4 comments/ 11927 views/ 6 favorites Reunions Fun By: Litereading Thursday Twenty-nine years ago, I was lucky enough to get admitted to a prestigious university in the eastern US. You'd know the name if I told you. The school's colors and mascot and marching band are pretty distinctive, too. Twenty-five years ago I graduated and left that world behind. But every few years I go back. My university is famous for its reunions. Every year, at the end of May and the beginning of June, alumni from all over the world return for a huge four-day party. There's lots of food and alcohol and it's great to see the old gang again. Of course, the university's real goal is to extract money from us in the form of large donations, but I don't mind. I'm pretty well off, so I'm happy to write them a five-figure check now and then. The major reunions are the ones that end in 5 or 0: the 10th, the 35th, the 50th, and so forth. Some people come back for the "off-year" reunions, like the 17th, but not that many. But the biggest of all is the 25th. By the time reunions start, most of the students are gone, except for the graduating seniors. Their graduation ceremony is right after reunions are over. And there are always a few freshmen, sophomores, and juniors who stick around to work the reunions. They're the bartenders and the waitresses and the work crews. All of my sophomore year roommates had returned for our 25th reunion. Even Rick was there. Back in the day, Rick was a good-looking track star with dark hair and a broad chest. While I was a nerd who struggled to attract a girlfriend, Rick left a trail of beautiful women with broken hearts behind him. I particularly remember one fantastic redheaded coed who had really noisy sex with him almost every night in January of 1989. The walls were so thin, none of us could help but hear exactly what was going on. We even made a drinking game out of it. Whenever she screamed, "I'm coming!" we had to take a drink ... and we were all pretty drunk that term. They fucked so often that Rick couldn't concentrate on his studies and he ended up flunking out. She didn't; she graduated and I hear she's a minister now. Well, that was 25 years ago. Today I'm a successful computer professional and multimillionaire. You'll have heard of the computer companies I started but I won't tell you the names of those, either. I married a woman in grad school, but she turned out to be utterly insane, and after 12 years I couldn't take it any more. The divorce cost me a lot but it was worth it. So here I am at the 25th reunion. I'm in pretty good shape, I must say, from doing 35 K a week running on the local trails and using the Nautilus machines at work. Lots of other guys I knew now have gray hair and beer bellies, but I could pass for 30, not 46 --- even if I'm not Brad Pitt. Sure, I want to see my old friends here, but the real reason I come is for the women. Man, the young women are just fantastic at reunions, especially the seniors. They've just graduated, they want to let loose, and there's alcohol everywhere. What could be more fun for them than to have a fling with a stranger? A few good orgasms with no obligations. I remember my friend Melissa laughing about it 25 years ago -- she called it a "zipless fuck". She's a famous actress in Los Angeles now. You'd know her name. I checked in at the quad that was headquarters for the 25th. Lots of people walking around in school jackets. The young woman checking me in has "'15" on her name tag, which means she's a junior and she'll graduate next year. But she's not my type, too zaftig for me. I like 'em thinner. I saw a lot of my friends right away. There was Tim, who was kind of a nebbish in high school but grew up to be a famous playwright. One of his plays won a Pulitzer and ran for 5,000 performances on Broadway. There was Kim, who wasn't satisfied with the biology Ph. D. she got after college and went on to get a law degree from Harvard. She's now a patent attorney. And then there was Helen. Ah, Helen. She was my only girlfriend back in those days, and I worshipped her then. She was tall and blonde and blue-eyed and thin -- my favorite type. We met in our organic chemistry class -- everybody called it "Orgo". I helped her out a bit and in return she taught me some guitar licks. I ended up licking quite a lot of her, but it didn't last long. She was pretty focused on studying and getting into law school. But we remained friends. It may have been 25 years, but she still looked great. Still thin, very elegantly dressed, with just a few wrinkle lines around her eyes. Her shoes were designers and the bracelet screamed "Cartier". I came up from behind her and put my hand on her butt. She whipped around and was about to slap me when she saw who it was. "David!" she said. "Helen," I said cautiously. Did I mention she broke my heart 25 years ago? "Good to see you," she said. "When did you get here?" "Just now." "Well, let's talk later. I need to move the car -- there's no place to park around here! And I have to meet my daughter at her dorm in an hour." "You have a daughter that goes here! I didn't know that. Well, listen, no problem," I said, a little disappointed. "I'll catch you later." I picked up my room key, signed the form saying I agreed to return the towels and