Potential Part 12

About the author, Bistander:
I started writing because my regular life fell apart. I was already paralyzed, but the wheels came off the train because of a woman and I had to start over. Unfortunately, I grew up with a severe learning disability that went untreated, so not only do I have a lot to learn, there’s a limit to how much I can do. I hope you won’t hold any of that against me, nor will you excuse poor writing because of it. I welcome and am motivated by your feed back.

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Potential

by Bistander




Chapter 12

What is Plan B?




After his encounter with Gloria’s drawings, Evan let the hot water pulse on his face for several minutes, but it didn’t wash away the images the drawings had put in his mind. He stepped back and watched the water hit his chest, cascade over his stomach, past his erection and onto his long legs. Why didn’t he want to accept the truth?

Gloria wasn’t a little girl anymore, but that’s what she had always been to him. Ever since he was young, she was his baby sister. Somehow he had gotten older and grown-up, but in his mind, Gloria was frozen in time. When he thought of her, he saw the girl who sat on his lap, got piggyback rides and fell asleep watching TV, so he could carry her to bed. He’d ignored her maturity, increasing independence, her body—she was a miniature version of Candy—and kept on treating her like his kid sister. Didn’t her dreams make that easy for him? She needed him to protect her from the bad man in her dreams. Wake up, he told himself. If her best friend, Jayda, hadn’t opened his eyes, then those drawings should.

When he finished showering, Evan collected his clothes and opened the hamper. Deana’s gray sweatpants were still visible and a reminder he didn’t need. Forgetting what happened with her would take a lifetime.

On top of the pile, there was a plain white pair of underpants. He picked them up, put his clothes in and felt the soft material with both hands. He slid them through his fingers, over the backs of his hands and rubbed them in his palms. Not only could he visualize the butt they had covered, he could feel it. He had touched it, palmed the round bubbles and squeezed. It had felt good, regardless of what he’d told himself.

In the mirror he saw his cock growing. He had fucked and fucked and fucked Miss Tonya a few hours ago. Why did he need to do this?

Evan didn’t smell the panties, he slid them across his groin, ran them under his balls and up his hard shaft, then he pressed them to his face. His eyes closed as he inhaled. His chest tightened. The day’s conquest would go down in history as some of the best sex of his life—he had fucked his mother’s friend. Why was he smelling Gloria’s pussy?

Rebecca and Deana were sitting at the tall island counter in Rebecca’s kitchen. Mrs. Stevens was on the other side talking to them. Deana smiled at her and pushed Rebecca’s hand off her thigh. It was the second time her friend had tried to touch her during the conversation. She had never been the type who liked taking chances or doing risky things or even disobeying her father, so why was Rebecca’s third attempt going uncontested?

The counter provided visual protection, but Deana wasn’t sure her face could hide what was happening from Rebecca’s mother. If it had been up to her, they would have gone straight to Rebecca’s room, but being bad was growing on her. The wait had been killing her, now Rebecca’s fingers were pulsing on her inner thigh, and her pussy was getting wet. She thought about something she had seen on TV. Two beautiful women were having an intense conversation, while a third woman watched. They paused and stared at each other. Deana had no idea what was going to happen, but she felt something she didn’t understand. It was totally unexpected when they started kissing. She had never seen women kissing on TV or anywhere else. She had glanced at her mother, her face burning, and thought it was embarrassment she felt. She didn’t think that anymore.

Deana stared at Mrs. Stevens and imagined kissing Rebecca in front of her. Would their relationship ever go there? Would Rebecca’s mother be horrified or would she be like Cindy? Having Rebecca’s fingers inside the leg opening of her shorts while looking right into Mrs. Stevens’ eyes, made her feel like they could do it, start making out right there. That’s nuts! Rebecca’s finger skirted the edge of her pussy lip. She bit her bottom lip.

“You ready, Honey?” Mr. Stevens asked as he walked into the kitchen.

