A good reason to go to your high school reunions [MF, oral]

I received the letter in the mail inviting me to my high school’s 15-year reunion. I had to double check that it had actually been 15 years. I don’t have the best memories from high school so I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make the trip back home to see a bunch of people that I didn’t talk to anymore.

After escaping high school l, graduated college, then grad school and found a job that I’m good at and pays well enough. Backtracking 15 years to rub elbows with people that didn’t like me then and will probably resent me now.

So why did I go? Part of me wanted to rub it in their faces. Part of me wanted to see the real life version of Facebook, the ones with rapidly receding hair lines, the ones who grew their beer bellies in collegiate drinking competitions, and the ones who peaked in high school.

Before I knew it my flight home and hotel were booked for that weekend in June. I spent most of the flight wondering who else would show up to this thing. Undoubtedly all the cool kids from high school would be there. But all the others like me are more or less a coin flip.

Getting there on time was probably a mistake but at least it wasn’t too crowded. After picking out my name tag at the check-in table I scanned the room for friendly faces. Finding none I headed to the bar. Luckily they had my favorite beer on tap.

I recognized some of the faces. None that I really wanted to strike up a conversation with so i was content standing at an end of the bar sipping my beer.

“Well I would have bet $1,000 that the one and only Mike Bishop wouldn’t ever show up to one of these things.”

I turned to see who had spotted me, hoping it was an old friend I had lost touch with somehow. There was only one person near me. A woman. Nicely fitting blue dress, not slutty, but definitely making a statement that she was doing well in her post high school life.

My memory failed me. Her face didn’t look familiar to me. Glancing down at her name tag. “Molly Reiner?. Wow, is that really you?” While we weren’t exactly close friends in high school I knew who she was. I just didn’t remember her… like this.

“Yep. It’s really me. I’m glad you came. I was worried it would be just the locals here tonight and I would have no one to talk to.”

We went through the normal small talk and exchanged back stories for the last 15 years of our lives. I found out I didn’t recognize her because I remembered her with bright red hair pulled back into a pony tail on her petite body. Now her red hair had lost some of it’s bright color but was still noticeably red and her body had filled out just the perfect amount. Apparently shortly after high school she became pregnant with her first child. The father ended up splitting shortly after he found out. She took a couple of years before starting college part time. She became pregnant for the second time just before she finished her degree. That guy ended up taking a job a few states over. So here she was raising two kids in the town she grew up in.

I was pretty sure she was flirting with me. Or at least I hoped she was because I was doing my best to flirt with her.

It was a few drinks into the night when she casually let into the conversation that one line that seems cliche but is so true of a lot of people in high school. “It’s a bit embarrassing to admit but I had a bit of a crush on you back in the day.” I found her nervous blush and smile very attractive.

“That’s funny. I always thought you were cute. I remember going to a soccer game that you played in. It was the first time I had seen you play any kind of sport. You were so aggressive. You just took what you wanted and I remember thinking that you looked rather sexy doing it. You used to wear your shorts with the top rolled up. It showed a lot of your legs.”

“Haha. I thought I caught you looking a couple of times when I was on the field. I had to roll my shorts up because they were two sizes too big for my waist back then.”

The night was coming to a close and neither of us had bothered to talk to anyone else. And I think we were both thankful that no one else had tried to talk to us as well.

“So you can’t be traveling back tonight. Where are you staying?”

She must have known I was at the only motel in town. It wasn’t a 5-star establishment by any means but it was close to the high school and since even my parents moved out of town a few years ago i didn’t have any other option.

“Well… you know you could always crash at my place.”

I knew what she meant by that and it was a hell of a lot better than staying at the crappy motel. I tried to hide my excitement and accepted her generous offer.

We barely made it in the door when she turned and stood on her tip toes to give me a passionate kiss. I responded immediately by grasping her waist and pulling her body into mine. Her tongue and mine met in the middle just like as if we were back in high school making out behind the bleachers.

That embrace really had us both out of breath. She put a finger to my lips right before I was about to try and scoop her off her feet. “Wait. We have to be quiet. Both my girls are sleeping. Follow me.”

