The Reunion (closed)

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I'd been nervous about attending my ten-year high school reunion. Though I'd barely seen anyone from my class since I left for college, driving to the school awakened old insecurities. Logically, I was quite a different person from the shy, nerdy academic from a decade ago. But as I walked into the gym, I felt the same butterflies as when I'd done so as a freshman in P.E.

Fortunately, the reality was far kinder. I had not gone three steps inside before I heard, "Saul Wright! Haven't seen you since graduation! " I looked up into the broad grin of Terry Jackson, who played tuba in the band. He extended a meaty paw and then introduced me to his wife.

I spent the next hour repeating myself as each classmate had the same questions. I got Lasik surgery three years ago, so I don't wear glasses anymore. I got my engineering degrees from MIT. Moved back to the state and started my own consulting firm in the city. Yes, I have been working out. No, I'm not married or divorced. No, no kids, either.

Meanwhile, I caught up on a decade's worth of history from them. Allen Tate dropped a ton of weight and shaved off that lion's mane of hair. Britton Fairbanks, Brian Hemphill, and Karen Trin all were finishing up med school. Renee Richards had become a dentist and was engaged to another one. Demarcus Collins had become a barber and now owned his own shop here in town. Martin Ryder had become a chiropractor and kept introducing himself as "Doctor", as if three years of schooling made him anything of the sort. Amy Lee (now Green) was married with a daughter and teaching fifth grade. Brandon Marshall, the former class clown, was a vice principal at Hughes Elementary.

I even had conversations with folks I knew only by reputation. I only knew Brent Davis as one of the popular guys from the football team back in the day, just as he only knew me as that smart, quiet guy. Yet we spent seven minutes chatting about his landscaping business as if we were old friends.

Had a similar encounter Janice Smith (now Woods). Back in the day, our paths would never have crossed aside from an occasional sighting in the halls. Janice had been petite and gorgeous, easily making any guy's top ten list. She revolved in that exclusive strata of high school society where all the pretty girls and hunky guys gathered. Having never been "cool" and given how intimidating I found attractive girls back then, I would likely have avoided the opportunity to speak with her had it ever arose.

Yet despite a complete history of non-interaction, as soon as I passed near her, she squealed "Oh my God, I can't believe it's you! Come over and give me a hug! You look terrific without the glasses! Tell me what you've been up to! "

As a teenager, I'd often fantasized what Janice's honeydew-sized breasts would feel like, so feeling their warm softness press against me created a fierce stirring in my groin. Fortunately, my libido was somewhat tempered by having to lean past a belly the size of a basketball. Janice was very pregnant - "One month to go," she grunted. She was soon filling me in on her life.

Seeing her made me wonder if the rest of Triple J was in attendance. The crasser members of our class might insinuate that the group had been so nicknamed based on their cup size, for all were easily the bustiest girls in the entire school. But such insinuations had little basis in truth. While Jessica, easily the largest of the trio, might have come close to such a size, I'd have pegged the pre-pregnancy Janice at little more than DD.

Besides, the nickname stemmed back from our elementary days. The three girls - Janice, Jennifer, and Jessica - had become inseparable friends, so they seemed more like one unit than three individuals. Hence the Triple J nickname. They'd been part of what passed for "in crowd " in elementary school and were amongst the coolest of the cool by high school.


I'd heard little concrete about Jennifer. She'd been the tallest of the three, a facet used to good advantage when she captained the drill team. About five years ago I'd heard a rumor she'd experimented with bisexuality in college, but that same person also claimed she could drive a car using only her knees, so I didn't place much stock in the story's accuracy.

Everyone, however, knew a bit about Jessica. She and Ben Sherman had been a power couple back in senior year. They'd eventually got married. But when Ben lost his baseball scholarship, he moved back to town to work at his father's dealership. Rumor was that he'd started cheating on Jessica and ultimately precipitated the divorce last year. Ben had apparently recovered swiftly: I assumed the barely-legal blonde on his arm was Wife #2. With Ben throwing that in her face, I could see her skipping the reunion to avoid it.

Admittedly, talking to her a decade after it mattered seemed a silly accomplishment achieved too late, but my heart skipped a beat at the possibility. Adolescent fantasies never completely fade, I suppose.
 
It took me a full twenty minutes of calm breathing as I gripped the steering wheel of my Honda for dear life. The high school reunion was something I was dreading since I had gotten the invite in the mail. At first I had carelessly thrown it aside, but as the months passed, family and what few friends I still had drilled it into my mind that I should go.

“You'll regret not going. Seeing all your old friends, having a little fun. What harm could com e from it?” My mother had told me, over and over again and when my look had soured, she'd given my hand a squeezed and given me a sympathetic look. “No one is going to look down you on Jess. Ben was and is still an ass and everyone knows it.”

