Friday had finally arrived, and with it, I would be flying into Tampa to meet the girls. It was the first time in six years that we would be close enough to all go out together.
After college, the four of us had gone to different parts of the country to take on the world, changing it into something better.
Well, that was the dream at least, of the four, two of us had gotten married, one of us twice. Three of us had kids, and one seemed to have managed to avoid the trap of life and stayed unencumbered.
Don’t get me wrong, Rob is a great guy and a wonderful husband, and our daughter, Denna, lights up a room by walking into it. To be honest, I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for either of them. But I remember being single in college, away from my controlling parents for the first time, and the fun the girls and I used to have.
I wish the reason that we were all going to be together was better. Mrs. Donaldson, our sorority mom, had passed. She was always looking out for us, becoming a second mom almost. She was never too busy to listen to us about the boy or girl who had broken our hearts, never judged anyone, and always gave good advice.
I was flying in from Kansas City, and the four of us were going out and celebrating her memory before we went to the funeral on Saturday afternoon.
My flight was uneventful, and after catching the shuttle to the hotel, I changed into a short skirt and a backless, low-cut crop top that clipped together at my breasts, showing off the inside swells of my large breasts and flat stomach I had worked to get back after my daughter was born.
I took a taxi to the club Rebeca, or Beca as I called her, had picked and found a long line at the door. We had tried several times to get into this club when we were in college but never could. I guess four twenty-two-year-old girls weren’t important enough.
I wonder who Beca fucked to get us in, I thought, which put a smile on my face.
Looking around for the others, I spotted Beca standing behind the doorman. She smiled when she realized it was me and waved me to the empty VIP side.
It had been a few years since I had worn an outfit like this. Being married and having a young child meant that I didn’t go clubbing anymore. So it felt good when I saw the looks the guys and some of the girls in the line gave me as I walked up to the VIP line.
I smiled at the doorman as I approached him.
“ID, please,” he asked, having trouble taking his eyes off my breasts.
“Oh, you are such a dear. Thank you,” I said, instantly liking the doorman. It had been years since someone had carded me.
He smiled at my comment but made no move to let me in.
I pulled my ID out of my little purse and handed it to him. He put the ID in the handheld scanner, waiting until it beeped. Then, he looked at me again and handed my ID back.
“Enjoy your night, Miss,” he said, unhooking the rope and standing aside to let me join Beca.
For some reason, I didn’t correct him and smiled as I walked past him. I could feel the eyes drinking in my body as I walked up the steps and embraced Beca.
“I have missed you so much,” Beca said, holding me at arm’s length, with one hand on my tiny waist.
“I’m I the last one to show up?” I asked, glancing around.
“Late as always,” she smirked, looking at the outfit I was wearing.
“I see childbirth has made some positive changes,” she said as she slipped a hand inside the top against my stomach. Her touch felt hot against my skin as she slid her hand up and under the flimsy material covering my right breast, pinching the nipple lightly.
“Quit being bad,” I told her, smacking her hand and pulling it out of my top. I noticed a few people had seen what she had done. I wanted to get away from the staring her actions had caused, so I pushed her towards the door.
Since the club was dark and the music was loud, Beca grabbed my hand, pulling me through the crowd to the table where the rest of the girls sat.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Debbie said with a grin as she hopped up and grabbed me, pulling me into a hug. “I miss you so much,” she whispered into my ear.
Other than her hairstyle, Debbie hadn’t changed at all. She still had the exact athletic figure she had in school.
She let go, and Cindy took her place, hugging me. “Hey, sis, you look amazing in that top. Have your breasts gotten bigger?”
I hugged her back. I had missed Cindy most of all. We had spent a lot of time together in college, and when we all split, I had to admit I felt a little lost without her.
“Yeah, one of the benefits to having a kid,” I told her as I put my hands under my top and cupped them, moving them up and down as I looked her over.
Cindy had been way too skinny in college, thanks to an issue with anorexia. I guess we both had that issue, one of the things that had gotten us so close. But having kids had added some definition to her body, giving her a nice ass and enhancing her curves.
“Let me see you,” I told her as I spun her around. “You look amazing!”
“No, I don’t. I cannot seem to lose all the weight I put on with the kids,” she said, pouting.
“Nonsense, you look perfect. I bet what’s his name is happy.”
“John? No, the asshole keeps whining at me to lose weight,” Cindy frowned as she told me.
