WARNING: SMUT SHALL ENSUE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ IT, YOU CAN SKIP OVER IT IF YOU'D LIKE. OTHER THAN THAT, PLEASE ENJOY THE SECOND CHAPTER! :3


Moans softly escaped her mouth as he nibbled his way down her collarbone, leaving little red bite marks. He slid her into his lap, feeling her legs wrap around him. He sat, enjoying every single moment that her body touched his in ways he only ever dreamed of. She placed small kisses on his jaw and traveled down to his collarbone, suckling on the sensitive skin.

"Get up." Whispered Desmond, his voice harsh and rough with lust. Devon stopped and looked up at him, nodding her head and standing on her feet. He followed her and once they were both up, he attacked her mouth once more in a fiery tussle of passion. With her hands securely around his neck, she pounced on him and wrapped her legs tightly around his strong hips. Their lips were in a constant hold, their tongues intertwined in a delicate dance for victory as he slowly led them to her bedroom. Desmond pushed her door open with his foot and tossed Devon on the bed. Her chest heaved up and down as she watched Desmond inch closer towards her. Unhurriedly, he snaked his way on top of her, pulling slightly at the edge of her pants. Lust burnt deep in their eyes, neither one of them being able to tear eyes off the other.

He reached for the top button of her shirt, unbuttoning it as she pulled his face down to hers. She quickly unzipped his sweater as she continued to kiss his lips, he pulling off the sweater and tossing it to the side. His lips found her collarbone once more as she arched her back into pleasure. She breathed out a groan of frustration as she felt his hands slip up her sides and towards her back, unhooking her bra and removing it. He could see her nipples through the thin white shirt. He felt his pants grow tighter as he stared.

"Ah, Ah, Ah." Devon warned, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. "If I'm going shirtless, so are you." He chuckled and sat up, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head. Even though she was drunk, she still marveled at Desmond's glorious body. She knew she had an attractive best friend but she just didn't think he was this attractive. But then again, it was the alcohol talking. He unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, slowly slipping it off her torso and throwing it aside. He marveled at her full curves, eyes scanning every single part of her exposed chest. He dipped down, taking one of her breasts in one hand and another in his mouth. She whimpered as she felt his tongue glide lazily over her stiff nipple. He felt satisfied with himself; finally being able to pleasure her in the way she deserved to be pleasured.

She roughly grabbed his face, brown eyes meeting each other. She gave him a stare, beckoning him to continue his divine work on the other side. He grinned, knowing exactly what she wanted. Plummeting his head back down, he took her other breast in his mouth and continued. Her mind clouded with want as she felt her eyes close in ecstasy.

"Desmond…" she managed, dying for him to use his tongue in other places. He stopped what he was doing and glanced up at her, love bursting through his heart as he took in her beauty.

"Some where else. Please..." begged Devon, her voice quivering. He nodded and started his trail of kisses down her stomach. He reached the edge of her pants, gripping them and tugging them lightly. His hand reached for the button, unbuttoning them and unzipping the zipper. Devon lifted her hips off the bed, letting him drag her pants down her legs and thighs. Desmond smiled as he saw her scoot closer. He did the same thing he did with her pants with her panties, leaving her in all her naked glory. He placed his hands on her knees and pulled her knees apart. His nose tickled her skin as he kissed and licked her inner thighs. Getting impatient, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down. The heat from her core sent his mind into a wild frenzy. He looked up at her from in-between, looking for approval. She nodded her head, pleading him to go on.

His wet tongue ran slowly up her core, tasting her. She shivered beneath him, wanting him to not be so slow with his pleasuring. Soon, he delved deeper into her, sucking and licking at every inch of her folds. The way she moaned his name caused his mind to go into overdrive. As he worked his tongue around her clitoris, he slipped two thick fingers inside her. She gasped, gripping the comforter around her. His tongue felt like pure inebriation and it was driving her mad.

