Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 17 – Epilogue Bk. 02 by mondotoken,mondotoken

RE: FLASH BACK SEQUENCES-All Characters in this story are of legal age.

“Aw shit.” I found a text on my phone from my mother asking that I come over and do some yard work. It had been months since I was booted out of the house after being outed to my parents as a pornographer.

I was at once the black sheep of the family excoriated for a line of work I’d gotten into completely by accident. It was lucrative monetarily but devastating to my social life inside the family, especially my father’s side. We still hadn’t talked since he did a drive by dress down of me via phone at my most vulnerable. I’d ended up retaliating by taking his live-in sugar baby and her mother the following day. Humorously, that mother turned out to be a better lay than her shitty, covertly drug addicted daughter, Erica Walton. I did a number on the elder Ms. Walton too.

None of it mattered in the long run when my father jettisoned the daughter as a liability revealing a hidden third woman he was presently dating on the low. We never talked about it, but I received a second text driven repudiation from my mother days later saying he’d snitched on me in one form or another. This broke what was left of our years long acrimonious relationship, making me feel that my own father was intimidated by me in some respects. It felt as if he were hiding under my mother’s skirt post years long divorce. I went about my life behind an invisible wall determined one day to confront him face to face or wreak havoc on him again eventually.

“Time to make the donuts.” I mumbled to myself half falling out of bed after a late night editing some surplus footage for my website.

I spent almost all of my free time working on my passion, sometimes walking about my new home carrying a laptop, even on the toilet every now and then. Today was no different as I put some coffee on before dragging said laptop to the bathroom where I began editing up some more footage involving “Mz. Giggles” doing her version of a runway walk down the corridor of my nigh wealthy uncle’s home wearing this really short spaghetti strap sundress. It was white with tiny rose prints all over the material. This coupled with the “Peg Bundy” styled bouffant wig on her head made for a compelling onscreen character out of the norm.

It was another coincidental wealth of riches as I sort of a trade with my uncle’s third wife Esther after accidentally discovering her gold-digging status. Her thick extremely bottom-heavy figure became the Darkhorse attraction on my website after a weekend shooting a ton of footage and just having a grand old time enjoying a weekend affair that would’ve had the family put a hit on me if discovered. We talked on text (Burner Phones) from time to time trying to find time for another round of shoots, but nothing materialized yet. On my laptop screen she was presently doing innocuous things like household chores washing dishes, laundry and vacuuming with a vintage model all while eventually losing that dress ending up completely nude slathered in baby oil.

I added some vintage styled film scratches to the footage which was drained of color leaving things in black and white monochrome. The choice was motivated out of creativity and necessity keeping the discretion of our clandestine working agreement. Esther’s face was kept hidden behind a subtle mosaic shot in profile three quarter views and slightly out of focus from a distance adding to her allure. The trailer had been left up for a few months with message coming in my comments section about whether this “old model” was still working. My ruse thus successful, I’d let the audience do the work for me openly guessing about the origins of the footage.

This particular segment was nearly thirty minutes of leering footage as she went about her day, which ended with a good ten minutes of her being absolutely railed in that corridor, kitchen and eventually a guest bedroom. I did something with the sound design making it gradually ramp up almost into loud stereo quality claps of her big, floppy giggly cheeks. The money shot was spectacular looking with these geyser level bursts finishing things off quite nicely. I decided to add two extra minutes of Esther showering with the thin plastic curtain drawn. This made her a distorted silhouette but gave the audience a good impression of her curves. I finished editing and uploading the clip before I’d showered and left the bathroom.

Strains of “Mass Appeal” by Gang Starr filled the modest Honda Civic provided to me by my landlord Mr. Gilbert. The conditions for its use were its upkeep and making sure the gas tank was always full. The car had been provided to his daughter by her beau the aptly referred to “Motherfucking Jay Stello” as a means to bridge the states wide gap between them for clandestine hookups. Somehow Mr. Gilbert ended up in custody of the titular vehicle, bequeathing it to me for use as long as I was a tenant in his former home. He converted it into a rental property after moving out of state to live happily ever after with his love Tressie Fisher and her little cousins in a makeshift nuclear family.

It was a little overcast out as I made it to my mother’s house pulling into the alley next to the garage doors. The paragraph of text used to prompt me into servitude said the door had been left unlocked allowing me access to the lawnmower and other yard tools. I hopped the fence getting into the garage easily enough letting up the door before turning up my car music. Petey Pablo’s “He spoke to Me” provided a soundtrack to my actions as I racked up errant leaves and garbage before breaking out the gas powered mower taking care of the front yard fairly quickly.

“YOU MOVING BACK IN?!!” I looked up from my work finding one of my neighbors, Tammy Mosley sitting on the front steps of her two story home watching my progress.

She had to be eighteen at this point, but her mother still dressed her in disparaging fashion hoping to dissuade any number of male suitors around the way, but some thirsty guys still hollered anyway much to her and her grandmother’s chagrin. Her grandmother had been my nemesis for a time right before I was kicked out. The nosey old bitty made a nuisance of herself reporting the comings and goings of the various women visiting me at that time. Part of me felt she’d set the table by painting a negative portrait of me to my mother in calls to her during work hours while I was entertaining.

I ignored the question, going back to mowing the lawn as she watched from across the street.

“HEY MAN?!!” Tammy shouted indignantly at being ignored, getting me to switch off the mower again to regard her.

“YEAH, WHAT?!” I shouted back arms spread, shrugging.

“YOU MOVING BACK IN YOUR MOMMA’S HOUSE?!” Tammy asked again, giving me another chance to capitulate to her equally nosey inquiry.

I started the mower up again after pondering things for a minute or two resuming my work. Her screen door loudly slammed moments later making me smirk to myself. There was no telling if she was just keeping up the family pastime or actually asking me a question. I continued mowing the lawn shifting to the side of the house before starting in our modest backyard when she appeared outside the fence on the sidewalk. I flinched the moment I noticed because we’d never been this close in proximity before for the duration of my entire time living there.

“Why you so mean; I just asked you a question?”

“Tell your grandmother to come over here and ask me herself Tammy.”

“AW MAN, I AIN’T ON THAT STUFF!!”

“Really?” I raised a brow showing my disbelief as I began mowing the lawn.

“Yeah, I just uhm, wanted to know if you were coming back around because…uh, you’re cool.” She sounded as if she were twisting in the wind setting off a few alarms in my head.

“I don’t want no trouble with your people; you go on home now.” I wasn’t even going to mince words with this youngster obviously hot in the pants.

“We just talking; what, my momma out in Miami getting her butt done so it’s cool right? Granny sleep right now and she ain’t coming downstairs with her bad hip. She fell down the front steps last week so I’m here watching her for momma.”

“Wrong.”

“Huh?”

“You over here watching me, Tammy; I’m just cleaning up the yard and I don’t want no foolishness with your granny. You know that shit, and I ain’t trying to catch a case talking to no shorties.” There was a flash of emotion on her face reacting to a perceived insult.

“I ain’t no shortie; I’m nineteen man!”

“Right.” I replied smugly, still mowing the backyard under her gaze.

“I always get that mess from people; I can’t help looking like a shortie.” I was chuckling as she ranted folding her arms all put out by my dismissive attitude.

“Is that right?”

“Stop laughing, you wanna see my id, huh?” Tammy produced the card from her back pocket carrying it around like a wallet which made me laugh more as I switched off the mower walking over. Her googly eyed countenance and slight gap in her front teeth reminded oddly enough of a porn actress name Halle Hayes before she got progressively excessive amounts of plastic surgery significantly changing her appearance forever.

The same was true of her lean looking frame with budding tits poking the front of the white t-shirt covering her chest. Tammy wore some distressed stonewashed overall shorts over the shirt with tasseled ankle socks and white canvas sneakers. The visual finesse by her mother was real as I glanced at her little girl hairstyle four ponytails replete with colorful barrettes. I chuckled as I took a look, finding that she was indeed all of nineteen years of age.

“I could have sworn you were probably seventeen or eighteen; didn’t you graduate from high school this year?”

“I flunked eight grade back in the day.” This made me chuckle out loud getting Tammy flustered enough to grab the edge of the fence leaning over it to address her situation.

“Don’t laugh at me, I got sick and was in the hospital so uhm, they flunked me!”

“Yeah right.”

“THAT’S THE TRUTH!”

“Okay baby, here take this back I got work to do, shortie.” My dig at her academic status made Tammy even more annoyed as she snatched the state id out of my hand.

“You think you’re hot because you got all of them girlfriends, but you’re only medium cute anyway!”

“I get that a lot these days.” I replied nonchalantly about to start my mower.

“What I don’t rate or nothing, huh?” Tammy grumbled playing her cards, still leaning against my fence with her elbows resting atop it.

“I don’t want no trouble with your mother and especially not your fucking granny. Why don’t you go play with your toys or something Tammy.” I started up the mower laughing to myself.

“I’M A WOMAN!!”

I switched it off, looking her in the face walking back over hands stuffing a hand in my back pocket pulling out a hand towel as strains of “03′ Bonnie & Clyde” filled the air from my car parked nearby. Tammy looked a bit anxious taking a half step back as I wiped my sweaty brow. I took my time leaning on my side of the fence. I gathered that I’d got a little closer than she expected looking her up and down. The only thing I noted were her long legs and pronounced camel toe made that way from sitting on her front porch all the time being nosey.

“What?” Tammy broke the moment of silence sort of stilted and reticent looking.

“Why do you dress like a kid?”

“I don’t dress like a kid; and its none of your business anyway! My momma buys my clothes and shit, so uh… she got pissed one time when she popped up at my high school because I was wearing some stuff she didn’t like. So, she brought me clothes like this…it was just a miniskirt! I don’t look like no kid anyway so you can’t just say stuff like that to me! You ain’t that cool anyway, and you’re only medium cute!” Tammy emphasized going through the five stages of grief right in front of me.

“You said that already.” I reminded.

“She just thinks making me wear this will keep boys out of my pants!” Tammy finished in a huff.

“Did it?”

“HUH?!” I laughed at her reaction making the nineteen year old fume.

“Did dressing you like that keep negroes out of your draws, Tammy?” I felt like twisting the knife, still chuckling. The idea was to make her storm off cursing my name.

“Uhm, well I ain’t no virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Sure you’re not.” I laughed making her angry at the repeated digs.

“I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” She shouted.

“Oh, so you’re trying to get me caught up with some fool coming after me for messing with his woman. I don’t mess around with women in relationships, that shit is dangerous. You probably wanna make him jealous or something and I ain’t have some crying nigga coming for me after I fucked the shit out of his woman. Respect Tammy, respect shortie…sides you can’t handle me.”

“Well, uh, I uhm…had a boyfriend.”

“Cut it out.”

“We broke up, for real.” She explained her probable intentions as I wiped my brow again looking her up and down head to toe and back again decided to have some more fun with the hood ingenue.

“Hey, take two steps back.” Tammy did it without question shrugging her shoulders as I made a twirling finger gesture with a pointer finger.

Her brow furrowed as she slowly turned her back facing me. Tammy Mosely was indeed lean of stature but had a bit of dense packing in the derriere that caught my attention. It was wide, just packed like a solid mass just sticking out a little from her lower back over long enough legs. She looked back, noticing what I was doing.

“Hey man, what the…?!”

“I can’t look?”

“Nuh, well uhm…it’s not like we’re going out on a date or something. I mean, can’t be giving you any freebies or nothing.” Her awkward explanation made me laugh openly.

“Freebies?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, unfortunately; say, don’t you have something you should be doing, like watching your sick granny? We wouldn’t want Grandma Mosely coming outside finding you over here, would we? Remember that time your mother was chasing you around her car with an ironing cord?”

“I’m a grown woman.”

“Maybe you should start dressing like it then.” It took her a second to get the dig at her juvenile themed attire.

“Oh, you got jokes, huh?”

“Got more than jokes baby; toddle along there back to granny; maybe she made you a snack. Probably a lunchable or some PB and J with the crusts cut off and a glass of milk.”

“I don’t even like peanut butter.”

“OH, WOW THAT’S A DEAL BREAKER!!” I was openly laughing as she squinted, starting to flush with anger.

“Fuck you.” Tammy stalked off arms folded around her chest, packed little butt stinging from the constant burns and digs at her juvenile behavior.

Over a year ago she would’ve been right up my lane, but now I was worlds away from her in experience with women. It dawned on me that I’d just karmically reversed roles remembering my first encounter with Rashida Sikes. Tammy got “the business” from me, and it was without conscious thought. It was weird seeing things from the other side of the fence so to speak. I finished up the backyard without incident, taking a moment as I realized the part of the fence, I’d been engaging Tammy at was the same spot where I’d tussled with my deceased love Vicky Stone.

