Jac's Adventures 17: Lupe + Val 1

This is the seventeenth story.

This is the story of Lupe and Valentina.

Food delivery was good to me. It was a flexible job, there whenever I wanted it, whenever I needed a few extra bucks. I got to chill in my car, listen to whatever I wanted, blast music or listen to podcasts. And, between who I picked up from and who I dropped off to, I got to meet a lot of girls.

Including Lupe and Valentina.

It was late on a Saturday night, and I was on my way to pick up my last delivery from a fast food joint. I hadn't eaten dinner yet, and a burger and fries and shake sounded heavenly, so I promised myself a reward, that I'd come straight back to this place after dropping off the meal. I parked, walked inside, and got the food.

I turned back toward the door, and in they came. They were both Latinas, twenty years old. One was skinny, tall, and hot, in a white hoodie and cream-colored sweatpants. The other was thick, short, and cute, in a black hoodie and plaid red pajama bottoms. The skinny one had darker skin and a thin, lionesque face, with sharp eyebrows, piercing eyes, and full lips. The thick one was lighter skinned and had a squarer, more cherubic face, with dark crimson lips. She had dark angular eyebrows, one slightly more arched than the other, giving her a wry, bemused expression.

I made eye contact with the skinny one and smiled. She smiled back automatically, then looked slightly questioning, like she didn't know if she was supposed to have recognized me. Then I looked to the thick one and smiled at her too, and she smiled back more freely. They were moving toward me, toward the counter, but I stopped in front of them and said.

"I've never eaten here," I said. "Is it good?"

They stopped and looked at each other, slightly befuddled. They looked back at me.

"Yeah," the thick one said, her eyes traveling to the food in my hand.

"Oh, this isn't for me," I said, lifting the bag. "I think I'll come back after I drop it off."

"Okay," the skinny one said, turning it into a slight question.

"Maybe I'll see you two then," I said. "Here, have a meal on me."

I dug into my pocket, pulled out my wallet, took out a credit card, and handed it to them. The skinny one took it without thinking, then looked at me, confused.

"What?" she said.

"Yeah," I said. "Treat yourselves. I'll be back in a few minutes."

And I walked past them and left.

Now, I have to say, you probably shouldn't do this. I don't know why I did this. It's not good to give strangers your credit card. But I didn't get to where I am by playing it safe, and something about those girls told me they weren't gonna commit fraud and steal my identity. Much more likely, they were gonna get a free meal and then wait there to give me my card back.

And I was right. I dropped off the food, hurried back to the restaurant, and there they were, sitting at a table, enjoying a spread. They looked up as I came in the door, and they both smiled and visibly relaxed. I walked over to them.

"What the hell, dude?" the thick one said, not unkindly.

I smiled. "Jack," I said, extending my hand. "But you probably already know that from the card."

The thick one took my hand, holding it lightly. "Valentina."

I turned to the skinny one, and she took my hand lightly as well. "Lupe."

"How's the food, girls?" I said.

"Good," Lupe said.

"I'm gonna order some and join you," I said. "Can I get my card back?"

Valentina smirked, held it out, and I took it.

"Be right back," I said.

I was aware of them chuckling and whispering behind me as I went to the counter. I ordered and returned to them to wait.

"Okay, we gotta ask," Valentina said, "what are you up to?"

"Up to?" I said, perching on the edge of the table.

Lupe was looking at me calmly. Her expression was serene but her eyes were piercing, boring right through me.

"I just wanted to get you a meal," I said.

"You're not like, in porn, or anything," Valentina said.

I legitimately laughed. "No. Y'all just had good vibes."

"You don't know us," Lupe said.

I looked at her. "Prove me wrong."

Her lips pursed together, trying not to smile. My number was called from the counter.

"Excuse me," I said.

I went to get my food. When I came back, Lupe scooted further into the booth, and I sat down next to her.

"What are you girls up to tonight?" I said, unwrapping my burger.

They shared bemused eye contact.

"Just chillin," Valentina said.

"You do food delivery?" Lupe said.

"Yeah," I said. "But I'm done for the night. Looking for something to do."

"Well we're not doing much," Valentina said. "So we can't help you with that."

I ate a fry, looked between them. "I'm not that ambitious. Would just be happy to chill too."

"Do you have weed?" Lupe said.

Valentina laughed.

I looked between them. "Yeah."

"Lupe," Valentina said, looking at her sharply.

"Provide the house," I said, "I'll smoke you out."

I took a sip of my drink, smiling. Lupe and Valentina shared eye contact. Lupe lifted her eyebrows, Valentina rolled her eyes.

And twenty minutes later I was walking into their apartment. They lived only a couple blocks from the restaurant, on the first floor of a two-story complex designed like a motel, with all the front doors on the outside. It was a one-bedroom unit, and as messy as you'd expect an apartment rented by two college girls to be. Dishes in the sink, stains on the carpet, clothes on the backs of chairs and the arms of the couch.

