by Mia Moore
When Sherri’s body stiffened, her eyes squeezed shut, lost in a sea of lust and pleasure, it had a cascade effect. First Richard, thrust deep into Sherri’s mouth, his cock pulsing as it spewed cum deep into her throat. And then Buckley, the cheeks of his ass tensed as he drove deep into her, hips rocking as each spurt of cum shot out of him.
He gasped and opened his eyes, looking at Erica with a small smile on his lips. Lips that she couldn’t resist. She stretched upward, her hands now around his neck, kissing him deeply, her tongue gliding across his.
He put his arm around her waist and held her gently, lowering her body onto the bed, still kissing her. It was a tender moment that would stay with her forever. A threshold had been crossed in making love with her friends. In an odd sort of way the connection between them was now tighter, having shared this experience.
Both couples snuggled with their partners, enjoying intimacy and affection. After a while Erica felt a small hand caressing her hip absently. She rolled over to see Sherri’s laughing blue eyes regarding her.
“Oh my God, that was good. How are you guys doing?” Sherri’s voice was soft but there was a trace of concern in her tone.
Erica was about to answer when Buckley spoke. “We’re good. I can’t believe I’m saying this. I just fucked a sexy woman, in front of my woman and watched her orgasm with another man. It’s crazy, but it was sexy as hell.”
“Speak for yourself, buster, I’m not okay,” said Erica.
All eyes were now on Erica. She grinned and continued. “The rest of you had mind blowing orgasms. I only had a little one because I was too focused on Buckley and Sherri having a good time.”
“Ah, poor baby.” Sherri slid close to Erica and down so that her face was level to her crotch. Erica’s legs opened as Buckley sat up to watch.
Sherri’s fingers parted Erica’s pussy lips and she touched her clit with the ball of her finger, stroking it. A jolt of pleasure shot through Erica’s body and Sherri’s tongue was now licking the underside of her clit, the fingers of her other hand pushing into Erica’s wet opening.
As Sherri licked and finger fucked her, Erica’s arousal rose. Her tongue and fingers were perfect, touching her in the way only another woman can.
“Yes…just like that…don’t stop. Lick me.” Erica’s upper body strained forward when the first intense wave of ecstasy flooded her body. Sherri’s fingers were pumping fast and hard into her, her tongue sucking and licking her clit with wild abandon. Another shudder of ecstasy, this one more intense.
Erica’s hands flew to the side of Sherri’s face, pulling her head away from her over sensitized clit. She gasped taking deeps breaths, heart pumping hard in her chest and collapsed back onto the bed. Oh my God, it had been good.
She glanced at Buckley. He was hard again. A look at Richard showed that the girl on girl had aroused him as well. Now it was her turn to watch once more.
Richard’s arm went under Sherri’s belly and pulled her up and towards him. His hand was on his cock stroking it to full hardness and he placed it on Sherri’s opening, entering her all the way.
Erica’s hand crept up Buckley’s thigh until she reached his thick, hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked it, feeling the wet stickiness of pre-cum at the slit. She urged him to rise to his knees and forward to Sherri’s mouth. This would be a real mind blowing scene for him, getting sucked by Sherri while he watched Richard fuck her.
Sherri strained forward to place her lips on Buckley’s cock, extending her tongue to roll over the thick knob. When he eased towards her on his knees, his hand on the side of her head, her mouth opened wide to take him in. Erica reached under Sherri to touch her breast and tease the nipple and then to her pussy to stroke her clit.
Richard’s eyes were almost shut, looking down at his cock entering Sherri and then at Sherri’s head as she sucked Buckley. His thrusting was harder now, fingers digging into the soft creamy flash of her ass. Sherri’s moans could be heard as her body bucked back against her husband. Erica’s hand became wetter still when Sherri came, her pussy wet and slippery.
Erica rose and kissed Buckley and then slid down his body trailing kisses until her head was next to Sherri’s. Her fingers touched his balls and upward to Sherri’s chin. And then Erica’s mouth was on him, tasting and licking the long shaft down to the base and back to the tip before releasing it for Sherri. They alternated taking him into their mouths, greedy for his cum. His hands were on both of their heads and he groaned when he came, drizzling cum onto their tongues licking him.
The sight must have rocketed Richard over the edge because he clutched Sherri, grinding into her and spurting hot cum deep into her.
Sherri turned to kiss Erica and then shifted to kiss Richard. When Erica looked up at Buckley, his breathing was shallow through parted lips, his eyes smiling, as they gazed at her His arm went round her shoulders and he lowered his body to hers, kissing her lips, cheeks and neck.
“I’m really going to miss this,” he said in her ear. “I won’t be coming here without you, you know.”
