by Mia Moore
Pretty damn weak if you asked her. She sighed. “Okay, I’ll try.”
“Hey, why don’t we do something crazy for your going away?”
She held the phone away from her ear and glanced at it. Putting it back, she said “What do you have in mind?”
“Why don’t we go to The G Spot tonight? Your friends will be there… and besides, if it wasn’t for that place, we’d probably never get together, you know?”
“You read my mind, Buckley, sounds like a plan.”
Chapter 41
A few hours later they were sitting in his car outside the club, his hand on her knee, his eyes boring into her.
“Okay. Ready?”
At her silent nod he got out of the car and held the door for her. This was going to be some goodbye party. She was almost surprised with how normal it felt.
She stepped out of the car and took his arm. She was no longer The Unicorn. She was in love with this man and they were going to have a great time.
Yes, tomorrow would be time to say goodbye, but it wouldn’t be forever, would it? Under her breath she whispered over and over ‘Believe, believe…’
She looked up at him, struck once more by how good looking he was. She felt so stupid for how angry she’d been with him. Yes, they were from different worlds, and yet… they had so much in common.
When they went inside, Gloria’s eyes darted from Buckley and back at her, before a wide knowing grin appeared on her face. “It’s a great crowd tonight and Sherri and Richard are sitting near the back, as usual.”
“Hi Gloria. When isn’t it a good crowd?” Erica removed her woolen wrap and moved to hang it up.
“Well, it’s better with you two here!” Gloria answered Erica but her eyes never left Buckley’s face. Oh well, who could blame her? He was serious eye candy.
Buckley’s hand rested on the small of her back as they walked into the bar area of the club. She turned to him and smiled. “Can you get me a screwdriver?”
His head jerked toward her, eyes wide, at the code word established if one of them wanted to bail..
“Kidding! I’ll have white wine.” She grinned up at him before turning to scan the crowd. Her breath hitched in her throat when she saw the tall blonde guy, (what was his name?), that she’d met that Friday night. Now it seemed like another lifetime ago. He waved and she waved back before turning and placing her hand on Buckley’s wide back, feeling the soft linen fabric.
When he turned he held her wine and a glass of bourbon filled almost to the rim. She took a sip and led the way through the crowd, seeing many familiar faces.
At the back of the room there was a table for eight set up. Oh God! There was a banner hanging on the wall behind the table that said ‘Bon Voyage Erica!’
She shot a look at Buckley. “Were you in on this?”
“I’m pleading the fifth until I find out whether or not I’m in trouble.” He blinked at her a bunch of times doing his best boyish innocence.
They had a little coffee and cake thing at work that lasted maybe twenty minutes. No send off luncheon or dinner—she had been buried at work, and everyone else was tired winding up this stage of the project. When Dunwoodie asked if she would like a little get together, she told him that everyone in the office would appreciate a good night’s sleep more.
“You’re not in trouble. This is sweet.”
“In that case, it was my idea?”
“Really?”
“No—to tell you the truth, it was Sherri’s. She called me and asked if I would mind though, so it was with my blessing. So yeah, I get some kind of credit.” Now he was smirking.
They joined the eight or ten people at the table and began to make their hellos.
“I’m so glad you guys decided to come, no pun intended.” Sherri stood up, threw her arms around Erica’s neck and kissed her lips.
As Erica smiled at Richard and stepped into his arms to kiss him, Sherri’s voice could be heard behind her, welcoming Buckley. She probably planted a kiss on his lips as well. Come to think of it, that was the first time Buckley had seen her kiss another man.
She took a seat next to Richard and glanced at Buckley’s face. He was still smiling so that was good.
She was really going to miss these guys. And Buckley especially. Now stop that. You’ll have plenty of time on the plane to cry. Right now, have as much fun as you can stand, girl. This was ridiculous—she was sucking it up to have fun.
“Would you like to dance Erica?” Richard rose to his feet and took her hand. Her gaze flitted to Buckley and she smiled at Richard, rising to her feet.