Her words rang through my mind as I tried to reassure myself. In all honesty, I felt like a failure and as much as I loved my mother, she didn't truly understand. I was just thankful that we'd never had children, even though we had tried. Perhaps it had been a sign, although Ben's words had stung when in a fit of anger he'd easily used my lack of fertility and used it against me. At least she's not frigid Jessica! She's more woman than you.

He'd always been that way. Using my short comings to make himself look better. Using whatever excuses he could to get his own way and make himself the 'victim' or the 'hero'. Bitterness still left a foul taste in my mouth, but after feeling a little silly for sitting there so long, I decided to brave it. Sliding out of the car, I smoothed down my brand new skirt and top, both in a deep maroon color that was our school color. Through the years, I'd still retained a nice figured, although not quite as tight and athletic as my cheerleader years. Now I was stuck a desk jockie, trying to make ends meet as I struggled through the endless boredom at work until I could get back on my feet and maybe...just maybe go back to school. For Ben, I'd dropped out and become Little Miss Suszy Homemaker. Another big mistake on my part. I'd depended on him, trusted him and it had gotten me nothing in return but heartache.

Blowing out a breath, I brushed my thick long hair over my shoulder and slammed the car door shut, holding my head as I walked into the familiar building that had given me years of happiness. As soon as I stepped over the threshold I was instantly swamped with familiar faces and bombarded with questions and before I knew it, one face faded to another, hugs and laughter was exchanged in a whirlwind of activity that left me a little breathless. Seeing my old high school buddies made me tear up just a little. Janice in all her pregnant glory looked fabulous and she squealed and laughed, hugging me as tightly as possible as I awkwardly bent to accommodate her protruding belly. “I'm so glad you made it!!” She exclaimed, all bubbly and glowing.

I laughed right along with her, fighting off the threat of tears as she overwhelmed me with warmth.
 

I continued circulating. I was continually surprised at everyone's seeming eagerness to chat with me. While I'd never been ostracized or bullied in high school, I'd always felt like I occupied a quiet little niche that escaped most everyone's notice. Apparently I had not flown as much under the radar as I'd expected.

I was in mid-conversation with Andrew Baxter, who was soberly explaining why I should up my homeowner's coverage, when I felt a sharp tug on my right arm that nearly spilt my beer. I turned and found myself looking down into Janice's beaming smile. (And slightly below that, her cavernous cleavage. I again reminded myself that she was very pregnant and therefore an improper source for arousal.)

"There you are!" she exclaimed with delight. "Come with me!" Her cheery tone booked no argument and she waddled back into the crowd with a firm grip on my elbow. With her rotund belly serving as prow, she sailed through the crush with surprising ease till we approached a woman facing away from us. I'd barely time to note the slender waist and the full hips before Janice announced,"Here he is, Jess! See how different Saul looks without his glasses? I hardly recognized him at first! "

I blushed slightly at the description. Not wearing glasses was second nature to me by now, but I'd worn them since I was eight before my surgery. Consequently, everyone tonight had mentioned how much I'd changed in appearance.

My blush deepened, however, as I realized who I now stood facing. Jessica. God, she looked incredible. While minds had differed over which member of Triple J had the prettiest face, I'd always been partial to hers. The slight plumpness to her lips, the faintest dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose, those soft green eyes - I had long carried a crush on her.

She'd also kept her figure. Her breasts had seemed huge from across a crowded hall, but up close they loomed larger and rounder than even memory suggested at this distance. She'd hardly put on a pound that I could see, her slender waist further emphasizing her volleyball-sized bust. I'd never been this close to her before and for a moment I had to remind myself to breathe. The sensation of being an awkward teenage boy was almost overwhelming. When I opened my mouth, I half-expected my voice to crack.

"Hello, Jessica," I intoned, pleased it was with a manly rumble rather than a boyish squawk. "Good to see you again."
 
As I turned and gazed up at Saul, I was rendered speechless for a moment. I remembered him well enough. A sweet and quiet 'nerd', who pretty much kept to himself, but had a small group of core friends...much like a lot of us did. Only they did their best to fade into the background.

However the man that stood before me was nowhere near awkward anymore. His tall lean body looked as though it had filled out in all the right places and without the specs, well...his good looks were more than amplified. His dark hair was cut stylishly, the color making his sharp blue eyes that much sexier...fringed with dark lashes that girls would kill for.

"Hi, Saul." I responded, letting the warmth of his deeper and much manlier voice wash over me. "You're looking good." I added as Janice nodded and smiled.

"I'll let you two get acquainted again." She chirped and then nudged me, leaning close, but not being all too suave about adding, "He's single hun! No kids!" She whispered a little too loudly.

I felt myself flush and held my breath a moment as she hobbled off and I was able to return my gaze to his, feeling a little awkward. "I guess you've heard...that I'm divorced. Something tells me Janice is sharing the info around." I began, clasping my hands together in front of me, "It's good to see you. How have you been?"
 
I nodded politely, keeping my focus firmly on the bridge of her nose. The temptation to look elsewhere was high, but I didn't want her to think me a total creep. Certainly not after she'd mentioned her ex-husband.

