Potential - S01 E254

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Potential - S01 E254

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 254

"I know you do. Now, relax, meditate and stay out of sight until after your race. And don't forget all the stuff we went over."

Evan said, "I won't," but his mind was on his cousin's response. He got the feeling Cindy knew he was thinking about Deana when he proclaimed his love.

"Good. Hey, I got something to take care of. You stay right here." Cindy started walking and said, "I love you, too... both of you."

Candy left Deana, Rebecca, and Gloria in the middle of the crowded section of the grandstands and headed toward the white, two-story, cinder block building. The goal had been to blend in, not draw attention so she wouldn't be recognized. Candy was wearing a long, loose shirt that hung from her tits and swished around her middle. Her black pants were also non-form-fitting. Deana had put Candy's hair in a ponytail and fed it through the hole in the back of the baseball cap that covered her head. Candy thought she looked silly, but Deana had slapped her on the ass and said, "Damn, you're cute, and sexy at the same time."

It had been a long time since Candy had been at the racetrack. She was nervous. If Evan's uncle saw her, JC wouldn't believe she had come to watch Cindy race without Evan. He'd ask questions she couldn't answer. It had happened once before.

If John was out on a Saturday night, the track was one of the places Candy and Cindy rendezvoused. JC rarely spoke to John, but Candy wondered if that time he saw her and Cindy coming out of the hauler hadn't led to John catching them.

It would have been safer if they hadn't come, but Candy wasn't going to miss Evan's race, even though he told her not to come. Candy was concerned about the hopeful tone she'd heard in Cindy's voice when she called for information about Evan's race, and the best way to avoid him and JC. The expression on Cindy's face would tell Candy if she got the wrong idea. It hadn't been her intention to mislead the girl.

The metal staircase that led up to the announcer's booth made Candy emotional. She had met Cindy there on two occasions. Candy remembered them both like they happened yesterday. That should have been reason enough to avoid them after she peed, but Candy found herself standing under them. Her back was against the wall as if she needed it to hold her up. She looked toward the fence that separated the pits from the stands. That was the direction Cindy had always come from. It was comforting thinking about the tall, strong, beautiful girl walking toward her on those nights.

Candy hadn't had much comfort since she left Sally's house. Her sister said things that seemed to require questioning, but Candy refused to respond to the implied prompts. At the time, Gloria was elated that she was finally meeting her aunt, and she was thrilled about skinny dipping, so Candy avoided anything emotional after Gloria saw them crying. That was what Candy told herself, anyway. The truth was, pretending felt safer than considering the implications of Sally's suggestive hints.

The only time there had been peace was while Evan was making love to her. That was why Candy had taken him back to her room after they showered. It was selfish of her to ask him to get in his father's bed. At first, she thought he would leave, but once he was fucking her, the boy's other persona showed up. It was as if he reveled in the act, pounding her with revenge in his thrusts.

She asked him to spend the night with her, and the boy showed her things he couldn't have learned from Deana or any of the other high school giris he'd been with. It was like he had been trained in the art of pleasuring a woman. He got her off with his tongue, then flipped her over. It embarrassed her at first, but once he was licking her asshole and fingering her pussy, she loved it.

After they rested for a while, Evan offered her a massage, but it became clear it was designed to induce lust. It worked, and Evan took her on another journey that ended with a near blackout climax. After that, Evan finally pushed that hard, young cock back inside her body. He was loving and gentle, sliding in and out of her. It was as if the boy knew what she wanted, and he purposely stuffed his bloated cock as deep as it would go and held it there. Images of Sally's terrified face flashed through her mind while Evan's sperm blasted her cervix.

Then, she had the best night sleep she'd had in years, and, of course, Evan woke up hony. Sex in the morning was a beautiful way to start the day, but by eleven that morning, the things Sally hinted at were eating Candy's lunch, again.

The door above Candy opened. She looked up through the corrugated steel staircase. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. A girl descended to the platform two steps at a time, took the turn swinging on her outstretched arm, and bounced down the second set of steps. Cindy's stride was that of the energetic sixteen-year- old Candy had fallen in love with. The three years that had passed since their first kiss had only made Cindy more beautiful.

