Goodbye Dinner, Arriving

Arriving at the restaurant was a flurry of female forms. You and Sabrina were still in your work outfits, but everyone else was dressed down even though it was a nicer franchise steakhouse. That’s the way Gemma had wanted it.

Your party was a problem for a few minutes after the hostess led the three of you to your table. All four of the ladies you were meeting were up on their feet as soon as they spotted you, babbling happily and hugging fiercely.

Tasha was the first one to get to you, and you wrapped her up in your arms, feeling her tits crush against your chest. She was wearing a cropped T-shirt under a thin jean jacket that was hanging open, as she hugged you tightly with one hand she reached back and guided your hand down to her ass.

“Really?” you chuckled, squeezing it. It may not have been as nice as Becks’ or Becca’s, but an ass was an ass.

“Any time except funerals or in front of my parents,” she smirked at you, then went on her toes and you met her with a peck of your lips as you gave her another squeeze. When you released each other she grinned and shook her head. “Don’t bother holding back with the others either, we’re all two drinks deep already.”

She went to hug Sabrina, and you were getting hugged by Charlotte.

“Welcome home,” you said as you embraced quickly. “Good trip?”

“Good is relative. It was… productive,” she said. “Becca mentioned you guys finally got the thing out of your system.”

You nodded, not quite sure what to say. The one worry you’d always had about the stuff with Becca was how Charlotte would react - Becca had made it clear that they weren’t in a relationship and she could do what she wanted, but seeing them together you’d always felt like Charlotte acted like they were. She was smiling lopsidedly though and looking at you without accusation or malice. “You’re OK with it, yeah?” you ended up asking.

“Yes, for sure,” Charlotte assured you, her hands patting your upper arms for a moment. “Honestly, I expected it sooner but I guess Gemma liked keeping her horny. I know I’ve been getting the benefits of that game in the lead-up.”

You laughed. “Well, glad I could be of service.”

She winked and headed towards Gemma.

Becks was next to greet you. She was the most dressed up out of the four, wearing a little black shoulderless dress but pairing it with a pair of white wet-look tights. Her black hair was tied back in a thick braid and she was on heels tall enough that she was almost the same height as you. Her arms came up to circle around the back of your neck as you hugged her low around her waist.

“Hey, Daddy,” she said quietly as she pressed her body to yours and kissed your cheek.

“Not tonight,” you sighed, making her chuckle. Then she playfully licked your lips right in the middle with the tip of her tongue.

“Don’t mind me,” she said with a grin. “Just making sure you’re wound up for taking care of our girl tonight even if I won’t be there.”

“I’m sorry we can’t invite you all,” you said.

“I’m sure you are,” she snorted.

“Not like that,” you sighed.

“I know,” she grinned.

You slid your hands down a little, grabbing her butt since Tasha had said the girls were sort of expecting some attention. And you found you didn’t really care at that moment if people were watching or not. “How come you dressed up? Because you look gorgeous, but this was supposed to be casual.”

“It’s an experiment,” she said.

“Want to tell me the theory you’re working on?”

“If I can catch Tasha checking me out or not, and how I feel when she does,” Becks said quietly, bringing her lips to your ear. Then she sucked your earlobe for a second before pulling away. “Don’t say anything?”

“I won’t,” you promised and sealed it with a kiss.

Becca was the last to greet you, but certainly not the least. She was wearing a button-down plaid shirt and jeans, looking about as butch as she could get with no makeup - if not for the swell of her breasts and knowing her, she probably could have passed for a dude in dim lighting with that tomboy outfit. It didn’t dissuade you in the least, though, and you hooked your fingers through her jeans belt loops and pulled her to you with a grin.

“Hey there, sailor,” she chuckled, hugging you.

“Hey, Becca,” you said, wrapping your arms around her. “Feeling OK after the late night?”

“I might still be sitting tenderly,” she said. “Did you really need to do that big a number on my ass?”

“Hey, I didn’t hear any complaints at the time,” you said, pulling away a little to meet her eye.

“That’s fair,” she smirked and shook her head. “It was really good.” She sighed and shrugged. “Just don’t expect it to be like that if we hook up again, alright? That’s a Big Special Occasion kind of experience, I’m usually the one who likes to be in control. Lots more riding, maybe a little pegging?”

“If it happens again, way more riding is OK with me,” you said, then waggled a finger at her an inch from her nose. “But if you think you’re getting anything near my butt then I’ll need to punish you again. Worse than last night.”

She barked a laugh and then caught your finger between her teeth, giving you a silly growl like a dog with a toy before wrapping her lips around your finger and sucking as she pulled away. The look in her eyes was teasing, playful sex. Becca didn’t say anything though, and turned and looked at the others. “Alright, you gaggle of clucking hens. Sit, already. We need another round, and I’m getting hungry!”

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