Alright you guys! Here's a story my best friend and I collaborated on. Just a warning: This story is going to be extremely long.
Also, there's going to be smut in the next chapter so I'd like to warn you before you read it.
You can always skip over it if you'd like. Well, I hope you guys stay with me until the very end because it's going to be a long and bumpy ride.
Safety and Peace my friends! :D
"Are you ready yet, Monica?" Devon, Monica's friend, called from the living room of the loft they shared. Tonight was a normal night out on the town with the usual group consisting of Monica, Devon, and Desmond. Each one of them had their own stresses and simply needed to unwind a bit, relax. Devon and Monica had decided to meet up with Desmond at the bar he worked at after he got out. Devon sighed, fixing the collar of her long-sleeved white flow-y top and her foot tapping away against the tiled floor. "Monica!" Devon called again, her voice heavy with impatience and exasperation.
"Hold your horses!" Monica shot back putting on the finishing touches of makeup in a rush. She had gotten distracted while working on a surprise present to give to Devon, and had forgotten about tonight's plans until Devon had reminded her two hours ago. Monica chose to wear her favorite lacy black dress; the one she had worn to her mom's Christmas party the year before, but this time instead of pearls and black flats, she picked the dangly silver earrings and studded cuff to wear with her dress. Monica put on her black heels and with a skip in her step bounced out of her room and into the living area. Devon looked up from her phone when Monica entered the room.
"Hey baby. I'd let you dump tea into my Boston Harbor any day." Devon joked, sending her best friend a wink. Monica let out a mock roar and the two busted out laughing as they headed towards the door.
"I just texted Desmond and told him we were on our way." Devon stood smoothing out her leather skinny jeans, picking up her small black studded clutch.
"Why the fuck are you wearing heels, you tall bitch!" Devon yelled, looking at Monica, who was already a towering 5'7" height. The heels she was wearing increased her height by two inches, leaving her at an intimidating 5'9 height.
"Shut up. I like my heels. And with those sexy red pumps of yours you're almost as tall as me." Monica said as she looked over Devon's outfit. Monica grabbed Devon's car keys and tossed them to Devon. As Devon walked past her out the door Monica noticed her sizeable backside in her new leather pants and gave it a hard slap.
"Go get 'em with that ass of yours." Monica yelled loudly as devon squealed at Monica's heavy hand.
"Thanks.. Let's go get your man candy." Devon said with her 'let's go get 'em' tone. She walked over to the hall swaying her hips in an exaggerated sexy walk. Desmond noticed his two friends when they walked into the bar. He laughed as he noticed Devon bouncing her head back and forth to the beat of the music. Monica walked in after Devon, joining her in dancing to the music. He always found it funny that the two were best friends. Their style and personality were so different. He served his last customer their shot and jumped over the bar and joined the girls on the dance floor.
As Desmond reached his friends, he took Devon's hand and gave her a twirl; her flow-y, white top twisted around her body from the momentum of the twirl. Monica was next to them swaying her hips to the rhythm of the current song, a wide smile stretching her face and her eyes bright with laughter. A man approached Monica and began to move with her but she moved away and jerked her head, signaling a sharp "no" at him. The man shrugged his shoulders and walked off.
"Why don't you ever talk to guys or dance with them? Come on, Monica! There's nothing wrong with it!" Desmond said pulling Devon towards him; her large bum grinding into his hip. Monica just shrugged her shoulders and kept dancing. He never really understood why she was always single, and by the way she and Devon spoke about men, he knew she wasn't into women either. He just couldn't place his finger on the reason.
"Ok Desmond, enough of this place. Onto the next club!" Devon yelled, jamming her finger into the air. They made their way out of the club and walked to Devon's favorite club since it was less than a block away. Once there, the two ladies quickly made their way to the dance floor while Desmond went to get drinks. Monica and Devon found their way to the center of the dance floor and began to dance. The more carefree side of them always came out when they went out dancing. It showed as Devon began to do 'the sprinkler' and Monica 'the running' man. Their shenanigans went on for a bit before they burst out laughing. Desmond had made his way back to them, drinks in hand.
"Amaretto sour for you," he said handing Monica her beverage "and a sex on the beach for you." He handed Devon her drink. He took a sip from his rum and coke and began to join them in their silly dances. To the right of the trio a drunken clubber came up behind Devon and placed his hands around her waist.
