“Voilà,” Rebecca said and started wiping her groin and crotch with a warm cloth.
She purred, “Mmmm, easy.”
The tumbler rested her chin on Deana’s mound and flapped her eyelids. “It’s perfect. It always was, but now it’s perfectly bald. It looks like you’re ten again and never had any pubes. You gonna tell him I was the one who shaved it?”
“I think I had peach fuzz already at ten, and I don’t think that will come up. Sorry.”
“Next time I see you, you won’t be a virgin anymore.”
“You sound sad.”
“No, I’m happy, disappointed I won’t be there, but excited for you.”
“I’m not gone yet, and technically, you were my first.”
“Yeah, you were my first, too,” Rebecca said. “Best, too.”
Rebecca pulled Deana to her feet and hugged her so hard her ribs made crunching sounds. “Reb, you good?”
“No, yeah, but no. You’re rubbing off on me; I’m already wishing you weren’t going home.”
Whatever happens inside a person when something feels so wonderful there aren’t words to express it, happened inside Deana, and it made her shiver. “Good,” she said. “I’m not leaving yet, so you think you could finish getting me off?”
“I would love to, but anywhere except in here.”
“Is there a room in your house that we haven’t fooled around in yet?”
“Only one, but I think we’d wake my parents up if we do it in there.”
“Would you do it in your parent’s room?”
“What do you think?”
“I think I can’t wait until they’re not home, again.”
Rebecca opened the bathroom door and dragged her out. She said, “We’re naked!”
Rebecca stopped in the middle of the hallway. “I know that.” She started kissing Deana.
It terrified Deana, but she made no effort to stop her girlfriend from grinding her thigh on her pussy. Her skin was hypersensitive, and Rebecca’s muscle bulged in just the right place, opening her bald pussy lips. “You’re a terrible influence on me.”
“Look who’s talking,” Rebecca said.
The two girls laughed and went into Rebecca’s room.
Once the endorphins stopped surging through Evan’s bloodstream, and his cock stopped throbbing, he sat at his desk to think or look at porn, so he didn’t have to think. A mental image of his mother’s face kept him from turning on his computer. The expression hadn’t been the one he’d seen outside the bathroom door; it was the look Gloria had on her face when his cock only needed one thrust to enter her. His sister could have easily done it herself at that moment, but she hadn’t. She wanted him to do it.
Evan finally got it. It should have been obvious if he considered how his friend’s parents interacted, compared to his. The woman he had been calling, Mom, didn’t have to revert to the babysitter; she had never become anything else. Gloria wasn’t becoming Candy, either. Candy and Gloria were the same. They had both come to his room looking for a man, and he had acted like a boy who needed his mommy to tell him what to do.
At the ballpark, Jayda and Gloria pulled their bat bags out of the trunk and walked around to the driver’s side of the car. Jayda said, “See ya later, Mom.”
Gloria closed the back door with her butt and said, “Thanks, Miss Tonya.”
The two girls shouldered their bags and started walking to Field A. Gloria said, “We’re early.”
“Good,” Jayda said and pulled Gloria, turning her toward the concession stand.
“It’s not open yet,” Gloria said.
“I know.”
They went around the back of the white cinder-block building and into the girl’s room. Jayda’s bag hit the concrete floor with a thud, and she looked in the three stalls. “Tell me what happened.”
Gloria let the shoulder straps slide down her arm. “What makes you think something happened?”
“That look on your face. You haven’t stopped smiling since we picked you up.”
Gloria looked in the mirror. “I don’t see anything.”
“Tell me!”
“You know I can’t do that,” Gloria said with a grin.
“We don’t keep secrets in the girl’s club, and you know it’ll stay between us,” Jayda said. “Did you do it?”
“Jayda, you know I’d never do that.”
“Oh, my, God.” Jayda grabbed Gloria. “Was it good? Did it hurt? How was it?”
“Unbelievable!” Gloria said. “It was unbelievable. I’ve never felt so good.”
“I told you. It’s great, and it only hurts at first. Tell me more.”
“You can never tell anybody; nobody can ever know.”
Jayda shook her head. “Girl, you know all my secrets, and everything about my mother, too.”
“I know.”
“Your head is in the clouds. You’ll be like that for a few days. I swear, I wish I had a brother like Evan,” Jayda said.
“No, you don’t. It complicates things. You have no idea how complicated my life is now.”
“If I had a brother like Evan, mm, I’d take my chances. Just don’t get caught and everything will be fine.”
Gloria sighed, and her grin faded for the first time since she left Evan’s room. “I wish it was that simple. Come on, let’s go, it smells in here. We can talk later.”
