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Class Reunion

By: 3M_TA3



"Are you serious?" I blustered, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone else had heard. Her eyes never wavered from my own, she didn't blink; she just smiled seductively. "But my wife!"

"Well, if you don't want to that's okay." She said with no hint of neither disappoint nor malice registering in her voice.

I was sitting at the table with an old classmate during our 5 year class reunion enjoying my umpteenth cold beer and engaging Lacey in raucous conversation. We grew up as friends, neighbors, and sometimes sex partners, but never actually dated. She hadn't changed much. Her blonde, shoulder-length, extremely curly hair was the same, her blue eyes as I had always remembered them; only the confidence on her face had changed. We had not seen each other since graduation as our choices carried us in different directions.

Lacey was divorced, I had married Bobbi only a scant 6 months before. I stared open mouth at her boldness, recalling her 5'7" frame with smooth white skin, large breasts with pale nipples, flat stomach, and very bushy snatch stretched across my bed. She was better than average to behold, but certainly no rival for prom queen. She did have wonderfully long legs though. My cock began to twitch as I weighed my options, "Think we can do it without getting caught?"

"We can sure try!" she purred. "Meet us there at 1 am, I am going to get Donna." She left and I watched her ass sway seductively across the room and approach Donna. Donna was another neighbor and friend, but we had never had sex. Donna had been married since graduation and was standing beside her husband while he talked to the guy next to him. Lacey motioned her away, spoke briefly to her then left. Shortly thereafter I watched Donna and her husband have a short, heated discussion, then she too left. Donna was tall with flame red hair, maybe 5'9" and thick in school. She wasn't heavy, just big. The last 5 years had been generous to her, she did not have a particularly attractive face and that had not changed, but she had slimmed down and the effect was dramatic. Her breasts jutted from her chest, the size of softballs, and gravity had only begun to affect them. She had a nice full ass that was much more defined than it ever was in school.

Could I actually do this? It would be tricky, especially since my wife had went home early and may not yet be asleep. I needed to go home and get something before meeting Donna and Lacey at the old grade school building. It was a perfect place to meet, way off by itself from the cluster of houses that was my old hometown, no lights, and you could see and hear if anyone was approaching. I was in luck as I went to the nightstand beside the bed and got what I needed. Bobbi was asleep and didn't stir as I left the room and silently pulled the door shut.

Since it was only about half a mile, I opted to leave my car at the house and walk so I would not draw any unwanted attention. I made it there at 12:45 and took a swing on the playground to wait for the girls.

Donna and Lacey got there 20 minutes later, more than once I about chickened out and left. "Hi Tony!" Donna called and waved enthusiastically. "Shall we get to it?" Both girls were approaching from the Jeep they had just parked.

"Get to what exactly?" We all turned as Bobbi, obviously not asleep and having followed me, spoke from the shadow of the building. There was a distinguishable shake to her voice as she fought to control it. I couldn't see her eyes because of the pale light but what little moonlight there was glinted off the barrel of the .38 Police Special I kept concealed under our bed.

"Don't make me ask again you Son-of-a-Bitch!" Her voice shook but the gun hand remained steady. "You have one chance to come clean. Total honesty Tony or so help me god I will blow your balls off!"

"Bobbi, I ...well ... I ..." seeing I had no other option I gave up trying to think of a story and went for the truth. "Lacey and I were talking at the bar and she asked how sex was after getting married. I told her it was great, but I still want to try anal and you were too scared." Bobbi snorted a derisive little laugh.

"So these two are giving it to you then?" She had calmed and her voice became even. Bobbi is a beauty, she stands 5'6", 115 pounds, long, thick, brown, wavy hair that reached a point between her shoulder blades, brown eyes that laughed when she talked and all the right curves in all the right places. I doubted seriously if her eyes were laughing now.

"Well, no, not exactly." The girls just stood and waited, holding their collective breath. Bobbi went to school with us, but was 2 years behind, so neither Donna nor Lacey really knew her too well. "You know Lacey and I use to have sex in school, and she told Donna how big my dick is. Well, Lacey said Donna had been dieing to find out for herself since we were juniors. She said that we could try a threesome if I was willing. I know it was stupid, I know I shouldn't have even considered it. Please Bobbi, please put the gun down so we can all go home and forget about this."

Bobbi laughed. "No. No, I don't think so." She started walking toward us, the pistol held steadily out in front of her. "You two," she indicated Lacey and Donna "strip and lay over those swings." Having no other choice the girls did as directed. "You, you asshole, go see if this bitch has anything to tie them up with in her car." I went and returned with a small flashlight, having found it, but nothing else of use in the Jeep. Bobbi snorted again. "Well then ladies, you best not move or I will shoot all three of you." She took the silence as consent. Bobbi took the flashlight from me, had me strip and go stand in front of Donna and Lacey while she covered us with the pistol from behind the girls. She spotlighted my cock with the flashlight and said, "There it is Donna, and the bastard is too scared to even get it up!" She laughed. "Put you dick in her mouth!" Donna didn't seem at all scared as she licked her lips readying herself for my dick. I was hard in moments. Donna was an excellent cocksucker. "Fuck her mouth with it!" I complied. Donna flat out impressed me as she put her hands on my ass and started pulling me in. My cock at full mast is eight inches long and 6 inches in girth. Here I was fucking her mouth like a pussy! "A natural red!" Bobbi had moved the light to view Donna's ass and pussy, she laughed. "Come here Tony, I have a little surprise for you." Reluctantly I pulled my cock from Donna's mouth and moved behind her. Lacey was still bent over the swing next to us, watching and waiting to see how we were going to get out of this one.

"Fuck her ass." She was pointing the gun at Donna. At these words, Donna tensed but did not get out of the swing. I reached for my pants. "What are you doing?" Bobbi asked with the muzzle now pointing at me. "Getting a condom and some lube!"

"Oh no you're not, just stick it in there you want it so much." Donna tensed further as I placed the head of my cock to her anus. I whispered to her, trying to get her to relax, and without Bobbi seeing, I was able to at least drop some spit into the crack of Donna's ass before I started pushing in. How long it took I have no idea, but her sphincter finally "popped" and let my head slide in. Bobbi was losing patience, "Hurry up already!" With that she placed the flat of her foot on my ass and pushed. The force of the push made Donna and the swing move forward as well as I, and with the backward swing and the added weight of Donna upon it, my cock went right to the base in her ass. Donna screamed so loud that her voice echoed in the still night air. It was a damn good thing that the town was too small to have its own police force, and too tame to keep anyone's interest past 10 pm. I was in heaven now stroking my cock into Donna's ass with as gentle and slow strokes as I could manage. Donna for her part was managing well, she kept grunting and breathing rapidly. A moment later my attention was diverted to the left where Lacey still lay naked over the swing. She watched Bobbi move behind her, and then looked at me, curiosity and fear were etched across what I could see of her face. "Just keep fucking her ass, and don't worry about me." 

I watched in total amazement, my cock still pumping in and out of Donna's full, tight ass, while Bobbi pushed two fingers inside of Lacey's pussy, then brought them to her asshole. I couldn't see the expression on Bobbi's face, but Lacey held her breath, her eyes closed, while two fingers were pushed past her sphincter. Bobbi had left the flashlight on the ground, and each time she pushed her fingers into Lacey's ass, Lacey would swing forward enough, where the light from the flashlight shown, so that I could see my wife's fingers buried in her ass. I started grunting and soon shot a load into Donna's ass. "Fucking bastard." Bobbi said while still pushing her fingers in and out of Lacey's ass. "Just like a man to make a mess and not clean it up." Understanding what she was saying I reached for my shirt to wipe the sperm dribbling from Donna's ass. I turned to see the barrel of the gun pointing right at my forehead when Bobbi said, "With your tongue." I had left Donna's ass gaping pretty wide from the fucking she had just received, and consequently could slide my tongue pretty far inside. I had never done this before as Bobbi wouldn't allow anything near her ass, but I found that I rather enjoyed it and soon Donna was moaning her orgasm to the rhythm of my tongue in her ass and her finger on her clit.

"Now it is her turn!" Bobbi said as she pulled her fingers from Lacey's asshole with an audible "pop". My cock was already hard from tonguing Donna's ass, and since Bobbi had loosened her up a bit, I had no trouble sliding into Lacey's ass. A minute later, I saw, again to my amazement, that Bobbi now had at least two fingers in Donna's ass, pumping away!

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" It was Mike, Donna's husband. Where he came from I don't know, but when he yelled I jumped up and my cock came out of Lacey's ass. Mike had the gun. I hadn't noticed that when Bobbi went to finger Donna's ass she was using her other hand to rub Donna's clit.

Mike took a couple of seconds to assess the situation, then started to undress, all the while holding the gun on the four of us. He stood before us now completely naked and since dawn was fast approaching I could see everything a lot clearer. His dick was hard, and at that, couldn't have been more than four or five inches long and considerably skinnier than mine. "I don't know about her," he indicated Lacey, "But she likes it real hard and fast in the ass. DO IT!" Bobbi looked up at me nonchalantly from her knees, moved back, grabbed my dick, aimed it at Donna's ass and shoved me forward. Donna screamed again. I started pumping hard and fast. Soon I had a rhythm using the natural motion of the swing Donna lay upon and was slamming into Donna's ass so hard that I was sure my pelvis would bruise. "You get your pants off and get over that swing, you get under her." Mike pointed to Bobbi first then to Lacey. Donna screamed with an intense orgasm and her sphincter pulsed up and down my cock as I stoked in and out. I sprayed the inside of her bowels with what felt like a gallon of sperm from the sucking sensation her quivering anus was giving me.

"Now, the both of you get over here and watch, don't move or I put a slug in the back of your wife's head Tony." I hadn't met this guy before the reunion and he looked pretty serious so I stayed put, my anger rising. "Since your husband fucked my wife in the ass, I am going to fuck your ass bitch!" 

Bobbi looked up at me with a distinct lack of fear in her eyes. "Lacey, lick her pussy, Bobbi, get your ass ready, and you come here." He pointed the gun at me. He made me stand behind Bobbi and watch. Bobbi licked her fingers, reached behind her, spread her ass cheeks wide and began to run a finger around and around her tight virginal anus. With my anger near fever pitch my cock betrayed me and began to grow again as I watched Lacey's tongue flicker over Bobbi's clit as her own finger pushed into her asshole. She added a second then third and pushed past the second knuckle. "Enough bitch, you go and watch her face." Mike ordered. He knelt down, told Lacey to keep licking no matter what and in one motion pushed his little dick all the way into Bobbi's ass. He grabbed her hips to keep her from getting away. My anger was about to blow when the whole gravity of the situation dawned upon me. Donna set next to me calm as can be watching her husband impale my wife's virgin ass onto his dick. Bobbi had straightened her legs, pushing to get away from the dick in her ass, but only managed to move the swing a foot or so farther up its arcing path. Mike had a firm grip on her hips, gun resting on her left hip, his dick still lodged firmly in my wife's ass, as he shuffled his feet forward to ensure he stayed in. Lacey curled her back in order to keep her tongue in contact with Bobbi's pussy, and now was obviously sucking her clit for all she was worth. Bobbi stared me dead in the eye, holding her breath for what seemed an eternity, the sun breaking the horizon, and then exhaled slowly. She began to shake violently as the familiar sounds of her imminent orgasm rose from her throat. Gasping, and moaning she bucked onto Mike's cock as he shot his seed into my wife. 

He dropped the gun, and as I made to grab for it, Lacey pulled it up and aimed it at my chest. I was shocked, confused, betrayed, angry ... you name it, whatever it was I was feeling it. She forced the rest of us to get dressed at gunpoint and made us load into her Jeep. Donna was driving; Mike, Bobbi, and I were in the back seat, Lacey in the passenger seat so she could keep the gun on all of us. We returned to Bobbi and my house. After getting everyone inside unobserved by the neighbors, Lacey made me sit at the kitchen table then handed the gun to Bobbi.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked looking at Bobbi. The coffee was already hot, Bobbi must have set it before going to bed, odd since she doesn't drink coffee, and Donna set a cup before me. She showed me the gun was not loaded.

Bobbi started to explain how she was ready to try anal, but just couldn't bear the thought of my large cock "ripping her to pieces". So she tracked down Lacey since she knew my cock size from school. The whole forced sex/rape thing had been a well- devised plan from Lacey. Her and Lacey couldn't resist the urge to have some fun with me. She introduced Donna and Mike to Bobbi and they had met a week prior to the reunion to finalize the plan. They all deserved an academy award. Bobbi knew I would love to see her with another woman and when she suggested it to Lacey, Lacey jumped at the chance. Most importantly, since I couldn't be the first to fuck Bobbi's ass, because of my size, she wanted me to share the experience with her and also lose my anal virginity. It turned out that Lacey too lost her anal virginity that night, having an affinity for large cocks. And Donna had only had Mike's cock in her ass. She was craving a larger cock. So everyone seemed to get what he or she wanted.

"Now honey, I am a little sore, Mike was supposed to be gentle," she looked over at Mike sipping his coffee, who just grinned, "but I think I am ready for you to try and put that monster cock of yours up my ass." 

We elected to all shower first and since Bobbi had not gotten to return the favor of licking Lacey's pussy we would try a threesome. Lacey, Bobbi and I had worked ourselves around so that Lacey was on her back in a 69 with Bobbi bent over her and my cock sliding slowly in and out of her ass. I guess the muffled cry of Bobbi gasping into Lacey's pussy was too much for Donna. Mike was way back in the kitchen fixing breakfast and Donna came in, straddled Bobbi's back and pushed her ass into my face. 

She was slamming three fingers into her pussy while I tongue-fucked her ass. It was my third nut in the evening and I thought my insides where coming out. It was powerful. The pile of women in front of me nearly toppled when I came, pushing all the way into my wife's well-fucked ass. I guess I passed out. The next thing I remember was seeing the girls in a daisy chain. It must have been the screams and grunts from their simultaneous orgasms that brought me back to my senses.

Breakfast was great! And although we can't always get all of us together, we enjoy a weekend gathering from time to time with however many can make it. By the way, Lacey is now married and it was fun to fill all three of the ladies holes in succession on our last gathering.

Class Reunion



Our family was together one summer weekend for a BBQ. My wife, and Fraternal twin sisters Carmen and Theresa (who we lovingly call T) were seated at the kitchen table when I walked in. They were discussing their upcoming high school reunion and how excited they were about attending. They remarked about seeing old boyfriends and rivals and how they would look.

Carmen is Married to Bill her college boyfriend, she is 38 and is still quite attractive, she has two teenaged kids and is a full figured girl. Having kids did nothing but enhance the size of her tits that were at Least a 36DD. She has a well-rounded ass and curvy hips. 

Theresa my other sister has a more slender build. Being a runner since High school has given her strong muscular legs, which taper up to an ass perfect in size and shape. T's breasts although smaller than Carmen's were perkier and defined.

The discussion continued on about the reunion and whether they would attend or not. Carmen said she was going for sure, and was trying to convince T go. T was recently divorced for the third time, being the more career driven of the two. T said she wanted to go but was not sure about bringing her ex-husband and didn't want to go solo. That's when Carmen and my wife got the great idea of me taking my sister.

"Yeah honey," my wife said, "why don't you take your sister."

"I'm sure my sister doesn't want me as a date," I replied.

"Oh yes I would little brother, oh! Would you go with me? Asked Theresa. Standing up to hug me.

"Well yeah, of course, if you don't mind, I sure don't, "it sounds like fun."

"Great," Theresa said, "it's settled then, you're going with me and thank you so much," she said to my wife "for letting me borrow your husband."

My sisters and wife continued on about the upcoming event, and I headed Back outside for another beer.

Reunion night came quickly, all agreed to meet at my House being that it was centrally located to all and the closest distance to the hotel, which was still another 45 minutes away.

My wife and I were downstairs waiting when T arrived. Opening the door a knockout brunette in a clingy black floor length dress greeted me, the slit in the side went from the floor to her hip and the neckline plunged Invitingly in the front allowing ample view of her uplifted cleavage. 

"How do I look?" asked my sister doing a slow spin for my wife and I. My eyes riveting themselves on her ass as she turned.

"Gorgeous, Sexy, Hot," commented my wife," If you weren't his sister I think I would change my mind about letting him go."

"Honey, what do you think about your sister" she asked turning towards me. Noticing that my eyes were transfixed on Theresa's ass. My wife replied 

"I think pervert approves," she said laughingly. 

My wife knew my sisters and I was close and had remained even after they had gotten married. We shared every aspect of our lives growing up, from childhood nightmares to sexual adventures. I had even told my wife about my teenage crush on them both and how I had often masturbated thinking about seeing them naked. My wife said it was perfectly normal and said that she too had thought the same way about her older brother.

"Yeah T, I finally blurted out, you look great." "You're going to have All the married men in trouble with their wives tonight and the divorced men at your heels."

"Not tonight" she said, "It's just you and me."

"Ok enough already you two," chimed my wife, "Carmen and Bill are pulling up." 

Carmen always the late one came running in thru the door.

"Sorry we're late" she said, "You know us."

Carmen greeted my wife and sister with kisses and hugs and then bounced her way over to me, and yes I do mean bounced. Her dress was so low cut in front that I saw T's and my wife's eyes lock on me instantly, checking to see where my eyes would go. Being a red blooded American male with hormones my eyes darted deep into the valley between her glandulous tits.

"See" my wife said, "He says he's not a tit man, but look where his eyes go when Carmen's around."

This brought out a chuckle from everyone including bill that was now Standing in the doorway.

"Whatever," I said in my defense, "You can't help but look there, gees! I hope you didn't pay much for this dress, because there's not much to it?"

"Well" said Carmen "if you don't like it don't look, my honey does."

She walked over to Bill taking one of his hands and placed it on her tit. Hefting it up and down bill gave it a gentle squeeze as we watched, this brought out another round of laughter from all. 

Saying our goodnights to my wife we piled into my SUV and headed for the Reunion.

We had a lot of alcohol during cocktail hour, trying to ease the tension of seeing old friends and make the conversation flow easier. One friend of both my sisters was Beth, a knockout blonde cheerleader who still looked quite fit and trim. Carmen and Beth made there way over to where Bill and I were talking.

"Bill honey," said Carmen," This is my friend Beth from high school" after exchanging Hello's, Carmen then turned to me, "Beth you remember my little brother John." 

"Yes I do," Beth replied "but he sure doesn't look little anymore" she Added, laughingly extending her hand for me to shake.

"How are you Beth," I said taking her soft warm hand in mine, "you look As beautiful as I remember you."

"Why thank you, you charmer she said. "Are you sitting at my table?"

Luck have it that we were and we all sat down to dinner. During dinner Beth and T exchanged that they were both recently divorced and that neither had kids. 

T made a remark to me during dinner that her old friends were talking about me, how I had grown into a nice looking man. She said they told her if they had known that I was going to look this good they would never have ignored me as much as they did. 

Beth, T and I struck up a good conversation during dinner. Beth mentioned several times to T what a shame it was that I was married, and if I ever tired of my wife she would be willing to take me,

To which T replied "yeah! Me to, too bad he's my brother." 

The music started playing shortly after dinner and Beth asked T if she would mind me dancing with her. My sister said that it would be all right as long as I didn't forget whose date I was. Beth and I had danced several songs when a slow song came on, Beth quickly clamped her hand to mine and placed the other around my waist. We moved together in a tight embrace Beth suggestively grinding her pelvis against my crotch. My cock began to pulsate and grow with each passing moment. Just then there was a tap on my shoulder.

"Can I cut in?" asked T. 

Beth looked at me as if to say no, but stepped aside anyway. T moved into my waiting arms as I watched Beth's ass as she walked back towards the Table.

"You weren't being a bad boy were you?" asked T inquisitively.

"No, of course not," I replied "Just a friendly dance."

"Oh really," said Theresa pulling me against her tighter, "then what's this" She said, allowing her hand to brush against the tip of my still hard penis.

"That me dear" I said "is called alcohol arousal, you give a guy a few drinks put a hot babe in his arms and boom! Instant arousal."

"So your off with Beth and forget about poor me! Your date" she said pouting her lips at me.

"First of all, I'm not going off with anyone except you and second your the only one for me tonight ok! Beth doesn't even hold a candle to you!"

"Good" she said, "because Beth told some of the other women here that she was taking you back to her room later." That was news to me, because I had no intentions of cheating on my wife with a woman I had a crush on years ago.

Well the night progressed with several bottles of wine and several shots of Tequila drank. T ran interference with Beth all night allowing her to Occasionally guilt me into dancing with her before Carmen or her would come and cut in. By 1 am we were all pretty shit faced and feeling no pain. Beth left me with another incredible boner before giving up and leaving to her room with some other lucky guy. 

We all agreed that we were in no condition to drive the distance home and Decided to get rooms. Carmen and T agreed that it would be more cost Effective if T and I shared a room, since we would only be sleeping there a few hours till the buzz wore off. We made the proper arrangements and I made the call to my wife letting her know that I would be home in the morning. She made sure to talk to T to find out whom I was rooming with.

We staggered up to our rooms and found that they were adjoining rooms with Queen sized beds. Carmen and bill were feeling a little horny and quickly said goodnight and went to their room. 

"I'll take the chair ok T" I said trying to sound gallant.

"Don't be silly, we can both sleep on the bed as long as you don't hog the Blankets," "I'm sure you would like to be in a different room right now anyway." 

"No, that's ok" I said, "I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be." 

I made my way to the restroom and closed the door. Taking a leak I noticed my cock was still in a semi erect state. I began contemplating jacking off so that I wouldn't wake up with blue balls as well as a hang over in the morning. I decided against it figuring T would wonder what was taking me so long. 

I emerged the restroom in my boxers, my still engorged penis swinging Thickly between my legs. The room was dark except for the moonlight shining through the window. Looking towards the bed I could make out the silhouette of T's body beneath the blankets. I figured she was so drunk that she had probably passed out still wearing her dress. I made my way the short distance to the bed feeling my way in the darkness. It was then that I felt the material of T's dress, which was lying on the chair. 

I climbed in under the blankets staying as close to the edge of the bed as Possible trying not to disturb T as she slept.

I placed my head on the pillow and that's when T spoke. 

"You're such a wonderful brother, I love you so much for coming to this Thing with me tonight," She said leaning over and giving me a kiss full on The mouth. In her drunken state the kiss lasted longer than I expected which caused my dick to jump under the blanket.

"Anytime sis, I love you too! I replied. Theresa lay back down and turned Her back towards me muttering something about being exhausted and needing sleep right away. I hoped she hadn't seen the tent my cock was making Under the blanket. I lay back and within minutes I was out.

I had been asleep for a good hour when I heard moaning sounds coming from the room Bill and Carmen where in. The sound was so loud and clear that It sounded like they were in the same room with us. I looked over towards T who appeared to still be asleep, although I didn't know how. 

The blanket were down around T's stomach by now and in the moonlight I could see T's chest rise and fall with each breath covered in only the lacy black bra she wore. I inched closer to get a better look at the tits that had caused many jets of cum to shoot from my cock as a youth. 

It was then that I heard Carmen talking to my brother.

"Oh God yes, yes bill right there finger me right there."

Oh jeez, I thought to myself I don't need to listen to this, I'm going to get a total hard-on. But I couldn't help it they were making so much noise, Carmen squealing and bill grunting, "

"I'm going to fuck your pussy real good come on get it wet, play with your clit you little slut, no one but me is going to fuck this pussy so good." 

She moaned back at him "yeah you are going to fuck it but first you have to get me nice and wet." 

I forgot for a second what I was about to do and laid back, placing the Pillow over my head, my dick now rising quickly, throbbing and aching from the grinding Beth gave me downstairs at the dance and now this. 

I felt T adjust herself on the bed and thought how embarrassing it would be to listen to Carmen getting fucked with her awake, but also how erotic. T just turned her back to me and pressed her ass a little closer Brushing my hand with her ass cheek. It felt warm and soft, knowing it was wrong but feeling horny I rubbed the back of my hand against it. Man was she out cold she didn't even move. Feeling braver and desperately wanting to touch more of T's beautiful ass I turned over facing her direction. 

Slowly reaching my hand under the blanket to the back of her ass. I pretended to be touching her in my sleep. My fingers traced the outline of the g-string as it sank between the folds of her cheeks. No response and feeling bolder I extended my hand to cup one cheek gently squeezing it in my palm. Openly groping T's ass now I moved my hand from cheek to cheek confirming my thoughts about its firmness. 

My hard on was raging at this point standing straight out between my legs. I was feeling its round smoothness when T suddenly moved closer to me bringing her ass cheeks in direct contact with the tip of my protruding pecker. Squirming her ass directly against my bulbous head caused my cock to spasm to which she pushed back a little harder. Was she awake I began to wonder, does she know what she is doing to me? I moved my hand up to her waist and rested it there for a second. Again she pushed back against my dick, which was now firmly nuzzled between her tight buns. 

Reaching down I undid the button to the front of my shorts and let my cock spring forth. Nestling itself quickly back between the creases of her ass. I felt some pre come oozing out of the tip of my cock lubing my sisters ass quite nicely. Allowing my cockhead to slide back and forth against her tightly clenched bottom. 

What came next surprised me even more. T reached down taking my hand from her hip and holding it brought it to her bosom. I looked over to see if she was awake. T had a beautiful smile on her face but still had her eyes closed. I wondered if she was dreaming of her husband or one of the guys she had danced with earlier tonight. I figured if she was really asleep she would never remember what I did to her and if she was awake she knew what was going on.

Fuck it I thought, go for broke. Carmen and Bill are fucking in the other Room and I have to hear it. I passed on the chance to screw Beth and here I was in bed with this hot woman who just happens to be my sister.