The night was the beginning of the end for what could have been.

I lingered there on the fence taking it all in remembering a night that with her trying to take my head off over perceived cheating. We’d hashed it out and she even found validation that I wanted more from her than some tryst. We made torrid, desperate love and luxuriated in each other’s embrace only to have it ripped away much later by a jealous narcissist. A shudder ran through me at the thought of our aborted love story. I was lost in the moment for a while before I realized I was standing in the backyard of a home I wasn’t welcome in anymore because of the same woman.

“Bitch.” Sometimes I couldn’t help seething inside.

I glanced around at the cleaned yard and the bags of refuse I’d collected hoping it would be good enough to get a thank you text from my mother when all was said and done. Part of me knew it would be radio silence as I dumped the refuse in the cans in the alley before walking to my waiting car. I hopped behind the wheel hesitating as I realized I didn’t have anything to do for the rest of my day. It was just about noon, and I was a male spinster, time wise. I lingered behind wondering if I should swing by my cousin’s house. Rashida was still living there in the aftermath of all the drama.

“What is this shit?”

Tammy was standing at the edge of my back fence next to the garbage cans staring at me. She was holding a glass with a lemon slice on its edge.

“I thought you might want something to drink out here in this hot weather.”

It was overcast.

“Tammy.” I rolled my passenger window down half way as she tried the door thinking to sit inside my car. It took a moment for her to settle down.

“I’m just bringing you a nice cold drink out here in this hot weather. Damn, you act like it’s a conspiracy or something.” She reasoned unevenly with a hand still on the door handle as it started to sprinkle outside.

I rolled the window down all the way but didn’t take the drink.

“Identification.”

“What?”

“Give me your id Tammy.” She scoffed slouching her shoulders accidentally pouring some of the drink into the passenger side seat as she fished out her state card. I’m sure she was surprised when I popped my glove compartment pulling out a card reader. Tammy was befuddled for a moment then her brow furrowed when I plugged it into a portable charger.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” She asked as I used my phone to film the results then her face in real time with a time stamp to cover my ass legally.

“Do you realize the times we live in these days Tammy? I got this shit cheap as fuck online on the dark web; been itching to try it out. Well Tammy, looks like you make the grade at a certified nineteen years of age.” I popped the lock and she promptly jumped in beside me looking like someone lifted the velvet rope allowing her into the club. The drink spilled all over as she realized her butt was planted in a puddle of her own making.

“FUCK!!” I chortled locking her door instantly pulling out of the driveway at a clip while she struggled to get her seatbelt on grinning like a porch monkey, for lack of a better term.

I shot down the side street quickly hitting a hard right into the alley right behind Tammy’s house almost stopping on a dime. She was jerked forward stopping herself with both hands as I put the car in park.

“What, is this?” She was confused.

“I’m dropping you home, Tammy.” I explained popping the lock on her passenger side door as she processed.

“We ain’t going nowhere?”

“I don’t want no trouble with your people.”

“Aw shit, you tripping man; I’m nineteen. You saw that for yourself with your stupid machine. Hey if I ain’t your type then just say so instead of acting all cute and shit. A lot of boys be hollering at me anyway, so you ain’t all that just because you got a bunch of hoes. HEY, WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?!”

“Nothing, just don’t want no trouble.”

“NINETEEN!”

“What you wanna get fucked?” I cut to the chase blowing her wig back as her eyes bucked.

“Damn you just say shit like that straight up?!”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck, or not?”

“Uhm.” she hesitated looking out her window at the back of her own garage and the two story home her family lived in for four decades. My parents moved in back in the day right after the Mosely family but were never anything more than acquaintances. My mother had a pretty amicable relationship with Grandma Mosely post-divorce and cosigned all of her sexual pocket watching recently and even further back extending to my father’s marriage breaking infidelity.

“Well?” I asked, making her predictably jumpy.

“Man, you’re for real, huh?”

“I don’t play games; so maybe you should stay in your lane at the kiddie table.” It was meant as a dig to embarrass her out of the car, but Tammy looked into the glass then at my face.

“I need to check and make sure granny still sleep; I put some buckwheat honey in her tea.”

“What?”

“It helps her sleep or else she stays up screaming my name all night. Just wait right here and let me see if the coast is clear, then we can do it in the basement. I’m sleeping down there. It’s my room when I’m over here.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Tammy went to get out, but then thought better of it turning back scrutinizing my face.

“Hey, are you gonna drive off when I get out?”

“Only one way to find our Tammy.” I shrugged eliciting a worried look on her face.

“Aw come on man, give me a chance.” Tammy tilted her head to the side sliding back into the car close enough to kiss inches from my face.

The sound of my zipper lowering was audible.

She fished out my member as it was fattening encircling it with two fingers just above the base still looking at my face for effect. Tammy engulfed the upper half of my length between her plump lips stroking the rest methodically as her cheeks began to invert creating a loud slurp that seemed to go on forever. Once it was over, she sat up beside me looking at my face again.

“At least get some bomb as head, if nothing else.” She smiled, showing all of her teeth stroking my member for a few minutes before carefully tucking me away.

Tammy lingered for a few minutes unsure before getting out of the car walking to the back gate with the glass. She glanced back a few times then went inside running to this back staircase that led up into the elevated kitchen at the alley side of the home. I sat there getting a view of her packed little tail as she ran to the house reminiscing about all the times her grandmother snitched on me. I smiled to myself recalling a particular instance where Charity Gilbert sexually trolled the old snitch in the same car in which I was presently sitting.

“Wow, I’m surprised you’re still here!” Tammy came back five minutes later running in the sprinkling rain with a dishrag in her hand. She carefully tried the passenger side door watching my face as she opened it wiping up the stain in my front seat with both hands.

I just smiled, pulling closer to the garage facing the north end of the alley turning off the car. Tammy was waiting as I got out looking anxiously between me and her backyard cautioning me with a wave of her hand when I drew close.

“She still sleep but be kind of quiet when we get inside the basement door. I got her stories playing on the tv, so that should keep her distracted if she wakes up. It’s cool, just gotta help her get on the toilet sometimes.”

“Too much information.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Tammy led me to the basement entrance of her house which was sort of an add-on to the house proper, kind of a shelled added space built sometime after the house was bought. It’s bright canary color was a giveaway as Tammy tried and opened a shaky doorknob letting us inside.

The interior of this room was some sort of play area and additional bedroom which Tammy explained was used by a long deceased uncle who’d financed it before finally being caught and jailed by the authorities. There was a bed for one in a corner and two love seats on the other side with a television and stuffed toy box for any kids who visited. All of the stuff was second hand or discarded from the upstairs proper. For some reason, I wasn’t nervous at all despite being in the house of a woman who would’ve loved nothing more than to see me castrated.

“Why don’t you sit down right here.” Tammy planted a knee on one of the love seats covered by a frayed looking plaid blanket waving me over.

She dutifully unzipped and exposed my package getting on all fours topping me off eventually laying on her belly with an arm draped over my thigh. Tammy was no novice to giving with a somewhat methodical approach cupping a hand under my balls massaging them which felt nice. A few minutes into it, she glanced up at my face. Tammy got back up unsnapping a button on her overall shorts drawing them down to her waist. She slipped out of the white t-shirt underneath revealing a cute little cream colored brassiere tightly fitted to her chest. Her hardened nipples were visible poking against the foam cups.

I poked a finger making her giggle girlishly and shy away with an arm draped across her modest bust. I was patient sitting there until she leaned in looking for a kiss, stealing a peck on my cheek. Tammy inched back allowing my hand to rest on her butt which felt like a solid mass, almost like granite. I used my hands and fingers to squeeze and test its packed nature, finding no give whatsoever. Her hips were narrow matching the width of her shoulders which gave her figure a rectangular esthetic from shoulders to the tops of her thighs. I tried to dig my nails into it finding a resistance that was intriguing. It made me want to go the whole nine yards after all.

“If you take your pants all the way off, I can really do it good.”

Instead of waiting she got down, helping me out of my jeans and shoes, leaving my socks as she spread my thighs wide apart. Unencumbered, Tammy’s head game leveled up significantly as she went wet and sloppy with these little twists of her barrette head sucking me off more passionately now. The loud syrupy slurps and foamy saliva running off her juicy bottom lip added to the experience. Tammy did this sort of head rotating thing as she sucked me off jerking and tugging hard on the exposed portion of my cock.

“Do it harder.” I instructed with a static expression inching close to completion.

Tammy did as asked gagging a little as more of my slightly above average member disappeared behind her lips. Things got really loud and sloppy pushing the envelope further as she went for broke with her head bobbing in my lap on a swivel as she started moaning louder and louder. I figured it was part of her routine or technique. More precum and excess saliva ran off her chin dripping down into her modest chest getting me excited as I drew closer.

“Almost there, do it harder Tammy…come on, go hard in the paint; jerk on it harder while sucking the fuck out of that shit. I’m gonna cum real hard if you keep doing that. Keep it up girl, suck that dick hard baby! Suck it…fuck.”

She followed my instruction rhythmically working harder and harder slurping, vacuum sucking and gagging bringing me right to the edge.

“Squeeze my balls. No, pinch’em baby…suck harder, aw shit…AW FUCK GIRL YOU GETTING IT OUTTA ME!!” Tammy was going so hard it felt as if she were trying to suck my prick free of my body. Her hands were trembling as I began to blow this thick wad of jizz deep into her mouth.

She kept at it taking more ropes directly into her gullet swallowing in time with each stomach churning burst. It seems she did have some surprises sexually speaking as some of our intermingled juices continued making a mess of her chest. she sucked and sucked making my toes curl, then stopped with a wide beaming grin on her face.

“AAAHHH, SEE I SWALLOWED IT UP! I pushed a finger in her mouth getting her to suck on it mimicking her performance, but it was actually meant to quiet her down as she stared in my eyes.

Tammy Mosely sucked just as hard narrowing her eyes moaning in a bit of social play implying a budding sexuality.

“Want me to do it again?” I raised a brow at the unexpected question.

“Why yes, I think I’ll have another.”

Tammy went at my business in a repeat performance that was momentarily halted when I tried to pry her brassiere up for a look at her tits finding it beyond skin tight. She glanced down at her muted cleavage.

“They ain’t big like those girls you hook up with.”

“Shut up, let me see them, Tammy.” There was some hesitation before she pinched the foam cups peeling them up revealing these somewhat conical looking buds topped with the darkest nipples and areolas, I’d ever seen in contrast to her lighter hazel skin tone.

“See, told you.” She sounded crestfallen.

“I think they’re pretty.” Tammy let me play with her left tit massaging and groping it as much as possible which came off more like some sort of pinching. Her nips were extremely hard and little rough to the fingertips prompting me to play with both.

“You really think they’re pretty?”

“Yeah, in fact I wanna fuck them, Tammy.”

“But they’re little.”

“So, I can make it happen anyway.”

“How?”

“Suck on this some more then I’ll show you.” I directed her braided head down onto my endowment letting her resume that promising sloppy top.

She left that skintight brassiere up which got a decent bulge of her meager breasts as she went in on my prick. My balls were added to the mix without direction or prompt in intervals followed by half of my endowment being vacuum sucked extremely hard. I almost went over the edge, but managed to disengage just as I was about to climax. Tammy was a little timid reacting with a slight flinch as I handled her shoulders pulling closer to my junk.

“They’re too little for that.” She discouraged.

“Watch and learn baby.” I countered waving a finger in front of her face before pushing it between her big lips encouraging her nonverbally to suck it followed by my cock for another few minutes.

I pinched the middle of her brassiere making her wince as I managed to pry it outward enough to insert my cock underneath wedged against her breastbone. My thickened vein covered rod looked like a steel bar between her pert budding breasts. This maneuver forced her probably B-Cups together cradling my shaft on either side.

“Oh, okay I get it.” Tammy’s eyes widened as I took her hands positioning them fingers interlocked over my intruding phallus.

“Hold them tight and don’t let go even when I start cumming.”

“Yeah, okay.”

I kept ahold of the tops of her shoulders driving my prick along her breastbone working up an enticing friction. The restrictive feeling of her brassiere pinning my prick down cushioned by her buoyant small tits was incredible. Tammy’s eyes narrowed mouth eventually hanging open with some spittle running off her bottom lip as I gradually went harder pumping up into her moderate cleavage. Her breath started coming in huffs matching my own. Tammy leaned forward bent at the waist in an offering gesture as I really got some decent thrusts going starting to crest.

“Don’t let go Tammy, I’m about to cum all over your titties, keep it up girl. Don’t let go.” She nodded, interlocking her fingers hard as tremors started to engulf me.

