Chapter 9: A Force to be Reckoned With

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

If he could have started yesterday, it was more likely he’d finish before Wednesday, and that was one day closer to Saturday, the day Miss Tonya tried to seduce him. With the confidence gained at Jason’s house, Evan 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 next year at school the best ever. Hopefully, Miss Tonya would still be in the mood.

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 stomach, 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, Evan thought. No matter how many detours he gave his brain, it kept finding its way back to the things Evan didn’t want to think about. If he hadn’t seen Deana’s teammate getting her brains fucked out at the creek, maybe he could forget the wet pussy on his dick thing?

The rest of Sunday, Evan had done everything possible to avoid Deana. When he did see her, she acted like her normal self, not like a girl who had intentionally sat on his erection. Candy seemed normal, too, after he touched her tits, pressed his erection on her back, and shot a load in her red panties. Evan supposed Becky would also act as if nothing happened. Jeez, it’s Groundhog Day, nobody knows what happened. The only thing normal in Evan’s life was his father. He had given Evan 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, grabbed a bags of topsoil to mix into the native earth, 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 upheavel.

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.”

The voice was Jayda’s, and it disappointed Evan because he still hoped her mother would give him another chance. Turning, he said, “Hi, Jay—”He stared for a second, then found the rest of her name—”da.”

Evan’s loss of focus wasn’t because he hardly ever saw Jayda in anything other than a softball uniform, and she was wearing a bathing suit now. It was because the bathing suit would have been considered skimpy when it fit, and that was two sizes ago. Obviously, softball uniforms weren’t formfitting, or he would have spent more time looking at his sister’s best friend. The blue triangle over Jayda’s groin made Evan think, the girl has a big bush or a huge mound of pussy.

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.”

Evan didn’t like having one of Gloria’s friends tell him what to do but headed for the hose anyway. He wanted to touch Jayda. She watched him with a knowing smirk, but Evan knew about the retarded nozzle and didn’t plan on making an ass of himself again.

After washing his hands, Evan turned back to see Jayda lying face down with her chin on her stacked hands, smiling at him. They stared at each other, both hiding knowing smirks while he walked back to her.

Evan stood at the foot of the lounge chair, facing the house. “Where should I start?” he asked, feigning annoyance.

“Don’t matter, as long as you get everywhere,” Jayda said, reaching to slowly pull the string at the center of her back. It unraveled, and the ends fell to her sides. Breasts immediately squeezed out from under Jayda’s body. “I hate tan lines.”

Play it cool, Evan told himself as he shuffle-walked with a foot on each side of the chair. He lowered his butt to Jayda’s thighs and said, “Make room.”

She spread them enough for his ass to settle between her legs. Great, Evan thought, same position I was in with Deana, except Jayda isn’t my sister. Directly in front of his groin, the blue fabric stretched like plastic wrap over Jayda’s pussy. If she had opened her legs a speck too far, Evan thought, that thing would swallow her bikini like Miss Tonya’s ass had consumed her shorts. “Here goes,” he announced with fake confidence, trying not to picture Jayda sitting on some girl’s face or his own.

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

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

The way Jayda purred, please, made Evan eager to work on the small of her back. His cock had formed a ridge up the front of his pants. It would be easy to lean forward and make it the meat in an ass-cheek sandwich. He imagined Jayda naked, her ass oiled, and his erection sliding between her cheeks. “I’m gonna have to start charging for this,” Evan said.

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

Evan thought you got a lot more than you think, and he wished he didn’t know what Jayda did with it behind the dirt pile. Really, he wished she wasn’t Gloria’s friend. It was bad enough fucking Jason’s sister. Their friendship would survive 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,” Evan said. His annoyance was genuine. This planet he had been transported to was fucking with his mind.

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

All Evan heard was “spread,” and his eyes went to the strip of fabric between her legs. It had dug in, forming a definitive line that separated Jayda’s pussy lips. He squirted too much oil and watched it run down her sides. Fuck it, it’s Groundhog Day, he thought and grabbed Jayda’s love handles. They were warm and squishy. His hands rotated around her waist, poking his fingertips 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 Evan stop. “What did she tell you?” The thought hit him like a bolt of lightning. 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.”

“Don’t stop?” Evan thought she probably didn’t know, but she might tell Gloria about the massage. “Okay, we might be able to work something out,” he said.