"Yeah, I heard the rumors from a while back." I paused, not sure what sentiment to express about her break-up. Perhaps she was sad about the end of her marriage. But she might be thrilled to be done with him. I settled for, "Sorry things didn't work out: I know divorce can be a rough experience."

"So, do you still live in town?" I added, hoping to move on to less emotionally charged topics. "I haven't been back here since Thanksgiving. Work has been keeping me pretty busy. How about you?"
 
I shrugged a little and tried to look un-phased by how much the divorce bothered me. Which seemed a little silly. I no longer loved my ex-husband. He had successfully killed all that when I found out about his indiscretions. Still, I wasn't happy or proud that I was once again in the singles pool with nothing much to show for it.

"I do. I actually left the house to Ben and got my own place. Just a little apartment in town, close to work. Makes for great walking distance...saves on gas, which these days is a good thing."

Tilting my head slightly to the side, I found myself drawn to him. I wasn't sure why exactly, other than he wasn't pestering me for gossip. "How are your parents doing? I bet it's nice to visit back home once in a while. Are you staying in town for a little bit?"
 

"My parents are well. Thanks for asking," I replied. "Dad retired a couple years back, so now he spends his time working with the Lion's Club. He likes repairing the donated toys they hand out to needy kids at Christmas."

"As for Mom...," I shrugged, "well, she's still doing her thing. Proud of my success, but keeps asking when I will settle down. She won't be satisfied till I've given her a grandchild. " I threw up my hands. "I'm sure you get similar pressure from your folks. They still in town, too?"

Jessica chatted with me a bit, but I could sense her distraction. Glancing over my right shoulder, I spotted the source. Her experience, Ben, had met up with some of his former teammates. Judging by their raucous laughter, most of them had been drinking. The group was presently headed in the direction of the yearbook display, which would bring them within a few yards of where Jessica and I were talking.

I got the feeling that she was not in the mood for a conversation with her ex. Giving her an out to let her walk away seemed appropriate, but I'd spent years in high school with a crush on her. I didn't want to give up just yet. I searched for an alternative.

"Say," I interjected. "It's getting a little stuffy inside the gym, so I was thinking about taking a walk around. See what they've done with the place. Maybe find my old locker. " I shrugged. "Wanna come with?"
 
I was thoroughly enjoying talking to Saul, but as soon as I spotted Ben, my eyes kept straying over to the old 'gang' of boys that had been a big part of my life for the four brief years we'd spent in high school. I felt a twinge of sadness, followed by disappointment and anger. Seemed like such a waste now.

Thankfully Saul captured my attention again and my eyes slid back to his, a soft smiling spreading my soft lips. "You know, that sounds really good. I'd love to tag along."

Turning away from the scene from behind, I hoped that my ex wouldn't cause any stupid scene. With with my back stiff and nerves on edge, I quickly loved to Saul's side and casually hooked my arm around his. He didn't seem to mind, giving me a brief smile as we set out to 'explore' our old stomping grounds.

I was ever so thankful when we finally got out of there and I could take a deep cleansing breath. "Your memory must be better than mine, because I honestly don't remember where my locker is. I guess I didn't think totting books around was very cool back then." I said lightly and laughed at myself.
 
The sounds of the main party faded behind us. Soon it was nothing but the sound of our own voices and the click of Jessica's heels echoing off the linoleum.

I had no real direction in mind. At least, not since Jessica slipped her arm through mine. The physical link kept her body very close to mine and in turn led to still further contact. Every few steps her hip would brush against my thigh or her right breast would lean into my upper arm. Even such brief contact sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.

Still, I couldn't let myself be too enthused by such things. As a teenager, a smile from a pretty girl could be enough to build elaborate fantasies in my head. But I'd learned in the intervening years not to rely heavily on such things. The casual contact could be purely accidental. Or perhaps Jessica was one of those women to whom flirting was as natural as breathing. She might be teasing me because that was how she naturally interacted with everyone. Much as I want otherwise, she could mean nothing by it entirely.

I couldn't just enjoy it and hope for the best. I needed to know if there was even a chance. I cleared my throat. "Saw you came in alone. Your boyfriend couldn't make it tonight?" A thinly veiled inquiry, but her warm presence bouncing against me had me throughly distracted.

 
It felt good to be away from the crowds and the loud music...as much fun as it had been seeing everyone for a while, this was what I preferred and I was thoroughly enjoying Saul's company. His question was a fair one, but one that made me scoff lightly. "No, I've very much single. After Ben...well, I guess you could say once bitten twice shy."

The subject led my mind to wander, thinking of the hurt and the betrayal and the sense of failure as a woman...as a wife and partner. I'd loved him. Perhaps it hadn't been as grand as I had made it out to be in high school. I had been wrapped up in happily ever after. In being Miss Popularity. Of having the perfect high school romance that led to the perfect marriage, yada yada yada.