She nodded.
But honestly, how long could she expect him to wait?
Chapter 43
She got through the rest of the next day on sheer willpower.
They spent the night at her place. The firm was going to sublet it for her, and if they couldn’t find a tenant, they’d just pay her mortgage for the first year, and figure out what to do after the project was running smoothly.
She trudged through the morning and afternoon.
One moment she was angry at God, and at Buckley all at the same time. How could you be so in love with a person and so angry at them for being in love with you back? The next moment she was barely able to keep from bursting into tears. The unfairness of it all.
Unfairness? Who the hell is she to whine about unfairness? Buckley buried his wife and unborn son because of a slippery bathtub?
She made a final phone call to her parents in Florida. She had kept Mom and Dad posted on her career developments and her love life. They hoped Buckley would come down for a visit while she was in Africa. She was surprised that they could care less he was African American. Well, at least she knew where her own color blindness came from.
Buckley was driving her crazy. The bastard was so emotionally steady compared to her own flip flopping. The hell with that—he was actually pleasant! Was it too much to ask for him to be just a little mopey?
She was just finishing up checking in for her flight when she called him on it.
“It doesn’t seem like you’re going to be missing me at all, Buckley.”
“What do you mean by that? I love you! Of course I’m going to miss you!” He was grinning when he said it.
“You sure aren’t acting like you’re saying goodbye,” as much as she didn’t want it, her lower lip stuck out on its own accord.
“Hey,” he cupped her chin in his hand and she stared up into his deep black eyes. “You’re going away, to do some pretty important shit. We’ll have email, and Skype, and who knows, I’m able to buy plane tickets too you know.” He leaned in and kissed her. Pulling back he said, “Who knows? You’ll probably see me before you even get a chance to really start missing me, okay?”
He had her carryon in one hand and was holding her with his other as they walked to the gate. She was flying first class, and her flight was departing in just a short while.
At the security gate they stood and held hands, looking at each other in silence.
Now the tears were starting to flow again and she didn’t give a damn.
He leaned over and kissed her. She reached up and put her arms around him, holding him tight. She needed to remember this for at least a year.
Probably forever.
The tears flowed again.
“It’s time to say goodbye,” he said quietly.
She couldn’t.
So she just kissed the tip of her finger, touched his lip and went through the security gate. She didn’t lo
ok back. She’d cry on the plane.
Chapter 44
Things were quite different in first class on a 747. Entering the airliner, a flight attendant directed her to her seat. It wasn’t like any airline seat she’d ever seen before, it was more like a pod. She sat down buckled in, and stretched out her feet as far as she could and was still a couple of feet away from the seat in front of her. She took the brochure from the pocket next to her and read that her seat would completely fold out to a bed well over six feet long.
Even Buckley would have been comfortable on this flight.
Buckley. Oh Tim…
A flight attendant came by and she ordered a double scotch. They were going to be in the air for 18 hours—she had plenty of time to get well and truly smashed and recover from a hangover before landing. And that’s exactly what she intended. She nestled into her seat for the long haul, checking out the huge TV monitor and remote control. She would keep busy with whatever until they were airborne.
She prayed that the seat next to her would stay vacant. If it did, she’d be able to start the work of repairing her broken heart with a good long cry.
Before long the flight attendant collected her now empty glass.
“I’d like another please.”
“Certainly. We’re about to take off, but I’ll bring it to you as soon as I’m able to.”
“That’ll be fine.” She looked past and saw the crew shutting the doors to the cabin. Yes! She’d have the seat next to her all to herself!
Before she knew it, they were at cruising altitude. She reached under her seat and took out her laptop case. She could do some work and prep for the next day, then have her cry and maybe only have a couple of drinks. No sense starting off this trip with a hangover.
She slid the laptop out of its case, and placed it on the seat next to her.
She no sooner did that, when the flight attendant came by.
“You need to keep your neighboring seat clear, Ma’am.”
Erica looked up at her. “What’s the problem? The seat’s vacant.”
The attendant bit her lip. “Well… it’s a new policy that we’re experimenting with? Could you please remove it?”
Oh for God’s sake! Erica plucked the leather case out of the seat and tucked it back under her own. She looked up at the flight attendant and spread her hands. “Is that in accordance with your policy? Satisfied?” Doesn’t this woman have anything better to do? Wait a second… she looked back up to the woman.
“I do believe I asked you for a scotch?”
“Yes you did.” She glanced around the cabin and looked back down. “I’ll bring it right away.”
“Thank you.” Erica went back to her laptop and resumed poring over a spreadsheet. The supply chain for materials looked out of whack to her and she wanted to see if she could figure out why.