bedlinens on Sunday morning, and got my wristband. With the wristband you can get into all of the different reunion tents, each for a different major reunion class. Some people, especially the graduating seniors, like to go tent-hopping and drinking, looking for the best bands. I'm hoping our reunion committee got some good talent for our tent -- it brings in the attractive women who like to dance. Some people stay at local hotels, but it's much more fun to stay on campus. The students are mostly gone, like I said, so there's plenty of dorm space for the alumni. That way you can stay up as late as you like and when it's 3 AM it's just a short walk to your room. Perfect for what I have in mind. I don't go for lots of preliminaries. I'm only here for four days, so I have to make the most of it. Not every girl's going to be into a 46-year-old guy or a zipless fuck, but a few of them will. And I've learned to figure out who's ripe for it. Later on Thursday night the band was playing 70's disco. She was young and tall and gangly, all limbs and blonde hair, like a colt just set free in a pasture -- just the way I like 'em. She'd be too tall for some guys, so she probably didn't get asked out too often. She reminded me of someone, but I couldn't quite figure out who. She was standing alone by the bar, swaying a little to the music of the band. From the way her eyes moved, just the tiniest bit unfocused, I could tell she'd already had a couple of drinks. She was a little sunburned and she was wearing a red tank top with no bra. The arm holes were large enough to give a nice glimpse of breast as she swayed to the music, and two inches of heavenly tanned stomach showed between the top and her shorts. With curves like that on display, she looked like she might be up for what I was interested in. I went to the bar and got two drinks, and handed one to her. "Let me guess," I said. "You just finished your junior year, you play varsity volleyball, you're on clean-up crew, and you're majoring in art history." She looked back at me with an expression that was half-serious, half-amused. "Almost right," she said. "I'm majoring in sociology." She took a drink. "Qualitative or quantitative?" I asked. "Quantitative. You don't know anything until you express it in numbers." "Damn right." "Now it's my turn," she said. "Mid-to-late-thirties, some sort of high-tech biz, pretty rich but not a billionaire, and you like the young ones." She had me pegged and I said so. Well, she thought I was 36 instead of 46, but who am I to argue? "Bull's eye. Nice to see that the admissions standards are still high. Are they teaching you anything you don't already know here?" She had that slightly amused look again. "I'm an eager learner," she purred. "Speaking of learning," I said with a smirk as I looked into her baby blues, "I've learned a lot since the days when I was a student here." "Really," she smiled back at me, and all I could see were her pink lips and white teeth. "Yeah," I said. "What's your name?" "Mandy," she said. "Well, Mandy," I said, and I leaned in so no one else could hear. "I'm David, and this is what I've learned. I've learned that I can make girls like you come like you've never come before." She looked at me with that same slightly amused expression. I could see the wheels going around in her head until she came to a sudden decision. "Let's go," she said. Then she took my hand, and we were off, heading away from the lights and the music and the crowd and the rest of my 25th year class and along the path heading back to the dormitory. I was so incompetent back in the day that I only had sex a few times when I was a student here. But since then I've matured a bit and gained some confidence and learned about what to do at reunions. Now I get laid every year I come back, although it's usually not quite as easy as this time. Once in the elevator I stared at her, and she stared back with those swimming pool eyes. She was about an inch taller than me, but she still looked a little tentative. I moved her hair aside and leaned in to kiss her, and at the same time my right hand reached into her top to surround her naked left breast. I used my thumb to stroke the nipple, which hardened immediately at my touch. She sighed and leaned her head back against the back wall of the elevator as I tongue-danced my way down her neck. "Mmmm, that feels really good," she sighed. Too soon the elevator door opened and we walked out in the hall to my dorm room. Once inside I stared at her again and she stared back. "Take off your top," I said, and she looked directly at me as she complied unselfconsciously, lifting it up to show the most perfect pair of breasts I had seen in years. They weren't big and they weren't small. They were just perfect handfuls, each one topped with a very hard nipple like a pencil eraser. The nipples pointed slightly upwards, like a picture I once saw of the young Elle MacPherson. One in a thousand girls has a body like that. "Mmmm, delicious," I said as I leaned in and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking, licking, and gently biting as she ran her hands through my hair. Her breath quickly became ragged. With my right hand I reached between her legs, feeling the heat emanating through her thin shorts. "Oh, that's