Love X Friends

"Lovette Rose Davidson. When you gone stop playing with me?"

Turning her head, Lovette slowed down and tilted her umbrella to see who was yelling out to her. Locating the offender, she walked closer to the shiny Blue Jeep Wrangler and familiar face she had unknowingly almost walked by.

"Excuse me?" Love asked.

Smirking, the offender further rolled down her window to reveal a pair of almond shaped deep brown eyes, ghanaian-esque nose, and full lips.

"You heard me.." the girl said, slightly leaning out of the passenger side window.

"The girl" is Denesha. Denesha Jones. Current president of her chapter of Delta Kappa Omega, co-captain of the most popular dance team on campus, and resident advisor for one of the freshman dorms. A very involved young woman. On the opposite side, Lovette D was considered by many to be practically a hermit. Everyone knew that her books, her degree and her scholarship were always at the forefront of her mind. Which wasn't a bad thing, because it allowed her to graduate a full year earlier than her peers, and she used the year to start an accelerated masters program. At only 21 years old, she was on track to earn her MBA from Columbia at 22..

"I don't know what you're talking about Nesh," Love sighed as she stood in front of the window. "And I just did my wash-n-go today, so can you quickly explain? And hey Natasha" she added, waving to the driver, another member of DKO.

"I think you do," Denesha said after her line sister waved back. Nesh licked her lips and let her eyes slowly travel up Love's slender body, sending small shivers down the grad assistant's spine. She licked her lips, unlocked the car and carefully stepped out of the jeep and onto the ground. Her beautiful, smooth dark brown skin glistened in the dwindling sunlight, contrasting perfectly with the light blue tank and jogger ensemble she was wearing.

"You've been avoiding me all week, Love. Not picking up calls, not answering texts....you're starting to hurt my feelings."

Lovette rolled her eyes at Nesh's obviously fake pout and leaned on the back door of the jeep, shifting their position so the top of the sorority girl's body blocked out the sun set and she was able to cover them both with her umbrella.

"Well you've been texting very...suggestive things, and as your professor I can't really condone that behavior."

A beat passed as DeNesha and Natasha exchanged a look between themselves and then both looked at Love.

"AHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA" Both girls screamed out in laughter.

Chagrined, Love felt her face flush with heat as she watched the girls roar with glee.

"Girl." Deensha giggled as she stepped closer to Love. "We are the same age. Actually, if you wanna get technical, I'm older than you. And you're my English teacher's assistant. The assistant part is very important, Dwight."

Huffing, Love crossed her arms, recognizing the slight insult.

"The point is," she began "I am in a position where you probably shouldn't do things like that! I could get in trouble."

"But you like a bit of trouble," Nesh quickly countered. "We all used to room together freshman year before you dumped us for the honors dorm...you remember. Right?"

Lovette knew she was in danger of overheating now. She stood up fully to uncross her arms, shifting her tote bag so she could still hold the umbrella over the Nesh and herself.

"Ok, well, this was great. I'll see y'all around."

"Waitttttt" DeNeshsha whined, "Always so sensitive! I actually did have a real question for you. And we can drop you off at grad housing if you want, we're headed in that direction anyway."

Lovette quickly thought through her options. She could either walk the ten blocks in the classic New York drizzle-rain, struggling with her heavy-ass tote and further frizzling her hair.....or - "It's cool, the B/C is right around the corner, I can take it to 118th and walk fro-"

"Girl, shut the hell up and get in the back seat."

With that, Denesha lightly pushed Lovette backwards in order to open the back door for her. "And hurry up please, I just got these braids in last weekend".

Approximately 15 minutes later, Lovette accepted that she had been kidnapped. While driving up the few blocks towards 120th, and Love's apartment, Natasha said she was going to stop at a liquor store first to grab some drinks for the Twerk x Tequila party happening later that night. Why they couldn't do that after they dropped Love off, she didn't know. Denesha and Natasha are probably choosing to hold her hostage just because. The women of DKO were known to have slight power trips sometimes. But, it's also probably why they were the best and most impactful sorority on campus.

"Ugh. There's never any parking here. I don't even know why I keep this car" Natasha complained.

"Stop it Tosh," Densha laughed. "You know you loooove saying, 'Well I don't have to take the subway', with your ole bougie self. Plus, do you realize how often you hit up sample sales in Jersey? And if you didn't have the Jeep, how else would you carry around all of those clothes?"

"And don't forget because she lovessss to go to 'the east end' when it gets warm." Loveett added frok the back seat, making all three girls giggles more.