I started to squeeze her breast through her bra, and play with her nipple, This brought small moans from her mouth and much squirming of her ass against my dick. I got daring and slid my hand up under her bra. Gently kneading her small orb in my hand and flicking and pinching the nipple. This produced even better results than expected, T began to buck her hips back and forth. I could feel a warm wetness start to flow onto my dick from were it was wedged between her ass like a hot dog in a bun.

I was way over the point that I cared that this was my sister and it was Wrong or that she might wake up and start screaming. I grabbed her tightly Against my body and started pumping my dick against her, dry humping her like some dog in heat. I could feel the wetness between our bodies drip down her ass cheeks. Knowing her pussy was getting wet I lowered myself Into a better spoon position to see if I could get a better angle to slip it into her pussy. Pulling her g-string to the side I thrust forward a little and felt the outer lips of her pussy giving me just a little resistance. I pushed a little more and felt her rose petals start to Give way to the pressure of my cock. 

My head was spinning, the excitement of the moment coupled with the alcohol didn't allow me to think of what would happen if she awoke with me trying to penetrate her. All that changed in a few short seconds when She thrust her ass back; my cock slid in and was buried about 3 inches.

"You bad boy are you taking advantage of me" T said in a low moan. 

"I, I didn't know what I was doing T, I'm sorry, it's just that I'm so horny.

She looked back at me with that beautiful face and said "yeah sure." 

"Actually little brother" she said softly "I've been awake for as long as you have, I've been laying here listening to Bill and Carmen and getting hornier by the minute, I was trying to figure out a way to play with myself when you Woke up."

"So your not mad at me, for doing this."

"No, just as long as you forget we ever did this we can continue."

"Forgotten" I replied quickly.

"Can we get a little more comfortable though?" T asked.

She moved my hand from her tit, pulled herself off my cock and sat up. Reaching back to unhook her bra she teasingly let it slip down off her shoulders. Exposing her breasts to me for the first time since we were children. They were bigger than I had initially thought and they hung down ever so slightly, her nipples hardened in the cool air like small Eraser tips framed by creamy brown areolas the size of quarters.

"You want to suck these," she asked invitingly

I didn't say anything, I just lowered myself to one of her tits and took the nipple into my mouth. She laid back on the bed as I sucked and flicked her Tit with my tongue. I felt her moving under the blankets and shortly she lifted her hips and produced from under the blanket her g-string tossing it over to the chair where her other clothes lay. 

I gasped as I felt her grasp my cock in her warm hand gently taking the Already primed and lubed meat and begin to work it up and down, she tried Desperately to pull my shorts off but couldn't 

"Can you take these off" she said tugging at my shorts,

"Off course" I said reaching down and removing my shorts, my cock waving back and forth in moonlight, "Anything else"

"Not just yet handsome, give me a minute."

"God this is so beautiful" she remarked as she stroked the shaft and rolled her thumb over the head. 

"You're so hard" she said "let me taste it in my mouth," with that she moved to the middle of the bed. My cock inches away from her face she started kissing the purple-mushroomed tip of my prick her mouth soft and wet. I watched as she flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth, licking the length of the shaft. Slowly moving down making loud sucking noises as she took my balls into her mouth one at time. 

"Oh yes! Oh yeah baby that feels good, take my cock in your mouth, suck it for me," I hissed between breaths.

Her ass was out of the blanket and I could see glistening beads of wetness Running down her legs. Reaching my hand out I started caressing and squeezing her ass cheeks, running my fingers up and down from her anus to her pussy, teasingly inserting a finger into her hole occasionally caused her to take a breath and stop Sucking. Mind you I love good head but I love to fuck even more and right now I really wanted to fuck.

"Bring your pussy over here" I said pulling at her hair. 

Bringing her face to mine we exchanged a long passionate kiss, the heat and excitement of our actions uncontrollable. 

"Straddle my face," I said, "I want to eat your pussy."

"Oh your so nasty little brother" she said as she placed her knees on each Side of my face, and lowered herself over my mouth. Her pussy hovering over my mouth I moved my hands up underneath her ass cheeks and spread her pink pussy lips apart, her musky feminine fragrance caused my cock to thrust upward. I started by licking the length of her well-trimmed cunny hole back and forth before sucking on her outer lips taking each into my mouth one at a time. Once this brought out the desired moans from T's throat I began inserting my thick tongue deep into her tunnel, working it in and out like a small dick. T was bucking and grinding down on my face and was getting quite vocal. 

"Oh yes Johnny, lick my clit, shove your tongue in my pussy, oh yes, right There, Oh god yes, small shudders escaped her minutes later and I was treated to a mouthful of cumm juice as her legs clamped down on my head.




Class Reunion



The invitation for my 10 year high school reunion was stuck to the fridge and I felt it mocking me each time I saw it there. Just divorced after a horrid two year marriage the last thing I wanted to do was go to a reunion to talk to people I didn't give a shit about 10 years ago and cared even less for now. Plus how do you answer the inevitable questions of "Are you married? Kids? What are you doing?" when the answers are "Thank God not anymore, I hope to hell not, and trying to get back on my feet." Sure I could answer them honestly but where's the fun in that? And that's when the idea of making up a new life for myself came about. Spy? Unbelievable. Movie critic? Don't have the money to go to the movies. Internet millionaire? Hmmm....I went to the reunion.

"John, you look good, what are you up to?" asked a girl that I didn't remember and whose name tag didn't help.

"I'm between things right now. I just sold my company so I'm taking some time off," I told her.

"Sold your company?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was a software company and Yahoo bought us out." I responded with my rehearsed lie. 

"Wow. Really? Wow!" she responded before quickly walking away and whispering to others.

But the story really spread quickly after talking with Mark, the biggest gossip at school and, obviously, still the same after 10 years. There were a few questions and lots of attention. Most of the attention coming from some of my female classmates which, since ours was a rather pretentious school, came as no surprise. The evening was winding down and I was on the phone calling cabs for most of my classmates who were past the point where they could even remember what their cars looked like.As the cabs pulled up Sarah, whose husband was one of the drunks and someone else I barely remembered, poured people into them and made sure the driver had the person's address. Sarah and I were the last two and, since her husband had left, I offered to give her a ride back to her hotel since she had mentioned also arriving by cab.

"I'm not ready to go back yet," she said as we got in my car and as she placed her hand on my leg.

"My place then?" I suggested. 

"I've never done this before you know," Sarah said during the ride.

"Done what?" I asked.

"Cheated. On my husband," she finally replied, "And I'm not sure what's going to happen. Okay?"

"You're in charge." I responded.

I lived out in "the country" which, for my medium-sized city, meant I had a small two bedroom house that sat on about 3 acres of wooded land. It was just outside of town and very quiet and, at night, allowed me to see an innumerable amount of stars. Pulling into the drive Sarah was out of the car quickly and started taking off her clothes. 

"I love it out here. There's no one around. I can be free." Sarah said as her bra and panties were flung aside into the grass. 

Sitting on the front porch unselfconsciously nude Sarah asked me to join her and she started opening up about her life since high school eight years ago, her marriage to a man who hardly knew her, to her dissatisfaction with her job. She talked herself hoarse and then she leaned over and kissed me. It was a tentative kiss as if she needed to test the waters of adultery before diving into the pool. Taking my arm Sarah placed my hand on her breast and then she guided my hand between her legs. 

My mouth never left hers as I slowly explored between her legs. Slipping a finger and then two inside her Sarah moaned into my mouth as I quickly brought her to her first orgasm. 

"It's been a long time since I've had one of those," Sarah commented as she pulled away from me. 

Standing up she pulled me off the porch and to her as she began to remove my clothes. Once nude she grabbed my hard cock and, going to her knees, she slipped her mouth around it and proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had. She knew exactly the pressure to exert and it didn't take long before I too came in her mouth. Swallowing my hot cum she laid in the grass and opened her legs to me.

Trailing kisses down her raised knees, past Sarah's thighs, I slipped my tongue inside her wet cunt and then out to her clit where I was able to show off my skills at oral sex. Sarah came again squeezing my head between her thighs but I didn't want to stop just yet. Grabbing Sarah's hips I brought her throbbing cunt to my mouth again and held on tight as she pleaded for me to stop but I had no desire to do so as I again sucked her throbbing clit and brought her to a screaming orgasm. 

We lay there for a bit in the damp grass saying nothing as Sarah recovered. Glancing over at Sarah I saw tears sliding down her face. 

"I'm not crying about what we've done. About what I want to do more of. I'm crying for what I've missed. I've been married eight years now and, before tonight, I can count on one hand the number of times I've had an orgasm not self-induced. Now I want another," she said.

Rolling over to me she straddled me and quickly lowered herself down the length of my hard cock. Reaching up I cupped her breasts as she moved up and down my length finding a rhythm she liked. Moving faster on me I grabbed Sarah's breasts tighter pinching and pulling her nipples as she came again. She stayed on top of me not moving and not letting me cum as she recovered. 

"I'd like to try something," she whispered, "anal sex."

"I think you've got me plenty wet if you want to try," I told her.

"I can't convince my husband to do it. What do you think is the best way," she asked.

"Get on your hands and knees," I commanded.

Doing as I told her I got in behind Sarah and, taking my hard and very wet cock in my hand, I very slowly pushed the large head of my cock in her ass. 

"Stop, stop, stop," she said and so I stayed positioned there letting her get used to the feel. 

"Okay," she said after a short time and the head of my cock popped fully into her ass. Her silence was my cue to continue and I pushed deeper still and deeper until I was buried all the way inside her ass. 

"Oh God this feels...I don't know. Amazing. And weird. And hurts. And feels good," she said as I started slowly pumping away. 

I was careful at first making slow movements but, as she adjusted to being filled this way, I started moving faster. 

"Harder. Fuck my ass harder. Grab my hair. Spank me," she pleaded. 

Smacking her ass hard a few times I then grabbed a handful of Sarah's long brown hair and used it to pull her back hard onto my cock. My orgasm came quickly then as I pumped hard and Sarah and my moans filled the air as I filled her ass with my hot cum. 

We laid in the grass together after. Both of us spent but not wanting it to end though we both knew she had to get back. I helped Sarah dress and then put on my clothes and drove her back to her hotel. 

"Will he notice you were gone do you think?" I asked.

"My husband? You saw how drunk he was. He's passed out in bed right now I can promise you," she said before adding, "I hope we don't have to wait for the next reunion to do this again." And then she slipped me a business card on which she'd written her cell number.

"I hope not too," I replied as we pulled into the hotel parking lot. Sarah said nothing as she kissed me, got out of the car, and made her way into the hotel.



Class Reunion



"OH god that was wonderful" she said as she regained her composure, "You have anything else for me."

"OH yeah, I said as I grabbed my cock in hand and waved it at her "I have This for you, if you want it."

"I want it only if you'll give it to me good." She replied.

In the heat of our excitement we had completely forgotten the action that was going in the other room and that we weren't exactly being quite.

T slid down over my chest and stomach and was positioned directly over my skyward pointing member. I could see the hesitancy on T's face as she positioned her pussy over my prick.

"You sure you want to do this," she asked.

"More than anything else in the world right now," I replied, "How bout you."

"I do, I just don't want this to change anything between us."

"We won't let it ok!" I reassured her "I love you."

"OK" she said 

Lowering herself slowly my cockhead came in contact with her pussy lips For the first time and again she hesitated.

"Don't hurt me with this thing," she said grasping my cock and easing it Gently inside her. 

Lovingly I watched as my nine-inch cock disappeared up inside her pussy. 

"OH my god Johnny" she said "I'm completely stretched out and your dick isn't all the way in yet." "Take your time, I said breathlessly, "whenever you're ready"

"OH, I'm ready alright, I'm ready for a good fuck." 

Gripping her ass in my hands I began lifting her up and down on my cock. Immersed in delight as I watched my cock appear only to disappear again Between her legs. Soon we were pumping faster and more furious against each Other, our fluids combined oozing down over my hips and between the creases of My ass, loud slapping noises echoing in the room as our bodies came together. The pleasure was exhilarating beyond belief and I was amazed at how the alcohol was allowing me to last. 

She came once more clenching her legs closed around my waist. I waited for it to subside before moving her off of me.

"I want to fuck you doggy style," I said taking her and moving her around in front of me.

"After that, big boy anything you want is ok with me," she said bending over at the waist and providing me access to that glorious firm ass.

"You ready," I said as I positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt.

"Whenever you are."

I thrust into her deeply, my balls slapping between her Legs. Pistoning my cock in and out of her ass T again began to moan loudly

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Yes that feels good; fuck my pussy hard Johnny, oh please fuck it hard! Not wanting to disappoint her I grabbed her hips and slammed hard into her. 

"So that's what big sister likes huh! Getting fucked hard." I asked, "Is that why you can't stay married, your husbands can't fuck you hard enough."

"Oh yeah! Yeah! That's it but you are." 

It was then that the realization hit me that if we could hear Carmen and Bill, they surely had to be hearing us and wondering what the hell was going on in here. 

I wondered this just as my balls started contracting getting ready to Release my load, I could tell T was ready also.

Pulling out T rolled over onto her back lying down.

"Hey" she said, "put it back in."

"You sure" I asked, 

"Yes I'm on the pill silly! Now put it back in.

Spreading her legs, I quickly climbed back between them and thrust my cock Deep into her just as a jet of hot jizz shot forth deep inside her. Her pussy milked me until I was dry and still it sucked hungrily at my cock.

"That was fantastic she said, as she closed her legs around my waist holding me firmly inside of her. We were lying that way when we were startled by the voice at the door say "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING."



Class Reunion



"Hey Steve. Isn't that Ms. Stevenson. Over there by the bar."

"Holy shit. It is, and she looks hot. She never dressed like that in our lit class."

"No but she still looked hot then. Let's go over."

The two college juniors made their way around the dance floor. They couldn't believe that there old lit teacher was at there favorite club. Nor could they believe what she was wearing. A red leather vest stretched across her 36d chest, and clung to her 27 inch waist where it met the red leather skirt that ended about mid thigh. her 5 foot 6 inch frame was made taller by the 4 inch red stiletto heels she wore. Her black hair fell loosely down to the middle of her back, and contrasted sharply with the alabaster white of her skin. For a woman in her thirties she sure looked hot they both thought.

As they approached their former teacher, she saw them first , and set her drink down to greet them. She smiled as she gave each a quick hug.

"Steve, Scott how are you? Class just isn't the same without your smart ass remarks."

"We're fine Ms. Stevenson. How about yourself." Steve answered for them both.

"I'm doing fine. It's Mrs. Clark now actually. I got married last summer. But I guess since you guys aren't students anymore you can call Me by my first name. So no more Ms. or Mrs. it's just Brooke. Okay."

"Sure thing. Brooke." Both answered in stereo.

As she talked to them she became of their eyes roaming over her barely covered body. Not that she could blame them, she knew she looked damn good. Plus she was checking them out as well. Mainly the way their clothes clung to their muscular bodies, and the growing bulges in the pants.

"You're married. Where's your husband?"

"He's out of town. I came with some friends. We were all dancing. But I got kinda warm so I cam to get a drink."

"Well come over and sit down. We got a table with some friends over in the by the door."

"all right Just let me go tell my friends." And with that she disappeared onto the dance floor. She was back in a few minutes. Getting a beer she followed them back to the table.

Steve made introductions with the five other guys at the table, as Scott got another chair for them.

As the night wore on the group talked, and drank.

Shortly before midnight Brooke's friends came to tell her they were leaving. As she was about to get up Steve offered to give a ride after close. She told her friends she see them on Monday at work. 

A few minutes later Steve asked her to dance and the two headed to the floor. They started about three feet apart, but by the end of the first song they were almost touching, and by the end of the second there bodies were tangled together. The third song was a slow number, and Brooke wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, and pressed her body against his. He reciprocated by wrapping his arms around her waist. She could feel the bulge between his legs grow against her stomach. She doesn't pull away, even though she's married the thought of having her old student getting hard for her makes her pussy wet. Her panties got wetter as they danced. hands soon found their way to her ass. Grabbing her ass he pulled her closer grinding his cock against her. Then the song ended. They separated, and headed back to the table both flush from their own heat.

As Brooke started to sit Scott took her hand leading her back to the dance floor. She didn't refuse but actually looked forward to dancing with him. She knew she shouldn't be having these thoughts especially since she had a husband, but she couldn't help but think about having her students doing nasty things to her, while she moaned and screamed. 'I have to put those thoughts out of my head.' she thought as Scott spun her and pulled her ass into his crotch. 'But god their cocks feel so huge' She ground her ass against him. Her pussy juice was now leaking through her panties and down her thighs. 

When they got back to the table there were two more guys she was introduced to. She was about to dance sit down when another hand took hers and led her back to the dance floor. Between then and closing time she never left the dance floor for more than a minute before she was led back to the dance floor by someone else. Even to two she hadn't talked to yet. Each dance getting nastier and nastier. By the last dance her skirt was pulled up to reveal the crotch of her panties, and her vest was unzipped below the swell of her breast. She had unzipped it to relief the pressure on her hard and swollen nipples. 

After that dance she excused herself to go to the bathroom. 

Five minutes later she approached the table where all nine young men were sitting talking. She sat down took a sip of her now warm beer. Lifting her other hand from her lap, she tossed her panties onto the table.

"You gentlemen need to take me to whoever's house is the closest and fuck me hard. You guys made my pussy this wet, and you're going to satisfy it."

"Your married. What about your husband?"

"He can fuck me when he gets home. Besides are you telling me that all that time in my class you never once thought about me on my knees sucking your cock and swallowing your cum? Or of shoving your young hard cock into my dripping pussy while I was bent over my desk, and shooting your cum inside me?"

"Well yeah but..."

"But nothing, I need hard dick and you're going to give it to me. The only butt tonight is going to be mine stretched around a cock. Now let's go."

With that Steve took her hand and led her to the door with eight other guys close behind. Brooke's panties left on the table on a stack of bill for the waitress' tip.

Steve and Scott's apartment was closest, so they all quickly drove their. On the way Steve and Scott sat in the back seat with their former teacher between them. Her hands wrapped around their cocks. As she stroked them, she would move between them sucking them, but not letting them cum. At the apartment she followed the men upstairs. Once inside she found the stereo and turned it to a rock station. Brooke quickly stripped her clothes off and got down on her knees.

"Someone go get a big glass bowl from the kitchen. The rest of you get naked my mouth needs a cock in it."

Less than a minute later all of them were naked and she had Steve's cock in her mouth, Scott's in her left hand, and a black cock (whose owner she didn't know) in her right. On the coffee table behind her was the bowl she asked for, and standing around the room were six other guys with hard cock's waiting their turn.

Her head was bobbing faster and faster on Steve's cock and soon her grabbed her head and shot her mouth full of hot sticky cum. Some dribbled out onto her chin, when he pulled his cock free. Quickly she turned and spit the load into the bowl, and took Scott's cock into her mouth. The empty hand was soon full of cock again.

She did the same with Scott's cock and cum. Turning to her right she encountered her first black cock. "I've never had a black cock before. I feel like a little slut. Have you ever had a little white slut on her knees in front of you sucking your cock? Right now I'm just going to suck on it till you cum, But later I want this thing stretching my pussy and ass. I want you guys to fuck me and make me scream so loud my husband hears me in the nest state."

With that she took the cock in her mouth and then into her throat. Shortly she worked her way through all nine cocks spitting each load into the bowl. While she sucked cock the guys were stroking their cocks, and added more loads to the bowl. When she finished with the last cock the cereal bowl was almost to the rim. 

she told the guys to sit down, and they formed a half circle around the coffee table where she sat. "You' guys want to see what being a complete cum whore is about? What being a slut is about? If I show you can you guys fuck me till I can barely walk or stand? Will you stretch my holes, and make me scream?"

"A chorus of 'YES' Raised from them. With that she took the bowl in both hands and raised it to her lips. Looking straight them she drank the mixture of their cum. When the bowl was empty she lick it clean then licked her lips. The young men in front of her cheered. She threw the bowl to the floor laid back on the table with her legs spread revealing her freshly shaved pussy.

"Scott you first, since Steve got my mouth first. Then the rest of you can have me."

Brooke wrapped her hand around the hard cock and guided it towards her sopping pussy. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you wanted to in high school. Make me scream like some cheap piece of trash."

Scott kneeled between her legs, and guided his cock into her pussy. Taking her ankles in his hands he pulled her legs into the air, and spread them as far as they would go. As he thrust into her he would yank her towards him, and them push her away as her pulled out.

"You like that Brooke. You like having his hard dick shoved into your pussy?"

"Oh god yes. Fuck my cheap cunt. I love having my married pussy filled by your hard young dick. I'm gonna cum fuck me fuck me unnh ahh ahh ahh ahh unnh yes fill me with your cum."

Scott pounded into her pussy her juices poured out of her cunt onto the coffee table. The strong contractions in her pussy set off Scott's orgasm. He slammed his dick hard into her causing her to scream into the night for him to fuck her like a filthy bitch. His cum filled her dripping hole. 

"Steve get over here and fill me now." She yell as Scott pulled out. "And you give me that cock to clean." 

Scott's cock slid into her mouth as his cum slid from her pussy around Steve's dick..

Steve fucked her cunt like a man possessed. Wet squishing noises filled the apartment as Brooke's pussy tried not to let go of the cock, but soon it had to as Steve added his load to her hole, and pulled out.

Before the next cock could be shoved inside her Brooke rolled onto her stomach, shoving her ass high into the air. Her juices and the cum of her lovers dripped down her thighs, some had already pooled on the table top. "Uh oh" she said, "Don't want that to go to waste." She lowered her head making a show of licking the table clean, and then her lips.

"Someone get underneath me. I wanna ride someone like a bronco."

A young man with a thick cock slid beneath her grabbing her hips, and slamming into her dripping cunt. 

"Oh yesssss. Oh yeah. Someone put one in my ass, but first let me lube it with my mouth."

A black cock was shoved into her mouth, and then into her throat. The ball sac bouncing off her chin. After fucking her face the young black man pulled his cock from her mouth with a plop, and moved behind her. 

"Put that thing up my ass. Make me your little white bitch. Ohhhh. Put it in deeper."

Her ass was soon full of black cock. The cock in her pussy pounded into her, and was soon accompanied by the cock in the ass. Both holes being stretched her screams became louder and louder. "Someone put a cock in my mouth." Her request was soon filled, and her screams were muffled.

For the nest few hours she was fucked in this position. As one man would cum another would fill the vacated hole. Cum was dripping from her three well used, and well stretched holes. Cum dripped from her chin onto her tits.

By first light all the men had used all her holes twice if not three times. Her body coated in sweat and cum.

Brooke lay face up on the table as they all stood around her jacking off. She thrust four fingers into herself, and was pinching and twisting her nipples while urging them on. "Oh yeah. You guys fucked me good. I'm gonna have cum dripping out of me for days. We're going to have to do this again soon. Maybe you could get more friends. Maybe some more of my old students. And just fuck me like some cheap whore."

One by one the men shot there loads onto her face, her tits and in her hair, until only Scott and Steve were left.

"You two." She said "get something special. Scott you lay down so I can straddle that beautiful cock. Then you get behind me, but your not going into my ass."

When Scott's dick was deep into her pussy Brooke reached behind her and guided Steve's cock to her already stretched and filled pussy. Slowly she took both cocks into her unbelievably stuffed cunt. "I saw this in a movie one time and have been dying to try it. Now you two fuck me. Abuse my nasty little cunt." And with that the two started to pound into her making her scream. She shoved herself onto the two cocks until she came and then held still while they fucked her, then started in impaling herself again. Almost half a hour later the two men cam inside her. Her cunt flooded with cum. 

She scooped the cum from her cunt and put it in her mouth. Then cleaned the cocks that just came from her pussy. She sucked all nine one more time swallowing their cum greedily. As she pulled on her clothes she noticed the video camera in the corner.

"How long has that been on?"

"Since you started stripping. I keep it ready all the time. I'm a videotographer." Scott answered.

"Just have a copy for me next weekend when I come over." She said, "And make sure you have a fresh tape, and some more friends."



Class Reunion



The familiar colors of Jody's high school decorated the outside of the envelope, and that's what caught her eye. As she walked back up the driveway towards her house, the statuesque brunette shoved the bills and junk mail under her arm and peeled open the envelope. Inside, she found a congratulatory letter that a major reunion was about to happen, and all of the alumni could vote on what they wanted to do. A list of choices accompanied the letter, and Jody sat down to ponder what she'd like to do. Some of the choices seemed silly, turning the reunion into a family vacation, but several of them had promise. After selecting a couple, she decided that a talk with her husband Graham would be the best thing, that way they could pick out next year's vacation idea at the same time. Besides, several of the choices would make great destinations, perhaps they'd be able to extend their stay beyond the reunion. Between the two of them, they chose the Cruise option and sent in the reply card.

They got their confirmation a few weeks later, and neither one of them could have been more happy. The alumni association had tallied the votes, and a Cruise holiday would be it. Jody and Graham had never been on a cruise before, and they were both looking forward to it. Several months before they could go however, they received quite a shock. After not feeling well for several days, Jody visited the doctor and discovered that she was pregnant! While the young couple was overjoyed at the news, they wondered if this would hinder their vacation plans. They thought about it for a few days, and Jody consulted her doctor. She reassured her, saying that as long as her pregnancy progressed without any major complications, and as long as Jody promised not to do anything overly strenuous, then the trip would be fine. Excited by the news, Jody hurried home and continued her planning.

