[M]e and [J]ulia down by the school yard (5 year reunion)(LONG)

Julia (her middle name, not her actual name) and I met our sophomore year of high school. She transferred from to our school in the middle of the year, from a midwestern state, and was assigned to sit next to me in English class. She was an undeniably cute blonde with grey blue eyes that sparkled behind her glasses, and this mischievous smirk that just constantly put the dirtiest thoughts in my mind.

The sparks between us were hard to miss. Mainly because they were sparks thrown between two furiously dueling swordsmen. We COULD NOT stand each other. We disagreed about EVERYTHING. No matter what the topic of conversation, it would always deteriorate into mindless arguments over the stupidest minutia. Our relationship continued like this until we finally graduated and went our separate ways.

5 YEARS LATER

Our school was relatively young when we graduated and they decided to throw a 5 year reunion for our class. I was definitely never super popular in high school (I was in yearbook, I was the only guy in our drama dept who couldn’t sing, and the raging acne didn’t help), but here I was with a degree from a pretty solid college, a good job, and I’ve been told I got pretty handsome- so I figured why not see where everyone else was at in life now (I had a small graduating class so everyone knew everyone). As I walked into my old gymnasium, I waded through the flood of memories towards the old gang. As we reminisced about the good old days, we sipped our drinks in the same spot we used to quickly pass a flask around at school dances. With the help of nostalgia and alcohol, conversation eventually turned into admitting old schoolyard crushes.

At this point, Nat, one of the girls I thought never payed me any mind (which was great cause I payed way more attention to her ass than I did any math class), interjects “Ok wait, Peter, you and Julia had a thing right?”

Julia: Ha, Pete wished. Me: Nooooo

Me: Uh, absolutely not.

Julia: Oh come on Pete it was 5 years ago, why can’t you just admit you had a thing for me?

Me: Do you remember high school?

Julia: Are we really doing this?

Me: I’M not doing anything.

Julia: Why can’t you just admit you had a thing for me?

Me: Ok you know what? I thought you were cute for the 5 seconds before you opened your mouth. There you go. You win. Whatever.

And with that sudden resurgence of teenage angst, I got up and walked out into the dark campus, pulling out my prepacked pax as I bee-lined to my old lunch spot at the far end of campus. I fumed as I smoked- its amazing how certain people can instantly transport you back to the person you were years ago- I hear from behind me,

Julia: I thought you were cute too… Even when you were being a dick.

Me: Great.

Julia: Come on, dude! We were all assholes in high school.

I got up and turned to retort, discovering she was much closer than I expected. I noticed how good the time had been to her. She had filled in her 5’4 frame with with 32 C’s and an ass on its way to pawgdom, she’d mastered makeup, and her hair was cropped very short with some parts buzzed down. She had tattoos tastefully peaking out down her thigh and with her sideboob. Whatever clever comeback I had been about to sling was completely lost when I saw that smirk.

Me: Fuck it.

I slid an arm around her waist, grabbed as much of her firm ass as I could in one hand and pulled her into me to kiss her. We had kissed in high school, both for shows and at the mega horny cast parties that only high school theater kids can throw, but nothing came close to this. This was a kiss fueled by years of pent up teenage frustration. First we stumbled back until she was being held up by the chainlink fence at the edge of campus, then she pushed back, ripped off my shirt (snap buttons are great guys) and shoved me into the lockers behind me, and the battle began anew. I moved to her ear, nibbling the lobe before working my way down her alabaster neck, she whimpered as I connected with her collar bone, and whined as I returned to her lips.

I couldn’t help but smile. At this point, I’d just recently discovered my dom tendencies and knew I had to take the opportunity to torture her.

I untied her dress. It was a warm SoCal night, but a slight breeze perked up her ghost nipples the second they met. I swirled my tongue around the edge of her areola, occasionally lightly grazing the nipple itself, but never making direct contact. This was a move I had developed in college. I withdrew quickly, and was met with a cry of protest. I swiftly swatted her ass with a resounding crack and got another mewl from her. I picked her up, ignoring her protests at being carried, and took her behind the building. I put her down, faced her to the wall and hiked up her skirt. I shoved my fingers in her mouth before before bringing my hand down under her ass, finding her warm wet slit. I slid my thumb onto her asshole and pumped my wrist causing her to exhale sharply. I took my other hand from her throat and slapped it over her mouth as I kept the motion going and going and going. As I felt her legs start to tremble, I release her mouth and unsheath my fingers, enjoying her quiet cursing. She whirled around scrambling to undo my belt.

But then we heard them. Loud drunk people coming to look for us.

We began to furiously dress, making it just before they came upon us. We played it cool, but nobody was fooled. As we walked back a buddy of mine pointed out I’d missed a shirt button, creating an awkward protrusion above my navel. We ended up getting pulled into our separate groups again and didn’t have a chance to talk about what happened. But when I got home, she had already messaged me her phone number…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8koz0v/me_and_julia_down_by_the_school_yard_5_year