Yes Pierre and bam finna fuck

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JUST CREEPIN'

A'JOURIE WRIGHT
OCTOBER 13th; FRIDAY

"GIRL IM THINKING hello kitty." Bam heard jourie speak as he walked through the living room on his way to the kitchen.

"You know what, hello kitty is a little childish but I can make it look good. Let me go get my iPad and I can make you a cart to order stuff." Samaria stood up from the couch, and the pads of her feet hit the soft rug.

Jourie told Samaria she would pay her best friend if she redecorated her room and she jumped at the opportunity, all she needed was a theme idea and she she could handle the rest.

Jourie wanted something with pink, and hello kitty came to mind so that's what she wanted, and she knew her best friend could make it look good without it looking like a room for an elementary schooler.

Samaria headed towards the back at the same time that shahid was coming from the back room. "Yo, who the fuck is drinking my arizonas dude." Bams deep voice boomed with his face buried in the fridge.

Samaria and sahid paused and gazed at each other. "It wasn't me, ion know man. Wassup jourie." Sahid spoke before turning back to go in his room so he wouldn't be questioned.

Samaria continued to her room never answering. Bam was always fussing about his arizonas. Anything else he wouldn't make a big deal but his arizonas were a different story.

Bam rolled his eyes knowing it was bullshit, but grabbed a bottle, and closed the fridge. He made his way back to the living room, with his puppy star close on his heels.

He and Jourie had been switching star every three days for the past two and a half weeks, and it was working for the both of them. There were minimal problems between the two as well.

Jourie even confided in bam and Samaria at the same time about Pierre being her cousin the prior week when she was over at their home. She didn't really think anything of it, but her mom was a different story.

Before Saint was able to get the full story out about how his daughter was created his baby sister was attacking him, and he ended up with a broken finger. Kourtney broke his finger, and then drove him to the hospital.

Once he told her he had no idea that she was Cayeton, explaining her change in appearance, and that he was given a different name she felt really bad. Kourtney was the type to do first ask later, and she was starting to realize she needed to work on that.

Jourie was really shocked at her mother and uncles actions, because he didn't even seem to care that his sister literally broke a bone on his body. Jourie just didn't even know that while growing up they had more fights than imaginable.

Saint forgave his sister without a second thought, and she drove him to get his finger casted like it was nothing and she wasn't the one who did it.

"I don't like how my baby isn't even acknowledging me right now." Jourie spoke with her chin resting on her palm, eyeing bam. She was pretty sure she had stars in her eyes.

She quickly came to realize that bam walked around with no shirt on 90 percent of the time in his house, and usually she was used to that—but bam had got tatted up in their time apart, on both arms and his neck.

It made her wonder if he got her name covered, but she could never tell because it was on the back of his neck in a secluded spot where his hair covered it up. She figured he did though.

"Because she missed me, she like fifteen now." He told her making her burst out laughing, and a smile spread across his face. "What? Ain't that how dog years work." He continued.

"Dog years are confusing. People usually say one year is like seven dog years but ion think that's right." Jourie explained watching him twist his cap from his arizona bottle off.

"I know I'm right." He sighed, using his free hand to pet star that was laying across his lap. Jourie just watched because it was like her dog didn't even notice she was there.

"I can't believe she's ignoring me like I didn't raise her." Jourie shook her head with a fake pout painted on her face.

"Eww jourie, don't make that face." Bam frowned at her disgustedly, and she couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if it was a playful type of thing.

"What?" Jourie frowned confused watching him stand up, with star getting ready to follow him wherever he was going.

"Dick hard." He muttered walking away, knowing he wasn't loud enough for the girl to catch it.

She watched him walk away in confusing disappearing into his room shortly after.

"He is so rude. I thought we was bonding." She muttered crossing her arms over her chest feeling slighted. A few seconds later Samaria finally reappeared.

"Sorry, I was looking for my Apple Pencil." She apologized truthfully. "We gonna make a blue print for your room. It's easier wit my pencil—the fuck wrong with you? Did bam say something wit his pencil shaped ass." Her face fell flat noticing the look on her bestfriends face.

Jourie smiled at her. Samaria really was a sweet girl. She loved how much she cared. She cared about everybody's feelings, even if she didn't know them that well.