They had only danced a few minutes to a song with a fast beat, when Sherri and Buckley appeared next to them. Sherri was wearing a halter dress cut in a V to her navel, her large breasts barely contained in the sheer fabric, nipples erect. Her shapely legs were in shimmering stockings, the tops of which peeked out under the short length of her dress when she moved. She was dancing suggestively, turning and pushing her round bottom into his crotch.
When she glanced at Buckley’s face, he was smiling, his large hands almost covering all of Sherri’s ass cheeks when she turned away from him. He was enjoying this and…surprise, so was she. It was a turn on for her as well!
Another slow song began to play and Richard took her into his arms, pulling her body in close. His eyes looking down at her were crinkled with amusement. It was kind of odd. A couple of months ago she had been fucked by this man, screaming in ecstasy when he gave her a G spot orgasm, sucked his cock. And now the contact was tentative, experimental.
His hands moved down to cup her ass and he leaned in close to kiss her, softly at first, then taking her lower lip between his and finally kissing her deeply. His hard cock pressed into her stomach and he rubbed himself against her. It was hot and she knew she was becoming wet and aroused. A part of her arousal was because she wasn’t sure when or if it would stop. If Buckley wasn’t okay with this, it would end. And Richard was a good enough friend to understand completely.
She turned her head to watch Buckley. Sherri’s chest was pressed into Buckley’s, her head tilted, looking up at him smiling as if they were sharing a joke. But her hand was serious and was openly rubbing his cock through the leather pants. He probably hadn’t even seen Richard kiss her.
Well, it looked like he was enjoying Sherri’s attention and again the only emotion she felt was happiness for him. He was with the hottest MILF in the club and she was stroking his cock, why wouldn’t he enjoy it?
Erica’s hand glided down Richard’s back to cup his ass and then around his slim hip to land on his straining cock. She stroked it, recalling what it had felt like when he fucked her so deep with it, while Sherri’s fingers and mouth played with her clit. And if things kept going the way they were going, there was a good chance that she’d enjoy that again. Except it would be better because Buckley would be there.
When the song ended, her emotions were like the tail of a kite, flying this way and that. Apprehension that Buckley would end this, lust for a foursome and love, knowing she’d stop in a heartbeat if he wanted to. Richard took her hand and led her back to the table. As she passed Buckley, she had to see what was happening.
His back was to her as he pressed Sherri to the wall, kissing her while Sherri’s leg was raised and hooked around his ass and…his hand was under her skirt, moving on her pussy. Erica gulped and turned away.
When she sat down, she almost drained the glass of wine.
“Well? How are you doing?” Richard leaned into her, his hand stroking her leg. “I noticed on our way back to the table as well.”
“I’m fine…I think. Maybe it’s because it was Sherri?”
“That’s probably it. You and Buckley need to touch base when they get back.” Richard looked at the dance floor. “Here they come. I’m going to snag Sherri and we’ll get a fresh round of drinks at the bar.” He stood up just as Buckley and Sherri appeared at the table.
“C’mon my dear. We’re going to the bar and leave t
hese two lovebirds alone for a few minutes.” He took her arm and they disappeared into the throng of people.
Buckley was smiling when he sat next to her, slipping an arm around her shoulder. “Time to take each other’s pulse?”
“Yeah. How were you, watching Richard and I?” She leaned closer into his body and stroked his thigh.
“Surprisingly okay. If it were some young guy here, on the make, I’m not sure I’d feel that way. But, you with Richard was fine. How ‘bout you?” His dark eyes gazed intently at her.
“I’m kind of the same.” She smiled at him, and took a deep breath. Good. They were on the same page.
“So what’s the next step? That dance with Sherri was hot. I wouldn’t mind doing that again but first I’d like to dance with you.” He reached for her hand and stood up.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She rose and followed him.
With her arms around Buckley’s neck, swaying to the slow, romantic song playing, everything was perfect. The way he was looking at her, his dark eyes drinking all of her in, his hands on her back holding her firmly in his arms—all of it was proof that she was the most important woman to him. And from the hardness of his cock, pressing into her stomach, he was hot for her.