The time before the cruise seemed to rush on by, and before they knew it, Jody and Graham were on their way. Ever since hearing about the reunion, the anticipation was building, mostly for Jody. She hadn't met Graham until later in life, and she wanted to see lots of old school friends again. Additionally, there was always the possibility that she might run into an old boyfriend or two, but neither one of them minded. They were happily married now, and even if they did run into someone who had a past with Jody, it was just that, a past. Besides, such an encounter might even be good for a few laughs. The only potential disappointment for Jody was that she wouldn't be able to show off the killer body she had painstakingly maintained through the years. While she would always have her height, keeping her body fit had always been a battle. 

Normally, she was quite successful at it, but in her condition she was giving in a bit. Jody's legs were as long and shapely as ever, but the tight buns that they'd always led up to wasn't quite as firm as it used to be. She wasn't huge, or fat by any stretch of the imagination, rather Jody was giving in to her pregnancy. That meant her belly was swollen as well, for she only had a few more months to go. While she bemoaned the slight increase behind her, there was nothing she could do about the changes her body was undergoing. On the plus side, Jody had never enjoyed having her breasts as full and heavy as they were. It allowed her to show off a little more cleavage, and she was sure that Graham was enjoying her changed body as well. In fact, she had jokingly suggested that she dye her hair a different color as well, so that he could really fantasize about cheating on her. That was a joke that they shared quite often, but neither one of them ever dreamed about straying from their marriage.

The cruise ship that they would be on was fairly new and very well appointed. Jody and Graham made their way to their cabin to drop off their luggage and change into something more comfortable. The reunion itself would officially start later that evening, when the ship was out at sea. Before that time, Jody had the good fortune to run into several of her friends, and they spent most of the afternoon together, lounging out by the pool and catching up on old times. As they lay out there, Jody thought she saw some of the guys she had gone to school with too, eyeing the girls up, just as they had back then. In a way, she was a little self conscious of her appearance, for her swimsuit was designed more for support than to be revealing. Additionally, one of her friends was still drop dead gorgeous and wearing a very revealing bikini. Jody had one on too, primarily to show off her newfound cleavage, but there was no hiding her swollen belly. Still, she thought (and hoped) that despite that, the rest of her body would still be worth checking out. Those thoughts were still occupying her mind that evening, as she and Graham showered and got dressed. Jody even went so far as to ask her husband if he still found her attractive, and the answer was a resounding 'yes'. In fact, his reaction to that question, and the pose she struck to show him what she had very nearly made them miss dinner. While there were whispered promises of relief for Graham's own 'condition' later, it was still rather difficult for him to finish zipping up his pants.

Like any other cruise, the dinner was wonderful and plentiful. Jody was able to reacquaint herself with several old friends, and they spend the majority of the evening laughing and giggling together as they once had. Graham stayed with her briefly, then like so many other spouses, he left his wife's side to circulate around the room and meet new people. Along the way, he struck up a casual conversation with a fellow named Jim at the bar. It was during the course of this little chat that the topic of who was with who came up, and Jim smiled when he heard Jody's name. 

He admitted to Graham that he was one of Jody's infamous ex-boyfriends, and they shared a laugh at that. Perhaps because of each man's status in Jody's life, they got along quite well, and it was clear to both that a friendship might be fast forming. In such company, Graham's evening progressed rapidly, and soon both men noticed that the crowd was thinning. They decided together that it would be a great opportunity for Jody to finally catch up with an ex, and they left the bar in search of her. Jim was quite anxious to see the girl he had once dated all grown up, and Graham was relieved that at least one of his wife's formers wasn't the scum bag that he had mentally made them all out to be.

Together the two men made their way back towards the table where Graham had last seen Jody. Sure he hadn't been by her side most of the night, but she had been reminiscing with her girlfriends, and he didn't want to intrude. After he had been sitting with her for awhile, she had told him to go mingle, wouldn't she be surprised now to see who he was with! The only trouble was, Jody wasn't there. In fact, none of the girls he had left her with were present, but Graham spied several handbags and things that looked vaguely familiar. While he and Jim were pondering what to do, and where to go next, one of Jody's friends came over and tapped Graham on the shoulder. "You're Graham, right? Jody's husband?" she asked.

"Yes, I am, and I'm looking for her. Do you know where she wandered off to?"

"I think she met up with another friend of hers, and they went outside so that she could get some air," was the helpful reply. With that, Jody's friend picked up her purse and disappeared into the crowd, but both Graham and Jim followed her sexy little ass as she wiggled away.

Both men kind of caught each other looking, and they shared a laugh. As they headed back outside in search of Jody, Jim explained that the girl that they had just spoken to had to have been one of the hottest lays in school. Her body certainly lent credence to that remark. Graham chuckled at the remark, somewhat relived that Jim didn't say Jody had been. After all, he didn't know just how far her relationship with the guy had gone, for when Jody mentioned who they might be running into he had only been paying casual attention to her. Because he had that thought in mind, Graham didn't notice the smile on Jim's face as he remembered the times he'd spent in Jody's company, and he even felt a slight twinge of jealousy directed at Graham, for he knew that guy got to enjoy Jody all the time. 

As soon as they stepped out onto the deck, Graham spotted his wife. She was a good way down the side of the ship, walking in company with someone he didn't recognize. Jim couldn't be sure who it was either, and they approached the couple from behind. Graham thought nothing of the mysterious stranger, and Jim's eyes were focused squarely on Jody's behind. While he thought she had let herself go a bit, he was still impressed at her lasting beauty. The dress she was in did end well above the knee, and those lovely legs were still quite appealing. She and her companion turned as her husband approached, and they smiled in greeting. 

While they were a bit startled to see that Graham had brought along someone else Jody knew, she was overjoyed to see him again too. After a few minutes of getting to know you chat, the foursome decided that they might all be more comfortable inside. Initially, they thought about camping out in one of the ship's lounges, but the idea of all that smoke didn't appeal to Jody. Jim's cabin was out, although it was nearby, his wife hadn't been feeling well, she had even skipped the dinner to lay down and get some rest. That had been the reason he had been unescorted that evening. Jody's companion, a man named Barry, who was also an old boyfriend was recently divorced, and traveling alone. They all decided to head to his cabin, but halfway there they all came to the realization that his quarters would be a tight squeeze. By default then, the four made their way back to Jody and Graham's room.

Even though many years had passed, it was a great time for Jody and her friends from long ago. Even Graham couldn't complain too much about spending time with her old boyfriends. Sure, he would rather be sitting and talking to some of the ladies who had maintained their girlish looks, but for the most part they were all involved. Besides, he was happily married to Jody, and would never dream of betraying her in that way. Jody was his wife now, and these guys knew it. Sharing a few laughs about good times shared wasn't going to hurt anything, and he liked the fact that these two still thought she was quite a catch. He certainly did. 

The night flew by as the conversation between them took on a life of it's own, wandering and weaving through the events of their lives. During this time, Graham discovered that these two guys indeed had shared some very intimate moments with his then future wife, but good sport that he was, he took it all in stride. It wasn't as if Jody had been a virgin when they had met after all, and there were quite a few young ladies in his own past as well. The turn the conversation had taken to get to this point had been a sharp one, and there was no going back. They all unknowingly let their friendly chat grow racier and racier, as only close friends can. If there was any sexual innuendo, or even flirtatious banter, no one seemed to mind. The proverbial genie was out of the bottle now, and what happened next was almost inevitable.

Jim mentioned to Barry the hot beauty that had given them directions on where to find him and Jody earlier, and that earned a contented smile from Barry. He knew the filly they were talking about, had known her well in fact. Jody wasn't oblivious to the fact that some of her friends had built up a bit of a reputation, and when she saw that Graham was following along, she knew someone had filled him in. At first, Barry jokingly said he should go seek her out, and find out if she was still up to her old tricks, bringing a laugh to all. Graham snickered too, wondering how any girl with that kind of reputation could have made it through school without turning up pregnant. 

That comment drew even more chuckles as Jim and Barry shared a look, then turned to Jody. She had a somewhat shocked expression on her face when she saw them looking at her, and now Graham quizzed her with a look as well. For a brief moment, she gauged where all of this talk had gone, and then she threw caution to the wind. "Actually, there is a way, and sweetie you know it's one I'm good at," she offered. Grins grew wider on her old friends' faces as Jody shot each of them a coy look before turning back to her husband. All of the hot talk that they had shared was really getting to her, and she thought she saw Graham smile and nod as she leaned over towards Jim and lowered her head towards his lap.

By mutual consent, neither Jody nor Graham had ever gone into any real detail about their past histories. Sure, they had shared cursory information on who they'd been intimate with, but Jody had always taken that to mean guys who'd actually fucked her. Therefore, she'd never mentioned guys like Jim or Barry before, at least not to her husband. Still, as she unzipped Jim's pants and reached inside for him, Graham had to know that it wasn't for the first time. 

Although his wife lay sleeping a few cabins away, Jim did nothing to stop Jody, instead letting himself lean back against the headrest as he felt those wonderful lips wrapping themselves around his cock for the first time in years. Jody slid down off her seat as she bobbed her head up and down in Jim's lap. Slowly, skillfully she crawled down onto the floor between his knees as she sucked, using the long slow strokes of her mouth that she'd perfected years before. Graham was the end beneficiary of all her experience at sucking cock, but as he would soon learn, it all started with Jim. Barry eyed Jody up eagerly as well, his cock swelled in is pants almost as rapidly as Jim's was in Jody's hot mouth. He too remembered the luxurious feel of the willowy brunette's exquisite mouth on his most sensitive parts. 

Barry's eyes shot up to her husband. He didn't seem like he'd be interfering in this, in fact, Barry could see Jody's husband was as enraptured by the scene before him as he was. That was to say nothing at all of Jim, who's eyes rolled up into their sockets as Jody's hand started stroking him as well. She paused for a moment to sweep her hair back past her shoulders, giving each man a better look as she slid Jim's erect cock deep into her mouth once again. At first, no one had moved as they all watched her giving him that wonderful blow job, but Graham would be the first. 

His pregnant wife's actions shocked him, but he vaguely recalled fantasizing with her about this before. Little had he expected her to carry out, but for Graham, her choice of men seemed relatively safe. He had gotten along well with Jim, and in the brief time after he'd met Barry, that guy seemed to be pretty decent as well. Graham pondered his next move for a moment, wondering just how far he wanted all of this to go. Watching Jody sucking Jim's cock helped him make his mind up, and he rose up off the bed and made his way down to where she was kneeling. Jim and Barry watched him closely, to see what he was up to next. They were heartened to see Graham's hand pushing Jody's skirt up as he grabbed her ass before starting to undo her top.

Jody kept sucking on Jim's cock as Graham worked, not even pausing as she felt her blouse slipping away. She did twist around a bit so that her husband could pull her arms free from her sleeves, but her mouth never left Jim's throbbing cock. He was close now, she could feel it and taste his sticky sweet pre cum as she sucked him hard, just the way he liked it. Graham's hands were still working on her, and she felt the clasp of her bra snapping open. With her breasts free, Jody did rise up off of Jim, only for a moment to give him a look at her gorgeous naked top, but she was still stroking him to keep him going. Jody's skin was a creamy white, pure and unblemished. There seemed to be the beginnings of some faint stretch marks around her swollen belly, but it was her chest that commanded all the attention. 

Everyone's eyes bulged out at the sight of those tits, full and round like they'd never been before. Jody's nipples stuck out noticeably from her dark aureole, and she had a slight jiggle to her. Other than that, her breasts were just as perky as they'd ever been. Barry got the best loot at them in the brief instant that she was upright, and his eyes followed her down again as she returned to Jim's blow job. As soon as her mouth touched his swollen purple head, Jim stood up out of his seat, forcing Jody down even more. Even Graham stood back out of the way as Jim thrust his cock through Jody's hands into her waiting mouth. Her eyes gazed upwards at his when Jim's hand replaced hers on his slick cock. With a few savage strokes, Jim was cumming, and cumming hard. His cock was still inside Jody's mouth when he first came, shooting his load all over her tongue and down her throat. She gagged slightly at the force of it all pouring into her, and was unable to follow Jim's movements as he pulled back from her. He had done so on purpose, of course, showering Jody's face with the rest of his cum. Sticky globs of his semen splattered across her lips and cheeks, and some of it ran down her face to drip onto her tits. Jody didn't care. Jim's cock had felt so good in her mouth, and the lasting taste of his cum made her crave even more. Just as he finished cumming on her, she kissed and sucked his cock one last time, savoring his cum on her tongue before she turned to Barry.

He had the advantage of already being hard when Jody unzipped his pants. She smiled her appreciation at him before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, then sliding it into her mouth. Barry was still seated, and Jody crawled over to be closer to him. Her buns wiggled seductively as she crept up to him. He immediately reached out his hands to caress those gorgeous tits of hers, pinching her nipples and squeezing her gently. That drew a moan from her, but didn't stop Jody from what she wanted. Barry's cock was sliding deep into her mouth, past her lips, over her tongue and down her throat each time she sucked. Jody kept her tongue drawing all over Barry's shaft and head, teasing the opening in his swollen head with her tongue. She could already taste his pre cum, but Jody wanted more. 

Much to Barry's eventual delight, she slowed down while sucking him, forcing his cock to last longer. It helped that Graham interrupted again, this time unzipping the back of Jody's skirt and peeling it off of her. This left her clad only in panties, panties that had a very wet crotch by now! These, he left in place, but Jody did rise up off of Barry's cock (and her knees) so that Graham could get the skirt completely out of the way. This was Barry's chance, and he took it. All night he'd been ogling Jody's fine breasts, and now they were his for the taking. Before Jody was able to resume sucking, Barry pressed forward, forgetting that she was already a bit off balance and nearly toppling her. Luckily, he managed to catch her, and pressed her back against the bed. Jim and Graham watched as Barry worked his cock between Jody's tits, wrapping them around his slick shaft. She sensed what he wanted and smiled, squeezing her shoulders together in order to deepen the valley between her breasts. Jody was also squeezing Barry's cock tight, and she started to rub him as well. As best she could, Jody leaned into him, forming a deep soft valley with her cleavage for Barry to fuck. 

He'd always been on to grab or suck her tits, and what he was doing now was positively heaven. His hips thrust his cock forward, stroking his shaft between those lovely breasts, then pulling out almost all the way before sliding forward again. Jody's belly hindered him a little, but the sight of the pregnant beauty with a cock sliding in and out of her tits was something to behold. Jim couldn't tear his eyes from it, and Graham's cock grew stiff and hard in his pants as well. He couldn't wait for his wife to finish Barry of so that it could be his turn. Now she was nodding her head downward, catching the tip of Barry's cock as it rose from her tits with each and every thrust. When Jody didn't have his cock head gracing her lips, she ran her tongue out seductively, licking down at him and running it over her lips in gleeful anticipation. Barry's thrusts between Jody's tits grew faster and faster, she knew he was ready. Her tongue slid over her lips once again, then she pursed and parted them, waiting for Barry to cum.




Class Reunion



"Ooh, come on, baby, cum for me," demanded Jody. "Oh, yeah, just like that, fuck my tits like you'd fuck my mouth, my hot sweet cunt," she continued. Barry was groaning now, feeling his hot seed nearing the bursting point. "You can do it, I want you to do it, cum for me, cum for me, oh yes!" cried Jody as Barry came, timing his ejaculation just right. His cock was just reaching the apex of its final thrust, nearly touching Jody's lips when he finally let go. The first blasts of his hot cum found her open mouth and parted lips, spraying Jody where she had hardly dried from Jim's cum shot not long before. Barry pulled his cock back for the rest of it, shooting pearly droplets all over the tits he was just fucking, and spilling more on her belly. Jody helped him stroke the last of it out, smearing his cum over the curve of her abdomen. Like she had done with Jim, Jody loving gave Barry's cock one last suck, swallowing down as much of his cum that she could. Then she motioned towards her husband, beckoning him forward as well.

Graham needed no further encouragement, the sight of his lovely wife bathed in the other men's cum was too much for him, he needed release and he needed it now. Quickly, he undid his pants, casting them aside as he shoved his stiff prick in Jody's face. Her mouth opened immediately to take him in, and Graham lovingly stroked his wife's hair as she sucked his rigid cock. Now that he was up close to her, he could see clearly the sticky remnants of Jim and Barry's cum coating her body. Most of it was on her face, a gooey mess that she hadn't yet bothered to clean off, but a good deal of cum was on her tits and belly from where Barry came. For Graham, those places were absolutely the sexiest ones his wife could have taken their cum, and he was glad she hadn't chosen to swallow all of it down. More of the frothy white stuff dripped from her lips as she sucked him, mute testimony to the cum Barry had managed to land in her mouth. Graham couldn't help but realize that the sight of his pregnant wife sucking these guys off had to be the most erotic thing he'd ever seen or done, and the visual of her body covered in their cum drove him wild. This was something he had only fantasized about, and now here he was with his cock in that hot little slut's mouth. She was sucking him like a pro now, as well she should for Jody was already warmed up. Her hand flew over Graham's shaft as she stroked him into her mouth, sucking him as hard as she could. Graham was thrusting his hips forward now as well, driving his cock deep into his wife's throat. That made Jody tighten the grip her hand had on his shaft as she rotated her fingers around him, pumping him into her mouth like crazy. Jody sucked him hard, wanting to feel her husband cum so badly. She was very hot from all the cock she had sucked so far that night, and her free hand was drifting down towards her panties. They knew exactly what they were looking for, and it wasn't long before she had a finger sliding between her legs, parting her pussy lips just a bit as they caressed her clit. 

This did not go unnoticed by anyone. In fact, Barry was bold enough to slide in behind Jody, hooking his fingers in her panty waistband just to see her reaction. She nodded between sucks on Graham's cock, and Barry slid Jody's panties off. Then everyone could see just how hot and wet she was, and watch as she fingered herself while she blew her husband. Barry allowed his hands to linger a little bit, getting a good feel of Jody's ass before he backed off. Sure he wanted more, but she hadn't given anyone the green light for that as of yet. All Jody had done so far was blow jobs, and now she was getting ready to finish the last one. Graham still had his cock deep inside her mouth, enjoying every sensation her hot mouth could give him. As he felt her stroking grow more and more intense, he relaxed himself, letting nature take its course. With a low moan, Graham came, shooting his cum into Jody's waiting mouth. She couldn't begin to swallow all of his load, and she pulled back away from him before he was done. Graham's cum splattered everywhere on Jody's body as it burst forth from him in great globs. The first few spurts were directed at the taut skin of Jody's swollen tummy, but Graham managed to smear the rest on her lips and face. His wife opened her mouth to take a little more of it in, but for the most part Graham was interested in smearing as much cum on her face as he could. When Jody could feel his cock softening, she focused her attention on the heat between her own legs.

After sucking all those cocks, it didn't take Jody very long to cum herself. Her fingers rubbed the hot little nub that was her clit, and once they were well lubricated with her own juices, Jody let them slip inside. Her pussy was very hot and wet, and it gave little resistance to the three fingers that Jody dared start with. All the while, she kept her thumb roaming over her clit, imagining it was a hot tongue licking her while her pussy got fucked. Jody was well aware of her captive audience, and that made her ever hotter than ever. It only took a few more thrusts of her fingers into her pussy to finish off. Jody more whimpered than screamed, squeezing her thighs tight together around those probing fingers. She was still on the floor, more or less on her knees while leaning her free arm against the bed as she came, twisting and gyrating on the floor and giving her men an excellent show. Her body shuddered as she climaxed with a flourish, turning herself around so that she was now sitting on the floor, legs spread and fingers dancing around her cunt. Jody couldn't help but notice the admiring glances she was getting, and she smiled in return, noting that blow jobs had always been her way of avoiding any unintended consequences.

"So you never actually fucked these guys, is that why you never mentioned them?" queried Graham.

Jody nodded and smiled. "I was telling the truth, wasn't I? It's not that I wouldn't have, it's just that when we were together, back in school, I didn't have any other way to protect myself. I'm sure you guys didn't mind."

Barry spoke for both of them. "Of course we didn't mind, you were always so good at sucking cock, right Jim?"

"You bet Barry, but tell me this Jody," answered Jim. "Would you have fucked us if you could've gotten away with it?"

Jody didn't answer at first, instead she shared a look with her husband, who was still recovering from getting sucked off. Graham nodded in agreement, he knew where this was heading, and to tell the truth, after watching Jody suck these guys off, he knew watching more would be even hotter. That was the unspoken answer she was hoping to get from him, and she turned to Jim. "Yes," she nearly whispered to him, giving him a coy look as she sucked one of her own fingers clean. That was the only response that her old friends needed, they traded looks and by mutual consent, they positioned themselves around her.

Jim was the first to approach her. He had already been given enough time to recover, and was already growing hard again from watching Jody blow the other guys. Gently, he helped her to her feet, and eased her down on the bed. Jody's body was still coated in cum, but that wasn't going to stand in his way. Jim watched as she scooted up to the headboard, spreading her legs wide for him. Those long, shapely legs that he'd always enjoyed parted to expose the sweet treasure that had always eluded him. Jody's hot little snatch was already wet from her own fingering, and it opened nicely as she spread her legs wider. The soft skin of her belly was stained with cum, but that was a turn on for Jim as well. He also enjoyed watching Jody caressing her cum soaked breasts as he approached, rubbing their cum into her skin. Her tongue flicked out seductively, like she had before when she was getting tit fucked. Jim climbed up onto the bed, easing himself between those sluttishly spread legs, careful not to put too much weight on her bulging belly. Jody reached out for him, helping him to draw nearer to her. She pulled her legs farther back to give him easier access, and gasped as she felt that hard cock grazing the outer lips of her cunt. For all of her past experience with Jim, she'd never had him this close to her, and she urged him to do more as he settled into position. Graham and Barry were sitting nearby, watching closely as Jim's cock slid inside Jody's pussy for the first time ever. 

Jim rocked his hips back and forth as his cock plunged as deep into Jody as he could manage, feeling her hot pussy taking him at last. How he'd dreamed of this all those years long ago when all Jody would do was suck his cock. How he'd wanted to fuck her hot little cunt over and over again. Never did Jim imagine he'd be doing her like this, pregnant and cum covered, with two other guys watching. Jody's hot pussy felt incredibly good, wrapped around his cock as he thrust in and out of her. Jim had to support his own weight by keeping his arms pressed against the mattress, but he was able to use its springiness to literally bounce Jody's body up and down with each thrust. Her tits jiggled nicely as his cock pounded at her cunt, and she moved her hands there to massage them once again. Nimble fingers found her hard nipples, and she pinched and squeezed them as Jim continued to fuck her. Cum still covered her dark aureole, but she didn't care, in fact, she licked it off her fingers, swallowing it down in front of everybody. Following that, Jody grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs back as far as she dared, letting Jim get his cock as deep as he possibly could. 

His thrusts were slamming into her now, fucking Jody hard and fast, making up for all those times she'd been unable to put out. Now there was nothing between them, nothing separating his throbbing cock and her hot little pussy. He groaned out loud as his balls swelled with cum, preparing to unload inside her cunt. Jody's whimpering cries matched his as she felt his cock stabbing into her at a frenzied pace. Jim's groans built up in a crescendo, growing louder and louder as his need became more urgent. Finally, he could take no more, and with one last satisfied groan, he came, pumping his cum deep inside Jody's cunt. He pressed his hips forward as he came, thrusting deep inside her as his cum poured into her. It was all he could do not to fall over her as his cock emptied itself inside her puss, and somehow Jim managed to slip out of her and fall to the bed. His breath came out in rasping gasps, and he propped himself up on his elbows. Jody wiggled her hips around as well, squeezing her pussy tight and forcing some of Jim's cum to drip out of her. By now, her cunt was soaked, but she was far from satisfied as Barry moved in to take his turn.

He wasted no time, for he had dreamed of fucking Jody repeatedly as well. From his past with her, Barry remembered endless nights of fingering and sucking that had always ended short of actual sex. Now she was laying before him, legs pulled back nearly to her chest, and cum soaked pussy beckoning him. Jim was still laying nearby, but that was no impediment for Barry. He quickly found his way to Jody's waiting pussy, and without any further hesitation, plunged himself in. 

Her hot pussy was wet with her own juices and Jim's fresh cum, allowing Barry to slip very far inside her indeed. He immediately began thrusting away, feeling her cunt squishing as his cock pumped up and down. He remembered how good it had felt to fuck her tits earlier, and now he was definitely enjoying her hot little cunt. She felt so hot, so nasty and wet as Barry fucked her hard, slamming into her pussy as best he could. He'd always known she could suck cock as well as any woman, and now he was getting his first taste of her cunt. How wonderful it felt to bury his cock inside her well fucked pussy, Barry didn't mind sharing her one bit. After all, she'd been regarded as something of a slut by lots of the guys, even though she hadn't fucked many of them. He savored this chance he was getting, pounding his cock in and out of her harder and harder. Jody's whimpers were louder now, and her fingers found their way to her clit. 

She rubbed that little nub hard, bringing herself to another orgasm as Barry fucked his way to his own. Her pussy squeezed tight as she came, then flooded with her own juices. This made Barry's path even easier, and reamed out Jody's cunt harder and faster. Her wet pussy felt so good as his cock drove into her, Barry wanted this fuck to last forever. It couldn't, however, and it only took him a few more sharp thrusts for him to finish. His cock plunged deep into Jody, just as Jim's had before, and Barry could feel his balls ready to burst. He thrust again into Jody's quivering body, then pulled his cock out until it was barely inside her pussy when he came, blasting its load into her hot pussy. He couldn't resist pulling out as soon as he came, showering her swollen cunt and thatchy pubes with his cum. Jody got some of it on her hands as well, and this she rubbed deep into her skin as well, before licking those fingers clean. Barry rubbed his softening cock against her cunt as well, smearing his cum all over her before yielding her cunt to its rightful owner.