"Jesus..." she whimpered as he pumped his fingers in and out. He felt her thighs grip his head as she reached her climax for him. She relaxed under him, breathing heavily. He traveled back up to her mouth, kissing her passionately. He felt her reach for the belt on his pants, eagerly waiting for her to get them off of him. He took her hands in his, making her stop. "Why did you stop me? Do you not want me to?" Devon slurred, looking slightly confused. A smile still grazed his lips as he shook his head. He had been dying for this moment since the moment they had been friends. He loved her, but she didn't know that. She didn't have to know that. And he just felt a little bad for taking advantage of her in her current state but he knew he wouldn't have another opportunity. He slid off the bed and proceeded to take off his jeans and boxers. He crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself in-between her.

"Are you ready?" he purred in her ear, intertwining his fingers with hers, placing both of their hands above her head. She nodded, reaching up and taking his lips in hers. She groaned, feeling his large member slip easily inside of her. He was bigger than average, she had to admit, and that's what made him all the more pleasurable. His motions were slow at first, but soon grew in speed, causing her to scream out his name in desire. Soon, they changed positions. Desmond sat on his knees as she straddled his hips and thighs, bouncing up and down. She clawed at his back, leaving red scratches on his shoulder blades. He laid her back down again, swooping down and catching her neck in-between his teeth. She felt her self tighten around him as she came to her climax for the second time that night. He too felt her walls close in on him as he pumped faster.

"Holy fuck, Desmond." She cried in burning desire as she and he finally reached their peak at the same time. He tumbled down next to her, panting like a dog without water. She turned towards him and placed her head on his chest. He smiled as he moved them both under her sheets. She cuddled him tightly, he stroking her hair softly.

"I love you…so much more than a friend." He urged, but she was already asleep by the time he said it. He sighed, holding her tighter; soon drifting off into a slumber of his own. Devon groaned as she stirred awake the following morning, head pounding. She looked down and herself, gasping in disbelief. She was naked, butt ass naked. What had she done last night? She couldn't remember a damn thing. The bed shifted next to her as she slowly dragged her eyes towards the slumbering form next to her. She fell out of bed with a loud thud. Her eyes were wide, as she wrapped the sheets around her naked body. She slept with her best friend. How could she? Why would she? Was he drunk too? Because she sure was. Desmond's eyes flew open to see Devon against the wall of her bedroom, looking petrified. He stretched and sat up, smiling at her.

"Good morning." He said. He furrowed his eyebrows after he had no response from her. "Are you alright?" She stood, fuming with thundering anger.

"Am I alright? Desmond, we fucking slept together!" boomed Devon, pacing around her room. He sighed and flopped back down on the bed.

"Well, obviously." He muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. Devon scoffed and stomped over to his side of the bed.

"I think it is best if you left." She spoke lowly. He shoot up and gave her a weird look.

"What? Why?" He demanded, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She couldn't believe it. They had slept together and he still wanted to remain here? Was he crazy? She didn't even have feelings for the guy.

"Because last night was a mistake, Desmond. I was drunk and so were you! We didn't know what we were doing!" she screamed. "I don't have feelings for you! I never have! You're like my brother!" She muttered to herself, pacing around the room once more. His heart sunk as he heard those words he never wanted to hear come out of her mouth. He didn't let his emotions show though. He wasn't going to let her see how much her words affected him.

"Well, no shit. I don't have feelings for you either." He sighed, getting up and going for his pants. He had to play along or she'd found out that he was lying to her. Monica came flooding into her mind and guilt immediately swallowed all other emotions. Oh god, what had she done? She knew Monica liked Desmond but there Devon went sleeping with the man her best friend liked, no, loved. Monica would have her head if she found out what she had done. She was a horrible best friend. Who would even do that? She watched as Desmond slipped on his clothes and made his way to the door.

"Well, bye. I guess." Murmured Desmond, gripping the door handle and pulling it open.

"Wait!" Devon called out, gripping onto Desmond's wrist before he left. "We do not breath a single word of this to Monica. Understand?" He nodded.

"Understood. She'd kill us." He left soon after, leaving Devon to contemplate her thoughts.

A speed bump brought Devon out of her flashback of that night and back into the van she was in. The song on her Mp3 player took her back to one of the many fun nights she had in New York, making her miss them all the more. Shaun, who was driving the van, began to get annoyed with Devon's bouncing around and just wanted her to stop.