Without realizing it, I clung more to Saul's arm, pressing closer until my side was almost flushed up against his. An unsteady bump and a a stair well leading up to the second floor finally snapped me back into reality. I flushed and smiled. "Sorry, I'm not usually so clingy."

Blowing out a steady breath, I straightened myself a little, still letting my fingers linger on his arm, while brushing some stray hair away from my cheek as I looked at him. "I just haven't been really up to the dating scene. I may have been popular back in the day, but...in all reality, Ben was the only guy I'd really been with. It was probably naive and stupid of me to think we'd last, but...every girl wants that fairy tale, right? What about you?"
 

"Sorry, I'm not usually so clingy."

"Quite alright," I murmured. That was a gross understatement. Having barely shared more than a hallway a decade ago, this close contact was a delightful contrast.

Still, I had to remind myself not to read too much into it. I had been burned before by my flights of fancy borne of wishful thinking. I didn't want to fall flat on my face because I'd abandoned reason to pursue an unrequited crush from my youth.

"It was probably naive and stupid of me to think we'd last, but...every girl wants that fairy tale, right? What about you?"

"Yeah, I think everyone wants that," I responded. "Who among us couldn't use a little more magic in our life?"

A crazy notion occurred to me and I found myself going with it. "It all depends on how you look at things. Take tonight for example. Here you are, the beautiful princess, resplendent in her lovely dress. You look up and see bearing down on you the horrible dragon known as The Lousy Cheating Ex. Seemingly trapped, you are then rescued and escorted to the safety of the second floor by the handsome prince." I smiled at her. "See? Your life is a little more like a fairy tale than you thought?"

I paused, then gave her a mischevious wink. "Of course, at the end of the story, the prince and princess usually kiss . . . ."


 
I listened to the fairy tale he spun and giggled, “Well, if you put it that way, I guess in a way there is a little magic in the air tonight. I certainly appreciate being rescued...”

And then my face flushed at the mention of a kiss. I seemed to be doing a lot of blushing in his presence and my heart kicked into high gear. Anxiously or nervously, I wasn't sure, my tongue swept over my lips as I tried not to look like a giggling school girl before him. I was a grown woman after all. It wasn't as though kissing was all that new to me, but right now...with Saul...it felt as though I was the blushing virgin all over again. I hadn't felt this way in a long while...hadn't felt desire in what seemed like an eternity. Yet there I stood with trembling hands, my body warm and tingling and all he'd done was mention a kiss. Not actually act upon it.

“Well...” I found myself responding softly, “What princess wouldn't want to kiss a prince who so gallantly rescued her. It is the least that she could do for him, right?”

Smiling in return, I liked my fingers with his. Long fingers I noted, strong and smooth, but not soft. “Shall we explore the rest of this castle?”
 

“Shall we explore the rest of this castle?”

I leaned in close to her. She'd taken my hand in hers, so I used that to pull her near. For a few seconds, her breasts compressed against my chest as I leaned my face next to hers. "As you wish, my dear princess," I breathed softly, our lips not quite touching. "I know just the place to seclude you from the forces of evil.

Tempted as I was to kiss her then, I stepped back and gave her a wink. No reason I couldn't tease her a little. "Follow me," I instructed, and stepped towards a nearby corner. I didn't relinquish my grip on her hand and I heard her giggle as we tottered into motion.

I hadn't been to the school in ages, but I was reasonably confident that the overall layout would be the same. I escorted her swiftly down one hall and around another corner. I offered no explanation or response to her curious inquiries about our destination.

At last, we arrived. As always, the brown lettering above the side hallway proclaimed "Guidance Counselors". Inside was a small cluster of chairs for waiting students and an ancient wooden desk for the secretary. Beyond her were five doors leading to the counselors' offices.

I made a beeline for the one on the far right and tried the knob. The lock rattled slightly, but held. "No worries," I proclaimed. I stepped to the secretary's desk and opened a drawer on the bottom left. "Aha," I declared triumphantly, reaching into the drawer and removing a key ring. "Good old Mrs. Peterson - still keeps them in the same spot."

I returned to the door and began trying the assortment of keys. "Senior year, I was in here almost daily during the college application season," I told Jessica in response to her curious glance. "Sit in that waiting area often enough and you notice things."

The fourth key I chose proved correct. I shoved the door inward and led Jessica inside. I didn't need to bother with the lights; the nearly full moon outside poured through the open window blinds. Inside was a large wooden desk and several filing cabinets. I was relieved to see my reason for coming to this room still remained. In lieu of the chairs that usually sat opposite the counselor's desk, this one had an ancient leather couch.

Holding Jessica's hand, I guided her inside and closed the door behind us. I led her to the couch and sat down first before pulling her down into my lap. Her firm, round butt plopped onto my thighs and I soon found myself face-to-face with her.

