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𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 °。°。
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"Amina can you please pull over!" I whine at my older sister's friend.
"No! I told you to try and pee when we were at the gas station ten minutes ago! You need to start listening," she says aggressively.
We are on our way to an Airbnb for my sister's birthday. Me, Amina, and a few of our friends combined, are going to decorate the spot for her 21st. Our friends decided that it would be best if me and Amina headed out first so they could guide my sister there tonight.
I didn't have to pee either. I just wanted to be as far away from Amina as possible. I tried every excuse that I could but it wasn't working, and I'm starting to think that she's catching on.
"You gon keep ignoring and running away from me or what?" Amina looks over at me. I was right. I look up from my phone and stare at the open road in front of us.
"We have nothing to talk about," I mumble.
"Trust, we have plenty to talk about," Amina replies with her attention still on me. When we stop at a red light she hurriedly pulls off her black hoodie. I glance over at her right tattoo sleeve and messy set of curls. I imagine her hands being in me as I watch her hurriedly grip the steering wheel once the light turns green.
"You are staring," she interrupts.
"I know," I reply before putting my attention back on my phone.
Me and Amina used to mess around a bit, but once I found out she was good friends with my sister I backed off. I didn't want things to be awkward, and I feared if we ended on a bad note it would create secret animosity. And trust, my sister does not play with bad vibes.
"You stopped texting me," Amina continues while playing with her lips out of boredom.
"I didn't want to make things weird," I sigh and turn off my phone.
"Your fear only came true because you allowed it to. It wouldn't exist if you pushed through that fear anyways," she looks over at me and slouches deeper in the drivers seat.
"I'm sorry," I whisper before turning my phone back on and enjoying the rest of my mini road trip.
The drive to our destination is not that long, only about an hour and thirty minutes. I look over at the google maps displayed on the car screen and see that we have forty-five minutes left.
"Can I play a song?" I ask Amina, who in return gives me a nod of approval. I pull up my Spotify and press Ryd by Steve Lacy. I start to bop my head to the chill beat and sing along.
"Next thing I know, she was feelin' on me/And I was in the M-double-O-D/When she said park my car down the backstreet," I sing the lyrics. I catch Amina smirking in my side peripheral and feel myself start to become horny as I remember our old times.
I'm horny, I think while staring at her. I pick up my phone to skip to the next song in my playlist.
"Pull your pants down then," Amina speaks. I turn my head over at her with confusion all over my face.
"Huh?" I question.
"Pull. Your. Pants. Down. You said you were horny right?" She repeats. I feel heat rise to my face at the embarrassing act. I need to stop thinking out loud.
I hesitantly pull down my shorts and kick them off in front of me. I lean my chair back further and lift my feet onto my seat.
"Touch yourself," she says nonchalantly while turning the wheel. I look over at her and furrow my eyebrows.
"Ileah. If I keep repeating myself then we will not make it to the Airbnb on time," she voices sternly.
I take my hand and stuff it inside of my panties. I release a deep breath as I feel my cold hands make contact with my wet folds. I circle my fingers around my clit and hold in my moans.
"You are going to do what I say. Listen to my voice mama and do not hold in your moans. You know how I feel about that," Amina turns down the radio a bit.
I keep playing with my clit as I feel a pressure arise in me. I whine as I cum so quickly. I stop in embarrassment; her voice alone can make me cum.
"Add your fingers, keep going, and pull down your underwear a bit," she instructs.
I do as she says and finger myself at a decent pace. I let out any moans that I can muster as I curl my fingers to hit my g-spot. I cum again and whine because Amina tells me to keep going.
We have about fifteen minutes left and I'm on my fourth orgasm. My juices are all over the seat and I start to become hot from the pleasure I'm giving myself with a mix of Amina's voice.
I feel a hand gently slap my hand and I sigh out in relief. I'm so overstimulated. I instantly regret my thought when longer hands insert themselves in my heat.
"Fuck," I hear Amina whisper underneath her breath.
"You are so wet for me baby," Amina laughs as she slowly fingers me. I try to move away from her and bury myself in the seat, but I make the mistake of looking over at her and seeing her glare.
"You have to focus on the road, shit," I whine.
"Ain't nobody here, and I know how to drive with one hand," she says calmly. I look through the cars tinted windows and see nobody else out on the streets but a few cars. My breath starts to increase as Amina speeds up her fingers.
"Give me one more nut baby," Amina begs. I feel my heart skip a beat and I start to cry from the pleasure.
"I'm about to cum," I cry as my juices flood the seat and my eyes roll back.
Amina hits a certain spot that sends me over the edge. I have my fifth orgasm and practically collapse onto Amina's black seat when I come down from my high. I feel the car come to a stop and slowly blink my eyes open when I notice that we are parked in front of the Airbnb.
"Let's go, we got stuff to do. I'll give you your sixth orgasm later on tonight," Amina kisses my cheek and licks her fingers as she gets out the car.
I look down at the mess I made and feel a wave of exhaustion hit me.