“Anything,” Jayda said.

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

Jayda’s head spun as 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 no way she’ll tell,” Jayda said. “It’s a girls-only thing. She’ll never tell.”

His speech was temporarily suspended while Evan’s 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 impossible. 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 Gloria had to know what happened on her leg. Evan decided to fold his hand and get out of the game while he still had his shirt, even though he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“You didn’t get my legs,” Jayda whined when Evan got up.

The glare made it impossible to tell if Miss Tonya was on the other side of that sliding glass door. Evan’s pulse quickened. He didn’t have a shirt on while straddling Jayda and spreading oil on her flesh with a massive boner about to pop out the top of his jeans. The feeling that hit Evan wasn’t one that could be explained other than saying it was like the one he got facing Jason’s mother after fucking Becky. He imagined fucking Jayda doggy style while Miss Tonya watched from behind the glass. It felt evil and good at the same time, and it was a perfect distraction from the things Evan didn’t want to think about.

Jayda’s 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.” Evan 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.”

After moving down so his butt was between Jayda’s calves, Evan made zigzag lines of oil on her thighs while replaying her words, “ ... do her, too.” He watched the lines break and drool down the reddened flesh toward her inner thighs. Her mother probably would let him do her, but Miss Tonya wouldn’t want him doing Jayda.

When the oil was about to drip from the swells of the pudgy thighs, Evan 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 Jayda’s legs. His fingertips were 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 while safe with her mother inside. More obvious was Evan’s 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 upward toward the bulging ass-cheeks. The webbing between thumbs and index fingers squeegeed the oil up Jayda’s thighs. It collected at the cusp of legs and ass, then started running down the grooves that divided leg and crotch. It soaked in, darkening the blue fabric. Jayda’s shallow breathing and the chirping birds were the only sounds. Evan filled his lungs and reversed the direction of his hands.

Jayda’s legs didn’t feel like Deana’s. Maybe they did, but the fear Evan had was different, and so was his desire. It had been terrifying to touch the edge of Deana’s butt. Jayda’s ass only made him nervous. He had wanted to touch Deana, go further under her shorts, and feel the heat of her crotch on his fingers, but not because he was horny or wanted to teach his sister a lesson. Evan wanted Deana, 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 Deana date?

Evan paused at the division of thigh and cheek, waiting for some reaction. Fucking Becky and watching Rhina only made him want more sex. It was the perfect mind-altering solution for the problems he faced at home.

It would be good to teach Jayda a lesson about teasing. He rotated his hands. The exposed swells of her butt tightened when his thumbs drove deep into the void between Jayda’s parted legs. There was no reaction, so Evan tested Jayda. Could he touch her pussy? There wasn’t anything sane about desire, lust, and youth.

Jayda’s purring groans made him nudge the rims of her bikini. The crease deepened, and virgin, pale flesh emerged. It probably was the same texture as the skin under his thumbs a second earlier, but it felt entirely different for Evan. His brain sputtered, and his cock throbbed. If he sucked in his stomach, the head of his dick head would push out 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 thumb to veer inward, and the flex made more of the bikini disappear into the valley of her ass. He slicked up the newly acquired real estate and said, “She doesn’t get massages like this.” He was annoyed she 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 had he compared their butts? Evan didn’t want to think about Gloria’s ass as a firm bubble-butt. But it is, he thought, and that made the placement of his hands on Gloria’s best friend’s ass even more disturbing. “She’s never going to know how this feels or that it happened at all,” he said. “Is she?”

“I’ll never tell ... as long as you finish,” she said.

It was frustrating that Jayda hadn’t backed down yet, but what did finish mean? Did she want him to finish coating her exposed skin, finish her off, or do what he wanted to do to her? She wiggled and shimmied, and Evan took it as a hint. He circled each pudgy thigh with his hands, dug in firmly, and pushed up. Jayda whimpered when he reached her ass, but he kept going. How far would she let him go? Evan planned on challenging Jayda the same way her pussy challenged the bikini to contain it. Which would give up first, he mused.

Miss Tonya wished she was a birdwatcher with binoculars. They would make it easy to see if that really was a ridge up the front of Evan’s jeans, filled with his hard teenage cock. She stepped closer to the sliding glass door. Evan kept looking, but he couldn’t see her. Tonya remembered being Jayda’s age, teasing and testing an older boy. Evan would be outdone by her daughter; Tonya was sure of that.