“You still staying over?”
“Of course,” Gloria said. “Alex?”
“Yup, she’ll be there.”
Gloria’s grin returned. “Did you find it?”
“Yup, I got it.”
Gloria licked her lips. “Can’t wait.”
“Come on,” Jayda said. “If we keep talking I’m gonna drag you behind the dirt pile instead of going to practice.”
When Candy reached her room, she was envious of her daughter, and that was embarrassing. Gloria was the same age she had been when her youth ended. The girl was smart, fun, beautiful and sexy as hell, and Gloria had a life filled with potential in front of her. Gloria would get to go to college where she’d meet interesting people from various places. The only people Candy ever got to meet were her husband’s friends and uppity softball moms. Of course, that didn’t include Tonya.
Candy touched her stomach where Evan’s dick had been. Last night, he could have taken her to bed if he tried, but by morning she had come to her right mind. That’s why she went to his room, to talk to him and make sure he understood. Then her daughter bounced across the room, her cheeks glowing. Gloria loved Evan and probably had dreams of a future together. Hadn’t Candy once had dreams?
It was the camera’s fault. She wouldn’t be in this situation if she didn’t get it. Her clear understanding of the way things had to be got murky when she watched Evan stroke his cock. The past intertwined with the present and she allowed herself to imagine things had taken a different path.
Sandra, Candy’s mentor, had been wise, giving and strong. She never took any shit from John, even when he got tough with her. The woman had tried so hard to help Candy, teaching her, preparing her for motherhood, but Candy wasn’t a good student. “You precocious little devil,” Sandra would say with that broad, loving smile.
One day Sandra teased, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say Evan was that baby’s father.” Then she tenderly circled Candy’s huge belly with both hands, kissed her forehead and added, “He’ll never stop loving you.” The woman had spoken prophetically.
Candy had faked that silly giggle and said, “Good.” It was a ridiculous and embarrassing fairy tale that Candy would never speak of again, not even in jest, but she had spoken the truth from her heart. She never discouraged that boy’s crush. She fostered it and looked starry-eyed into the future. It won’t be that long before he’s old enough, she’d think. How could Candy have foreseen with such profound accuracy the man that Evan would become? Too bad her crystal ball hadn’t foretold of what would happen next.
What a wicked, double-edged sword it had been. “Two dead, one uninjured in a late night crash,” the headline read. Three people in one car, the two Candy had needed the most, her father and Sandra died; the one she was growing to hate walked away.
Candy crossed her arms under her breast and hugged herself. She had broken Evan’s heart with one word, “Okay.” She had agreed to marriage in the same fucked up way John had presented the offer.
Evan had suffered through the repeated, stabbing blows of separation, but never stopped loving her. She’d watched it and suffered with him in the same hopeless, powerless position. He had no choice, and hers were like the one she’d have if she were hanging from a cliff by one hand and John was the only person who reached out. Now, her choices were the same. She could love Evan the way he wanted her to love him, then break his heart when John came home, or she could break it now and never experience his complete love.
They had been a few seconds away from making love when Candy pulled away from him. The only reason she changed her mind and left Evan’s room was that she saw the look on his face. He had been confused, floundering between what he wanted and what he thought he needed. She was supposed to be the mother who made sacrifices and made everything right. That’s what grown-ups did, wasn’t it?
Despite what Darlene said, she rarely had dreams that she remembered, but that morning when she woke up, she remembered dreaming about Evan, a lot. That aggravated her because sleep was supposed to be the erase button for the previous day’s concerns. Each day was a new beginning and started without any of yesterday’s pain. That was the way Darlene had learned to survive her life. Now what?
If Darlene had had one of those long balloons, she would have crammed it in her cunt and used a pump to inflate it until it exploded. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a pump nor a balloon, so she was going to have to find something else to make her feel right. Darlene had a crazy idea that would satisfy her and fuck with Evan, but it wouldn’t be easy to make it happen. She’d need help and a little luck.
Jason was rubbing his morning erection when he heard his doorknob click. His mother would knock first, so it had to be his sister. He laid the sheet over his stomach and his boner, then pretended to be asleep. What was Becky up to?
The bed moved under the added weight of his sister, but Jason remained still. Becky straddled his thighs. He felt her fingers trace the outline of his cock. She wrapped her hand around the base and squeezed. A swell moved up his dick and forced the top of his knob to emerge from its sheath. He peeked and watched Becky move the sheet and lift his cock. She got her crotch over it and swung her body, rubbing her pudgy pussy lips across his dick head. It shined with her juices. More blood rushed into his shaft. Becky’s candy-corn nipples bulged from the small hills of tits.
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