4 comments/ 22456 views/ 4 favorites The Reunion Ch. 01 By: Shady_Lady Jenny sat at the kitchen table and waiting for the sound of the taxi. "Ten years" she said quietly to herself and started to daydream as she recalled her best friend from college. She and Shelly had been inseparable during their late teens going out clubbing together, meeting guys and generally having fun. Jenny recalled the times they had consoled one another after a romance had gone bad which, at the time, was the greatest disaster in the world. After college the two women had gone their separate ways Shelly had left to try to find fame and fortune in America while Jenny had stayed at home in England, and at twenty had met Tom, her now ex-husband. Jenny was freshly parted from Tom and she still could recall that fateful night, six months ago, when she had accused him of cheating on her. The late nights, the secret texts all added up, and when she confronted him, to her horror he admitted to not one, but numerous affairs over their eight years of marriage. Tom had left that same night and they had only communicated via lawyers and the divorce was turning quiet nasty. Approaching thirty Jenny had turned to the one person who she knew would give her comfort, her old friend Shelly. They had always kept in touch with letters, cards and even the occasional long-distance phone call. And it was one such recent phone call when Jenny had poured her heart to Shelly. To Jenny's surprise Shelly had asked if she could come over and visit and it would be great to catch up and reminisce over old times. Jenny had an old picture of the two of them together at a leaving college party, and she couldn't help smiling as she looked at her own bright fresh face staring at her next to shy and retiring Shelly. Both were smiling, Jenny brown eyes framed by a short brown bob and Shelly's blue eyes were framed by her long blonde hair. Shelly was a few inches taller than Jenny's 5' 6" and Jenny had the fuller figure from the sports she participated in during her college years. Jenny knew she had changed a bit over the years but was proud that she had only put on ten pounds since her college days. She had allowed her hair to grow a little since college was cut and her figure was still good. She knew that her 36b breasts and shapely legs still turned heads from time to time and got more than her fair share of offers. Although she wasn't as fit as she was back then she had enjoyed a very healthy sex life with her ex-husband that kept her in shape. Jenny was just wondering to herself why Tom had cheated on her when the ringing of the doorbell woke her from her daydreams. As she opened the door, Jenny could only stand and stare at what stood there. Gone was the shy almost flat-chested teenager that Jenny recalled and in her place stood a tall slim blonde with an almost skin-tight dress, which barely contained the largest pair of breasts she had ever seen. "It's normally guys who stare at these beauties" Shelly laughed and Jenny blushed bright red. "Oh Shelly" Jenny cried and the two women cuddled on the doorstep, both crying tears of joy from being back together after all these years. "Come in" Jenny said pulling Shelly into the hall, grabbing her case. A couple of hours later the two of them sat in the lounge curled up on either end of the settee clutching a glass of wine. "I didn't mean to stare" Jenny stammered, "Just you have changed so much." "You mean these" Shelly laughed pushing her enormous breasts up and together. "Well they are big" Jenny replied, " and not just that you seem to be so much bolder than you were from when I remember." "Present from my ex-husband." Shelly purred. "Ex?" Jenny enquired, "don't tell me you have split up as well." "Yep" Shelly replied, "All those other women, finally enough was enough." Putting on a sympathetic look Jenny said, "Yes men can be such bastards and pretty easy where they spread their seed." Shelly laughed softly, "Silly girl, it wasn't him with other women." Jenny laughed loudly to try to cover her shock and changed the subject quickly while her brain was spinning. Soon the two women were laughing as they recalled this and that antic and wondered about where their old friends were now. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Later that night Jenny lay in bed thinking about how Shelly had revealed that she was bisexual when she realised she could hear Shelly in the next room. At first Jenny thought Shelly was upset from the whimpering she could hear. But as she concentrated she realised the sounds were of Shelly masturbating. It had been months since Jenny had sex and at first she tried to ignore the moaning coming from next door. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her and picking up a glass from the bedside table, she knelt up to the headboard and pressed the glass to wall. The sounds were still a bit muffled but Jenny could hear the moans and groans coming from Shelly. Then Jenny heard a buzzing sound and the noises got louder as Shelly began to fuck herself with a vibrator. Jenny pressed her breasts against the wall and she began to touch herself, at first ashamed she was getting off on listening to her friend, but as the sensations took over Jenny lost all shame and started to rub harder listening to the intensely sexually exciting noises. Jenny could hear that Shelly was nearing an orgasm and in response she began to finger fuck herself hard, driving two fingers as deep as she could with the palm of her hand rubbing against her engorged clit. But before Jenny could bring herself to her orgasm she heard Shelly cry out as her orgasm flooded through her. Then the room fell quiet and Jenny lay there restlessly wishing she had a vibrator like Shelly. Then a moment of inspiration hit her as she remembered the cucumber in the fridge. Not bothering to dress in her haste, Jenny crept down the stairs and entered the kitchen in darkness. Opening the fridge she was bathed in the fridge light and Jenny moaned quietly as she spied the object of her lust. Picking up the cucumber Jenny gasped at the coldness of it but her screaming desire overcame any inhibitions she had left. Sitting on the edge of the kitchen chair Jenny opened her legs and pushed the cucumber in as deep as she could. "Oh my fucking goodness that feels sooooooo good," Jenny muttered under her breath as she proceeded to drive the cucumber in and out. Jenny was so intent on her own pleasures she didn't hear Shelly at the kitchen doorway. Shelly had stopped herself just in time from switching on the light and interrupting the show. Although Jenny had her back to the open door, Shelly knew exactly what Jenny was doing. In the partial light she could make out Jenny's feet planted firmly on the ground and see her shoulders heaving as her arms moved the cucumber in and out. She could hear the sweet slurping sounds coming from Jenny's pussy and felt her own pussy becoming wet at the display before her. Suddenly Jenny threw back her head and whimpered loudly as she came. Shelly decided to creep back to bed but knew that before the weekend was over, she would seduce her old college friend. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The following day after a morning of sunbathing, Shelly sat at the kitchen table as Jenny was preparing lunch. Both were still clad in their tiny bikinis and Jenny asked Shelly, "What would you like for lunch?" Shelly could hardly suppress a giggle as she replied, "Cucumber sounds nice." Jenny blushed bright red and Shelly just looked at her, keeping a dead straight face as Jenny stammered and tried to cover up her embarrassment. "So how long is it since you have had sex then?" Shelly asked. "Far too long," Jenny replied as she put the sandwiches down on the table. "This cucumber tastes really nice. It has an added flavour but I can't quite work out what it is." Shelly mused. Jenny sat in silence as it slowly dawned on her that her old friend must have seen her wanton display in the kitchen. "It was a very sexy display you put on last night," Shelly whispered quietly. "Well it's your fault," Jenny replied semi-indignantly but coloured brightly red. "What do you mean?" Shelly responded. "Your moaning set me off." Jenny admitted and blushed again more deeply. "Silly girl you should have joined me instead of sitting down here in the kitchen fucking yourself silly with that cucumber," Shelly said in a low husky voice laced with lust. Jenny stood with her head spinning, wondering if Shelly meant what she had just said, "Do you mean?" said Jenny, her voice trailing away at the end of the sentence. "Yes" said Shelly in a soft sexy voice, "I want to take you to bed, I want to make love to you, and I want you to orgasm like you have never done before." Jenny didn't know what to do and stammered, "I've never been with a woman before," and hung her head from embarrassment and shame. "Time we rectified that" Shelly said as she got to her feet, unclasping her bikini top, and standing before Jenny clad only in the tiniest