Tonya had come home and found Jayda on her back, legs wide open, and her hands on the head of a friend, pulling the other girl’s face into her crotch. It seemed like normal exploration to Tonya because she’d done the same thing. Instead of screaming and acting like an uptight mom, she stood outside the bedroom door and peeked in, watching until her daughter got off. Then she returned to the front door, opened it quietly, and closed it hard.

Jayda was dressed and acting normal the second time Tonya walked in, but it was impossible to hide the glow of a good orgasm. Tonya never said anything.

Any mother Tonya knew would be horrified about what was happening outside. Imagine what they’d think about this, she thought and opened the front of her pants. She was going to play with her pussy while a teenage boy rubbed lotion on her daughter. They’d run her out of town for that. Well, not all of them. Tonya suspected Candy would want to watch, too.

Candy was Tonya’s only friend who knew her secrets and didn’t judge her. Tonya wanted to know all of Candy’s secrets, too, but Candy wasn’t telling. Tonya divulged more and more, hoping to gain Candy’s confidence and unlock her closets.

Tonya thought about the look on Candy’s face when she told the story about her husband catching her blowing the boy who cut their grass. Sure, there had been shock, but also intrigue. Candy wanted to know all about it, but she didn’t ask. It was embarrassing, but Tonya offered the information unprompted. “Nine or ten times,” she said. “I had to do it nine or ten times before I got caught.”

Candy had flushed, and her nipples plumped, but she pretended to be shocked like she was making herself think, what if it was her own son? She said, “My God, Tonya, how could you? Why would you do that?”

By then, the painful shame of divorce had faded, and Tonya told Candy the whole story—the affairs, the fights, and the final straw. Candy’s bright red cheeks turned white when she said, “I caught that pig tea bagging the babysitter in the living room while Jayda was sleeping on the couch.”

Candy went silent and had to sit down. Tonya hadn’t thought she would strike a chord that practically made Candy faint, and she felt terrible about it, but she also wanted to know why. Obviously, there were some serious skeletons in Candy’s closet, and Tonya wanted to know about all of them. Not because she was nosy but because she really liked Candy and wanted to help her. Confession was good when you told someone who wouldn’t judge you.

Evan stared hard at the door, prompting Tonya to shove her pants and underwear down, daring him to see her. He turned back to Jayda’s ass and grabbed it with both hands. How far would her daughter actually let it go?

Considering that Evan hadn’t made a move on Candy yet and didn’t fall for the wet T-shirt thing, Tonya didn’t think she’d have to worry about throwing a bucket of water on them before Evan came in her daughter. It would be fun to watch and see how it played out.

Jayda’s bikini was losing the fight. Evan’s fingertips reached around the outsides of her legs while his thumbs held the insides. Her flesh bubbled up in front of his hands as he squeezed and moved them up. He was on course to shove his thumbs between her ass cheeks and under her bikini. How deep into her ass cleavage would she let him go?

“Mm, I wish I didn’t have to wear those,” Jayda said.

Evan looked at the bikini strings lying at Jayda’s sides and knew she had to be talking about the bottoms. He had practically uncovered most of each cheek, and his thumbs were stuffed between them, yet he still wished she didn’t have to wear them, too. “Why are you?” he challenged.

“Because you’re here,” she said.

He kept on massaging her butt and said, “Afraid?”

“Nah, Mom doesn’t let me when somebody is here.”

“So, um, if I wasn’t here, you wouldn’t have them on?”

“Yup,” she said.

“Whatever,” he said. If she was naked, what difference would that make? He was about to touch her pussy lips anyway.

“It’s true,” she said. “Come back tomorrow when she’s not here, and you’ll see.”

“And what would you want me to do if I were to come?”

What the fuck was he hoping to get out of this? Fucking Jayda, even if she begged, was stupid. She’d tell Gloria, Gloria would be heartbroken, and eventually, their mother would find out. Sex with your sister’s best friend just wouldn’t turn out well. The thought caught Evan off guard. What if Deana knew how he felt, and that was why she’d been acting so crazy? He couldn’t fuck Rebecca if Deana felt the same way he did, and now he was pretty sure she did. Hadn’t he seen that after the kiss in the bathroom? No, he’d felt it in his heart; Deana loved him and wanted him. I’m fucked, Evan thought.