"He didn't say anything to me girl." Jourie cleared it up. "I'm okay I was just thinking about something." Jourie added on hoping she was believable.

"You don't seem okay." Samaria looked at her skeptically, "if you say so though. So anyway, I was thinking this pink rug would be cute, and this comforter. It's black and pink hello kitty so it won't give off the childish look like I was telling you—yo Samaria come bring me to the store real quick." Sahid cut her off coming from the back with his keys in his hand.

"Sahid it's after ten everything is finna close. Can you wait until tomorrow." Samaria frowned. She had been driving him around due to a bet she had lost two weeks ago. She basically had to ask how high when Sahid said jump.

She was about to say fuck it, but when ever she won, Sahid always did whatever she wanted like cater to her whenever she called, or did the dishes every time it was her turn for a month.

"So? It's only gonna be like ten minutes , I just wanna ho to corna sto before it close and get some candy and chips." He explained with a shrug referring to the convenience store. "Jourie can come too." His eyes shifted to her.

"Who? I'm not going outside, I already took my shower." Jourie looked at him crazy. She never went outside within an hour of taking a shower. That's was how you got sick. Plus she felt it defeated the purpose.

If she took a shower she was in for the night. "Come on maria, we gonna be right back. I can't drive right now my back hurting. If it was you I would do it so get yo ass up." He complained and she groaned.

"Okay jourie, I'll be right back and we can continue our sleepover. I should've listened to you and had our sleepover at your house." Samaria rolled her eyes, putting her iPad down.

"I told you. Now look at us, getting interrupted. Now hurry up, I'm finna start this movie without you." She picked up the remote to the fire stick attached to the large 58 inch tv mounted on the wall.

"Hush, it won't take long." Samaria rolled her eyes. "Let's go bitch. You know you are so fucked up sahid."
Samaria ranted next to the front door sliding her feet in her purple crocs.

Jourie laughed as they bickered leaving the house, and pushed play on the movie "the blackening" that her and Samaria planned on watching. After, she got up and turned the living room light off.

She picked up her phone, and opened it barely paying attention because she knew she would have to start it over. She texted her bestfriend telling her to get her a bag of Doritos, and a pack of all pink starbursts.

Afterwards, she switched over to Pinterest, and started scrolling saving things she saw that she liked.

"Where the fuck everybody go." The voice made jourie jump—her heart pounding against her chest.

"Jesus, what the fuck bam can you make your presence known next time?" Her palm was placed over her heart. She could feel the rapid thumping.

"Sorry, but where everybody went." He plopped next to her as he reached for the bowl of popcorn her and Samaria had made only a little bit prior.

"Samaria drove Sahid to the store because of some bet. Where is my baby star?" She retorted keeping her eyes on the tv.

"She fell asleep in her lil bed. She look so cute I can't even lie. I had to take a picture." He reached in his pocket for his phone.

Jourie giggled, "I can already see what type of dad you gonna be." She remarked playfully.

"Damn right." Bam agreed with her. He had a wonderful father and role model growing up, and he would be none the less just as good as his father was to him.

"See look." He put his phone in her face giving a clear view of star laying in the doggy bed all curled up, in dim lights from bams room.

"Aweee, send me dat. Send me dat." She mocked the tiktok sound that she had been hearing everywhere.

Bam laughed, but used his thumb to press the share icon. "I been meaning to ask you how therapy going for you." He stated after pocketing his phone.

He felt the need to keep updated since she was going with the story that she went because of his words.

"Good actually. She got me into journaling and I like it." Jourie responded.

"I like your lil change jourie." Bam expressed truthfully. When she tilted her head he continued, "I mean yo attire, yo hair, but mostly yo attitude Fasho." She was acting like the girl he fell in love with.

"Well, thank you. I'm trying." She exhaled.

"So what is dis?" He referred to the movie.

"It's a horror movie revolving around a black group of friends if I'm not mistaken." She responded shifting her attention back to the TV.

"So does nobody die?" He questioned and jourie paused.

"Your not funny." She happened to say as a laugh slipped through her lips.

He smirked , begging to differ. He shrugged his shoulders, and she looked at him a while longer before bringing her hand up to the back of his head, softly lifting his dread locs up.