of white thong bikini bottom. Jenny could only stare at the firm breasts and admired how the nipples slowly grew hard as she looked. Cupping them, Shelly offered those two magnificent globes to her, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Jenny bent and sucked first on one and then on the other. "If we don't go to bed now," Shelly murmured, "I will end having you on the kitchen floor." "I want you right now" Jenny moaned and breaking her suckling, threw off her bikini top and stepped quickly out of her bikini bottoms. "You have a beautiful body," Shelly said as she removed her own bikini thong while admiring Jenny's firm breasts and neatly shaved pubic hairs. Jenny gasped as she saw that Shelly was completely shaved and Shelly smiled as she noticed her friend's eyes. "Makes it easier to get your tongue deep in me," she purred. The two naked women kissed passionately, their tongues entwined and their breasts pressed sensuously together. Jenny could feel the heat in her body, the wetness of her sex, as she responded to Shelly touch. Jenny leant back against the kitchen table, thrusting her hips out as Shelly began to work her way downward. Shelly's tongue traced over Jenny's nipples that were hard and erect, sucking first one and then the other into her mouth and grazing them with her teeth. Jenny opened her legs as Shelly knelt between them, and Jenny's fingers entwined themselves in Shelly's blonde hair as she felt the soft tongue gently licking at her pussy lips. Jenny arched herself further towards Shelly's mouth, as she began to probe deep inside tasting her juices. Jenny felt Shelly tug her gently to the ground and complied as Shelly said softly, "Let's 69, that way you can taste me as well." The two of them were soon on the floor and Shelly ignored the cold tiles on her back as she leant her head up and began to work on Jenny's pussy. Soon Shelly was rewarded with a flow of juices as Jenny began to get wetter and wetter, covering Shelly's face. Jenny stared down at Shelly's shaven pussy and at first wasn't sure if she could go through with it and actually taste another woman. But as she felt Shelly's tongue working on her own pussy, lust overcame her and bending her head, Jenny licked slowly along the glistening pussy lips. Shelly moaned loudly and encouraged, Jenny began to lick deeply, savouring the taste of Shelly's juices before swallowing them and returning for more. Jenny felt Shelly's teeth gently clamp around her clit and returning the compliment took Shelly's clit between her own teeth. Then Jenny felt Shelly insert two fingers deep into her pussy and Jenny again responded in kind by pushing her own fingers into Shelly. Soon the two of them were fingering each other as their tongues worked on each others clits and Jenny feeling braver pressed a finger from her other hand against Shelly's anal opening. Shelly's ass opened to Jenny's touch and she found her finger sliding in easily as it was well lubricated from Shelly's pussy juices. Jenny felt the familiar short pain herself as Shelly responded by inserting a finger into Jenny's ass. Jenny had always loved anal with Tom and pushed back onto Shelly's finger forcing it deeper. As the two women were so involved in the sensations they were enjoying neither, heard the back door open quietly. Shelly's orgasm broke first and Jenny found her mouth being flooded with Shelly's juices, which she swallowed with joy. The sounds and tastes of her friend's pleasure, coupled with Shelly's mouth and fingers, caused Jenny's own orgasm to burst through her body. As she thrashed about she lifted her head and found herself staring straight into the eyes of her neighbour who was watching the floor show open-mouthed. To be continued...............................maybe!!! The Reunion Ch. 01 Michelle looked in the mirror and sighed. "Why are you bothering to try?" she muttered under her breath as she took in her reflection. She ran her hands down her stomach, smoothing her dress, a light, sleeveless number, black with cream colored flowers. She turned sideways to look at her ass, then brought her hands back up to cup her breasts and gave them a little nudge to adjust them. Laughing at herself, she was thinking that she liked the way the bustier smoothed her stomach and gave her nice cleavage, but the only person likely to enjoy the sight was her one year old daughter who had recently stopped nursing. Just in case someone else became excited by it, she had trimmed and put on matching panties. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to enjoy the silky feel of her panties against her skin. Recently divorced, she wasn't sure if she was ready to start dating, but part of her was desperate to feel wanted... feel attractive. She had rarely felt attractive in her 28 years on this earth, especially the last 6 months of her failed marriage, but she was hopeful. She had always been overweight to some degree. Like most heavy women, her weight had gone up and down over the years; currently she was down (thanks to a year of breastfeeding!) but still plus-sized. Fortunately, she was tall so carried it fairly well. Growing up overweight had left her with some self-esteem issues, though she was certainly much more outgoing than she had been while in school. Still, she had been reluctant to attend her high school reunion. Memories of school dances flooded her nervous brain. Standing there watching her friends slow-dancing with boys, never being asked herself. She had been friendly with guys in classes, they always seemed to enjoy her sense of humor, but there was never any interest beyond that. And then, there was her senior year, when she developed a really close male friendship for the first time in her life. Of course, she fell head over heels for Eric, but he didn't return her feelings. When he told her that he loved her, but was not attracted to her, she was devastated. She doubted that he would be at the reunion because he had hated high school more than she had. Michelle wasn't even sure why she herself was going. Seemed to her, people attended reunions to see who still lived at home, who had kids, who got fat. Wasn't that what Facebook was for? If she hadn't gotten divorced, she would never have considered going. This small, hopeful part of her brain hoped she would get to talking to an old classmate and maybe there would be some connection... then the girl who stopped attending dances after several years of disappointment asked, why will this time be any different? "Because I have on nice lingerie," she smiled at her reflection. She felt sexy. *** She was surprised that the reunion was actually taking place in her high school. It was kind of neat walking up to those doors she had last entered 10 years earlier, and walking the same halls. A flashback made her pause: rushing out of her 9th period class and racing down the stairs every day so she could "run into" Eric as he left his last class. She smiled and shook her head. Very un-surprised to see Carrie and Brianna handing out the name tags outside the gym. They had been the typical over-achieving hair-always-perfect popular girls in high school, so of course they were very involved in organizing the reunion. Naturally, Michelle hadn't done shit. Returning their fake smiles, she accepted her name tag and pretended she was happy to see them. Good god, what was she doing here? Fortunately, her plan of arriving about a half hour late had worked. There were enough people milling around that she almost immediately spied several old friends she wouldn't mind catching up with. The name tags seemed silly, to her. Everyone looked a lot like they did in high school, plus or minus a few pounds. Almost an hour had gone by pretty effortlessly, chatting with several people about high school memories, current jobs, kids. As the live music started, it became a little loud for conversation, and some couples made their way to the dance floor. Suddenly alone, she made her way to the refreshment table for a drink. As she started to turn back to the dance floor, she jumped, almost spilling her drink down her dress. The person who had startled her leaned forward so she could hear him say, "I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to sneak up on you!" Recognizing him, a smile spread across her lips. "John!" "You remember me?" "Don't you remember me?" He shrugged, then grinned when she playfully punched him in the arm. Last half of senior year, they had a class together, and after a few weeks, they always ended up sitting next to each other in the back of the class. She couldn't remember if he sat near her, or she chose to sit near him, but they would joke and tease each other every chance they got. She was always making John laugh. After a while, she got it in her head that he seemed to like her, secretly hoping he would ask her out, but it never happened. She didn't have her first date until college. He was several inches taller than her, and slightly husky, which was exactly her type. Though she loved being a tall woman, she liked to be with a guy that could make her feel "small." He had short, dark hair, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with his easy smile. As he leaned in close to speak into her ear, she inhaled and was immediately turned on by his cologne. Her ex had never worn cologne, but she had always loved being around guys who did (not excessive amounts, of course). As his nose came close to her hair, he took the opportunity to breathe her in. The scent of her, and her shampoo, made him forget what he had been about to say. "Do you want to step into the hall where we can hear each other better?" Though she was throroughly enjoying the excuse to be so close, she nodded. As his fingers brushed her elbow to turn her around and he lightly placed his large, strong hand at the small of her back to guide her out the door, she felt embarrassed that his slight touch thrilled her so. