Potential - S01 E177

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Potential - S01 E177

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 177

"Maybe I already did, but answer my question already."

"Yup, it does, kissing Rebecca makes me feel good. Why, you wanna kiss her too? She's totally into you. Said you got a better ass than me." Deana took her turn wearing the victory face. Her little sister would learn to mind her business one way or another.

Gloria flipped on top of her. "Really? Will you be jealous if I do?"

Deana stared at Gloria's face, searching for a hint of sarcasm. All she found was those blue eyes and a face that looked just like she remembered their babysitter's face, before-

"Are you, um, are you in love with Rebecca?" Gloria asked.

Deana sighed and put her hands on Gloria's butt. "Do you go up to Evan's room like this...without underwear?" She honked the shapely ass playfully, but it still stirred something in the pleasure zone where her orgasms started.

"Please don't treat me like a kid, Dee, please. I'm not. You know that, don't you?"

Deana wished she didn't know, but she nodded. "Im sorry, I'll try and remember." Her face flushed as the words came to her lips, "Yes, I love her. We love each other." Had she just told her sister that she was a lesbian?

"Aren't you scared?" Gloria asked.

Deana nodded again and brushed Gloria's hair off her face. "You think I'm bad?"

Gloria shook her head with tears building at the rims of her eyes. "I done it, I done it, too, but I'm not in love. I did it because it felt good. Does that make it, make me bad?"

Deana wrapped her arms around her sister. She could feel Gloria's heart thumping through their crushed breasts. "Gloria, there isn't anything bad about you. I love you."

"Thank you. I love you more, a thousand times more than anybody."

"Don't tell your mother that."

"I love her too, but it's different, a different kinda love. You know?"

"I know, I know," she said. It was that mutual suffering that made their bond of love so strong. They both knew the other's secret, but neither would say it out loud.

Darlene had been in the house the whole time Evan worked, then, like she had been watching him, she came out ready to leave as soon as he was done. She gave him the impression she'd rather walk. The first ten minutes of the drive was spent in a painful silence. He glanced her way often. Darlene's presence was tangible, and it drew him in, even if he didn't want to be drawn. All but three inches of her pale thighs stuck out of her denim, mini- skirt. Her knees were raised, swaying side-to-side, taunting him, but it was her profile that kept his attention. The redhead who had been called carrot top, and worse, had a pretty face.

The rural two-lane road they were on didn't have any subdivisions, just plenty of large plots of land, farms, broken down shacks, rusty trailers, and an occasional fruit stand. Evan had no idea where they were going, so he broke the silence, "When do turn?"

"Look for Sunny Haven, on the left," Darlene said, "There's a big sign. You can't miss it."

"Okay" He wanted to kiss those lips again. "What did you mean, it's not my fault?"

"Nothing," Darlene said.

He took his eyes off the road and gave her a hard, searching look.

"We don't have time for that now," she said and continued to stare straight ahead.

"We have a few minutes," he said, "and there's always tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Darlene pushed her feet against the floorboard, lifted her butt and tugged on her skirt. "Tomorrow, there's no tomorrow. Well be strangers again tomorrow."

"What? I'm not like that, not that kind of person.

"No, but you're not from the same world as me. You hang out with your people, and hang with mine."

"Wait a minute." He reached for her. "You don't give me much "I love her too, but it's different, a different kinda love. You know?"

"I know, I know," she said. It was that mutual suffering that made their bond of love so strong. They both knew the other's secret, but neither would say it out loud.

Darlene had been in the house the whole time Evan worked, then, like she had been watching him, she came out ready to leave as soon as he was done. She gave him the impression she'd rather walk. The first ten minutes of the drive was spent in a painful silence. He glanced her way often. Darlene's presence was tangible, and it drew him in, even if he didn't want to be drawn. All but three inches of her pale thighs stuck out of her denim, mini- skirt. Her knees were raised, swaying side-to-side, taunting him, but it was her profile that kept his attention. The redhead who had been called carrot top, and worse, had a pretty face.

The rural two-lane road they were on didn't have any subdivisions, just plenty of large plots of land, farms, broken down shacks, rusty trailers, and an occasional fruit stand. Evan had no idea where they were going, so he broke the silence, "When do turn?"

"Look for Sunny Haven, on the left," Darlene said, "There's a big sign. You can't miss it."

"Okay" He wanted to kiss those lips again. "What did you mean, it's not my fault?"

"Nothing," Darlene said.

He took his eyes off the road and gave her a hard, searching look.

"We don't have time for that now," she said and continued to stare straight ahead.

"We have a few minutes," he said, "and there's always tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Darlene pushed her feet against the floorboard, lifted her butt and tugged on her skirt. "Tomorrow, there's no tomorrow. Well be strangers again tomorrow."

"What? I'm not like that, not that kind of person.

"No, but you're not from the same world as me. You hang out with your people, and hang with mine."

"Wait a minute." He reached for her. "You don't give me much credit. I'm not a dick or a stuck up cheerleader. That's not the best example, but you know what I mean."

"That would be crazy, though, and sexy. One of my fantasies."

"Nice change of subject," Evan said, his anger building. "My sister tries that, too."

Darlene said, "Deana, how is she, and that little wildcat friend of hers?"

"Wildcat, you mean Rebecca?"

"Yeah."

Evan had no intention of dropping the subject, but he was intrigued by what he thought was more Darlene's description of Rebecca than a nickname. "Why do you call her that?"

Darlene's expression suggested she was surprised he didn't know. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, eventually."

"Oh," he said. "Listen, about that other thing."

"I didn't mean a guy in a cheerleader's clothes. Some of the stiffness seemed to go out of Darlene. She turned her body towards him. "I meant a girl with a dick. You ever seen a shemale?"

Evan considered how serious she sounded. "I have the Internet."

"I had this dream," she said. "It was so real that it was more like a vision. Since then, the idea of a sexy woman with a cock turns me on. I fantasize about it. Big breasts and a sexy round ass, plus a dick. What would you do if we were dating and you thought we were going to do it, but you found out I had a big cock?"

"You been with many women?" he asked.

"Nice try," she said. "Answer my question."

He didn't look at her when he answered. "If you were actually you, and I was going with you, I'd probably faint."

"That's a cop out. Here's what I think you'd do. You would turn me around and fuck me in the ass while you jerked me off."

Evan realized the fuckin' redhead was one of the girls from the internet that he fantasized about. In his fantasies, though, he never felt like he was in over his head. Darlene was all he'd heard, Imagined and more. He blew out a hard breath, hoping she'd talk about anything else.