I said nothing for a moment, but merely reached up to brush aside an errant strand of her hair. I smiled at her in the pale moonlight. "You are so beautiful," I breathed, barely audible. Unable to resist any longer, I cupped my hand on her face and guided her lips to mine.
 
I hadn't had this much fun in...I couldn't remember. The last few years of my marriage had been miserable, but all that was no forgotten as I followed Saul who refused to tell me where we were going. I couldn't stop giggling and laughing softly as we snuck around the dimly lit hallways.

He seemed to have it all figured out and the grin that split my face was making my cheeks hurt. When he swept me down to his lap, I gasped softly in surprise, stiffening only slightly before I forced myself to relax. Slowly I slid an arm around his shoulder, my fingers gently curling around the back of his neck to the base of his left ear.

I held his gaze, unable to look away as he stared at me. My nerves again buzzed, my body consciously aware of the feel of his body under mine and around me as he reached up to cup my face. His words touched me, making me melt while my heart beat hard and fast in my chest. The sincerity in his voice made me ache, forming a lump in my throat as I leaned in to meet his lips half way.

“Oh Saul...” I breathed, just before our lips brushed and I quickly shut my eyes and let myself sink more fully against him.
 

I'd dated enough since high school to know the folly of judging a book by its cover. Just because woman had an incredible body was no barometer for gauging her proficiency with that body. I was pleased to discover that Jessica was a present whose wrapping lived up to the contents.

Her lips lightly brushed mine at first, withdrawing momentarily before returning slightly stronger each time. Soon I felt the tip of her tongue tracing along my lips, beckoning my own to join her. Soon both were locked in a sensual oral dance that set my blood afire.

Warmth radiated from her body as our mutual passion heightened. My hand migrated from her face to deep inside her hair, urging her mouth towards my own. My other hand reached across her thighs to cup her butt cheek and pull her against mine. Her fabulous breasts leaned into my torso as our kisses intensified. Even through my suit jacket, I could feel the thick hardness of her nipples.

Our make-out session continued till we both broke away, gasping for air. I smiled at her with the broad, dopey grin of some having too much fun to care about appearances. Seeing her cheeks flushed and her lips puffed up from our ferocious kissing, I was smitten with lust. My cock felt like hardened steel in my pants, demanding to be freed so that I could plunge it inside her.

My gaze fell to her breasts. How long had I admired their swells beneath her clothes, only to now have them inches from my grasp. My hand released its grip on her ass and slid up her side towards the nearest one.

Midway there, I paused. How many guys had done exactly the same thing before? How many had, like myself, been drawn to the tremendous orbs and eagerly sought to grope them at the earliest opportunity? Given what she'd said earlier about her ex-husband and the men since, I didn't want to be just like every other horny guy she'd encountered.

I reversed course and slid my hand down her side and along her outer thigh. When my hand reached the hemline of her skirt, I traced my fingers along it and slipped down onto her inner thigh. I slid my hand slowly and deliberately up her tender flesh as our kisses resumed. Only when my entire hand disappeared inside her skirt and I felt her body stiffen at the increasingly intimate contact did I pause my northward progress.

"My beautiful princess," I breathed, "I would like to do far more than kiss you." I let my hand creep up half an inch more, gently stroking her inner thigh along the way.
 
His kisses were like a sweet drug that were warming me all over. My breasts ached as I pressed them to his chest and moaned softly into his mouth as our tongue slid together. They curled and teased, flicking and sucking lightly. The man could kiss and pretty soon I was panting softly, my breaths puffing out between rounds of one hot passionate kiss after another.

My fingers slid over his neck, caressing the short hairs at the base of his skull and up to ruffle the back slightly, enjoying the cool silkiness against my skin while the other caressed his shoulders and down the side of his chest where my breasts didn't meet. His own hands were making my insides quiver and clench and without realizing it, I squirmed on his lap, leaning away slightly to gulp down another breath.

The feel of his fingers against my bare skin made me stiffen, but only for a moment. His smooth sweet words heating me up in a rush that made me dizzy. I should be fending him off, but I ached to follow these feelings of desire and passion. I wanted to feel sexy and wanted and cherished. Not a castaway or some easy girl to be groped and used.

Drawing a quivering breath, I cupped the sides of his face and leaned in to nibble on his fuller bottom lip, drawing it out playfully with my teeth and then soothing it with my tongue. “How could a Princess refuse such a handsome and gallant Prince?” I murmured softly, grinning as I pulled away. Before he could respond, I pulled completely away and stood before him. My grin turning into a shyer, sweeter smile as I gaze down at him. With shaking hands, I grasped the tie to my wrap around dress and fumbled a second, keeping my gaze fixed on his. “Here?”

Not waiting for his answer, I slowly drew my dress open to reveal my curves clad in some lace and satin.
 
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I could not restrain my first reaction. "Woah....," I grunted, temporarily dumbstruck by the revelation of Jessica's lingerie clad form.