It had been a few weeks since I was with Erica Walton and later her mother, Babs Walton. I’d left that mature woman lying face down with her spongy butt covered in my jizz. I regretted not getting her phone number because I wanted some more of that vintage ass. Now I was messing with Tammy Mosely, daughter of the nosey women who’d made things complicated when I lived just across the street.

“You gonna cum?”

“Yeah.”

“Your thing is so hard, and hot too.” Tammy commented leaning further almost bent over. I didn’t reply going into the final lap as my thighs started tightening up making me squint. I’d been with a number of women over the last year and a half which should have leveled off my youthful energy, but every time I climaxed it felt, mind blowing, scintillating.

“AW FUCK!! TAMMY HOLD IT TIGHTER!! CUM-CUMMING!!” She did as I asked right as the dam burst.

A thick wad of cum shot up hitting the underside of her chin followed by several ropes that soiled and glazed over my abdomen with pools of jizz in puddles on my abdomen. Her chest was glistening with my cum as more poured out of the crown drizzling down into the open part of her brasserie made so by the intrusion of my cock. Tammy proved adept at learning on the go working her small tits up and down watching my face, heartened.

“You must have really liked that, huh? I didn’t know I could titty fuck with these mosquito bites; boys always make fun of me for having no boobs, but you proved them wrong.”

“Take your bra off; I want to see them.”

Okay.” She responded timidly, reaching back awkwardly. Her brassiere was wedged at a diagonal angle leaving one of her tits halfway exposed. The brassiere snapped, popping away from her chest like a rubber band as it fell away exposing her chest fully.

They were barely B-cups small, conical in nature topped with dime sized areolas and bullet point nipples matching the coal darkened texture of said areolas. This made them really stand out in eye popping fashion as she looked between my face and her defiled chest with rivulets of my jizz running down her abdomen. I’d really let her have it as evidenced by thick blotches of cum splotching her torso. One of her bra cups was filled with a creamy deluge of spunk. Tammy draped a hand over her breasts, but I captured it wrapping it around my cock.

“Keep playing with it.”

“Hard?”

“Yeah, Tammy jack me off really hard.”

Her jacking fist became a blur on my meat getting several watery bursts of precum as it fattened in her thin hand becoming a steel bar covered in veins.

“Wow, you get hard again, like really quick.” Tammy’s eyes widened at my renewed tumescence.

There was no way I was telling her my enhanced stamina had come courtesy of my online profession as a director of adult content and by proxy was the reason, I no longer lived across the street anymore. She tilted her head to the side watching my prick inflate then shot me a side eye before slurping a good third of my length quickly breaking contact laughing.

“Let’s get the rest of this off.” I pulled her forward handling her overalls at the waist with the intent of removing them, but she handled the tops of my hands gingerly covering them with her own. We shared glances as I motioned towards her legs with my eyes for an instant returning to her brown eyes silently unyielding.

Tammy stood up leaving her stonewashed overall shorts in place. They ended up around her knees as some white cotton panties came into view level with my face. The fit was skintight putting her camel toe on display. There was a tiny pink bow right under her navel. I noticed a few wisps of light hair under it leading downward towards her young womanhood. I took an extended look at her covered muff, then helped her step out of the shorts one foot at a time. Tammy had a hand on my shoulder steadying herself before standing up straight.

“Can I see the back?”

She did a half turn almost a pirouette, keeping her eyes on me before turning fully around. Her butt was decidedly peachy, but chunky looking and solid with a bit of roundness, but no definition other than a muted undercuff that went in a horizontal straight line over her long legs. It looked like she still had a lot of body to grow into at her certified nineteen years of age. I flattened a palm in the middle of her butt making Tammy turn around quicky with a hand over her crotch.

“Is it, good?”

“I don’t know, yet.” I started peeling down the elastic waistband, but she shrank back, scared.

I leaned back watching her face then looked around the room internally turning my autopilot off. I recognized the look on her face. I’d seen it long ago before I became the Educated Simp. My very first time was with a childhood friend, and it was our inaugural foray into adulthood being with each other. We were in a similar basement at her grandmother’s home, and I recognized the synchronicity of it all. Tammy looked away from my face sort of green in the gills before finding the courage to explain herself.

“You like me, right? I mean, you think I’m pretty too, like those girls who were coming to your house? It’s just uhm, well I never actually did it before, like went all the way. Mostly, just sucking and dry humping, stuff like that. Uh, we can “do it” if you want…it’s not gonna hurt is it?”

No Tammy, it’s not gonna hurt.” I zipped up realizing what I almost did. Despite my experiences, my first time was actually with someone I had a connection with on an emotional level.

“HEY, YOU’RE NOT MAD, ARE YOU!” She shouted even more nervously standing there in her underwear and canvas sneakers.

“Not at all; it’s cool, okay?” She looked as if she were panicking immediately getting the gears turning in my head. I felt like a fool getting myself into a potential situation with an adult teenager. Her mental growth seemed stunted in this moment of clarity as I relaxed my posture reclining like I wasn’t going anywhere.

“You sure you don’t have a boyfriend?” I asked, raising a brow faux suspicious.

“WHAT?! Are you serious man?” Her face softened along with her posture as she chuckled a bit arms folded over her boobs.

“Yeah, I’m serious Tammy; look a year and a half ago I got jumped by my cousin house over some female shit. I just wanna be clear that you ain’t cheating on some hood nigga. I don’t want my jaw wired shut again and I definitely don’t wanna catch no bullets in my ass baby.” She was chortling at my explanation feeling further validated, but I wasn’t out of hot water yet.

“I told you I broke up.”

“Right, you probably lying cause you wanna make that negro cry on some old emotional shit; what’s his name?”

“Chauncey.”

“AH-HA, SEE!!” I perked up pointing an accusatory finger at Tammy who jumped like she’d been tased for an instant, then laughed.

“Hey man we broke up; you tricked me!!”

“No I didn’t, you gotta man, don’t you Tammy?!” I accused, making sure to fake chortle subtly lightening the mood as she ran forward planting a knee at my right side kneeling on the love seat.

“Oh yeah; let me see your phone.”

“REALLY?!” Her eyes got really big as she grinned scoffing playfully making this exaggerated gesture with both hands outstretched as if she were on an improv stage bombing out.

“If you ain’t hiding nothing, let me see your phone.”

“OH-KAAY!!” Tammy happily shouted all giggly as she leaned over retrieving her own cheap android from a pocket in her overall shorts.

She handed it to me with the biggest grin in the universe. This spoke to the mental effect of seeing Charity Gilbert, Phoebe and probably Vickie Stone frequenting my home when I lived there. This coupled with her the annoying hen gossip of her mother and grandmother probably had Tammy thinking she was coming up in the world. I took things further playing jealous pulling her into my lap as I started rifling through her stuff making it look random as I opened her contacts perusing them for a few seconds before Tammy intervened.

“Damn you going through my shit; what’re you looking for?”

“Where the naked pictures?” This got a genuine laugh from my host as she pried her phone from my hands showing me some laughable pics obviously taken in her bathroom at home or here in her grandmother’s house.

“Happy?” She chortled holding her phone level with my face like it was some big reveal.

“Ah, I could do better.” This earned me a slight elbow to the side as she sat in my lap with her dense little butt planted right on my business.

“That’s messed up; you don’t like my body?”

“I like it just fine; I said I could take a better pic of this ass back here Tammy.”

“HEY!” She realized her butt was being palmed chortling playfully.

“Well, I could.” I admitted.

“Okay smarty pants, do it how would you do it, then.” Tammy shoved her phone into my hand then pinched my bottom lip playfully.

“Lay on your stomach.”

“HUH?!”

“Seriously Tammy? You were just gargling my nuts, now you’re shy?” I earned another playful shove responding with a grope of her right tit making her all giggly and jumpy slapping my hand away. She didn’t notice the pointed look on my face as I mentally maneuvered out of the way of an incoming bullet.

“Alright, but you better not be showing it to your friends.” She hopped out of my lap mounting the couch on all fours looking back at me grinning before plopping down on her belly butt facing the ceiling.

“Panties.”

“What?” She sounded worried for a second, but I knew I had to sell it.

“Lose the panties; you want me to have something special, like better than your boyfriend Chauncey, right?” Tammy half turned, looking at me resting her cheek on a fist.

“Man, you’re really worried I got a man, huh? Well, okay but this is only for you and nobody else.” I almost facepalmed as she wagged a finger in front of my face.

“Okay let me see your booty, Tammy.”

“Chill!” She giggled rolling onto her belly shooting me a look as she pinched the waistband of her cotton panties.

“WELL, TAMMY?!” I prodded in a falsetto tone making her laugh.

I was presented with a solid looking almost rigid looking pair of buns that looked a shade darker than the rest of her body. Tammy chortled thinking she was giving me my fondest wish in that moment. I got my phone out while snapping a few pics one handed muting and dialing up a number before pocketing it.

“Don’t try anything.” She giggled with a slight snort.

“TAM-MEEE!!” Grandma Mosely’s voice bellowed down a nearby stairwell out of nowhere making her granddaughter predictably act as if Godzilla were on the horizon. Her movements were quick and sharp moving so fast even I was caught off guard.

She scrambled around the floor snatching up her clothes as I heard something heavy hit the floor.

“TAMMY!!” The loud voice was coming closer as Tammy panicked putting her brassiere on backward. Her movements were shaky and fueled by sheer terror. She accidentally snapped a bra strap and almost tore her t-shirt getting it on as she motioned for me to dress. I’d forgot to put on my pants watching her.

“TAM-MEEE!!!” I heard this sound like some random things were being tossed into the stairwell above us.

“Hey, you gotta get outta here; you don’t want my granny finding you down here!”

“You ain’t gonna give me your number?!” I fished out my phone holding it in both hands secretly enjoying her distress.

“Shit!” Tammy snatched my android tapping her digits at the speed of light. While herding me towards the back door leading into the yard.

“YOU HEAR ME?!! TAM-MEEE!! WHERE YOU AT GIRL?!! I’M GONNA PUT THAT STRAP ON YOU!! TAM-MEEE!!” Tammy was haphazardly dressed fumbling loudly with the door finally shoving me out into the backyard. I nearly fell over barely catching myself as the back door slammed in my face.

“TAAA-MEEEEARRGH!!” It sounded like Granny Mosely was right on top of her as I heard the opposite door shaking profusely almost off the hinges.

I got up dusting myself off walking to the alley and my car dialing up a friend.

“WHAT YOU WANT?!”

“A favor.” I was behind the wheel pulling my seatbelt over snapping it into place.

“A FAVOR?!!”

“Yeah, I’m going to text you a number and I want you to call this girl and tell her that you’re going to kick her ass if she doesn’t leave your man alone. Make it real street and shit, feel free to improvise but it’s got to be threatening. Like Mr. T in Rocky 3 threatening, okay?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“Do I even wanna know?” My android suddenly chirped with an incoming pic that I’d already taken moments earlier.

“Not necessary, but here’s some reference.” I forwarded the pic.

A minute later loud masculine sounding laughter erupted from my phone as I sat behind my wheel facepalming, embarrassed.

“DAMN BRUH!! AHAAHAHA, YOU LACKING?!! YOU IN NEED?!! ARE YOU FOR REAL?!! AHAHAHA!! IS IT THAT BAD?!!” There was nothing I could do but take my medicine for making a stupid decision in the heat of the moment.

“Rashida.”

“HUNDRED DOLLARS!” She shouted loud enough to make my ears ring.

“Call right away and make it good, make it wicked.” I forwarded her the money on cash app.

“Surprised you didn’t drop by and see me; it’s been a while and Jaquan misses you too. Funny, we were just talking about you the other day and…”

“Take care of it.” I clicked off killing the conversation.

I pulled off down the alley to the strains of “When a Woman’s Fed up” by R. Kelly taking my leave of the area. I’d decided to hire a guy to do my mother’s lawn the next time she called. It was a bit of covering my ass with the Mosely family denying Tammy the opportunity to come in close contact with me and equal parts avoiding memories about Vicky Stone. It had been a while since her funeral, and I still woke up with tears streaming down my face most mornings. I’d like to say I was sorry for hanging up on Rashida, but I wasn’t. Not in the least.

There was no denying she had been a part of the toxic negativity that ended when I took back my power by trashing her formerly untouchable clique. Finding out she was collateral damage mind fucked from day one by her leader. I sort of adopted her, socially speaking and the readily available sex any time I wanted, was incentive enough. Rashida Sikes was always available to me since I took her under my wing giving her a glow up the same day, I dropped a neutron bomb of sorts on her workplace. Associates tentative, stripped her salon workplace clean.

Rashida was predictably left to take the blame, forced to admit she’d been sleeping with me the night it went down. We’d shot content for my website but were mostly just having an illicit affair made so by the fact that her leader and soon to be former best friend ousted me from their circle. After things were over with her finding out that she was a dupe, we just never discussed things further. I kind of went my own way leaving her to assume whatever she thought we were, people, friends with benefits or just drifting in life. I found that I didn’t feel anything one way or the other.

