High School Reunion

I've often heard horror stories about high school reunions, but when the invitation came for my 20th, I was genuinely looking forward to seeing the class I had left behind...along with my small town shyness and about forty-five pounds.

I arrived early in the week and called my friend Ellen who, like many of our class, never left the security of a small town. She still lived in the same house, on the same street her parents had lived in before her, which was across the street from another of our classmates, Gary White. Gary and I had shared a one nighter when we were in college, but I hadn't seen him since our school's tenth reunion just after the breakup of my marriage, and doubted that he even remembered the event. Even so, I couldn't help feeling more than a little excited at the thought of seeing him again.

I went to Ellen's house, met her children, listened to her endless talk about her job, her husband, and her wonderful life and when I finally managed to get a word in, asked her ( just innocent curiosity about a classmate you understand) if Gary was going to be at the reunion party later that evening. Now, Ellen isn't the type of person who simply picks up the phone when she can show up in person, so the next thing I knew we were standing on Gary's porch, her finger poised on the doorbell. Thoughts were rushing through my mind faster than the time it took the electricity to travel from the buzzer to the bell; "...he's not home...his wife/kids are going toanswer...he's fat, he's bald...." then the door opened and a tall, blond, tan, ex-high school football player stood in front of us and every coherent thought I had left vanished.

Gary greeted Ellen, but didn't see me at first, because I was standing behind her in the shadows. When he did, his reaction was a mix of shock, surprise and dare I say, a hint of pleasure. When I heard his deep seductive voice say my name a bolt of electricity shot through me, igniting the memory of the way he had spoken it that dark dorm room a lifetime ago. I was desperately trying to act cool and detached. Afterall, we were just two old friends who hadn't seen each other in years. It was quite natural for him to put his arms around me and not at all unusual for him to tell me how great it was to see me again and tell me how fantastic I looked. It was, however, a bit unexpected for my leg to move just slightly to the center and "accidentally" notice he was more than a little bit happy to see me.

He invited us in, introduced us to his wife and two adorable children and I was instantly brought back to reality. I have to admit I felt more than a little guilty for having had such adulterous thoughts earlier, but Gary hadn't seemed to notice. He was the perfect host, making Ellen and I feel right at home. He served the drinks and the three of us got caught up on our lives. Things were going rather mundanely as we sat in his kitchen, in his house, with his family, so I couldn't understand why, all of a sudden, I started getting hot. I attributed it to the summer weather which is notorious for its heat and humidity. But Gary's house was air conditioned, and the only moisture I was feeling was coming from between my legs. I didn't know if it had been my imagination, but I could have sworn I'd caught a glimpse of him looking at me just so slightly out of the corner of his eye. Imagination or not, my panties were soaking. I politely asked for more ice for my drink and when Gary took my glass I felt his hand brush against mine and a jolt of sexual heat went straight through me....or was that too just a part of an overactive teenage retro-imagination? Whatever it was or wasn't, I was having one hell of a time trying to keep my mind on the conversation, while wishing I could put the ice down the front of my blouse.

Ellen and I left to get ready for the party. On the way back to her house, she carried on a monologue about the class and who was going to be there, and never noticed that the only response she was getting from me were weak "uh-huh"s. I drove to my hotel, got undressed and took a long, cold shower which wasn't having any effect on the heat emanating from the inside. I mentally slapped myself to force a reality check. "He's married" I told myself ".....he has a family....what the hell am I thinking? " I dried off and started to get dressed for the evening's activities. I was fine. I was feeling better. OK, I wasn't either, but I was determined not to act on the impulses that were surging through my brain and causing a tropical heat wave throughout my body. I put on the one-piece black jumpsuit that I had bought specifically for the reunion. It clung to every curve, and showed beautifully the results of diet, exercise and good heathy California living. I left the underwear on the dresser.