“He’s an idiot. You look wonderful! Don’t let him ruin you, sis. If he can’t accept you as you are, kick his ass to the curb and find someone better.”
“I love you,” she told me, hugging me again before letting me go.
We all sat down, and I noticed two shots and some kind of mixed drink were sitting in front of me.
I looked at Beca and raised an eyebrow.
“Well you are late and behind the rest,” she replied, looking over the rim of a margarita she was sipping.
I raised the shot to my noise, wondering what it was.
“I love whisky,” I laughed and downed both shots quickly. I could feel the burn as it slid down my throat.
Debbie just shook her head at my antics. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
I smiled at her and picked up the mixed drink, taking a sip.
My face lit up as I tasted it. “Mango!”
“Thought you might like it,” Debbie said, drinking a similar one herself.
We finished the drinks and looked out at the bodies dancing.
“Come on,” Beca said as she stood and grabbed my hand. The whole group moved to the dance floor. It wasn’t long before I saw Beca grinding her ass against some tall stranger.
She never changes, I thought, shaking my head and smiling at her. She winked and reached back, putting her hands behind the neck of the nameless man, pulling him closer.
After a few songs, Debbie, Cindy, and I left the floor for the table. I tried to get Beca’s attention, but she rolled her eyes as a nameless guy ground against her ass. Shaking my head I left her to her game.
I caught the waiter’s attention. “Can I get water?”
Debbie immediately butted in. “Fuck that, bring her another one of those Mango things.” She gave me a look, daring me to contradict her.
The waiter looked at me. “Sure, bring all of us one,” I told him, shaking my head.
You might as well have company. Drinking alone wasn’t any fun, I thought, sitting next to Debbie.
“I don’t drink like I used to,” I told Debbie as the waiter walked away to get the drinks.
“Nonsense, you need to let go a little. Hubby and the kid are home, and you are out with us,” she told me, putting her arm around me.
Our drinks arrived shortly and Cindy raised her glass. “To sisters!”
We all started drinking. I took a sip and was going to set the glass down when Cindy stopped me. “The whole thing bitch.”
I smiled at the challenge and pulled the straw out of the drink. I looked her in the eyes as I turned the glass up and let the entire drink pour into my mouth, swallowing it all.
She cheered and mimicked what I had done. Then we both turned to Debbie, waiting on her.
“Fuck it,” she said, doing the same.
“I have to piss,” I heard Beca say behind me as she wrapped her arms around my waist, pushing her hands under my top and groping both breasts.
“Stop that,” I told her, pulling her hands down and pushing her back. I could see she had returned with another new guy in tow. Mr. New guy was all grins, licking his lips as he caught a glimpse of what Beca had done.
Beca stumbled a little bit as she gripped the table. I put my arm under hers.
“Let’s go fix that then,” I told her as I guided her away from the rest of us. Mr. New Guy started to follow, hoping for some action. “Sorry dude, this is a girl thing. She will find you if she is still interested when we get back.”
He seemed a little disappointed but nodded and walked away.
“What did you see in that jerk?” I asked.
“Who, that guy?” she looked at his retreating ass. He had already found another woman to dance with. “I am just looking for the guy with the biggest dick,” she said, laying her head on my shoulder.
“You haven’t changed,” I told her, as we entered the lady’s room. The room was a little better lit than the club and had a leather couch surrounded by a couple of chairs in the atrium, and a lot of stalls.
Someone paid attention to a woman, I thought, checking the room out.
We separated and found empty stalls, rejoining at the sinks after finishing.
Beca finished first and tore a paper towel off, looking into the mirror, checking her makeup. I finished washing my hands and walked over to the towel dispenser. As I waved my hands underneath it, I felt someone push up against me, wrapping their arms around and sliding them up under my shirt to cup my breasts.
I was a little shocked, but glancing in the mirror, I could see it was just Beca. “Stop that, you little slut,” I told her, trying to pull her hands off my breasts.
She ignored me, unfastening the clasp on the front of the top letting it fall open, completely exposing my breasts.
“Beca, please,” I whined as I tried to put my top back together before someone walked in.
She ignored me, licking my neck before blowing her hot breath against the base of my skull.
Fuck, I missed this, I thought, remembering some of the stuff Beca and I had done back in college. I guess the alcohol was getting to me a little because I stopped trying to close up the top and let her play.