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Honey rushed out the bustling party, hand in hand with DJ into the brisk night. She didn't even think twice before snatching up her coat from the couch and leaving without a backwards glance. She knew she would get hell from her friends for abruptly vanishing, but she would cross that bridge when she got to it. She could easily make it up to them at a later date or simply explain why she left like she did. Deciding on the latter, Honey pulled out her phone with her free hand, shooting both Cyn and Angel a text message and shoved her phone into the pocket of her coat as they headed to the curb where the cars were lined up.
DJ hadn't said anything since they hurriedly left the party. All she did was tug Honey alongside her, stealing heated glances in her direction every now and again. She thought DJ was lusting after the girl who was dancing on her, but it didn't compare in the least bit to how she was looking at Honey. It made her alight with uncontainable desire, spilling over until she couldn't sedate it anymore. Once they were inside the confinement of DJ's car, she leaned over the console and placed her hand on DJ's inner thigh, stroking lightly. "Why do you keep staring at me? You like what you see?" She carried on, becoming dangerously close to the waistband of her jeans.
DJ paused her action of shoving the keys in the ignition to stare at Honey with hooded eyes. "If you knew what was goin' in my mind. You wouldn't be tryin' me.." She rigidly turned the key, breathing deeply as she started the engine. "This ain't no 'bust a nut real quick' type shit I'm on. You comin' back to my crib for a reason."
Undeterred, Honey moved forward with a sultry smile, her lips brushing across DJ's jawline as she whispered. "I'm not trying you, DJ. You can have it right now and all night long. Here's some motivation." She answered slyly, removing her hand to grasp DJ's hand in her own, bringing it over to her hemmed up mini skirt. She opened legs wide, giving DJ a clear view of what was underneath. Feeling satisfied with how she had her undivided attention. She used DJ's fingers to skim over the soaked fabric of her stockings and pressed it to the length of her slit.
DJ gazed at Honey for a moment of time, her dark eyes glossed over in a lust tinted haze. "Baby, don't get me goin' cause I won't be able to stop." She warned her seriously, but made no move to withdraw her hand.
She trailed DJ's finger over the outline to her clit and circled it over the bud before reluctantly stopping with a sigh, giving DJ the green light to start their journey to her place. "Mmkay, I'll stop because you asked me to." She resigned, much to DJ's relief but then she hiked up her skirt further and pushed her stockings to the side, boldly revealing her overflowing wetness.
"I'll just keep myself occupied while you drive a whole 30 minutes back to where you stay. That's not a problem is it, DJ?" Honey looked her dead in the eyes and dipped a finger into her pool of juices, stimulating her clit. Under DJ's watchful eye paired with how turned on she already was...she almost came right then and there in the car. Honey bit her lip and slumped against the seat, begrudgingly slowing down due to her extreme sensitivity.
