*The teen character appearing in this story is eighteen years of age. *
Authors Notes: This story is a direct sequel to the BAD M.I.L.F series; perhaps you should read that set of stories before this entry. I'd like to thank all my fans and others who have read and commented on my stories.
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The toll taken on my body finally caught up with me as my knees buckled while walking up the stoop to my apartment. Chrystal had left a total of sixty messages on my phone during the long drive home. I was burnt out and in no mood for any additional drama opting to figure something out after a good night's sleep. I was reminded of my ex-girlfriend's disdain for cleaning noticing her discarded clothing on the floor along with some of her panties. I dropped my bags picking up a few of her things before exhaustion forced me to crash on the couch. The lights were on when I came inside, and I figured they'd been left on three days prior. I almost melted into the couch before I realized a bundle of Chrystal's clothing was still in my fist. Gray leggings with a thin pink stripe down the side puzzled me as I couldn't recall ever seeing her wearing them. Some lacy, bikini style panties were still in the crotch of the leggings. Her perfume lingered in the air, some unfamiliar sweet smelling fragrance. It was unfamiliar to me at the moment and unimportant as my eyes settled on an open gym bag beside the couch.
I rifled through it finding more clothing along with some personal effects as the road miles faded from my mind. I looked around noticing a phone plugged into a nearby wall outlet. It was wrapped in an annoying Hello Kitty shell charging. My head cleared further as I realized the shower was running at the end of the corridor. I snagged a Louisville slugger from the closet behind the door slowly creeping down the hall until I was outside the door.
I hesitated for a moment weighing the bat in my hands before pushing the door wide open.
"Who are you?" She was all of five feet two with a wealth of curves packed onto a pronounced pear shaped frame that struck me distinctly familiar. The rounded, cherubic face with a slight smattering of freckles across her thin nose was particularly fetching. The wide curve of her hip announced her rather ponderous backside in dramatic fashion. Her shoulder length hair was curiously dyed with the colors of the American flag in strips of red, muted white and blue. Even though she was as naked as the day she was born and the fact that I was holding a baseball didn't seem to deter this smiling nymph. I noticed a gap in her teeth.
"Courtney; Chrystal's little sister? I'm visiting the campus on a tour and she said I could stay here with you two?"
"No." I turned already walking down the hall as Courtney turned off the shower before scrambling from the tub.
"Hey, can't we talk about this; It's only gonna be for a couple of days and you guys weren't even supposed to be here anyway." She whined quickly following me with a towel wrapped around her body which did little to hide her nudity.
"Put some clothes on miss; and "NO" you can't stay here!" I intended to be firm, but Courtney kept maneuvering around me trying to get me to look at her face. She'd wrapped the large towel around her back leaving her front exposed. Her small, perky breasts were covered by the junction at which the towel was tied into a knot leaving her abdomen and shaved muff on display.
"That's not even fair man; I-I mean Chrystal lives here too, right? Hey, where is she anyway?" She looked around the living room for her absent sister.
"She's not here-and she's not coming back, either."
"Excuse me, dude?" Her manner of speaking was stoner immature and entitled leaving me put off by her demeanor.
"We-uh, broke it off."
My words hung in the air as Courtney took it all in with a hand in her multicolored locks. My eyes drifted down towards her puffy cameltoe for a few seconds before I turned away out of respect for her older sister.
"Wow man, I remember her talking about you like the marriage thing was a total fucking given. I mean, she was REALLY into you, dude. So, like eh, what happened to mess it up?"
"That's kind of a personal question, don't you think Courtney?"
"Well shit, that's my fucking sister bro; don't you think you should declassify that shit?"
"But it's between Chrystal and me; not your business...please put some clothes on ma'am." Courtney stood there blinking profusely like she was having a hard time processing my words.
