Answering the phone with my one hand, I took the other one off my cock and stuttered a greeting. Holy shit. It was Gina. I hadn't spoken to her since graduation, nearly three years ago. I pulled up my boxer shorts and tried not to sound puffed out. "So, ya crusty old booze hound... Are you up for a bit of a reunion?" She paused, wickedly teasing. "With me and a few friends? And... Katie?" My old fella twitched at the sound of that name and a released a rivulet of pre-cum that dribbled down my shaft and ball sac, making its way to my inner thigh.
The chick that she was referring to was a major crush that I had in the last four years of High School. She was friendly to me and we hung out and got high a few times, but she was way out of my league and everyone knew it. People always came between us somehow. Teachers made us sit on opposite sides of the classroom, jocks would stroll up to us when we were chatting and put the hard word on her, her friends would make up some bullshit about having to be somewhere so they could chide her in private about talking to me, and her parents... Whoa. Her Mum's suggestion that I was ill-bred paled in insignificance to her Dad taking a swing at me for wearing the wrong baseball cap. Anyway, I had just about forgotten her and settled in for a mind-numbingly boring life of porn when I picked up the phone and answered it.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so. Did she... Well, is she...?" My tension was openly self-piteous, and I hoped she didn't notice. "Y'know, like, with someone?" Gina assured me that she was currently single, and it was a low stress thing, and just a chance to catch up again. "So, we'll see you tonight at seven?" She said, her upward inflection flirting outrageously and putting me back in shy-guy mode. "Sure thing, Gina. At the old watering hole?" I had hoped that we were just going to have a few drinks and reminisce. "Nah, we've all pitched in for a hotel room. It's the toffy joint on the main drag, y'know, the new one that just opened? The Plutocrat I think it's called..." I agreed, said goodbye and broke out into an immediate cold sweat.
Arriving at the hotel, I looked up at the pale August moon and sighed with twenty years of pent-up semen. I talked to the receptionist and he smirked at my heterosexuality and told me what room the old crew were in. Making my way past the marble pedestals containing vases sprouting copious peacock feathers, I grasped the polished bronze banister. I was so nervous, my feet slipped on the immaculate red carpet. I made my way to the hotel room and knocked.
Much to my utter surprise, Katie answered decked out in lacy black lingerie. I instantly started to get a boner. She looked fucking amazing. "The other guys send their apologies. I guess it's just you and me..." She stared at the growing bulge in my jeans and licked her lips. Grabbing me by the shirt, she pulled me inside the room. I was pretty amazed. The door eased itself shut, and I tried not to be a klutz, while tripping over a fancy footstool. "Katie, hey..." I eventually managed.
"Hey yourself, you sexy bastard. What's up? You just kinda faded away and went nutso after graduation; we all kinda figured you were lost to all sense and reason! But I didn't... I wanted to fuck your absolute ass off." She sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs, chuckling.
