Brain over brawn

Belle emptied her bladder, while I cleaned my face and brushed my teeth. She pouted and asked why I had to wash her cum off everytime, pressing her body into mine when she was done, which left me too embarrassed to leave an actual explanation, as her massive soft member parked itself just outside my backsoor, only separated by the panties already wedged inside my crack.

She kissed my neck and insisted on walking behind me all the way to the couch.

We cuddled watching TV, drank some tea and chatted about trivial matters, until the door bell send us in a state of panic.

A record in putting on clothes preceded me opening the door and greeting whoever was waiting on the other side.

"Heyy, kid! How are you doing?" A really nervous but insistent 30-something year old latina woman manifested, her hands first giving a little wave, before disappearing behind her back in an almost comical way to imitate politeness.

"Hi... good, wh-" There was never someone knocking on our door, apart from that one pizza place that wasn't listed in any apps and had to be reached the old way, even our landlord called when he made visits, so the surprise company trying to hold her shit together in a very obvious way raised some minor suspicions.

"Yeah, great. Hey do you uhm- is that lightskin fella here by any chance?" She tried to suppress the urgency in her voice, looking over my shoulder and into the small space of apartment it revealed.

The 'lightskin fella' must be Derek, so considering this woman is the infamous **** dealing chick that offered us weed the very first night we spend here, means that there are two candidates for her attendance. Deducing that Derek had proclaimed his love to his girlfriend he lost his virginity to, as he so often mentioned, and the fact that he simply wasn't in this womans league, no front here, leaves only one real option, he somehow got himself into trouble with a dealer.

"No... should I tell him you were here?" I didn't want to rat him out immediately, but I was still cautious.

"No- well... you see... I'm.. in a bit of an awkward situation here~" She pulled out a somewhat believable, although very vague story that I summarized into; her owing x amount of money and needing it until tonight or else.

There was a change in demeanor throughout her story and she got very, very friendly in her retelling to try and work her charm on me. Towards the end though, I felt Belle hug me and looked over to acknowledge her presence, only to see her possesively clinging to my side and glare at the volputuous woman.

A brief wordless exchange of looks, with Belle giving her a 'back off', while the woman was more or less annoyed that her impromptu plan has been foiled.

"Ugh... okay how about this, if you help me... your buddy owes me nothing AND you get a lifetime discount..?" Despite it sounding like an offer, I couldn't help but detect a persistent tone in her voice that edged towards intimidation.

"Alright, we'll do it, but..." Belle put a hand over my mouth as I was about to decline and started to negotiate.

Where I sounded more like an innocent neighbor, Belle revealed a cool and collected demeanor that actually managed to wear the woman down enough for us to be invited into her apartment to receive further instructions.

It wasn't quite the **** den I envisioned, but the dealer aesthetic that came to mind somehow matched perfectly. Unorganized and messy, balanced out by expensive looking furniture and entry-level designer apparel strewn about.

She briefed and gave us a rather small looking duffle bag that bordered the definition of purse, or maybe the dimensions of a duffle bag were just wrong in my mind. In any case, we went to our apartment to change into clothes believable for a workout and headed towards the location she gave us.

My nerves were a wreck and Belle had to constantly remind me that we are just a couple going to an evening pilates session. The mention of couple stuck out as my moral compass tried to rearrange itself and we soon got out of the passenger wagon of the tram.

Belle played her part really well, which wasn't hard now that I think about it since she just held my hand and had to do little to appear as the doting girlfriend.

"This is the place. I think we're clear." She whispered, nodding towards the alleyway sandwiched between a vacant restaurant and closed insurance office.

I opened the paper bin, after putting on surgical gloves and rummaged through shredded pages and cardboard boxes, until fishing out a suspiciously heavy package, which advertised itself as a vibrator, pulling away the ductape and opening the lid exposed a thoroughly wrapped and even more fishy parcel marked with the stamp the latina told us about.

I confirmed with Belle and put the package into the duffel, making sure to reapply the tape to restore its pristine quality, the gloves stashed into my pockets.

"Mpfh!" My surprised protest was muffled by Belle's lips as my back was shoved against the office building. One of her hands groped my crotch, while the other one pulled mine to her ass, leaving me puzzled.

"Sorry, had to use our disguise." Her survey of my oral cavity came to a halt and her hot breath tickled my skin as she purred the reason for the sudden embrace in the way of motioning towards the street.

Her hands moved to my ass and squeezed hard as she gave me a last smooch and detached.

"You coming, honey?" I struggled to catch my breath, while Belle, already back to business as usual, waited, hand stretched out towards me.

We made our way back without any problems and dropped the bag off at our neighbors place. The sun had already begun to set and the last stretch to our apartment had an enchanted feeling that already made me forget the potentially illegal stuff we just did.