Graham moved in, cock stiff and hard after watching his wife fucking those two other guys like some cheap whore. The very idea excited him as he positioned himself at her cum soaked entrance and eased his cock inside. 

The difference he felt was quite tangible, never had he fucked Jody after she'd been so well used. Sure he'd fucked her two or more times a night sometimes, but he'd never experienced her like this at all. The cum from both other guys she'd fucked already mingled with her own juices, it was a feeling that Graham had never enjoyed before, but one that he definitely enjoyed. His wife's moans were now meant for him as he fucked her cunt, driving his shaft all the way inside her. Jody was now wrapping her legs around his back, pulling him deeper and deeper just as her pussy took him all the way inside. Her well fucked cunt felt like a whore's as Graham pounded into her. That hot little fuck hole that had always brought him pleasure was giving him even more now as the memory of watching two other men take her filled his mind. Graham was already very close to cumming, so hot was her pussy, but he knew he'd manage to do her again tonight as well. The other guys might not be so lucky, and he smiled at that thought. Graham felt his cum bubbling up inside him, and he fought off the instinct to cum as long as he could. "Oh, oh God Jody!" he cried as he felt his impending orgasm. "Never, never knew you were such a hot slut before," intoned her husband breathlessly. Time was running out for him.


Jody cried out in response, between the familiar whimpers of pleasure he'd always managed from her. "Oh, Graham! Oh, baby I know you liked that, didn't you?" The question was rhetorical. "You like watching me fuck and suck other guys, don't you?" she coyly asked.

"Yes, yes!" was all the response Graham could manage as he pounded into his pregnant wife harder and harder.

"Mmm, baby, like to watch me like some cheap slut, like some hot little whore? Like fucking my cunt that's soaked with another man's cum?" teased Jody. "Oh, yeah!" she moaned. "Fuck me baby, fuck me, I want your cum too! Tasted so good after I sucked those other guys, come on now, cum for me!" Her eyes lit up as if a fire was burning within her. "Fuck that hot pussy, fuck me like a whore! I get off on having so many cocks to fuck and suck, oh do it baby!" Talking dirty like that was Jody's surefire way of getting Graham to cum, and it worked. 

Her husband's body shook as he thrust his cock into her one last time. Graham let go as his cock plunged deep, filling Jody's hot fuck hole with his cum. He bore down on her hard, jamming himself in as deep as he could while he came. That made her whimper change into something more akin to a scream, and Jody's back arched as best it could with her husband pinning her down. He had fucked her savagely at the end, driven on by her retelling of the night's events. Once he was spent, Graham rolled off of Jody, kissing her sweetly as they parted from their lover's embrace. Cum dripped everywhere on her body now, from her face and tits down to her belly and cunt, but Jody didn't mind. With the guys still feasting their eyes on her, she made sure that she kept her legs spread so they could see the hot mess they'd made in her cunt.

While the other guys were watching, and Jim had to clean up to get back to his wife. Jody was sorry to see him go, but glad she'd finally gotten the chance to feel his cock in her pussy. Feeling his cock in her mouth again alone had been worth the wait. Fortunately, Barry was under no such constraints. He joined Jody and Graham on the bed, and they lay there together pondering the rest of the cruise. Jody was quite sure that he'd be up for some more in a little bit, and there was no doubt in her mind that Graham would be willing as well. For now, the three of them knew they could continue to enjoy what promised to be a hot week on board, but they weren't sure Jim would be able to join them again. Jody wondered how he'd explain his whereabouts to his wife, and she wondered if that woman could be persuaded to play along as well. 

Being pregnant was making Jody extremely horny, and she certainly wouldn't mind a few more nights with old friends like the one she was still enjoying. Even though Jim had left,, there was still Graham and Barry. They were resting comfortably now, but Jody knew from the looks she was getting from them that they weren't planning getting a good night's sleep. That suited her just fine, and as she dreamed of what lay ahead, Jody knew that this would be a class reunion to remember.



Class Reunion



I had been the worst asshole to George in senior high school. Knowing he was gay, I would taunt him in the locker room by sticking my ass toward him and saying, "I'll bet you'd love to be in here!" I would spread it for him, showing him my tight, hairy hole. I knew he liked me. I knew he wanted me. That's what made it so fun to tease him. 

When I was at the urinal and I saw him enter the bathroom, I sometimes didn't hesitate to move farther back at the urinal to "accidentally" expose my penis. Once I "accidentally" dropped a fake business card I'd made. It read "Jay's Blowjob Service. No cock too big. Free swallowing, anuses extra. Call 555-4444."

I loved to tell him what I was doing with my girlfriend. "I put my nose right up her pussy and sniffed! Mmm! It was great! I love having my face in pussy! Nothing beats pussy!"

I had the perfect body, and George and I both knew it. It was muscular, not too thin, and I had a face the women loved. Lying in bed at night, I loved to think about what George must have been fantasizing about. Was he thinking about taking my cock into his mouth? Did he dream of lying on top of me? And was there romance in his thoughts? Or did he just want to fuck me in my luscious ass?

At times I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. Or with any man. When someone of the same sex you know shows an interest in you, you are flattered. And you wonder about it. I joked to myself that he'd probably be better in bed than my girlfriends were.

One day, as we walked home from school, George said to me, "Jay, I predict you're not going to be married, ever."

"What makes you say that?"

"I can read it in your face. You'll chicken out."

"And do what?"

"And be alone and unhappy. You're a hostile person. You are."

"Hostile, my ass."

"You will, Jay. You'll be alone."

I told him that I was so sure I'd be happily married to a hot woman that if I wasn't in that very state by my tenth reunion, I would let him have sex with me.

"Deal," he said with evil in his eyes. And from that moment on, he always smiled when we passed in the halls.

*

When my tenth high school reunion came about, I went. I wanted to see who was successful, who had failed, and who was fat and bald. George would probably be with some lover of his. I had not found a relationship as of yet, spending my time home alone when I wasn't at my boring office job. In fact, I had not been in a relationship for five years. 

I danced with Roseanne, the shy girl who, I found out soon after graduation, had been meaning to ask me to the prom. Oh, why hadn't she? There could have been wedding bells soon after, followed by steady sex and an end to my solitary masturbation.

Roseanne and I talked. She was still single. She had become more attractive since high school, she had a nice job, and she just seemed like a nice person.

Midway through the night, George walked in. He was well groomed, in good shape, and alone. He approached me and greeted me. Then came the questions. "So where's the beautiful wife? Is that your Rolls outside? Are you happy? How come you're not your own boss yet?" 

My umms, uhs, wells and you sees did not satisfy him. "What a disappointment, Jay. You're not what I thought you'd have become."

I was depressed. After the night had ended, he asked me back to his hotel for a drink. He sat very close to me on the sofa; I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. Why mind? After another drink, I would be leaving.

"Ever wonder why you're still single, Jay? Ever wonder why you made fun of me in high school? And Jay, do you remember the bet we made?"

My head turned very slowly toward him. I gulped. I swallowed. 

"Uh, the funny joke we made in senior year?" I said meekly. "Of course. Yeah, that sure was funny. I'm straight, you know."

"You're a man of your word, Jay."

"Umm, indeed I am. Indeed I am." I began to cry inside. I was going to get fucked in the ass. I just knew it. Why did I come to this stupid reunion?

"Tease me the way you did in high school," he ordered.

"We're not in the locker room," I countered.

"We can take a shower right here."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, so when it's safe, you can break my heart, but when I'm in charge of the situation, you just chicken out."

"Well, isn't that how it always works? Isn't that what teasing really is?"

"Have you thought about me?"

"I've wondered whether you ever opened that restaurant. Obviously you didn't."

"Jay, I know you want me. When you're on the outside looking in, these things are obvious. But I know you're scared. That's why I'm taking charge tonight. Have you kissed a guy yet?"

"Hell, no. I kiss girls."

George pushed me against the wall. I did not resist. I didn't know why. When my lips met those of a man for the first time in my life, I discovered it was not so bad. I melted into them. I felt his hands roam over my neck, my shoulders, my chest, my arms.


"Mmm, you feel really good--What's this?"

"What's what?"

He reached down and cupped my crotch. It was hard.

"Oh, those things have minds of their own. They do," I said. "I can be thinking about balance sheets, and I'll get a hard-on."

"You should listen to them, Jay. Sometimes they're on to something."

I found my hands joining George's as we kissed. I roamed the same areas he roamed. He pressed his crotch into mine. Soon the clothes began coming off. He wore cute black underwear. He yanked down my underwear, freeing the hardest cock I'd had in a few years. I was panting, my whole body tingled, and when George sank to his knees, my own knees began to give.

He kissed lightly up my thighs, over my nest of pubic hair, and back down the other thigh. He was teasing me.

"Gee, I'll bet you'd love to be in here," he said from below me, pointing to his open mouth.

"Suck it," I begged, shoving my rock-hard cock at him.

George put his tongue to the tip of my cock. He tickled the hole. Then he circled the bright red tip. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked delicately on the tip. I lost control and shoved myself all the way in. My cock glided all the way in. As I pulled out, he tightened his suction. I pushed in again, and then pulled out. Every time I pulled out, George sucked harder. After only a minute of this, my body tensed, my cock throbbed, and I shot my sperm into his mouth. My eyes were tightly closed, but I heard gulping sounds coming from below me. He was drinking my sperm.

I sank to the floor in a panting, sweating heap. As I did so, George's mouth was stuck to my cock. He had slid down with me. He milked the remaining drops of cum from my penis.

It was about ten minutes before I got up. When I did, I noticed that George was still hard.

"Oh, that was good. That was really good." I tensed myself psychologically for the cock that would soon enter my mouth. But George had other plans.

"Present your ass to me," he said. I turned around, got down on my hands and knees, and pushed my ass out at him. I felt his warm hands kiss my backside.

"Finally, I get to have your ass. I have waited so long. So long." Then I felt cool lips touch me where no one had touched me before. I felt them move all over my ass, then move toward the middle, where my flesh tickled as a wet tongue lapped up and down my crack.

"Oh, God," I moaned as his tongue melted my resistance.

He lapped at my ass for what seemed like forever, but I was in no hurry. It was an exquisite sensation, having a wet tongue tickle my asshole. I wanted to moan, I wanted to cry, and sometimes I wanted to laugh, it tickled so much. Finally, I just came all over the bed.

Then he stopped. I looked back to see George sitting on his knees holding his hard cock. He was oiling it with some kind of clear jelly.

"Lie down completely," he told me. "I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." I complied, seeing myself in the mirror on the wall. Instinctively, I reached back and spread my cheeks apart for him. I didn't even think about it; it just felt natural to do. I felt something warm and slippery being spread on my asshole. It tickled. Then I felt George's body press down on top of me. Something round and silky pressed against my hole. I pushed out with my ass. Slowly, his cock entered my behind. It hurt badly, but I wanted it in. I opened up more for him. Soon, it was all the way in, and the pain became exquisite.

What a strange sensation! I watched my expressions in the mirror as the innocence of my back hole left me and the sensations in my ass changed. As it filled up one moment, then closed tightly around his cock the next. Open and close, open and close. My own cock was rock hard, harder than it had been in months. I liked the feeling of being filled up. George held me tightly, almost obsessively, as he fucked me. I could feel the hair on his chest rubbing on my back. The hair on his crotch tickled my ass each time he drove into me.

When he came, I felt the warm fluid enter me. It felt good. We rested, with George on top of me and his cock still in my ass. We hugged tightly. I found that I liked the feeling of a man on top of me.

George got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, we curled up together. I took his arm and wrapped it around me. Down below, his soft penis pressed against my butt cheeks. As we drifted off to sleep, I felt his warm cum drip slowly from my ass onto my leg.

* The next morning, I woke first. In the morning light, I studied his naked body. I studied it more closely than I'd ever studied anyone else's body. My ass ached a little, but it was a luscious, filling ache. I liked the feeling of having been "taken." Turning my body around, I faced his furry crotch. His penis hung limply. Taking a deep breath, and knowing that I'd always wanted to do this, I dug my face in as far as possible.

I lapped at the head of his penis like a cat. Lick lick lick. It was silky, it was smooth, it was soft, and it smelled of sex. As I lapped away, George stirred. Before I knew it, he was working his penis into my mouth. I was unprepared as it hit the back of my throat, gagging me and bringing tears to my eyes. Grabbing him with one hand, I guided him in. I didn't even think about it.

In only a few short minutes, my mouth was flooded with a sea of salty cream. I gagged at first, but I swallowed it all, gulping several times. It wasn't entirely new to me; being an addicted masturbator, I knew the taste of sperm.

George invited me to the shower. As he did, an idea occurred to me. I moved ahead of him, wiggling my ass and teasing, "I'll bet you'd love to be in here again." As he reached for me, I moved out of his way. "Ha ha, you can't have it this time. Maybe I'll save it for Roseanne." I bent over and displayed my perfectly formed round cheeks. I caressed them. "Look at these luscious flanks. Look at how round and fuckable they are. You can't have them!"

I let him catch me when we made it to the bathroom. George spanked me hard and said, "Do you know what I'm gonna do to you when we get wet?"

"No, but I'd sure like to find out!"

I couldn't believe I was doing this much, this fast, and for my first time.

In the shower, I knelt down and bathed his cock with my tongue, licking up the shaft and over it, pausing to suck on the bright red tip. I washed his whole body, feeling the mounds of muscle giving way under the soap. As I washed his front, our hard cocks pressed together. Turning George around, I washed his backside. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "Bend over and spread for me." He complied, and I took the soap and sailed it up and down his wet, furry crack. I was in heaven.

It was an hour before we got out. George made me turn around and "accidentally" drop the soap. After he fucked me good and hard, I offered to dry him off, then lingered in the bathroom.

When I came out of the shower, George was sitting in a chair, his legs drawn up and hanging over the arms. Was he teasing me? He sure knew how to hit my weak spot. He was sitting with the intimate parts of his ass completely exposed. His hole was pink and surrounded with coarse, dark hair. It excited me. Like a slave, I sat on the floor before him. We looked at each other. The morning light made his ass hair shine. I ran my finger through it. I parted his cute cheeks and saw the soft, pink flesh hidden there. It was radiant. I touched it. I reached out my tongue and licked it. His asshole was silky, like his penis. I liked the little ridges around his hole; I liked how the hair tickled my mouth as I licked. As I licked, he began to moan quietly.

I had him in spasms of pleasure for half an hour as I lapped up and down his ass, around his balls, and through the wads of hair. When he came, it was on my face.

"Come here," George beckoned. I joined him in the chair, settling in his arms and licking his cum off my face. He hugged me.

"Well, maybe I was wrong in high school," he said.

"About what?"

"Maybe you won't always be alone, Jay." And he kissed me. 



Class Reunion



Driving home from work was always a pleasure for Kevin. It meant that he had survived another day and lived to tell about it. Thus was the life of a police officer. His main objectives every morning was to be safe and to survive his shift, all the while doing his job to the best of his ability. It hadn't been a busy day for him; two domestic violence calls, three traffic stops, one DUI, and one criminal trespass. All in all, it had been pretty easy for a Monday and he would be getting home on time for once.

He pulled into his driveway and parked in front of the garage knowing that he wanted to go grocery shopping that evening. Absently, he grabbed the mail from the box near the door as he let himself in. Kevin was now used to the quiet that greeted him every day. Except for his cat, Blaze, who was almost always disinterested in his master's arrival, there were no sounds except for the tick, tick, tick of the grandfather clock. He thought that he would never get used to her not being around and would always be listening for her greeting, but it had been four long years since he heard her voice and sometimes he just forgot what it was like. Sometimes, it still hurt.

Kevin put the mail on the table with his keys before he bent over and removed his gun and his ankle holster. He always dressed into his uniform at the district, but he was careful to have his gun with him going and coming. He had learned his lesson years before when an unarmed fellow officer was ambushed outside the district as he was coming in from the parking lot. Kevin never went anywhere without it, knowing full well that he was always on duty. He hung them inside his closet where other guns and holsters were kept.

He picked through the mail, mostly bills and advertisements, until he came across two identical envelopes. One was addressed to him and the other to Annie. It's been four years, he thought, and she still gets mail. He opened the envelope addressed to him. It was an invitation and at first, he thought it was for a wedding, but he knew of no one who was getting married. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was for a class reunion.

"Welcome Fairview Class of 1979", it began. "It's time, once again, to meet all of your classmates for our 25th class reunion." It went on about details for the event; a sit down dinner on a Saturday, and a family picnic the next day. Kevin thought it might be a good time, except for the fact of going alone. Kevin didn't date and he would sometimes ask his sister or a cousin to accompany him to police functions or awards banquets, but he wasn't going to ask them to a class reunion. Kevin had been to every reunion except for the 20th. Taking care of Annie had been more important to him.

He opened Annie's invitation and took out his pen. At the bottom of the RSVP, he carefully wrote, "Deceased 2000." He placed the response card in the envelope provided and put it on the table to go out in the next day's mail. After it was mailed, Kevin promptly forgot about it.

A couple of months later, while watching a baseball game in the evening, the phone rang. Kevin debated about answering it. He had a long, difficult day and had tons of paperwork to complete. He was tired, cranky, and had just settled down to watch the game. Kevin had played baseball in high school and college and he really enjoyed watching any baseball game. It usually didn't matter who was playing. Grudgingly, Kevin answered it on the fifth ring before the answering machine kicked in.

"Hello," he said, not too enthusiastically.

"May I speak to Kevin Simons, please?" a pleasant female voice said to him.

"Speaking."

"Hi Kevin, my name is Rachel McMichael and I'm on the committee for our 25th class reunion. I was Rachel Jorgenson in school. I was just wondering, we received the response card for Annie." She paused for a second. "I'm really sorry to hear that she died, Kevin. She was in a few of my classes senior year. She was always really nice."

"Thank you," he replied as he began to miss her again.

"We didn't receive a response from you," she continued, "and we were hoping that you'd come."

"I guess I hadn't really thought about it," Kevin replied. "It must have slipped my mind." Kevin remembered Rachel as being a tall, thin girl who played volleyball and basketball, but he couldn't recall seeing her at any of the previous reunions.

"Well, we'd really like for you to come. We've only a handful who aren't able to make it and we'd like to get as many as possible to make this a very special reunion."

Kevin mentally checked his calendar and couldn't think of anything that would interfere with it. Even if he went alone, it was better than sitting at home doing nothing. "Okay," he said, "you've convinced me. Mark me down."

"Great," she said happily, "it'll be good to see you again. Should I mark down a guest, too?" There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"No," he replied painfully, "there'll be no guest."

"Okay," she said, sensing that she had made a mistake by asking. "Anyway, it's next Saturday at the Gorman Banquet Center at six o'clock, and Sunday at Riverside Park at noon."

"Got it," Kevin said. "Oh, by the way, should I send you the money or should I just bring it along?"

"You can pay at the banquet, Kevin. That'll be fine."

"Okay, fine. Is there anything else?"

"No," she replied, "I think that's it."

"Great. Well, thanks for calling. It should be a great time," Kevin said, trying to convince himself.

"It was good talking to you, Kevin. I'll see you Saturday."

"I'll see you there. Thanks again, Rachel. Bye."

"Good bye."

Kevin put the receiver down and sank back in his chair. He sighed and was already starting to regret his decision to go. He had rarely gone out since Annie died, feeling that it was wrong to be happy and have a good time after all of the pain and suffering that she went through over those two years of hell. His sister, Jackie, had been after him to get out more and he always politely declined her suggestions to go out with some of her co-workers. He always said that it was too soon or that the time wasn't right.

"When will the time be right?" she asked.

"I don't know," he replied truthfully.

"Annie would slap the crap out of you if she were here."

"You're so right," Kevin managed a soft laugh.

He thought back to her last days when she made him promise to be happy for her when she was gone. And he was happy for her only because she was no longer suffering. But when she made him promise to marry again, he could only say the words, not believe them. He would have said anything to ease her mind at that point in time. How could he think about marrying again? How could he be happy with another woman? Annie was simply irreplaceable and it wouldn't be fair for anyone to be compared to her.

Well, he thought to himself, I'm not getting married. I'm just going to a class reunion. Kevin picked up the phone again and dialed. He waited two rings before it was answered.

"Hello," Jackie said.

"Hey, sis, you got a minute?"

"I don't know Kev. Those dishes really want to be washed and my hair is a mess, but I guess I can squeeze you in for a few minutes."

"You're all heart, Jackie."

"That's why you keep calling me. It's what sisters are for. What's up?"

"I guess I just need to talk."

"I'm all ears."

"Well, I'm going to my 25th class reunion and..."

"No, I'm not going with you," she interrupted. "Police banquets, yes, class reunions, no."

"I'm not asking you to go," he said softly.

"Oh?"

"I'm not asking Carol, either." Carol was their cousin. "I'm going by myself."

"Okay."

"It's just that I'm having second thoughts about going. I don't know."

"We've been through this before Kev."

"I know," he sighed.

"It's been four years. It's okay to have fun and be happy now."

"I know, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, just listen to me for a second. I mean really listen."

"Okay."

"Let's reverse the roles. If you had died instead of Annie, would you want her to still be miserable and hanging onto you years later, or would you want to kick her in her ass and tell her to move on with her life?"

"I wouldn't want her to be unhappy."

"I'm sure that she feels the same way about you right now, Kevin. She would want you to be happy, too, as you would for her."

"I guess..."

"Kevin," Jackie sighed, "it's time to move on. It really is. I was best friends with her long before you even noticed her. She'd be ripping you up one side and down the other if she were here. I know that and you know that. No one ever said that you have to forget her. No one expects that or wants that. But, it's time to let go and live, Kev. Believe me, you are allowed to be happy and Annie would want you to be happy."

Kevin stayed silent for a while as it began to sink in. He didn't know what the difference was now as to other times when Jackie had tried to talk to him. Maybe it just made sense to him now or maybe he was tired of feeling sad and alone. He wasn't sure.

"Thanks Jackie, I really needed that," he said. "I feel better now."

"Glad I could help."

"Lord knows you've tried."

"Yeah, well, you can be stubborn, Kevin."

"What? Me?" he asked in mock surprise.

"Yes, Kevin, believe it or not."

"Wow, I never imagined."

"So, you're going to go?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll go. I couldn't waste this wonderful conversation that I've had with you."

"Good. I'm glad you're going."

"Me too. Thanks."

Kevin walked into the banquet center with butterflies dancing in his stomach. He felt odd and out of place without having Annie or anyone at his side. He knew that when he saw some of his old friends, his fears would ease. There were two tables near the entrance of the ballroom with three people seated behind them, so he headed in that direction. He recognized the first woman seated at the table immediately. Even seated, he could tell that she was over six feet tall. It had to be Rachel, the woman who called him about the reunion. She had wavy, dark brown hair and very light blue eyes which matched the blue dress that she was wearing. Kevin glanced at the name tag and it was indeed her.

"Hi, Rachel," he said. Kevin always remembered her as being plain and unremarkable, but twenty five years had been very good to her. Her eyes looked up at Kevin as she searched her mind for recognition of the tall, rugged, nicely built classmate standing in front of her. Almost all of the males who had passed through had been paunchy, out of shape, and balding. Kevin looked as if he could pass for thirty. She quickly glanced down at the name tags in front of her that had their graduation photo attached. Rachel saw his immediately, but didn't pick it out.

"Kevin," she said looking back at him, flashing a beautiful smile, "I'm so glad you came." She extended her hand to him and he took it.

"How could I not come after you called me personally?" he said smiling back. Her long, slender hand fit nicely in his before he released it.

Rachel felt a bit guilty after remembering that he was a widower. Still smiling, she said, "There's some goodies at the next table and you can pick them up as you go in." Rachel pointed to her left. She picked up his name tag and handed it to him. "Here you go, so everyone will know you. But I must say, you don't look that much different from your photo. How do you men do it?"

"Just lucky, I guess. You could say the same thing about yourself." Rachel smiled at the compliment. He added, "Do you still play volleyball?"

"Oh, I gave that up years ago," she laughed. How did he remember that?

"Well, you must be doing something right." Kevin glanced behind him and saw several people approaching the tables. "I guess I better get going," he said as he started to affix the name tag to the pocket of his navy blue suit jacket.

"See you inside," she said as he moved away.

"Sure," he said looking back. "I'd like that."

He felt a twinge of guilt after he said it, but remembered what Jackie said. He pushed the guilt aside and collected his program and the other items from the second table. Just as he was about to enter the ballroom, he remembered that he hadn't paid for the event. He turned around and went back to Rachel, who was giving out a badge to the last person in line. Her eyes brightened as she saw Kevin in line once again.

"Well, what brings you back?" she asked.

"I forgot to pay for the festivities." Kevin took out his wallet and handed her the money. She took it from him and placed it in the till to her right. She then marked "Paid" next to his name on her checklist.

"There you go," she said, "you're all set. Have a good time."

"I'm sure I will," he replied. Once again, he left her table and passed through the entrance to the ballroom.



To his left was the cash bar and in front of him and to his right were round tables, each seating eight. At the very front was a stage and a dance floor. A DJ was playing songs from the seventies and eighties, but no one was dancing at that particular time. For the next hour, Kevin mingled and found old friends from his baseball team, former girl friends (before Annie came into the picture), and made new acquaintances with classmates that he didn't know or didn't associate with in high school. Kevin found that he was enjoying himself and he was glad that he came.

It became time for the dinner to begin and they were asked to take their seats. Kevin sat at a table with two other couples, both baseball buddies and their wives. Rachel and the other committee members came in as well. Rachel searched for a friendly face with whom to sit since she was divorced and didn't bring a date.