Deana jerked and flushed. Rebecca reluctantly moved her hand away. Of course, Rebecca had a lot more experience being risky.

“For once I’m ready and waiting for you,” Mrs. Stevens said. “You two be good. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Rebecca smirked. “Definitely not, you know me, I’m a good girl and I’ll keep this one in line.”

“Hey,” Deana said and swatted Rebecca. “Ma’am, you know I’m the good one and you have nothing to worry about.”

“Just don’t burn the house down,” Mr. Stevens said. “Call if you need anything.”

When the door closed behind Rebecca’s parents, Deana said, “What the hell were you doing?”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Rebecca said. “I have a better question, though, what were you thinking? You were in deep thought for a few minutes. Didn’t even notice my hand.”

“Oh, I noticed, and unless you want to see me get off in front of your mother, you better not pull something like that again,” she said, but she knew Rebecca would and she’d enjoy it.

“Is that what you were thinking about?”

Deana said, “No, I was thinking about this,” and yanked Rebecca by the arm.

Rebecca crashed into her, she wrapped her arms around her and they started kissing. Immediately her hands went inside the back of Rebecca’s shorts and grabbed hold of that hard little ass, then she thrust her thigh between Rebecca’s legs and ground the gymnast’s pussy on it.

Rebecca gasped. “Wow, you don’t waste a second. They haven’t pulled out of the garage yet and you’re ready to rape me.”

“Rape implies force. You know I won’t be forcing you to do anything.”

“True, but still, I’ve never seen you like this. What happened to you?” Rebecca asked.

Deana took a deep breath. It would be so freeing to say, Evan got me off and we were in the shower together. His dick is so big and it almost went inside me. I want him to make love to me, take my virginity, so—”

“Tell me!” Rebecca said.

“It’s nothing. I mean it’s everything, not one special thing. The wait, Cindy telling me she had been with another girl, the ride in her car and you touching me in front of your mother, it all got to me.”

“Oh, and I thought it was because you love me and missed me so much, and find me irresistibly sexy.”

Everything Rebecca said was true and much more. Her insides trembled and her eyes stung with threatening tears. She held Rebecca by her neck and stroked her earlobes with her thumbs while moving her lips toward Rebecca’s. They stared at each other, their lips barely touching.

The next kiss was like the one she saw on TV; it brought up the feelings she’d had back then when she never imagined she would kiss another girl. Their hands weren’t demanding or rushed. They touched every inch of flesh that could be reached without separating their lips.

Deana lifted the bottom of Rebecca’s shirt. The kiss finally stopped so the shirt could pass between them. Rebecca’s tits were firm and perfectly shaped, no bra required. She admired them until she had to lift her arms so Rebecca could remove her shirt. Nobody had ever undressed her, but she didn’t imagine a boy could unhook a bra with such ease. Rebecca’s hands carried the shoulder straps down her arms. Her cheeks warmed while her nipples erected. Rebecca smiled.

The silent stare continued. Rebecca’s hands were on her waist. For a split second, she was embarrassed that she hadn’t worn panties. Rebecca’s hands followed the shorts all the way to her feet. Her skin buzzed in a line down both legs where Rebecca had touched them. She stepped out of the shorts. Rebecca only paused at her crotch long enough for Deana to feel a warm breath on her bald pussy, then she removed Rebecca’s shorts in the same gentle fashion.

Two naked girls standing in the kitchen, speechless. Deana desperately wanted to speak, but the truth terrified her. It would make her vulnerable and maybe ruin the moment. Her feelings intensified. She was going to explode.

Both girls finally spoke at the same time, “I love you.”

When they reached Becky’s room, Darlene closed the door and asked, “How was it?”

“It hurt more than last night,” Becky said. “I guess I was sore…more than I thought.”

“You stuffed a pound of dick and you, what did you expect?”

“I didn’t think about it,” Becky said. “I was so excited about you watching me that I just did it.”

“You sure did.” Darlene rubbed her own crotch. “Damn, I didn’t think it was going to fit in your skinny body.”

