Got Milk? 02 - The Reunion Ch. 06

Act 2 - The Pink Ballet Flats

[3 Years Ago]

18-year-old Delilah is relaxing in her bedroom, settling in for the night after a decent day at high school. She turns a page on the book she is reading, the funky sounds of Bruno Mars's Uptown Funk playing through her speakers. After securing her guaranteed graduation from the 12th grade last week, her celebratory buzz is beginning to fade. By her own admission, she had one of the best celebrations she could ever receive.

After acing all of her classes, her college ambitions is now set and secure. Last weekend, her family took her to a fancy dinner and spent some quality time together (one of the last ones the entire family was apart of before Delilah leaves for college). Later that same night, Mac and the rest of the Kliq (David, Sandra, Jesse and Philip) surprised her with late night tickets to the midnight premiere of 'Avengers: Age of Ultron'. Lastly, Mac rented a hotel room for the rest of the night so they both could have some private time alone. And it was, according to Mac and Delilah both, "the best foot sex of their lives so far".

However, that was last week, and today is now just another night of normality. Delilah sits away as she continues reading at her study area. She is dressed in a casual black tank top, black panties, and black no-show sheer socks.

The arches of her socks are more rough and wrinkled compared to the rest of them. That is due to Mac violating her feet while she was wearing them at the hotel that night and leaving his semen to saturate through them (at her request). She hasn't washed them since, and now the arches of her socked feet are subtly dried with cum crust. Her left foot is tucked under her right thigh in the chair, and her right foot is burrowing onto the carpet floor. Her toes are clenched hard against it as her heel tilts back and forth in rapid fashion.

As Delilah reads, she hears her laptop on her bed beep, signaling that she's gotten a notification on her Facebook. Reaching over to grab it off the bed, she places it on the study desk in front of her. She opens up the Google Chrome and clicks on the Facebook message that Sandra has left her. Looking at it with a soft smirk, she reads it:

<Sandra: Hey sorry, babe. I was at the library earlier and I just got back home. You know how strict they are with phones and shit lol>

Delilah giggles at the message, and begins to type and reply:

<Delilah: Lmao, it's cool, girl. I was just trying to reach u because I had a question>

<Sandra: Oh, ok, shoot :) >

<Delilah: Well... it's a shoe question, haha.>

<Sandra: Hahaha, oh daaaaamn. You know i'm a pro at that. XD Tell me what you need, girl>

<Delilah: XD Kk. Do you know any websites that sell pink ballet flats? I've been to the stores in town, but they don't seem to have any. At least not the ones I'm looking for -_- >

<Sandra: Hmmm, actually yea. There's this site that I made an account at. That's where I usually get my good shoes. But you said pink ballet flats, right?>

<Delilah: Mmhmm, if that is possible.>

<Sandra: Okie dokey, i think they might have them just gimme a sec. brb>

<Delilah: Thanx, take your time>

Delilah goes back to reading her book, and brings her left foot from under her right thigh off the chair. Crossing her left leg over the other, she soon gets back into the novel. Her left foot twirls softly as her toes flex, and she turns another page. Before she can scrunch her toes, she gets another notification beep on her laptop. Sandra replies back, along with a photo.

<Sandra: You mean these? They are pink, plus satin material. soft and comfy for feet. ^_^ >

Delilah looks at the picture of the pink ballet flats and smiles. These were perfect. Not to pink to stand out, but not to lacking in the color, either. Just the right amount to wear in public to not draw too much attention from anyone, besides Mac. She has a great feeling he will love them as much as he loves her white flats. Giggling, she replies back to Sandra on Facebook:

<Delilah: Fuck, yes, those are it! Perfect!>

<Sandra: lol ok. They are about 50 bucks, though>

<Delilah: Ok, I have another huge favor to ask of you, then>

<Sandra: lmao ok, what is it girl?>

<Delilah: Ok, so my grandparents gave me like graduation money, right? So, if you can order those shoes for me through your account, I'll gladly pay you back tomorrow.