The valet parked my car at the restaurant entrance to the country club which was decorated with old photos of our class. As I made my way through the crowd, the reaction I was getting to the" before and after" was worth every ounce of sweat I had exhausted on the exercise machines. I was amused at the reaction from old...and I do mean OLD...male classmates, and the husbands of a few of the female ones as well. I tried, unsuccessfully not to look for Gary, who had yet to arrive, and wondered if he was going to bring his wife. I mingled, I flirted, I kept my eye on the door and tried to hide my delight when he finally did appear ....alone.

I continued the charade and was doing quite well, until Gary sat down next to me at the bar. We made idle conversation about his business, his kids, what I'd been doing for the past decade. I thought I was doing a great job of acting nonchalant, but couldn't help noticing that myvoice was sounding a bit scratchy, or that it was becoming very difficult to breath. I had almost convinced myself that my initial reaction was nothing more than a childish fantasy when Gary put his hand on my upper thigh. It felt like a hot poker searing through the cotton. I swear I could hear the flesh sizzle under his touch. He whispered in my ear that his van was parked at the far end of the parking lot and to meet him there in five minutes. He got up and left the restaurant, never waiting for my answer, or looking back to see if I was going to follow. He already knew. Six seconds after I'd entered his house, he knew. And so did I.

I made my way through the crowd, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Someone came over and tried to start up a conversation, but I made a lame excuse about needing to use the restroom. I fought the urge to run across the parking lot and instead walked excruciatingly slowly to avoid suspicion.

Gary slid open the door, held out his hand and helped me inside. I climbed into the van, and we moved into the back where he told me he had taken out the seats so we'd be more comfortable. Over his shoulder I could see couples continuing to enter the restaurant. I was very glad the van's windows were heavily tinted.

Gary started kissing me and I was instantly transported back twenty years. His tongue travel along my neck and traced a path down the low neckline of the jumpsuit. He bit the end of the zipper and slowly opened the front exposing me to the night air. I felt my nipples getting hard as he put his mouth on one and gently used the tips of his fingers to play with the other. Headlights were traveling by as more of our classmates arrived. I heard voices outside as couples made their way past the van to the restaurant. Knowing they were only a few feet away excited me even more. I could feel the tightness of the jumpsuit rub against my swollen clit as small shivers ran through my body. A very loud moan started to escape from my throat, and Garyimmediately covered my mouth with his to prevent us from being discovered.

He gently pushed me back on the floor and turned my very expensive outfit into a discarded pile of rags. He moved his head between my legs, his tongue and fingers transporting me from our little reunion party straight to another galaxy. I held his mass of thick, blond hair and bit my lip to avoid alerting the entire reunion class and half the town to what was going on. I heard my voice in the distance begging him to fuck me. He moved his body over mine and did as I asked for what seemed like hours of pure erotic pleasure.

The restaurant had turned the outside speakers on and suddenly we were listening to music of our generation. The sounds drowned out my own voice which by now was nothing more than incoherent primitive animal noises. Gary moved to the rhythm of long ago memories as I held onto him and drew him in deeper and harder. I heard him whisper "Jenny" and suddenly everything was ablaze of psychedelic lights and sounds and colors. It was Woodstock and Jimmy Hendrex and Led Zeppelin and Vietnam, and our High School Prom . And Gary.

When the music faded, he held me close, my head resting on his chest. We knew reality was just on the other side of the door, and we were in no hurry to return. For one brief moment in time there were no bosses, no bills to pay, no wives or ex-husbands with their incessant demands.. We had all the time in the world, and the world was once again wide open with all the endless possibilities of youth. We were young again and we were free.

The rest of the weekend was a series of typical reunion events. When it was over, some of us exchanged addresses and phone numbers we knew we'd never use. Gary returned to his wife and his family. I got on the early flight and returned to my career.

That was five years ago. I have a new husband now and three children of my own. In the mail today I received the invitation for our twenty-fifth high school reunion. I wonder if the time machine is still working?

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