This idea hit me last night and I just had to write about it. I hope y'all like it cuz I did just thinking about it. :) If you like it, and want to read more on the subject, let me know. Best wishes to everyone.
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His gloved hand reached over to the skipping record player and put the needle back in its place. He made one final lick of the envelope that he held in his other hand and closed it, setting it down next to the stack of envelopes that had already formed on his desk. His plan was almost ready to go into effect.
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Lauren was pissed. Her ass of a boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, had just dumped her over the phone. "It's not you," he said. "It's me." What a lame excuse. She banged open her front door and went to the mailbox. God, sometimes she just longed for the old days. A time when everything had been simpler. Or maybe she was just imagining things.
Collecting the mail, she stomped back into the house angrily, her rage only intensifying as she saw the numerous bills that had arrived, along with several pieces of junk mail. Tossing these to the side, she noticed a letter that was hand-addressed to her. "Wonder who sent this," she said to the empty room. There was no return address.
Turning the letter over in her hand, she slid her finger down the top and took out the contents. Just a photograph. On the back of the picture the word "Soon" was written and she turned it over wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean.
The picture was from when she was in 8th grade, but she remembered it well. The last time her and all her boys had been together, they had taken this photo; she had a copy of it in her photo album. She smiled as she studied the familiar faces in the picture. Dan, Tyler, Scott, Ryan, Adam, Michael, and Chad stared happily back from the picture, surrounding Lauren. She had been the only girl in her class from the 2nd grade till the 8th grade; the joys of going to a small private grade school. She wondered what her boys were doing now.
The photo brought back so many memories; the basketball tournaments which the boys had one, playing football with them, going bowling with them. She found herself digging out the phonebook and looking up numbers. Finally she found one and dialed the number.
"Hello," said the deep male voice at the other end.
"Is this Dan?" she said nervously. She hadn't talked to any of her boys since high school.
"Yeah," said the guy. "Who's this?"
"It's Lauren," she said haltingly. "Lauren Millford."
"Lauren!" Dan said happily. "I was actually just about to call you."
"You were?" she asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you if you sent me this picture of us from 8th grade. It just came to my house."
"No, I didn't send it," she said confused.
"Well maybe it's time to gather the rest of our old classmates and find out who did." He laughed. "I haven't seen you in forever, girl."
They chattered back and forth for some time, and she gave him directions to her house. He said he would call the rest of the boys and make sure they came over to her house too. All of a sudden she was in a tizzy, running around like a crazy woman trying to clean her house which hadn't been cleaned in some time. When she was done cleaning, she took a long shower, and then did her hair and makeup, just in time for the doorbell to ring. "Just a minute!" she yelled as she pulled on a black skirt and a sleeveless white top.
Trying to calm her breathing a bit, she relaxed on the doorknob for a moment before pulling open the door to reveal Dan standing there. His face lit up when he saw her and they hugged. "I'm glad you're the first one here," she said to him. "Come on in."
They went through all the routines of two friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time. As they talked she couldn't help but compare the Dan of 8th grade to the one sitting across from her now. He had been tall as an 8th grader, but now he towered over her; she guessed six foot something. His dirty blond hair was still the same; he kept it sticking up in messy spikes, a hairstyle that she always liked. He had been skinny in grade school and throughout high school, but a man stood in front of her today. His upper chest had broadened no doubt from playing hockey, a sport that had always been his favorite.
She found herself inching closer to him as he spoke, mesmerized by the lips that she had once thought to be too small. "Lauren," he said, pulling her out of her reverie, his voice somewhat breathy. She looked up into his blue eyes and was surprised to find him staring at her with a lustful look. Dan and she had never even come close to hooking up in the past. He placed his hand on her thigh, looking at her to make sure it was alright and she welcomed his touch.
His long fingers slid up her thigh, feeling the heat that emulated from her already moistening pussy. "Let's go to my room," she stuttered and they both rose from the couch; her leading the way to her room.
Shirts and pants/skirts came off in a matter of minutes as soon as they entered, both of them trying to control their overwhelming sexual desires. "I've never been with a black woman before," he confessed. "But I've always had fantasies about you." She smiled and stepped out of her black lace thong. Her fingers reached for his boxers and pulled them off his still bony hips.
It was kind of odd, seeing an old classmate of hers naked, but his nude body was breathtaking as she looked down at him. He was already stiff and his cock, although being rather skinny, was incredibly long. Her body tingled and he gently pushed her against the bed, and positioned himself above her.