"I thought you would've got it covered , not gon' hold you." Her voice was so low it was almost a whisper.

He tucked his lips in. "Nah." He responded. He didn't find the need to explain why. He just didn't. It was so many times where he was going to, but never went through with it.

She ran her finger along her name in the honey script font.

Her palm gripped the back of his neck softly pulling him closer, and her heart dropped when he brought his hand up to her wrist to stop her from doing what he knew she was about to.

"What's wrong," The words fell from her lips. It was the first time he had ever rejected her.

"Imma feel fucked up if I say it." The sorrow was evident in his voice.

It was like a light bulb went off in her head. "Oh," she brushed out , "bam I'm clean." She swore referring to the chlamydia she recently had a couple months prior. "I can show you." She offered even though the moment had basically been ruined.

"I believe you." He responded even though he felt bad he had ruined it at this point.

"What about you?" Her hand was still placed on the back of his neck.

"See me? I been celibate for a year." He gloated playfully, and she laughed at him.

She was caught off guard when the boy finally pressed his lips against hers, but instantly engaged in the kiss with him.

Just as quickly as it started, Jourie inserted her tongue into his mouth, creating leeway for a French kiss. The sounds of their lips smacking together softly filled the room. Their tongues swirled together in a sloppy manner as spit transferred between the two of him.

Bam let his hands drop to the girls' body, and they began roaming all over her, never breaking their kiss. She didn't know how long they would be gone, so she didn't want to prolong it.

She started reaching in his sweat pants, and he gripped her wrists stopping pulling her back. He swallowed deeply, his eyes were penetrating her soul. He was having a battle with himself, and he lost.

He used his hands to scoop her body up, earning a squeal from her, before she wrapped her legs around his torso. He had lost the battle with himself, and had given in. He would give her whatever she wanted, just not out in the open when his sister and cousin were liable to walk through the door.

Carrying her back to his room, she couldnt wipe the playful smile from her face. He walked her inside kicking the door closed, and she gazed at the red and black room decor. It was different, and she liked it.

He turned around and sat back on his bed , leaving her to straddle him. She attacked his lips again while his hand slid in her dangerously short pajama shorts, and underwear .

She moaned when he used his soft palms to kneed into her soft ass because it felt so good. His right hand went farther though, and an arch in her back was evident when two of his fingers came in contact with her entrance.

He only toyed around it, circling his fingers around her tight and moist hole but never inserted them inside of her. She moaned pulling back, and her head fell back.

She knew they didn't have the time for too much foreplay. "Take them off." She instructed him, wanting him to hurry up.

He bit on his bottom lip with lustful eyes, before he placed his lips on her chest , rolling his tongue around one spot starting to suck shortly after. She produced a moan.

It felt like a pool was forming in her underwear, and he knew exactly how to get her body to react. He used his thumbs to pull her shorts down as far as he could, before she stood up pulling them all the way off.

He could feel his dick throbbing watching her unclothe herself. She took off her shirt leaving her completely naked, and he couldn't help himself placing his hands on her waist standing up.

He stood up in front of her, towering her shorter frame and leaned down kissing her once again, but deeper. He missed kissing her. She had the most soft lips he'd ever encountered, and he swore she tasted sweet but it could've been his mind playing tricks just because of who she was.

She took it upon herself to pull his pants down , and he pulled back removing his shirt at the same time, stepping out of his pooled clothes after. He reached picking her body up, and turned around laying her on the bed.

She leaned up on her elbows keeping eye contact with him as he spit in his hand, using it to rub on his full hard on erection. Her clit pulsated at the sight, his dick was so pretty to her. The base matched his light brown skin tone and the tip had an even lighter brownish-pinkish tint to it, and along with that his veins were visible on his throbbing dick and that just created even more arousal within her.

He tucked his top lip in with his bottom one still poking out, aligning himself with her entrance. When he started to push himself in, she gasped causing him to halt his movements.

"Don't stop baby, keep going." She moaned feeling his dick stretching her completely out. She brought her fingers to her hardened nipples starting to pinch them as he watched her with desire.

