{ a/n- NSFW }
Thump, thump, thump. Bass blares from the night club so loudly Grace can feel it's vibrations reverberating through her entire body, right to her core. Mamrie comes up behind Grace, smacks her ass, and shoves her forward. Grace looks to Mamrie with wide eyes, as if to say what was that for?
"Move it along, Helbig, I want to get wasted." Mamrie says with a laugh.
"Mamrie everybody is looking at us." Grace hisses. "I think they think we're together." Mamrie raises her eyebrows mischeviously, slinging an arm around Grace's shoulder as a couple older guys leer her way with disgusting looks in their eyes.
"Hey, assholes, back off my girl!" Mamrie shouts, walking Grace into the club. Grace covers a gasp with her hand as Mamrie laughs loudly. "You can thank me later." Mamrie says, blowing Grace a kiss and going to the bar.
"Oh my god." Grace mutters to herself. She goes up to the bar and orders a vodka soda, taking a large gulp and letting the sweet tang of the alcohol sting her throat and numb her tongue.
"You need to get laid." Mamrie remarks, downing her tequila shot and requesting another from the bartender whom she's already started flirting with.
"Okay Mames I think you're taking this whole fake lesbians thing too far-" Grace says hurriedly.
"Jesus Grace I didn't mean by me!" Mamrie replies, shaking her head in disbelief. "I mean find a guy, or girl, or non binary, I don't really care what you prefer, and sex them." Grace looks swiftly around the crowded night club, seeing sweaty and gross looking drunk guys, girls in dresses so tight it's a wonder how they can breath, and the occasional person slumped in the corner or at a table, clearly passed out.
"My options aren't exactly prime right now." Grace mentions. Mamrie looks at Grace like she's crazy.
"How about tall, dark, and handsome over there? He looks like he'd give you the time of your life." Mamrie suggests, pointing to a guy kind of awkwardly off to the side. He's handsome, for sure, a bit of dark scruff on his chin and a chiseled frame visible through his thin white button up. Grace, despite everything her mind was saying to go against Mamrie's suggestion, feels heat burn her cheeks and butterflies swirling in her stomach. Grace watches him for a moment as he turns around to wave to someone who's saying hello. His shirt rides up, revealing his extremely muscular abdomen and Grace feels something else she hasn't felt in a long time.
She feels a small shot of pleasure rocket though her body, spreading from the tips of her fingers all the way to her toes. Suddenly she's left breathless, breathing heavily, with Mamrie watching her every move. She runs a shaky hand through her hair, swallowing the lump in her throat and forcing her eyes to stop drinking up every inch of the mysterious strangers beautiful body.
"I-um" Grace stammers, realising she hasn't given Mamrie an answer. "I don't know if I should." Her voice is obviously different, her aesthetic arousal causing it to grow husky. Mamrie notices the change, but doesn't comment on it.
"Just go for it, the worst that can happen is you have a mild walk of shame. Just make sure he uses a condom, we don't need you getting knocked up." Mamrie says. Grace rolls her eyes and decides to do what Mamrie suggested and just go for it. You can be bold, she tells herself. Be confident. Grace gathers her courage and walks over to the man, trying to give him a charming smile.
"Hi, I'm Grace." She says, trying to muster fake confidence. He gives her a smile that makes her insides writh with pleasure and nerves.
"I'm Chester." He replies, shaking her hand. "So what business does such a pretty girl like you have talking to me?" Grace stops short of where she was going to go, her cheeks flushing. Did he just call me pretty? she thinks.
"I was hoping for a little friendly conversation." Grace answers, trying to swallow back the sensual nature that is coming from her voice. Then, she decides to use it to her advantage. "Or," she adds slowly, biting her lip and looking Chester right in the eyes. She can see him visibly gulp, take aback by her sudden seductivness.
"Or?" He asks, his voice now thick with arousal.
"Or this." Grace murmurs, kissing his lips; hard. He responds immediately, kissing back with a flare of desire. She seems to melt against him, her lips tingling from the sheer passion shared by the two. His hands move under her dress and to her underwear, playing with the lace. "Maybe we should take this somewhere more private." Grace says. Chester nods, taking her hand and leading her quickly to his car.
Once the door shuts she's under him and he's pressing delicate kisses to her jaw. His stubble scrapes her skin as he leaves red marks all over her perfectly porcelain skin. He takes things slow, drawing every moment out and keeping his gaze locked on her eyes. She takes her dress over her head and then she's lying there naked, stretched out under him. He takes in her body, noticing her hip bones poking up through her thin underwear and that under her flowy dress she hid full and utterly entrancing breasts.
Chester kisses her neck, her collarbones, her sternum. He leaves a circle of red marks all around her nipples. Down the trail of soft skin on her tummy, his lips are tender and gentle. He drags her panties off, finally pressing cool fingers to her throbbing mark. Grace lets out a whimper of delight, her back arching and forcing him to apply harsh pressure.
"More, oh god please more." Grace gasps, closing her eyes and shuddering when adrenaline courses through her body. Every inch on her skin feels like it's on fire, burning up all her anxieties of this odd one night stand. Chester slides into her, causing her to wince slightly. It's been a long time since she's had sex.
"Are you-is this okay?" Chester mumbles, noticing her visible discomfort. Grace nods, muttering a breathy "yes" over and over as he sets a steady pace. It's harsher, more rough and primal, that Chester a usually does things but it's pleasurable in a whole different way. Grace makes everything exciting and fresh, wonderfully alien and unexpected. He's in love with the love she's making with him.
Grace can't help but wonder about this amazing stranger who happens to be giving her the freaking time of her life in his car. What does he do for a living? Where is he from? Does he have a girlfriend? she mulls over. Could I be his girlfriend? The last thought shocks Grace, and she immediatley pushes it away. Don't think like that, that's not how one night stands end.
Grace can't help but wish it was different.
Chester slams his measure one last time into her aching body and she comes around him, letting out a world shattering moan that manages to make Chester find her even more sexy and appealing. He loves the fact he can make her fall apart in his arms, but he adores being able to put her back together.
It's the aftermath that means the most to both of them. Grace lies on top of him, still in that leather upholstered car, cradled in his arms, feeling safer than she has in years. How can a practical stranger make me feel this secure? she asks herself.
"You look beautiful, in case you haven't been told that already." Chester murmurs against her ear, his warm breath tickling her and spreading goosebumps all over her body.
"You don't look too bad yourself, tall, dark, and handsome." She whispers back, resting her head on his bare chest and listening to the steady beats of his heart.