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. She felt so silly, and tried to silently talk herself down. She didn't want to expect too much and be disappointed, but her brain wouldn't stop flashing images of the two of them tearing off each others' clothes and screwing like animals. All of this from a few exchanged words and a hand on her back. As the door closed behind them, it muffled the music and she felt a little like her ears were ringing. "I hope we aren't screaming when we think we're speaking quietly. It got really loud in there!" He chuckled. "Want to take a little walk?" The hall was empty because everyone was in the gym enjoyng the local band. She responded by starting down the hall, and he followed. He was thankful for the dim light. He had managed to look down the top of her dress when he was leading her to the door, and he hoped his arousal wasn't glaringly obvious. Michelle stopped at a classroom door, looking through the window at the rows of desks and the large windows on the opposite wall that overlooked the football field. "I wonder if we're allowed to be out here," she murmured absently. He reached past her to try the door handle and it turned easily. Glancing back the way they had come, he opened the door and they stepped inside. "You'd think that would have been locked." "It's weird to be back in a classroom. These desks look so friggin' small," he said, looking down at the wooden desks and plastic chairs. "Weird to think we sat for so many hours in them every day." She paused. "Sociology was one of my favorite classes." He turned to face her, and she stepped past him to look out the windows. "This is so stupid, but I had such a crush on you." It came out of her in a rush, before she realized it was coming. Suddenly, his voice was right behind her. "That's not stupid. I should have asked you out." "You're just being nice." She felt his hands at her waist, forcing her to turn to him, but she avoided his eyes. Staring at his chest, she counted the buttons on his striped shirt, down to where it was tucked into his slacks. The room was only lit by the glow of moonlight, but it looked to her like he was getting excited. She felt her face grow hot, and lifted her gaze to look at his face. He watched her chest rise and fall more rapidly, and his pants were becoming more uncomfortable as he realized that they were of a like mind. Their eyes met, his hands slid down her back, grabbed her ass, and pulled her roughly into him so she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. "Does this feel like I'm just being nice?" She felt an intense tingling deep inside, spreading from her abdomen down her thighs, and everywhere in between. She was aware of her nipples tightening, rubbing against the fabric of her bustier. It had been so long since she had felt such desire - felt desired - that she was speechless. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She buried her face in his neck, trying to get lost in the smell of him, his warmth, trying to burn it into her mind. She could hear him inhaling deeply, pressing his face into her hair. Felt his fingers tangle in her hair for a wonderful moment, then caress her neck, shoulders, and find the zipper at her back. Michelle stepped back just enough for him to be able to slide the straps from her shoulders and pull the dress past her breasts, let it fall to the floor. He took a moment to take in her lingerie, then swallowed thickly. "That is so... hot," he breathed, letting his eyes meet hers. No one had ever called her that before, and it felt amazing. She brought her arms up and caressed the back of his neck with her hands, scratched his scalp lightly with her nails, and their lips met for a first kiss. It began sweetly but quickly turned more passionate. Their hands were exploring urgently. She fumbled with his shirt buttons, which seemed too large to get through the buttonholes. Becoming frustrated, she broke the kiss and cursed. "Why are these not cooperating?" He laughed and quickly undid the shirt while she moved down to the fly of his pants. "There," he panted when his shirt was undone, and she placed her hands on his chest, running her fingers over his chest hair and pausing to caress his nipples. He groaned and bent to kiss the mounds of her breasts that the bustier presented so beautifully. She let her head fall back as she enjoyed the feel of his mouth on her skin, and planted a trail of kisses up her neck. Her breath caught, and she sighed a soft moan. "You like that?" he asked softly. She nodded, weakly murmured "Mmhmm," and he kissed more hungrily, sending chills through her body as he nibbled under her left ear. While he worked his way back down to her heaving breasts, she regained control of her body and her hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers, her fingers finding the silky skin of his hard cock. She felt him shudder as she wrapped her hand around him and gave a gentle tug. "I wonder if anyone has ever been fucked on this desk?" she mused, looking behind him at the teacher's desk. Not removing his mouth from her left breast, he turned them so her butt was pressing against the edge of the table. "I don't know, but you're about to be." To be continued... The Reunion Ch. 02 She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, pressing her chest against his, kissing him deeply. Lifting her, John seated her on the edge of the desk, pushing a stack of papers and a few other things out of their way. He pulled away from the kiss and his mouth moved back down to her chest, gently pushing her to lean back so she had to let her arms go to her sides to support her weight with the palms of her hands against the desk, causing her to thrust her chest forward. Michelle looked at his arm next to hers, admiring his bicep muscles, which were tense from supporting his weight. With his free hand, he pulled down the cup of her bustier and began running his tongue around her right nipple. He took it into his mouth and she arched her back with pleasure. She felt his right hand reach down between them as he pulled himself from the constraints of his pants. Slowly, he rubbed the head of his erection against her pussy, through the thin material of her panties. "Your panties are so wet," he murmured around her nipple. He gave a gentle bite and she moaned loudly. Chuckling, he placed his hand over her mouth. "Somebody is going to hear you!" "Oh, let them come watch," she breathed, grinding herself against him. "I need you to fuck me," she said urgently, pulling him close so she could run her tongue along his lower lip and nibble at it. He started to sink to his knees in front of her. "I want you to come first." He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and she lifted her behind off the table so he could pull down her panties. Giggling, she pulled her feet through the holes and he tossed them aside. He stroked lightly at her neatly trimmed pussy, and smiled up at her. "At this point, I don't think that will take long," she confessed. "No man has ever made me feel like this." She had never had a partner who could bring her to climax without help from something battery-operated. She had a good feeling about John. A really good feeling. She watched as his face moved between her thighs, which were spread wide for him. His fingers separated her folds, and his touch sent fire radiating through her. Slowly, his soft tongue trailed up to her clit, teasing. Her breathing became more rapid, and her hands clutched at his scalp, nails digging into him as he flicked his tongue across her most sensitive area. John was becoming extremely aroused by her body's response to his touch. Her fingers scratched at his scalp and tugged his hair, and she started to buck her hips slightly, moaning. He wanted to hear her yell his name. He entered her with one finger, then two, rubbing, probing, loving the feel of her slick warmth, as he sucked at her clit. That sent her over the edge. She gasped and he felt her legs tremble, her muscles constricting in waves of pleasure. "Ohhh," her voice grew louder, "oh my god, John, you're amazing!" He