"REALLY?!! It's just the flesh and that shit is temporary dude; what really matters is finding that higher calling and realizing the meaning of it all in this short jaunt we call life. Now that I look at you, it's right in front of my face the whole time." She moved around the coffee table thinking nothing of her partial nudity as she bent over going through her bag. This gave me a "Full-Monty" of her expansive rear end which matched her older sister and mother perfectly. There were two dog paws tattooed on the back of her thick, meaty thighs. Her butt was massive with a slight difference in that her giant oval cheeks seemed to be on a forty-five degree angle revealing her thick, juicy peach and brown eye plainly. My mind wandered for a moment before common sense prevailed.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your Chakra; it's all fucked up right now, bro. You know, I could fix that for you, man." I barely understood half of her ramblings as she tossed the towel on my living room floor revealing her bare torso. There were a matching pair of dog print tattoos on her small, sloping breasts that looked like they should've belonged to a much younger girl.
"No thank you; can I call you a cab or something?" Courtney pulled on a football jersey turning to me with her hands on her wide hips.
"We're talking right now; don't you think it's rude to push your agenda on someone?"
"WHAT AGENDA; YOU'RE IN MY LIVING ROOM!!"
"Don't you think you should calm down; you have nothing to worry about and it is a fundamental waste of precious life energy. No one's threatening you dude, so just dial it back a little bit. You know, my family has been a friend to the black man for decades." Courtney folded her arms over her chest shrugging off my behavior.
"Friend to the black man? Uhm yeah, that's rich." I'd found out exactly how friendly Courtney's mother and older sister were to the black man over the last few days.
"Your attempt at sarcasm strikes me odd, come here."
"WHAT-NO, CUT IT OUT!!" Courtney half chased me around the living room finally cornering me as she reached out holding her palms on either side of my head. Her blue eyes were tightly shut for a few seconds before opening wide in silent revelation.
"Oh, sorry dude." She took a few steps backward with a finger in her mouth.
"What?"
"It's cool man; I ain't that way brother."
"Huh?"
"Look I respect people's boundaries and it's cool; hand me that phone." I mindlessly followed her order handing her the large, garishly covered phone as she drew her hair into a ponytail with a scrunchie.
"You think you know something, Courtney?"
"Yeah, I know you've been with my mom and that my sister was responsible. Don't laugh, but I'm sensitive if you know what I mean, brother, little bit psychic. Developed that shit last spring at Coachella in this really, really, cool workshop-for the mind. Baba Mustafa is a great teacher and an even more awesome DJ." I facepalmed at her manic explanation.
"You're leaving, right?" She continued rifling through her tote emerging with these really, skimpy jean shorts that were cut bikini style. I watched her work to get the worn, faded material up past her thighs and huge ass leaving the pockets covering her juicy cheeks.
"We're talking, aren't we?"
"So, that means if I shut up; you'll leave, right?" I deadpanned as Courtney shimmied in place trying to get the worn jean material settled on her cinched in waist.
"Ha-ha, you're so funny; now come over here and have a seat. We have to get you squared away, homie." Courtney planted her sizable rear on my couch patting a space beside her.
"I don't think so."
"Don't be that way; can't you see the bigger picture, dude?"
"No, not even a little bit."
"Rude much? I'm going to help you get centered because you can't be walking around fucked up like that homie; all that negativity can open the door for other things. You really need to loosen up and get rid of that bad karma.
"What are you about to do?"
"What does it look like? We're going to smoke a bowl and lighten things up around here." She pulled a smaller bag from her luggage that looked like a shaving kit but actually held a baggie full of weed. Courtney began preparing the bong even as I shook my head profusely denying her permission to light up in my living room.
"No, you're not." I couldn't help but notice the seductive manner in which Courtney sat on my couch leg sat on my couch thick, sexy legs wide apart. If it weren't for the oversized football jersey she wore, her crotch would have been plainly visible. Courtney flicked a lighter finding it troublesome to ignite a flame for a few seconds.
"Man, you are way too uptight for someone who just spent the weekend getting banged out; maybe you'd like a drink?" Courtney produced a fifth of Bacardi from her tote setting it down on the table with a light clink. Two neatly packed shot glasses followed.
"What the fuck; you planning a party while we were away?" She was different than her sister and mother with a loopy, new age demeanor that I wasn't sure was bullshit or not.