Candy tried to explain why she was there, but Cindy grabbed her and squeezed her with those powerful arms. "I gotta pee," Cindy said. "Stan talked my ear off up there. Come with me."

Cindy was amped up as she always was on race night, and she didn't give Candy a choice. Candy followed like a disobedient kid being dragged by the arm. A row of sinks greeted them when they cleared the L-shaped barrier wall. Candy thought she'd wait there, but Cindy caught her by surprise and steered her into the largest stall. "Cindy!"

"Relax, Cindy said while releasing the metal button with the letters Lee worn shiny. "We're both grown ups." She shoved her pants and underwear down.

Candy stared at the dark skin and thick black tuft of pubic hair. Cindy squatted, hovering above the toilet. A torrent of piss splashed into the water below. I hadn't planned on this, Candy thought.

"I'm so glad you're here," Cindy said and wiped.

"Ah, yeah," Candy said.

Cindy pulled up her pants but didn't close them. Candy couldn't take her eyes off the blue bikini briefs in the V of the open zipper. "Cindy-

The row of stalls shook when Candy's back crashed into the partition. The girl's luscious red lips and tongue tasted like mint. Candy inhaled and the familiar smells flattened her resistance. Cindy's fingertips sank into her ass cheeks. Their groins smashed together.

Oh, fuck, Candy thought, this is why I avoid Cindy at all cost. "No, no, Cindy, please," Candy gasped. "I can't." She tried to move, but the girl was an immovable force.

"Why not?" Cindy challenged and grabbed Candy's crotch. "You feel It too. I know you do."

Candy did feel it. She had never stopped feeling it, wanting it, needing it, or loving this tenacious girl. Thank God, Candy thought when Cindy released her pussy. "Cindy, baby, you don't understand."

"Yes, I do," Cindy said and shoved her hand down the front of Candy's pants. "You want this as much as I do, and I hate that-

'Stop, oh, God, please, stop. Don't stop, was what Candy wanted to say, and Cindy knew it. The girl's long finger sliced into Candy's wetness. She held onto Cindy's shoulders, arched her body and put her foot up on the toilet paper dispenser. They stared into each other's eyes as Cindy's fingers pushed inside her. 'Ahhh, Cindy, I do hate it."

"I know you do, Cindy said and rotated her hand violently, smashing Candy's clit each time her fingers plunged inside her body.

For over a year, Candy avoided Cindy, lied to her and suffered through the forced separation, but once Cindy's lips had touched hers, the floodgates of their love and passion fell open. It wasn't Cindy's fault that she was married to John. Cindy didn't deserve to be punished because of her bad choices. Candy fell back in time and let the Cindy take away her pain. Neither she nor Cindy noticed, but certainly the women coming and going knew what was happening.

Three orgasms later, Cindy pressed her fingertips to Candy's lips and put her lips on top of them. They kissed, sucked, and shared the taste of Candy's cream. If she hadn't been there for Evan's race, Candy would have dragged Cindy out to the SUV and made love to her until Cindy had to race. "Ah, dammit, Cindy Candy paused. "I swear, you, ah, I love you."

"I know," Cindy said, "and I love you, so why don't you leave him?"

"It's not that easy. John's my husband, I can't just-

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Cindy asked. "If it does, forget it. I don't care if he pays for-"

"No, Cindy, it's not like that." It was like that, but it was worse than that, too.

"Then what?" Cindy demanded. "You hate him." Candy felt the rosy post orgasm color drain from her face. "You hate him as much as I do. You know the truth and you-

"Stop, stop, not now. It's complicated, and this isn't the time or place to talk about it. Tonight is about Evan, about being here for him. Candy didn't ever warnt to face the truth if it was what she was starting to believe it was.

"Okay, but this isri't over." Cindy held Candy's face. "When is he coming back?"

"Not for at least a week."

"We're going to finish this."