<Sandra: lol, God you really want these, don't ya? XD>

<Delilah: lol yes. I wanted to get them by the end of the month, and I don't have a way to order anything online yet. I know it's dumb, but I would really appreciate it if you can do this for me. Pretty please?>

<Sandra: lol sure, it's no probz. Size 5, right?

<Delilah: yeppers!>

<Sandra: Alrighty, I'll let you know when they get delivered. :D Should be about a week, is that fine?>

<Delilah: Yes, that is totally fine. Thank you so much, Sandz. Loooooove ya. <3 <3 Keep me posted!>

<Sandra: I will, Delz TTYL xoxo>

Smiling her biggest smile, Delilah sighs with her head on the headrest of the chair she is sitting in and contemplates in anxious optimism on her new associated purchase. As she sits back up, she leans in towards the desk and resumes her daily reading in bliss...

***

[Present Evening]

Mac sprays a couple mists of his cologne, and breathes in the scent. He sighs, pleased with the result. Taking a brush to lightly brush his hair, he looks down at his phone for the time: 7:19 pm. He told Delilah that he would meet her and her parents at their place at 7:30, which is only a 3-minute walk down the same block.

After he finishes tidying up his hair with the brush, Mac sits onto his chair and reaches down to put on his special occasion shoes: Black Arches Captoe Oxfords. Standing back up, he turns to see his complete outfit in the mirror: A grey short-sleeve collar shirt with silver buttons, And black slacks that are ironed to the crease. Mac smiles, and collects his wallet, phone and house keys.

Heading out his bedroom door, Mac turns to his parents' bedroom. Carefully walking inside, he takes a look inside... empty. He remembers that his mother is still out with his aunt, so she is most likely at her place. Smirking, Mac begins to close the door to the bedroom, but stops when he sees a framed family photo on the dresser. He opens the door back, and softly grabs the picture. He looks at it, and a sudden feeling of sorrow consumes his face...

It is a picture of his father, mother, and himself when he was younger, at least 9-10 years old. He studies the picture, seeing how wide his smile was back then. He observes how his dad, Stanley, had his arm wrapped lovingly around his wife, Jessica. How Jessica had her head on Stanley's shoulder. How Stanley had his other arm on Mac's shoulder below them. It seems like the perfect family photo.

Mac takes a deep sigh, and after a quick state of reminiscence, he sets the picture back onto the dresser. He closes the door behind him, and begins to head down the stairs. He makes his way to the front door, and looks at the wall next to it. He shakes his head at the dent in the wall, the constant reminder of the confrontation he had with his dad that fateful night 3 years ago. Before he lets his emotions get the best of him, he opens the front door, steps out, and locks it. Finally, he walks off.

***

"God, pantyhose are so itchy, haha" Delilah says to herself as she sprays the hairspray onto her now banged hair. She giggles as some of it almost enters into her mouth.

Delilah stands in front of her bedroom mirror doing the final preps for dinner tonight. She is currently in a Libra pink bra and Victoria's Secret pink panties, which themselves are covered over the waist in sheer nude pantyhose. The pantyhose shines brightly in her bedroom lights, enhancing her already smooth legs (which she actually shaved beforehand). Her light pink polished toes compliment the pantyhose, and her feet take full pride in their unspoken erotic magnitude.

"Hey, Delly, are you almost ready? Mackenzie's on his way!" Christina, Delilah's mother shouts from the other room. "Yes ma'am!" Delilah replies back, adding "Just putting on the finishing touches. Once I put on my shirt, I'll be ready!"

Downstairs, George, Delilah's father, finishes tying his black tie. As he begins to put on his dark blue sport coat, the doorbell rings twice. "I got it, guys!" He shouts up stairs as he walks to his front door. George opens the door slowly, and there stands Mac, who cracks a soft smile. "Hello, sir" Mac says to George, who sternly replies back "Hello, Mackenzie... come on in..."

TO BE CONTINUED