“I told you I did it!”

“I know, I know, but you also told me you weren’t going to let him cum in you.”

“That’s your fault,” Becky said.

“How is it my fault?”

“You started licking my clit and I lost my mind. It was crazy having him in me, filling me, and your tongue doing what nobody does as good as you. I knew it was coming, but I couldn’t stop.”

“I couldn’t resist that giant clit.” Darlene flicked her tongue at Becky. “The sponge will work, but if you really need double protection, get some rubbers.

“I hate rubbers. Feeling that hot squirt inside me is so much better. I need the pill.”

“I know,” Darlene said.

“Was it good for you, just watching or did you want to—”

“Hell yeah,” Darlene said. “I wanted to try that cock too, but watching you was better. I blew up on your brother’s face when you sat down on that thing. I’ve never been so excited in my life. Letting your brother fuck you is so taboo. What could be better?

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wish we could have recorded it.”

“It was too risky. There wasn’t anywhere to hide the camera and be sure he wouldn’t see it.”

“I know, I just wanted to see the look on your face. Too bad I couldn’t get on him facing you.”

Darlene put her hands on Becky’s hips. “It was great, thank you.”

Becky smiled. “Good, I’m glad, I’m glad you liked it.”

“I did and now I can cross that off my bucket list.”

Becky considered telling Darlene about the threesome on her bucket list. “Yeah, me too.”

“Maybe we should put some clothes on so Jason can drive me home.”

“Be more exciting to go naked,” Becky said. “I love looking at you. You’re amazing.”

“Hmm,” Darlene grinned, “naked could get us arrested, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun and give Jason something to think about. Wear your skirt…the one I got you. No panties, of course”

“Ooh, I like the way you think. He’ll be so excited he won’t even be worried about our mother anymore.”

“Your mother catching you, whoa, I don’t need thoughts like that floating around in my mind,” Darlene said.

Becky said, “Me neither,” even though having her mother see her with Jason’s cock in her was one of her biggest fantasies.

Deana decided it wasn’t time to analyze or discuss, so she turned and started towards Rebecca’s room. Her friend followed. When she reached Rebecca’s bed, she was nervous. Rebecca’s hands came around her sides and circled her stomach, then their bodies were pressed together. There wasn’t anything as soft or sensual as a girl’s bare flesh. Deana’s nerves settled.

Lips were more sensual. Rebecca lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. She dropped her chin to her chest and Rebecca kissed her ear. She tried to turn around, but Rebecca stopped her. “Not yet.”

The kissing lips moved to her shoulders, then down the center of her back. Deana watched Rebecca’s hands move to her groin, then to her hips. Lips touched the crest of each butt cheek. Fingernails dragged down her legs and made her tremble, then a warm breath taunted the gap between her ass cheeks. Rebecca slid her hands up the inside of Deana’s legs, stopping short of what Deana was ready to beg for. A stream of air blew across her wet pussy lips. She pushed back, but her friend made her wait.

“Turn around now,” Rebecca said.

She did and found Rebecca sitting at her feet. Her hands slid up her thighs. They stopped on her ass. She held her breath while Rebecca’s lips worked their way across from hip to hip, then Rebecca squeezed her ass and pulled her forward. She moved her feet apart in anticipation, but Rebecca only tortured her pulsing pussy lips with a stream of air. “Ah, please, please.” Her friend’s face told her begging wouldn’t work. She was going to have to wait until Rebecca was ready.

Rebecca moved on to her bellybutton, then continued up to her tits. “I love these puffy pink nipples.”

Deana ran her fingers through Rebecca’s hair, tempted to push her in the right direction, but her own mouth couldn’t have done a better job. Rebecca knew exactly how hard to suck and how long to flick and circle the tips. She was tender, yet forceful, and knew exactly when to switch. Rebecca was pushing her closer to what she expected to be the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Rebecca left her breasts and faced her. It was the same expression she’d seen in the kitchen. Neither of them needed to say it, this time, they knew. Rebecca held her by the throat and pulled their lips together. They had already had sex, given each other orgasms, but this was different. Sex had become love making, and Deana knew it wasn’t going to be the most powerful orgasm, it would be the most meaningful orgasm she had ever had. How could there be anything wrong with loving somebody so much that you wanted to make them feel good, even if it was another girl?

