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"I knew this school reunion wouldn't be my kind of thing." I had thought as I leisurely sipped the third drink of the night. But this had seemed so well organised, I was told everyone would be here and that the reunion had taken up almost the whole of this country hotel. I was hoping that perhaps a certain someone one would be here. But the more I examined the room the more distant she seemed. "Surely we hadn't changed so much that we were unrecognisable to each other?" I contemplated out loud. Recalling those early fumbles and experimental kisses of our teenage years. Georgia sure had been something special at the time. We had been together from the age of fifteen until I left for college. It had been a sad regret of mine that Georgia and I never slept together before we parted. I can't help but blush at lusting after her even now at the age of twenty-six.
Group after group of people appeared through the doors at the end of the hall. Some I recognised, others not. The hall was swiftly becoming busy and I was losing hope of her being there. As I turned quickly around to head once more for the bar, I bumped head on into a girl knocking her drink. We both followed the liquid fall from the glass in slow motion onto the floor and as our gaze returned upwards. I found myself staring into a pair of striking dark brown eyes. A familiar feeling washed over me, one from many years ago. It was all I could do to half whisper "Georgia?" Why I even asked I don't know, I knew it was Georgia. She smiled broadly which only led me to remember that same smile from years ago. "Mark!" she half answered, and putting her half empty glass on the bar before throwing her arms around me and hugged me tightly. In warm happy surprise I held her tightly for as long as I could before finally parting we smiled and laughing I asked "Can I get you another drink for the one I put on the floor?"
The hours passed quickly, as Georgia and I reminisced. It was turning into a perfect night. I hadn't smiled or laughed so much in a long time and what made it complete was the presence of this beautiful woman that had blossomed from the fifteen-year-old first girlfriend I had known. The more I sat looking at her the more stunning she became. She hadn't changed as much as I had; her light brown hair was still cut short and still contained the areas of blonde that made her look cute. Her smile was still perfect and her eyes mesmerising and sexy. Even the personality that was so youthful and bright when we were together was still there. I hadn't even begun to check out her body until she left for a moment to use the bathroom. I felt old stirrings within me as I watched her get up and leave the table. She was a woman now, fully developed and I found myself drawn to watching her backside sway as she walked. Just as I had in classes in school. I'd always wait to leave after her so I could check out her lovely backside.
I was still day dreaming when she returned. "Mark?" She questioned as her hand slipped onto my knee squeezing my leg as if to awaken me. "You OK?" she continued. "Yeah." I replied "just thinking." We had a little more to drink and we became closer and closer during the night. As it reached 1am we were both beginning to tire. "Mark? I'm really tired, would you help me up to my room?" Georgia asked. I giggled remembering how we would experiment with drink as teenagers. It almost always ended up with me helping her home with her unable to stand. Georgia could never hold much drink so I agreed without question.
We linked arms as we left the large hall. As soon as we reached the large stairway to the bedrooms Georgia became unsteady on her feet and I was only to happy for an excuse to slide my hand around her slim, firm waist and help her up to the doorway of her hotel room. She giggled seemingly intoxicated as she struggled to find the doors lock with her key. Eventually I reached to her hand to help. As I opened the large room door, I watched, Georgia seemed to fall into the room. Unfortunately she had two hands tightly on the front of my shirt as she fell and I tumbled into the room after her. With a thump and slight bouncing sensation I realised in the shadows lit by the outside orange street lamps along with the moonlight through the window blinds I was on the bed. Georgia underneath me, her breaths almost at a stead pant. I looked once again into her dark eyes. They seemed almost black in the dimness of the room. "You set me up?" I asked questioningly smiling in the darkness. "You'll never know" Georgia quickly replied as she moved upward towards me.
Her warm breath came up close to my face, and I felt a wave of the sweet smell of her skin and the perfume she wore. I felt a familiar taste as Georgia pressed her soft sweet lips against mine. The first kiss after so long was not passionate just long and lingering. Breaking apart needing breath I could feel my own smile and see Georgia's as the rising moonlight shone through the open blinds as a slight breeze blew them moving the light around Georgia's beautiful face. I cupped her face in my hand and drew her close again. Pressing my weight against her we fell fully to the bed and our second kiss contained the passion missing from the first. I held her face and gently stroked her soft hair as my tongue explored her warm mouth. I felt her body rise and fall, her breaths beginning to deepen as we continued to kiss passionately. Our tongues touching, exploring bringing pleasure and rising excitement to our thoughts and bodies.