"Now I know Ms. Davidson ain't tryna read me too!" Natasha hooted, "It's about to be a great weekend indeed."

Pausing, Lovette looked at Tosh in the rearview mirror. "Wait, why will it be a great weekend?"

"Ummmmm no reason. The party forreal. Should be lit. FOUND ONE!" Tosh yelled, pulling the jeep into a spot so quickly that the two other girls slammed into the passenger side doors.

"Whoops! Sorry y'all! Ok I'll be right back, it's just like a 5 minute walk up," Natasha said, laughing at the two other girls pajned expressions and unbuckling her seat belt. "Can y'all stay here and wait? My dad will kill me if I get another ticket."

As the pretty sorority girl gathered up her purse and umbrella, Love took a deeper look at her. With her smooth light-brown skin, full pink lips, long wavy hair and wide hips - she looked just like the rapper Saweetie. Had even cosplayed and won a look-alike contest during Miami spring break last year. Lovette continued to unknowingly stare as Tosh closed the Jeep door and began to walk up the block, her hips and thighs mesmerizing in the black midi dress she was wearing.

"Let me find out you're checking for my sis and not me. We'll have a problem." Nesh interrupted, shaking Love from her thoughts before she could wonder what Tosh's legs felt like wrapped around her - wait.

'We are not going down that route again.' Love thought to herself.

Shifting her full attention to Nesh, she turned in just enough time to move behind the driver's seat as Denesha began to crawl into the backseat with her.

"You could've just asked me to move" laughed Love, helping Nesh right-herself.

"Yea but you clearly had your mind on something else." Nesh shot back.

Finally facing the right way, Nesh leaned towards the front of the car, causing her tank top to ride up and show a bit of her underboob. Of course, a bra wasn't found in sight. As Love watched, Nesh's nipples began to tighten, poking through the blue material. Glancing up, she saw that the chocolate almond eyes were on her, and when Nesh saw Lovette glance up at her, she slowly licked her lips.

"You know," Denesha said lightly, settling back next to Love "I've seen you staring at me. Around campus. In class even."

"No....uh.. I just-"

"It's cool" Denesha said, shifting so her knee touched Love's outer thigh. "I like it. It turns me on. But I did have something to ask you. Two things actually. First, can you help me edit my final paper for Eng 402? I literally cannot get under an B+, or else I'll lose my Magna Cum Laude honors title. I've worked really hard and Ms. Bryers capstone class is about to break me."

The shift in energy almost gave Love whiplash.

"Ummmm sure," Love said. "But Bryant is a better writer than me. He works in the writing center and I can give you his number. He might be a better fit."

"Nahhhhhh," Denesha drawled. "I want you. Which leads me to my second question. Why did we stop hanging out? Like for real. I feel like freshman year you, me, Tosh and Monique used to be really good friends. We practically lived together."

"We literally did live together," Love interrupted.

"My point exactly. Then at the end of the school year it's like a switch happened. You just stopped fucking with us. Mo was really upset too. You didn't even come to her goodbye party when she transferred to LSU."

"Ok Nesh," Love sighed. "Let's not act like nothing happened. You KNOW what happened and that I.....I don't know it was weird. I didn't mean to ghost y'all I just....what happened was weird."

"Weird for who?" Denesha countered. "Because if I remember correctly, we all liked it. No one thought it was weird. And we made you feel good, didn't we?" Denesha purred.

Without Love realizing it, somehow the short dancer had slid closer to Love, and was now rubbing her upper thigh. Without realizing it, Love had slightly spread her legs in response, just enough that Nesh's right hand could go a little bit deeper. Without realizing it, Love accepted that Denesha could still play her like a fiddle. And that she still got wet for her. Very wet.

Honing in on her complacency, Denesha grinned and leaned even closer to Lovettee, so that her lips were right next to the grad-assistants ear.

"Can I make you feel good again? Please?" Without waiting for her to answer, Denesha slid her hand under Love's cargo skirt band and began to lightly press on her mound.

"You still like it like this....right?" Denesha purred, rubbing Love in slow circles.

Love couldn't breathe. She didn't know how the fuck she got here, and so quickly. Literally less than ten minutes ago they had just parked, and now Denesha's hands were making her feel like.....like...like she wanted to cum on them. More like needed to. Love opened her eyes as she felt Denesha's other hand grab her face and turn it towards the smaller chocolate girl.

Denesha smirked. "You're so easy. I don't know why you've been resisting me."