She grabbed my hand and lead me through the mostly dark house to the master bedroom in the back. She kissed me again before pushing me backwards onto the bed. “Wait there I’m going to be right back.” She slipped back into the hallway. I guessed she was going to check on her kids. I saw her tip toe back into the room wearing a bathrobe held tightly closed.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed with her between my spread knees. She shrugged the robe off her slender shoulders and it fell to the ground. I couldn’t help but to let my eyes gaze over her from toe to head. Her legs were even longer and sexier than they were in high school. She was wearing the sexiest pair of black lacy panties I have ever seen on a woman. Her breasts looked absolutely delightful. Her nipples just starting to harden on top of her firm breasts. I wanted to reach out and caress both of them, but I was too mesmerized by her form.

Her arms reached up and she daftly pulled her hair back in a pony tail and slipped on a hair tie. I smiled. It was just as I had remembered her doing it back in high school. If only I could have seen her do it nearly naked back then too.

I don’t even remember any words being spoken. It was as if both of us knew what we wanted and there was no time or reason to talk about it. We just did it.

She kneeled in front of me and started unfastening my belt and pants. My cock was already half hard when her fingers wrapped around it and pulled it free. Her smile and eyes widened. I not huge but I don’t think she expected me to be that big.

Molly started by kissing the head and underside of my shaft. I did my best to keep my groans of excitement to a whisper. When she opened her mouth and too me inside her I took a sharp breath in and exhaled with a big sigh of pleasure. This seemed to entice her. The sweet and kind Molly that I had known in high school was now firmly holding on to the base of my cock while her lips stretched to fit half of it inside her mouth.

I could feel her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock each time her head bobbed up and down. It was a glorious feeling. Each stroke seemed to get easier and slicker. I’m sure my cock was leaking little bits of precum and Molly’s wonderful blow job only helped to spread it around.

I don’t know how but Molly knew just when to slow down and stop so I wouldn’t climax too early into her mouth. She stood up and her waist was at the perfect level for me to reach out and grasp each side of her panties. It took just a little tug to get them past her hips and see them fall to the floor around her feet. Her beautiful pussy exposed to me for the first time. I admired it’s shaved beauty and knew I wanted to devour this sweet girl and make her feel the same immense pleasure that she had just given to me.

Molly saw the yearning in my eyes and quickly splayed out on the bed on her back. My body positioned between her smooth legs that were spread wide to open her pussy to me. Even in the dark room I could tell it was already dripping wet.

My hands caressed her legs and I took up a position so my face was just in front of her most sensitive area. Holding her legs my tongue made a long pass up the center of her slit. I could taste her juices that were flowing out of her. Her hips rose and tensed as I’m sure it brought waves of pleasure to her most sensitive of areas. Her hands clasp around her mouth to suppress her moans and heavy breathing sounds as my tongue lapped up again. The taste of her soft pussy coupled with her lively hips really turned me on.

I can only hope that she enjoyed receiving my oral pleasure as much as I enjoyed giving it. And judging by her continued response I would say she did.

I felt her hands cradle my head and bring me up to hers so our lips could kiss deeply. She whispered, “I want to ride you until I cum.”

There aren’t a lot of sexier phrases that a woman can say to a man other than that. I didn’t object and quickly lay on my back preparing for her to straddle me to bring us both to climax.

She threw a leg across me and reach down to hold my throbbing cock up against her slick pussy lips. It was a brief moment of calm before the head slipped into her and her hips slowly sunk down. It was a few strokes where she progressively took more of me into her warm tight pussy. From then on she seemed to increase the pace with each stroke. Her hands clinching the sheets on either side of my head and her sexy body was rocking right on top of mine. My hands guiding her hips down my cock each time faster and faster.

I was getting close and I could tell Molly was too. Her eyes locked with mine just before her whole body tensed up and she squeezed them shut. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and her hips slammed down on to me once more as my cock started to explode inside her. I slowly brought her hips up and then down again as her orgasm continued with mine. Both of us trying our hardest not to scream out the great pleasure that we were both feeling.

A few seconds later Molly collapsed beside me. Our bodies spent and exhausted from our love making.

In the morning I woke later than Molly did. It was morning and i smelled breakfast coming from else where in the house. After finding my pants and a quick trip to the bathroom i followed the smell to the kitchen. I saw Molly standing there in front of the stove wearing the same robe as last night. Her hair still tied in a pony tail.

Then I saw what looked like high school Molly sitting at the table and an even younger version sitting right next to her. They must be her daughters.

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to be continued?? Should it be continued?

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