Beverley 04: Soft Sills Reunion

Author note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

There is no sex in this story

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"Yeah, old Jem was the last of us to get placed, but he got a good one," Elisa said, shielding her eyes from the sun streaming in through the window of the coffee shop. She had put her sunglasses on the small table when she sat down. "All six of us got decent starter jobs, but we'll be scattered across three states."

Beverley put her hands on the cup to warm them. It was July and not really cold, but she enjoyed warming her hands when drinking a hot drink. "I'm glad you've made good starts to your careers. What about the rest of your class?"

"Not so good." Elisa shook her head. "It's a bad economy, so our teachers warned us. More than a third of our class is at a loose end." She looked affectionately at the woman sitting across the table. "Your lessons helped us enormously during the recruitment process."

Elisa and her five friends had signed up for a soft skills course offered by CB Solutions, a company started by Beverley and her partner Chris Lowe. So far, they were the only employees, too. Chris developed the course and fine-tuned it according to feedback from Beverley who actually went to the classroom and taught it.

"Glad it helped," Beverley replied. The six Senior students had attended her classes for four weeks, learning skills like leadership, communication skills, negotiation, and others not part of regular college syllabi. She was only a few years older than the students and they had become good friends during the hours spent in the classroom. "Your testimonials got us a lot of sign-ups and inquiries from the Junior year class. Chris and I are grateful."

Elisa waved her hand dismissively. The six of them had come into the auditorium where Chris and Beverley were giving a presentation about their course and spoken positively about their own benefits from the course. It had led to a lot of students signing up immediately.

"Just spoke the truth, Bev," she said, smiling at her teacher. "Even then, we knew your course was valuable. And snaring good jobs in this economy has just reinforced it." She stretched out a long, slim arm and snared a stirrer from the pot. "Almost like having an unfair advantage."

"Nah," said Beverley. "Nothing unfair about learning additional skills. Everyone in your class has the same skill set and qualifications. You six made time and put in the effort to learn additional skills."

"I know." Elisa was slowly stirring her drink. Suddenly she grinned. "And I got a bonus with you."

Beverley felt her face and neck grow warm and wondered if her flushing was visible. The students had seen her nude and Elisa had noted that Beverley had no tan lines. Beverley had invited the unabashedly gay girl to tan with her, and it had led to a lesbian romp on the tanning mattress on the rooftop.

"I had a good time, Bev," said Elisa, softly. She put her arms around her teacher's neck and leaned it to brush soft lips. "Though you're not into it, I guess."

"I enjoyed it, too," protested Beverley. She wondered how to avoid hurting the beautiful young girl sitting opposite her. "You're beautiful and obviously skilled."

"But you're not into women," said Elisa, sadly. "You get off, but you're not really thrilled by it." The two women had started off by tanning together and had explored each other's bodies, gradually getting more and more sexual. Beverley had tried to match the energy and actions of the gay girl with her, but Elisa had realized her teacher's heart wasn't in it.

"I like men," confessed Beverley. "But you're gorgeous, and you really drive me wild with your hand and tongue." Elisa had driven Beverley to two enormous orgasms with fingers in pussy and lips on clit. Beverley had got Elisa off by fingering her with determination.

"Yes, you're predominantly straight," said Elisa, smiling. "It was pretty obvious". She leaned in to kiss a dejected Beverley on the cheek. "Don't feel bad, Bev. You're so lovely and so sensitive, it was a pleasure to be with you."

"Me, too," said Beverley. "I'm very fond of you, Eli. It was new for me and perhaps I didn't do as well as I should have." She looked up from her cup. "Perhaps you can teach me some more when we are together again."

"Speaking of getting together," said Elisa with a nervous smile. "The six of us are visiting our homes on the long weekend next month. We have an Airbnb booked for a night to spend some time together. You want to join us?"

Beverley knew it would be a straightforward party with the six of them. The other five of the group were all men, and Elisa had no sexual interest in them. She was flattered that this group, all several years younger than herself, would invite her to their party.

"How come you're at home this week?" she asked, to gain some time to think. The six of them were friends from their school days, and she would certainly be the odd person out.

"Long weekend, and we all took two days off." Elisa looked at Beverley and asked again. "So are you in for our party?"

