts immediately squeezed out from under her body. “I hate tan lines.”

She’s Gloria’s friend, he reminded himself, yet still stood over her, looking down at her ass. “Make room,” he said, and sat down.

Jayda opened her legs and his butt settled between them. He realized he was in the same situation he’d been in when he massaged Deana, except worse. Jayda wasn’t his sister, and the blue fabric between her legs was stretched like Saran wrap over her pussy. It was a lot more pussy than he imagined she should have. If she opened her legs a speck too far, that thing would swallow her bikini like her mother’s ass had consumed her shorts. He couldn’t help picturing it on some girl’s face, or his own. “Here goes,” he announced with fake confidence.

He squirted a line across her shoulder blades, then down her spine to her exposed ass crack. The tanning lotion was actually baby oil. When his hands were on her body, the oil conducted an erotic energy up his arms and straight down to his groin. He spread the oil across her shoulders, down her back and up the slope to her ass. It was a nice ass and he wanted to squeeze it to see if it felt as good as it looked.

“Mm, keep doing that…please,” she said.

The way she purred out the word please made him eager to work on the small of her back. His cock had formed a ridge up the front of his pants. He could have easily leaned forward and made it the meat in an ass-cheek sandwich. He imagined she was naked, her ass oiled up and he was sliding his erection between her cheeks. “I’m gonna have to start charging for this,” he said.

Jayda said, “I don’t have much, but you can have all of it. I hurt my back and that feels soo goood.”

She has a lot more than she thinks. He wished he didn’t know what she did behind the dirt pile. Really, he wished she wasn’t Gloria’s friend. It was bad enough that he fucked Jason’s sister. Their friendship would survive that if Becky turned out to be a typical girl and blabbed, but Gloria wouldn’t get over him fooling around with Jayda. “If you wanted a massage you should have just asked for one,” he said. He didn’t have to fake his annoyance. This planet he had been transported to was fucking with his mind.

“Um, no, I really do need that spread…the oil, it makes me tan faster, but my back does hurt,” she said.

All he heard was, “that spread,” because his eyes had gone to the strip of fabric that now dug in and formed a definitive line separating the two sides of her pussy lips. He added too much oil on her lower back and watched it run down her sides. Fuck it, it’s Groundhog Day, he thought, and grabbed her love handles. They were warm and squishy. His hands rotated around her waist, poking his finger tips under her stomach. His palms cupped the knobs of her hip bones and bumped her bikini lower.

“Mm, Gloria was right.”

The sound of his sister’s name made him stop. “What did she tell you?” Like a bolt of lightning the thought hit him. Gloria could have talked about what happened. Jayda might know he had a wet dream on his sister’s leg.

“Nothing. She only said you give good massages. I shouldn’t have said that,” Jayda said. “Please don’t tell her, and please don’t stop.”

“Jeez.” She probably didn’t know, but on the off chance that she did, or that she would tell Gloria he massaged her, he said, “We might be able to work something out.”

“Anything,” Jayda said.

He doubted it. “How about you tell me what you do behind the dirt pile?” He felt her body tighten under his hands.

Her head spun and she strained to look at him without exposing her chest. “What, ah, what do you mean?”

“I mean the dirt pile at the ballpark,” he said. “I saw you coming from over there and I know we used to go back there to do things we didn’t want anyone to know about.”

“Oh, um, I can’t tell…tell you that,” she said.

“That’s okay, I’ll get it out of Gloria.”

“No, there’s noway she’ll tell,” Jayda said. “It’s a girls only thing, she’ll never tell.”

His speech was temporarily suspended while his brain maxed its CPU trying to process Jayda’s words. There was the potential that Gloria not only knew what happened behind the dirt pile, but also—No, that’s not possible. He rejected the thought. Gloria was his little sister, and he wouldn’t let his mind go there. But if she did know, and she knew about Laffy-Taffy, then she could have known what happened on her leg. He decided to fold his hand and get out of the game while he was still had his shirt, even though he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“You didn’t get my legs,” Jayda whined.