He went deeper and she began moaning uncontrollably. She couldn't explain how good it felt. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he started off with slow and long strokes. "Ouuu fuck." She moaned in his ear.

He groaned softly, listening to her pussy creating wet and suctioning sounds everytime he re-entered her. "Fuck jourie, this shit..." he trailed off with a hiss.

He hadn't had sex in over a year, and even though she wasn't — she felt like a virgin all over again as his dick deeply penetrating her. "Oh my gosh, I missed this dick so much." She caressed the side of his face with her soft palm.

He lifted the top of his body bringing it away from hers, and she occupied her hands by holding her legs wide open. With that, his rhythmic strokes sped up a slight bit more.

He grabbed the base of his dick and pulled completely out, creating an empty void within her. "Why did you—fuck!" She exclaimed when the boy rammed his long and thick dick back into her.

Her soft moans were in sync with every single powerful stroke he delivered. Every thrust felt to be going deeper and deeper. "You like that shit huh," he used his hands to pin her hands against her thighs holding them back .

"Yessss," she dragged out faithfully.

"You look so pretty wit my dick inside you like this, jourie. You know dat?" He bit on his bottom lip as her pussy oozed from arousal. She tried to move her hands to place on his chest. "Nah take this shit." He stopped her attempts.

He watched her large breasts jerk up and down with each stroke, mesmerizing him. "Don't stop fucking me," she whined softly.

"Hold yo legs jourie, don't let go." His voice was firm, and he was serious. She held them in place , and he started fucking her harder than before.

"Good job baby, just like that. Don't let em go."
He reminded her, he looked down at her. He removed one hand, and stuck his thumb in his mouth before bringing it to her clit, rubbing it softly.

"This pussy so pretty, I missed it too mama." He muttered, referring to how she told him she missed his dick. She wanted to respond so bad, but her mouth was agape and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head.

"It feel so so good, don't stop." She kept repeating, wanting him to keep it up. She didn't want him to slow down or anything. He was ramming his dick into her like he was trying to kill it, and it was doing things to her.

"Shit," he watched as a creamy white substance began to coat his dick every time he pulled out to push back in. "Tell me you love me, mama." He wanted to hear the words from her mouth.

He groaned at the sound of her delicate voice moaning for him. "I— you—" she could t even find the right words as she stumbled over them. "I love you," she moaned gripping his black satin sheets.

His stomach tightened, "say it again." He groaned out softly.

"I love you, kamarion."

He brought his right hand up to her neck, wrapping it around with only a light pressure behind it. "Who pussy dis is?"

Her eyes crossed, and she swore at that moment he was going as deep as her body would even let him, like he was hitting her cervix or something. "It's yours," she whimpered softly.

Her mouth was wide open, and she closed her eyes. Her body jerked with every stroke. The only sounds through out the room was when their skin was meeting, slapping against each other. She could feel her orgasm building up intensely.

When his grip tightened around her neck, her grip tightened around his dick.

"You such a slut mama," his voice was low and soft, "you like that shit." He stated realizing she clenched around him the more he choked her.

"Kamari-on ...oh fuck." She let out a breath when he slowed down completely. He angled his body to hit her spot a little better, and her entire body twitched.

"You ain't ever leaving me alone again jourie." He stated , promising her as he slowly stroked inside of her.

"Okay okay! Im cumming kamarion fuck." Her legs shook intensely, and her hands flew to his biceps gripping them hardly. It was almost like an out of body experience as the room grew quiet and his semen spewed from out of his tip deep inside of her.

They were both sweaty, and out of breath, but felt a sense of relief all in one.

Bam waited a moment, before he finally pulled from out of her missing the warmth wrapped around him already. He felt it was over too soon. Sure they were on a time crunch but still.

He made it to his closet fully naked and she eyed the piece of work his body was, including his dick that was hung lowly. He got a clean towel from his closet, making his way back over to her using it to wipe softly in between her legs.

"Fuck, my bad jourie." He apologized and her eyes followed his noticing the marks on her chest.

"It's okay." She assured him, pulling him closer to her where she pecked his lips twice in a row. The feeling lingered between the two of them. "I miss you." She stated softly with a blush.

"Me too."

Wrote this at one am, and I didn't feel like watching Twitter so it might be sloppy. Idk.

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