He lowered his head and kissed her, softly at first, but becoming passionate exploring her mouth with his tongue while his hand left her back to roam lower, lifting the hem of her dress and cupping the naked flesh of her ass cheek. In response, Erica’s hand slid from his shoulder, down his taut abdomen to his bulging crotch, stroking along its length, squeezing the bulbous head of it.
In her mind’s eye, a picture of this wonderful big cock entered Sherri. There was no tightness in her gut, just a floating sensation, and tingle in her pussy. Buckley would enjoy Sherri, be hot and lusty for her body and she’d experience that with him. She could add to the eroticism by touching his balls or even kissing him while he did Sherri. Whether it was the wine or swaying so close to him, her hand on his cock, that was making her feel this way, she couldn’t say. All she knew was that she wanted this.
She broke their kiss and rose of her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I want you to fuck Sherri. I want to watch and be part of that.”
His head jerked back and he looked at her. “You’re sure?”
Her hand went to his, still cupping her ass and she pulled it around and placed it between her legs. “I was picturing it in my head when we danced. I’m wet and horny just thinking about it.”
“Erica, I’m gonna’ shoot a load soon, you’ve got me so hot. Let’s have a drink so I can cool down.” He grinned and placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her to go back to the table.
Sherri and Richard watched them as they walked to the table. No doubt they were wondering if the full swinging would continue.
“Thanks for the drink Richard. Next rounds on me.” Buckley sat down and took a large swallow from the glass. “We’re in. Full swap.”
“Great! I was hoping you would after feeling your package on the dance floor.” Sherri smiled at Buckley and then Erica.
“He’s good and there’s no one else I would rather share him with, than you.” Erica leaned towards Sherri and kissed her, lingering for a few moments, relishing the soft lips and sensation when their tongues met. Sherri’s fingers crept inside the low cut neckline of the dress and rubbed the hard tip of Erica’s nipple. Buckley wouldn’t be the only one to enjoy Sherri’s body later.
“Isn’t watching two gorgeous women kiss and fondle each other one of the most beautiful sights, Buckley?” Richard said, his eyes never leaving the two women.
“Couldn’t agree more, Bro.” Buckley’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “I’m ready to visit the play room any time you guys are.”
Erica leaned towards Buckley and kissed him. “I’m ready too.”
“Well, we’ll get there, gang, but first we have a surprise,” said Sherri. She gave a high sign to Carrie and Josh who got up and left the table.
Standing up, Sherri spoke over the music playing on the dance floor. “Hey everyone! We’re all here to wish Erica the best of luck as she goes off to start a huge project on the other side of the planet! In the past six months, she’s become very dear to us, our favorite Unicorn!”
People clapped and cheered. Erica couldn’t help it, but she was blushing.
“But she’s no longer a Unicorn! She’s met a wonderful guy, and these two are crazy in love!”
“We’re going to be heading to the playroom, but first,” she waved at Carrie and Josh. They came in carrying a cake that was in the shape of an airplane, along with a tray with champagne and glasses. “First, our best wishes and love to a wonderful woman, Erica!”
She began to sing ‘For She’s A Jolly Good Fellow’ and the rest of the table joined in. Buckley snagged a champagne bottle and started opening and pouring. Some bubbles must have gotten in her eyes.
As the cake and champagne was passed around, people from around the club as well as her seat mates stopped by giving her their best wishes. There were a few small, wrapped presents and a stack of cards next to her by the time the crowd thinned out.
She knocked back probably half a bottle of champagne by herself by the time the well wishers had thinned out.
Buckley was sitting next to her, his leather clad legs spread out, watching her with a smile. God he was beautiful.
She leaned into him. “Would you like a screwdriver, honey?” she said sweetly, batting her eyes.
“Hell no. I want to screw though.”
She stood and took his hand. She nudged Sherri and Richard. “See you in the back!”
They got up and the four of them headed to the playroom.
Chapter 42
The two couples smiled at each other while shedding their clothes in front of the series of lockers. Erica glanced at Buckley who was bent at the waist removing his socks. He was almost completely undressed and definitely aroused.