thought she would tear his hair out by the roots but the sharp pain felt so good. "Oh, John, please," she whimpered, still convulsing with after shocks. "I need you inside me." "Shit," he panted, standing up and pressing himself against her, kissing her neck, her jaw, and finally her mouth, tongues intertwining. "Do you have something, because I wasn't planning on this when I left my apartment." She directed him to her purse, which she had left on one of the smaller desks. She smiled as he struggled for a second to climb out of his pants, which had fallen, and stared intently at his butt as he retrieved her clutch. When he came back to her, she grinned devilishly and grabbed his behind. "You have a cute ass, John." Smiling, he leaned into her, nuzzling her neck, and nipped her earlobe. "I want you to come again for me, baby," he murmured into her ear, rubbing himself in her wetness before sliding the head of his stiff cock inside of her. He gasped in surprise when she grabbed his ass again and pulled him more deeply inside. "Don't tease," she groaned. "Give me a second or I'll lose it," he murmured, taking a moment before he started pumping slowly. She felt him fill her, and began squeezing her pelvic floor muscles with each thrust. He grunted and pumped a little faster. A long, low moan escaped her lips as she felt that familiar tension building inside again. "Where have you been for the last ten years," she panted, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, which were damp with sweat. "Waiting for you." He stopped thrusting, filling her to the hilt, bringing his face to her chest. He shoved the top of her bustier down so he could caress her breasts. A shiver ran through her when his tongue explored one nipple and his thumb rubbed small circles over the other. Without meaning to, she started making noise with each thrust as he started pounding into her again. "Fuck me, John. Harder, oh, god, harder!" she cried out as he continued to play with her nipples and moved his mouth to her neck. "Ohhh I'm going to come again," she moaned as he ground himself into her faster and faster. She cried out in ecstasy, and as he felt the contractions of her orgasm, he lost control, pumping wave after wave of cum inside her. They stood there, breathing heavily, clutching each other tightly, as close as two people can be. She felt his hot breath at her neck, his heart pounding in his chest, still deep inside of her, both of them having small muscle spasms. She suddenly felt overwhelmed, almost to the point of tears. "Thank you," she whispered, starting to pull away. He slowly pulled himself out of her and disposed of the condom. She sank to her knees and gently began lapping at him, cleaning him with her mouth. His breathing quieted and he started running his fingers through her hair. "You're so soft," he murmured, watching her use her mouth on him. When she was done, he pulled her to her feet and they embraced, kissing tenderly, slowly. She didn't want this night to end. As though reading her mind, he said, "I want you to come back to my place." "I can't, someone is waiting for me at home." His eyes widened, and she quickly explained. "I have a one year old daughter," she laughed. She bit her lip, suddenly worried that she may have just scared him away. "For a minute there, I thought I was 'the other man,'" he joked. "We'll have to get together another time, then." Relieved, she gave him a quick peck and started putting herself back together. "These damp panties are a bit cold and uncomfortable," she commented. "So why don't you leave them off? Better yet, give them to me?" he joked. "John, you made me so wet, I'd be leaving a trail on our way out the door with nothing on." Laughing, they left the room a few minutes later, just in time to join the crowd of people leaving the gym. As they walked to her car, they exchanged cell numbers, and promised to be in touch, sealing the deal with a goodnight kiss. To be continued.... The Reunion Ch. 02 It has been three months since I had my little encounter with Jamie. Afterwards, I told him I needed time to think, so I picked up my wedding ring and went back to my old life. And now I'm wondering f I did the right thing. Mike is off sitting in a bar somewhere, and I'm home alone. Not that it really matters, every couple years, we get into what Jamie calls a "cold war": We aren't really fighting .... In fact, we haven't spoken to each other at all in quite some time ... but the tension is continuous. I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know how much longer I can deal with it. Here I am sitting at the kitchen table filled with an overwhelming sense of despair, looking back at my life and wondering what to do next. I know in my heart that this marriage has been over for some time, but it's hard to close the door and step off into the unknown; especially after years of being told that the only way I'm leaving is in a pine box. Jamie and I have discussed the situation several times over the past couple months since we had our encounter, and he's made it quite clear what he wants for me ... Or should I say, 'for us' ... Telling me I shouldn't have to live under someone's thumb like this, I shouldn't have to be afraid to answer the phone, or feel the need to always park in the same spot at work just in case he decides to drive by and check up on me, or wonder when he's going to take the car away again so I can't even go to work. In my heart, I know he's offering me a far better life, but he just doesn't seem to understand that it isn't that easy to just pack up and leave. I keep going over the last discussion we had about it in my mind ... About how I had taken the path of least resistance and sacrificed myself to make it work for the sake of the kids; and while he disagreed with some of my reasoning, it was my choice make. If I was going to do things differently, I going to have to make up my own mind in my own time. "But things are different now," he told me. "The kids are grown and gone and it's time for you to think about what you want. I haven't forgotten Tara asking you why you married him in the first place; have things gotten any better?" "Well, no, they haven't," I told him. "But now I have grandkids to worry about." "I had three sets of grandparents, it wasn't that big of a deal. Besides, it's bad enough when it's your mom, but I can't think of anything more horrible for a kid than watching Grandma get beat up." That stopped me cold. It brings tears to my eyes every time I think about, and I just wish I could convince myself it would never happen. Then I get to thinking about an old friend who had a nervous breakdown after getting beat up once too many ... She's not Connie anymore. I really think the person I used to know is dead, and there's a stranger walking around with her name and her body. Could that be where I'm headed? As I'm sitting here contemplating the future, I realize that after almost thirty-eight years of never knowing what kind of mood he will be in from one minute to the next, thirty-eight years of constant demanding and him screaming at me if I don't jump fast enough to satisfy his sense of control, I'm tired of living in fear. Jamie's right: Love is supposed to be sweet and fulfilling, and after thirty-eight years of marriage, there's nothing here for me anymore. I'm done. And with that, I lay my wedding band on the table, and walk out the door. As I start the car and drive off, the mournful sound of Quarterflash on the radio fits my mood perfectly: "Darlin' in my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd go But it's time to let you know, I'm gonna harden my heart I'm gonna swallow my tears I'm gonna turn ... and ... leave you here ..." I'm about 20 miles away when I choke back my tears long enough to realize that I'm driving off into the night and have no idea where I'm going .... 'It's one in the morning,' I think to myself. 'And where can I go, where he won't find me?' 'I could go to a hotel ... But I really don't want to be alone right now; and what if Mike comes looking for me in the morning?' "The bars are closing soon ....." says a voice in the back of my head. 'Well, that might be a good way to work off my anger, not to mention giving me a place to stay for the night, but I really don't feel like that right now.' The debate goes on as I lose myself in an instrumental on the radio. Then I catch the words and I know who can help: "There you stood ... a distant memory So good ... like we never parted Said to myself I knew you'd set me free And here we are right back where we started Something's come over me And I don't know what to feel Maybe this fantasy is real Now I know I see what I want it to be ..." "Call Jamie," says the voice in my head. "He'll know what to do." 'Yeah, I know what his suggestion will be,' I think to myself. 'I'm not sure I want a relationship right now, but I can always count on him for good advice. If nothing else, he'll make me feel a little better ... he always does.' I dial the number ....... No answer. "Of all the times .... " I curse to myself. "He must be asleep." 