I grew up on the West Coast. I live on the East Coast. I don't normally tra back and forth, but every so often business takes me out there. With the various COVID protocols lifting there's been a backorder of work out there. So off I went. Somewhere over Texas a high school buddy texted asking if I was going to the reunion. Our 20th was cancelled last year, what the hell... Turns out they rescheduled and it was during my trip, awesome, guess I'm in. I text my wife, she's bummed I'm going solo but we both missed the email.
So night of the reunion I show up. I'm standing at the table looking at names I don't recognize and I'm confused. They ask "which year". And that's when the night got interesting. It was a double reunion, our year, an year behind. That's important because my high school sweetheart was a year behind. She's the reason my wife hates my yearbooks. She's the reason most of my high school photos are tucked away. She's the reason my wife doesn't talk much with my old buddies. And now we're both on campus, and I'm solo.
Big campus, lots of people, slim chance of running into her, but her nametag is missing so I know she's here. I find my buddies easy enough. They ask about my wife. I tell them the story. They laugh, then ask about Amber. She'd noticed my name tag, hit up my friends, asked if I was coming... yeah she's here. Before I even ask, she's also solo. Husband is on business down South. She said she'd be with her friends if I showed up. Fuck it, not tempting fate.
I hit the bar. As I'm ordering the voice behind me breaks through the drone of the crowd. "2 doubles, neat, Jacks... you still drink it don't you Johnny?" Great Amber found me. Didn't go to my friends, didn't go to her friends, 2 high school sweetheats, 2 drinks, and a stroll through campus. We ducked out. If anyone noticed they didn't stop us.
Some small talk, lots of memories, up a few flights of stairs, a couple turns, and she pulls me in for a long kiss. We found an unlocked door in the music room. Clothes started coming off after we got inside. Full disclosure, we didn't fuck in high school. Her body hadn't changed much. We were both fit, both older, both experienced. Jesus we went at it. Multiple positions, her mouth just as amazing as her pussy. Lots and lots of moans and motions. She told me to tell her when I was close, special present... she sucked me off and swallowed it.
A few giggles. A bit shocked it happened. Then we got dressed and back to our stroll. No shit, 4 more unlocked doors, plus the theater, plus under the bleachers, plus the stairwell and the chapel. We made up for lost time... creampied 3 times...
Oddly no guilt. We both just sort of exploded physically and emotionally. So from now on I understand why my wife hated her. Despite all those years, I still love her.