“You’ll have to come and find out,” Jayda said.

There was a mocking tone in her voice, which signaled Evan’s defeat. “Whatever,” he said. “I have to clean up and get going. Don’t get burned.” Like he had just been burned by a girl younger than him.

Evan got home from Miss Tonya’s and avoided making eye contact with Gloria because he didn’t want to imagine her sitting on Jayda’s face, plus he felt guilty. His mother said hello, and he pictured Miss Tonya calling on the phone. “Candy, Evan practically fingered Jayda in the backyard...”

Was he stupid, crazy, or on another planet? Evan had no idea what was going on, but the dirt cemented to his skin with dry sweat itched, so he headed for the shower. It had been a long, hot day.

After the shower, Evan went to his room and got in bed. That was the safest place for him to be. Jayda was now on his list of people to avoid, but like all the other people on that list, avoiding her would be difficult. At least she doesn’t live here, he thought, but it didn’t help because he still had to return to Miss Tonya’s.

Deana’s teammate had sex outside, and Gloria’s friend sat on another girl’s face at the ballpark and let him touch her inappropriately when her mother could have been watching, yet Evan still thought both of his sisters were different. Deana put her wet pussy on your dick, he told himself, wake up!

Despite the obvious, Evan continued to believe his horny porn brain was making something out of nothing. He closed his eyes and forced his pornographic mind to visit the tumbler’s bedroom. That was better than playing the tapes of what he imagined might happen tomorrow with the naked face-sitter.

Becky stood in front of her magic mirror and turned in a circle, twisting so she could watch her ass. The black, stretchy skirt matched what Darlene wore on the school bus. The material hugged her butt and wrapped under her cheeks, lifting her ass so it looked even sexier, according to Darlene. That made Becky feel good.

At the mall, Becky had waited nervously behind the change booth curtain. After counting to three, she flung the curtain open. Darlene’s eyes lit up, and Becky knew she looked as good as she felt. Doing her best slutty runway model walk, Becky went to Darlene.

Darlene turned her around and said, “Damn, that thing makes your ass even sexier.”

Becky grinned. “I know it makes me feel sexy, and the way it’s hugging my butt is getting me horny. It’s gonna be hard to not show my ass.”

Darlene smiled, glanced at the store employee who was watching them as if she knew they were planning on stealing something, and reached between Becky’s legs. “I knew you wouldn’t have panties on,” she said. “If that lady wasn’t watching, I’d—”

“She can’t see us from the chest down. Go ahead, do it.” Becky desperately wanted to get fingered right there behind the clothes rack while someone was watching.

“She already thinks we’re gonna walk out of here without paying for that,” Darlene said. “What do you think she’d do if she thought we were lesbians playing with each other?”

“What do you think she’d do if she knew I was doing this?” Becky knew how wrong and how dangerous it was, but she was pissed off now. She’d done the most incredible thing that morning, finally gotten Evan to stop seeing her as Jason’s little sister, and had the most amazing sex of her life, but Darlene didn’t even want to talk about it. Now, some middle-aged lady was keeping her from fulfilling a major fantasy.

Becky pushed the dresses on the round clothing rack apart, arched back, and pulled up her skirt. Her pee hitting the carpet under the rack was louder than expected, but she couldn’t stop.

“You, ah, shit, Becky,” Darlene said in a low yet excited voice. “Oh my god, you’re a freak.”

The sound of her friend’s voice made the flow stop abruptly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I just—”

“Just get your stuff, and let’s go pay for that before she realizes you pissed on the floor. I can’t believe you did that.”

“Are you mad?”

Darlene shoved the dresses back in place and said, “No, but I’m too excited to stay here.”

It was too bad that Darlene had to catch her bus because Becky was pretty sure if they had more time, she could have gotten Darlene on one of those beds in Dillard’s. Hopefully, Evan and Jason would also be awestruck by the new skirt. Becky wanted to model it at dinner, but their mother could never see that part of her wardrobe.

The dinner table was set, and Gloria was having a conversation with their father when Evan sat down. Deana smiled at him, and it finally hit Evan; she knew he jerked off in the bathroom. All the embarrassment he would have felt if Deana had shown him the magazine without sitting on him warmed Evan’s cheeks. He wanted to go eat in his room.

