CHAPTER 20

I still speak no Spanish but I can tell Imelda is getting a bit of a lecture as her mother starts to pull food out of the fridge and starts cooking up some already prepared items and Imelda starts to help when her mother checks the clock and starts issuing more orders before grabbing her purse and addressing me.

"You eat what my daughter makes and I want my daughter to come see me at home tomorrow after my shifts," Mrs. Ortega tells me before heading out the door.

"Okay so apparently I have to make you food because mother said so," Imelda tells me while taking her riding jacket off.

I sit and casually watch as she starts to cook and I realize that I've never even seen her in a kitchen to do anything except pick up or put away a plate. She's got tight jeans and a white t sleeveless t-shirt that is showing off her figure very well. I see her start to panic about what to do as I move up behind her and take her hips in my hands. Imelda stops at my touch and I can feel her soften as she backs up against me.

"I don't hear any of the other girls around and I think you still have a bedroom here," I tell her quietly in her ear.

"Mom will be mad at me if I don't feed you something," Imelda says, trying to cook but barely.

"And I can't eat after," I say, reaching past her and shutting off the stove.

Imelda puts down her attempt at cooking and turns in my hands before wrapping her arms around me and giving me a soft kiss. I back her against the stove for a brief bit as we kiss when she breaks it and grabs the front of my jeans leading me to her old room. It's a lot different than I remember. Most everything is folded up like she was moved out and never coming back and I can see her freeze at the sight of it.

"It's packed up to keep it clean baby," I tell her as she sits on her barren bed," See everything is in the closet."

"Mom didn't know if I'd come back," Imelda says to me with some sadness.

I can't bear to see her like this and I pull my coat off and drop it to the floor, she's a little emotional as I get on my knees on the floor in front of her and between her

legs. Imelda looks lost right now and I move in and kiss her again softly and tenderly. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me up off the floor and onto her as she leans back on the bed. We take our time slowly exploring each other's mouths and bodies like we're remembering the first night together almost a year ago. Soft and tender turns to more emboldened touching and I break away from Imelda and start to peel off my clothes with assistance from Imelda before we strip her down till both of us are bare to each other. Imelda backs up the bed further and I crawl up after her. Imelda spreads herself for me and gingerly starts to stroke my member with her hands helping me get harder. I kiss Imelda again with a little more eagerness and she replies in kind as our bodies pressed together. I don't need any guidance from Imelda as my head finds her slit and we gently press against each other.

"Mmmm maybe this time Rachael won't barge in on us," Imelda jokes quietly.

I smile and press myself inside her and we both lock up at the sensation of me invading Imelda's warm folds. I take my time slowly pressing till my length is buried deep inside and I rest my hips against hers. Softly we grind against each other kissing and exploring as we grind together finding a deep and steady rhythm. It's a slow and tender thing but I back up a little pulling just a few inches from Imelda before sliding back in and feeling Imelda tense up as I get rooted again. I take slow and short thrusts in and out of her making sure to savory her body wrapped around me. I am savoring every single thrust and Imelda is responding to me with approving moans and I feel more anxious about the feeling burning its way through the base of my cock.

Imelda feels it as well and we grip each other tightly as my thrusting speeds up and my body feels more intense as we press harder against each other. I want to release so badly but love making is trickier than sex, you have to feel it out. Imelda can feel my swelling inside her and to my surprise she stops moving herself all together and just lets me do the work. I feel her hands gripping my ass and our mouths locking together as I work myself at a more anxious pace when I feel Imelda's body, more specifically her pussy just relaxing around me. The whole thing catches me off guard and my body betrays me by making me cum hard into Imelda. The first shot goes off in her and suddenly she locks up around me holding me in, milking me for everything that I have. I break our kiss and groan out my orgasm and Imelda kisses any part of my flesh she can find till I relax on and inside her. We lie there for what feels like hours but is probably minutes when Imelda starts kissing me again sweetly. I kiss her back and we separate our bodies and head to the bathroom to clean up. Cleaning up isn't easy when we're both pawing at each other and kissing but I feel just as spent now as I did with Kori the night at the motel.

We dress and head back to the kitchen where Imelda looks at her new problem, making me a meal because her mother told her to. I'd like to say it was an easy fix for my Latina girlfriend but let's just say I know baking soda can put out a fire and once I started helping her things went a little smoother. It's nothing fancy mind you but it's spicier than hell and while she's loving it I'm drinking more milk now than I would in a week just to survive. We get done and she locks up her old house before hopping back on my bike and cruising back to Loretta's home.

We've only been gone for a few hours but when I get in Mark is ready to go and apparently Devin moved the tour bus and the RV around so that their access points are facing each other. Imelda takes one side and Mark takes the other as they start taking the panels off and get into the more disgusting portions of the vehicles. The smell alone is enough to make us gag and even with masks I watch Mark nearly puke on the drive. It takes us almost twenty minutes but we get all the bags out and Mark is staring at me with a level of shock on his face.

"Dude you smuggled drugs down here," he says dumbfounded.

"No, our drivers did and we found out about it after we were almost here," I tell him as we bag it up," now we put these back and go about everything like nothing happened."

"Except I know a couple guys from college who will pay for that man," Mark tells me as I look at him with some shock," Dude it's college if you don't know people who are getting drunk and high you are doing something wrong."