My relationship with Jaquan was another thing altogether. He had a child with my former mortal enemy.

“Hello?” My phone started ringing as I was approaching my new home.

“Uh hello, it’s Tammy.” She was speaking barely above a whisper.

“Oh, missed me already?”

“Well, uh I think…we should be friends, yeah.”

“Excuse me.”

“Look we should dial it back and uh, take our time because we just got started too quick. Maybe, we’re going in different directions and shit.”

“TAMMY!”

“Uh, maybe we should take a break.” I was a struggle not to laugh outright as she talked like we were in some sort of relationship for a minute.

There was no doubt Tammy would misrepresent herself to associates about our connection after an afternoon that saw her top me off a few times before I came to my senses. She had the possibility to be a liability in the future and I knew things had to be nipped in the bud. I’d invaded her phone stealing Grandma Mosely’s phone number covertly waking the nosy matriarch up while Tammy was distracted. Thus, I was allowed to escape her inexperienced web with no blowback coming afterwards. She’d never seen Rashida but saw the other women visiting my home and my impromptu make out session with Charity Gilbert on my front lawn. That was enough.

“Hey, did somebody call you? Like a few minutes ago?!” I dialed it up.

“Uh.” It sounded like Tammy was caught off guard.

“DID BONQESHA CALL YOU?!! I KNEW SHE WAS IN MY PHONE!! DON’T LISTEN TO HER!! SHE JUST GOT OUT OF JAIL!! TAMMY?!! WE GOOD, RIGHT!! SHE DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!! SHE ON PAROLE ANYWAY!!”

“Oh wow, you are like, such a dog.”

“I just went by to drop some child supp-uh, money off. That girl don’t mean anything to me Tammy; you’re better than her. You’re one of the good ones, a real life virgin. There’s so much I want to teach you about sex, uh love.”

“I’m gonna go now.”

“Tammy?” She hung up in my face right before I burst into laughter. I shot Rashida an extra hundred as I pulled down the block to my new place of residence.

My phone started ringing as I tooled down the freeway without a care in the world.

“I sent you another hundred; what now Rashida?”

“Uhm, want your money back?” She sounded pensive.

“Spill.”

“Come by for a minute and talk shit over with me face to face, bruh.” This didn’t sound like a booty call, but I was antsy knowing I owed her one.

“Five minutes.” I hung up.

I made it there in four slowly driving up the block weighing my options, wondering if the unknown reason she wanted to talk had something to do with my cousin Jaquan. This was further driven home when I found Rashida standing on the front lawn with Little Daisy Kelly. I hadn’t seen her in months and there she was dressed like a little princess in a nice dress with a tiara on her head. Rashida was wearing this bright colored African print romper that made her exaggerated curves pop. I was surprised when Daisy walked up to the passenger side window as I lowered it. Rashida hung back.

“Hello princess, did you want to see me?”

“Hardly, but I’m not one to miss an opportunity since you’ve been in hiding all this time after what you did to my mom.” I glanced over her shoulder looking at Rashida who was far away enough that perhaps she couldn’t hear the younger Miss Kelly’s actual speaking voice.

“Look, that’s none of your business Daisy.”

“Not trying to trigger you; but maybe some therapy would do you a world of good. The parentals speak in hushed tone around me, but I know everything. I like you because you can keep a secret; I made you something.” Daisy leaned closer to the window revealing a drawing she’d made.

The baby narcissist dropped the picture onto my passenger seat as we exchanged glances pointedly. Her own narrow slanted lime green eyes made it hard to look away from her face, but I managed to peer down at the pic.

“What is this?” I picked it up staring at it, confused.

“I don’t know how open minded you are, but I was uh, compelled to make this for you. Sometimes, I see things in my sleep, and I can’t get it out of my head until I draw it. Think of this as me doing you a solid.” Little Daisy Kelly’s eyes never wavered or dipped away from mine.

The crayon colored picture depicted what amounted to a drawing of her family illustrated slightly above stick figures in the middle of the piece of construction paper. The father and daughter were holding hands while the mother figure drawn with lighter hues like Daisy, was lying down with an exaggerated sad face. Off to the immediate right at the top of the drawing, was this big black thing that looked like a cloud. I stared at it trying to figure out what was going on when I noticed that she’d taken the time to draw a pair of slanted lime green eyes on it matching the ones on her mother and child effigies in pic.

“What is this all about; if you want me to apologize to your mother, I’m afraid I can’t do that Daisy. I’ll never do that and I’m sorry if that hurts you but…”

“Give me your email fool.” She cut me off looking way older than her years in a manner that would’ve scared her clueless father.

“Why?”

“There’s something I need to…OH YOU BAD, I SAID DON’T COME OVER RASHIDA!!” Little Daisy Kelly slipped quickly back into “toddler talk” as Rashida popped up beside her looking in my window. Rashida was also in the dark about the toddler’s hidden genius, making me one of three in the know including her mother and the girl herself.

“Sorry princess girl, but your daddy coming up the block and he wants me to put you in the baby seat.”

“YOU GO WITH HIM, I WANT ICE CREAM WITH MY COUSIN!” Daisy was laying it on thick, but I was the only one the wiser as Jaquan pulled up beside me rolling his passenger side window down. I suddenly felt trapped like a rat wanting to pull off even if it meant side swiping his sports car. His little girl was still too close to my car along with Rashida.

“Long time no see cuz.” He looked relaxed leaning over to the side facing my open driver’s side window.

“Hey, sorry about that Jaquan.” My heart was thumping so loud, I was sure everyone could hear it.

“It’s cool, I know you had some stuff to work out and I know you’re okay. I’m uh, just saying that you can always come over and hang out for a few days. You hungry? Got some barbecue, made up fresh this morning.”

“DADDY!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO GIVE HIM BAD FOOD!! NOW I’M GONNA HAVE TO TELL….” Little Daisy Kelly’s voice trailed off drawing my attention to her as Rashida knelt by my window tending her to her concerned. Daisy turned to her wrapping her arms around her babysitter. Jaquan got out of his car taking Daisy from Rashida cradling the little girl in his arms.

“It’s okay, daddy ain’t gonna hurt nobody; still wanna get ice cream, huh baby?” She nodded timidly. I watched him place his daughter in her car seat before addressing me with this drained expression on his face.

“Stay up, and fun bruh. You know how we do it, huh?!” Jaquan managed to put up a jovial façade as he got behind the wheel.

“JAQUAN!” Rashida shouted, motioning towards little Daisy Kelly. I looked in my side mirror finding her unique slanted eyes trained on me as my cousin started to pull off.

“You better worry about that rent money!” He shouted back with a laugh pulling off thankfully taking his daughter’s gaze off of me. Rashida was making an okay stipend from our joint endeavors and doing freelance hair work on the side. We didn’t shoot in a minute due to the drama and my sabbatical. My website was chugging along on surplus footage I’d collected over several months. I hadn’t updated her tier and maybe that was intentional.

“Don’t listen to him, I’m paid up; that negro barely even asks anymore, so I just hit that cash app.”

“You guys aren’t taking it out in trade?” My question was sideways, but she ignored it as I turned on the ignition.

“WAIT! Don’t you wanna know why I wanted you to come over here?”

“It wasn’t to see little Daisy Kelly?”

“She heard me laughing at your narrow butt on the phone and asked if you were coming by; said she missed her uncle cousin. She’s so cute, but NO… I uh, should be mad at you, but you out here on the streets slumming with some busted females. You don’t like me no more?”

“Get in here and find out.” I glanced over at her with a half-smile finding one matching my own. Both of us knew each other epically and biblically to a fault. I popped the lock intending to take off with Rashida to the nearest hotel and stuff her box until her eyes popped out.

“Well, I’d love to but, uhm…” She hesitated making me raise a brow. Rashida Sikes hadn’t denied me since we managed to get over the hill with our first hookup in that bathroom a while ago. I was intrigued thinking the obvious.

“Oh, got a boyfriend, huh?” I chortled raising a brow.

“No, I ain’t got time for no boyfriend negro.”

“I’m your boyfriend, get in here.” Rashida chuckled looking slightly flushed despite her mocha skin tone.

“Cut it out, I uhm. Need a favor.”

“Rashida.” I wasn’t in the mood for shenanigans.

“Man, you round here in these streets messing with bitches that’s lacking and shit. I can’t allow that because you would be throwing dirt on me and all the baddies you already hooked up with. Did you even look at that pic you sent me, huh bruh? Did you fuck that bacon booty bitch?”

“Bacon booty?”

“Her ass was fucked off looking like somebody fried it in a dirty skillet on a busted stove; shit was blacker than my face bruh, nah ain’t no fucking way negro! Man, you bet not have fucked that hood rat! Did you bang that hoe?!”

“No, but she was a virgin.” I admitted.

“BIG DUH!” I started laughing at the cartoonish expression she made in response to my answer.

“Bitch, you wanna get tuned up? Jaquan ain’t in there girl; wanna get your ass clapped, Rashida?!” I went for my seat belt, but her upper half invaded my car through the passenger side window grabbing my bicep.

“Damn, you quick with it daddy! Hold up, we talking, alright?!” Something was definitely fishy.

“What the fuck Rashida?”

“Give a minute.”

“Sixty seconds and I’m out whether you want to hop in or not.” I gave her cheek a pinch making her chuckle a little.

“Man, you’ve changed, a lot.”

“Spill.”

“Well, uhm I was thinking maybe since uh, you’re in such a giving mood with these local crab apple bitches, you wouldn’t mind…” Her explanation trailed off. I looked away from her narrow face blinking profusely as I realized her gambit.

“ARE YOU TRYING TO FIX ME UP WITH SOMEBODY?!”

“Come on bruh.” Rashida shrugged.

“I’M OUT!” I went to turn the ignition, but she grabbed my wrist with authority. We jostled for a few moments as Rashida tried to snatch my keys.

“COME ON HEAR ME OUT!” We messed around wrestling a bit before I settled down finding humor that her huge badonkadunk kept me from fully pulling her into my car. I went lax reclining as I reclined turning the drivers seat into a lazy boy.

“What’s her name?”

“Uhm, Delia.” I perked up looking at Rashida as she shrank backwards.

“Why does that name sound familiar?”

“Forget about that bruh, this some guaranteed ass and after what I saw you messing today, you should be thanking me. Hell, you should be lining my pockets with another C-note instead of you getting that donation back I earned getting you out of trouble. Man, if you think about it, I’m doing you a favor with this shit! Tripping, just cause I wanna help you and my girl out, simultaneously. A bitch down on her luck sexually speaking and you wanna judge. I could’ve took her to the club, but I thought about my big homie first, and now you wanna act brand new when you messing out on the curb with bacon bits. That weak ass fe-fail don’t even look like she wash her ass.”

“STOP THE SHOW BUSINESS!” I cut her off.

“57 inches.” Rashida shot back bringing silence to the car.

“Huh?”

“57 inches; did I stutter, nigga?”

I slowly rolled my head back in her direction.

“Delia?”

“Yeah, she ain’t had nothing for a minute after her man bounced; uhm, that fool cheated.”

“Rashida!” I was tired of the show business and disparaging hard sell.

“34D-30-57, five foot eleven redbone, little bit country.” I leaned forward on the steering wheel pondering the stats. Rashida was going hard in the paint as I glanced at her noncommittal. I motioned towards my side of the car getting her to come to my window. Rashida didn’t flinch when I let my arm hang out of the window palming a handful of her enormous donk.

“What’s the trick bag?”

“Nothing.” Rashida didn’t react to my hand planted in the middle of her huge butt just sort of relaxing with an arm resting on top of my car. I started rubbing her wide expanse trying to get a reaction, but she was relaxed.

“You don’t wanna come with me? I’ll take you back to that motel we were at that time.” I offered seeing if she would waver, but Rashida didn’t bulge reaching into the car pinching my cheek instead.

“My girl needs to get out and get something, if you know what I mean? If you can’t handle a sure thing, just say so.”

“Bitch.” My left hand smacked her butt making it barely jiggle. The material of her romper was wafer thin and I could feel her skin underneath letting my fingers do the walking until I encountered the tiny thong hidden underneath. This made Rashida casually swat my hand away.

“I told Delia the shit was going down; so, you gonna take her out, or what?”

“Damn, okay baby two c-notes.” I barely stifled a laugh as Rashida groaned, yanking my ear lobe making me cry out. The hand on her butt was yanked away roughly and shoved into my driver’s side window as she stalked off. I didn’t miss a beat rolling the passenger side window up half way and locking the door on Jaquan’s side of the street. I looked ahead through the windshield not wanting to see the monstrosity that would likely walk out of Jaquan’s house. I turned up my music filling the car with the instrumental from Jill Scott’s “Blessed” waiting for disaster.