'Now what?' I think to myself. As the sense of utter isolation starts to sink in, the call goes to voice mail: "I can't take your call right now ... blah, blah, blah ... Leave a message and I'll get back to you." "Jamie, I really need to talk to you. PLEASE call me back as soon as you can." Just as the thought of going to a bar starts to sound like a viable option, I remember that Jamie had suspected things would end up like this, and had given me a key for just such an occasion. "If you need a place to hide out for a few days, you're always welcome here," he said. "Mike doesn't know where I live and the house is tucked back in the woods so he won't see the car from the road." I haven't been there for thirty years, but I know the place well. It's the old Hanson place where we used to have kegger parties back in the 70's; so I decide it sounds like a good idea, at least for tonight, and headed out that way. As I pull up the lane into the clearing, I am awestruck as the light of the full moon reveals a soaring tower and a wrap around porch trimmed with delicate spindle work. I can't believe what he has done with that crumbling old house that used to be littered with rusty beer cans. Far from "just fixing it up a little", as he so modestly put it, he has taken a fairly ordinary farm house and transformed it into a beautiful Queen Ann. The porch light shines invitingly as I pull up, and a light shimmers through the stained glass of the tower like a beacon .... Almost like he knew I was coming. Once inside, I find my way down the back hall, following the light into a time-warp: from the tiled walls to the soft lines of the 50's appliances, it was just like my grandma's kitchen. I can almost smell the fresh baked bread as a flood of childhood memories washes over me. Looking over at the table, I find a wine glass and a bottle of golden elixir waiting for me; and sit down for a much needed drink. As I savor the flavor of sweet spices rising up in a sea of golden honey, I feel the anger and frustration melting away and the house seems to wrap its arms around me, making me feel completely safe for the first time in quite a while. The feeling comes over me that after spending fifteen years making up my mind, I have finally come home. I sit for a few minutes, wondering if I should just sleep on the couch or go tell him that I'm here. Deciding I should tell him I'm here, I go looking for the bedroom. When I find the elaborately carved staircase, I pause at the bottom, pondering what happens next. After our last encounter, I needed time to think, and picked up my wedding ring and went back to my old life. Even if I do sleep on the couch, Mike will never believe it; so I may not have that option this time. If I'm going to stay here, I need to be sure of what it is that I really want. The thought lingers in my mind that, if I hurry, I can get home before Mike does, and pretend none of this ever happened, avoiding the fire storm that will surely come out of it. 'But ...' I think to myself, 'there would be hell to pay if I didn't get there before he did. And I'm tired of living that way.' Quietly climbing the stairs, I sneak into his room like a thief in the night to find him sleeping, his bed dimly illuminated by the silvery moon shining through the stained glass window. I stand there watching him sleep, and after a few minutes of debate, I turn on the light. Soon he stirs and looks up at me. "Well, hello, Pat. Nice to see you. Have you made up your mind, or are you just looking for a place to crash?" "I don't know, Jamie. I'd like to say that it's over, but there's always something holding me back." "Well, I'm going to strongly suggest you make up your mind. You can stay here for as long as you want, but you might not like what you go home to." "I've spent the last thirty years never knowing what kind of a mood he was going to be in from one minute to the next, never knowing when he might fly into a rage for no apparent reason, so what else is new?" "That's just the kind of thinking that lets you talk yourself out of it every time you get close to breaking free. You're afraid to go home, but you're just as afraid of change. You shouldn't have to live in an emotional stranglehold, Pat. Maybe you've never known any other way, but even if the marks are on the inside where only your friends will see them, it's still abuse. I'm offering you a better way if you want it." Of course, he's right but I don't want to think about that right now. Desperately looking for a way to change the subject I ask, "You knew I was coming, didn't you?" "Well, not exactly, but I always know when you're hurting. It's a rather helpless feeling; really, knowing the one you love is suffering and not being able to do anything about it. That's why I gave you the key, so you'd have a place to go when you finally decided you'd had enough. Are you here to stay this time?" "I don't know, Jamie. Do you still want me after all that's happened?" "Pat, I realize you've spent half your life being told you were no good, but did you really think I wanted to settle for a one night stand? I've seen you at your very best and at your very worst, and you're not perfect by any means, but you're everything I ever wanted and a few things I never would have imagined possible. I couldn't imagine not wanting you. And if it's not love that you want right now, then I will do my best to be exactly what you need me to be." "I know you will, Jamie. Right now, I just want to get some sleep." "Alright. You can sleep here, or you can crash on the couch. It's up to you." After a moment's debate, I strip down to bra and panties before slipping into his bed and drifting off to sleep safe in his arms. Getting up at the crack of dawn, I stand looking out the window as the rising sun reveals the little corner of paradise he has created for himself. As I watch the mist rising up from the pond swirling around the lily garden, I feel that I have finally come home, and this is where I want to stay. Turning back to the bed, I stand there watching him sleep and can't help thinking about the passion of our last encounter and how it seemed to be so much more than just a one night stand. I am completely intoxicated by the overwhelming emotions welling up inside of me making me want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I'm thinking that this could be my last chance to reclaim my long lost love and if it means walking away from thirty-eight years of my life with nothing but the clothes on my back, the new life we create together just might be worth it. Climbing back into bed, I begin gently stroking his chest before slowly moving down to his legs. As the fire builds within me, I slip my hand inside his shorts to gently stroke his balls. He stirs a little, but doesn't wake up as his cock starts to respond to my gentle touch. Thinking about a story he once told me about waking up one morning to find himself in the middle of a three-some with his buddy's girlfriend, I move my head down and start to gently lick up and down the length of his hardening cock, just as she had done. When he is fully erect, I move down between his legs and, pulling his shorts out of the way, I start licking his balls before moving back up to his swollen cock. I lick around the head and slowly suck it deeply into my mouth. He begins to groan softly in his sleep and I wonder what kind of erotic dreams I'm inspiring. As I slip his shorts off, he begins to stir, then reaches up to turn on the light. "Hey, Sleepyhead. Having a nice dream?" "I wasn't sure if it was a dream or not, and didn't want to wake up and miss it." I take one more lick up the length of his cock, and then kiss my way up his body until we meet face to face. The passion I feel is overwhelming as I lean down until our lips meet for a long breath stealing kiss. As our tongues intertwine, I feel him reaching back to undo my bra. Once I feel the strap come loose, I sit up so he can pull the shoulder straps over my arms and slip my bra off before tossing it aside. I'm trembling with passion as he reaches up to cup and massage my breasts with his hands before moving down to roll my nipples between his fingers, making them even harder and making me moan in pleasure. I move a little closer so he can enjoy my full breasts completely; burying his face in my soft flesh, then sucking and nibbling my nipples until they stand out like points and my cunt is soaking wet. I feel his hands slowly slide down my body until he is gently stroking the backs of my thighs and my panty covered buns The feeling is incredibly erotic and when the feeling becomes too much to bear, I raise up and strip my panties down to my knees, then drop back to my hands and knees so he can work them the rest of the way off. While he continues to swirl his tongue around my nipples, I feel him reach between us, gently stroking my wet slit, then slipping a couple finger inside me. I shudder with pleasure as his