Normally I hate multi-part stories but here I am writing one. This is part 1 of a planned 3-part story about old flames reuniting at their 20-year high school reunion. This first part is mostly back story that ends with a blow job and a hint of what's to come next.
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I have to admit when I got the invitation in the mail for my 20-year high school reunion I wasn't that excited. I've only stayed in touch with a hand full of my classmates from back then, and, well, I speak to them enough that I don't need to go to some expensive cocktail party just to see them.
I looked at the invitation anyway, and when I saw that it was going to be in my old home town and only cost $65 I figured "what the hell." I live about thirty minutes away, and, now that I'm divorced and my two kids would rather hang out with their friends than their old man, what else would I do on a Saturday night?
Since the drive wasn't too bad I wouldn't have to rent a hotel and I'd probably blow $65 at the local bar on a good night and this included a meal! And hey, you never know who I'd run into.
When the fateful Saturday night arrived I debated blowing off the reunion. But the weather was nice and I didn't have any other plans so I put on a shirt and a tie and headed out the door.
It took me about 35 minutes to get from my house back to my old stomping grounds. I hadn't been back here since my parents retired to Florida, and since I was early I had a chance to drive around the old town. I drove by the high school itself and laughed as I saw the sign out front which read "Welcome Back Alumni!" I wondered if they kept that sign up all the time, figuring every year was some class' 20th reunion.
I drove through the small town and remembered fondly all the places I used to hang out with my friends.
Finally, I made a loop around the old park. When I was in high school this is where we used to have parties. Back then there wasn't much lighting in the parking area and the park itself was just a big open space. We'd bring down a keg and hang out in the dark getting drunk and if we were lucky, hooking up with some drunk girl.
I looked at the clock on my dashboard and saw it was almost 6pm - time to head to the restaurant.
I walked in and immediately saw a friendly face - Diana - how could I forget her. I lost my virginity to Diana during our junior year of high school. She looked great. Her hair was colored a redish brown - much redder than it had been back in high school. But I couldn't believe how young she looked - the years had been nice to her.
"Hi!" she exclaimed as I walked up to the registration table.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I wanted to make sure I got to say hello to everyone so I volunteered."
"Wow. Great! Well, hello" I said back, not sure what else to say.
"Hello!" She replied. "Here's your name tag, and your year book photo. Wear them so everyone remembers you."
I laughed as I took them from her.
"I'll see you later, ok? I'll be at the bar I'm sure."
"Great!" she said. "See you later."
I entered the main room and saw some familiar and not so familiar faces. Most of the "not sot" familiar faces were people I hadn't been that close too and whom the 20 years had changed. Weight gained or lost (mostly gained) and the wear and tear of life, kids, marriage, etc.
I wandered to the bar to get myself a drink - no way I wanted to be sober as I took a trip down memory lane. I order my favorite - a Manhattan - and then worked my way through the ever growing crowd of people.
As the small talk inevitably moved to talking about days gone by an old friend - or perhaps more appropriately, a "former" friend, told me that a bunch of people were planning to head to the park after the reunion to drink some beer, smoke some pot and just hang out like back in the day. It wasn't that late and I hadn't had that much to drink so I figured, what the hell, I'll check it out.
I couldn't believe it - here I was, back at the park, drinking warm beer and hanging out with my high school friends. The only problem was, I was almost 40 and so were they. What the fuck?
"It's not like the old days" Diana said, as my mind came back to reality.
Looking at her almost made me feel 17 again. Diana and I met in home room of our freshman year. I thought she was beautiful the day I met her but I was way too shy and awkward back in 9th grade to have any idea how to speak to her. Over time we became friends because we had a lot of classes together and I was blessed to have a locker next to hers our junior year. That's when I finally got up the balls to ask her out. We had, for high school, a whirlwind romance which peaked with me losing my virginity.
We both knew that college offered lots of opportunities for new experiences and new relationships so we dated for a little over a year and sort of mutually agreed to see other people when we went away to college. We had stayed in touch off and on but eventually lost contact.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, back then, we had no kids, no mortgages, no jobs, no responsibility."
"You still look as hot as you did back then"
She laughed. I guess in some ways I was still that awkward kid from 9th grade.
"Thanks. You look good too."
I laughed this time. I guess I was never a "hot" guy. Oh well.
"I think some people are heading to the beach after this. Are you going too?"
"I don't know where my ride is." she said. "I took the train and Sandy picked me up. But she seems to have disappeared."
