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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.
