25 Year Old Virgin Chapter 9—"Motivation"
"Aria, get your ass out of that bed." I suddenly regretted ever giving Kensington a spare key to my apartment as she was now pressuring me to quit burying my face in my bed of sorrows and face the real world which I now wanted no part in.
"Just let me lie here," I begged her.
"I'm not going to let you rot away in your bed clinging to this man," she told me as she took a seat at the foot of my bed. "It's obvious that he has moved on, so now it's time for you to do the same."
"No, it isn't," I replied rather curtly.
"Oh yes, yes it is. That's why we are going out to a club tonight," as she said this her face spread into a smile resembling one of the Cheshire Cat.
I sat up quickly in utter exasperation. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"Would I ever? I think not." Her tone quickly changed from defensive to gleeful. "I even bought you a new dress for tonight!"
"Kensington!" I scolded her.
"No Aria, no more complaining and no yelling at me for buying the dress," she firmly instructed, resulting in my sigh of defeat. "It's already seven now, so go shower and get yourself sexy as hell. I'll change and finish getting ready out here. Once we're both ready, we'll go have dinner before we head to the club."
I knew I had no other options at this point, so I voiced agreement and headed for my bathroom.
It was now eleven o'clock as Kensington and I walked into the club. Kensington donned a deep purple strapless mini-dress that barely covered her ass and strappy black pumps. The purple shade accentuated her tan skin and long brown hair while the pumps defined her long, lean legs. I was sporting a short, black, quarter-length sleeve dress that has rips from the top of the back to the top of my ass. The black of the dress had a sharp contrast to my pale skin. My feet were secured in studded, 4-inch black booties to add as much height to my small stature as possible.
The club was packed with people from wall-to-wall and from corner-to-corner. As we made our way through the crowd towards the bar, I could feel my troubles and insecurities slowly fading away. I was going to get wasted and have a good time tonight no matter what. Once we arrived at the bar I ordered six shots of tequila, resulting in a quizzical look from the bartender.
Kensington piped up. "Don't worry some of them are for me," she reassured with a smile. With these words, the bartender walked away.
"Look I don't mean to be rude," I said, "but those shots are all mine."
Surprisingly, Kensington replied with a smirk, "So you changed your mind, huh?"
"What do you mean?" I asked perplexed.
"You decided to get drunk and have a good time."
"Oh, yeah I did. Ezra moved on and I cannot let that be the end of me," as I spoke these words newfound determination to stay true to my statement ignited inside of me. Tonight was going to be the beginning of my new life forgetting Ezra Fitz.
Forty-five minutes later, Kensington and I were completely trashed. "I wanna dance!" I whined.
Kensington giggled before saying, "Aria, may I have this dance?"
"Hell yes!" We stumbled hand-in-hand to the dance floor, laughing the entire way. Dance A$$ by Big Sean & Nicki Minaj was now playing.
"Bounce that ass, it's the roundest. You the best, you deserve a crown bitch," Kensington whispered into my ear in time with the music. I grinded my ass against her crotch in return.
She grabbed my hips, halting my movements, and moved her lips to my ear. "How about you turn around and we give these bitches a show?" I turned around anticipating what kind of show we were about to give. Kensington quickly answered my internal question bluntly saying, "Kiss me."
"What?" I said dumbfounded.
"Kiss me and kiss me like you mean it," she said without a hint of hesitation in her voice. Having drowned all normal judgment in alcohol earlier, I pulled Kensington's face to mine. My eyes locked onto her lips, before my lips did the next moment.
Our mouths opened and our tongues fought in a battle of passion. Kensington's hands moved south to grasp my ass and pull my body closer to hers. The movement elicited a moan from my mouth. After several minutes of a heated make out session, everyone was staring at us no doubt hiding hardening cocks and tingling pussies. I pulled away from her lips reluctantly, gasping for air. "How do you feel about going back to my place?" I asked.
"I feel like that is a fantastic idea," she said as she grabbed my hand. Kensington turned and led me out of the club, neither one of us bothering to pay our tab.
Once inside a taxi and en route to my apartment, Kensington and I couldn't seem to keep our hands off of each other. In a matter of minutes, I was straddling Kensington's lap and our lips were attached in a heated kiss. My need for a sexual release was growing as I grinded against Kensington's lap. My hands traveled to her chest and a moan left Kensington's mouth the moment my hands made contact with her breasts.
"I want to fuck you so badly," Kensington rasped as her hands traveled underneath my dress. Her words resulted in a harsh groan and a rough pelvis thrust from me.
"Ex-excuse me," the taxi-driver interrupted with a strangled tone. At the taxi-driver's words, I climbed off of Kensington's lap and sat in the seat. The taxi-driver was a long-haired blonde who was wearing a short summer dress and was currently clenching her thighs together.
"Yes?" I asked with a smirk at her obvious arousal from the actions of Kensington and me.
"We have arrived at your destination," she choked out.
"And how much do we owe you?"
"Um, nothing you owe me nothing," she said while clenching her thighs together once again.
"You did us a favor, so how about we do you a favor in return?" I asked feeling mischievous.
"What kind of favor?" she asked suddenly quizzical.
I leaned forward so that I was whispering into her ear, "I couldn't help but notice the discomfort you seem to be having between your thighs." Her breathing hitched. "If you joined us in my apartment, we could relieve you of that discomfort."
"I-I don't know," she blushed.
I leaned forward even further until my mouth was adjacent to hers. "I bet you look great naked," I whispered before crashing my lips to hers. She immediately kissed me back. I pulled away and took my seat back next to Kensington, who was now rubbing her hand against her crotch. The taxi-driver was now left panting. "So will you join us?" I asked with a devious grin.
"Yes," she gasped quickly exiting the car and opening the car door for me. I took the driver's hand and led her up to my apartment with Kensington trailing close behind.
The minute we were all safely enclosed in my apartment, dresses and undergarments were shed and shoes were removed. We moved in a groping mob towards my bedroom and collapsed in a mass of limbs onto my bed.
We spent the rest of the night in sweaty embraces and relishing of the feel of each other's hands and mouths devouring one another's bodies, and never once did Ezra Fitz cross my mind.
Author's Note: Whew, writing that got me hot and bothered! Haha I wasn't originally planning to take the chapter down this path, but that is where my writing took me.
Anyway, thanks for all of the reviews on last chapter and sorry for the major typo in it-Ezuthra, I don't even know how that happened.
I have the rest of the story planned out and will be finishing with 15 chapters.
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