"Sorry," Lupe said, gesturing vaguely to the state of everything. "We weren't expecting company."

"That's alright," I said, walking over toward their couch. "Someone want to put on music?"

Valentina obliged, found a Bluetooth speaker and started playing some rap. I settled on the couch, started rolling a joint. Lupe sat down next to me, pulled her legs up underneath her, turned her body toward me and put an elbow across the back of the couch. I looked over at her as I licked the rolling paper, holding eye contact. She stared back, trying not to smile.

Valentina walked over and sat on the couch on my other side.

I lit the joint, took a hit, looked at Lupe, she lifted her hand to take it, and then I passed it behind me to Valentina. Lupe gasped softly, put on a look of mock offense. I smiled at her as Valentina took the joint from me.

"Why, thank you," she said.

I winked at Lupe, dropped a hand to her knee and gave it a quick rub. She looked down at it, then back up at me, and her body shifted closer to mine on the couch. Valentina finished her hit, and passed the joint in front of me toward Lupe. Lupe leaned forward, her face coming close to mine, took the joint, leaned back and took a hit. I looked over at Valentina. She was looking at me, her expression softened, starting to relax around me. She sighed, happy. I sighed back at her, slightly mocking her.

We smoked half the joint, and then some dancing ensued, Valentina pulling Lupe off the couch first, the two of them grinding and twisting around each other. They urged me up too and I rose reluctantly, and took my place next to them. We stood in a triangle, bouncing and yelling to the music, and then they parted and I moved between them. Valentina was behind me, Lupe in front of me. Valentina put her hands on my hips, pushed her crotch into my butt, her face against my back. Lupe pushed her butt into my crotch, looking back over her shoulder at me. I put one hand up behind me and cupped the side of Valentina's head, and put my other down the front of Lupe's thigh.

We started grinding against each other, the music loud but our breath louder. Valentina's hands ran up and down my sides and started to push across my front, verging on my chest and abs. Lupe's ass was tight and supple, pressing back and forth against my dick, starting to get me hard. I moved my hand down across her belly, held her even closer to me, and she pushed her head back against my chest and shoulder, looking up and at an angle into my eyes. I moved my face closer to hers, looking into each other's eyes, our lips only a few inches apart...

"Let's watch a movie," Valentina said.

She pulled me back and away from Lupe. Lupe turned, visibly disappointed, and I offered an apologetic shrug. The music stopped, Valentina pulled me down onto the couch next to her, and the TV was turned on. Lupe settled onto the couch a couple feet from me, staring straight ahead. Valentina pulled down a blanket and threw it over us, and cuddled up next to me. I put on a bemused smile and looked down at her, her head resting on my shoulder, her hands resting on my thigh under the blanket.

They threw on one of those Mark Wahlberg Netflix movies and we settled in, Lupe starting to relax again, and after a few minutes Valentina really starting to relax. One of her hands found my bulge, started slowly caressing it. I shifted against the couch, casting an eye over at Lupe, wondering if she knew what was starting to happen under the blanket. She was laughing at the movie or scrolling on her phone, and seemed none the wiser.

I looked down at Valentina's face, a small satisfied smile on her face.

My cock was growing harder, pushing down my leg. Her fingers trailed down it, and then returned to my fly, unzipped it slowly and quietly, and reached into my pants. I felt them against my bare skin, felt them touch my dick, felt them wrap around my shaft. She made a small sound and her body shifted further into me, her hand tugging down my cock with the movement.

"Liking the movie?"

We looked over at Lupe, who was looking over at us.

"Very much so," Valentina said.

Lupe looked at me, her expression searching, and I tried to put on my best poker face, not let on I was starting to get a handjob under the blanket. She went back to her phone, and I looked back at the movie, and Valentina's hand kept pushing up and down my shaft, still pressed against my leg by my jeans.

She kept this up for a few minutes, until she took it a step further and dragged my cock out through my fly and I was sticking up at full mast under the blanket. I shifted my weight on the couch, turned my body more toward Valentina. I put my arm around her and her hand started to properly jack me off. It was perfectly weighted, with the perfect soft grip, moving slowly up and down my shaft. It wrapped around my head and her fingers pulsed here for a few moments, and it felt so damn good, I was working overtime to show absolutely no reaction. I looked down at Valentina's face again, and she was starting to show pleasure, her mouth hanging slightly open, her eyes slightly unfocused. I looked over at Lupe, who was looking fully at me, her expression unreadable.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing," she said, offering a wry smile, her eyes trailing down over the blanket. "I'm gonna use the bathroom."

She stood up and went into their bedroom, I heard another door close in the distance, and Valentina ripped the blanket off of us and looked down at my cock.

"Oh my god," she said, one hand coming to her mouth, her eyes wide.

"Put your mouth on it," I said.