"You're all old friends, Eli," said Beverley, slowly. "Are you sure I won't cramp you all? Put a spoke in your fun?"

"Not in the least. In fact, we're hoping you will be the fun." Elisa's grin set alarm bells jangling in Beverley's head. "And before you ask, all the guys are on board."

Beverley shook her head. "I'm not sure what you mean, Eli. I'm several years older than you all, so I'm more likely to damp your fun."

"Ah, don't repeat that, Beverley," cried Elisa, passionately. "You're barely seven years older than most of us. And you only have five years on Wayne."

"Well, that's a significant gap, innit?" said Beverley. "And I was your teacher. I taught you in the classroom. Won't it spoil your fun?"

"When the guys think of you in the classroom," said Elisa with a broad smile, "they remember the lesson you taught nude."

"Don't remind me," said Beverley with a groan. "I must have been quite, quite mad to agree to that." She shot a suspicious glance at the younger girl. "You're not expecting anything like that, are you?"

"Yes, we are." Elisa spoke matter-of-factly, taking Beverley's breath away. "You took a class nude, and on the last day posed for keepsake pictures nude. So we want you nude at the reunion."

"I ...see." Beverley swirled her drink in the mug. "And what do I get in return this time?"

"No, we're not making any deal," said Elisa earnestly. "Just inviting our favorite teacher to our reunion to make more fun memories."

"You have enough memories," said Beverley. "To be precise, 118 of them." She had posed nude with her students at various places as payback for their help, and they had shared the pictures with her.

"You counted!" Elisa giggled.

"No, I didn't have to. I just moved them from my phone to my computer for safety. The folder always shows how many pictures there are." Beverley leaned forward. "You people are keeping the pictures safe, aren't you?"

"Of course!" Elisa squeezed Beverley's hand briefly for reassurance. "You can trust us. We don't want to brag or share deliberately, and we take good precautions."

Beverley nodded. They sipped their drinks in silence for a few moments. The coffee shop was not full at this time of day and they felt no pressure to vacate their table.

"So how about it?" Elisa asked. "Will you come? It's just a party if you don't come; a reunion if you do." Her smile was infectious and Beverley smiled, too.

"It's barely two months since you people finished the course." Beverley was amused. "Isn't it a little early for a reunion?"

"We don't know when we'll all be together again." Elisa's voice and face held a touch of sadness and Beverley's heart went out to her. She knew these six friends had been together since their schooldays and had become very close during the four years of college. "We want to take every chance we get."

"Well, don't you want to be just the six of you?" Beverley asked. "I'll be an outsider in your party."

"We want you." Elisa smiled, shaking off her melancholy. "The guys still go ooh when talking about the last day and the keepsakes."

There it was, thought Beverley. "And you want more of that from me at this party? I don't know if I can, Eli. I was terribly anxious the entire time you took me out of the classroom and then on that hundred-mile drive without any clothes."

"Of course," said Elisa comfortably. "Anyone would be scared. You were, too, to start with, but you were pretty relaxed later on and even a bit turned on."

"Yeah, that scares me," Beverley confessed. "Being naked among a bunch of people scares me at first and then makes me horny. I'm scared I might do something enormously stupid."

"We'll take care of you, Bev," said Elisa. "All of us will be around you. And look, whatever you felt then, you're thrilled by it now, aren't you? The other day, I just mentioned the bench by the vending machine and you exploded into an orgasm!"

"Excuse me!" Beverley tried to keep her voice low. "You had two fingers inside me and thumb on my ..."

"He he he!" The younger girl giggled. "Yeah, but that's a superhot memory for you." She looked at Beverley looking down and whispered. "So come and make some more of those memories with people you know and trust. We'll have some fun with you and you can remember them afterwards."

"If I have a moment of lunacy and come to this party, what do you expect from me?" Beverley drained her cup and set it back, thinking hard. It was true that she knew these six people and felt safe with them. But she would have to be crazy to go to a party where Elisa was clearly expecting her to undress. "Would it be the same as the keepsake time?"

"Nope." Elisa shook her head. "You've done that. Long drive without clothes, posing for pictures nude, and all that. We'll plan something different once you agree to come."