The glare made it impossible to tell if Miss Tonya was on the other side of that sliding glass door. His pulse quickened. He didn’t have a shirt on and he was straddling Jayda with a huge boner about to pop out the top of his jeans, spreading oil on her flesh. He wouldn’t ever be able to explain the feeling, except that it was like the one he got when he faced Jason’s mother. He imagined fucking Jayda doggy style while Miss Tonya watched from behind the glass. It felt evil, and good at the same time. He wasn’t thinking about any of his other issues anymore.

Her short legs were appealing. “I don’t think your mother would like me, um, touching you…rubbing you when I’m supposed to be working,” he said. He was actually done because the delivery hadn’t come yet, so there wasn’t anything to plant.

“She doesn’t care,” Jayda said, “but she might want you to do her, too.”

Evan made zigzag lines of oil down her thighs while replaying her words, “…do her too.” He watched the lines break and drool down the reddened flesh towards her inner thighs. Her mother probably would let him do her too, but she wouldn’t want him doing Jayda at all, he imagined.

When the oil was about to drip from the swells of her pudgy thighs, he placed a hand on each leg. They were hotter than he’d expected and his heart rate increased more. He glanced at the house while his fingers swept up the inside of her legs. He looked down in time to see he was dangerously close to that blue strip of material. It had caved in further and threatened to give up its hold at the outer edges of her pussy lips. One nudge from a passing finger and he might be seeing more than Jayda had planned to let him see. She was obviously a tease, playing a game when she was safe with her mother inside. More obvious was his propensity for awkward situations that tested his morals.

He placed his hands just above the back of her knees. His thumbs pressed into the insides of her legs. His fingers grabbed the outsides, and he shoved up in the direction of her bulging ass-cheeks. The webbing between thumbs and index fingers squeegeed the oil up her thighs. It collected at the cusp of legs and ass, then started running down the grooves that divided legs and crotch. He watched it soak in, and darken the blue fabric. Jayda’s shallow breathing and the chirping birds were the only sounds. He filled his lungs and reversed the direction of his hands.

Jayda’s legs didn’t feel like Deana’s. Maybe they did, but they didn’t make him feel the same. The fear he had was different, and so was his desire. He had been terrified when his hands touched the edge of Deana’s butt. He was only nervous about touching Jayda’s ass. He had wanted to touch Deana. He wanted to go further under her shorts and feel the heat of her crotch on his fingers, but not because he was horny or because he wanted to teach her a lesson. He wanted her, wanted all of her and didn’t want anybody else to have her. Wasn’t there a small part of him that was glad his father didn’t let her date?

When he reached the place Jayda’s cheeks folded onto her thighs, he paused and waited for some reaction. He was horny and he did want to teach Jayda a lesson. Sex with Becky and watching Rhina only made him want sex more. It had been the perfect mind altering solution for his problem. He had completely forgotten how much trouble he was in every time he went home.

He rotated his hands. The exposed swells at the bottom of her butt tightened when his thumbs drove deep into the void between her parted legs. He was testing the edges of her leg openings, and testing her. He wanted to know if he could touch her pussy. Was there anything sane about desire, lust and youth?

He listened to the approving sounds of Jayda’s purring groans and nudged the rims of her bikini. The crease deepened and virgin, pale flesh emerged. It probably was the same texture as the skin that had been under his thumbs a second earlier, but it felt completely different to him. His brain sputtered and his cock throbbed. If he sucked in his stomach he was sure his dick head would push out the top of his jeans. What would Jayda think if she saw that?

“Mmmm,” Jayda moaned. “Ah, I bet Gloria loves your massages even more than she said.” She hunched and flexed her ass muscles. “Mmmmm.”

The hunch caused his thumbs to veer inward and the flex made more of her bikini disappear into the valley of her ass. He slicked up the new real estate he’d acquired, and said, “She doesn’t get massages like this.” He was a little annoyed she’d brought Gloria into this, again.

“She’d love it—Ahhh—Really love it.”

He grabbed both legs and the bottom of each cheek, and squeezed. Her ass was soft and chubby compared to Gloria’s firm bubble-butt. Why would he compare their butts? He didn’t want to think about Gloria’s ass as a firm bubble-butt.