The kissing stopped and they opened their eyes. Rebecca eased her onto the bed, and said, “Lay back,” then she stood there, staring. “Dammit, you’re gorgeous…beautiful.”

Deana looked at the little gymnast. Her muscular stomach tightened all the way to her groin. The raised wedge with its arrow of pubic hair flowed seductively down to that amazing pussy. Rebecca’s slit barely crossed her pubic bone. Her sexy lips were hidden between those strong thighs. Deana imagined them wrapped around her. Their power would make her feel safe and loved. She started to sit up, but Rebecca said, “Not yet,” again, and pushed her down. “You first. I’ve been dreaming about doing this.” She got on her knees beside the bed.

Deana had been dreaming too, but in her dreams, Rebecca kept turning into Evan and sometimes they were both making love to her. At Rebecca’s touch, she opened her legs and closed her eyes. The anticipation had reached its peak. She had never needed to be touched so bad. “Please, Reb, please do it.”

There wasn’t a warm breath of warning, just a hot tongue plunging between her pussy lips. Her eyes popped open and her legs flew up. She grabbed them. Her body curved like the bottom of a rocking chair. Rebecca’s top lips stretched, grabbing at her pubic mound while her tongue darted in and out, opening her deeper and deeper each time. She pictured Evan’s hard dick. If Rebecca’s tongue felt like that, what the hell would his cock do to her?

She could scream as loud as she wanted, but when Rebecca licked her clit, she only squeaked and gasped. Her swollen bud was between Rebecca’s lips and the tip of her tongue was flicking it while two fingers rammed into her cunt. “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck me!”

“Ooh, potty mouth.”

Deana rocked her body to help Rebecca’s fingers hit the spot that made her crazy. Her clit was grinding on Rebecca’s tongue. “Ahhh…”

“Scream as loud as you want,” Rebecca said, then blew on her throbbing clit.

She slammed her feet on the mattress and shoved her ass up, trying to get away, but Rebecca’s mouth followed. The fingers kept on fucking her and that tongue continued to pulverize her clit. Her climax was strong, but another orgasm was already threatening. Nothing like that had ever happened to her. It was almost what she’d call a spiritual experience. She couldn’t even breathe. Her ass fell to the bed and her feet dropped off the side.

“You alive?” Deana heard her friend’s question, but it seemed to come from far away and she couldn’t answer. Her eyes closed.

Evan came out of the bathroom disturbed. He hadn’t jerked off and cum in Gloria’s underpants, but that was more about being physically depleted than doing the right thing. Gloria’s drawings weren’t that exciting as far as pornography went, but they affected him. Did he like the idea that she knew and thought about cocks and naked women that reminded him of Candy?

“Still tempting fate?”

His mother’s words made him shudder like a scared girl. “Jeez… Mom, don’t do that. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Do what, catch you wearing a towel?”

“No, come around the corner right when I’m coming out of the bathroom and start talking to me.”

“Sorry,” she said, then reached up and messed his wet hair. “It’s not like I know when you’re going to come out of the bathroom.”

Seemed like it to him. “I only have to go ten feet and I’ll be in my room. It’s not like I walk around the house in a towel, like Deana.”

His mother ran her hand down from his shoulder to his hand and held it. It seemed too close to his groin while he was wearing a towel. “That’s fine,” she said, “but one day you might find yourself in an embarrassing situation.”

Like right now, he thought, but didn’t say anything.

“Did you make Tonya happy?”

He diverted his eyes away from his mother’s face, hoping to hide his reaction, then he tried to swallow, but his throat jammed.

“What, she wasn’t satisfied?