soooooo good", she moaned. "Well, it gets a lot better than that," I said. We moved to the bed. She lay on her back and raised her legs high in the air so I could remove her shorts and panties. Those long, long legs seemed to go on forever as the thin material slid over them. I moved between her legs, which were splayed on either side of my head, half on, half off the twin bed. How did people succeed in having great sex in such a tiny bed? I thought, but those thoughts quickly disappeared as I inhaled her musky, arousing aroma and began licking her pussy lips. I found her clit and licked, slowly, at first, and then faster until she was shaking and moaning and very, very wet. I did the roman alphabet with my tongue, and then the Greek alphabet. Then I started in on Arabic. "I'm gonna come," Mandy breathed. Arabic always works like that. "I know you are," I said with a wicked grin as I stopped for a moment and looked up at her. "Keep going," she pleaded, and I complied until she came with a shuddering orgasm. I could see the involuntary ripples in her taut stomach and abdomen. Man, she was in great shape from all that volleyball. I was really hard. While she was still recovering from her first orgasm, I removed my clothes and my cock sprang free. She looked up and saw it and smiled. "I'm on the pill," she said. "Come and fuck me." I entered her in one smooth motion until I was completely inside. She was wet and warm around me. She moaned again. "Your cock is soooo good," she gasped. "Yeah, I know it is", I said, and grinned at her again. She felt really great, and the sensations of her cunt around my cock were absolutely amazing. Her hair smelled of honey and flowers and jasmine and her hard nipples brushed against my chest as I took her with long, slow strokes. I was rubbing her sides with my hands. She was already popping off a mini-orgasm or two. This girl was unbelievably hot. "Faster," she said, and I complied. "Yeah, yeah, do me. Do it to me. Fuck me. Ohhhh." She had a way of purring that was driving me crazy. I kept going, alternating slow shallow thrusts with long, deep ones. I'm not very big, just 6 inches or so, but women don't often complain. I stared deep into her eyes. She put her arms above her head, and I used this as my cue to hold her wrists down as I fucked her. Some women like a little domination, and I could tell she was one of them. We were on fire together, and I was fucking her really fast now, and she was moaning and gasping and then she was coming again, gloriously, and I was coming inside her as my cock erupted in spasm after spasm. Her neck and upper chest were flushed red and her hard nipples looked fantastic. She stretched out like a cat. "Nice," she purred. "Very, very, nice," I agreed. "You're right, you did learn something," she said, and laughed. My deflated cock was still inside her as we cuddled, enjoying the intimate sensations of flesh against flesh. We kissed and I stared into her eyes and got another a little ding of recognition. Who was she reminding me of? I couldn't quite get it. But within a minute I was hard again. It usually takes a lot longer at my age. "Oh, my," she said, as she felt me grow inside her, and she giggled. "I wanna ride you now." We switched positions, which wasn't so easy in the twin bed. Then she was above me in the cowgirl position, sliding oh-so-slowly up and down my hard pole, which was soaked with her juices and my come. It made squishing sounds that turned me on. As she moved, her tits bounced a little, but not that much. So young, so firm. She raised her hands above her head in a languid movement as she glided up and down on my cock. "Mmmm, that's gooood," she groaned. She was slowly picking up the pace. I was happy to just let her do the work; but I did use my thumb to rub her clit as she moved up and down. "I'm fucking you," she stated matter-of-factly. She stared directly at me. "Your cock is inside me and it feels really big and really hard and really good and you're fucking my pussy and you're going to make me come again in a minute." She must have scored 800 on her English SAT subject tests, no doubt about it. I wondered if she had advanced placement credit. "Come for me, baby," I encouraged, and I stroked her clit in double time. She came again and this time she made a keening sound like an animal. She collapsed against me and we both fell asleep instantly. When I awoke, it was 5 AM and she was gone. Those twin beds just aren't so comfortable. The room still smelled of sex and flowers. I reached for the light and saw that Mandy had left me a note. It said, "David, thanks for a good time. See you again on Saturday night?" There was a little heart drawn over the "i" in "time". Friday Friday started with a panel about non-traditional career paths. One of my old buddies, Daniel, talked about his many years of travel as a blues musician. Now he's teaching English and blues at the University of Alabama. Then I went to a memorial service for classmates that had died. One was Martin, a hot-air balloon pilot who died trying to set the world record for around-the-globe ballooning. By 9 PM I was ready for some action. The band was heating up and I danced with a few women that I knew from the old days. But I was waiting for Helen. She showed up around 