“Excuse me,” the attendant was back. “Would you please make some room so I could put these down?” Erica looked up and saw the woman holding two champagne glasses.
“I asked for a scotch.”
“Yes Ma’am. Could you please make room on your tray table?”
“But…”
“Please?” The woman’s eyes were almost laughing at her, they were dancing! Like she hadn’t had a bad enough day, and now she was dealing with a crazy flight attendant. She bit her tongue from biting the woman’s head off though—in this day and age, an argument in the air with airline personnel usually resulted in a trip to jail.
With a huff, she snapped her laptop lid down and shoved it under her seat. She held her hand out to her tray table. “Be my guest, I guess.” Ditzy stewardess.
“Thank you so much, Ma’am.” The woman deposited the glasses and walked back up the aisle to the front of the cabin.
Erica stared at the champagne. Obviously, there was some couple in the cabin who was waiting for it, and is staring at a glass of scotch. Let them straighten out the ditz’s mess. She’d down these and then have her scotch! She took one of the flutes in hand and stared out the window.
Now the tears were coming and she didn’t give a shit. She raised the glass to the window and said softly, “Here’s to you, Buckley. Now it’s time to say goodbye.” She sipped her toast and sobbed.
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A hand rested on her shoulder. “Now woman, no cry,” a deep voice said softly.
She dropped her head, hearing his voice, feeling his touch and all the sorrow, all her misgivings burst out of her in a wail.
A chocolate brown, large hand appeared over hers and took the champagne flute away. It came back and turned her face up to his.
Buckley. “Shhh… no time for crying now, Erica,” he said, barely above a whisper.
She flew out of her seat and wrapped her arms around his neck squeezing him with all her strength to make sure it wasn’t a hallucination. She buried her face into that sweet spot between his neck and shoulder and sobbed and sobbed. She felt her tears dripping onto his skin. His tangy skin.
He rocked her back and forth gently until she began to calm down in the hammock of his arms.
She pushed back from him and taking his face in her hands she began to kiss it. She was going to kiss every square inch of the beautiful, black Buckley face and never, ever let it go. Never again.
She stopped kissing his face and pulled back and stared into his eyes and planted the last kiss on his mouth. His hand came from around and crushed her face into his as he opened his mouth to hers, and they feasted on each other.
For what felt like forever.
She pulled away and began stroking his face. Now his eyes were dancing.
“What? Why?”
He laughed. “I did it this way so you wouldn’t try to talk me out of it. And I wasn’t sure if I would be able to pull it off until I got back from my travels with my Dad.” He looked down for a second, still grinning. “I didn’t have everything in place until just yesterday.” He looked up at her. “So surprise!”
“But your job?”
“Got a new one now. I’m going to be teaching at their Police Academy.”
“How the—”
“State Department. The top boss there, the Secretary of State phoned their Minister of Public Safety and asked for a favor.”
“The Secretary of State? He’s a friend of yours?”
“Never met the guy.”
“What?”
Buckley shrugged and held out his hands. “It’s the truth!” He waved a finger in the air. “However—his boss and my family go back a ways. Now that guy used to coach me in basketball in Chicago when I was a kid. And my Dad drove him allll over Illinois when he was running for Senator back in the day.” Buckley was grinning widely now. “So when Barry moved to D.C., he told my Dad that if there ever was anything he could do for us, just pick up the phone.”
“Just pick up the phone.”
“Well, yeah. I was a little pressed for time, so I wasn’t going to send him a letter, you know.”
“You have his phone number.”
Buckley took out his wallet and riffled through it. “Yeah, got it someplace here. We used Dad’s… yeah, here.” He took out a business card and handed it to her.
She looked at it. It was an engraved business card, absolutely top quality. All that was printed on it was ‘The White House’. Puzzled, she turned it over. On the back, hand written was a phone number, and ‘Barry—to Tim’. She looked up.
“Could never get that man to call me Buckley. He said it sounded cooler than ‘Barry’, so no way.”
Now her mouth was hanging open. He reached over and chucking her under the chin, closed it for her.
“I couldn’t let you get away, Erica. I love you. And I’d move heaven and Earth for us to be together.”
“Or governments.”
He nodded. “If that’s what it took, yeah.” He dropped his head. “I never thought I’d love again…” He looked up at her. “I sure as hell didn’t realize I could love more.”
He looked over at the seat
next to her and sat in it. He waved to the flight attendant who scurried over and refilled the champagne flutes and giggling. She gave Erica a wink and left them alone.
Buckley passed her a flute and took the second. “It’s a long flight, baby, let’s figure out what we’re going to do with the rest of our lives, what do you say?”
They clinked glasses and sipped. And made a toast.
And said goodbye to ever being alone again.
THE END
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