Kevin saw her immediately, her tall figure gliding around the room, eyes searching for someone. She appeared even taller than Kevin remembered, guessing her to be at least 6'3". Rachel was trim, but not skinny, and you couldn't say that she had a model's body either. Her weight fit her frame very well. However, it was the way that she carried herself, the utmost confidence that she exuded that set her apart from most women. She seemed very proud of her height and her legs looked as if they would never end until they stopped at her shapely hips that flared out from her trim waist. Her dress fit her beautifully and Kevin figured it must have cost her a pretty penny. The slit up the left leg was particularly enticing and Kevin knew that the other women would be quite envious of her. She was quite pretty and Kevin enjoyed watching her. As one of his buddies asked him a question, Kevin reluctantly turned his attention away from her.

Rachel scanned the room in search of Kevin. She was more than just a little interested in him, but she couldn't pinpoint why she found him so fascinating. She just knew that she wanted to get to know him better. Just when she was about to give up, she spotted him sitting near the dance floor with two other couples. His attention was focused on his companions when she touched him on the shoulder. Kevin jumped slightly and looked quickly to his left and up. Ice blue eyes were staring at him that were attached to the smiling face of Rachel.

"May I sit with you?" she asked softly, politely.

"Of course, Rachel," Kevin said quickly. He scooted back his chair, got up, and helped her to the seat to his right.

"It's starting to get crowded," she said as she adjusted her chair. "I'm glad I found an empty spot."

"Me too," he replied. 

Kevin introduced her to his friends and their wives and their conversation soon turned to their school days; teachers, classes, funny stories and the like. Rachel and Kevin's eyes met briefly numerous times when speaking to each other and Rachel liked it. His dark brown eyes were expressive and lively. His facial features pleased her as well and she was finding herself drawn even more to him.

Meanwhile, the class president gave a short speech and then started to give out prizes for furthest destination, most children, etc.

Rachel leaned over and said, "Tell me how you've stayed so young and fit when everyone here looks so old and out of shape." She knew that she was being a bit forward, but she had always spoke her mind before and she saw no reason to stop now. Besides, she was really enjoying talking to him.

"Probably not anything different than what you're doing," he laughed. "I keep busy with my job and I work out two or three times a week at the gym. Other than that, nothing much. And you?"

"Me?" she asked, quite surprised at the compliment, yet loving it.

"Yes, you. You still look like you're in terrific shape. You must work out, too."

"Oh, nothing like you. I don't have the time nor the discipline, but I do try to watch my diet. I'm just lucky, I guess."

The class president had stopped speaking by then and the meal was served. Kevin and Rachel chatted about various subjects, including their jobs. Rachel had a doctorate in plant physiology and did research for a chemical company. She ran tests of their pesticides against various plants to see the short term and long term effects of it. Rachel was not surprised to learn that Kevin was a police officer. He looked like one, being tall and well built, but it was his quiet confidence that she noticed the most.

"So, do you like donuts?" she asked teasingly.

Kevin's eyes narrowed for just a split second and then returned. Rachel noticed the change and knew she had said the wrong thing.

"Of course, they're the breakfast of cops, aren't they?" he joked back, but underneath, he resented the stereotype. He was proud of his profession and he didn't like to be made fun of. He smiled anyway and let it go. It really wasn't worth getting upset about.

Rachel, for her part, understood immediately and debated within herself about an apology. She didn't like it when her profession was degraded and she couldn't understand why she said such a stupid thing. She just wasn't thinking. Kevin seemed to brush it off so she let it drop, too.

The meal was excellent and dessert came and went. The rest of the evening would be devoted to mingling and dancing. Kevin continued to chat with Rachel and his friends and felt no need to leave the table. Rachel felt the same way, but for different reasons. She had no friends, close or otherwise, from her high school years. She would have agreed with Kevin's remembrance of her, plain and unremarkable. She was an average basketball and volleyball player, not good enough for college, and she was never close to any of her teammates. No boy gave her a second look except maybe to gawk at her height, so there were no fond memories there.

Rachel remembered Kevin from their school days, but she couldn't place him in any of her classes, although she really did have some classes with Annie. Kevin gravitated toward math and business, whereas Rachel's only interest was in the sciences. She was quite comfortable sitting with Kevin and his friends because they made her feel welcome. She couldn't say the same about the 20th reunion, when hardly anyone said a word to her. Rachel had thought about not attending this one, but she decided to give it another shot, especially when she was asked to be on the committee. She couldn't figure out that one, but she didn't question it. She had missed all of the other reunions because she had lived in Canada with her husband and she didn't feel like traveling that great distance to see people with whom she never associated. That all changed after her divorce and her move back to Missouri shortly thereafter. That had been seven years ago and she didn't regret coming home. She never truly liked Quebec and she could never fully master the French language, which irritated her to no end. The calmer Midwest climate suited her better.

There were several couples on the dance floor as the DJ played a slow ballad. It had been one of Rachel's favorites and she still knew the words to it. She hummed softly to herself and her foot happily tapped unnoticed on the floor in time with the music.




Class Reunion



"Do you like that song?" Kevin asked, breaking her thoughts.

"Why do you ask?"

"You have a big smile on your face as if it's the best song ever recorded," he explained.

Rachel laughed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah."

"It's always been a favorite of mine. I first heard it at my sister's wedding. I was the maid of honor and the best man asked me to dance. From then on, I was hooked on it."

"The song or the best man?" he teased.

"Both," she laughed. Kevin liked her laugh. It was strong, yet delicate at the same time, almost like a stiff springtime breeze. It was pleasant and pleasing to his ears.

He was enjoying her company very much. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been out with a woman for four years, but he found her attractive and he enjoyed conversing with her. Rachel's intelligence was easy to see, but she didn't flaunt it, nor did she "talk down" to Kevin, but treated him as an intellectual equal. Kevin hated the term "dumb cop" and he heard it all of the time from misinformed people who thought that anyone who could breathe could be a police officer. On the contrary, many departments were requiring their officers to have at least an associate's degree in criminal justice. For a person as gifted as Rachel to speak to him as she did, Kevin was impressed and intrigued.

Without thinking, he said, "I may not be the best man, but would you like to dance?"

Shock and surprise would be the two words that best described Rachel's thoughts at that moment. It had been a very long time since anyone had asked her to dance and for it to come from someone whom she had just met and was attracted to, it caught her completely off guard. Although the song was almost half over, she didn't care.

"Thank you. I'd love to," she said, her eyes dancing unnoticed across his face.

Kevin quickly stood up and helped Rachel out of her seat. As she stood up, Kevin thought that she would never stop. When she reached her full height, Kevin had to look up at her slightly, which was very rare indeed for him, his height being 6'2". He led her to the dance floor where he took her hand with his left and let his right hand rest lightly on her back near her waist. Kevin guided her effortlessly to a corner where it was least crowded. Although a bit rusty now, Kevin had been a skilled dancer with Annie when she was well and they went out every weekend to various clubs in the area.

The song ended too quickly for both of them, much to their chagrin, as Kevin let his hand fall from her waist and began to lead her back to the table. Another slow love ballad began to play and Rachel stopped, pulling on Kevin's hand slightly. He looked back and Rachel motioned with her head to come back to the dance floor. Kevin cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

"You talking to me?" he said softly, pointing to himself.

"It's my turn to ask you to dance."

"Well, that's an offer I can't refuse."

The song was fairly long and had different tempos throughout. Kevin gently led Rachel through some easy swing-style turns and maneuvers and she was delighted. She was not that good of a dancer, but he made her feel like Ginger Rogers. Once again, the song ended much too quickly and they decided to go back to the table for a rest.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" she asked, duly impressed.

"Oh, Arthur Murray's home lessons," he said with a wink. Seriously, he said, "Actually, Annie taught me. She was an unbelievable dancer." His mind drifted back to her for a second as he remembered evenings together dancing to the radio. When he came back to reality, blue eyes were staring intently at him.

"You miss her an awful lot, don't you?"

"You're quite perceptive."

"It's not too hard to see."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to bring her along this evening."

"Don't be sorry. There's still times when I miss Lawrence, although I don't know why. We went our separate ways and I thought I would be over him quickly, but there's still things about him that I miss, that I'll treasure forever. It's been seven years and I still think about him occasionally."

They fell silent, each in their own thoughts. Kevin looked down at his hands that were resting on his legs and saw the wedding ring still on his finger. He could never come up with the courage even to move the ring to his right hand as some widowers do. It was so much a part of his life. So much a part of their life. It had been sized perfectly when it was purchased, but now, it cut into his finger as he had gained weight throughout the years. He doubted that he would even be able to take it off should he so desire, and he didn't. Kevin had tried to take it off previously, but he always was unable to do it, unable to take that one final leap. He remembered once again, that Annie, clinging to life on her death bed had wanted him to be happy, wanted him to marry again. Her body was wasting away, but her spirit was strong and her mind was clear. She asked him to lay beside her, that she wanted him near when the time came. He put his arms around her thin, fragile body and held her close, being careful not to hurt her. Annie's bony hands took his strong, fleshy ones and squeezed them. She could not see the tears streaming down his face as he wept silently behind her and out of her sight. He held her long after she quietly passed and her hand had slipped to the mattress. Kevin would never forget those last few hours and he was forever grateful that he was with her when she began her new journey.

Kevin wiped his eyes with his fingers before the tears began to fall. He cleared his throat and looked back at Rachel, whose hand was touching his sleeve out of concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Kevin nodded. "Just memories coming back. Sometimes they hit me when I least expect it." He patted her hand in appreciation. "I'm okay, really."

The DJ decided that the dance floor wasn't crowded enough, so he started to play "The Electric Slide".

Kevin looked at Rachel and gestured to the dance floor. "Want to try it?"

"Oh my God, I haven't done that for years," she replied.

"Let's go, then." He took her hand and they joined the rest of the participants. Kevin remembered the moves and became the leader, so to speak, as everyone watched him and tried to follow his lead. Rachel fumbled and stumbled around, but she enjoyed it very much.

As the evening grew late, the crowd started to thin and Kevin started to feel tired. It had been a long day, having worked overtime and then rushing to get to the reunion on time. He had a bit of a drive ahead of him to get home to Florissant and he didn't want to stay much later. Rachel had gone off to be with the other committee members to discuss plans for the next day and to make sure that everything had been taken care of and paid for that evening. He looked down at his ring once more. He knew that it was time to take that next step, time to let Annie go just a bit and begin a new start for himself. He smiled as he knew that Annie would be watching and urging him to do it. He pulled at it gently and it came off without too much of a struggle. Kevin held it in front of his eyes and he stared at it for a few seconds. Slowly, he brought it his lips and kissed it. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top shirt button and pulled out the necklace that hadn't left his sight since his mother gave it to him when he was sworn in on the St. Louis Police Department. It was a medal of St. Michael, the patron saint of police officers. Kevin unhooked the clasp and slipped the ring onto the chain. Placing the necklace around his neck again, he found peace again for she was now close to his heart.

He walked Rachel to her car when it was time to go. She lived in Sappington and they would be leaving in opposite directions. It was a very warm June night and Kevin had taken off his suit jacket. They reached her car quickly and she stood near the door facing him.

"You've made this a wonderful memory for me," she said. "It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. And to think that I wasn't going to come."

"Well, I'm glad you came and I'm glad you called me," he replied. "You are coming tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Of course. I'm on the committee, remember?"

"Ah, yes, the committee."

Rachel looked down, wishing she didn't have to go. "Save me a spot for lunch, will you? I mean, if you don't mind."

"Mind? I'd really like for you to sit with me. I really liked being with you tonight, too. It's been a long time since I danced that much. Thanks."

"I better get moving," she said softly, not wanting to go. "I really had a wonderful time." She bit her lip as she thought of something. "After this is over, I mean the picnic tomorrow, I'd really like to keep in touch. We don't live that far apart..."

Kevin looked at her and smiled. "I'd like that very much. Perhaps I can have you over for dinner sometime. I make a mean tuna and noodle casserole."

Rachel made a face. "Yech, I hate tuna," she laughed.

"Well, fine then," he said in mock anger. "What do you like?"

"Anything but tuna."

"Salmon?" he asked.

"No."

"Perch?"

"No."

"Crappie?"

"No."

"Wait a minute, you said you only didn't like tuna."

"I lied. I hate all seafood."

"Is that really all you hate or is there more?"

"Maybe."

"Great answer."

"It depends."

"On what?"

"On my mood that day."

"Wonderful. That narrows it down."

Rachel laughed. "No, really, the only food I don't like is seafood."

"I'm sure that I can whip up something else."

"I'd like that." She looked at him and smiled once more before she unlocked her car door. "I really should get going. I have to get up early." She opened the door and stood there momentarily, waiting to see if Kevin would make a move. He did, but he only moved forward to hold the door for her. Slightly disappointed, she got in gracefully and Kevin closed the door for her. "See you tomorrow, Kevin," she said through the open window as she started the car.

"See you," he replied.

The car roared to life and Rachel placed it in gear. Kevin stepped back and she drove off while looking at him through her mirrors. Kevin watched until he couldn't see the red tail lights anymore in the distance.

The picnic had a much more relaxed atmosphere and everyone had a wonderful time. Kevin and Rachel sat and talked most of the day at one of the many picnic tables set up. She was wearing a tee shirt that read, "Plant physiologists do it in the dirt." and Kevin thought it was hilarious. He burst out laughing when he saw it for the first time. Her blue denim shorts showed off her legs nicely. Her dress that she wore the previous evening had made it difficult for Kevin to judge her bust size, even when they were dancing close, but he could see that she had a full breasts that seemed to be medium sized. He was never that good of a judge when it came to size anyway. He could never buy clothes for Annie because they were either too big or too small for her. Rachel definitely had a body befitting a woman much younger than her forty three years. As they were talking, Rachel's hand found ways to touch or be near Kevin's. He was surprised at first, not expecting her to be so forward, but he found that he liked it and welcomed it. She had her wavy brown hair tied back in a yellow scrunchie, matching her purple tee and shorts. Kevin had on a nondescript red sleeveless shirt that showed off his broad chest and large biceps. He also wore blue jeans, although he wished he had opted for shorts, too.

They ate together and laughed as Kevin told her funny stories about things that he had seen during his life as a policeman. He left out disgusting things or times when he was in immediate danger, but she was amused and Kevin was pleased.

"You know, they have a ride along program where you can ride on patrol during a shift," he told her. "I could take you out sometime if you like."

Her eyes lit up. "Really? That would be wonderful! When could we do it?"

"Any time you'd like. I work Monday through Friday on the day shift. It's not that busy, but you'd get an idea of what it's like."

"That would be great, Kevin. My schedule is pretty flexible, so I could do it pretty much any time I want."

"Great. Just let me know and I'll set it up."

"I will."



"Hey, we could even buy some powdered donuts for breakfast," he teased.

"I think I'll just have my usual coffee and toast, thank you very much," she countered.

The rest of the day went splendidly. Every once in a while, they would separate and mingle and Rachel actually started to have a good time talking to former teammates and other classmates. And it was Rachel's idea to start up a volleyball game. It was your basic backyard game with very few rules, but one could see that she had quite a lot of skill left, no matter what she said. Rarely did a ball get past her at the net, and on a few occasions, she pounded the ball to the ground over or through whomever tried to block it. Kevin was very impressed with her athleticism and agility as he watched from a distance. Rachel had tried to get him involved, but he politely declined her invitation. After a couple of games, Rachel decided that she had enough play time and excused herself from the game.

"You," Kevin pointed to her, "should be playing in a league."

Rachel smiled as she drank some water. It really did feel good to be playing again, even if it was just backyard rules. She would have to think about joining a league and see if she could fit it in her schedule.

"And you don't know a thing about volleyball. I'm really not that good," she replied.

"You could have fooled me."

"You must be easily fooled," she countered.

"Only by volleyball playing biologists."

"Volleyball playing plant physiologists," Rachel corrected him.

"Okay, volleyball playing plant psychologists. Whatever!" he said.

"All right, that's enough," she laughed before she finished off her bottle of water. "I better stop before you can make it any worse than it already is."

They spent the next hour together talking and watching the reunion take place. Rachel was proud that it all went well and there were no major problems or mistakes. It was getting late in the day and people were starting to pack and leave. Rachel looked over the exodus with sadness. It had been a good reunion and she was very glad that she had a hand in it. She had made one new special friend and had gotten to talk to many others. She would be leaving soon, and she was sad about that, too. She began to gather her belongings and place them on the table in front of her. Rachel looked around for Kevin, but didn't see him. She didn't think that he would leave without saying good-bye, but her heart sank a bit at the thought. She looked around again without success, sighed, and reluctantly began to take her stuff to her car.

Kevin emerged from the restroom and headed back to the reunion. He, too, saw that it was thinning out and he looked for the familiar purple shirt amongst those still there. Not seeing her, his eyes searched the parking lot where he spotted Rachel at her car. Knowing that she wouldn't hear him, even if he yelled, Kevin began to run in her direction.

Busy rearranging her trunk, Rachel didn't see the hulking, off duty cop running towards her. Deep in thought, she didn't want to believe that he would do that to her, actually leave without saying anything to her. She didn't know what to think. Rachel never thought that she would get that upset over someone whom she barely knew, although she thought she knew an awful lot about him in such a short period of time. Barely knew wasn't correct. She considered him to be a good friend already and she thought he would feel the same way about her. Now, she wasn't so sure. Rachel slammed the trunk angrily and took a few steps towards the driver's door.

"Hey Rachel," a familiar, but out of breath voice said behind her, "wait a minute."

She turned back and saw Kevin running to her. He was perhaps twenty yards away. She looked at him, hands on hips, and smiled, her anger totally gone.

He stopped short of her and bent forward, his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"You...could...at least...said good-bye...before you left," he wheezed, waiting for an answer.

"I thought you had gone already," she explained. "I didn't see you anywhere."

"Can't a guy go...to the bathroom? I'll give you...some warning next time, or should I ask permission?" His breathing was starting to return to normal.

"You're silly," she laughed. "Are you always this out of breath after running? I would hate to see you chase a criminal."

"Hey, I'm old, fat, and out of shape, so give me a break," he replied. "Besides, that was over seventy-five yards!" Kevin looked back over the distance that he had covered and then back at her. "So, you were going to leave?"

"I have an important experiment that I have to start on very early tomorrow. I don't have set hours to work."

"How early?"

"Three-thirty."

"That's quite early."

"I know. That's why I to leave."

"I gathered that since you explained it to me in such a succinct fashion."

"I did?"

"You did."

"Well, now that you understand it so thoroughly, perhaps I could say good-bye now and start my journey home."

Kevin paused. "That sentence was so long, I almost fell asleep," he teased.

"That's not very nice," she pouted, her arms crossing over her chest.

"No one's ever accused me of being nice."

"And with good reason."

"Now, who's not being nice?"

"I'm always nice, but I really must be going."

"Okay," he said. "Can I give you a call sometime? Maybe I can cook you something for dinner one evening when you need a break."

"I'd really like that. Thank you."

"Could I have your number? It's usually easier for me to call someone that way."

Rachel shook her head in amusement. She reached into her pocket and produced a business card for him. She found a pen and jotted her number on the card for him. "Here you go. I want to make this as easy as possible for you."

Kevin laughed when he saw it. She had written the numbers large enough that it covered the entire card. "I guess I'll be able to see that!" He tucked the card inside his wallet and looked back at her. "What's the best time to call you?"

"I'm usually home by five o'clock. If I don't answer, you can leave a message or you can try my extension at work." Rachel moved closer to the car door before turning. "It was really good to see you again today."

"I enjoyed seeing you again, too, Rachel."

Rachel paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts before she spoke again. "I really wasn't looking forward to this weekend, Kevin." She reached for his hand and took it. "Now, I hate to see it end. I had a wonderful time, mostly because of you."

"It's your fault. You called and made me come."

"I wouldn't consider it a fault, but I did call you and you came. Thank you."

"You're very welcome," he smiled. "I had a great time, too."

"Good," she said. She pulled him close and gave him a quick hug before letting go and opening her door. She got in as Kevin stood nearby wishing that she didn't have to leave.

"I'll call you," he said.

"I'll be waiting," she replied, flashing a broad smile his way. Rachel closed the door, started her car, and waved to him before she slowly drove away. Kevin watched until her car disappeared and walked back to the reunion knowing that he would be calling her soon.

"2 Mary 37 in service," Kevin said into his radio.

"2 Mary 37, clear. 0730 hours," the dispatcher replied.

Kevin and Rachel buckled their seatbelts and Kevin began to explain what might lie ahead. "There will be times when I won't want you to come out of the car until I know it's safe, otherwise, you're allowed to come with me on most calls. If I tell you to go back to the car, do it without question and stay there until I get back. Understand?"




Class Reunion



"Of course, Kevin. I just want to watch, not get involved." She looked at the shotgun behind her and then the computer screen in front of him. "What does 2 Mary 37 stand for?"

"The 2 stands for second watch, the second shift of the day. Mary stands for the sector of the city that I'm working today. And 37 is my unit number that I go by on my shift," he explained.

"That's easy enough. What do you do with the computer?"

"I can look up the call that's being assigned to me, I can run license plates, and I can check for stolen cars among other things," he said.

"Impressive," she said with approval.

Kevin started the car and they began their day. He couldn't wait to call her, but made himself wait until Tuesday evening. They talked for over an hour and decided that she would go on patrol with him the next Friday and have supper with him at his house afterward. She called him on Thursday, much to his delight and surprise, and they talked for quite a while again. While they didn't seem to have a whole lot in common and disagreed on many topics, they enjoyed talking to each other and looked forward to meeting again. He picked her up at her house that morning at 6:15 and they drove to the precinct where she waited in the lobby while he changed and got his assignment. She was quite impressed with how he looked in uniform, tall, sturdy, authoritative, and very handsome. His gun looked huge, but she didn't ask him about it or ask to see it.

They drove around his sector where he would periodically put information into the computer, particularly when they came to a stop behind someone.

"What are you doing?" she asked after one such stop.

"Checking to make sure that the license matches the car, or if the car is stolen."

"2 Mary 37," dispatch called.

"2 Mary 37, go ahead."

"MSP requests back up for traffic stop. Suspicious vehicle. I-70 eastbound, mile post 33 near Madison Avenue exit."

"2 Mary 37 clear," Kevin replied. 

"2 Mary 37, 0815 hours."

He looked over at Rachel and said, "Hang on, here's your first call." They weren't too far from I-70 and they got there quickly. Lights and sirens blazing, Kevin powered his Crown Victoria Police Interceptor onto the highway. Rachel glanced over at the speedometer and was amazed, and a little frightened, to see the needle pushing 90. 

"Who is MSP?"

"Missouri State Police. They've probably stopped a drug runner and they need some help. This will be where you'll need to stay in the car. Okay?"

"Sure."

They arrived at the scene within minutes as Kevin pulled behind the state patrol's car. The trooper had the driver on the ground on his stomach at gun point as Kevin approached him.

"I've got him covered, cuff him for me," he instructed Kevin. Kevin nodded and moved forward.

"Cross your legs," Kevin shouted to be heard above the roar of the traffic. The man complied. Quickly, Kevin moved over him and cuffed his hands behind his back. He then helped him to his feet and brought him back to the cars. Rachel watched in fascination from her seat. Other state patrol cruisers arrived shortly thereafter and Kevin left the scene.

"That was exciting," Rachel exclaimed as they drove away.

"Not too bad for the first call," he said. "Just like I thought, they suspect drugs are in the car."

"What kind?"

"Probably crack cocaine or heroin."

They drove back towards the city. The rest of the morning was routine; a few traffic stops and a dog barking that was disturbing the neighbors. Kevin handled each call swiftly and professionally. Rachel was amazed at everything that he had to do before, during, and after each call. You definitely had to have some brains to do this job, she thought. As it approached noon, things were slow and Kevin thought that it would be a good time for a lunch break.

"Are you ready for lunch?" he asked Rachel.

"Sure, where do you want to go?"

"I eat in here. I pack a lunch every day. I hope you like chicken salad."

"Love it."

"2 Mary 37," he said into his radio.

"2 Mary 37," dispatch replied.

"5-2 at Youngstown and 26th. Fifteen minutes, please."

"2 Mary 37, 1205 hours."

"You only get fifteen minutes to eat?" she asked.

"Only if nothing serious happens. I can take longer, but that's usually enough for me." He stopped and got out to retrieve his cooler from the trunk. He brought it back to the car and got in once again. He handed her a sandwich and bottled water and took one of each for himself. "I didn't know what you liked to drink, so I thought water would be okay."

"Water's fine. Thank you for the sandwich. I thought you might stop at a fast food place or something."

"Nah, once they see the cruiser, you don't know what they'll put in your food."

"Seriously?" she asked, concerned.

"Dead serious," he replied.

They finished their lunch and Kevin called the dispatch to let them know that they were ready for more calls. The afternoon came and went quickly as Kevin took five or six more calls, none out of the ordinary. Rachel thoroughly enjoyed the day and hated to see it end as Kevin signed off for his shift. He parked in the precinct and they walked back inside where Kevin changed into his civilian clothes and Rachel waited.

As they were driving to his home, Kevin said, "I'm sorry it wasn't more exciting for you. It was a fairly typical day, though."

"I had fun,"she replied. "Maybe I can do it again sometime."

"Any time you like."

Kevin pulled into his driveway and parked in the garage. They entered the house and Rachel loved it immediately. Kevin had changed nothing in the decor from the time of Annie's death and it still had it's warm, cozy feel. 

"Make yourself at home," he said as he unstrapped his gun once more. Rachel looked on in curiosity as she hadn't realized that he was carrying a weapon. She sat down in a blue plush recliner as Kevin put the gun away.