"Hey baby. I like your moves, so hot."
"Ugh!" Devon yelled in disgust moving out of his grip. Desmond took a step forward to defend her as the man reached back to grab her, but Monica beat him to it. She stepped forward, fist in front of her face threatening.
"Get away now! I'm warning you!"
"What baby? You wanna dance too?" said the man outstretching his arms placing one around Devon's shoulder and reaching for Monica with the other. Monica growled and lunged forward. Desmond had to reach out and grab her away before she punched the man in the face with one of her heavy fists. Monica stumbled back as Desmond reached forth and took Devon's hand pulling her out from under his arm. He placed a hand on the man's chest pushing him away.
"Look we don't want any trouble. They're both with me so please leave us alone." Desmond said firmly. The man raised his eyebrows and his hands in defeat before turning and shuffling away drunkenly.
"Why didn't you let me deck him Desmond?" Monica asked, looking at Desmond annoyed and still angry with that drunk. "Mother fucker!" she yelled flipping her middle finger up in the man's direction. As Monica put her hand back down she turned quickly back to Devon, who still had Desmond's arm over her shoulder.
"You ok?" she asked.
"Yeah, fine. What an asshole! I hope he gets kicked out." replied Devon.
"Can you all calm down already? It wasn't a big deal! It was taken care of. And if you fight people you're gonna get us kicked out, again." said Desmond.
"I know. I'm sorry. What can I say? I'm impulsive and I couldn't help it." Replied Monica. Devon puffed out her cheeks and hooked out her muscles in a gorilla way and in a grumbly voice teased.
"Move out of way, me Lady-Hulk Monica and me ANGRYYY!" Monica laughed at the sight of Devon stomping around while occasionally saying 'Me Monica! Me angry'. Most of the time Monica was really easy going. Her anger was slow to build up, but once it did it was best for everyone if they got out of the way. One thing that would always set her off was when people would harass the people she cared about. It was guaranteed she would go from 0-60 flat.
"You're right Desmond. We're here to relax and have fun." said Monica. They laughed and clinked their glasses together, taking a long sip before they continued to dance around like they had no cares. After a couple of hours of dancing closing time had arrived and the lights in the club turned on as the bouncers and security guards began hustling people out. The trio exited the club slightly tipsy and began walking down the damp New York Street.
"Where to now?" asked Desmond. Monica and Devon looked at each other and gave the most cheesiest dorkiest smiles ever before flailing their arms over their head and screaming "ICE CREAM!" "Why even ask?" laughed Desmond as they walked to their favorite late night diner. They let out content sighs as the smell of bacon and waffles hit their noses. As they stepped into the diner, the familiar ring of the bell that hung over the door greeted them. The diner was a 50's style diner with a checkered-tiled floor and red bar stools. There was even an old jukebox up against the far wall that sometimes worked and sometimes just sat there looking pretty. The three adults hurried over to their favorite booth in the corner and soon Marge the waitress came to take their order with her ever-charming attitude.
"What do you want?" she asked prominent dark circles under her eyes as she took out her notepad and pen. When she actually took notice of the three she frowned. "Oh it's you guys, I take it you all want the usual?"
"Yes please." Monica smiled politely at the Marge, who gave a half hearted nodded and went off to place their order. Marge returned promptly sliding a banana split in Desmond's direction and a cookies and cream milkshake and water in Monica's. Desmond snapped the cherry up and bit it between his teeth removing it from the stem.
"Now why'd you go and steal my cherry?" joked Devon as she picked up the spoon and dug into the ice cream. Desmond choked at her words and began coughing, taking a sip of water Monica ordered.
"You alright there Desmond?' asked Monica passing him a napkin. She had pressed her lips together to hide her smile.
"Yeah, just went the wrong way," he answered picking up a spoon and digging into the ice cream. When they finished eating Devon released a mighty burp.
"Devon, don't be gross!" Monica joked, slapping Devon's arm. Desmond laughed and rolled his eyes as he slid out the booth throwing two bucks from his wallet on the table.
"So back to our place, Desmond?" asked Devon as they walked out.
"As per usual," he said opening the door for the ladies. They walked to their apartment the night sky growing lighter as morning approached. Devon rummaged through her clutch looking for her missing keys.
"Gah! Where are my keys?!" she voiced frustrated.
"Did you check up your ass?" said Monica sarcastically.