10, looking a little frazzled. We danced to some 80's disco. As we were dancing, I saw a sudden flare of pain cross over her face. "Leg cramp," she said, and I helped her to a table. Taking off one expensive shoe, I rubbed and massaged her calf until the nerves calmed down. At first I was firm and strong but as she relaxed I changed my approach, caressing her skin with the gentlest possible strokes. The French call it "frottage". I could see the fine blonde hairs on her arm begin to stand up. "Remember that time in the library?" I asked, and I could see her blush. It was the day right before finals our junior year, and I had been really stressed out from studying all day long, trying to master general relativity. She came by my study carrel. "I've got something that might help you relax," she said. It was very late and hardly anyone else was left in the library. I shut the door of the carrel. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, although I knew very well. "This," she said, and unbuttoned my jeans. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked it, making little slurping noises. It felt great, but I couldn't take it too long. I pulled her up to face me and we shared a long and passionate kiss. I turned off the light in the carrel. Now it was almost completely dark. I unbuttoned her blouse and I opened the clasp on her bra. I sucked on one nipple and then the other, and pretty soon she was breathing hard. The carrel began to smell of female ready to mate. She unsnapped her skirt and I was surprised to see that she had no panties on. "I've been working so hard there was no time to do laundry," she explained bashfully. "No problem," I said, and I really meant it. She hopped up on the desk and I put my cock up to her vaginal lips. We jiggled a little together until I was inside her. I could tell she was trying not to make much noise, just whimpering a little and gasping. I got into a good rhythm. I couldn't make any really deep strokes because the carrel was so small, but it seemed to be enough. She began whispering in my ear, "Fuck me, baby. Do it to me. Make me come. I love your hard cock. Oh, fuuuck. Fuck meeee!" I was doing the best I could to satisfy her, but it wasn't easy in this position. She wiggled her bare butt on the edge of the desk as I stroked in and out. When I also sucked a hard nipple into my mouth she came in a sigh, and so did I. "Do you feel less stressed now?" she giggled. All I could do was say, "Yeah." I remember it well, and so did she. But soon after our fun in the carrel, Helen dumped me for a football player, a guy much taller and better-looking than me. They were inseparable for a couple of years until the jerk left her for a model he had met in NYC. Helen went on to law school and went to work for a public interest law firm. Then she was off to Belgium to study something about EU law and when she came back she was full of ideas about proportional representation and party lists. She ran for Congress and was elected easily. She married a rich lawyer and had one daughter in the early 90's that I'd never met. I'd heard that she'd gotten divorced, but we hadn't talked much in recent years. Her calf wasn't bothering her anymore. The band was heating up and we danced a few times more. Then we sat together in a dark corner and drank and traded stories. As we talked, she occasionally touched my hand, and flipped her hair, which was still long and blonde like the old days, even though now there were a few hints of gray. I was pretty convinced she was flirting with me, and I flirted back, finding an excuse to touch her hand or leg gently. "You know," she said, "I'm still a little ashamed of how I treated you back then." "Well, you should be," I laughed, although to tell the truth it still hurt 25 years later. She cast her eyes down and said, without looking at me, "I could make it up to you." She looked up bashfully, but her eyes said something else. Reunions Fun "And exactly how would you do that?" I asked. "Use your imagination," she replied. "My dorm room isn't so great," I said. "No problem, I'm staying at the N***** I**," she replied. Of course, only the best place in town for Helen. "Let's go," I said, and I took her hand and we walked out of the tent, leaving our dancing classmates behind. I curled my hand around her waist as we walked. She may have been 46, but her waist was as thin as a teenager's. The dress's material was sheer and I was getting hard just thinking about what was going to happen in a few minutes. When we got to her hotel room, she sat me down on the bed. "I'm going to have a shower and when I come out I'm going to give you the fucking of your life." "I'll try to stay awake for you," I laughed, as I leaned back on the bed. Of course I fell asleep -- I'm not 21 anymore. Fifteen minutes later I awoke to feel her hand on my face. She was completely naked and I could see little drops of moisture on her pubic hair. She had a few stretch marks on her stomach, but she still looked really delicious. She bent over and dragged her breasts over my face, the nipples stiff and bumping into my eyes and nose. "Come onnn, take your clothes off," she said. "Say please," I said. "Pleeeeease," she replied. "Say, 'I want you to fuck me'", I said, continuing the game. "I