"You guys! Y'all should hear the song I'm listening to!" Announced Devon, beaming at her two best friends and bobbing her head to the music.

"I practically can hear it, you have that things so loud in your ears I'm surprised you're not deaf." Mumbled Shaun sarcastically.

"Shut up. Lucy never loved you." said Devon sarcastically trying to annoy Shaun even more. She turned back to notice Rebecca and Mr. Miles, Desmond's dad, asleep. She looked at Monica, brows furrowing as she saw her looking out the window sniffling and wiping back tears. She turned to look at Desmond who gave her a shamed looking smile and mouthed "what happened to her?" at him. Desmond put his hand up gesturing for her to wait, mouthing "I'll tell you later." She nodded and turned back to face forward. Without turning she reached her hand back between the seat and the door and grabbed Monica's hand. She wanted her to know she had seen and was prepared to listen.

With Devon's hand in hers, Monica touched her head to the glass, sadness and embarrassment consuming her. She wished she hadn't said anything, kept it to herself. Why did she have to tell Desmond she had feelings for him? In the current situation they were in she felt the need too not knowing when the opportunity would arise again. Now she was just full of regret. The car soon rolled to a stop. Monica slid the back door open as everyone jumped out of the car.

"This way, Desmond" said Mr. Miles leading him, Shaun and Rebecca into the cave in front of them. Monica stood at the door pulling her stuff into her bag. Devon turned opened her door and turned in her seat, feet dangling out.

"So are you gonna tell me what's the matter." Asked Devon. More tears ran down Monica's face.

"I took your advice and told him that I loved him in more than just a friendly way."

"Oh, and by those tears I take it he didn't give you the answer we expected." Said Devon jumping out of the car and putting her hand on Monica's broad back. Monica nodded.

"No, He told me he loved me like the friend that I am, like a sister. That he can't look at me in any other way. I caught him so off guard Devon."

"Oh I'm sorry. I would have totally thought he would go for you."

"Then he told me…"she started, but Shaun came out of nowhere and retrieved a battery. Monica kept her face away from him, not wanting him to notice her crying. Shaun had developed affections for Monica liking her cultured artistic intelligence, but Monica wasn't quite interested. Monica didn't finish her sentence but Devon assumed Desmond told her the one thing she warned him not to say. Shaun left, and Monica began to cry again.

"I don't want to be here anymore Devon. I want to go; I think I'll go home." Devon's heart ached at her friend's sadness. It was hardly ever she saw Monica cry so she knew she was really hurt.

"Ok I'll go with you."

"No you stay. I'll go by myself."

"No I insist." Said Devon pulling out her phone and researched flights. "Fuck" she exclaimed at her findings.

"What is it?" asked Monica tears subsiding.

"The next flight to New York is sold out."

"What? No I can't stay here; I'm so embarrassed I can't even look at Desmond or everyone else with them knowing." She said, wiping her runny nose with her sleeve.

"You know what? We're going to Motha Fuckin Peru." Announced Devon

"What? Why Peru?" asked Monica, confused as to why Devon picked that specific place.

"Next flight leaves in an hour, I'm going to go inform the peeps, Gather your things and mine please. 'Cause we're going to Peru!" said Devon as she ran towards the cave. Monica and Devon sat quietly in their simple Peruvian hotel as they both contemplated ideas for the day's activities. Devon blew out a sigh and flopped backwards on the queen-sized bed. Monica squinted her eyes and quickly shot up on her feet, pacing around the room in frustration.

"We planned to come to Peru but now that we're here, we have no idea what to do!" She said, raising her hands to pinch the bridge of her nose. Devon grunted and sat up, stretching her arms above her head. She gave a shrug before situating her legs so she was sitting Indian style.

"I know. I sort of feel like this was kind of a waste of money. I mean, really…what is in Peru anyway? Why did we even come here?" She questioned. Monica shook her head, turning to face out of the hotel window. A couple of moments of silence passed, ideas swirling in both of their heads.

"OH! I know what we can do!" Monica cried out excitedly.

"What?" Devon quipped suspiciously.