"I don't know, Eli. It just seems so scary, getting undressed at a party with you people." Beverley grinned as they both rose. "You come up with shock after shock."

"Well, think about it, Bev," said Elisa as they walked to the parking lot. "The guys really want to see you again."

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"Will you bring the pitcher and glasses, ma'am?" said Wayne, looking over his shoulder at Beverley. They were in the kitchen of the large Airbnb rented by the six friends for their get-together. Beverley nodded and picked up the pitcher in which they had just finished mixing the margaritas and followed him to the living room.

The six youngsters had picked Beverley up from her home in a seven-seater SUV. The Airbnb had a large living room with French windows opening to a beautifully maintained lawn and garden. The ground floor also had a kitchen, a two-car garage, and a pantry. The bedrooms were on the upper level.

"Just a half glass for me, ma'am," said Elisa. Now that all of them were together, she had reverted to the formal way of addressing Beverley. "I have to drive later."

Beverley nodded and passed her a glass. Filling the other glasses, she handed them out one by one. She should ask where Elisa intended to drive to, she thought.

The conversation flowed easily, the six old friends including their teacher comfortably. They told her about their new jobs and uncertainties. Beverley was only a few years older than them but had worked at several jobs. She offered suggestions which they lapped up, having learned to trust her wisdom during the soft skills classes.

She had almost forgotten about her promise to provide the excitement at this party when Wayne stood and clapped. Wayne was over six feet tall and had strong-looking shoulders and arms. Having worked for a few years between high school and college he possessed more self-confidence than his friends.

"On behalf of us all, I thank ma'am for agreeing to this party." The others clapped briefly. "So this is how we'll proceed. Elisa has a bell and will ring it at fifteen- to thirty- minute intervals. At every bell, ma'am has a stepped-up challenge."

"Got it," said Beverley, with trepidation. "Every time the bell rings, I take something off."

"Uh, no, ma'am," said Colin, turning to her. "We've already seen you nude, twice."

"So, then?" Beverley wondered what more they wanted.

"At the first bell, you undress completely. At every subsequent bell, we'll tell you what to do."

"What do you horrors have planned?" Beverley knew these simple-sounding instructions had the potential to land her in big trouble. "I'm not getting into any orgies or hundred-mile nude drives."

"You've already done the second," said Jeremy, and Beverley shivered, remembering. "And we can't have orgies. You're the only one the six of us want to do."

"Well, I meant, a gang-bang, but you wouldn't do that." Beverley looked questioningly at the youngsters and they all agreed. Relieved, she looked at her students, waiting for further details.

"No gang-bang today," confirmed Colin. "But it'll be a more intense experience than before."

Beverley looked at him apprehensively, then at the others. Their smiles reassured her, and she nodded. After all, she thought, she had been nude with them for extended periods. Embarrassed and anxious at the time certainly, but exciting memories later. She nodded. Elisa raised the bell and rang it.

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"Well, all right, just one more, please." The party was going well, and Beverley had long since finished her drink. When Derek came around with the pitcher, she held out her glass.

Beverley had been nude for almost half an hour. The first few minutes had been marked by whoops, whistles, and compliments. Now, the six youngsters had gotten somewhat used to her nudity and the conversational threads had picked up again.

"... old Jem just had no idea what she meant by that, and..."

"... so he decided to drive to her apartment after the party and she was having a private party with Chet."

"... all three of them believe in making things hard for new hires, so it's pretty toxic. Sooner or later..."

All conversations stopped as the bell sounded. They all looked at Elisa, the men with eager anticipation, Beverley with trepidation. "We're moving this party to the garden, folks. Derek, turn out the outdoor lights. There are four chairs around the table, so we'll have to take three from here."

"Uh, doesn't the road pass along the garden?" Beverley was wary of exposing herself to people passing. "There's not much of a hedge."

"Yes, there is," said Wayne. "It's not grown to full height, but if you're sitting down, people passing by can't see you. And it's dark, ma'am. You're quite safe."

The garden was not completely dark, receiving some light from a distant streetlight. After pausing a moment at the door to let her eyes adjust, Beverley moved across the lawn and sank into the chair Colin was holding for her. Good thing we're doing this in August, she thought idly.