want you to fuck me," she said, seriously, staring into my eyes. "Say, 'Please, I want you to fuck me really hard with your big cock right now, you stud!'", I said. That made her laugh. I quickly took of my clothes. And then it was just like 25 years ago when I was crazy about her. She remembered what turned me on and I remembered what she liked, too. "Turn around," I said, and she stuck her butt up in the air at the edge of the bed. I stuck one finger in her pussy, which was already wet. Then I moved my hand and began rubbing her clit from underneath. Pretty soon she was breathing heavily. "Oh, David, put it innnnn," she said, and I obliged. Doggie-style used to be one of her favorites and I guess it still was. I stroked in and out, slowly and first, but building inexorably a little faster each time. Once in a while I rubbed her clit some more. She began to shiver and moan. "Oh, David, that's so good," she said. "Come on, baby, do it to me." My balls were really slapping against her now. "Harder.. Oh god I'm gonna come, I'm coming, I'm coming..." and she came, shaking and almost sobbing. Even though I hadn't come, we fell asleep together, happy and contented. Saturday Today was the day of the big alumni parade, the highlight of our reunions. Thousands of alumni, ranging in age from the 21-year-old seniors who would graduate on Monday, to the 100-year-old geezers who rode golf carts because they could barely walk, returned to spend four hours waiting for their turn, dressed in school colors, and then walking past the crowd of younger alumni. I woke up with Helen next to me. With her hair messed up from sleep she was inexplicably even more attractive than the previous day. "Morning, love," I said to her. "Morning," she said back, and smiled. I snuggled up and gently rubbed her body with one free hand: her stomach, legs, cheeks. I avoided all the erogenous zones at first, then slowly began to hit them with brief glances: a fingertip on the top of the ear one moment, a touch of her lips the next, an accidental brush against a nipple a moment later. Helen was purring like a cat, and I got bolder. Each time I put a hand near heaven I got a little closer, tracing up her thighs and down her stomach. After ten minutes she was really turned on. "Touch me," she said. "Where?" I asked, deliberately being obtuse. "You know, touch me," she said. "You're going to have to be more explicit than that," I teased. "Touch my pussy, rub my clit, make me come," she begged. "Oh, is that what you want?" I asked, and I stuck my face in her cunt. I put one finger inside her while I licked and bit her clit with gentle little bites. She began squirming and moaning a little. "I need to pee," she said, and pushed me away and went to the toilet. When she came back I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my cock up in the air. She pushed me down and straddled me, facing me. My cock easily entered her as she took charge, sliding up and down on my pole. I loved hearing the squishing sounds as she moved. Her cunt was boiling around my dick. I reached up and rubbed her nipples. She was magic, she was beautiful. Without warning, Helen began banging her lower body hard against my balls as she fucked me. It felt a little painful, but great. She gripped me with her vaginal muscles. I felt the come starting to boil up in my balls. "I'm going to come any sec if you keep doing that," I warned her. "I'm ... really ... close," she said and her face got a look of deep concentration like she was solving a mathematics problem. I tried to think about anything -- baseball, dentistry, the stock market -- except fucking her, but it was really hard. Without warning I felt my cock spasming over and over again in a terrific orgasm, and at the same time she gave a big sigh of fulfillment and slowed down her motions. "Oh, that was soooo good," she said. "Glad to oblige," I said. She glanced at the clock. "Now I really have to get going," she said, suddenly all business. There was a panel in an hour on proportional representation, and Helen was one of the invited speakers. We showered and I kissed her and told her I'd look for her at the alumni parade. She had this "just-fucked" look that was marvelous. I wondered if anyone else would notice. "I'd like you to meet my daughter," she said. I walked back to the dorm, thinking about the weekend's sexual experiences so far. Which was better, fucking a delicious 20-year-old junior, or getting back together with my first real love, now 46? It was hard to choose. I had so much more of an emotional connection with Helen, but there was a long painful history there, too. Helen was still beautiful, but Mandy ... so young and firm and hot and I loved the way she talked dirty during sex. Just thinking about her was giving me another hard-on. I got an idea. On Thursday night I had correctly guessed Mandy was on clean-up crew. It was now 8 AM Saturday; she'd probably be picking up the trash from the previous night's celebrations. Maybe she'd be near our class's tent? I decided to go have a look. I couldn't believe my luck. Just as I rounded the corner of my dorm, there she was, dressed in an orange safety vest with a baseball cap. The bulky vest hid a lot of her body, but she still looked amazing, wearing shorts that