Her breasts captured my immediate attention. They rode high on her chest, supported from beneath with black satin cups trimmed with lace. Her hardened nipples made deep dents in the fabric and I could see the pebbly edge of her areolae peeking out betwixt the lace. I had never seen cleavage like hers before and I spent several seconds just staring into the dark abyss.

When I tore my gaze away, I found myself equally entranced by her panties. Or rather, the near lack of them. The matching bikini slung itself low over each hip before dipping down to a slender triangle of fabric covering her intimates. If I looked closely enough, I could just make out the ridges of her pussy beneath the fabric.

After the small eternity it took me to finally find her eye again, I felt a little sheepish. You'd think I'd never seen a woman in her underwear before. Of course, I wasn't sure any woman I'd ever seen before could quite compare to Jessica.

I stood, grunting a bit as my cock strained mightily against its confines. "Sorry for staring," I mumbled. "You are just so beautiful.... " I felt like I should say more. A body like hers should be celebrated in song and poetry, so my one adjective felt grossly inadequate. But my rising libido was draining away such composed efforts.

I stepped to her till our chests brushed again. With both hands, I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me till I felt her flesh solidly against my groin. I bent my head to her lips and kissed her passionately. Our tongues danced and our pelvises rubbed till at last the need for oxygen compelled us to separate.

"Jessica," I breathed as we held our heads together, gasping for air. "Jessica, I am going to fuck you. I will go as slow or fast as you like, but I am going to fuck you. Right here. Right now."
 
The look on his face was not only priceless, but stole my breath away. His eyes darkened and after what seemed like an eternity of him staring, I almost trembled with anticipation. Then when he spoke, I melted on the spot, gasping softly as he pulled me forward and pressed me close.

The sound was soon muffled by his mouth, my hips grinding slowly against his own. Oh but I wanted him, so and easily, hard and fast...it honestly didn't matter at that point. He was making me feel like a new woman...special and desired and wanted.

Sucking in a deep breath, I gazed up at him with large unblinking eyes, sliding my hands down his chest and down between us to boldly up his hardness through his pants. "Mmmmph...you better hurry then, before people start to miss us and tongues start to wag." A slow smile lit my face as the next thought hit me and I kissed his chin, stroking his erection through his slacks and sighing. "Not that I mind...you're worth it."

His breath fanned against my face, our bodies turning and as my knees hit the back of the couch, I quickly sat and giggled, feeling excited and oh so achy it was almost maddening. But now being at crotch level with my prince, my mind quickly went into over drive as I worked the button and zipper quickly, with little resistance from him. "I hope you don't mind..." I told him sweetly, fishing out his impressive erection. My soft bare skin touched him. He was hot and silky, making me moan and squeeze my thighs together. "Oh so nice..." I whispered, eying his pale rod with much affection as I leaned in to make him feel that much more special with my mouth.
 
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I held my breath as her fingers dived into my boxers and brushed against my cock. As she withdrew its length from the confines of my pants, I saw her smile broadly, apparently pleased with what she saw. I breathed out a sigh of relief. I'd had a few lovers whose first reaction to my uncharacteristically stout member was decidedly non-positive; as attracted as I was to Jessica, I'd momentarily worried as to her reaction.

I gasped as she placed her lips at the tip and began sucking me inside. She seemed almost eager to taste me. An hour ago, I would have been surprised that she remembered my name, but now she was lapping at my dick as if it were sweet as candy.

"Oh, princess," I grunted softly. "Please don't hurry on my account. I don't give a damn what -oh, God, that feels good! - what anyone at the reunion says."

Jessica smiled, or rather attempted to; with her lips stretched wide around my swollen shaft, the smile was largely confined to an upturn at the corners of her mouth. She slid my cock till the massive head brushed the back of her throat. She proceeded to bob up and down along this portion, bracing the rest with both hands.

The rhythm was fantastic and her warm, wet mouth felt amazing. Even better, she soon began moaning. The sound provided a steady vibrating massage to my sensitive member. Moreover, she seemed genuinely delighted by the process, as if sucking my cock was actually turning her on as well.

As aroused as I was, I knew I couldn't keep this up for much longer. "Jessica...ahhhh... Jess, I'm almost there... oooh.... I should warn you that.... yesssss.... that I tend to cum a lot, so you might.... Mmmmhhh.... might want to stop before.... ahhhh... before I blow... hrrrrgh... I think I have a.... ahhhh.... a condom in my wallet if youuuuuuuu... want....sooo gooood... "

 
His erratic breaths and grunts of pleasure were music to my ears and only fueled my own desire. My thong panties were soaked...almost embarrassingly so. Never had I ever been so turned on or wet for anyone in my life. Yet there I was sucking Saul's cock like it was my favorite treat and I couldn't seem to get enough. My tongue stroked the underside, surprised by how truly thick he was. My small hand and fingers barely able to make contact. I couldn't say I'd ever been a size queen, but good Lord he made me want to feel him stretch my tight juicy hole until I was squealing and crying out for more.