Her six students had settled around the round table on the lawn. It wasn't large enough to accommodate seven chairs, and Derek and Larry sat behind the others. The conversation continued and Beverley looked at the person speaking, avoiding speaking too much herself.

Suddenly, she stiffened. How had she not realized how narrow the road was? The apartment building across was tall and loomed very close to her frightened eyes. At least half the windows were lit, and she could see people in the rooms.

"Yes, it's a bunch of rental apartments," said Jeremy. "A lot of the units are lying vacant. But you don't have to worry, ma'am. They can only see us from the balconies, and everyone is indoors at night."

"They're pretty close," Beverley whispered, as though they could hear the conversation. She laughed to cover her nervousness. "I hope you're right about them being indoors."

"Well, that's why we turned out the garden lights," said Larry. "People do use the balconies in summer, but probably can't see us well in the dark."

Putting away her unease, Beverley nodded. She realized Colin had asked her something. "No, it's been over a year since the divorce. I'm not pining or fighting depression or anything. Just that CB Solutions is new and we're trying to get it off the ground."

Derek looked at her empty glass and offered her a refill, which she turned down. "So you haven't started dating again?"

"Oh, I do, but it's tricky." Beverley stopped, but saw that her students were quiet and waiting for her to go on. "Dennis and I didn't fight over custody, or anything, really. We have joint, and Brandon spends the weekend with me. I pick him up on Friday evening, and Dennis or his parents pick him up Sunday night. So I can only go out on weekdays, and..."

The youngsters nodded as she trailed off. People around Beverley's age were all working people and preferred to socialize on the weekend. "That makes it hard," said Larry. Looking her up and down, he continued, "Even for someone as uberhot as you."

Beverley blushed, then blurted out, "You people are the best fun I've had in some time." The six laughed and cheered, Elisa even clapping her hands.

"Um, let's not be noisy, please," said Beverley, with a glance at the building opposite. "We don't want to attract too much attention."

As if to confirm her fears, a loud voice rang out. "Hey, beautiful! Lovely tits!"

Startled, Beverley looked up and saw a couple leaning on their balcony railing, laughing. As she looked at them, they waved at her. Mortified, she waved back, trying to cover her breasts with the other arm, just as another voice rang out.

"Hey, you guys! Share the wealth! Turn on your goddamn lights!"

"Oh, no!" Elisa's voice was a mixture of surprise and delight. "Half the building is watching us. They must have a group chat or something."

"I guess," said Colin, as he looked up and down the building, seeing the many people on balconies. "One person must have seen ma'am and alerted everyone."

"Let's go inside, please." Beverley's voice was strangled, as she stood up and tried to work her way between the table and Jeremy's chair. He stood up and Wayne moved the chair, allowing her to rush into the house. The others followed, their alarm giving way to mirth once in the living room.

"That was unexpected!" said Larry, collapsing into a chair, laughing. "I went out to check before we took the party out, and there wasn't anyone on the balconies."

"Yeah, but one person must have wandered out and spread the word." Colin put an arm around the dazed Beverley. "It's all right, ma'am. We're far from home, so none of these people are likely to know you."

"Yes, but..." Beverley returned his hug, feeling comforted. "I guess that's true. I never come out this way and don't know anyone here."

"Right." Derek gave her a wolfish grin. "Hold that thought. Our next step up also assumes that no one here knows us."

"So anyone you meet, or anyone that sees you in all your glory," continued Colin, "is not likely to know you or meet you again."

"The next step up," announced Elisa, holding up the bell, "is stepping out for dinner." She rang the bell.

* * *

"Well, not as bad as I had feared," admitted Beverley. She looked around at the small garden cafe. There were only four tables, two of which had been pushed together to accommodate their group of seven. There were tall poles at the entrance and between the tables, each holding a fluttering pennant with the eatery's name. "When you said going out to eat, I thought it would be a crowded restaurant."

Their entrance had created a mini-sensation. The couple at one table and a group of two couples at another had been shocked as the six students entered with their completely nude teacher. The men had subsided into surreptitious glances at Beverley while the women openly stared at her for a while before returning their attention to their meal.