Sherri was down to a lacy red bra and panties above her thigh high stockings. She placed the towel around her waist and smiled at Buckley.
Erica slipped the stiletto heels off and grabbed a towel to cover her mostly naked body. She stepped close to Richard and they led the way to the play area. A king size bed across the dimly lit room caught her eye and she walked over to it, the others trailing behind. God, this was going to be good. Her pussy was swollen and needed some attention, fast.
She whipped the towel off and felt the coolness of the bed’s crisp white cotton sheet against her back, centering herself on the bed. Her eyes were half closed and a lewd smile played on her lips when Sherri’s body hovered just above her. The full breasts topped by the small dark pebbly nipples were so inviting. Erica raised her head and took one of the nipples in her mouth, grazing the puckered surface with her tongue.
Sherri placed her hand on her mons and lower, urging her thighs open. Her fingers pushed the narrow strip of fabric to the side and traced along the line where her pussy lips met, pushing into them and landing on her clit. Her breath hitched in her throat and her body arched forward at the hot sensation on her clit.
Now it was her turn. She reached for Sherri’s pussy and ran her hand over the soft stubble of her clean shaven groin. Farther, reaching, her finger rubbed the firm protruding bud of her clit. Oh God, the sensation of Sherri touching her while she excited Sherri was exquisite. Richard and Buckley were kneeling at the bottom of the bed, their hands stroking their hard cocks.
The women kissed softly, their tongues extended and dancing together. Sherri rolled off of Erica to lay by her side, spreading her legs, inviting Buckley with a wagging a crooked finger. On his knees he approached her, his cock thick and oozing pre-cum. Richard was now next to Erica’s body, his hand fondling and tweaking the hard nipple of her breast.
Erica rolled onto her side to watch Buckley, guiding his cock with his hand, to enter Sherri. His eyes were squeezed shut for a moment and he moaned before withdrawing and driving himself deeper into her. Sh
erri’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her fingers dug into the flesh of his ass pulling him hard into her.
Now Richard’s mouth was in the curve of Erica’s neck, kissing the tender area while his hand rolled over her side and down between her legs. His finger on her clit, slowly rubbed, teasing until she opened her legs and pushed her ass backwards, ready for his cock, wanting it inside her cunt.
The sensation was incredible, and a small orgasm was building within her. Buckley’s gaze fell on her and Richard and he smiled, still pumping with long strokes into Sherri. Her body tightened and shuddered when Richard’s cock deep inside her, rolled with the sideways thrusts his hips directed. And his finger on her clit was rubbing faster.
Her eyes closed and she was panting as the orgasm flooded through her. Soft lips were on her mouth, tongue seeking hers. Oh God, the feeling in her body was intense. Richard’s cock pumped into her slippery tight cunt, his thrusts now fast and hard, his breath warming her ear.
She reached for Sherri’s breast and rolled it in her hand and then down her side to touch Buckley’s iron hard thighs as he pumped into Sherri. Closing her mouth to break the kiss, she turned to watch him, to see the ecstasy and lust in his eyes, meeting his gaze.
Richard withdrew from her and she sat up, about to turn to take his cock into her mouth. Her eyes opened wider when he moved closer to Sherri, holding his glistening meat in his hand, aiming it at her lips. Sherri’s mouth closed on him, head bobbing to take all of the hard shaft inside. Erica knelt beside Buckley’s thigh. Oh God this was hot, watching the three people next to her, fucking and sucking.
One hand snaked around Buckley’s thigh and caressed his tight balls, while her other hand reached for Sherri’s clit. She was part of the arousal and pleasure of a man she cared a great deal for as well as a close friend. And Richard had been sensitive enough to join with Sherri, allowing Erica this moment.
Sherri was writhing, her hips thrusting upward, moaning softly even though her mouth was full of her husband’s cock. She was close. Erica’s fingers rubbed Sherri’s clit faster, following the movement of her hips. And Buckley was breathing hard, his hips like a piston pumping into Sherri, his balls tight and hard tucked into his body.