I felt him tense, his thighs trembling ever so slightly as he fought for restraint and thoughtfully warned me to be prepared or stop so that he could finish in an entirely different way. My womb clenched and I whimpered, my breasts heavy and achy, wanting his attention badly. I wanted the taste of him in my mouth almost as badly, but if I had to choose between the two, I wanted us locked together.

Reluctantly I pulled away, sucking in a deep breath, a thin string of saliva snapping off my lip as I licked my bottom lip and moaned. "You taste so good...I want more, but..." Leaning back on the old couch, I squirmed and moaned. "you better get that condom. I'm afraid I might stain this couch and I'm pretty sure this thong is ruined."
 

I was a little reluctant to have Jessica release my cock from her eager mouth. It bobbed there, throbbing and stiff, half its length glistening with her saliva.

You tastes o good...I want more, but...you better get that condom. I'm afraid I might stain this couch and I'm pretty sure this thong is ruined."

I felt the pressure in my balls approach boiling as Jessica leaned back and moaned. Then she slipped a hand down between her legs. Her fingers traced along the sodden fabric of her thong, teasing her own clit. I heard her pussy squish slightly as she presses inward.

It was just too much. I grit my teeth as every muscle in my back tensed. "Unnnh!" I grunted as my hips thrust forward involuntarily. I threw my hands wide, knowing any physical contact would be too much. A surge of blood rammed into my cock and I could actually see it swell even larger. The purple head bobbed upwards sharply once...twice... thrice... and then nothing.

I let out the breath I'd been holding and looked down into Jessica's beautiful face, her eyes wide from my display. "Sorry," I panted. "Watching you just now nearly sent me over the edge there. You are just so sexy. Fortunately, was able to stave it off with a dry fire." That's probably good, since it resets the clock a bit for me. I'll need a bit before I can build up enough steam again."

I sat down at the edge of the couch next to her. "That gives us some time to have some fun while we decide what to do with this." I glanced to my cock, the vein-bulging mass still bobbing slightly with each heartbeat. My balls ached with the load I'd just barely managed to hold back, but I figured I had a few minutes before I'd be primed for liftoff again.

"I don't mean to suggest that I shouldn't cum in your mouth, if that's what you want," I offered as I placed a hand over hers on her pussy. Our fingers entwined and soon were slick with her juices. "It's just that in my experience, most women have difficulty with the quantity and there tends to be... spillage. Which is fine, but it tends to make a mess and we don't have a shower handy." I winked naughtily at her. The vision of her face and tits splattered with my jism was appealing, but I doubted she'd want to return to the reunion in such disarray.

Together, both our index fingers slipped inside her pussy, eliciting a low, pleased moan from her. "My, my, you are so wet!" I smiled. I marveled at how wet she got just from sucking my cock.

I placed my free hand along the underside of her right breast. I hefted it slightly, admiring its weight and surprising firmness. "Your breasts are simply incredible," I praised. I traced the skin of the round orb along the upper edge of her bra, then slipped my hand inside. Cupping it in my palm, I lifted her breast up until the nipple could be seen.

"Wow," I breathed. "That nipple is just incredible." I'd never seen one so thick and prominent. Entranced, I leaned down and wrapped my lips around it. Jessica moans shifted up an octave. She and I were each two knuckles deep inside her molten interior, so I could feel her pussy wall begin to flutter.

I let her stiff nipple pop free from my embrace. "Oooh, yes, you're almost there. Cum for me my princess," I urged. I put lips around her nipple again and sucked on it hard while my fingers and thumb teased her clit and stroked her from the inside.


 
I was in awe of him...of his marvelous body and his beautiful cock, but mostly our chemistry was making my body hunger and hum for him in ways that had my head spinning. I was a little embarrassed as he entwined his fingers with mine and slowly hand our digits into my more than willing body.

Never had anything felt so right and so intimate. My pulse pounded loudly in my ears, but his voice broke through the beats as I let out a shuddering breaths, sucking my tummy and arching as he leaned down to taste my hardened nipple. "Ah Saul!" I whimpered out loud, splaying out my legs that much further without shame.

"Oooh, yes, you're almost there. Cum for me my princess,"

My body jerked ever so slightly as my hips rocked up to try and bury our fingers that much deeper. Soft panting breaths became uneven and almost desperate as I tried to control my rising passion, but I knew there was no stopping the flood gates once he hit just the right trigger. Each push and pull of his fingers and mine made me moan and gasp, my hips restlessly moving to meet the insistent thrusts.

My free arm pushed alone his side and around his body, long natural nails digging into his back as I tried to hang on. "Oh god! Ooooh...oh!" I cried out, my breaths bursting noisily past my lips. The hot white rush of pleasure that assaulted me soon robbed me any words and as I neared the blissful point of no return, I found myself holding my breaths as my body tensed and trembled all over. My smooth thighs twitched and my hips pumped upwards as the pressure built to a frantic crescendo and burst. With a scream, I clamped my thighs around both our hands and held on.