"Do you always carry that?"

"Most of the time."

"Why?"

"I never consider myself off duty."

"Oh." Rachel sighed and looked around the livingroom. "What would happen if someone broke into the house while you were here?"

"They wouldn't make it out alive."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Don't you think that's a bit harsh? What if they didn't have a weapon and were just trying to steal something and not harm you?"

"Then they better stop when I point my gun at them and tell them to lie down on the floor."

"What if they refuse and run from you?"

"I'd go after them."

"And not shoot them?"

"And not shoot them."

"Oh."

"Can we stop with all of the questions so I can fix dinner for you?" he asked, a bit exasperated.

"Certainly," she smiled. She was relieved to see that he wasn't the homicidal gun owner that she thought he might be. He is a cop, you idiot, she thought to herself. Of course he'll draw his gun should he have one available. He'd know what to do should something go wrong.

Kevin busied himself in the kitchen, not allowing Rachel to lend a hand with anything. He had most of the food prepared ahead of time so he only had to put them in the oven when the time came. He chose marinated chicken breasts, baked potatoes, green beans, and a tossed salad as the menu for the evening. Rachel, relegated to uselessness by the master of the house, chose to read the newspaper in the meantime. There was a wedding picture of Kevin and Annie, but there were no other pictures of her in the living room, Rachel noted as she scanned the room. The room was decorated in dark blues and deep golds with richly upholstered chairs and sofas. Rachel sank back into the plush recliner and began to read.

It was less than an hour later when Kevin began to set the table for the meal. Rachel came out, against Kevin's protests, and helped. The meal was excellent and Rachel savored it, feeling it was every bit as good as if they had gone to a restaurant. The meat was cooked to perfection, the potato was rich in butter and garlic, and the beans had bacon and onions mixed in.

"I think I'll hire you as my personal chef," Rachel exclaimed. "This is absolutely wonderful!"

"Thanks," he said, "I had a great teacher."

"Annie?"

"Yeah. During the last year, we both knew she didn't have much time, so she taught me to cook, do laundry, keep house, you know, the basics to get along without her," he explained.

"She truly was a great teacher."

They chatted throughout the meal about various subjects and Rachel asked him questions about his decision making during his shift that day. He explained some of the departmental procedures that he had to adhere to and other variables that went into his decision making process. Kevin explained that prior knowledge of the subjects involved or the location in question played a key role also. He asked about her work and the time involved in finding results of her experiments.

"I'm sorry, but that would probably bore me to tears having to wait that long to find out the results," he said. "I like the action of police work because I never know what the day will bring. It's something different every day, every hour."

"You and I are very different in that regard," she said. "I find my work very fascinating. Yes, it is a slow process, but I can see progress every day through my microscope. I can see where you wouldn't enjoy my work, but I love science and I wouldn't dream of doing anything else. Funny thing is, I really like the danger and excitement of your job, too. Even though you didn't have a busy day, I thought it just flew by."

Kevin nodded in agreement. "I'm glad you like your work. Not too many people can claim that. We're very much alike in that respect. I wouldn't dream of doing anything besides police work."

Kevin served pineapple sherbet for dessert, much to Rachel's delight. She loved ice cream or any reasonable facsimile thereof and the flavor rarely mattered. She ate her sherbet silently, occasionally glancing at Kevin. She was finding herself being slowly drawn closer and closer to him and she wasn't resisting. After they were finished, Rachel helped him clear the table and load the dishwasher, against his protests once again. Once they were finished, Kevin led her back to the living room and they sat down on the sofa together.

"So, what would you like to do now? We could go for a drive, take in a movie, walk the mall, go to a park, watch TV here. Pick your poison." Kevin sat back and waited for her answer.

Rachel thought for a few moments before an idea hit her. She looked at Kevin expectantly and hoped that he wouldn't take her suggestion the wrong way. "There is something that I would like to do," she said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Would you teach me to dance?"

"You're kidding."

"I'm perfectly serious."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Kevin thought about it for a few seconds. He knew that it would bring back memories, but they would be fond memories and he could live with that. Finally, he said, "Well, you'll have to help me move some of the furniture."

Kevin turned on the stereo and selected an FM station that featured nothing but slow dance music. He took Rachel in his arms much like he did at the reunion and began to teach her in the same way that Annie did for him. Kevin expertly led her through various steps and movements as he glided her around the room. He found that she had good balance and natural ability and she followed his lead very well. She was a quick learner also, whereby he rarely had to go over something a second time before she got it. For her part, Rachel refused to let herself melt into his arms as her body screamed for her to do. She kept her focus intact and allowed herself to be taught. She had always wanted to be able to dance and not feel like a klutz stumbling and falling around her partner. Kevin was a patient and good teacher and she was enjoying his instruction very much.

After about a half hour or so, Kevin turned off the stereo and found some dancing tapes. He turned back to Rachel and said, "You seem to be a little stiff when you dance. You need to loosen up more and let your body flow with the music." He went to the refrigerator and brought out the bottle of wine that they had started at dinner. "This should help a little bit," he said as he came back to the living room.

"If I didn't know better, I would think you were trying to ply me with alcohol, Kevin," Rachel said, smiling.

"You don't have to have any if you don't want it. I just thought it would help you relax a little bit."

"Oh, I'll have some," she said quickly, "I was only kidding."

"I know." He poured her a glass and one for himself. He drank on rare occasions, so he cautioned himself about drinking too much since he would have to drive her home. As he gave her the glass, Blaze wondered in, making his first appearance of the day.

"Oh look, a kitty," Rachel exclaimed. "I love cats. I have two of my own." Rachel held her hand down to the floor and let Blaze sniff her, which he did judiciously. Rachel laughed. "He must smell my cats." He continued sniffing at her and rubbing against her, purring softly.

"Well, you're certainly okay with him," Kevin said. "He's pretty particular as to who's allowed to be in this house. He usually hisses at strangers."

"Oh, but he's such a sweet cat," Rachel cooed. The gray feline closed his eyes as Rachel scratched him behind the ears. Eventually, he wandered away and Kevin and Rachel were alone again. "Now, you'll have to come over to my place and meet my furry daughters."

A few minutes later, they went back to their lessons. Kevin had put on some slow swing music and he taught her some basic moves and then progressed to more complicated ones. Once she got the hang of those, he switched to faster tempo music and he found that she did well with the fast music also.

"You are a very quick learner," Kevin said when they took a break. "Are you sure you don't know how to dance?"

"You," Rachel said as she pointed her index finger into his chest, "are an excellent teacher."

They sat down together and Rachel had another glass of wine. "This is so good," she remarked. "I'll have to buy a bottle for myself."

Kevin watched in bemusement as she downed the wine quickly. "Maybe we should switch to water," he suggested as he poured another glass for her.

"Oh no," she said, "this is fine." She sipped on her full glass. "What else do you want to teach me?"

"Oh, I think you've had enough lessons tonight. Maybe we can try something different next time."

"Can you teach me to waltz? I love waltzes."

"Of course," he said. "It's not too complicated."

Rachel sprang to her feet and pulled at Kevin's hand. "Teach me now," she pleaded.

"We can do it next time, Rachel."

"Oh, come on, Kevin. Just for a little while, please?"

"Oh all right," he relented as he stood up and ambled over to the stereo. Soon, Strauss began to fill the air with his light music.

For the next hour, Kevin patiently led a stumbling, slightly tipsy Rachel through the fundamentals of ballroom dancing, waltz style. It wasn't long before she got the hang of it and soon, he was whisking her around the living room with ease as if they had been partners for years. He was surprised at what a quick learner she was even though she was slightly drunk. They sat down, both tired and out of breath, after the music drifted into silence.

Rachel looked over at Kevin as she poured herself another glass of wine, thus draining the bottle. "I'm having a wonderful time," she said seriously. "I really love dancing with you."

Kevin looked at her and smiled. "I'm glad. It's something I really missed doing since Annie died. Maybe you'd like to go out and put your lessons to work sometime."

"Why, Mr. Simons, are you asking me out for a date?"

Kevin froze at the question. He wasn't sure if he was asking her for a date or not. Was he not on a date now or was it just two friends getting together for the evening? He wasn't sure. The lines were quickly becoming blurred and he didn't know if he would be able to tell the difference for too much longer.

"I guess you could say that," he stammered, daring to go further with the relationship.

"Well, I accept, whenever that may be."

"It's for whenever you'd like it to be."

Rachel smiled. "We'll see," she said.

After they moved the furniture back into place, Kevin went to his extensive movie collection and pulled out "Casablanca", a personal favorite, and popped it into the VCR. Soon, Rachel's hand found his and she snuggled against his shoulder, sighing contently. Kevin didn't know what to think, but he enjoyed the warmth of her body against his, something he hadn't felt in such a long time. He certainly missed female companionship and he was really enjoying Rachel's company that evening. Somehow, he thought that things were going a little quick for him, but he wasn't going to ask her to slow down. He knew that he was taking a big step just by having her at his house and sharing his day with her. As long as she didn't ask to go any further, he would be okay.

After an hour or so, Kevin noticed that Rachel was getting heavier against his shoulder and he couldn't remember much movement from her. He shook her lightly and called her name, but she didn't budge. He could feel her soft breath against his neck. At least she's breathing, he sighed with relief, then laughed to himself. What was he going to do now? He checked the clock and it was only around ten and he really wanted to take her home, but how could he do that now? The only thing he could do was let her stay the night. He had no other choice.

He wiggled away from her as easily as possible and went to his bedroom. He stripped the bed and replaced them with clean linens and blankets. He then changed into sweat pants and a tee shirt and found an extra blanket and pillow for himself. He went back to the living room and Rachel was still asleep where he had left her. Kevin put the blanket and pillow at one end of the sofa before he picked up Rachel and carried her limp body to his bed. He gently placed her on the bed and pulled off her shoes before he pulled the covers up to her shoulders. Looking down at her, he smiled. He remembered doing the same thing for Annie when they would fall asleep watching TV, but he would be in bed next to her then. It wouldn't happen tonight. He could never do that. Leaning over her, he gave her a small kiss on her forehead before he turned out the light. He couldn't believe that he was starting to fall for her.

Rachel bolted upright in the darkness, terrified at not knowing where she was. Her head looked left and right, trying to find familiar objects, but without success. Her head felt heavy and she was slightly dizzy. Must have had too much wine, she thought. She reached over to one side of the bed and found a light, which she turned on. Staring at her was a picture of Kevin and Annie, a studio portrait, probably taken not too long before she died. She looked pale and sickly, but still very pretty and she had a beautiful smile on her face. 

Rachel swung her legs over the edge and looked at her watch. It was two-twenty. She got up slowly and made her way to the door. It was closed but not shut all the way. Rachel went to the living room and saw Kevin curled up on the couch, his blanket kicked to the floor. My God, he looks even younger when he's asleep, she thought. She moved near him and picked up the blanket and spread it over him.

When she realized what all he had done for her, she smiled. He was a very special man, indeed. She knelt down near his head and touched his cheek with her fingers. "You are so sweet," she murmured. She kissed him on the cheek where her fingers had been before she straightened up and headed back to bed.

In the morning, Kevin's nose was tickled from the aroma of bacon frying, coffee perking, and bread warming in the toaster. Slowly, he woke and found two blue eyes staring at him from above.




Class Reunion



"Good morning, sleepy head," Rachel said. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing his bathrobe. "I took a shower. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all," he said, yawning. If they were a lot further along in their relationship, he wouldn't have minded taking one with her. Kevin sat up and tried to get his bearings. He always had a tough time waking up in the morning and usually needed a minute or two in order to get his head together. "I like waking up to a woman in my bathrobe cooking breakfast for me."

"Oh, you're silly," she said walking away from him and back to the kitchen, her hips swaying nicely through the terry cloth robe. "Breakfast is almost ready," she called behind her. Slowly, Kevin got up and made his way to the bathroom where he found her clothes in a neat pile on the vanity. He sniffed at them and they still had her fresh scent on them. Her bra and panties were missing. He assumed she was wearing them and he was a bit disappointed. He relieved himself, washed his hands, and joined Rachel in the kitchen.

She had the table set and the plates filled when Kevin emerged. "It's all ready," she said.

"You didn't have to," Kevin protested.

"I wanted to, so don't argue with me. Sit down before it gets cold," she commanded.

"Yes ma'am," he replied meekly.

"I couldn't find any eggs," she said, "otherwise I could have made omelets for you."

"I was going to get some today, but thanks anyway. You really didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to, so enjoy it." With that, Kevin dug in and began eating his breakfast.

Rachel smiled to herself as she watched him eat. She was very happy and content at that moment, being with Kevin the previous evening and that morning. She couldn't believe that she passed out and slept in his bed. Unconsciously, when she had waked early in the morning, the first thing that came to her mind was date rape. She was ashamed to have thought it, given how sweet and kind Kevin had been to her, but she had been through it once before and sometimes, she still thought it could happen again, even with Kevin. But, she had felt no telltale signs that any type of intercourse had taken place and she was immensely relieved.

She picked at the food on her plate as she glanced at Kevin. She remembered how good it felt to be next to him while watching the movie and how good it felt to be in his arms while dancing. They were so different from each other in so many ways, but yet, they clicked in other respects. She thought it was strange, but then, she thought about her marriage to Lawrence. Everyone thought they had the fairy tale wedding and life, and that they were perfect for each other, and Rachel thought that, too, at first. But, sometimes, people are not who they appear to be after a while and Lawrence was one of those people. After their courtship, engagement, and marriage, he changed back to the person he really was, and Rachel found that they really didn't have much in common and that he didn't have much interest in her at all. By the time that their first anniversary came and went, Rachel wondered why he had married her in the first place. It certainly wasn't for the sex. He had made that plain from the wedding night. It was over and done with so quickly that Rachel wondered if he had been inside her at all. Over the course of their marriage, their infrequent interludes were totally dissatisfying to Rachel and by their sixth year, they slept in separate rooms.

Why she stuck it out for thirteen years, she never knew. Deep down, she still loved him and always would, no matter that he had deceived her and perhaps took away those years when she might have been happy with someone else. She stayed with him and that was her lot in life. But now, as she looked at the disheveled off duty cop in front of her, she was ready to let someone else come into her life. She didn't think he was being anything but himself and she didn't think he would ever deceive her.

Kevin met her stare and cleared his throat. Rachel jumped slightly and was embarrassed that her mind had drifted that noticeably. She looked down at her plate and sighed softly.

"Is everything all right?" he asked.

"Yes," she said softly, "everything's fine. I was just thinking."

"About...?"

Rachel pushed her hair out of her face and looked back at him. "I'm just having such a great time with you. I almost hate to go home and let it end."

"I know the feeling," he replied.

"But, I've got two cats waiting for me who are probably getting a bit hungry by now and wondering where their owner is." Rachel scooted back her chair and took her plate to the sink.

"Just put them in the sink," Kevin said. "I'll take care of it later."

"Okay," she said as she brushed her eyes with the back of her hand. She faced him now, her back against the sink and her hands holding onto the edge of the counter. She looked fragile and delicate to Kevin at that moment, not the tall, confident woman he normally saw. He could almost see the awkward, shy teenager that she once was as her wavy hair fell into her face again as she looked down.

Kevin pushed his chair back noiselessly and was in front of her before she knew it. He gathered her into his arms and held her, loving the feel of this strong, yet delicate female against his body. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him, laying her head against his shoulder. She bit her lip as she was about to lose control of her emotions and they stayed in check. Kevin didn't know what possessed him to hold her, but he wasn't regretting that decision now. They stayed that way for several minutes, just enjoying the comfort that they gave each other. Rachel broke the embrace, sniffling, and looked at Kevin through her blue eyes, shining and misty from tears.

"So, what's really the matter?" he asked softly, concerned.

Rachel shook her head slowly. "There's nothing wrong, really there isn't." She wasn't very convincing and Kevin didn't believe a word of it. He had interrogated too many people and he knew that Rachel was holding back. But, he didn't know if he should press the issue or let it go.

"If it's something I said or did, please tell me," he said.

"No, no, no," she said softly, "you didn't do anything. I just got to thinking about things, you know, my marriage and other relationships that I've had, and then I started to think about you. You were so sweet to put me to bed, your own bed, and then you took the couch. You'll never know how grateful I am that you didn't...." She stopped in mid-sentence. She never meant to go that far.

Puzzled, Kevin said, "Grateful that I didn't...." He looked at her questioningly. "What are you talking about?"

Rachel's head dropped down once more. "I should have never gone there. I should have never thought that you would have ever dreamed of doing something like that. It was so stupid of me to think that."

"Rachel, you're not making any sense. What are you talking about?"

"Please don't be angry with me," she pleaded.

"I won't be angry with you. What's wrong?"

Rachel looked away for a moment and then back at the intense stare of Kevin's brown eyes. "I woke up this morning and didn't know where I was. It was a weird feeling, almost a mini-flashback to a time I had in college when I was date raped...." Her voice trailed off.

"Oh jeez," Kevin said.

"Believe me, Kevin, it only lasted a second and I knew you hadn't done anything to me except be sweet and kind," she said quickly. "I, I came out to the living room and saw you sleeping on the couch and I knew you could never do that. It was stupid of me to even think it!"

"You were date raped?"

"Kevin, it was over twenty years ago and I'm over it. It just reminded me of it a little bit, that's all."

"What happened?"

"I'd rather not discuss it."

"Okay, but at least did you prosecute?"

"Yes, but it did no good."

"Did no good?"

Rachel sighed heavily. "I don't want to talk about it, but if you insist, no one believed me and the charges were dropped."

"I'm really sorry."

"So was I."

They were silent for a while as Kevin thought about what had happened that morning. He certainly wasn't upset with her and didn't blame her for thinking like she did. Kevin had plenty of mornings where he didn't know where he was at first and there were many times when he rolled over to kiss Annie good morning even though she had been gone for years. He looked at Rachel and smiled thinly. He brought her to him and held her once more, his right hand finding the back of her head as he rubbed it gently. This time, she allowed herself to melt in his arms. 

Rachel sighed softly and smiled, knowing that he wasn't upset with her. He rubbed her back lightly, massaging her through the thin blue cloth of the bathrobe. He felt her bra strap as his hand passed back and forth across it. Without giving it any thought, Rachel turned her head and kissed him on the cheek. It felt rough from the stubble of his day growth of beard, but she didn't mind.

Kevin was surprised and pleased at the softness and warmth of her kiss. "What was that for?" he asked, laughing softly.

"Just because," she said, pulling away from him. She put both of her hands on his face and held them there briefly. Rachel forgot about the morning, forgot about her past, and forgot about her hungry cats when she pulled him to her and kissed him softly. She reached up and pulled the towel away from her head and let it drop on a chair. Kevin stiffened slightly at the first touch of her lips, not knowing what to think. It had been a long time since he felt the soft, gentle kiss of a woman and he wasn't ashamed to admit that he missed it. Her kiss was different than Annie's, but that wasn't a bad thing. Annie was a small, delicate woman who kissed much in the same fashion. Rachel's kiss, on the other hand, was soft and sweet, too, with just the hint of urgency in it. Kevin ran his hands through her damp hair as he returned the kiss softly and patiently. He felt no guilt or anxiety about kissing her. He knew in his heart that Annie would approve and would be smiling at him and urging him to continue.

When their lips parted, Rachel laughed lightly. "I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you at the ballroom."

"Really?" he asked laughing.

"Yes," she replied, looking down slightly and shaking her head.

"Was it worth the wait?"

"Oh my, yes!" she laughed. She pulled him to her once more and hugged him tightly. "I really need someone like you in my life," she whispered in his ear before kissing him on the cheek once more.

Rachel glanced at the clock above the kitchen sink and frowned. She really did need to go home and tend to the felines. She relaxed her grip and put her hands on Kevin's chest, rubbing it slightly. "I have to get going, Kevin," she said sadly.

"Well," he sighed, "if you must. Just let me get cleaned up and I'll drive you home."

"Okay. Let me grab my clothes from the bathroom." Before he let her go, Kevin gave her a quick kiss, savoring once again, her soft lips against his. Reluctantly, they let go of each other and they got ready for Rachel's return trip.

He walked her to her door after the long drive and she asked him in. They were greeted by the loud meows of her two cats, side by side in the foyer staring at Kevin with interest.

"The tortoise is "Frisky" and the black one is "F.B." and they are thoroughly spoiled," she explained as she reached down to scratch their heads.

"F.B.? What does that stand for?" he asked.

"Fuzzbutt."

"You're kidding."

"No, that's her name."

"You named her that?"

"Of course I did."

"That's a really silly name."

"I know, but she likes it and I like it, so it doesn't matter if it's silly or not." She moved away from the cats and walked towards the kitchen. "Come in and make yourself at home. I need to check their food bowls." Like she thought, they were empty and she busied herself with filling their dishes and refreshing their water bowls, too.

Kevin stood nearby and smiled. How could he not like a person who named her cat such a ridiculous name? The cats followed him to the livingroom until they heard the sound of food being poured into their dishes. They reversed direction and shot out of the room and ran back to the kitchen. Kevin could hear Rachel giggling as she watched her cats eat as if they hadn't had food for a week instead of just a morning. He was beginning to really like her now and it wasn't because they kissed just an hour before. He liked her laugh, her confidence, the way she moved and smelled. He loved the way she kissed and the way she felt in his arms. Kevin was happy that they were very different in some respects because he enjoyed sparring with her verbally over different subjects. He suspected that she enjoyed a good argument, too. She was very knowledgeable and she challenged Kevin whether it be about politics, money, or the law.

Rachel entered the room laughing. "You would think that I starved them. They've got their heads buried in their food like Garfield. I know they had plenty of food yesterday, more than enough to last until now. Oh well."

She sat down beside Kevin on the couch. Kevin reached behind her neck and placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer. Of course, she didn't resist as she placed her head against his shoulder. Rachel melted against him as she was finding herself doing almost every time now when they touched. 

"So, what do you want to do?" he asked lazily, not wanting to move an inch away from her.

Besides take you to bed? "I'm very happy right here," she answered, keeping her thoughts in check. Her hormones, dormant for such a long time, were starting to come alive. She had forgotten what those delicious tingles between her thighs felt like, but she was aching to be touched there. She knew that she had to be careful with Kevin, whose psyche she feared could still be fragile and be a little skittish about getting into a serious relationship. She would definitely have to take her time and perhaps let him take the lead.

"That sounds wonderful," he answered, "I didn't want to move anyway." His hand found hers and they sat content for a long time, neither feeling the need to speak. 

An hour or so later, they both woke with a start from the nap they had just taken together. Kevin stretched and yawned as Rachel slowly got up from the couch. Out of the blue, Kevin began to laugh softly.

"What's so funny?" she inquired.

"Oh, think about it, Rachel. We slept together! What will my sister think when I tell her? What will your family think of you? Boy, if I knew you were that easy, I would have looked you up a long time ago."

"Kevin," she said, "before I slap you up the side of the head, keep in mind that we napped fully clothed upright on a sofa."

"You've ruined my reputation, you know. Mother always warned me about women like you."

"Women like me? Just what did your mother say about women like me?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"Only that fast women like you were only after one thing," he said, smiling.

"And what would that one thing be?"

"More snuggling and loving."

"That's two things, but I like your mother's thinking," Rachel replied. She came back to the sofa and sat down beside him once again.

"No, no," he said, shaking his head.

"What?"

He pointed to his lap. "I want you a little closer."

"My, you are the romantic, aren't you?" she said before she scooted onto his lap. Once she was comfortable, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her in place with his arm around her hip. "So, what do you want to do now?" she asked, batting her eyes at him.

Saying nothing, he simply pulled her close and hugged her. He didn't let go for quite a while, taking in everything that had happened over the past few days and weeks. He didn't even seem to notice that his face was resting against her breasts, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Rachel. He remembered when he didn't want to go out, didn't want to date, and was afraid of betraying Annie's memory by being even remotely happy. How silly he had been because he now knew in his heart that Annie would approve and would have approved a long time ago. His eyes were damp as he finally relaxed his grip, leaving a small wet spot on her shirt on her upper right breast.

Rachel noticed immediately. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," he said. "I just got to thinking about a few things." He paused for a few seconds. "After Annie died, a part of me was buried with her. We knew for quite a while that she wasn't going to make it, but it didn't make it any easier when she did pass. I went into a depression, I mean, everyone thought it was natural. She was everything to me. Well, four years later, I was still depressed and this class reunion invitation arrived. Then a certain committee member calls me and wants me to come because they hadn't received my RSVP yet." Rachel smiled, her hair falling into her face again.

"So, I say "yes" and I think I'm okay. Do you know I almost backed out? I did. I called my sister because I didn't want to go, I was afraid to have a good time. Well, somehow Jackie set me straight and I went anyway. And whom do I meet first when I came through the door? Rachel McMichael, the person who personally called me in the first place. After you sat down with me, I knew that I was okay, I knew that it was okay to have a good time. And I knew it would be okay with Annie if I enjoyed being with you."

He took her hands in his and held them. "I don't know where this is going between you and me, but I just want to thank you for coming into my life. I know we don't really know each other very well, but you are becoming very special to me. It may take me a while to really sort out everything, but please be patient with me."

Rachel looked at him intently, her light blue eyes blazing and trying to penetrate to his very soul. She saw nothing but warmth and kindness staring back and she smiled. "I wanted to get to know you from the first time I saw you come in. It was no accident that I sat down with you. I was praying that there would be an empty seat next to you when I came in." Kevin looked a bit surprised. "I was so surprised when you asked me to dance and it was lovely. It felt so natural, like we had been partners for a long time. It was so strange to feel that way. I know it's been a short time, but it seems like I know an awful lot about you."

