JUST CREEPIN'

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JUST CREEPIN'

AJOURIE WRIGHT
OCTOBER 28th; SATURDAY

"YOU NEED THAT? You need that? You need that?" Jourie repeatedly playfully questioned trying to jump up to bams height in order to put him in a headlock.

"I'm so sick of you, where you even get that shit from." He laughed holding her wrists in order to restrain her.

"You know we got people down stairs right?" She reminded him, but he didn't seem to care. They had caught up with Derek, Daniel and the rest of them.

Bam still felt a certain way about how Pierre handled him earlier when he was doing nothing but trying not to make her feel un-included. So he wasn't even around her, knowing she was down stairs in his back yard.

"So what?" He questioned wrapping his slim arms around her waist, lifting her up and flopping on his old bed. He kissed her on the cheek, and she blushed.

"Can you stop, you don't know personal spaceee." She pretended to act as if he was bothering her, swiveling her head away from him.

"Fuck that." He responded softly, laying his head on her chest. He could admit he loved using her breasts as a pillow. They're weren't small, and they were soft too.

Reaching for his phone in his pocket, he kept his head laid on her chest, unlocking it. Licking his lips, he swiped over to his camera, and started recording out of boredom.

"Jourie."

"Hmm." She muttered back with her eyes closed, bringing her hand up to the back of his head to rub her fingers through his scalp.

"Pop a titty." His voice was so calm she couldn't even decipher if he was for real, or if he even heard him correctly,

She gasped, and her eyes popped open to see he was recording.

A goofy smile took over her face before she reached for the top hem of her corset top pulling one side down slightly.

Once her right boob fell out of her top, Bam bursted into laughter, stopping the video. "You aggy as fuck for actually doin' dat shit, fool." He spoke, coming down from his laughter.

"You said do it, so I did. You better hide that video too." She warned him, but he already knew the drill. They made so many videos before it wasn't funny.

"I gotchu ma, don't trip." He assured her truthfully. He kissed her nipple since it was still hanging out, and her breath caught in her throat.

"You gon' eat it?" She questioned playfully, but he was already a few steps ahead of her with his fingers dipping under the Jean gallery dept mini skirt she was wearing.

"Fasho." He responded running his fingers up her smooth legs.

She started squirming, "I was just playing kamarion, it's too many people here." She was trying to move away from him before she messed around and said forget the people down stairs.

"So what? They outside. And we gon' be quiet right?" He glanced up, locking eyes with her. She nodded slowly, feeling her clit thump in anticipation. "And we gon' be quick right?" He asked another question, but she already knew he was telling her, not asking.

He was just making sure she was on the same page as him.

"Okay den." He muttered once she bit her lip and nodded once again, throwing all caution out the window. Lifting her skirt up, he was happy she had it on since it gave him easier access.