DAMN SHE THICK - 5X5

"Ah, I should've known." Yoli was sitting on the curb talking on her phone smoking a square, waiting for me. She greeted me with an overly wide smile that made her mouth look bigger than it actually was, hanging up.

"Definitely feeling the love here, man." She was sitting hunched over on the edge of the curb with her back arched almost in cat like fashion. Her weird white collared, multi colored shirt and weathered high water jeans left her thin ankles exposed over some crappy looking Sketchers.

"So, you okay with having me over?"

"I volunteered, come on dude; my place is right over here across the street."

"Alright, I don't wanna get criminalized for having a penis, mind you?" Yoli stopped mid step turning to me face frozen in a horrific clownish grimace as she guffawed in nerdy fashion.

"Rashida really got you up in your feelings, huh?"

"Man, fuck her."

I was honest as Yoli took my arm leading me across the street to her home which was a Victorian or Romanesque two flat that looked like it had a fair share of history. Yoli seemed positively stoked to have someone over to her place explaining that she got a stipend from her parents how lived out in the North Suburbs earning the rest of her money as Renee's employee while attending college downtown. I didn't have much to offer in the way of conversation myself, admitting that I'd recently graduated from high school with a stint in community college looming. We traversed a narrow stairwell up to the second floor which felt a bit claustrophobic for my tastes as she produced a key suspended from a chain about her neck unlocking the door.

"Hey, don't judge, I gotta lot of stuff."

Her words proved vaguely descriptive as I found a two bedroom apartment stuffed to the gills with all manner of collectibles, clothing strewn about and what had to be the single greatest collection of bongs, I'd ever seen in one place. I found a skimpy pair of panties under foot which Yoli quickly snatched up them hiding behind her back.

"So, what do you think?"

"I take the fifth; in good faith." Yoli smiled throwing me off because I was used to aggression from the last few women I'd dealt with other than the criminally connected Mintzy.

Yoli picked up some of the clutter from her own coffee table moving some of her bongs to an adjacent shelf stuffed full of books, movies and various action figures. There was a huge, frayed leather couch in front of the table and a similarly stuffed entertainment center with a large flat screen at its center. I noticed a PlayStation console on the floor in front of the television and a Call of Duty game frozen mid game. Yoli cleared off a stack of errant papers, patting a place on the couch for me to sit as she crawled around on the hardwood floor retrieving a power strip.

"You can set up right here on the table, just watch my strip cause it's a little janky."

Yoli continued picking up around her place making it more habitable even spraying some air freshener in an attempt to dispel the omnipresent odor of weed. She proved to an adept gamer playing within her own bubble while I sat working until some ordered takeout arrived. Yoli insisted we sit on the floor in front of her television pausing her game to play some anime.

"So, you struck out with Rashida, huh?" Yoli asked between bites from a vegan egg roll.

"No, I busted her back out; gave that salty bitch something to live for Yoli. She gonna remember me every time she sit down." I replied eating combination rice out of a paper container.

"You didn't do that shit; that didn't happen."

"Of course not, she acted like some kind of naïve school girl having her first time. It was like pulling fucking teeth just to get the little bit of footage I ended up with."

"Why'd you do it, then?"

"Renee wanted us to work together."

"REALLY, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!" Yoli lit up at the mention of our mutual benefactors.

"What's your deal?" I was greeted with her nerdy laughter again for a few seconds waiting until it subsided.

"That had to be awkward for you after Rashida embarrassed you in front of everybody; I mean the beautiful woman you hooked up with, asking you to do another one of her friends in less than twenty four hours. Sounds kind of like getting passed around if you ask me."

"Did she just tell everybody about that?"

"No, I didn't know shit about you hooking up with Renee until you told me just now."

"Well fuck me; give yourself a pat on the back, Yoli." She snickered again calming herself with a sip of Thai ice tea.

"Don't be that way, I was just having a bit of fun at your expense. Sorry for prying and all, but I think it's awesome that you've hooked up with Renee. She's so beautiful, focused and powerful in a way I could never be; it's jarring sometimes when you realize how she started out with that fucking Jaquan guy. That fucker burned away all the softness, all the innocence leaving this veritable Valkyrie standing strong."

"That fucking Jaquan guy is my cousin." She raised an eyebrow, mouth agape.