showed off her long tanned legs. Her blonde hair flowed out behind the baseball cap. When she saw me she gave me a smile that immediately got me hard. "Hi, baby." "Hi, David." "Working hard, I see. Have time for a little break?" I asked, gesturing towards my dorm room. Mandy looked around to see if there were any supervisors. There weren't. She looked at me and thought for a second. "I can go but we have to be quick." In a flash we entered the dormitory. No time to wait for the elevator this time; she dashed up the stairs with those long legs and I followed right behind. She got to my room first and waited as I used the keycard. I took her hand and we entered and shut the door. I took off her baseball cap and her sunglasses and her beautiful blue eyes were shining with excitement. She giggled as I pushed her against the dresser and we kissed, hard, while I pulled the front of her safety vest apart, causing the usual Velcro ripping noise that made it feel like I was actually tearing her clothes off. It turned her on, I could see that. Underneath she was wearing a button-down shirt with -- of course -- no bra. I began undoing the buttons. "Hurry up," Mandy urged. She was still wearing the vest and the shirt, but now I had access to her fantastic tits. I held her arms against the dresser with mine, while I bent my head down and began stimulating her nipples, biting, sucking, and licking. Pretty soon there was a wet spot on her shorts and I could smell her. My stimulation of her nipples was driving her wild, but somehow she found the strength to push me away. "Fuck me doggie," she said matter of factly, and she moved to the bed, pulled down her shorts and panties, and stuck her perfect butt up in the air. In a flash my cock was out and hard as a rock. I moved up to her and rubbed her marvelous ass with my hand. She was still wearing the safety vest, which for some reason I found exciting. I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. She had the tightness of youth but the wetness of true sexual excitement. "Oh, David," she sighed. I felt like a god fucking her beautiful 20-year-old pussy. I stroked in and out, and on the outs I could see my cock was absolutely dripping with her juices. My balls slapped her hard as I entered over and over. "Oh, god," she moaned. "Fuck me harder." Instead, I leaned into her more, so I could wrap a hand underneath and find her pussy lips. I concentrated on short strokes now, so I could also rub her clit at the same time. Now she was moving with me, throwing her head back in ecstasy, and sometimes turning around to get a good look at who was fucking her. It was me, by the way. "Yeah, just like that," she said. "Your cock feels soooo good." "Baby, you are amazing," I said. "Your pussy feels so great around my cock," and in response, she squeezed me with her vaginal muscles. "I'm so close," she said. "Fuck me faster," and I obliged, fucking her like a jackhammer now as she whimpered and thrashed around. "Oh, I'm coming," she said and she came and I came and I could feel the jets of come erupting from my cock in two, three, four, five spasms. I continued stroking in and out of her pussy even though I could hardly stand up. Mandy moved forward, releasing my cock with a squicky sound, and collapsed on the small bed. I jumped in next to her, even though there was hardly any room. She pulled off the vest and the shirt so she was completely naked. She rolled on top of me and put her head on my chest. Her blonde hair was everywhere. She smelled terrific, but once again I had a little deja vu. Who did she remind me of? "That was fantastic," she sighed and looked into my eyes. "You fuck me like I've never been fucked before. It's like your cock was made for me." We held each other and I rubbed her body gently, and in a few minutes we were both asleep in post-coital bliss. After about ten minutes she woke up with a start, waking me up, too. "Uh, oh, that was really wonderful, David, but I need to get back to work or I'm gonna get fired," she said, dressing quickly. "Shall I look for you at the parade?" "Sure thing, baby," I said. It was 9:00 AM. I went down to get breakfast. My old friend Brian was there. Back when I was a junior, Brian and I were pretty close friends, but I hadn't seen him in years. Brian was the best-looking of any guy in our dorm, and girls were truly crazy about him. He was also incredibly bright, maybe I remember I met him one night as he was coming back from the library, looking kind of dazed. I had assumed it was from too much studying, but no. Brian told me that a freshman girl had come up to him, flirted, and 5 minutes later they were having sex in one of the bathrooms. Then she kissed him and left. But instead of reveling in the experience, he was pondering its existential significance. I laughed and told him he was a lucky guy and stop all the agonizing. Brian still looked good. Now he was a famous psychologist in NYC; that didn't surprise me at all. He told me about his new therapy that combined aspects of Freudian and Jungian analysis. With it, he'd been able to help dozens of people suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome. Some more of my classmates joined me. Twenty-five years ago, we'd taken a group photo in front of our old dorm, and Chris, our