Love just spread her legs even further apart as a response. She refused to speak because she knew her words would fail her. And she refused to give Nesh the satisfaction.

Never-the-less, Denesha continued to rub Lovette with her right hand as the windows of the Jeep got foggier. After a few more slow seconds, Nesh slipped her hand into Love's panties and continued to rub her clit in circles. Love's hips immediately responded, pushing towards the fingers and practically begging for release. Denesha quietly moaned, and once again squoze Love's face in her hands, forcing the younger girl to open her eyes once more. This time though, Denesha was so close to Love's face that she could smell her peppermint gum.

"Loveeee," Denehsa whispered as she slowed her pace. "You need to tell me you like it so I can keep going...you got so wet for me."

Love gently groaned and tried to keep rubbing her mound against Denesha's fingers. "Nope. I need words baby." Nesh purred.

Even though Love could barely think with her lust-addled mind, she still refused to give the chapter president the satisfaction of hearing her beg. Instead, she looked into Nesh's eyes and closed the distance between them.

It was like the floodgates opened. As their lips touched and tongues fought for dominance, Denesha continued her assault on Love's pussy and even took one of her hands underneath the girl's tank top and bra to pull on her nipples. Love's pussy was soaked now. She wouldn't be surprised if her juices were leaking onto the backside of her skirt.

As Denesha rubbed faster and faster on Love's clit, basically panting into Love's mouth herself, the Jeep driver side door opened.

"Well damn. Was I gone that long?"

Shooting up, Love tried her best to cover herself, except Denesha still had her fingers in her pussy, now just pulling on her clit, coaxing it to get bigger and bigger. The wetness on her thighs shined under the Jeep's overheard light.

Seeing the stricken look on Love's face, Natasha laughed.

"Don't stop on my account. But we do need to get going." With that, the lightskin girl hopped into the car, set her bags onto the passenger seat, and set off.

Love looked at Natasha in the rearview mirror, clearly shifted so the driver got a full view, as the girl began to slowly navigate the roads.

Denesha began to nuzzle her neck and suck on her collarbone, slipping two fingers into Love's waiting hole.

"Mmmmm" Love moaned loud, the most she's said during this entire interaction, as she leaned her head back and once again accepted her fate.

Denesha slowly began to pick up pace as she fingered Love's pussy, pushing her closer to closer to orgasm.

"Pull her skirt up, Nesh, I can't see. And her bra." Natahsa said breathlessly from the front seat, trying to focus on the roads and the scene in the back seat.

Without a word, Love shimmied her skirt down so it hung off of one thigh, her other legs spreading her pussy open so Natasha had a good view while Denesha pulled up her top so her 36C breasts were hanging out.

Immediately Denesha attacked her nipples with fury. She licked and sucked and nibbled on the small brown nubs, until they were so covered in spit that you could hear slurping. The only other sound in the car was the sound of Denesha fingering Love's sloppy pussy and the kisses that they were passionately exchanging.

Before much longer, Love felt the tell-tale sign in her lower abdomen. She began to buck against Denesha's hand and in response, Nesh curled her fingers up towards the spot and pressed her palm against Love's clit.

"Ohhhhh fuck. Ahhhhhh fuck." Love moaned.

She grinded even harder against Denesha's hand and opened her eyes, looking straight at Natasha. The Saweetie look-alike had her own hands in her pants, rubbing herself quickly. Natasha's eyes were glued to what was happening to Love's pussy and even had one hand tugging on her own breast, which had been pulled out above her tube top. Love hadn't even realized they were parked again. Tosh looked back in the rearview mirror, into Love's eyes, and winked - simultaneously bringing one of her breasts to her own lips as she began to suck on the nipple, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

The 21 year old grad-assistant exploded. Eyes shut, her pussy clenched around Denesha's fingers and felt a small amount of liquid squirt into the girl's hand.

"Yess, give me that shit." Denesha whispered as Love's eyes rolled back and hips began to buck violently. "Cum all over these fucking fingers. I know just what you want, baby. I know how to treat you. I knew you wanted this."

Love could barely hear the words she was speaking, she only knew that her fingers were touching places that had never been caressed like this. She opened her mouth and silently begged Denesha to kiss her. Denesha complied swiftly.

As Love started to come down, Denesha removed her fingers from her pussy and once again began to slowly rub her clit, sending small rumors through Love's body. Finally, Love was able to open her eyes and look into Denesha's smug face.

"So? You done playing with me?"

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