I felt this nervous squiggly energy run up my back as I heard Delia trying the door handle while my eyes were glued to my cash app.

“Choot!!” Delia replied as the two hundred I’d sent to Rashida earlier was returned to my bank account. I chortled turning towards the half opened passenger window, finding myself looking at a wasp waist and some two tiered wide saddlebag hips in this hot pink bodycon dress. I could see the outline of her panties underneath the skintight dress lowering the window.

“SORRY, I WAS TEXTING!” I lied popping the door lock even though Delia was already in the process of reaching inside to presumably let herself into my ride.

Delia snatched at the door already flustered necessitating me to reach over for the handle from my side. She kept pulling on her side, almost going into a panic attack.

“HOLD UP BABY!” She managed to let go still visible from the waist down to the top of her hips as Rashida appeared on the lawn again looking concerned. I was given pause feeling she was probably watching from one of the windows in Jaquan’s living room.

“EVERYTHIGN OKAY?!!” Rashida shouted as Delia turned all the way around facing her giving me the back view. I was instantly smitten with the packed pear shaped monstrosity protruding at a nice angle from her lower back becoming this muted shelf of soft looking flesh partially molded into shape by the laser sharp visible panty line.

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO COME OUT, I GOT THIS ON LOCK, OKAY?!!” Delia surprised me with this chirpy voice that admonished Rashida for her concern. Delia had this syrupy accent I couldn’t place but sounded somewhat southern.

“Well excuse me all to hell Ms. Thang!” Rashida stalked off again glancing back towards the car like she knew I was fucking around. Delia watched her walk off as I noticed an expensive looking box purse hanging from her far shoulder that I knew belonged to Rashida. Things started to come into perspective as Delia threw open my door, planting her butt on the passenger seat.

“Oh.” I was caught off guard finding myself looking at her visage which was this goofy looking version of Zendaya. She had a light smattering of barely there freckles across a face that was professionally made up probably by her cohort Rashida Sikes.

This woman was a good six feet and maybe some change with a lean sort of lanky physical aesthetic above the waist with a womanlier figure below. Her thighs were full, but softer looking than Rashida’s stallion class legs matching the same shape and volume. The garish bodycon dress did nothing to hide what was probably some sort of il-fitting demicup brassiere failing to cover her large, slightly pendulous breasts.

“I’m Delia Dupree, pleased to meet you.” Everything about her posture and nervous energy read desperation as I introduced myself. The purse which had been picked out for her hit the floor as she went to shake my hand with sweaty palms.

Ms. Delia Dupree went after it like it would fly out the window bumping her forehead on the window with an audible thud. I pulled the purse up by the long thin strap planting it in her lap right over her crotch as she favored her forehead.

“Are you okay Delia?”

“I’m alright, got a really hard head nothing some Advil can’t fix right up.” She still had my hand caught between hers as I found myself looking at her face wondering why it was so familiar.

“Uh, you don’t mind, do you?” I motioned towards my hands captured between both of hers and she nervously let go, still holding them in that position for a few seconds before remembering herself. I half turned in my seat checking her out with an arm propped up on the steering wheel. Delia looked nervous trying to figure out what to say sort of messing with her hair which was done up in this curl bun which I also recognized as Rashida’s handiwork.

“Sorry it’s been a long time since I got out and I really wanna thank you for agreeing to spend a little time with someone like me. I’m not as pretty as Rashida and I know I’m a little overweight, but at least I’m packing a lot of back. Guess I didn’t lose that at the gym, huh? Rashida’s been helping me out, like on the laptop computer thing doing remote workouts and stuff. Uhm, gotta work on my legs so they won’t be so fucking flabby. Whew, just a lot to take in and shit; got out here on that red eye flight. I suppose I’m still jetlagged or something. Uhm, yeah right.”

Delia was stammering making me feel like she thought I was some big deal instead of a regular guy who got lucky on occasion.

“Uhm, can I ask you a question?” She gulped looking nervous.

“Yeah.” Delia sounded unsure.

“Do we uh, know each other; I feel like I know you from, somewhere?” Delia jostled, turning her upper half in the passenger seat facing me.

“Well, uh, I kind of, know about you. WAIT-A-MINUTE! Uh, I know you through Rashida cause we been friends for a long time since our last year of high school. We used to hang out tough, then I kind of moved around, well not voluntarily because my people went back to the gulf coast, uh Louisiana. See, Rashida is my girl, and we like, talk on face time a lot…and uh, I guess we met on there, huh?”

The jumbled garbage coming out of her mouth was almost indecipherable requiring me to sit in silence for all of three minutes unraveling the whole thing as I made the connection looking from her face down to her feet. There were a pair of platform wedge sandals on her feet, the kind with the ties that went around the calves. They were pink, hot pink. Delia looked as if she would upchuck when my gaze traveled back to her face exclusively.

She flinched when I pointed at her, one brow raised.

“It was you.”

“HUH?!”

“On facetime, when I “GOT RASHIDA” for the first time; it was the first time we did it and she was screwing around messing with me when I was in the shower…YEAH! Delia, were you one of the women on that facetime when she Bum rushed me in Renee’s bathroom?”

“YEAH, THAT WAS ME!” She started laughing nervously as I put the pieces together, feeling embarrassed in the moment. I’d been exposed that day in my birthday suit when Rashida exposed me snatching the shower curtain open phone in hand with her sewing circle on facetime. I managed to turn the tables on her which began our long sexual relationship.

“Shit.” I sat back facepalming now realizing why Rashida was taking the long route trying to get me paired up with Delia. I looked at my “date” through parted fingers of the hand blanketing my face, now embarrassed.

She looked overly anxious with this nervous smile on her face.

“Aw, you saw me naked; shit you watched me hook up with Rashida. I’m embarrassed as fuck.”

“Why, you’ve got a cute little narrow butt.” She gulped at the end of the sentence failing to catch herself before foot was launched firmly into mouth.

“Aw shit, times a thousand.”

“Uhm, I didn’t…well, you kind of got my girl there in that bathroom. Rashida is so strong and uh, independent with it, but you just uh, tamed her. Really put it on my girl and I, well…Uh, I heard you ain’t got no girlfriend no more, so I figured… well.”

“Who told you that?” I sat upright looking at her with a static expression devoid of emotion.

“Rashida.” Her words trailed off as she looked at my face, eyes giving away her sudden anxiety.

I smiled, turning on the ignition.

“Okay.”

I pulled off casually driving a few feet down the block before using an empty parking space to make a U-turn hitting the gas speeding back past my cousin’s house towards the slanted north end of the street. Delia was making small talk, but I couldn’t hear a word she said. There was this slight ringing in my ear as I recalled the earlier moment in the day in my old backyard thinking of Vickie Stone out of the blue.

That night was my fondest memory because it led into her true and honest declaration of love for me. She was delivered to me in the middle of the night by her cousin Demon who was irritated with her for being dishonest with me. After trying to take my head off, she more or less declared her love for me. The following day Vickie would tell me in earnest that she wanted me, exclusively. After that I would be blindsided by the Machiavellian schemes of a woman and her toadies which included Rashida Sikes at the time.

When it was all said and done, I ended up breaking Ms. Sikes to her core by revealing the truth of her friendship with a woman who’d never looked at her as anything other than a tool. I broke a tool and refashioned it into something to use myself fueled by stark, blatant honesty and nuclear sexual desire. Sometimes I felt like the very thing I hated.

Sometimes I felt like the woman I hated with all that was left of my shattered heart.

“Hey, what is this?”

“A motel.” I’d pulled into a shady hood motel that was also part of my personal history.

It was the same place that I lured Rashida Sikes to on the night some criminal associates of mine jacked and stripped her place of employment clean. A salon owned and run by the woman who’d ruined my chance at experiencing true love. Everything that wasn’t taken was unceremoniously dumped in the yard right behind the building also containing her home and an impromptu studio space she was using to produce rival content after duping me out of my share of that business. Rashida was instantaneously booted out of everything she knew.

“You ain’t gonna take me to no movie, dinner or nothing?” Delia sat hunched over with her hands on her knees as I looked at her manicured nails, also painted hot pink as well as her toenails.

She looked like an American car.

She looked like a repurposed Edsel, the greatest automotive failure of all time.

Lipstick on a pig.

“I can’t fuck, Delia?” I asked hunched over with my hands at the top of my steering wheel. My expression remained static and cold, but I knew she wouldn’t notice.

“Uh, I thought there might be a date in front of the fucking.”

“Delia, I can’t fuck?”

We sat there in the open parking lot in muted silence listening to “In My Bed” by Dru Hill. As far as I was concerned there was nothing else to say from my side of the fence. I wasn’t looking at her directly, but I was peering into the past remembering her in that bathroom with Rashida watching us fuck intently. There were other women on that group call initially, but Delia was the only one that stayed through the whole thing until Rashida cut her off. Back in the day, the thirst was that real and I had no intention of going through some dog and pony show out in public with this creep. Delia Dupree admitted as much when she outed herself moments earlier.

“Yeah.”

I got out of the car slamming the door behind me.

“HEY!” Delia called after me as I started towards the manager’s widow to rent a room.

“What now?”

“Don’t you need some money, for the room?” Her arm hung out of the passenger side window, hundred dollar bill in hand.

The dispatch styled window at the manager’s office was deeply tinted leaving me with no idea who I was renting a room from, but I could feel some sort of glare radiating through. This guy would obviously think I was using the services of a street walker as I noticed a few milling about while paying for a night on the cheap with my date’s money. The unseen manager was even nice enough to give me the room directly in front of my Honda Civic. Delia got out of the car the moment the buzzer started up sounding like some humongous house fly clicking our room.

Outside of my car Delia cut an imposing figure height wise with her footwear giving her nearly a head and a half over my six feet and some change. The bodycon dress and its garish color made her stand out like a neon sign as I noticed some random patrons of ill-repute taking notice. One thuggish fellow had already started a powerwalk in her direction while some thirsty looking middle-aged guy stood a few feet away suddenly digging out his wallet looking inside it almost trembling. I beat them all to the punch moving with purpose popping my trunk which made the men scatter like roaches.

The star attraction was her own unique donk which looked halfway between solid and watery as she walked unintentionally putting something extra in her step like she knew I was watching. Her panties cut into the flesh like a bikini bottom leaving a good portion of her buttocks bulging outward with this really loose rubbery jiggle. The footwear enhanced her lanky gait making it appear she was doing some sort of runway walk. I retrieved a roll of condoms pocketing them before snatching a thin bottle of lube out of the trunk. The middle-aged guy was still standing there watching mouth hanging open as she grabbed the buzzing door.

I secured my car obscuring Delia from prying eyes wrapping my arms around her abdomen lightly pushing her inside with my growing tumescence as an unlikely prod. She went inside without reaction, feeling my interest framing her cheeks vertically. I used my foot to slam the door shut loudly getting a whiff of another familiar fragrance I’d brought for Rashida in the past. Ms. Sikes, it seems, was paying it forward responsible for this woman’s transformation. I stopped us just inside the door not letting her take another step pressed into her back.

I could feel her lightly trembling while her breath was audible in these muted huffs. She was genuinely nervous.

“Delia, can I take control?”

“Yep.” She sort of blurted out, instantly stifling herself.

My hands went to her sides feeling her narrowness sliding down to the roundness of her hips then over her belly finding her pillow soft to the touch. Delia started breathing heavily when I cupped her breasts detecting the underwire that was shoring up the shape of her somewhat pendulous breasts. They were overly malleable to the touch as I squeezed and fondled them like balls of freshly homemade clay. Her nipples were big squarish nubs of flesh heralding her mounting excitement as I pinched and flicked them with the tips of my fingers.

“Aw, yeah.” Delia loosened up with a breathy moan that she also stifled as my hands slid down her sides over her overly widened hips around to the front of her thighs. A surprised gasp escaped her lips when all ten of my fingers framed the triangular shape of her mound in a V-shaped pattern. More moans and gasps escaped her as I gave her muff an intense massage until her long legs went rubbery, knees knocking together.

I cupped her sex harder rubbing her slit intensely with the tips of my left hand while the other squeezed her right tit mashing it between greedy fingers before sliding a strap off that shoulder. Her neck was long and slender attracting my lips and teeth. Delia started whimpering and whining in alternating volumes filling the modest motel room with audible evidence of her mounting lust. My actions pushed the material of her form fitting dress between her fluffy inner thighs allowing me to feel the dampness. I kept rubbing intently pressing my middle fingers into her slit.