"Shut up!" laughed Devon and she playfully slapped her butt cheek in a 'kiss it' motion. "OH hey it was in my back pocket!" Devon said happily as she pulled the keys out and gave them a jiggle before proceeding to open the door. Desmond and Monica laughed before shushing each other remembering their neighbors may be asleep. They walked in and Desmond ran to the couch and threw himself on it.
"My couch!" he yelled affectionately, the couch being the usual place he slept when he decided to stay the night.
"Move over fat ass!" scolded Devon at Desmond. She pushed his legs up so she could sit next to him on the couch. Monica headed straight to the fridge. Alcohol and dancing always made her ravenous eater.
"Devon! Put on some music right MEOW!" yelled Monica stuffing chips into her face.
"SALSA TIIIMME!" Yelled Devon, jumping off the couch and placing her mp3 on the dock.
"No not salsa!" exclaimed Desmond "I can't dance to that!"
"I don't get it! Both you and Monica have Middle Eastern blood in your veins. Monica even fucking belly dances, But neither of y'all can't dance to salsa. What the fuck man?" Devon exclaimed shaking her hips to the beat.
"Andale Celia AAAAUUUU!" Yelled Monica joining Devon chip bag still in hand. Desmond sat watching the two shake around, he admired Devon's salsa skill and decided to stand up and semi-join in.
"Desmond! Shake your goddamn hips!" laughed Devon placing her fingers in his belt loops and shaking his hips vigorously; Monica spinning in circles munching on chips. Desmond slapped her hands away, smirking playfully at her.
"Oh Yeah?!" he said before ramming his shoulder into her stomach and picking her up, Devon yelled, feet kicking the air. Desmond threw her on the couch and straddled her pinning her arms down he began to tickle her hard. Devon was laughing to tears.
"No! Desmond, will you stop it?!" Desmond didn't stop at her request but simply kept on. He tickled her all over. "Will you quit it?! Stop!" Laughed Devon tears streaming down her face. Monica laughed at the sight.
"Can't hear you over how crunchy my delicious chips are NOM" she said laughing, eating, and dancing. Desmond bent down and bit the skin at on her collar between his teeth. Devon screamed loudly and was able to release a hand from his strong grip she swung it and smacked him upside the head. Desmond faking injury threw himself off the couch and landed back to the floor eyes closed in laughter. Devon gave Monica a naughty grin. Monica knew what to do and placed her chip bag on the coffee table. The pair then attacked him. Devon straddled his hips and Monica pinned his arms down. Devon unzipped his sweatshirt and hovered her fingers over his body threateningly.
"You better not Devon!" threatened Desmond laughing as he struggled to free his hands from Monica's strong grip. All of a sudden he stopped shaking the friction of Devon's rump on his hips causing him unwanted company in his jeans. Devon froze, feeling something poking her inner thigh.
"Ew! What the actual fuck, Desmond?!" Yelled Devon, surprise on her face as she quickly got off of him. Monica released his arms at the sight of it and he covered himself with his hands and ran off to the restroom. Devon and Monica stared at each other in silent shock. This had never happened before. They couldn't contain themselves any longer and busted out laughing. Devon had her back on the floor, kicking her feet in the air and Monica on her knees, bent over slapping her hand on the floor. They shushed each other as they heard the door to the bathroom creak open. They sat still trying to contain their giggles hands over their mouths. Desmond approached quietly embarrassed.
"I take it someone hasn't had any in a while." Mumbled Devon
"I find it HARD to believe." Mumbled Monica in return before they busted out laughing again.
"Stop it you guys it's not funny! It's a sensitive area." Defended Desmond not quite amused. The two laughed even harder before Monica stood up to leave to her room.
"Alright you guys, I better go to bed. I've got a gallery opening tonight. Some new young artist so I better go get some rest. Don't forget to go. As always free entry for the two of you." She said, her laughter ringing down the hall as she went to her room. Desmond sat on the floor next to Devon, who wiped away tears. She turned to look at him and noticed an odd glazed look in his eye. "Desmond what are you-?" she began but he leaned in, gently grabbing her face in both of his hands and placing a soft kiss on her caramel colored lips. Her body froze in place, letting him kiss her. Before she knew it, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands slid down her face to her neck, to her shoulders, landing finally on her hips. He squeezed them gently, beckoning her to come closer.
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