class president, wanted to re-enact it. I was silently comparing myself to the others, and I think I did reasonably well. There were a lot of people who were overweight or bald. We took the photo and stood around, reminiscing. After an hour I'd had enough of that. I thought about looking for Mandy again, but I didn't want to get her in trouble. Instead I went and had a cappuccino in one of the student cafes. There were a few women who caught my eye but I needed a little rest. After lunch, I put on my reunion costume (don't ask!) and joined my classmates for the Parade. It was a perfect East Coast day, low humidity, 75 degrees, sunny, with just a few clouds. Everybody I knew was there: Chris, Melissa, Tim, Kim, Daniel, Brian, and lots of others. Helen came up to me, breathlessly, and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for last night," she said. "And for this morning," I added, and gave her a little squeeze. "And for this morning," she agreed. "My daughter should be along the route somewhere," she said. "Look for her." Well, that wouldn't be easy, since I had no idea what she looked like. The parade began with the oldest alumni. There weren't that many of them because most of their classmates were dead long ago. Most of them rode in golf carts driven by student workers, but a few of the 90-year-old guys were able to walk on their own. They got lots of cheers and "locomotives". Soon we were into the graduating classes of the 40's and 50's. A former US secretary of defense, responsible for getting us into a useless and costly war, walked past to silence and a few catcalls. The President of the World Bank and a governor of an eastern state walked by to mixed cheers and boos. Each class had its own distinctive costume. The class of 1969 had psychedelic jackets and sunglasses. One of the more recent classes, post 9-11, had a military theme. After an hour or two it was our turn. We fell in line. Helen came up from behind me and took my hand, and we walked along. I put my arm around her narrow waist. Since we were the 25th reunion class, we got a lot of cheers from the crowd. And it was a big crowd. Onlookers and alumni from all the younger classes crowded the route through the campus. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall leggy blonde figure. It was Mandy! I waved, and she saw me. In an instant I could see her expression change from pleasure to recognition to shock. She blanched, and then quickly turned away from the crowd and disappeared. I had no idea what was going on. I looked over at Helen, but she was looking the other way and didn't seem to have noticed anything at all. The parade finished through the arch of the dorm I was staying in. We took our place in the stands as the younger alumni came in after us. Finally, the class of 2014 came through the arch, all in a run. "I don't know why Amanda hasn't joined us," Helen said. "I dunno," I replied, not really listening. Then in a flash it all came together for me: the feelings of deja vu, her daughter being a student here, the blonde hair and blue eyes, the preference for doggie-style sex, Mandy running away when she saw us together in the parade... But I had to be sure. "Umm, you never told me what your daughter was majoring in," I said. "Oh, sociology," Helen said. "Qualitative or quantitative?" I asked. Helen looked at me peculiarly. "Quantitative," she said. "Amanda always tells me that unless you can express something in numbers, it's not very meaningful." I gulped. "Something wrong, David?" Helen asked. "No, nothing," I stammered. "Maybe too much sun from the parade." I kissed her and told her I'd see her at the last dance in our class tent and left. I had to think about this. Mandy was Amanda was Helen's daughter! I should have figured it out long ago. I felt like a moron. And now both of them were expecting to meet me at the final class party tonight. I had to think about this. To clear my head, I decided to go for a long run. I usually do 10K, but right now I felt like 15 or 20K would be needed to work this out. I changed into running shorts and a tank top and hit the trails. Our campus is in a small town in a pretty rural part of the East. In just a few kilometers, you can be out in the countryside. The weather was great. It had cooled off a little from the heat of the afternoon, and was now about 20 degrees. I was sweating a little from the pace when I saw her up ahead. It was Melissa, my actress classmate from LA, dressed in running gear. She was taking it easy, doing something like a 10-minute mile pace. I was doing 7-minute miles, so I closed the distance between us quickly. "Hi, Mel," I said as I caught up to her, slowing my pace so we could run together. Without make-up, you might not recognize her, but she still looked pretty good: shoulder-length brown hair, freckles on her face and shoulders, those world-famous green eyes. In real life she was a lot shorter than she appeared on the screen, but she looked pretty toned, not chunky at all. She glanced over and took me in. I saw her glance surreptitiously at my shorts, and I laughed a little to myself. Melissa and I had never gotten together when I was an undergraduate, but back then she definitely had a reputation. I wondered if she was still like that. "Hi, David," she