Delia arched her back pushing her big butt into my crotch. She started grinding vertically and horizontally not so much twerking, just responding instinctually to the overt stimulus. I kept at it until I could feel the seat of her panties finding that I’d forced them between some really wet and soapy feeling lower lips. Delia’s labia were soft feeling parting easily allowing my middle fingers inside. I didn’t go after her sweet spot but settled on rubbing her inner grooves which set off fireworks.

“AW SHIT!! AW YEAH!! MY PUSSY SO WET-MMMRGGHH!!” I shoved four fingers inside her mouth gagging her as I curved those middle finger into her g-spot frigging her manically. Wet, soapy sounds filled the motel room as Delia’s head dipped backward almost headbutting me. The business end of my prick sunk vertically into the crack of her big butt creating an epic wedgie. She went after the other strap on her left shoulder drawing it down as I jilled her pussy into a messy pie. The thin straps of the brassiere underneath were exposed.

My right hand yanked down on the cleavage line of her dress making her breasts spill outward with a watery jiggle. Delia started working the dress down until it was suspended covering only her midsection. My pumping fingers sent my blind date nearly into hysterics as she went over bent at the waist with the top of her head pointed at her feet. This resulted in Delia looking as if she were folded in two, forcing the offending digits out of her snatch.

“Delia, am I still in control?”

“Oh yeah.” She answered breezily, legs trembling.

“Put your hands palms flat, on the floor and spread your legs wide.” She was wheezing and huffing, but managed to flatten her palms even though her feet were adorned with the wedge sandals. Her above average height was a boon for me. There was no doubt she didn’t know what was coming as I unbuckled and unzipped exposing my erection.

Her dress became this bit of flimsy material around her midsection like a tummy tamer as her unique looking badonkadunk came into view covered just as skintight by a pair of maiden form white bikini panties. Delia Dupree’s big butt was a revelation telling me that she’d undergone a significant weight loss as evidenced by a substantial lattice of acute stretchmarks at the junction where her hips met her thighs and the space right above her deep gluteal cleft. Her skin was sweaty and spongy to the touch yielding all too much to my greedy touch. I spread her apart wide exposing both openings. Her slit was larger than I anticipated while her rear entrance had been used previously to great effect.

“I got condoms in my purse.” Delia whimpered huffing from my efforts. She’d clearly thought ahead along with Rashida before my consent was even secured.

“I got some too Delia, and you know what?” I tore open the golden packet sheathing my tumescence in protection.

“What?”

“We’re gonna use all of them, yours and mine.”

She was so wet there was almost no friction as I went balls deep sexually swinging for the fences. Her butt was wider bent over and just as floppy and loose clapping automatically as I pounded sand in a modified version of doggy-style known as standing pleasure.

“AW AWK AW, SHIT!!” Delia’s cheeks spread way farther apart than I expected. There was this flapping motion created by my feverish thrusts. Her uniquely large buttocks had the consistency of semi-solid water balloons slapping loosely against my pelvis as I gave it to her so hard, it felt like I was hitting something rock solid at the back of her cunt. Delia managed my invading thrusts palms flattened by slightly rocking and bending her knees. This put a subtle wrenching motion on my length with these vertical wrenching motions. She was really wet.

“YOU-GETTING-AH, AW-YOU GETTING IT!! AW FUCK!! AW SHIT!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! GOT IT NOW RIGHT CHERE!!” Delia’s syrupy accent made its return as I plowed her box mercilessly.

Her movements were more deliberate now as that sloppy malleable butt bounced on my cock. I provided an anchor and support holding onto her wide arching pillow soft hips. Delia’s skin was so soft in that area, that my fingertips disappeared into the flesh, nails hidden from view. Her pussy was beyond wet and creamy to the point, that she began sprinkling in an almost steady stream of her essence. This made me go for broke doing my best to thump and shatter that hard spot at the back of her box. This woman’s shapely legs started to wobble and tremble with increasing frequency, making her cry out some more. It sounded like she was being criminally garroted.

“YA’LL BEATING MY GUTS!! AW WHAT YOU DOING BACK THERE?!! I SHOULD A COME WITH MY TENNY SHOES!!” Several motion ripples flowed across the surface of her big fifty plus inches in these crescent shapes of varying intensities. It was like peering into a pond as you tossed pebbles, one after the other. Delia’s legs wobbled making her knees knock together. She would’ve faceplanted if I weren’t holding her upright. I added another layer to my game using a finger to hook her panties in front of her overly long slit, pulled out, then intentionally wrapped my cock around the material to add extra friction to our coupling.

“EW-WEE, EW-WEEE, EW-WEEEE!! GOT IT NOW BOY!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! GET IT GOOD!! FUCK ME HARDER!!” In response, I pounded her cunt so hard, the loud wet slaps engulfed the motel room in stereo quality as my jeans dropped to my knees from the kinetic motion. Those motion ripples were all over the place as her wobbly buttocks shook and changed shape as I varied the angel of my thrusts obliterating her honeypot.

“SHEET!! SHEET!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! AW SHIT!! YOU GON HAVE ME ON THAT THERE REDEYE ALL THE TIME!! AHM GONNA LOSE MUH-SELF!! YA’LL PUSHING THE BUTTON DOWN THERE!! YA’LL THUMPIN MY PUSSY SO GOOD!!” I could barely understand her recalling she said she originated from the gulf coast proper. It became clear that Delia had probably taken a trip just for this moment. This explained a lot about her without direct communication.

“YOU MAKING ME-YOU MAKIN-IT!! EW-WEE!! EW-WEEEE!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! YOU GONNA MAKE ME, AW FUCK!! OH MAIN!! OH SHEET!! BEAT IT UP FOR ME!! CHOOT!! GET IT BOY!! OH-EW-WEEE!! BREAK THAT PUSS-SEE!! AW!” Several bursts of moisture exploded from this long lean bottom-heavy woman as her legs started to give out shaking uncontrollably. It seemed as if she would start hopping on my thrusting prick which made me push a leg forward between her legs hitting her from an angle. Delia Dupree was babbling incoherent gibberish at this point.

I took a step forward with the other leg as she moved the opposite leg forward on the worn thin carpeting. My next move was to advance a half step with her predictably moving as well. This continued until Delia ended up at the edge of the mattress. This was a single bed room different from the double beds upstairs where’d I’d once romped with her friend Rashida for a whole night knowing her world would implode with the rising sun.

“FUG!! AW SHEET YA’LL!! AW MAN YOU GETTING IT!! AHM BOUT TO WET IT UP!! I’M GONNA CUM!! CHOOT!!” I went in hard swinging my hips slamming up into her with the force of a wrecking ball until her knees knocked one final time colliding together as she dropped on all fours disengaging us. I leaned over her still on custody of her overly pliable hips.

“Go on, just a little bit further up on the bed.” I encouraged, getting Delia to climb up on the end of the mattress propping her butt up with a deep arch in her lower back. I got the impression at some point in her life Delia was probably rail thin before the weight appeared. It was the way in which her lower back arched when she was on all fours.

I got naked as fast as I could kneeling on the bed on her side facing the door. Instead of mounting her right away, I wrapped my left arm around the curve of her big butt sinking three fingers inside her snatch curved up into her G-spot. Delia responded with this guttural groan and a long shrill whine trembling profusely. I managed to create those motion ripples again as she rolled her hips eventually bucking backward into my invading digits. Delia twerked on my hand as I yanked up on her panties giving her that epic wedgie again.

“CHOOT!! CHOOT!! POUND ME DOWN BAE-BEEEE!!! AW FAWK!! YOU MEDDLING ME REAL TOUGH!! FUG MAN!!” Her honey drenched dialect reminded me briefly of my Auntie Esther. It was wholly southern and genuine. Her big loose heart shaped caboose was wagging like a bitch in heat all over the place. I was obliged to hit it bull dog style. The wet claps of our bumping uglies were deafening. Miss Dupree was taken to the limit faceplanting on the bedding, sobbing.

Her legs, long as Rashida’s and just as shapely albeit without the intense definition parted wider and her shoulders signaling the onset of this long torturous orgasm that took her completely. She stiffened up locking limbs grunting with each and every thrust as my balls slapped audibly against her slit getting splashes of her oily juices. To any outsider close enough to our motel room, it probably sounded as if she were being paddled and spanked mercilessly.

At the height of her climax, I pulled out substituting my fingers pressing down intensely on her g-spot, frigging it.

“AW CHOOT!! CHOOT!!! DADDY!! FUCK MAN!! THAT’S WHY SHE CALL YOU DADDY!! BA-BEEE!! I’M GONNA…!!” Delia shouted tremors erupted all over her body as I observed goosebumps popping up all over the surface of her big butt. There were just as many on her arms and probably other places on her person as well. I kept it up frigging her to nirvana as she wagged her tail, bucking and twerking like someone set her aflame. Several bursts of liquid splashed out of her cunt followed by a steady stream of clear liquid which prompted me to remove my fingers in retreat.

Delia flopped face down on the mattress gasping, pretty much inert matter.

“Oh, my gawd.”

She was breathing heavily, apparently unable to move as I stood up looking down at my unsatisfied erection. The form fitting dress was still around her midsection and her panties were partially covering her left buttock with the rest hidden from view. My erection stood out in front of my body pointing at her prone body, unsatisfied. I peeled the condom off, tossing it aside and replenishing it with a new one. My hands gingerly pulled the panties free of her body tossing them aside before Delia was roughly turned over on her back looking up into my face.

“Can I cum too, Delia?” I asked as her eyes went saucer wide at the sight of me stroking my member.

“Uhm…” She looked as if she wanted to run.

“Can you open it up and let me see it, Delia?”

“Let you see it?”

“Yeah, your pussy.” I reiterated still casually stroking my member as she watched mouth starting to hang open in abject sexual horror, before slightly nodding

“Serious?”

“Yeah.”

“SERIOUS?!!” Delia shrieked.

She stared back at me silently for a few seconds like she expected me to walk it back or something. I didn’t falter.

Delia reached down with both hands covering her mound making this V-shape with her hands mimicking my motions when we entered the room. She carefully parted her lower lips revealing the rich, glistening interior of her honeypot. The exterior of her cunt was pretty much one very long crease that appeared visually larger than it should upon inspection. She spread her labia wider huffing audibly encouraged by the visible twitching of my cock. She looked at once hungry for more licking her lips impatient.

“Put it inside baby boy.” She cooed.

My balls slammed down into her entrance repeatedly as I began plunging her cunt with these vertical long strokes in custody of her ankles. Delia Dupree was surprisingly limber enough that I was able to spread her legs wide apart like a wishbone and push them up into her abdomen. The flexibility was off the chart, making Miss Dupree a static stationary target for the pile driver thrusts that were obliterating her box. She probably thought I was looking for oil deep in her snatch.

Her feet were level with the sides of my head soles facing the motel room ceiling. I got a good look at her sloping, decidedly watery breasts encased in this really nice demi-cup brassiere. It was an underwire balconette type that cupped and shaped her slightly flaccid offerings from the bottom making offerings visually enticing. Without the artificial help, this woman would’ve had some top shelf spirits akin to two deflated balloons with nipples pointing at her feet. She was about the same age as her fairy godmother Rashida Sikes but had telling stretchmarks at her armpits and some visible on her upper breasts. There were some on the outer edges of her tummy as well.

“AW!! AAWWW!!! RIGHT DERE!! RIGHT DERE!! POUND IT DOWN!! BEAT THAS SHIT UP!! OH, FUG BOY!! SHEET!!” Delia’s quarter sized areolas started to make an appearance bulging and bouncing over the edges of the cups defying their help in her fraudulent overtures towards me. A lot of work went into this woman’s look on Rashida’s part which spoke to more than a simple hookup. I cursed myself inside for being unable to stop strategic thinking. I’d picked up the habit during my own trials and seemed unable to turn it off. It was reflexive, like a sixth sense.

“AW FUGGIT!! I’M GONNA GO!! SHEET!! YOU GONNA MAKE ME PEE MUH-SELF!! DON’T STOP BOY!! CHOOT!!” Her head began rolling around on the top of her neck like it was detached as I wrapped her tightly in my arms squeezing the life out of the woman interlocking my fingers in the middle of her back. Miss Dupree’s thin upper half was blanketed underneath me so tight, she was only able to see my face as she gasped and huffed blowing heated gusts in my face as my butt rabbited fiercely into her crotch pummeling her snatch raw. It was the lady’s prerogative after all.

“LIL MO!! LIL MO!! LIL MO AND AHM GUNNA WET MUH-SELF!! AH SHEET!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! LI-MO BABY!!!” Delia’s face was twisted up into an ugly mask akin to giving child birth. I watched her skin change color, becoming this crimson pinkish tone akin to cayenne pepper. She was feeling it stronger than before, going into the zone, eyes rolling up into her head. I reared up with my knees wide apart under her butt. My hands went to work rolling the form fitting sleeve of a dress upward until Delia finished things drawing it away from her body tossing it only the floor leaving her shoes as the only thing on her body. At this point I was vertical, pressing my palms flat on her inner thighs. Her head bobbed and dipped as she stole a glance downward at my cock dipping into her virtue.