"So the circle is closed; wow man, that's some bad ass karma to revisit upon her oppressor, you know?"

"Yoli?"

"Yeah?"

"How long have you been into Renee Kelly?"

Yoli was sitting across her me Indian style with her plate between her legs. Her head dipped low looking into that plate contemplating an answer. Her feelings were a plain as the nose on her face, but I'd just wanted to be boorish to parry her nosey overtures into my personal business.

"Well, my parents actually put me out, sticking me in this apartment because they were just tired of me, I guess. They pay the rent and utilities but not much else while stipulating that I stay in school. I was getting by with odd jobs and temp agencies, but it wasn't really my bag of tea. Renee hired me, took me in under her wing and what not."

"Love at first sight?"

"She hired me right off the street, taught me how to do hair more or less. It's just something about her that really makes my panties wet, alright?"

"Too much information."

"You asked; I remember this one time she asked me up to her place. I was so stoked thinking we were about to do it, but she just wanted me to watch Daisy while she went shopping. I felt like such a fucking asshole; so I kind of keep my issues under the hat, you know?"

"I get it; what are you gonna do about it?"

"Working on it; matter of fact, I'm a work in progress."

"That's the only reason you wanted me to come over here; wanted to find out if I slept with Renee, huh?"

"I think you're cool, but I just had to know. I wish I could get five minutes with her; man I'd make the most out of that shit." She continued eating, her expression somewhat somber with a ceremonial smile still reading across her features.

"Did your parents put you out because you were gay?"

"I classify myself as sexually fluid, and no; at least I'd like to think my expulsion was motivated by my excessive collecting habits. Maybe you're right because my boyfriend at the time, caught me giving a classmate some "hand magic" and more; he fucking snitched on me. Goddam crybaby thought we were still gonna be together after that."

"Sorry Yoli."

"So, what was it like being with Renee?"

"Really; are you serious?"

"Come on, can't you give a little back?" The look on Yoli's face told me she was serious, almost a bit desperate in fact.

"What can I really say Yoli? I have to admit she was in driver's seat from the minute we started. I got my ass handed to me, honestly. She screwed the shit out of me with no fucks given and I couldn't be happier. There's no way some guy like me would ever hook up with a woman like her if she didn't want it. Yeah, I was dominated."

"You go down on her?"

"Yeah, I was happy to do that; in fact, Renee had to beat me off that pussy or I would've kept eating until she passed out." Yoli's nerdy laughter struck me funny as she patted me on the back, coughing a bit from the humor of my words.

"You couldn't hang, huh?"

"Eh, not normally but she's got serious skills; stop asking."

"Come on, humor me."

"Well, I'll say this about her; I called her a bitch. She got pissed and told me that she was gonna fuck me until I apologized and meant it."

"You apologize?"

"Several times." Her resultant laughter was infectious leaving us both nearly rolling about on the floor. Yoli was a good enough host cleaning up our plates and collateral garbage while I returned to my work uploading the finished teaser trailer.

"Hey, you drink wine?" Yoli appeared at the edge of her living room with two champagne glasses.

"I wouldn't turn down a glass."

"Okay, cool." She disappeared from the doorway walking down the hallway presumably to the kitchen.

Her apartment cluttered as it was, had the familiar barbel esthetic I'd found earlier at Renee's place albeit on a much smaller, cramped scale. Hero Academia was playing on screen as I watched the titular big haired hero on screen fighting some other hero in a fight tournament of sorts. Yoli's footfalls alerted me to her return as I peered over at the living room entrance.

"Uhm, okay." Yoli was wearing a pair of yellow spike heels, and nothing else. A wine bottle tapped her hip as she smiled, her face noticeably made up.

Caught off guard, Yoli presented a long and lean figure with pronounced hips over legs that seemed to go on forever. Her yellowish skin tone seemed to almost glow golden in the glare of the afternoon sun filtering into her second floor window. Her small, pert breasts sloped naturally from her chest invitingly, almost conical in nature. I'd have to say she possessed the perfect swim suit body of a model, sans the aforementioned bikini. The goofy smile on her face resulted from my reaction adding a child-like mischievous nature to things.

"Sexually fluid." Yoli reiterated.