Gloria sounded disappointed that his dad would miss her next game, but Evan didn’t think she cared. He thought Gloria played the role of good daughter to make her mother happy. She probably wanted to know who her real father was, but nobody ever talked about that.

Evan listened to the conversation carefully, but not because he cared. All he wanted to hear was when his father was leaving for China and how long he would be gone. If he asked, that would seem suspicious. A guilty conscience sucked.

His father looked at him and said, “You got a job yet?”

Dammit, Evan had hoped that wouldn’t come up. “I got some good prospects,” he said, hoping that was the right word. “Lots of applications filled out and an interview lined up, soon.” He did have something in the works through somebody that knew someone else, that Miss Tonya knew, but nothing solid, and no applications had been filled out.

“That’s good.” His father sipped his wine. “Your mother said you got some odd jobs.”

His heart raced. What had Miss Tonya told his mom? The thought made him want to vomit. “Ah—” he glanced at his mom, she smiled, and Evan went on, “I guess, lawns, landscape, maybe some painting, stuff like that.”

“That’s fine, but keep looking for a steady job. Don’t want you to end up being somebody’s lawn boy.”

Evan hated his father again. He started eating quickly without looking at his mother. She would know something was up.

Becky watched Jason Stuff his mouth, then turned toward their mother, who was also enjoying the meatloaf and mashed potatoes she had prepared. Becky smiled, stabbed some string beans, and placed her other hand between her legs. Heat radiated through her jeans. It was a good thing she wasn’t wearing a skirt because Becky might not be able to resist fingering herself. She’d been hot and wet all day with anticipation. Jason had been avoiding her, but she hadn’t been pursuing him. Patience was necessary, but the wait was brutal now that it was so close.

Confessing something you’d planned to take to your grave lightened your load, even when your confidant couldn’t relate or imagine doing the same thing. But, telling Darlene her dirty little secret about Jason was like telling another pyromaniac you have gasoline. Darlene confessed things about herself that were shocking and exciting. That was hard to do because there weren’t many things about sex that Becky hadn’t already imagined. Darlene proved to be a fine teacher of seduction, and a great partner, working toward fulfilling their sexual bucket lists. If everything went according to plan tonight, Becky’s list would be shorter.

That night, Evan put on workout clothes and went down to the playroom, but all he did was sit on the couch. His father’s shit about finding a job pissed Evan off, but sitting next to Gloria, watching her, and listening to her made him ashamed of what he’d done with her friend. Really, it was the things he wanted to do and imagined doing to Jayda if she was naked in the backyard tomorrow.

Evan closed his eyes and saw Jayda’s ass squeezing out of her bathing suit. She wanted him to massage her butt just like Deana had, but that didn’t mean they were telling him he could dip his finger between their pussy lips and search for their clits. What if he’d gotten Jayda off right under her mother’s nose? The thought made his balls tingle, and Evan knew he needed serious psychiatric help. Hadn’t he heard somewhere that every bad action started with a bad thought?

He opened his eyes. “Shit! Deana, holy shit.” His sister’s face was half an inch from his. “What were you doing, trying to kiss me?”

“No,” Deana said. “Didn’t you hear me coming down the stairs?”

“No. If I had heard you, you wouldn’t have scared me. Your face was right there when I opened my eyes. I might have crapped myself.”

“Sorry, I’ll throw something at you from across the room next time.”

His sister was standing directly in front of him, her legs touching his knees. Her gray sweatpants matched his, except Deana’s were tight. “Or, you could send a message into my mind and tell me you’re there.”

“What makes you think I can do that?”

“Can’t you?” he asked. “You always seem to know what I’m thinking.”

“Actually, that’s not true,” Deana said. “I’ve been trying to figure out if you’re upset about yesterday or something. You’ve been avoiding me.”

Which part of yesterday was she talking about? Maybe he could avoid some embarrassment by telling Deana what Gloria’s friends did? No, that could make Deana uncomfortable if she does it to Rebecca. Damn it, he didn’t want to think about Deana sitting on Rebecca’s face or having sex in the creek. How could he not? “I’m not, not upset, I’ve been thinking about stuff, that’s all,” he said.

“You’ve been acting weird since— I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

Yeah, she had accused him of jerking off on her magazine, then put her pussy on his dick. “No, I mean yes, I was embarrassed, but I’m not upset, just embarrassed.”