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.
Sensing me giving up protesting, Beca spun me around and kissed me on the lips while she continued to caress my breasts.
“You taste so much better than the guys here do,” she whispered, lifting her face a little way from mine to look into my eyes. She brought a hand up to gently caress my face before closing her eyes and leaning in for another kiss.
A small part of me, the married mom part, wanted to make her stop. Thankfully that part wasn’t in charge.
The kiss turned more forceful as one hand held the back of my head and the other moved down, lightly stroking my breasts and nipples.
Beca broke the kiss, still hovering a few inches away from my face, smiling at me. She leaned down and pulled my aching nipple into her mouth, biting and licking it, still looking at me.
I found my hands stroking her face and hair, enjoying the feeling of it as it ran through my fingers.
It was at this point that I finished processing what she had said about me tasting better than the guys here do. The taste in her mouth, other than the alcohol, was cum.
“Damit, Beca. Did you really suck someone off and then kiss me?” I was annoyed with her. It somehow felt more like cheating than what I was letting her do right now.
She started laughing as she pulled back and gave me a big smile before pulling my skirt up, exposing the g-string I was wearing.
“Underwear, really, Kate? When did you start going out with them?”
“About the time I became a wife and had a kid,” I told her as she pulled them down. I felt her pulling up on my legs and was stubborn for a moment.
Sensing my uneasiness, she smiled and licked my pussy.
Fuck, I had forgotten how good she was at that.
Beca tried again and I let her lift first one leg then the other, spreading my legs for better access.
She put the panties inside her top with a grin, “Mine to remember the time you wore panties to a club.”
Before I said anything she pushed her face into my pussy and started licking again. With my legs parted slightly, she had much better access. I felt her circle my clit, sucking and nibbling on it before driving her tongue inside.
“Of fuck,” I kept repeating as she pushed me closer and closer to cumming. Finally, getting me right to the edge, she stood up and pulled down my skirt.
“What the fuck, Beca,” I said, annoyed that she had stopped.
“Just needed to loosen you up a little bit. Being married with children has taught you some bad habits.”
I reached down to finish what she had started and she smacked my hands away.
“Oh no, you don’t, slut. Keep your hands out. If you want to cum, find someone to help you with that,” and with that, Beca fastened my top and pulled me away from the wall, kissing me again.
I could taste myself on her lips and tongue. This kiss became much more passionate, as I was determined to make her as hot as she had left me. I could hear her moaning into my mouth as I pulled her closer, sliding my hands down her back, cupping her ass.
I knew from prior experience that she was quickly getting to a place that nothing else would matter except cumming. I played with her ass, pulling her skirt up to expose her to the empty room. I started squeezing her ass cheeks, pulling them apart as I pulled her closer.
Then I let her go and pushed her away, walking over to the sink checking my makeup.
“You can be such a fucking tease,” Beca said, pulling down her skirt and adjusting her top.
“I didn’t start this, slut. You did.”
She gave me a stern look before we both broke out laughing. As we left the restroom, she pushed me in front and smacked my ass a couple of times as we made our way to the table.
Debbie was the only one there when we arrived. “What took you so long Beca, that moron you were fucking with has been here twice,” she said looking annoyed.
“If he comes back again, tell him I am either on the dance floor or that I left. He can figure it out.”
Beca noticed that the drinks were empty and caught the waiter’s attention. “Hey, can we get a round of the Mango things?”