thumb begins rubbing my swollen clit while his fingers continue working their own magic inside me. When he senses that I'm about to go over the edge, he takes his hand away and moves me back to a position where he can enter me. I lower myself onto him, squeezing my muscles down to make his cock feel especially welcome, then lean forward so my hard nipples teasingly brush his face as my breasts sway with my movement. He reaches up to squeeze my soft breasts and sucks the nipples as I slowly ride up and down on his cock, rocking my hips as I do to draw him as deeply as possible into me. I'm already so turned on that it doesn't take long before I am shuddering with a powerful orgasm, collapsing breathlessly on top of him as my sweet girl juices gush over his manhood. When I am able to move again, he rolls me over on my back and kisses me passionately as his hands begin roaming all over my body, teasingly stroking and squeezing my quivering flesh. Then he moves over me, massaging my full breasts with his strong hands as he begins to gently suck and lick my rock hard nipples. I start to squirm and writhe in excitement beneath as he begins gradually, teasing, working lower -- opening my legs wide in anticipation as he moves his head down between my thighs. Just as he reaches that point, he stands up and has me move so I am lying back with my butt on the edge of the bed. There, he kneels between my widely spread thighs and begins to gently stroke the inside of my thighs with the backs of his hands. Soon, his mouth replaces his hands, teasing me as he licks and nibbles up my thighs, up around my steaming mound, and down the other thigh while his hands gently stroke my sensitive buns. I am all but begging for it when he finally moves his head up between my thighs and begins to lick up and down the length of my slit while he reaches up to massage my breasts with his hands. Moving his hands back between my legs, he opens my lips and begins sliding his tongue deep inside me, then gently licking over my soft folds as I moan with pleasure. I moan louder and begin to squirm uncontrollably as he slides a couple fingers deep inside, rubbing my G-spot, and begins to lick my clit - circling it with his tongue as I hump against his mouth. Then he slips a finger into my ass and starts fucking me with his tongue until I begin to come again. When I start to shudder, he moves up and begins furiously pounding his cock into me; prolonging my orgasm as my muscles clamp down on him and I cry out in pleasure. He keeps pounding me long and hard until he feels his balls tighten, then he shoves his cock deep inside where it explodes, his body trembling as he fills me with stream after stream of his hot cum Afterwards, he moves to lie down close beside me so we can snuggle close while we catch our breath. Both of us are completely exhausted and satisfied in a way neither has ever experienced before. "Jamie, it took me a while to make up my mind, but I want to stay. Mike is history and my old life is over. I'm ready to give myself to you completely. " "Are you sure that's what you want this time?" Looking deep into his eyes, "I'm sure. I love you, Jamie, and this time I'm here to stay. You've created the home of your dreams, now let me be the woman of your dreams." Snuggling up close, he kisses me gently, "I love you too, Pat; and I've waited a long time to welcome you home." Snuggling up together, we drift off to sleep in each other's arms, happy to finally be together after all these years. The Reunion Ch. 03 John had texted her the next day to tell her what a great time he had at the reunion, but he felt bad that they hadn't talked much. He said that he'd never done anything like that before, and she responded that she hadn't, either. She also told him he was the best she'd ever had, and she couldn't wait to see him again. They had chatted a little about their jobs and the like, becoming more acquainted. She found some time during the week to go to the mall and buy some matching bra and panty sets. The idea of seeing him again gave her such a thrill, and she could hardly get him off her mind. She was getting some housework done Thursday night after her daughter went to bed. When she was putting some laundry away, she pulled her new bra out of her drawer and studied it, imagining John taking it off of her. She texted him to see if he was busy. He said he was just laying in bed watching tv, so she slipped off her shirt to put on the new bra, took a picture of her breasts with her phone, and sent it to him. "I got this especially for you, to take off of me this weekend." "Tease." "You like it?" A couple of minutes went by, and she received a picture message. When she realized it was his bed sheets tented over an erection, she laughed out loud. "Take that as a yes!! What would you do if you were here?" "Kiss that spot on your neck you like so much, and nibble you through that sexy bra." "I can't stand it anymore. Got to take this bra off and feel my skin pressed against you." A minute passed, then he sent, "Are you touching yourself?" She had laid on her bed and started rubbing her left breast through the bra. "Are you watching me? LOL" Her phone rang. "Hey," John said. "Wanted to hear your voice." "I only ever had phone sex once before. It was fun, do you want to try?" "That's why I called." She could hear the smile in his voice. "Are you rubbing that hard-on you're hiding under those sheets? Imagine that I'm moving down between your legs, wrap my hand around your shaft and tease the head with my tongue." She could hear him breathing. "I like to suck on just the head for a little while, then try to take the rest in. I don't think I could fit all of you in my mouth, though. You're a little too big for me." "Are you getting wet?" "Mmm," she replied, sliding her hand from her breast down under the waistband of her panties, which had a moist spot. "I just put my hand down my panties, John." "I love when you say my name." "I put my finger inside me. Just thinking about you makes me so wet. I'm spreading the wetness around, I wish this was your tongue on my clit." "I love the way you taste. I would stick my tongue inside of you, then tease around your clit until you were begging me to stop. I want to suck on your clit while your lips are wrapped around my cock." She pinched one of her nipples, then slid her hand back down between her legs, sliding her finger over her clit, pleasure welling up inside. "I can hear you breathing faster, baby," he said. "I'm getting close, John. Fuck, I wish you were here," she muttered. "I bet you're rock hard right now." "I'm stroking it, thinking about being inside of you. Sucking on your tits." "Oh, you know I love that. I just put my fingers inside, rubbing like you did the other night. You made me go crazy. Rubbing my clit, I'm so wet for you, John. I want to hear you come." She heard his breath come faster, and he moaned her name. She moved her fingers faster, whimpering for him, asking him to make her come. Felt the warm, tingling sensation build and spread, and suddenly explode into a climax. She moaned softly for him, and couldn't speak for a moment while the tremors wracked through her. He broke the silence. "I want to watch you touch yourself." She sighed. "Next time we see each other, maybe?" "I'm looking forward to it." *** They had made plans for Saturday night, and she was stoked that the time had finally arrived. Ava was sleeping at her Dad's, so Michelle could stay out however late she wanted. It was a warm night, so she had on a sun dress that came just above her knees. She was picking John up, and they had plans to go to the Boardwalk. Conversation came easily during the car ride. When they arrived, they got some ice cream and people-watched. They went on a few rides, played some arcade games. Then Michelle suggested they go for a walk on the beach. She stopped at her car first to get the blanket she had brought, and to leave their shoes behind. He tucked the blanket under his arm and took her hand with the other. They strolled on the wet sand in comfortable silence. Every so often they would pass other people, but after a while they were alone with the crashing waves, the light breeze, and the moonlight. "I haven't felt like this in a long time," she finally said. "Like what?" They came to a large wall of rocks that extended from halfway up the beach out into the water. She took the blanket from him, laid it out on the dry sand, and sat down, gesturing for him to do the same. "I feel young when I'm with you. Not that we're old," she laughed, "I just haven't felt my age in a long time." She paused. "And you make me feel special." She looked over at him and gave a small smile. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and asked, "Why is it your words are happy, but you sound sad?" She just shook her head, and leaned against his chest. "I just want to be here right now. No more talking. Just feel you." He kissed the top of her head. She raised her face to kiss his neck, and felt his hand move down to her knee, then slide up her thigh, under her dress. She shifted onto her knees and gently nudged him so that he would lay down. They lay on their sides, facing each other. He ran his hand up her thigh again and hitched her leg over his hip, her dress riding up, and he slid his hand over her ass, pulling her into him, pressing his groin into her. Time passed, and they lay kissing, exploring each others' mouths and necks, caressing, but staying clothed. "I feel like a teenager," she whispered, smiling. "I forgot how nice it can be to just kiss." "Can you spend the night with me tonight?" She nodded, and kissed his nose. "Why don't we save the love-making for a proper bedroom this time," he murmured. She looked at him questioningly, and he glanced over her head, toward the rocks. "There's two people up there watching us. They have a nice view of your underwear, I think." "We could be modest. Or we could put on a show? It's up to you." She let her hand trail down to the crotch of his jeans, rubbing his bulging erection. To be continued... The Reunion Ch. 04 "I've never had sex in public before," she spoke quietly. "Attempted once, at the beach, but a cop nearly caught us. That killed the mood." They both laughed. "What do you think?" "It might be exciting." His hand reached in between their bodies, rubbing her through her panties. "Mmm. Been waiting all week to feel you touch me again." He kissed her, and brought his hand around her neck to untie the straps of her halter dress. Once undone, his fingers trailed down her chest and pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her bra. "I remember you," he smiled. He brought his mouth down to her breast and, with a soft growl, nipped at her through the lacy material, making her giggle. "It's very nice, but I'd rather see you." Before she could reach to unhook it, he deftly undid the clasps with one hand. "Well aren't you nimble?" When he had her exposed to the night air, he playfully buried his face between her tits. "I guess you're a boob man." In reply, he started showering her breasts with kisses and licks and nibbles. His hand went between her legs again, this time finding its way to the waistband of her panties and tugging them out of his way. His fingers dipped inside her for a delicious moment, then found her clit and made it slick with her juices. She moaned, and he continued to work on her nipples with his mouth, and stroke her pussy. He started finger fucking her and she thrust her hips in response. "I want to hear you make some noise. I love the way you moan when I'm getting you off." He licked her neck. She sighed, "I want you to kiss me when I come. Then I want to suck you off." Excited, he went back to rubbing circles around her clit and sucking on her nipples, pinching them between his lips. He could tell she was getting close. "Does it make you hot to know they're watching?" She moaned loudly, and he covered her mouth with his. She came, and he felt her body tremble and spasm, lost in waves of pleasure for a few beautiful moments. He felt like he was near to bursting without even being touched. As her back arched, her head tilted back, and he kissed her neck tenderly. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his lips. He continued rubbing her clit gently, immensely enjoying the sight of her continuing to climax. Her body relaxed, and he brought his hand up to caress her breasts. "Holy shit, John," she said, catching her breath. Once she composed herself, she pulled her panties back into place and sat up so she could unzip his fly. "Your turn. Help me get your pants down, babe." He obliged. Straddling his thighs, she leaned forward, running her hands up under his shirt, and asked him if he liked his nipples played with. When he nodded, she smiled. "Good, because I like to play with them." He remembered the people he had seen above them, and glanced over. He saw two heads peering over the top of the rocks, one turned as they spoke to the other. Michelle had pushed his shirt up, exposing his chest, and was laying over him so his dick pressed against her stomach, and her breasts brushed against his stomach. He closed his eyes and forgot about the voyeurs in the rocks as she started flicking one of his nipples with her tongue. She teased his nipples for several minutes, rubbing herself against his erection, pressing her breasts against him. Slowly, she kissed and licked her way down his stomach and thighs, her long hair brushing against his dick. Her mouth moved up his shaft with light kisses, and she massaged his balls gently. She licked from the base up to the sensitive head, and lapped up a couple of drops of precum from the tip. Sitting up halfway, supporting himself on one elbow, he reached down with the other hand to hold her hair away from her face. She made eye contact as she took him into her mouth, which he thought was so hot. He watched her take the tip into her mouth and wrap her fingers around his shaft. The suction of her mouth felt fantastic, then she started pumping her hand and teasing the head with her tongue. Looking up at him, the corners of her mouth came up in a smile. He briefly thought again of their audience, but couldn't take his eyes off Michelle. She teased him for a few more minutes, and his pulse started to quicken. She took the head into her mouth again, wrapped her fingers around him, and moved her head and fist up and down in unison. He groaned, and watched as she licked up and down the shaft, then took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her head bobbed up and down, and it took all of his self-control to keep from pushing her down onto him. His fingers tightened in her hair, but he let her control the pace. "That feels so good." He watched as most of his cock disappeared into her eager mouth, over and over. "Fuck, I'm getting close." He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She went back to sucking on the tip and stroking with her hand, picking up the pace. "Oh, fuck, Michelle, oh, God," he groaned. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed what he gave her. He collapsed back onto the blanket and she lay next to him, her arm draped across his chest, hand over his pounding heart. They lay listening to the waves for several minutes while John's breathing returned to normal. "Want to head back?" she asked. "If we lay here much longer I think we'll both pass out." She pecked him on the cheek and sat up to put her bra and dress back where they belonged. *** The ride back to his place had been quiet, because John fell asleep. She was pleased to see that he didn't snore! His apartment was the upper level of a house on a quiet, residential street. They were sitting together on the loveseat eating bowls of Cheerios. "Do you like being a mom?" A warm smile spread across her face as she thought of her little one. "It's so amazing... I don't think it's possible to understand it until you become a parent. To watch this little thing that came from you turn into a little person... Want to see a picture of her?" She set her bowl down and took her phone from the coffee table. Leaning into him, she showed him a few photos on her phone. He smiled at the way her face lit up when she talked about her daughter. "I'd like to meet her." "Yeah?" She was touched. "I was nervous when I first told you about her, afraid it might be a deal-breaker." "I want to have kids someday." Michelle idly scrolled through some more photos, and came to one of Ava with her father. "Your ex?" She nodded. "What's your relationship with him like?" "Oh, we get along ok, we want to stay friendly for her sake." She paused, and looked up at John. "No chance in hell I'd ever take him back, if that's what you're asking." A couple of minutes went by, looking at more pictures. "Are you dating anyone else?" he asked suddenly "No. You?" He shook his head. "You're about all I can handle, Romeo," she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against him. Softly, she kissed his lips, his jaw, and nuzzled his neck. "I'm not used to being with someone who can make my toes curl. Not without the help of a vibrator." He laughed. She laid her head on his chest and slid one hand down the inside of his thigh. "When are you going to invite me into your bedroom?" "Now." They stood, he took her hand, and led the way. To be continued... The Reunion Ch. 05 The bedroom lights were on a dimmer switch, so he turned the lights on low. She took a moment to look around. A king bed took up most of the room. There was a night stand on one side of the bed, and a small bookshelf on the other, a tv on the wall opposite the bed, and a small pile of clothes on the floor near a large closet. She sat on the end of the bed. "Looks like a nice cozy place to watch some porn," she grinned. She untied her dress and rubbed the back of her neck. John turned on the "soft hits" music channel. As Aerosmith's "Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" started to play, Michelle mentioned absently that she loved that song. He