Rachel put her head against his shoulder and sighed contently. How could she feel this good with Kevin so quickly? Things were going too fast, too perfect, and it was starting to scare her. She didn't want to mess things up by going overboard and head over heels for him, but how could she slow down something that seemed so real, so right? She decided to stop thinking about it and just enjoy his being there with her at that moment.

"You're really pretty," Kevin said quietly.

"Huh? What?" Rachel said, still in deep thought, not quite hearing him.

"I was just looking at you now and remembering when I first saw you at the reunion. I just think you're very pretty, especially when your hair falls into your face."

Rachel giggled softly, blushing like a school girl. "You're too sweet. A bit blind, but sweet."

"I mean it, Rachel. You have a very nice profile and I really like the way you look." It was he, now, who was looking intently at her, taking in her features and studying her face. She had a small mouth, but full lips, and her cheek bones were set high as if she had some Native blood in her. She vaguely resembled an Indian, but her hair was too light and wavy. Her face was somewhat thin, but had filled out nicely since high school. Her ears were small and stayed close to her head. Kevin's head move back and forth as he continued to look at her.

"What are you doing?" she asked laughing.




Class Reunion



"Don't worry about it," he replied as he continued to study her. He put his forefinger against her jaw and moved her head from side to side. "Um, uh huh," he said.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, laughing out loud and trying to disengage her jaw from his grasp. 

Kevin laughed and let go of her jaw. "I don't care what you say, I think you're very pretty and I'll continue to tell you that whether you believe it or not."

"I don't, but keep telling me and maybe someday I'll believe you." She hopped off of his lap and stood up. "I need some water. Want some?"

"No, I'm fine," he answered as he stood up and stretched. He meandered into the kitchen as Rachel was downing her glass of water. "So, you got any plans for tonight?"

Besides trying to get you to stay the night? "No, I didn't have any plans. I was just going to do some laundry, you know really exciting things like that." She had to keep her thoughts in check again.

"Well, I was thinking..."

"That's scary," she interrupted.

"Hey, no wisecracks from the peanut gallery," he said. "I was wondering if you'd like to take in a movie or something?"

"With you?"

"Now that you put it that way, I think I'll just go by myself. Yes, with me. Who else were you going to go with?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe I might get a better offer somewhere down the line."

"Go for it," he laughed.

"I guess I could go with you," she said grudgingly, but smiling, "but why don't we do a matinee and beat the crowd?"

"Sounds great. Break out the newspaper and see what's playing." Rachel found the newspaper and together, they checked out the local theaters for the movies that were playing nearby. 

After they decided upon a movie that was agreeable to both, Kevin drove them there. It was a romantic comedy, not exactly Kevin's first choice in film genre, but Rachel pushed for it and he had read good reviews about it. It was a good movie and Kevin was glad to have gone. Her hand found his soon after it began and it felt good and natural to be touching her in such a casual way. A few minutes later, he switched hands and put his free arm around her shoulder and drew her closer. He remembered times when he and Annie would take in a movie and Rachel was acting almost in the very same way that Annie had in the past, holding his hand and placing her head against his shoulder. How could two women so utterly dissimilar in almost every aspect of their being still have some of the same gestures and ways of showing affection? Kevin didn't try to rationalize it, but it still puzzled him.

After the movie, they had supper at a small, family owned country kitchen and enjoyed the warmth and coziness of it, not to mention the food. Before they knew it, it was after eight o'clock before Kevin took her home.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked as they stood at the doorway.

Kevin thought for a few moments. He really wanted to come in, but he wasn't sure of Rachel's intentions. He thought that their relationship was going in the right direction, but he got the feeling that she wanted to speed things up and he just wasn't ready for that. "For a little bit," he said, "but I really can't stay too long."

"Okay," Rachel said, disappointed. She unlocked the door and they went inside.

After they settled in, they sat on the sofa and listened to classical music on the stereo, mostly Mozart and Rachmaninov. Together, they let the sweet strings of Mozart's violins wash over them and dance through their ears. After a while, Rachel was sprawled on the couch, shoes off and her head on Kevin's lap. His fingers traced her hair along her ears and forehead and eventually found her nose where he tweaked it once or twice. She wiggled her head back and forth to loosen his grip and smiled at him, enjoying his playfulness. They concentrated on the music again, getting lost in each other and the beautiful sounds that enveloped them.

When the last movement was completed, Kevin knew that he needed to leave. "Do you really have to go?" Rachel asked as she lazily sat up next to him.

"Yeah, it's getting late and I have a bit of a drive ahead of me."

"Oh, it's not that far," Rachel countered. "Can't you stay a while longer?"

"No, Rachel, I'm starting to get tired."

"You could stay here," she said, hoping he would stay the night.

"I really don't think I should..."

"Why not? I've got plenty of room."

"I don't know...I really don't think so, Rachel."

Rachel thought to herself for a second. She knew that she shouldn't push it, even though she really wanted Kevin to be in her house that night. She knew that he shouldn't be pushed into anything and she knew that he had reached his limit for that evening. She looked at him and smiled. Slowly, she reached forward, touched his face and kissed him softly. "I just want you to know that you are always welcome to spend the night."

"Okay," he said, looking down. "I'm sorry, Rachel, but I'm just not ready yet."

"That's okay, Kevin, it really is. You were so good to me last night and I just wanted to return the favor, that's all."

Kevin looked relieved. "Maybe next time, okay?"

"Sure."

Rachel walked him to the door, but didn't open it, placing her back against it. She drew him close and kissed him softly and sweetly for several seconds, her arms around his neck. When she opened her eyes, his brown expressive ones were staring back at her.

"Maybe next time," he said softly before he began kissing her, this time a bit stronger and more urgent than he had in the past. His hands found her face and he massaged her cheekbones with his thumbs, moving them in slow, light circles. She ran her fingers through his short brown hair and enjoyed the sweet sensations that were infiltrating her. She longed to be kissed like this for quite a while, to feel her legs get weak and the heat build between her thighs.

Reluctantly and too soon, Kevin's lips slowly parted from hers, leaving her a bit frustrated but feeling oh so good. She hoped that someday that they would go further, a lot further.

"I really should be going," he said quietly, a bit out of breath. He knew that he didn't have much resistance left and if he didn't leave then and there, things might happen and he didn't know if he was ready to go that far with her.

"I know," she whispered as she turned and opened the door for him. He moved past her and stepped onto the porch, looking back at her as she leaned against the corner of the door.

"Is it okay to call you tomorrow?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked.

"Of course you can call me. You don't have to ask."

"Okay," he said, scuffling the ground with the toe of his shoe. "Well, I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow, then."

"Sounds good," she replied, wishing that he didn't have to go. She watched him get into his car and didn't shut the door until he was out of sight.

Kevin thought about her all of the way home, his face plastered with grin that stretched from ear to ear. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to know this woman. She was smart, articulate, and very funny. She challenged him mentally and sparred with him verbally and he was going to have a very difficult time getting her out of his mind when it came time for him to sleep. For someone who didn't want to get close to anyone, his feelings for her were rapidly moving toward intense like. Love was way too strong of a word to describe his feelings. He liked her very, very much and was happy with the way that their relationship was progressing. He sensed her disappointment when he declined her invitation to spend the night and now, he was disappointed too. He regretted saying no to her knowing that there was no sinister plot or ulterior motive on her part when she asked. It was simply a friend asking a friend to stay over. Nothing more. It made him feel good that she thought that much of him that she extended the invitation. He knew that she was as fond of him as he with her, maybe more. The warmth of her touch, the softness of her skin reminded him of how much he missed Annie and her tender kisses. He missed making love, one area where Annie was most loving and giving. Kevin wondered if he and Rachel's relationship would go in that direction. He sensed that it could, given the body language that Rachel exhibited whenever they kissed. He could tell that she was a very passionate, sensual woman who would probably be a wonderful companion in the bedroom. 

It had been a very long time for him and he did miss the closeness and the excitement of being with Annie and sharing himself with her. He missed the soft curves of her breasts and the musky moistness between her silky thighs. Annie had a special scent all her own and his nose and mouth reveled in it. And most of all, he missed falling asleep in Annie's arms afterwards, his head against her naked breast, feeling safe and loved. Teary-eyed, he wondered if he would ever feel that safe and loved again.

It was a few weeks later and Kevin was deep in thought over their dinner date the previous evening. He was getting to the point to where he wanted to be with her every day and was very disappointed when they couldn't get together.

"2 Mary 37," the dispatcher said.

"2 Mary 37," Kevin answered.

"2 Mary 83 requests back up, 200 block of Montgomery. Man with a knife."

"2 Mary 37, clear."

Kevin flipped on his lights but left his siren off and hurried to the location given. He was careful while he went through intersections, blasting his horn to warn cars as he neared them. Most drivers pulled to the right, but some were slow to react. Once through an intersection, Kevin increased his speed. He was on the scene within minutes, coming to a stop behind a cruiser already parked.

He jumped out and looked ahead where he saw an officer with his gun drawn on a man who had a knife held in front of him. He was making slashing motions with knife, wide circular arcs. The officer kept a safe distance, all the while telling the man to drop the knife. Kevin kept his hand on his gun, unfastening the snap with his forefinger as he came behind the officer. He moved to the right, keeping his entire focus on the crazy, wide-eyed man as he continued to menacingly make wide, sweeping slashes with the knife.

"Put the knife down," Kevin said in a quiet, controlled voice. "Put it down. You don't want to hurt anyone," he said as he pulled his Glock from it's holster and held it in front of him.

"No," the man replied, smiling crookedly as he shifted the knife from his left hand to his right, and then back to his left. He moved a few steps forward toward Kevin and slashed at the air with the knife. Kevin moved back a couple of steps out of harms way.

"Come on, buddy, you don't want to do this. Put the knife down and we'll talk about it."

"No." The knife swished through the air. Other police cars arrived at the scene.

"No one's going to hurt you," Kevin said, glancing at the other officer. Unbelievably, the man took this moment to scream and rush Kevin, knife in front of him. He was perhaps twenty five feet away.

"Stop!" was all Kevin could manage to say, his finger on the trigger of his gun. The other officer shouted a warning also, but the man paid no heed to it. He was less than ten feet away when Kevin and the other officer each fired. The man dropped to ground instantly, the knife falling harmlessly to his side with a thud. An angry pool of blood began spilling it's way through the white tee shirt of the man that ceased to live.

It was an early Friday evening when Rachel stepped into her house. She had a long day of collecting data and looking through microscopes and she looked forward to a long bath and a restful evening. She saw the light of the answering machine immediately and thought of Kevin. He almost always left a message for her and she was getting used to them. They were usually sweet and funny and they put a smile on her face. They had supper together at her house the previous night at her house and they planned to go shopping the next day. When they didn't meet, they usually talked on the phone at least once a day. They had been dating for over a month now. She pressed the "play" button and listened in anticipation for another witty remark or comment from him.

"Rachel, it's 5:45. Please, please call me as soon as you can. It's very urgent."

Alarmed at the tone and the urgency of it, Rachel knew that something was terribly wrong. The first thing she thought was that he was injured, but the caller ID showed his number. His number was in Annie's first initial and maiden name in the phone book, thus keeping his address a secret to the general public. But, if he was calling from home, he wasn't hurt enough to be in the hospital. Rachel dialed his number swiftly and he picked up on the first ring.

"Rachel?" he answered.

"Kevin, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," he said, "it's just that...I...damn."

"What Kevin? What's wrong?" she asked, very scared.

"I had to kill someone today..."

"Oh my God," Rachel exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth.

"I didn't want to..."

"How?"

"Can you come over? I'll tell you everything," he pleaded, trying to keep from crying.

"Of course I will. I'll be right over. Are you okay?"

"I...I just don't want to be alone right now."

"I'll be there before you know it."

"Thanks Rachel. I really need you."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks."

Thousands of thoughts were running through her mind as she raced to her bedroom to change clothes. The thought of him actually killing someone sent chills through her. The thought of him being in that much danger scared her beyond belief. It was then that she truthfully realized how dangerous his job really was. The time that she was with him on patrol was a routine day, or so she thought. But, she now knew that no day was routine with him and every call could put his life in danger. She sat down on the bed and began to cry, partly from him having to kill someone, but mostly because she thought about what would happen if she lost him. The fear of being without him just when things were going so well was almost more than she could bear. She knew then that she loved him and desperately wanted him in her life. 

After a few minutes, she composed herself and continued to change clothes. Without giving it a second thought, she placed a pair of pajamas in a plastic bag along with some toiletry items. She was going to stay overnight with him whether he wanted her to or not. She would sleep on his porch if she had to.

She drove quickly , but carefully, to his house. As she pulled into the driveway, Kevin was waiting for her at the door, hands in his pockets. Leaving the bag in the front seat, she slammed the door shut and ran to him, throwing her arms around his upper back and hugging him tight. Nothing was said as he led her into the living room after he shut the door. They held each for the longest time, each just grateful to be together.

"I'm so glad that you're okay," she said, choking on her words slightly. Tears were welling in her eyes from the relief of seeing him. She held his face in her hands and kissed him passionately, hoping that she could somehow erase the pain that he was feeling. He held her close and returned the kiss, brushing aside the tears that were rolling down her face. Kevin led her to the sofa and they sat down before he began to recount the events. He didn't hold back, telling her every phase of what happened right to the point of him pulling the trigger.

"He was DRT," he said, his head bowed. "Both shots were right through the heart."

"What's DRT?" she asked, sniffling, even more scared from truth of the story.

"Dead right there," he said quietly, grimacing.

"Oh," she said as she looked down. She looked back him and sighed. "So, what happens now?"

"Lots of things. There'll be an internal investigation, although it's just routine and I've been told nothing will come of it. The tapes from all of our vehicles will exonerate us from any wrong doing, plus all of the officers that were there will be interviewed. I'm on administrative leave for two weeks and I'll have to see the department's psychologist to make sure that I'm competent to go back on duty. Then, there's the possibility that I'll be sued for his death."

"You've got to be kidding me!" she exclaimed. "How can anyone sue you for this? You had no choice."

"I know, but usually the family will sue when someone is killed. Right, wrong , or indifferent, that's the way it is. The funny thing is, this was the first time that I've ever fired my weapon on duty. Over twenty years on the force and this is the first time! I just can't believe it." He shook his head and sat back into the cushions, staring off into space.

The phone rang and Kevin jumped at the sound. He looked at Rachel, then slowly got up and went to it. He looked at the caller ID before answering. Kevin spoke low and Rachel couldn't make out what he was saying and he hung up quickly. Coming back to the sofa, hands in his pockets, he looked at Rachel sheepishly.

"That was my sergeant checking up on me, making sure I hadn't eaten my gun or something."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, clearly confused.

"Nothing, Rachel, just a little police humor."

"All right," she said softly, seeing no humor in it at all.

"I called Jackie and she wanted to come over, but I told her that you were coming. I think she hates you now," he said, smiling a little.

"Why would she hate me? We've never met." 

Kevin sat down next to her. "I was kidding, Rachel. She doesn't hate you. She's very happy that you're in my life."

"Why are you making jokes? You were almost killed today and you're cracking jokes." She looked down, her hands against her forehead shaking her head back and forth.

"Rachel," he said, "I have to joke about this otherwise I'd go crazy. I see so much destruction and depravity everyday. If I didn't joke about it, I doubt that I could handle it for much longer. It's a stress relief for me. It's a stress relief for all of us. We have to joke about it. Don't you have inside jokes about your job that other people might not understand?"

Rachel nodded, "But, it's nothing like this."

"Is my job like yours?"

"No."

"Then, I guess it would be hard to understand. Annie didn't understand for quite a while, either."

Rachel nodded again and laid her head against his shoulder. She didn't feel like joking. This was much too serious to be joking and she didn't like it that Kevin was making light of it. Didn't he know how much he meant to her? She was so glad that he wouldn't be allowed to work for two weeks. She didn't know if she could stand the thought of him on the road again. She wouldn't have a minutes rest worrying about him.

Kevin wrapped his arms around her, hoping to ease her mind. He knew that she was upset, but he didn't know what else to do. Police work and it's humor were new to her and he felt that she would understand in time. Hopefully, the administrative investigation of the shooting would be swift and they would be exonerated and he could go back to work without delay. He knew that he needed to get back to work as soon as possible before he got gun shy and was unable to do his job. He had heard that it had happened to other officers who had shot someone and he didn't want it to happen to him. Rachel kicked off her shoes, stretched her legs, and nestled into his chest. He kissed her softly on her forehead and brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes.

"Thanks for coming over," he murmured. "I really need you. I feel better with you here."

"I'm glad you called me. I would have been really, really upset if you hadn't." She moved her arms around to his back and hugged him tightly. "You mean so much to me!" she said softly.

Kevin sighed quietly at her revelation and took it at face value. He looked down at her and smiled, knowing that he was starting to fall in love with her. He liked her from the start, even from their first phone call and he felt that it was okay to start loving her. He wasn't there yet, but he wasn't afraid to let it happen, wasn't afraid to let his feelings show for her. Kevin had lost one love in his life and he realized how lucky he was to have found another lovely person.




Class Reunion



Note to readers: This is a little different than my usual stuff. Please let me know what you think. This was definitely inspired by my high school English teacher. Too bad we never had a class reunion though...

Terri Simmons studied the covers of the two romance novels she held, totally oblivious to what was going on around her in the bookstore. She frowned with indecision, trying to decide which of the books she was going to buy. One of them had the steamiest picture she had seen on a romance novel, with the heroine's breast thrust up impudently, and the hero's hand poised at her neckline, ready to expose her succulent flesh. Terri's pussy was getting wet just looking at the picture.

However, the other book had a more promising storyline. A young virgin, captured by her family's arch enemy and held in his fortress, forced to submit to his passion...how could Terri resist a teaser like that? She felt the telltale tightening in the pit of her belly at the thought of being seduced by a sexy, powerful man, and she released a shaky breath. Decisions, decisions...

"Find anything you like there Terri?"

Terri jumped from the unexpected interruption, but even more from the husky tenor of the voice that had whispered the question in her ear. She dropped one of the books as she whirled to face Mr. Ash, her former high school English teacher. Her face flamed.

"Mr. Ash! What a surprise to see you here." She pasted a bright smile on her face.

The twinkle in his eyes and the smile that flirted with the corners of his mouth told her that he knew she was embarrassed. He knelt to retrieve the book she had dropped, and he couldn't resist surreptitiously scanning her legs. She was wearing a short skirt that came to mid thigh, and her exposed ankles, calves, knees and lower thighs were curvy perfection. In his mind's eye, he pictured those legs wrapped around his waist while he plundered her tight pussy...he was getting hard just thinking about it. He forced his thoughts back to the present as he stood up to hand her the book.

Terri's blush burned even brighter as Mr. Ash studied the cover of the book she had dropped. It was the book with the erotic picture, and Terri wanted to melt into the floor. She had had a crush on Mr. Ash all through high school, and even three years later, she still fantasized about him. More often than not, it was him she thought about while she stroked herself to climax in her lonely apartment.

Terri hadn't been the only girl in her high school to have a crush on him. Most of the girls in her school had drooled over Mr. Ash, with his tight fitting jeans that lovingly hugged a perfect butt. Every time he turned his back to write on the blackboard, the girls in his class would crane their necks to get a better look. They had nicknamed him Mr. Ass.

Of course, his perfect ass was part of a totally appealing package. At the age of twenty five, he had been the youngest teacher in their school. His body was lean and muscular, and he had the most startling sky blue eyes. His hair was tawny gold and just a bit too long for a proper teacher. The ends curled over the collar of his shirt, and Terri had often fantasized about running her fingers through those wavy locks at his nape.

Mr. Ash raised an amused brow as he handed the book back to her. His grin was the epitome of sexy. "Interesting read you've chosen Terri. I see I wasn't able to inspire a burning love of literature in you."

His tone was clearly teasing, and Terri found herself returning his smile. He had no idea that he had inspired lots of burning love in her, just not for literature! She looked up at him with a shrug.

"Well, you know, it's good to be interested in a variety of genres. Shakespeare and Thoreau are fine and good for an afternoon's entertainment, but they're not the greatest choices for bedtime companions."

Mr. Ash considered her statement, his cock twitching at the thought of her needing a bedtime companion. A woman like her shouldn't have to go to bed with a book. He had been attracted to her since she had been a sophomore in his class, but he had never acted on his inappropriate urges. He hadn't forgotten her since though, and he had always wondered what had become of his sexiest student.

Seeing her now, at the age of twenty one, he thought she looked sexier than ever. Her dark blonde hair was gathered into a casual knot and held with a clip, and her brown eyes were definitely the bedroom variety. Her full lips by themselves were enough to inspire naughty fantasies, not to mention those perfect, pert breasts filling out her t-shirt...he had to get a grip on his imagination, or he was going to embarrass himself.

"I was just about to grab some lunch. Would you like to join me Terri?" He found himself holding his breath for her answer.

Terri's smile widened as she looked up at him. "I would love to Mr. Ash."

He laughed with pleasure. "You know, I'm not your teacher anymore. You can call me Brian if you like."

Terri nodded. "Okay Brian. Lead the way." Terri set both novels on the shelf and turned to walk away.

"I thought you were going to buy one of those books," Brian said.

"I changed my mind," Terri said with a shrug. She didn't mention that seeing him had provided her with enough bedtime fantasy material to last months. She wouldn't need a romance novel for a while!

They walked to a nearby Greek café, chatting about the events of the past three years since they had seen each other. They were both a bit surprised to realize that they were completely at ease in each other's company. Over a lunch of calamari, salad and wine, Terri told him about her adventures in university, and Brian asked lots of questions, obviously interested.

"So I only have one more semester to go before I graduate. Then, I will have to find a great job so I can pay off my student loan!"

Brian raised his wineglass to salute her, and there was a twinkle in his eye. "Ah, here's to student loans!" They both drank, and he set his glass down. "Don't worry too much about it. I know from personal experience that you pay it off sooner than you expect. Especially once you get a job as a computer programmer. They make good money."

"I hope so," Terri laughed. "I'm counting on all my hard work to pay off. What about you? Are you still teaching at Gordon High?"

"No, I stopped teaching about two years ago," Brian replied. He was distracted as he watched a piece of calamari disappear into her luscious mouth...he suddenly realized she had said something. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I asked what you are doing now," Terri repeated, briefly wondering about the dreamy look on his face.

"Well, I've had a few books published, and now I'm a full time author."

"No way! Really?" Terri's enthusiasm was flattering.

Brian laughed and nodded. "Yeah. I really like it, being able to work on my own schedule, no commute, no school board politics to deal with."

"That is so cool!" Terri said with a smile. "What kind of books do you write?"

Brian looked down at his plate. A wicked grin was threatening, but he tried hard to keep a straight face. He was not entirely successful as he met her eye. "I write romance novels."

Terri choked on her salad and grabbed her glass of water. It was several moments before her sputtering subsided and she met his amused stare. "You're joking right?"

"No really, I'm serious. I write under the pen name of Brianna Ashton. Maybe you've seen some of my books?"

Terri could only give a weak nod as she reeled from shock. She had not only seen his books, she had every one of them at home beside her bed. He was, in fact, her favorite author, although Terri had always thought he was a she. Her mind raced, as she realized that all his books had a theme of a strong, sexy man who couldn't resist the lure of a younger woman. Of course, the characters always ended up having hot, steamy sex. Not surprisingly, her favorite of his books was about a teacher who seduced one of his students...a young, pretty blonde with brown eyes.

Terri could feel her pussy soaking her panties, and she shifted on her chair. "I can't believe I'm sitting here having lunch with my favorite author. I've read every one of your books."

Brian's cheeks flushed with surprised pleasure. "I'm flattered."

"How do you come up with your inspiration?" Terri asked.

She placed another bite of calamari on her tongue, licking her upper lip to remove a bit of the sauce. She noticed that his eyes watched the golden morsel disappear before he responded.

Brian gave a casual shrug as he answered. "Oh, from different things that I've experienced or fantasized about. I think it's best to write about things you know."

"That makes sense," Terri replied. "Are you working on another novel now? I would love to read an excerpt."

Brian laughed. "As a matter of fact, I am. If you're seriously interested, I'll give you my number and you can drop by sometime when you have time."

Oh, she was interested all right! That was the understatement of the year.

"How about today? I'm free for the rest of the day, if you've got time to show me your stuff."

"Alright," Brian murmured.

He could feel his pulse beginning to race at the thought of having Terri in his house. He definitely wanted to show her his stuff, but he wasn't thinking about his writing. If she only knew how many times he had dreamed about having sex with her, she would be shocked. It was a challenge to stay focused on the conversation as they finished their meal, but he managed.

**********

Brian gave her a ride to his house. He lived in a gorgeous, modern two-storey, tucked away in the woods. As they drove down the lane dappled in early afternoon sunlight, Terri admired her surroundings.

"This is lovely, Brian. Have you lived here long?"

"Just two years. When my first book went into its third printing, I finally had enough money to buy this place. I've got the house and about thirty acres. I like the isolation, but the house is close enough to town that I can go in whenever I want."

He pulled his pickup to a stop in front of his house and led her inside. Terri looked around, smiling at the tasteful décor. "This is lovely. You have really good taste."

She turned and caught him eyeing her legs, and she secretly smiled. She was very glad that she had decided to wear a sexy red lace bra and matching thong panties beneath her clothes. The thought suddenly occurred to her that her love of sexy lingerie had been inspired by the novels of one Brianna Ashton! They always contained at least one scene where the hero gets to enjoy the sight of the heroine dressed in her underwear. Her panties were getting wetter by the minute...

"Thank you," Brian smiled. "I like it. Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure, whatever you're having."