"Macchu Picchu! I have always wanted to go there! I just forgot that it was in Peru." Monica said, rushing to her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. Devon was still sitting on the bed giving her a weird look. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

"Where do we even go? Do you know where we are even going?" Devon asked, lazily sliding off the bed and walking over to her bag. Monica bit her lip. She hadn't really thought about that. She had no earthly idea where people would go to get a tour of Macchu Picchu. But I guess that's what front desk clerks were for.

"We'll just ask the front desk person lady." Monica suggested, waving a hand as she walked towards the door. Devon rolled her eyes and followed Monica to the door.

"Oh wait! I forgot something!"

"Hurry up then," Monica grumbled, waiting impatiently by the door. Devon walked out proudly with a visor on her head. Monica narrowed eyes and marched towards her best friend.

"Soooo what do you think?" Devon asked, spinning in small circles. Monica lifted her hand and smacked that horrendous fashion disaster of a visor off her head and out the open window. "What the hell, Monica!? That was Chanel!" She screamed, fuming that her now $100 visor was now floating like a bag in the wind towards the dirty Peru roads.

"Don't even dare to wear a visor in front of me again." Monica scolded, rolling her eyes and exiting the door. Devon grumbled sadly and followed her best friend out of the hotel door. Car horns and loud banter from the citizens could be heard when the two exited the hotel, heading in any which direction.

Monica reached into her bag and pulled out a large map, pulling it open and examining it carefully. Devon checked her phone for the time while she waited for Monica to finish. Minutes passed before she heard Monica groan out in frustration. She raised an eyebrow, walking over to her best friend and glancing at the map.

"What's up?" she questioned as Monica angrily folded the map, stuffing it back into her bag.

"I have no idea where we are supposed to go." She retorted, zipping her bag back up and tossing it back onto her shoulder. Devon shrugged, not knowing the specific answer Monica wanted.

"Let's just walk and see if we can find things to do." Devon suggested as she continued walking backwards on her tiptoes, beaming at Monica. "I mean, Yolo right?" Monica whipped her head in her direction, walking in front of her and throwing her a hateful glare.

"Don't say that." She said. "But basically that's what we need to do." After a while, she chuckled and joined in with Devon, walking in step with her. The pair spent the day going to random shops and sight-seeing all the historical sights there were in Lima.

They were in a plaza when Monica overheard a conversation as Devon bartered intensely with the merchant. She perked her ears up and listened. "Yes Machu Picchu, it's quite interesting, they found this new section and it's a one time only deal that they are letting people in." "Wow how interesting! We should definitely go. When is it?" "I believe tomorrow morning they open and stop at midnight."

Monica tapped Devon's arm. "What? I'm bartering! Hold on!"

"Gah I know but listen. I know what we shall do tomorrow."

"Ok but let me finish, I'm going to get you this purse and all this other junk for dirt cheap." Said Devon before turning back to continue arguing with the merchant. She liked it now after watching Monica do it a few times and she wanted to give it a go.

"Excuse me sir." Began Monica walking away from Devon to ask the man she had overheard speaking. "Do you need to pay ahead for tickets? Are there tickets or can you just go?"

"No I believe it is open to the public. But they are letting people in by groups."

"Thank you!" smiled Monica as Devon approached with a victorious look on her face.

"Look at all this shit I got! I got you a purse, and us some tourist shirts, and some bracelets and this little turtle thing." Said Devon as she pulled out the various items from the large plastic bag.

"Hey that's great! I like that purse! It's rather large. I can fit a lot of stuff in it. I'll change purses tonight when we get back to the hotel." Devon gave a smile stuffing everything back in.

"So what did you want to tell me? What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Apparently this new section in Machu Picchu was discovered and they're letting people go look and it's only one day and I thought it would be nice to see."

"Can't we do that some other day? I thought we were going to chill by the pool and have fruity cocktails and just chill tomorrow?" said Devon in a slight whine

"We can do that the day after tomorrow! This opening is a one day thing."

"See even that has a one day opening, you should too. We're on vacation. You should have more than a few cocktails, if you know what I mean." Said Devon with a silly wink as they began to walk around the market.


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