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March 7, 2020 (Continued)

Emily and Sue slyly left the bathroom together after their encounter. They were both incredibly hot and bothered after that—with Emily not finishing Sue off and then Emily watching Sue finish herself off in front of her. It was all so much happening at once and it overwhelmed them both—in the best way possibly, of course.

Emily was walking in front of Sue at a bit of a distance, moving her way through the crowd as Sue followed her back to the table in the corner. Her panties in Emily's back pocket caught her eye, though—realizing a part of the lacy string of her thong was hanging out of her pocket. Sue glanced over at James who was still playing darts and drinking beers with the guys—paying no attention to them.

Sue grabbed Emily's wrist and pulled her over against the wall before returning to the table. It was a bit secluded—dimly lit and away from the crowd of people. A quieter place to chat.

Emily looked at Sue confused, "What's happening?"

Sue let go of Emily's wrist and raised her eyebrow at her, "My panties are hanging out of your pocket—I can see them."

"And?" Emily flirted, a smirk on her face.

"Emily Dickinson..." Sue said, looking at her sternly as she crossed her arms. "Put it all in your pocket."

Emily chuckled, "Hell no! And you can't make me, Susie." She said, matter-of-factly as she reciprocated and crossed her arms, too.

Sue shook her head, "Please."

Emily shook hers and leaned in toward Sue, "What? You don't want James to find out this way that I've been fucking his girl?" Emily looked at Sue's face, trying to read her. "Or worse—that his girl loves me now?" Emily leaned in closer now, licking her lips before putting them against Sue's ear, glancing over at James as she spoke, "If you haven't noticed—I'm the one paying attention to you tonight..." Emily said, still looking at James as she put her hand on Sue's waist. She continued to talk into Sue's ear, "Your fiancé—well, not so much."

Emily backed away and looked Sue in the eyes before looking down at her hand that had her engagement ring on it. Sue followed her gaze and saw that she was looking at the ring. She looked back into Sue's eyes, looking at her sternly, "Take it off, or..." Emily started, grabbing Sue's hand as she brought it up to her mouth. They both glanced over at James quickly but then got lost in each other's stare again. She pressed her lips against Sue's fingers, "Do you want me to? You remember how good I am at doing that, Susie?" She practically whispered, both of their eyes heavy as Emily stared at Sue and Sue stared at Emily's lips on her fingers.

Sue nodded, completely in a trance over Emily in that moment. They were out in the open—anyone could be staring at them. James could look over at any second and see what Sue and Emily were doing but they didn't care.

"So, what's it gunna be?" Emily asked, hoarsely—her lips still against Sue's fingers as she held her hand. "You?" Emily whispered, kissing Sue's fingers, "Or me?" She put the tip of Sue's ring finger in her lips while she stared at her.

Sue was still entranced, watching Emily move her lips down a bit more on her finger. "You." She finally said, her voice harsh.

That's all Emily needed to hear to move her lips down Sue's ring finger—staring at her the entire time. Her lips wrapped around the ring and she scraped her teeth against Sue's finger as she brought the ring up, her mouth leaving Sue's finger covered in her saliva. Emily took the ring out from her teeth and put it in her pocket.

"You can have this back before you leave tonight." Emily said, patting her pocket that the ring was in.

Emily did not care anymore. She wanted James to find out about them—whether it be Sue telling him, him putting the pieces together, or him just catching them. After exchanging I love you's to one another, Emily really believed that Sue was going to end it finally with James. Hell, Sue just let her suck her finger in the bar, and though they were in more of a secluded spot—people could still see their silhouettes if they really were looking in their direction.

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