Terri followed him into the kitchen, admiring the view of his delectable ass as he walked. Her fingers fairly itched to squeeze those firm butt cheeks...

"Is water with lime okay?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"Sounds great."

Terri watched as he dropped ice cubes into two tall glasses. He dug a lime out of the crisper and sliced off a few pieces. As he squeezed the lime over the ice, Terri felt her nipples beginning to tingle. What would it feel like to have his fingers on her breast? She cleared her throat a little nervously as he poured sparkling water into the glasses and handed one to her.

"Thanks," she smiled, watching him over the rim of her glass as she took a sip. "So, do you have an office here that you use for your writing?"

"Yeah, it's upstairs."

He led her through the living room, past a huge picture window that looked out onto a backyard deck, pool and hot tub.

"Wow, this is really beautiful," Terri said sincerely. "It must be great to have your own pool on these hot summer days."

"Yeah, I do enjoy it. Plus, it's great with the backyard being so private. I don't have to worry about nosey neighbors if I want to sunbathe in the nude."

Terri nearly moaned at the mental image of him nude, slathered in oil, but she managed to subdue the urge.

She followed him up a flight of stairs to a landing that looked down below. As they walked down a hallway, they passed a massive bedroom, and Terri peeked inside. There was a king size bed, and the sheets were rumpled. Her belly tightened at the thought of him naked between those sheets.

His office was at the end of the hall, and it had large windows on two sides that allowed in an abundance of light. Brian flipped on a computer and motioned for her to sit down in the office chair. He leaned over her shoulder and his arm brushed along hers as he reached for the mouse.

"Let me just open up the folder...here we go."

He glanced down and nearly drooled at the sight of her full breasts and the dark valley in between. Even when he'd been her teacher, he had always fantasized about her lusciously full breasts. He knew she would have beautiful pert nipples, because he had seen the outline of them through her shirt many times. In fact, he could see their outline right now, and from this angle, he could see the edge of her bra. Was that red lace? His imagination went wild.

"What is the title?" Terri asked, glancing up at him.

Brian quickly met her eye. He wasn't sure if she had noticed the direction of his gaze, but he flushed slightly.

"The title? Oh, I'm not sure yet. It will probably be something along the lines of 'Class Reunion'. The final say will be up to the publisher."

"That sounds intriguing," Terri said with a grin. "What's the basic plot?"

Brian's flush grew even darker, but he managed to meet her stare. "Well, it's about a teacher who meets his former student at a class reunion. They hit it off and one thing leads to another...you know."

"Can I read one of the sex scenes?" Terri inquired, with a laugh.

"Well, I haven't really finished the first sex scene yet. I've kind of run into writer's block lately."

"Hmmm, well can I see what you've written so far?"

"Only if you promise not to laugh," he said, grinning down at her.

"You have my word, I won't laugh."

Laughter was the furthest thing from Terri's mind at that moment. She was more concerned about not soaking through her skirt. She held her breath as Brian leaned over her once more and clicked open a file. He scrolled down a few pages and clicked the curser to show her where the sex scene started.

"There you go. This is the first time the main characters are about to get laid. Tell me what you think."

Brian pulled up another chair and sat slightly behind and to her left as Terri began to read. At first, it was difficult for her to concentrate with him watching her. She could almost feel his eyes on her like a caress, and her skin began to heat. However, after a few minutes, she became totally engrossed in what she was reading.

He truly was a talented writer, and the characters he had created seemed to come to life. Terri was unaware of it, but as she read, she became increasingly aroused. Her lips parted slightly, her nipples hardened into tight buds that were clearly visible under her shirt, and she squirmed unconsciously on her seat. Brian couldn't help but smile as he watched her reactions. Damn she was sexy!

He watched her hand manipulate the mouse, and his mouth went dry. She seemed to caress it, her finger rolling smoothly over the ball. He squirmed in his own chair as he thought about her dainty little hand rolling smoothly over his balls...

"This is wonderful, Brian. But what an odd place to stop writing," she mused thoughtfully, finally turning to face him. "You were right to the best part, when he's about to take her, and you just stopped. Why?"

Brian cleared his throat and looked up at her a bit sheepishly from beneath his brows. "Well, I'm having a hard time trying to figure out the positioning."

Terri frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I can't decide what position she wants him to fuck her in. What do you think would be best?"

Terri's pulse was suddenly hammering, and she felt an overwhelming tightening in the pit of her belly. She swiveled her chair around to face him, and her legs brushed against his. It seemed thirty degrees hotter in the room.

"I guess that depends on how big his cock is," she whispered in a sultry voice. Her eyes dropped suggestively to his lap, and she could see the large outline of his very hard erection.

"I'd say it's bigger than average," Brian said softly. "Since her pussy's so tight, she's likely going to have a hard time taking him all in."

"Hmmm," Terri said thoughtfully. "Then it's probably best for her to be on top, so she can control the penetration and give herself time to stretch."

Terri stood up and straddled his hips, lowering herself onto his lap. Her skirt was too short and too tight for this position, and it rode up high on her hips, revealing her lacy red thong panties.

"You know, something like this," she murmured.

Terri could feel his rock hard cock bulging beneath her, and she gave him a seductive smile as she opened her thighs wide, giving him a better view. Brian grasped her hips, taking the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her damp crotch. There was a growing patch of moisture showing on her panties, and he could smell her musky scent.

"Do you think he should completely undress her first, or just make love to her with her clothes on?"

As he asked the question, Brian was sliding her t-shirt up over her breasts. He whisked it over her head, leaving her upper body in just a lacy red bra. Her nipples were clearly visible, and the way they peeked through the gauzy lace made him painfully hard. It took only a flick of his hand to release the clip in her hair, and it tumbled in golden waves down around her shoulders.

Terri was finding it hard to talk, but she managed in a breathy whisper as his hands cupped her breasts and began squeezing her nipples. "I think after not seeing each other for several years, they would be too impatient to completely undress. I think she would just be desperate to have him inside her. She's probably been dreaming about him for years."

"I'm sure he's had his fair share of fantasies about her too. It probably drove him wild when she was his student, and he couldn't have her."

Brian pulled her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it hard, through her bra. He grazed his teeth over the tip, and she moaned. Her head fell backward in surrender, and she arched to press her breast more fully into his lovely hot mouth.

"And would she be terribly wet for him, do you think?" Brian asked, still feasting on her tit.

"Umm, yes definitely. Her panties would be soaked through." Terri's reply came out as a guttural groan.

Brian's hand cruised down to her pussy, and he explored her swollen folds as he switched to her other breast. She was so wet that they could both hear the slurping sound of his fingers caressing her. Brian grasped the crotch of her flimsy panties and pulled it aside, slipping one finger deep inside her.

Good lord, she was tight and wet! Brian almost shot his load right then, feeling the muscles of her pussy clamp down onto his finger. He released her nipple and watched her face as he stroked her hot little pussy. His thumb raked across her clit, and he slipped another finger in beside the first. Terri moaned and rocked her hips against his hand, her eyes closed in concentration.

"How can he be sure that this is really what she wants?" Brian asked her.

Terri's eyes fluttered open to lock with his, and she smiled. "She would show him, of course. Like this."

In one graceful move, she rose from his lap and knelt between his legs. Meeting his eye, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his beautiful, hard cock. Her eyes widened when she saw the size of him. He was at least ten inches long and broader around than her wrist. Her pussy twitched in anticipation of being stretched to accommodate him.




Class Reunion



Terri licked the underside of his cock, seeing Brian shiver. Her tongue explored every vein and crevice, tasting the drops of pre-cum that leaked out of the tip. She took him into her mouth and gradually worked him down her throat. He tasted divine, a mixture of salty and sweet, and she moaned with delight. It was heaven hearing his groans and sighs after all the years when she had dreamed about this, and she worshipped his penis as he leaned further back in his chair.

Brian held on as long as he could, loving the feeling of her velvet mouth on his cock. He couldn't resist stroking his fingers through her silky hair. She used her tongue to tease him, and her hair brushed against his groin with each downward stroke. She looked so beautiful. She was giving him the most mind-numbing blowjob he had ever had, and he could feel sweat beginning to run down between his shoulder blades as he tried to delay cumming. When he couldn't wait any longer, he groaned out a warning.

"Terri, I'm about to cum," he managed through gritted teeth.

Terri could feel the tension mounting in his penis, and she sucked all the harder. Suddenly, ropes of hot gooey cum were shooting down her throat, and she had to struggle to swallow fast enough. Even as his tremors began to subside, she could feel hers growing, as a massive orgasm began to roll through her. She slipped her mouth off his cock and laid her cheek beside it in his lap as she groaned with pleasure, waves of pleasure wracking her slender body.

Brian lifted her and carried her to a nearby couch. He laid her down and shed his underwear and jeans and tossed them on a nearby chair. Terri sucked in a breath as she caught her first glimpse of his perfect, naked, mouthwatering ass. It definitely surpassed her expectations. His shirt and shoes quickly followed, and when he turned back to her, he was naked.

Brian knelt on the floor between her thighs. He grinned down at her and caressed the insides of her thighs as he eased them open. Her panties were soaked through, and he could see her juices beginning to run down her legs.

"You know that after she had given him such a thorough blowjob, he would have to express his gratitude by returning the favor." As he spoke, Brian slipped her panties off and held them to his nose, inhaling deeply of her scent. "He's always known his hot little student would smell and taste delicious."

Terri could only manage a strangled moan as she allowed him to pull her hips to the edge of the couch. Brian looped her knees over his shoulders and began to make love to her pussy. He used his lips, tongue and teeth to tantalize her, as he tasted every intimate fold. His fingers came into play, parting her wet lips so he could penetrate her with his hot tongue.

Terri was on the verge of insanity, moaning and writhing as she threaded her fingers into his hair. Of all the times when she had masturbated while thinking of him, none of her experiences had even come close to this. Brian seemed to know her body better than she did, and he alternated between tormenting and soothing her tender flesh. He kept her always on the edge, but he wouldn't let her reach orgasm as he pressed her relentlessly higher.

Brian was having a hard time controlling himself as he feasted on her gorgeous pussy. He had never dreamed he would have a chance to enjoy Terri's beautiful young body. Maybe it was because she had inspired all his fantasies for years, but he couldn't get enough of her.

"Please...please let me cum," she moaned, writhing helplessly before him.

Brian sensed that she couldn't stand any more, and he suckled sharply on her clit while plunging two fingers deep inside her to find her sensitive pleasure point. Terri's orgasm was so strong, she nearly crushed his head between her thighs, but Brian didn't mind, as he greedily lapped up her gushing fluid. She tasted even better than he had imagined.

Her thighs finally relaxed, and Brian sat back on his heels to enjoy the view. Terri was sprawled in front of him with her lax legs draped over his shoulders, her pussy widely splayed, and her gorgeous heaving breasts encased in red, see-through lace. He grinned, thinking he must be in heaven.

Terri's eyes fluttered open again and she returned his grin. She sat up on her elbows and peered down at his cock. It was standing proudly erect, and her mouth watered at the sight.

"We still haven't solved your writer's block," she pointed out with a naughty smile. "We really should explore the different positions that your characters could use to fit his massive cock into her tiny little pussy."

Brian hooked his hands under her armpits and slid her off the couch, settling her astride his hips on the floor. His hands slid down to cup her bottom, and he kneaded the ripe globes as he nibbled on her breasts.

"I liked that suggestion you had earlier, where the student is on the teacher's lap. Should I have them try it?"

Instead of answering with words, Terri reached down between her thighs and guided his erection to her entrance. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she sank down, slowly impaling herself onto his rigid cock. The feeling was unbelievable! Her pussy had never felt so full, and she moaned her approval before beginning to move on him.

Brian gripped her waist as she rode him with slow, undulating movements. Terri didn't simply rise and fall on his cock. Instead, she used her hips and thighs to move her so that her pussy caressed his entire length. With each downward plunge, she took him so deep that he could feel the head of his penis probing her womb. He reached behind her to unfasten her bra, and it sprang free, releasing her gorgeous breasts.

He filled his hands with the luscious mounds, enjoying the weight of them as he squeezed her nipples. Her pussy contracted around him, and she arched her back, riding him faster. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, and she moaned with delight.

They couldn't get enough of each other, stroking and panting as their bodies strained to get even closer. Terri had only had sex with two other men, but neither of them had stimulated her to this kind of passion. Brian had enjoyed more than his fair share of women, but he couldn't remember ever enjoying sex like this.

Their tension grew until they were both mindless with need. Finally, Brian squeezed hard on Terri's tender nipples as he thrust deep inside her. She screamed, and the walls of her pussy clamped down hard on his cock as another orgasm possessed her. Brian was just a heartbeat behind her, and he fired his semen deep into her pussy, enjoying the way her body milked every drop out of him.

They collapsed to the floor in a sweaty heap, and Brian held Terri against his side as they both struggled to slow their breathing down. Neither of them had felt this satisfied before, and they lay for a long time, just enjoying the sensations as their bodies cooled.

Finally, Terri rose up on one elbow and grinned down at Brian. Her eyes were twinkling as they met his.

"So, is that all there is to your story? The teacher and his former student happen to meet, they have fantastic, incredible sex, and that's the end?"

Brian gave her a heart-stopping smile as he lifted her to lie on top of him. "No way. That's the introduction chapter, angel. We still have to figure out the rest of their story."

Terri wriggled on top of him, bending to give him a passionate kiss. She released his lips and gave him a sexy smile. "I think in the next chapter, they should have sex in the pool."

"Anything you say, angel. You're definitely my muse."



Class Reunion



Tom and Kelly sat next to each other on his couch. It was almost midnight now, and their 10 year high school class reunion was over. It was his first time seeing her since she went away to France to go to college, and he couldn't get over all the old feelings rushing back.

Back in high school they used to hang out all the time, which was kind of wierd. Kelly was one of the popular girls - a straight A student, in the choir and band, a cheerleader her freshman year, and prom queen her senior year. Tom was kind of a joker and had a lot of friends but wasn't especially good in school and wasn't especially handsome. She was just 6' tall, blonde, very thin, and beautiful with a perfect 36C-26-38 figure. Tom was 5'7", a bit on the scrawny side, and a little cute but not handsome in any way by conventional standards.

But somehow in math class sophomore year they hit it off. She had been forced to pair up with him for a study group, and over the weeks they became good friends, sitting on his couch, studying Algebra, and later everything together.

Tom had always had a crush on her, but Kelly was always with one or another boyfriend so he'd never made his move. He dated some over the years but Kelly had always been in the back of his mind, his secret missed chance. His lost love.

Now she was here, back in town, sitting on his couch with him. They had had a lot to drink, and as she leaned back to catch her breath her tits pressed against the thin fabric of her white tanktop. She had often worn something like that in high school, and now that she'd changed out of her evening gown and into jeans and the tanktop it made the scene feel perfect.

She leaned forward again now, and looked into Tom's eyes with a grin. "You remember that time? At the pool party."

"Hm? What do you ... mean?" Tom stammered, turning red instantly. Of course he remembered.

"You know, when we were playing tag in the pool, and Lisa accidentally yanked off your trunks. You were so cute then."

"I guess I was kind of a late bloomer, you know?" He blushed more, remembering the surprised smile on her face at the party back then. She'd only seen it for a second, but she'd definitely seen how tiny his penis was.

"Yeah, you did get a little taller after that. But not much. Hold on, stand up," she said, standing herself. She wobbled a little and the icecubes in her glass made a clinking noise.

He looked up at her. Kelly was so beautiful, and she had a look on her face like he'd never seen before. Playful ... but with a hint of desire in her eyes. He stood up in front of her.

She towered over him, as usual. She stood there, looking down, then ran her hand from the top of his head to where it lined up next to her chin.

"I don't think you've changed at all, actually. No bigger. But hopefully not much smaller."

She glanced down at him and paused, then a second later planted her lips on his and gave him a long, deep kiss. It was what he'd always wanted, he thought, as he sank into her warm kiss. He felt the firmness of her breasts pressing into his stomache, and the hardness of his cock pushing against her leg.

In a second, she had him on the couch, taking him down easily, and kneeled in front of him. Kelly gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then leaned back and slid off her top. An instant later, she let her strapless bra fall to the floor. Her breasts were incredible. Tom was dumbfounded by the suddenness, but didn't resist as her hands deftly went to work on his belt and jeans.

As Kelly undid his pants, he decided to go on the offense also and slid off her pants and black panties. A thin triangle of light brown hair highlighted her pussy, and with a slight touch of his fingertips he could feel she was already wet.

She stopped to accept his warm touch, then bent down to finish getting his jeans off. With her hands on the top of his briefs she paused, his hardness clearly visible through the white cloth, then she pulled them down with a jerk.

When she saw it she let out a faint gasp. "Are you sure you didn't get any smaller. It's just - it's so tiny." She may have seemed shocked and amused, but she still wanted him. Even as she giggled aloud with a big smile her right hand was on his cock, gently wrapping her thumb and 2 fingers around it, softly stroking the tiny 3 inch stub of a penis.

Just as she could see he was really enjoying it, she bent in to whisper in his ear. "I always wanted to try this with a little tiny cock like yours." And she lowered her head and slid her soft lips over the length of his shaft. She never took it all in, but only played with his little cock, licking the base, sliding her mouth up and down the length of it in kisses, then looked up into his face with a big grin.

"I guess some things never change." She leaned in close, now clenching his cock and sliding up and down with her firm grip. "You'll always be my tiny little math buddy."

With that she jerked his body forward to the edge of the couch and squatted on top of him, sitting almost with her knees on the couch, and pushed her body next to him. Tom almost had to lean forward to reach with his pelvis, but in a second his cock was inside Kelly's warm pussy. Into her, she shoved him. She took him all in.

She sat atop him, so big, so full, her firm round tits in his face and her wide hips slid up and down. His cock looked incredibly small, poking up into her. It was incredibly small – but she was able to pull it all into her. Pull it into the soft wetness of her body. With each stroke he bit his lips in ecstasy and she moved her head left to right.

He knew now that she'd wanted it as much as he had. He slid his hips forward, extending his length, sliding it into her. She looked at him, eyes big now, and let out a faint sigh. "Oh, fuck me, do it. Do it." She almost whispered to him, massaging his shoulders and pushing him left or right just a little to keep him in the right position. "Ohhhh, mmmmhh." She let out a whimper.

Then as he pushed into her more, deeper, and with slower longer stroked, he felt it building up. He looked into her eyes and saw he expression change. She could feel it. She was tightening her grip, with her legs but also with her hips, pussy, and arms. Her body tightened around him in every way. The grip of her muscles on his cock was incredible. She was the tallest, biggest woman he'd been with, but she felt like a vise clamping onto his dick.

With one last push, he shot up into her and clenched her body to his. She screamed out, and leaned back, her hips convulsing with each spasm of pleasure. She could feel him shoot into her, and with each pulse an electric finger of pleasure raced from her pussy up her spine.

This was it. This was their moment of perfection. Afterwards, she leaned back into the soft leather of the soft, sitting next to him. He lit her cigarette and took a hit from it himself. They sat naked there staring forward, but occasionally stealing a peak at each other's bodies. Hers wet with sweat, chest heaving. His body more muscular than she'd imagined, but also much less immature in one way than any man she'd ever seen before. She couldn't believe the tiny penis that had shrank down to nothing now had given her this much pleasure. She wrapped a pinkie around it, and they sat like that, holding each other and toying with each other's tingling bodies all night.



Class Reunion



My hand is firm on the back of your neck. The chilly fall rain licks against the panes, as your hard nipples press into the glass of the elevator wall.

Your head turns to the side and your ear picks up the sounds of the party below. Your breath fogs the glass as you pant.

You try to turn to look back, but I press you forward. This is my show, and the puppet dances only when her string is pulled.

"Ass out."

You widen our stance, thrusting your hips backward. Your hands reach behind you to hike up your skirt.

"Show me the plug."

You pull your lacy panties aside to reveal the black rubber nub protruding from your asshole.

With a low growl I grab the panties and rip them, the material biting cruelly into your tender cleft before the cloth tears.

You close your eyes, your pulse quickening as you hear someone pressing the elevator button repeatedly. The EMERGENCY STOP button is depressed. The doors won't open unless I want them to. Yet you shudder as you wonder whether this show is just for me, or I'm going to let your secret out.

After all, what would people think? You can imagine the comments the bitchy ex-cheerleaders would make to their ex-athlete never-will-be husbands, "Guess who I saw at the class reunion? You remember her... kinda quiet. Always sat in middle of class. She was in a club or something. Anyway...we caught her naked in the elevator and some guy was fucking her!"

You're not sure if it's that thought or my fingers tapping on the plug in your ass that makes you moan slightly.

We've played with your ass before, mostly with fingers and slim toys. It isn't like this is the first time I've taken your ass...tonight however I wanted to test your limits, so following my instructions you slid a black rubberized plug in, with a small screw cap on the end. You were curious about its function -- perhaps you could fill it with hot water? Or cold -- the mere thought of an ice dildo in your ass making you shiver uneasily.

The small cap makes a loud echo as it drops to the floor of the elevator. My jacket rustles and you watch my ghost in the mirror remove a small hose. It looks like vaguely like a blood pressure cuff.

A moment later your eyes widen as you realize what is inside you.

"Sir...?" you begin to inquire as the plug in your ass wiggles as I fasten the nozzle.

"Yes, slut?"

"Are you..." you falter.

"...are you going to make that plug inflate in my ass?"

"No..." I chuckle dryly and you breathe a sigh of relief.

"YOU are."

Your legs tremble and your eyes pinch shut. You let out a soft whimper and clap your fingers to your palm with your free hand.

"Give it to me..."

When I don't respond, you correct yourself.

"Please. Sirrr." you request with a tinge of sarcasm.

I drop place the rubber bulb in your hand and wrap your fingers around it, noting how beautifully you've manicured your nails. No detail left unattended -- trimmed pussy, perfect fingers and toes, prim prom dress on the outside, three-beer slut panties underneath. You always seem to know just the right balance of submission and defiance to make me sated yet hungry for more.

My throbbing cock finds the entrance to your pussy. I rest the tip against your lips where it throbs hotly. A rivulet of pre-cum trickles from the tip to join with your wetness... the river of my lust running to your sea.

My hand is firm against the back of your neck as my fingers curl into your hip. I ease forward, sliding deep into you, gliding through your rippling core until I feel your soft lips gently touch the base of my shaft.

Your fingers twitch and the glass fogs with your breath. I hold you still, enjoying the feeling of my cock floating free inside you.

Knocking on the elevator door brings me back to the moment.

"You sure love my pussy, don't you?" you whisper, knowing the answer.

"It's not just your pussy." I smirk, giving the bulb in your hand a squeeze.

You gasp and swat at me with your hand.

"Very funny. Now are you going to fuck me or what?" You taunt.

I growl my response, and grab your hair.

Pistoning my hips I slam into you hard, yanking your head back with each stroke. Each time I slide home, I squeeze the ball inflating the plug a fraction. By the third stroke you need no coaching. You begin to pump in time with my thrusts.

You groan with each thrust, your wetness beginning to overflow as your nipples bang and flatten against the glass walls. The plug in your ass is starting to feel large now. Originally it felt like just a finger. Then two fingers. Then four.

Your breathing quickens as you feel warmth spreading down from your stomach. Blood flowing from your torso to your abdomen, your body diverting resources to where they are most wanted. Your thighs tremble and your hips begin to roll.

You can feel your orgasm building...

Each pump stretching your asshole a bit wider...

Each stroke of my cock plowing your pussy a little deeper...

Climbing the rungs frantically to the top of the ladder before you...

...fall..

Your legs give out as you squeeze the pump hard, your ass burning as your pussy contracts. You wail against the glass and pound it with your fist... your stretched ass and roiling cunt the epicenter of your quaking body.

My strong arms wrap around your waist catching you, holding you as you ride the lightning.

Leaning back heavily, you turn to look at me with bleary eyes.

I unscrew the cap on the plug, causing it to deflate with a soft sigh. It sounds disappointed, reluctant to give up the task of gaping your ass.

My hand covers your pussy, squeezing it possessively. I slide my middle and ring fingers inside, wiggling them slowly to feel your wetness.

You sigh contently before biting your lip as my cock slides into your poor, abused hole. You spread your legs wide to accommodate the intrusion. I tug your hips upward and kick your feet together, growling as I feel your ass tighten.

My free hand wraps around your throat, restricting your air. You gasp and shudder as I use your cunt as a handle to pull you back and forth, impaling you on my steely shaft. My pace increases again as your ass struggles to accommodate my thrusts. The coarse friction rubs your dainty clit against my fingers.

Fireflies dance at the edge of your vision as I explode into you... hot jets of cum spraying deep inside. You gasp and claw at my wrist, trying to loosen my hold. I relax my grip enough to turn your head so my tongue can stab at yours as my seed fills you. You pant heavily as our tongues wrestle, squeezing your ass to compliment the pulse of my throbbing cock.

Reluctantly I release you. You straighten your body, stooping to place the plug and pump in your purse. Glancing at your reflection in the mirror, you straighten your dress and adjust your makeup nonchalantly.

I zip up then glance us over satisfied that we look acceptable before releasing the emergency stop.

The door slides open to reveal a ring of clustered guests startled to see us. The bitchy ex-cheerleader leads the pack.

You smile sweetly at them, then step forward. I cough to catch your attention, glancing downward and nodding subtly to draw your attention to the cum that is starting to drip down the back of one graceful thigh.

You shake your head and smirk.

"Can't leave a mess..." you advise the cheerleader, pausing next to her to scoop the errant seed from your leg and into your mouth before strutting past.

You'll savor her look of shock and disgust for years... but the delicious look of hunger on her husband's face will last forever.