The slit that made up the entrance to her opening really was longer than one would expect hiding this moderately tight and narrow cunt that seemed to dip at a downward angle. My prick looked like it was bending as splashes of her essence made the proceedings gooey and wet beyond belief. Her hands were squeezing my forearms in intervals between cupping and pinching a deflated breast, rolling that hardened nipple. Delia suckled two fingers trying to pacify herself as I noticed immediately hitting her embattled puss with a wicked series of thrusts that broke the dam a second time.

“SHET!! SHEET!! SHIT!!!” Delia screamed to the rafters as this geyser like burst exploded from her snatch splashing both of us. The minute that first burst hit, I plopped out jumping back watching. Her hand shot down rubbing her clit alternately slapping the shit out of it as more bursts followed just as powerful. I just stood there as she massaged and rubbed the rest of her climax out, still sporting a raging erection of my own.

“Are you serious; are you for real?” Delia eventually noticed.

The bed was a soaked mess with a big stain emanating in a wet pyramid shape from her splayed apart legs which were hooked over its edge resting flat on the frayed motel carpet. both of her arms were raised above her head on the mattress as she took glances at my erection before facepalming with a chortle that became this labored gasp.

“Sure you didn’t take a blue pill when I wasn’t looking or something?”

“You don’t think you’re sexy enough to make me this fucking hard, Delia?” I retorted in monotone fashion looking at the body I’d just plowed to oblivion. There was no emotion, nothing. I wasn’t even sweating or breathing hard.

Delia covered her face with both hands this time, giggling to herself.

“Now I see why Rashida likes you so much, oh fuck. Boy, can make the panties drop on speed dial! I just keep remembering how she “GOT-GOT” in Renee’s motherfucking bathroom and shit. You trained that bitch and now you gonna end up training my big ass, too! Aw shit this was so worth it, busting a check to fly over here and get some good motherfucking pene! Nigga, I wanna pay you for that! Ow, you got my shit straight throbbing man!”

“Delia.”

She looked at the static expression on my face again, then at my erection pointed directly at her face.

“Man, you’re for real, ain’t you?”

“Can I cum too Delia?”

Her face turned towards the opposite wall laughing to herself like some mad scientist before drifting back at me and my insistent erection.

“Uhm, can you just give me a few minutes; My shit is messed up and I need to pee.”

“Too much information.”

“Sorry, but can you help me up? My legs are shot out baby.” I reached down picking Delia up in my arms like we were newlyweds carrying her into the bathroom.

I had no trouble planting her big butt on the toilet. Contact with the seat triggered an immediate and very audible purge of the woman’s bladder. I retched internally looking at Delia beyond her outward appearance seeing the annoying creature who’d remained behind watching me screw a member of her sewing circle while the rest of the clique bowed out. There was no doubt that time she’d masturbated as well, joining in surreptitiously through overt voyeurism. My thoughts drifted to Delia comments about me not having a girlfriend anymore.

“What?” I half smirked at her peering down at her spread legs on the toilet seat.

She had some really thick, weathered thighs matching Rashida’s stallion brand thickness. Delia’s obvious weight loss left her with this noticeable thigh gap almost square shaped defined by her mound and immediate inner thighs. More negative space than you would’ve thought before seeing it outright. With a sustained workout, it was possible she might one day match her friend and cohort, if she worked hard enough. But I was getting lazy vibes.

“What boy?”

It was her syrupy southern tinged slang and the repeated replaying of that insensitive comment about my dead girlfriend that prompted me to aim my cock at that negative space taking a bathroom break of my own. The stream didn’t touch her jiggly thighs at all, but Delia looked up at me surprised, still doing her business. She reached over to the sink at her left side turning on the water, testing its warmth as her other hand reached up snatching down a motel hand towel shoving it under the stream as I finished. Delia applied the warm towel to my cock cleaning it. She even took the bar of hard soap wetting it before lathering up the towel cleaning my business.

“You needs a good old fashioned country woman to take care of you proper; all you gotta do is give her all that sweet loving and keep her feeling good and a country bitch will be ready to jump in front of a bullet for you. I wouldn’t let you work or nothing if you was my man; just keep you up in my house to fuck me when I drop my paycheck in your lap every other Friday. Shit, I’d tell my girls that can’t come over no more cause of you.”

Her fingers encircled the base of my shaft as she used that towel wrapped around my prick to give me a rough impassioned hand job. The soap was a perfect lubricant as she beat me off while ranting more to herself than me.

“Honestly, I was mad when you drove me over here to fuck without even buying me a bite to eat or nothing. I was like, pissed cause you just acted like it was in the bag and shit; but you changed the game on me, boy. Ain’t never been fucked like that before, Earl ain’t never put it to me all good like you did. Aw shit, your thing is so hard.”

“Who the fuck is Earl?”

“My uh, ex-boyfriend and shit; we broke up cause he ain’t about it. Just playing his dumb video games and snacking all damn day without a care in the world. He okay with working six days at the plant and coming home doing the bare minimum. That nigga don’t even take care of his self, he fatter than I used to be now, can’t even see his little ass dick over his gut! Didn’t wanna go to the gym with me, wouldn’t even fucking do the online shit with me when Rashida was working out with me on the computer. He’s lacking, fucking useless. That nigga ain’t…”

“DON’T SAY THAT SHIT IN FRONT OF ME!!” I cut her off staring at her through squinted eyes because of the standard insult I’d heard repeatedly throughout my childhood and my early adult life before being kicked out of the home I’d grown up in by my mother. I’d heard that generational insult directed at my wayward father throughout my childhood and while he lived up to it, I never stopped hating it.

“Sorry, didn’t mean nothing by it.” Delia apologized, realizing her misstep as my features softened. I looked right through her finding that she kept adverting her eyes almost out of shame. This woman had a story to tell.

“Did you really come down here to go on a blind date?”

“Well, I was gonna try my luck at Shakey Jim’s, that’s a local bar…. but uhm, then Rashida told me not to give it up to no hood niggas all because I got brand new and uh, it would be a waste, right? She said I should like, do it with somebody who appreciates me, and I was like, uh…I ain’t got nobody like that. I REALLY DON’T! So, just to let you know, I lost a lot of weight, seriously after my uh, surgery. I got this job at a big box warehouse making some good money for once and even got a really nice health insurance situation going on with 401K too. I went in for one of them checkups just like normal people do, and my doctor said I qualified for that, uh weight loss surgery.”

Her voice trailed off as she realized she’d given up some unnecessary information.

“Well, I got that surgery, and it was real hard afterwards with the recovery and all. I ended up back in the hospital a couple of times before they made it clear I couldn’t keep eating and laying round like I used to do. Said I could mess myself up if I didn’t change my life and all, so I was really fucked up. Rashida was there for me helping me out with a gym membership and even bought me a laptop so we could work out remotely. I’d probably be dead now if it wasn’t for her. She helped me get a hundred and forty pounds trimmed off of my fat tail. Shit, you would’ve never touched me after that surgery. I looked like a deflated balloon, but my girl helped me get into fitness.”

“Congratulations Delia.”

“Yeah thanks; I found my real body under all the flab. Honestly, I just didn’t see it personally cause I was just doing my thing, but men started hollering more and more, but when I looked in the mirror, I just saw the same dumpy fat bust down. Earl wasn’t no fucking help telling me he like me the way I was before but wanting me to bend over for him every night. Didn’t want me before unless we were drunk… so, just kept working out and eating mostly right and here I am today.”

“Having sex in a motel room.” I added getting a self-aware facial reaction for the first time since we’d met.

“Yeah, I got flew out by my best friend; we was going clubbing tonight, then she switched it up. We were already joking and playing the dozens about that time you busted her down in that bathroom when she kinda, offered. Said you were out for the streets messing with hood rats, then showed me a picture of some jacked up hoe saying you were needing some “good-ghud” and everything. Choot, I may have mentioned that time a little too much, so she said; well, she said she’d fix us up. Helped me get ready, but I never thought it would happen.”

“Why?”

“Well, look at you all medium cute with a nice body and a really good dick while I’m just, repackaged. I know how I look right here, right now with all this ass and legs, but the last time I was skinny was in my junior year of high school. And I didn’t have no titties or butt, was just a long tall Stringbean Sally. Man, when I look at what I got right now, it feels like my old body and my new is fighting each other meeting in the middle. Hell, I’m no different than them reused computers you can get on the cheap down at Walmart on Black Fucking Friday!”

“Is that how you really feel?”

“Well yeah, Rashida always had it together while I was a walking blimp. Back in the day I always thought I’d be the “fat friend” hanging out with the hot girls especially when Renee popped up. I was up here in the city living with my auntie for the last three years of high school and Rashida was my golden ticket. People accepted me because we were friends. Then that motherfucking light skinned hoe showed up getting in the way of our friendship. I knew it was over for me if she stuck around because it was obvious, I was the thumb on the hand. Had to do something.”

“What did you do Delia?” Her hand was casually stroking my length as she recounted her past.

“Everybody was clowning me more than usual and Rashida was noticing less and less, so I stepped up. That Renee bitch was ignoring me, and I got tired of looking at the back of her head. I wasn’t as fat as I ended up, but really chunky with nothing up front or in the back either, so I was getting called Lurch from the fucking Adams Family because of that and my height. I’ll never forget those three days of hell, because I tried to start something with Renee, but Rashida shut it down, then they ghosted me the next day and the third…”

“What happened?”

“Renee caught up with me early in the morning. You see, my auntie used to have to drop me off at school real early like around six in the morning; I’ll never forget that shit. It was raining real hard outside, and I was sitting in the cafeteria by myself in the back when Renee showed up in a hoodie all matching in white and shit. She had her hair tied off in a ponytail, so I knew it was on. You know her too, right? She was standing behind me just staring like she was trying to burn a hole in my head until somebody told me she was looking. Then when I got up ready to thump, she turned around and walked out of the back of the cafeteria. I thought she was running …”

“You chased her?”

“Yeah, I ran after that chalk ass bitch with some people, but they were boys who couldn’t follow us. Renee was doing this fast walking shit, not running but just moving quick enough that I had to run. At our old high school, the gym locker rooms were in the basement, so I had to run down two flights of stairs while she was walking ahead enough to make me run. I got inside the locker room an fucked up. Renee was hiding behind the door, and she clocked me in the back of the head with a fucking combination lock. Man, she locked the door with a keyring, the one the janitors have putting her back to it waiting for me to get up. Those fucking eyes of hers…fucking scary.”

“You fought?”

“It was weird because she wasn’t talking, just looking me in the face. The key chain was sticking out of the door so I thought I would smash her ass and nope out like a thief in the night. I don’ t know what it was, but she just stared waiting and for a moment…”

“What?”

“I could see myself.”

“Huh?”

“Like I was looking through her eyes at, well me. Felt crazy and sort of weird that I got dizzy for a second. Renee tossed me that combination lock telling me that I was getting what I wanted. Then, she beat the living shit out of me like an animal or something. REALLY BEAT ME!! Like we were in jail or something and there was nowhere I could go because she locked herself inside with me. That bitch fights like a street nigga, fucking wolverine ass shit too; she fucked up my face punching and clawing it up even when I couldn’t fight back no more. If you didn’t know, Renee has a mean streak on some criminally insane shit. She stomped on my stomach with both feet, then yanked my shirt up over my head while I was laying down. Bitch threw a tantrum yanking and pulling on my bra until she got it off my chest, then clawed and punched out my titties before beating me in the stomach and pussy until I pissed myself. You know what she did after that?”

I didn’t answer shocked at hearing this story.

“She turned me over on my back, spit in my face and washed the blood off her hands. She was looking at my face in the mirror not saying shit with my bra on the edge of the sink. I was so scared, I just stayed there on the floor, quiet. Those eyes kept looking at me scaring the shit out of me and she knew it. Renee kept looking right before she turned out the lights in the locker room. I didn’t know what was gonna happen. It took me a long time to get brave enough to get up and turn those lights on. Renee had already left, and I was so scared, I cut school that day.”

I was floored standing in front of Delia in that motel bathroom as she continued.

“I was so scared that I was gonna cut class for the rest of the week, but that wasn’t gonna happen. I looked on Facebook later that afternoon seeing some pics of Renee kicking it with Rashida, both of them unbothered, as fuck. Do you know that bitch changed her clothes wearing some completely different shit? That’s when I knew she came to get me personally that morning. I told myself it happened because she just ran across me that morning, but no it was intentional and not over. Rashida thought I jumped Renee and that’s why she had to fight back; then I was getting sweated at gym by the teachers real hard. She told her counselor I was bullying her, and they made us hug it out. Renee whispered in my ear that we were fighting again, right after school.”