Lost, my back came up, almost smothering his face against my ample bosom as I came. Wetness generously coated our fingers and dribbled down onto the couch as I jerked and quivered and finally slowly sank boneless against the couch.

For several moments I lay there spent as he gently removed his hand from mine and smoothed his hand along my outer thigh, still caressing and skimming the skin of my tits with his mouth, murmuring sweetly. "That was...amazing..."
 

I was both surprised and delighted by the intensity of Jessica's orgasm. Was she always this energetic? I hoped I might find out.


Noting her heavy breathing, I slipped a hand around to the clasps on her bra. Her breasts seemed to surge forth once freed from their confines. Jessica seemed only dully aware of her surroundings, so I had to guide the straps off her shoulders on my own.

I shifted my attentions away from her erogenous zones as she cooled down from her explosion. Turned on as I was, I couldn't resist touching her, but I knew her most intimate spots would be hyper-sensitive for a little while. I concentrated my fingertips to her outer thighs, admiring the firm muscles beneath the smooth skin.

When her panting eased and her eyes opened, I leaned down and kissed her softly. "That was simply amazing, princess. Simply amazing." I kissed her again for good measure.

"Ordinarily, I'd be inclined to tease you some more so I could watch you cum again. Your orgasm was just so much fun to watch." I sighed, "Unfortunately, I simply don't think I could hold out that long. See how hard you've gotten me?"

I guided her hand to my swollen cock, which throbbed angrily along my thigh. Her eyes widened slightly and the faint trace of a smile flashed across her face as her hand tried unsuccessfully to encircle its girth. "See? You've got me so stiff it hurts. So much as I would like to use my tongue on your clit till you came again, there's no way I couldn't avoid joining in. And that would make a huge mess. I'd much rather pump my jism into you than all over this room," I added with a wink.

"So the question is then only what position you prefer. Bottom/top, front/behind - I don't much care. Lady's choice."

I reached down from the couch to where my pants had landed during our flurry of disrobing. "While you're pondering that, let me get my wallet." I fished out my billfold and retrieved the foil condom packet. It had been ages since I'd stored it here, so I gave a silent prayer that it wasn't too old.

I waggled the package before her. "I presume you want me to use protection," I said holding it out for her. "Would the princess like to do the honors of putting a sheath on her faithful knight's sword?"

 
I sighed and giggled softly as he teased me and humored me with his words. His touch still made me shiver as he pulse in my hand. I stroked his length gently, squeezing now and again as I shifted and slowly sat more upright.

Taking the condom he offered me, I leaned in and kissed him again, drawing in his tongue as I tasted him once more. He was like a drug that I couldn't seem to get enough of. I had no regrets so far...only the need to please him in return. Usually I'd been under Ben while he rutted away noisily on top of me or from behind, so the idea of being on top appealed to me. Although I had a good idea from our play time that Saul would certainly be a lot less callous than Ben.

“Why certainly kind Sir. I would happily sheath thy sword.” I playfully replied, grinning almost impishly now that I had some more sense to tease back.

Carefully I ripped open the packet and drew out the condom. It was already coated in a lube that felt a little greasy against my fingers. I'd always hated condoms, but for now it would have to do. As Saul gazed at me expectantly, I leaned down and slowly swirled the tip of my tongue around the head of his dick and sucked on a drop of pre-cum. His moan filled the small room, followed by a groan as I pulled away and then replaced my mouth with the cool condom.

It took a little effort to get the slipper latex on, but finally it rolled down his aching shaft and I stood, wiggling out of my thong and dropping it on the floor unceremoniously before I carefully straddled his hips with my knees. His hands slid almost instantly up my bare torso to cup my sensitive tits, and I moaned, reaching between us to grasp his cock as I slowly rubbed the tip back and forth over my swollen and still tingling pussy. Looking down between us, I bit my bottom lip and felt the blunt head nudge my entrance.

With a wiggle, I slowly sank down, drew back and sank back down again, working the blunt head into my slick entrance until he popped in and I gasped loudly. “Oh god! Mmmmph...”
 

My hands each clutched one of her breasts, or at least as much of one as a single hand could contain. With either thumb, I massaged each areola. I also made sure to periodically brush each turgid nipple.

Jessica's descent onto my cock was slow and deliberate. She would slip down the slightest bit further, then rise up on her knees to let all but the massive head slip free. After a brief pause, she would ease back down, sliding just a bit more inside again before repeating the process.

Her face throughout was a delight. Each descent was accompanied by holding her bottom lip in her teeth and moaning sharply. Each rise was accompanied by a selection of profanities and oh God. I couldn't discern whether this was all natural reaction or if she were play-acting a bit to stroke my ego. Either way, I loved her for it.

After a near-eternity, Jessica descended far enough to actually sit on my lap. She didn't rise up immediately, so we both sat motionless, enjoying the powerful sensation of our coupled bodies.
 
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