She obliged, bent forward quickly and wrapped her lips around it and started blowing me. Her lips were crimson, perfectly full and lovely. She kept her movements quick, her tongue dancing across my tip. I put my hand in her curly hair and held it behind her head and alternated watching her work with looking toward the bedroom, listening for any sound. Valentina made a concerted effort to take my cock deeper, wrapping and unwrapping her lips around my shaft as she tried to force it further into her throat, and then I heard a toilet flush.

She flew up off my dick, I threw the blanket back over us, and we settled back into our normal positions as Lupe emerged out of the bedroom. She looked at us, her expression suspicious.

"I'm feeling kinda tired," she said. "Think I'm gonna go to sleep."

"You sure?" I said.

Lupe nodded.

"You want us to pause it?" Valentina said.

"No, keep watching. Have fun."

She looked at me and I looked at her, trying to convey with my expression that I would've been very happy to fuck her if Valentina hadn't made the first move.

"Nice to meet you, Jack," she said.

"Nice to meet you."

Lupe headed toward their bedroom.

"I'll be quiet when I come in," Valentina said.

Lupe nodded, and then closed the door and she was gone.

I looked down at Valentina. "How long do we give it?" I said.

She answered by standing up and going to the light switch, flicking it off, the only light now coming from the flickering TV. Then she returned to me, pulled the blanket off of me, dropped to her knees on the floor, positioned herself between my legs, and took my cock back in her mouth.

"Such a little hellcat," I said.

She didn't respond, just started bobbing up and down rapidly, whipping her head backward with each pull up and whipping it forward with each push down, really going to town on me. Her hands were spread across each of my thighs, her fingers gripping the muscle through the denim, giving her leverage. I looked at her small cute nails, painted the colors of the rainbow. Her eyes focused on me with each pull up, unblinking, round cute orbs.

I undid my belt and her mouth came off me quickly as I pulled my jeans down off my hips. She pulled them down the rest of the way, leaving them in a bunch around my ankles, and then pushed me back into a lying position across the couch. She mounted the couch on her knees, straddled my legs, and bent her torso down over me. She took my cock in her hand, brought her face next to it, and licked up its length, from the very base up over my tip. I moaned, softly, knowing we still had to be quiet, but maybe not wanting to be, maybe wanting Lupe to discover us, and then Valentina did it again, and again, and again.

She ended by flicking her tongue across my tip, staring up at me, and then dove back onto me and started sucking me off properly again. She took about a third of my dick with each push down, and I noticed that the furthest point she'd reached, when she'd tried to take me deep with Valentina in the bathroom, was denoted by a smudge of lipstick.

"Hey," I said.

She came off my dick, panting slightly. I touched a finger to the red smudge.

"Can you get further than that?" I said.

She tilted her head, looked at it, smiled.

"I can try."

She worked my cock with her hand for a second, staring at it, steeling herself, and then dove back onto it. She pushed her mouth down my shaft as far as it could go, just reaching the point she'd reached further. Her lips wrapped and unwrapped, trying to go further, small noises of effort emanating from her throat.

"Can I help?" I asked.

Her head nodded quickly and I wrapped my hands around the back of her head, through her luscious hair, and I pulled down gently as I pushed my hips up. My cock slid further into her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat, and her lips passed the mark on my shaft. She gagged, closed her lips tightly around my girth to make a new red mark, and then I let go of her and she pulled fully off my dick with a loud gasp. She smiled, saliva falling out of her mouth onto my thigh.

"Yes," she said.

"New record," I said.

"I can go further."

And she took my cock back into her mouth and tried again. We repeated the same ritual, her getting to the original mark, me helping her out and thrusting myself further, and she got to the same point. She gagged, I let go, she came flying off, more drool falling out of her mouth.

"Shit!" she said, more out of breath.

She gathered the drool up with her hands and jacked off my dick with it, regaining her breath, staring at my cock, looking like she was trying to calculate how she could beat her previous best.

"Oh my god."

The light turned on. Valentina looked up in shock, and I craned my neck backward quickly.

Lupe was standing behind me, clearly having emerged from the bedroom quietly at some point, staring at the scene in front of her. Valentina reflexively sat up and away from me, trying to act as if nothing was happening, even though my cock was fully hard and coated in her drool and lipstick. Lupe crossed her arms and stared down at me.

My heart was beating fast but I was calm, and hadn't moved a muscle. I knew how to handle these situations. If Lupe wanted to go back in her room, she would've.

"I'm glad you came out," I said.

They both looked at me. I looked up at Lupe. "You wanna see how deep you can take me?"

Her eyes widened, and she shifted from one foot to the other.

I looked down at my shaft, ringed my fingers around Valentina's furthest mark.

"This is how far Valentina got. Think you can do better?"

I looked back at her, her eyes were fixed on my cock. I looked at Valentina, who'd moved from shock to eager apprehension. She was looking between me and Lupe, smiling shyly. I looked back at Lupe.

She let her arms drop, pursed and unpursed her lips. Then said:

"I know I can."