She offered the bottle with a smile prompting me to get up and extend my glass. Yoli filled my glass and her own clinking hers against mine before we took a drink. She filled my glass again but just watched as I emptied it before realizing her hand cupping the underside off my package. I was nearly a head taller than her, prompting her to tug on my shirt until I lowered my head down meeting her waiting lips.

"Sexually fluid?"

Yoli smiled handing me her glass nudging me aside with her bottle to mount the leather sofa vertically on her knees facing away from me. She glanced back over her shoulder taking a sip from her bottle slowly twerking her hips getting a noticeable clap her the subtle action. Despite her lean, model build, Yoli had a deceptive heart shaped derriere that was somewhere between flat and full with more than enough jiggle to it. That cute ass was her secret weapon getting an immediate physical reaction out of me. I carefully set the glasses on her table next to my laptop matching the grin on her face. Yoli giggled going a little harder taking another sip as she managed to get an audible clap from her cheeks.

"Yeah, you're sexually fluid alright."

I slipped my own navy blue t-shirt off, both of us smiling goofily caught up in the budding moment before unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. Despite her skin tone, there was just the faintest traces of tan lines from her underwear. I snagged a condom from my open bag under her watchful eye still chuckling as she had a third sip of the bubbly, waiting. I mounted the couch on my knees directly behind Yoli completely covering her slim figure with my own feeling the curve of her slightly loose butt pressed against my crotch. I hooked my head over her left shoulder with a smirk as she pressed the bottle to my lips.

My hand cupped her lightly furred muff using my middle fingers to caress her slit as I took a sip of wine. I found entrance inside feeling her shudder and shiver as my thumb teased her clit. I placed the condom on the back of the couch between her elbows and breasts dipping my fingers inside deeper. Yoli rolled her shoulders responding to the dual sensation as I lightly kissed her neck allowing my tongue to dart out in ticklish fashion.

My fingers took Yoli first dipping and massaging her inner grooves and clit in an excellent display of dexterity. She responded with throaty gasps pushing and grinding into my crotch with her butt, eventually bumping back with increasing intensity. The sounds she made skewed towards sensual distress and whimpers fueling my efforts to jill her off. My hips pushed into her backward bumps as we found symbiosis. I traced a slimy trail along her jaw line suckling on her earlobe. This sent tremors through Yoli's body as the bottle fell to the floor behind the couch with a muted thud. The condom in my hand was pinched away in selfish fashion allowing me to roughly knead her left breast, massaging and rolling the nipple.

I hooked the edges of my fingers inside her working her intensely making her cry out arching her back. Her right shoulder dipped awkwardly as I felt her reaching between her long legs for my endowment. Yoli pushed back into my thrust holding it there as we both enjoyed the pressure for moments before tearing open the condom between her fingers. My tongue swirled between her shoulder blades as she rolled her hips against my pelvis.

My weight mashed her against the couch as I went for broke jilling her cunt with single minded purpose. Yoli squealed with delight shuddering all over as she came on my fingers. She made these little sounds, whimpering and utterances barely above a whisper. I brought my hand up now cupping and pinching both of her small, sloping breasts. Her mouth hung open as she enjoyed the rough treatment of her tits, her body going rigid as Yoli straightened her back giving me some wiggle room. I was ready to take her standing up shoving my pants downward as she turned on her side snatching my cock with a sense of ownership. Her other hand came into play expertly sliding the condom onto my length. I knew what I wanted pushing her back into the couch in her former position. There was no way I wasn't taking her from behind with all the grinding, bumping and twerking as Yoli planted her elbows on the back of the couch. Her legs drifted apart in anticipation of what was to come.

I slid inside almost at a downward angle noticing the cheeks accommodated me by spreading wider apart than I would've suspected. Her butt was pillowy soft in its innate looseness, a sharp contrast to her fit body. Yoli's back arched low driving her cunt into the base of my cock. She was tight and narrow around me, thrusting backward with unbridled passion. From her shoulders to her tailbone, Yoli took the literal form of the letter J as I did my best to grind her into oblivion. This gave me almost a stationary target to pound frenetically holding onto the lush softness of her hips. The feeling of her butt was sexually fetching with the tips of my fingers sinking into her flesh.