held his hand out to her, which she accepted, rising to her feet. He held her hand, and placed his other at the small of her back, and she realized they were going to dance. "Oh," she said softly, suddenly feeling tears spring up in the corners of her eyes as she let him lead her in a slow dance. "Did I do something wrong? Should I stop?" "No, it's nothing," she murmured. She hadn't danced with a man since her wedding several years ago, and before that, she had only danced with her father on a couple of occasions. Resting her head against his shoulder, she asked, "Did you go to our prom?" "No. I guess you didn't?" He felt her shake her head 'no.' "Why don't you close your eyes and imagine you're in some fancy dress..." "Instead of a sun dress with the straps hanging down and my bra showing?" "Yes," he chuckled. "Here, we'll even dance like kids." He lifted her arms and put her hands behind his neck, then placed his hands down at her waist. They swayed, shuffling their feet and turning in a little circle, and for a minute she forgot they were in a bedroom, and almost 30 years old. She felt like that silly little girl who thought no one would ever love her because she didn't get asked to dance - except she finally did get asked. She lifted her head and looked up into his eyes, smiling. "For a second, I expected to see streamers and balloons above your head." She stood on tip-toes to give him a kiss. "Thank you, John. It's so nice to be with someone so sweet." She pulled his face back down to hers again, and when his lips parted she touched her tongue to his, teasing. When he moved his tongue into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it and moved her face forward and back, sucking on it sensually, as though it was his penis. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently, and lightly scratching his scalp. When she released his tongue, she nibbled his lower lip. "You should know, when you're thoughtful and sweet like that, it makes me so hot for you." As they kissed, he directed her back to the bed. She felt the backs of her legs touch the mattress, and his hands roamed over her back, caressed her bare arms, shoulders, as he licked and sucked at the sensitive area on her neck, behind her ear. She shivered at the warm pleasure that spread down her neck, and sighed. "That feels amazing, but please don't leave marks. I'll never hear the end of it at work." Suddenly, he gave her shoulders a playful shove and she fell back onto the bed, caught off-guard. "You little shit," she laughed, pushing herself up to lean on her elbows. He stared openly at her chest, which was thrust forward at that moment. "Do you really like this bra?" she asked, running her fingers lightly across one breast. He grinned, a hungry look in his eye, inspired when she caressed herself. "I want to watch you touch yourself." He crawled into bed, turning onto his side and propping himself up so he could get a good view. "Come up here and get comfortable on the pillows," he suggested. She obeyed after pulling her dress off over her head. He leaned in to kiss her and gave one of her nipples a pinch through her bra. Her hand brushed against his as she began stroking her breasts. "Kiss me, John." He broke the kiss when he felt her body shift as she removed her panties, so he could see what she was doing. He jumped, startled, when her panties suddenly hit him in the face. "Now who's being a little shit," he growled, and pinned her to the bed. He buried his face in her neck and she heard him threaten to leave several marks. Laughing, she yelled at him to stop. "It's just, you were staring so intently at my crotch, I couldn't help it." "I was waiting for my private show to start," he said, rolling off of her. He placed his hand on the side of her face, and she turned slightly to kiss his palm. He traced her lips with his thumb, which she then took into her mouth, sucking. A few moments later his hand slid down to her neck as he became distracted. His eyes strayed from her left nipple, which she was rubbing, down to her other hand, her finger sliding over her clit then down into herself. He watched as she removed her finger from her wet pussy, soaked with her juices, and brought her hand up to his mouth. Their eyes locked as he sucked her finger clean. "I want you to take your cock out so I can see how excited you are to watch me." She slipped off her bra. His erection sprang out of his pants, and he started stroking it as she went back to pleasuring herself, moaning softly. "I love that big cock of yours, John. I want you to come all over my tits, baby." He groaned as he stroked faster, watching her finger herself, writhing at her own touch. Her hips were bucking slightly as she came close to climax, and it nearly sent him over the edge. Leaning forward, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, and felt her spasm with pleasure beneath him. "Ooooh fuck, oh YES," she yelled, arching her back. Chest heaving, she cried, "I need you to come all over me, John!" She rubbed her wet hand between her breasts for some lubrication, and he rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her skin. She pushed her breasts against him. He cried out, and she felt the heat of his cum splashing on her skin in several bursts. She was so turned on. Her orgasm had been intense, but she wanted more. She massaged her breasts, rubbing his fluids into her skin. She felt an ache between her legs. She wanted to feel him fill her up. Turning towards him, she licked around one of his nipples, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat. She took his nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with her tongue. She did the same to the other, her hand reaching down to play with his balls. "Think we can get him ready for round two? I need you to fuck the shit out of me, hon." John rolled, and she lay on her back under him. "Actually, it's round three. And I'm sure he's up to it." They enjoyed each other's mouths for a while, and she felt her need burning again. She started to grind against his thigh, which was between her legs. He pulled his face away from hers, smiling. "Is that the signal? You start humping me like a dog?" She reached down to grab his dick, which was stiffening. He rolled so he could reach into the drawer to grab a condom. She took the opportunity to wrap her mouth around him, bringing him to his full length. As he sat up, she laid back onto the bed. He knelt by her, grabbed a pillow, and had her lift herself up to slide it under her butt. He positioned himself between her legs, and he heard a soft, "Mmmmmm" as he entered her. Thrusting slowly, he leaned forward to suckle at her breasts and neck. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and her hands caressed his back. He took his time, nearly pulling completely out, then pushing in as deeply as he could, burying his face into her neck, the smell of her hair, her sweat, her sex, intoxicating. She started moaning beneath him, her fingers clutching his head and holding his hair tightly, like she was afraid to let go. Part of her was afraid to let go, needed to be reminded that this was real, didn't want this feeling to ever end. It had been years since someone had made love to her like this. She wasn't sure she had ever felt this close to someone before. After a time, the slow love-making, while intense in its own way, had Michelle wanting a little more. "This is incredible, baby," she whispered into his ear. "I want you to do me a little faster." He kissed her softly, then smiled. "You want me to fuck you now." "Please." "Get on your knees," he said, pulling out. Her heart raced faster as she got on all fours for him. Her favorite position. He squeezed her ass, and rubbed her clit with his fingers until she started making noise for him. Suddenly, he thrust deep into her, deeper than he had been able to before. As he rammed into her, she braced herself with one hand on the head board and started fingering herself. "Ohhhhh, God, yes... Fuck me, John, fuck meeeee!" He grabbed onto her hips, driving into her with more force as she yelled for him to fuck her harder. The bed was banging so hard against the wall, he thought the downstairs neighbors would probably call the damn cops, but he didn't care. He felt her pussy squeezing him as she came, and he continued to pound into her while she cried out, the loudest orgasm he'd ever heard from her. He thrust deep into her, trembling as he unloaded inside of her. "Oh, God, that was good," he murmured, kissing her back. "Incredible," she breathed, collapsing into the pillows. He lay down next to her, stroking her hair, and kissed her shoulder. "You're beautiful." She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she was fairly sure that was her hormones talking. That, and the fact that no other man had ever called her beautiful before. Instead of "I love you," she told him that he, also, was beautiful, and he smiled and kissed her. She thought that this was the beginning of something very special.