“Serious?”

“Yeah, that milk looking hoe had me shook all day. It felt like some Freddy Krueger ass shit on the real. Rashida still thought I was fucking with her, and I thought both of them were gonna jump me. People were sweating me hard for being a bully, but in the end I folded. I went on bended knee two periods before the fight was supposed to happen and begged her forgiveness in front of a bunch of people. Thank God she let up with that business and just made me her toadie until I went back home with my folks in the middle of senior year. Earlier that day she texted me a picture of my auntie’s crib, probably from a burner phone…straight psycho. Yeah, she was nuts; acted like we were cool the next day and shit went back to normal. Fuck, she was even going out of her way to be nice to me.”

“Why do you think that was, Delia?”

“Don’t have to think, she told me.” I was curious.

“What did she say?”

“I’m sorry for letting it out; I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”

“What?”

“Told me she had evil locked up inside, and that it came out when she got really upset or if people fucked with her. I guess I triggered her when I grabbed her hair trying to start a fight because I was worried about being kicked out of our little group. I said I was sorry again and she started crying real hard; I had to hug her, boy, it was that bad. We were really cool after that, and I never talked about it until today. Sometimes, it’s like the shit never happened, but I’ll tell you I was real fucking happy when I had to go back with my folks because we just talked on the phone after that. Renee couldn’t get her hands on me no more. We’re cool, but I just like keeping her at a distance.”

“Rashida still talk to her?” My heart started thumping as my nostrils flared, but Delia didn’t notice.

“HELL NO!! Something happened between them a while back and they’re on the outs! Fuck, Rashida looked like she wanted to fight when I asked about Renee and that cute little girl of hers. I didn’t wanna ask anything else, but I think it had to do with money. I ain’t seen her like that since back in the day, and when she got jumped by the crazy chick she used to work with; I think her name was uhm, Yoli. Yeah, that’s right; Renee helped her get back on that bitch, real good. Wouldn’t even let Rashida take part. I don’t know where she got them bitches from.”

“DELIA!” I didn’t want to hear about any more of my past lovers recounted from a different point of view.

“Talking too much, uh sorry but I tend to do that shit, a lot.” I was still standing there with her hand on my junk. Delia never stopped stroking, but the towel had lost most of its wetness as I listened to the hidden history of a former mortal enemy.

“I get it.” She dropped the towel in the sink as I took the opportunity to get in the standup shower pondering all I’d heard comparing notes that were needless now.

I remembered Renee’s response to Vickie’s open challenge to meet somewhere and knuckle up. She just laughed while I sat beside her thinking, she responded out of sophistication but now realizing Renee might’ve savaged Vickie in regretful hindsight. Her ego would’ve never allowed her to publicly “fight” over her baby daddy’s cousin. Renee was criminally strategic to a fault even protecting Rashida from criminal persecution by getting some other women to assault Yoli forbidding her from getting involved. There was no doubt she was protecting an “asset” that she still wanted to use for her own purposes. Yoli was presently somewhere far away in rehab.

At least that’s what I was told; but it felt like her parents the Van Allen’s were rug sweeping the more I thought about it as Delia opened the sliding door getting in beside me. She took the soap shifting in front of me getting under the spray. She towered over me as I looked down at the bottom of the standup shower.

“Delia?”

“Yeah?” She looked back over her shoulder at me, smiling.

“You might want to uh, take off your shoes.”

“Aw shit.” The pink wedge sandals were still on her feet, now soaked in soapy water.

I didn’t laugh but allowed her to use my shoulder to balance as she lost the heels tossing them into the bathroom sink. We washed lathered up and generally groped and played with one another getting our collective pervs on, but I staved off avoiding my own gratification as we bumped uglies. I was leaning against the shower wall handling her small waist with my erection inserted into Delia’s thigh gap. We were bumping and slapping together with her labia sandwiching my prick. Miss Dupree begged off intercourse still wanting a break.

“Still want to go out to dinner and a movie?”

“Uhm….it’s like, eleven at night; are you hungry?” She asked.

“For some more of this.” My hand landed on her ass right in the middle squeezing both soapy cheeks. Delia chuckled nervously leaning in close to my face breathing hard as I groped and slapped those fifty-seven inches making them jiggle and wobble loosely.

“Are you trying to break my coochie?”

“Maybe, got a problem with that?” I slid some fingers up the crack of her ass looking at her face trying to figure out if I should kiss her. Delia Dupree was more than willing, obviously. Me, that was another story.

“You wanna get it all, don’t you?” She ran a finger along my sternum coming in closer for a kiss under the steamy spray.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t want it all?” My blind date did a doubletake.

“Damn, you’re real slick with the words, ain’t you?”

Instead of answering, I pushed the tips of my fingers between her folds making Delia’s eyes flutter as her mouth dropped. I took it further spreading her big cheeks apart exposing everything under the spray looking to diddle the absolute stuffing out of her intermittently mashing the halves around my plunging cock. It looked like she would kiss me but settled on suckling my neck instead. I probably ended up with several hickies before she reared back staring at my face.

“Thank you.”

“For what, Delia?”

“Making me feel sexy; I never had that before. Even with Earl, it always felt like I was some consolation prize to the men I hooked up with. He didn’t want me at first, but settled after he couldn’t get with one of my friends. We just kept hooking up and eventually moved in together. Uhm, after I saw you with Rashida on facetime; I never stopped thinking about it. Guess I’m pretty pathetic, huh?”

I cupped her chin looking intently into her eyes as I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. Delia let me lead her out of the shower and face her towards the mirror over the bathroom sink. She was still taller without her heels, but I stood behind her with my arms wrapped around her torso, arms under her breasts. She was confronted with her own reflection. Her hair was a mess all over her head. Rashida’s good work was undone. It wasn’t midnight yet for this Cinderella.

“Tell me what you see Delia.”

“A loser.”

“Well, I see survivor’s guilt; you went through life with no self-esteem and your exterior started to reflect that lack of belief in yourself. You’ve managed to dig out your true physicality, your REAL appearance underneath, and you can’t believe it because you told yourself that shit. You too cowardly to admit that what you see now, right here in this mirror, is what you would’ve become naturally over time without the bullshit self-inflicted negativity.”

Delia tried to look back at me, but I cupped the underside of her chin making her look at herself.

“How long have you been married?”

“HOW DID YOU KNOW?!”

“You told me; see, I can read between the lines Delia. So, how long you been married, and how many kids do you have?”

“HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?”

“I pay attention to detail.” My free hand rubbed her stomach tracing the telltale stretch marks visible there and at her sides. The proliferation of them spoke to more than one probable child.

“Uhm, I…” She stammered, voice trailing off still looking at her own reflection.

“Answer me.”

“Uh, been married up with Earl about eleven years, three babies and we uh, separated though.”

“That’s not true.”

“He been staying at his friend’s house; come by take care of the kids when I’m working until, I get back and then he goes to his job. He works graveyard, and we uh, do what we can. This is…well, I needed a break. Uhm, I’m just here for a minute, okay? I’m going back home on the red eye Sunday night. Hey, everybody needs a break sometimes, ya’ll hear? He cheated on me, too; ain’t like I’m being shady or nothing! I-AIN’T CHEATING! You understand, huh?! He don’t own me just because… JUST BECASUE I LOST WEIGHT DON’T MEAN I GOTTA ACT RIGHT! I’m…bad.”

“What are you going to do now Delia?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, if you don’t know, can I have you?” She half turned at the hip looking at my face, emotionally tortured. Delia turned all the way around facing me with a tucked chin. Her height unfettered still put her half an inch taller making it easy for me to use a finger to bring her down into a full kiss full of tongue. She broke it conflicted.

“Well, what are you gonna do with me?”

“Show you to the world.”

**********************************************************************************************THREE HOURS LATER…

“Uhm, thanks for tonight.”

“Get out.”

Delia sat there beside me outside of my cousin Jaquan’s house staring at my profile. It took her a minute as she ran her hand through her unkempt hair with mascara running down her cheeks as she gave me a heartened smile manually unlocking the passenger side door of my car. She was still hunched over and had been that way since we left the motel sometime after two in the morning. Delia retrieved the greasy box containing the half-eaten pizza she’d ordered and paid for on her own dime. I was nice enough to let her sleep for thirty minutes before rousing her at this late hour.

“Sorry, about everything.” My blind date half toppled out of the car with the box under arm held like a library book taken out.

Once she was out, I locked the door automatically from my side watching Delia do the walk of shame across the lawn to the front door at the side of Jaquan’s house. Her cheap dress rode up exposing her naked buttocks as she continually tugged down on it, eventually giving up at the edge of the lawn next to the living room window.

Miss Delia Dupree’s panties hung from my rear view mirror.

Three minutes later Rashida appeared walking across the lawn in a floppy bonnet, a standard t-shirt that read “Pillow Fight” across the front and a pair of skintight yoga running shorts that I’m sure didn’t start out that way. My muse didn’t look too pleased as she bent over at the passenger side window staring at the static expression on my face, then at her friend’s panties hanging a few inches from the rear view mirror.

“Why’d you put her in the mix?”

“Business.”

“That’s my girl, you can’t be posting her on that site because…”

“She’s married and cheating on her husband with a clueless nigga who didn’t get the cliff notes beforehand from the person he thought would understand and have his back after all the motherfucking drama they’ve been through together. The person he respects enough not to throw her fucking past up in her face like receipts for how she should bow the fuck down and represent for the nigga that let her out of the Faustian deal she didn’t even know she was in with a malignant, trifling ass narcissist who was pretending to be her best fucking friend.”

Rashida didn’t say anything, but she looked, shook.

“The friend who thinks spreading my personal business around her sewing circle about my DEAD GIRLFRIEND is the GODDAMN WAY to GO with her BIG, FROG MOUTH, EQUALLY TRIFLING HOME GIRL!! Delia signed that fucking nondisclosure agreement, Rashida. Renee taught me well, didn’t, she?”

Rashida squatted next to the open car window looking as if she were trying to think of something to say.

“Thanks for passing me around; you got any more friends in there you want me to FUCK, huh bitch?”

“Sorry.”

“Fuck your sorry, get your ass in here.” I demanded irate.

She tried the door finding it locked as I popped the lock on the back door at her side of the car. Rashida got in without hesitation as I pulled off turning up my music hitting the same U-turn from hours earlier with her friend Delia. I glanced at her in my rear view mirror sitting there in the darkness of my ride as I tooled down the angled side street right onto the freeway at a clip. Rashida sat there with her hands on top of her big thighs looking out the backseat window to her right unwilling to meet my gaze even when I got off in an area, I knew she wasn’t familiar with near my old house. There was a little activity facially when I pulled into a winding wooded road at one side of the forest preserves.

“Where are we?”

“Forest preserves, this is the only side that’s still open at this time of night because the city never fixed the fence and that sensor at the entrance. Some drunk asshole ran into it with his truck, and since its over here at the edge of the hood, they just left it like this. You know, people do shady shit out here, Rashida.”

“Are you gonna do some shady shit?”

I didn’t say anything tooling up the winding road until an opening appeared with an open parking lot facing this large open field bordered on one side by a kids playground and a few basketball courts. There was sparse overhead lighting as I pulled into a parking space right in the center of the paved area. Rashida got antsy when I turned off the ignition and cracked my driver’s side door after popping the trunk.

“WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO?!!” She shouted when I got out walking to the back.

Rashida popped the lock about to jump out when I popped up at her side of the car scaring her enough to flop backward on the seat stallion legs in the air, soles facing me for an epic mule kick that would’ve destroyed my abdomen if launched.

“Huh?” She noticed the bag of snacks in my hand and the camera bag hanging from my shoulder, raising a brow.

“Hey Rashida, can you let the seats up and push towards the front?” She sat up picking at the bonnet on her head as I put the bags through the window before retrieving a big thick quilt I kept in the trunk. I tossed this into my car as she did what I asked, looking puzzled as I got in beside her.

“What’re we doing?”

“Movie; don’t you wanna see how your girl did when I put her in the mix?” Rashida relaxed slumping her shoulders next to me as I set up my laptop between the folded seats.

“YOU REALLY BROUGHT ME OUT HERE FOR THIS?!!” Her masculine tone made a comeback along with her signature mean mug. I perked up looking at her with a remote in my hand. We were separated by the quilt, camera bag and snack s stacked between us.

“Yeah, I like this location and always wanted to do this; sort of like going to the drive-in. What’d you think we were going to do out here?”

“Uhm, nothing?” I did a doubletake.

“Did, you think I was going to hurt you?” Rashida looked embarrassed.

“Thought we were gonna do it.”