Something about her balletic flexibility stirred a hunger deep inside me. I managed a foot up on the couch cushion adjacent to her knee finding just a bit more depth giving it to Yoli good. She reared up getting an arm around my neck getting the kiss she wanted and justly deserved. She was incredible using her big plump lips and tongue adding even more to her sexual repertoire.

Both of my hands cupped her cheeks finding the sensation not unlike her uncharacteristically jiggly butt. Yoli turned fully in my direction allowing herself to be driven downward onto her back, legs spread wide apart as I impaled her fully. I could feel her cheeks cradling my balls as I plunged deep inside over and over again intent on fully ravaging her. This golden hued woman's eyes were tightly shut as I went balls deep screwing the stuffing out of her. The sloping nature of her breasts and the way thy ended in reddened, almost pointy looking nipples called out to me in the worst way.

There was nothing I wanted more than to suck both of them as hard as possible, but I didn't want to stop giving it to her hard. It had to be a skin tone thing but Yoli seemed to be getting progressively flushed like a thermometer under an open flame. Her long, thin legs locked in place behind me as she started whining in tortured fashion. Her heels urged me onward almost in jockey like fashion nearly snapping me in two.

"Keep it up, that feels good; like the way you fucking me."

"Yeah, you're liking this- getting fucked so hard."

"You know it; can't you feel me squeezing the dick?" Her hips were swiveling and rising to meet me with an equal amount of fervor.

"AAAHHHH-YEEAH, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD YOLI!!" Yoli was positively wringing me out in carnal fashion earning her own set of distressed whimpers.

Her arms snaked under my pits locking me into place above her. Things got abstract turning into this primal struggle between us as Yoli managed to bear down on me squeezing several milky ropes out of my tumescence. She seemed to sense the exact moment of my climax humping up into me wedged tight as I exploded over and over again, finally flattening against her. We made out for a while enjoying the sweaty feel of one another's bodies.

"Thanks, I really needed that." Yoli gasped in surprising gratitude.

"Oh yeah; maybe I should be thanking you too."

"No, you don't understand; this was kind of like a spiritual threesome for me." Yoli confessed, talking with her hands as well.

"Excuse me?"

"You were intimate with Renee; so, it was like fucking her too." I was in a pushup position atop her thin body staring right at her silly face grasping the meaning of the situation. I leaned on one elbow averting my eyes as Yoli took notice.

"Thanks."

"Don't be mad; you aren't mad are you? Ah uhm, you look pissed and it's my fault for being selfish, right? I-I mean it was so simple with you having already fucked her. I wasn't gonna get no chance at that pussy, so I kind of thought it was a win, win situation. You mad, aren't you?"

"No, I'm good." I slowly pulled away getting upright, methodically removing the filled condom from my flagging erection tying a knot in it.

Yoli reclined watching pensively until I ventured to her bathroom just outside of her living room finding a cluttered nightmare there as well. I relieved myself doing number one replaying our tryst in maddening succession. She was sitting upright and sexually groggy scratching her hair as she regarded my return with an underlying tension behind her features.

"You really are mad, aren't you?"

"Thank you for showing me a good time; I take the fifth on that question, Yoli." As a sign of good faith I took a seat close beside her. My laptop was still displaying my editing bay and the Rashida Sikes teaser.

The massive donk of Yoli's coworker was displayed in all its glory before our eyes as I began cutting another trailer adding an opening that included as shots of the cityscape and various urban centers before slowly dissolving in Rashida lying on that plush blanket. I added "Brothers Gonna Work It Out" by Willie Hutch. My hookup seemed to stoke my creative fires. I could feel Yoli's eyes burrowing into the side of my face before she abruptly got up walking out of the living room only to return moments later in an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of white, Jeremy Scott Adidas, the kind with the wings on them.

That t-shirt looked like a minidress on Yoli with her long, thin legs sticking out under it as she walked to her front door. She had a pack of cigarettes looking for a smoke closing the front door behind her with a loud thud. I caught the unintentional sway of her deceptive heart shaped butt as the heavy door closed before returning to my work. I added some filters to the opening of the shot giving it a film look before posting the clip. The other clips much to my chagrin, had racked up a record number of hits while my comments section blew up. Chi Town Thunda a.k.a Rashida Sikes was blowing up in popularity with many asking whether she was doing a full boy girl scene, almost begging. Yoli returned from the adjacent hallway outside her door, putting her cigarette out on the door frame.