said. "Looking good there." I could tell she was surprised at how fit I was, compared to 25 years ago. "Thanks," I said, "you too." We ran along together at an easy pace so we could talk. She told me about her latest project, a movie with Leonardo di Caprio. The trail wound through fields and forests. I found the pace very easy going but Melissa was puffing a little. Her breasts nicely filled out the lycra top she wore. She was wearing nothing underneath it, and her erect nipples poked through. I began to get ideas. I pointed to my heart-rate monitor. "You know," I said, using my very best devilish smile, "there are two ways I could get my heart rate up to where it needs to be." "One, we could run faster." "Or two, you could take your top off." Melissa grinned and pushed me. "Now, stop that," she said. She gestured to her tits. "These old things?" "They look pretty damn good to me." "Forget it, we'll just run faster," Melissa smiled. We turned around back to the campus and picked up the pace a little. I bumped her hips with mine and she bumped back, laughing. By the time we arrived back at our class headquarters she was breathing really hard and her skin was covered with little droplets of sweat. We walked under an archway. She looked really, really, really good. I had to try. "You know, the showers are good in my dormitory, nice and hot," I said. Melissa looked at me appraisingly. "Nice and hot," she repeated, and licked her lips. I leaned in a little and looked directly in her eyes. "Nice. And hot," I said. She nodded slowly, and I took her hand. We raced up to the third floor. I stopped for a moment to pick up a couple of towels from my room. We entered the showers. There was nobody else there. In a flash she had her clothes off and we were naked in the showers together. For a 46-year-old she still had a smokin' hot body. I soaped her breasts from behind. She reached behind her back to give my cock a squeeze with a soapy hand, then started stroking it gently. I was hard as a rock. I reached around to tease her clit. Having sex standing up is never really easy, but Melissa was a good 6 inches shorter than me and weighed no more than 100 pounds, so that made it possible. As the hot water cascaded down all around us, I lifted her up easily in my arms and braced her against the wall of the shower stall. She wrapped her legs around my midsection, and jiggled a little and then I was inside her. She rested her head on my shoulder as we fucked. Reunions Fun Pretty soon she was breathing hard. Her hair was in little brown ringlets and she looked wet and wild. Her nipples were hard and pointy and rubbed against my chest. I had some lasting power from my previous two encounters of the day, so I concentrated on giving her pleasure. She moaned but didn't say anything. Finally she shut her eyes tight, squeezed my shoulder hard, and bit me as I felt her pussy spasming around my cock. "Ohhh..." she sighed. I turned off the water, wrapped her in the towel, and we walked back to my room. She sat on the edge of the bed. Like me, she was dressed just in a towel. "How come you never went out with me back in the day?" I asked. She looked amused. "Because you were pretty geeky," she said. "But you seem to have improved somewhat with age." "That's me, like a fine wine." I said. She pulled my towel off. "Let me have a taste of that wine." I hadn't come before but I sure was ready now. She took my cock in her mouth and I stared into her eyes as she bobbed up and down. I guess it's true what they say about actresses and giving head, because her technique was flawless. When she tickled my balls with her hand, I came in seconds. She swallowed it all like a real trouper. Afterwards she wrapped herself in a towel and grabbed her running gear. Turns out she was staying in the same dorm, one floor below. She paused at the door. "Thanks, that was lovely," she said. "Be sure to look me up if you're ever in LA." It was time for dinner in our class tent. I got dressed, putting on some chinos and a tennis shirt. That dalliance was Melissa was really hot, but it hadn't helped me figure out how to resolve my little problem with Helen and Mandy. I went down to to the class tent for dinner and sat an empty table to think. The chipotle chicken they were serving wasn't terrible. But I almost choked when I saw Helen enter the tent with Mandy in tow. They came and sat down, one on either side of me. They both looked amazing. Helen leaned in to one ear. "I know you fucked my daughter, you bastard," she whispered. Mandy leaned into the other ear. "I know you fucked my mother, you asshole," she said. Then they both leaned back and studied me, enjoying my discomfort. I don't remember what I babbled but it was probably something about not knowing that Mandy was Helen's daughter, and how beautiful and desirable they both were and how much respect I had for them. They were having none of it, just staring at me with their blue eyes that were like matching pairs of icebergs. "You're going to make it up to us," Helen said, and I could see Mandy nodding in agreement. Fifteen minutes later I was handcuffed to the bed at Helen's hotel, while Mandy strutted around in black leather and high heels and Helen held a whip. Man, it was the greatest reunions of my life.