It has to be ranked up there near the top of my list of strangest experiences and it happened at my fifteenth high school reunion.
And honestly, I'm not even sure why I went; high school was 4 years of misery for me. You know that dream where you go to school naked or in your underwear? That's what I felt like every day. I was a tall, clumsy kid, almost pathologically shy, with no self-esteem and no social skills and convinced, as I walked down the halls, that every random bit of laughter I heard was somehow directed at me. My palms were always sweaty and I bit my fingernails till they bled.
So maybe it was because I wanted to show my former classmates that I wasn't that kid anymore, that I had become a successful, self confident man. Also I wanted to see a couple of people who had once been important to me. Particularly Tom Shelton, who had befriended me when I had no other friends. For whatever reason, and at the last minute, I made up my mind to go.
I walked into the hotel ballroom, signed in, and got my name tag which had a picture of me from the yearbook in case I had changed so much no one could've recognized me. And I learned that Tom would not be attending.
I picked up a Gin and Tonic from the bar and made my way around the room, making conversation with several classmates with whom I'd had a passing relationship. Many of them were anxious to tell me how successful they'd become and I'm sure I heard more than a few lies. I walked over to where a group of women were talking; their husbands were in a small uneasy group to one side. I recognized them as part of the cheerleading squad and that's when my eyes fell on Angela Bonds. She hadn't noticed me yet and I just stared for a while and let my mind wander back.
We had moved into the house next door to the Bonds' the year I started high school. Angela had been one of the prettiest girls in school and always took my breath away whenever she'd flash that smile and say 'hi'. We rode the bus together but she always sat with her friends in the back and I pretty much always sat alone. She was hooked up with the star of the football team. But she was nice to me and didn't seem to be ashamed to be seen talking to a 'loser'.
Finally she turned and saw me.
"Joey? I'll be damned. Joey how are you?" She got up and gave me a hug.
"I'm good Angela. And it's just Joe or Joseph now. So how about you?"
She hugged me again. "I'm great. So what have you been doing?"
I told her about my 4 years in the Air Force after high school, about moving to L.A. and about my stained glass business which had become fairly successful. I told her about the entryway I did for a million dollar home in Brentwood that was featured in Architectural Digest. And although my work wasn't credited, the article and accompanying photos had been a huge boost and I now employed 4 fabricators and a receptionist and was able to concentrate on design and leave most of the grunt work to the help.
"That's right; in the yearbook you were 'Most Artistic'."
"Right, right. So Angela what have you been doing?" I saw the ring on her finger. "Did you and Larry get married?"
Larry Becker, six three, 240, had been the fastest, and most feared defensive lineman in the state. He'd powered Wilson High to 2 state championships and had won a free ride to Ohio State where he was a sure first round draft pick. Then he blew out his knee in his senior year.
"Yeah, I followed him to OSU so I could be with him," There was tension in her voice. "We got married in sophomore year."
"I heard about his injury." I followed football fairly closely back then and knew he had been a walk-on at Pittsburgh but re-injured the knee in a pre-season game against Dallas. I never read anything more about him.
"Well, it's been a rough time. The first surgeon screwed up the arthroscopic and he needed a second one, and then a third. And then when we get to Pittsburgh and everything looks like it's going to, you know, work out and all, number 64 drives his helmet right into the knee and...It's all over. He's had a difficult time adjusting. We both have." Her eyes were brimming.
I told her how sorry I was and I could tell she had more to say but she was a little embarrassed to be seen crying here in public
"Wow, look at me. I'm here 5 minutes and I'm balling like a little girl." she said wiping her eyes.
It was time to change the subject, "Hey, you know I used to watch you?"
"Watch me?" she said.
The first time it happened I had been lying on my bed in the dark masturbating when the light in her bedroom came on. Angela walked in wearing a towel on her head and another around her body that barely covered her ass. She took the towel off her head and shook out her hair drying it. She threw her head back and let her long blond hair cascade down her back. Then she came to the window and closed the curtain. As time went on I saw more and more of Angela. Literally. By the time I was a senior she was putting on shows for me almost weekly.
"Yeah, you know, our bedroom windows faced each other..."
She just looked at me blankly. Surely she knew; how could she not have known? Taking off her clothes in front of her window with the curtains open, a teenage boy's bedroom a few feet away? She'd perform this seductive striptease leaving the curtain open longer each time.
But why I brought it up I don't know. I needed a way out and as if on cue some of her friends grabbed her and, thankfully, took her off to say hi to someone they knew. I went looking for someone else to talk to.
I ran into Michael Marioni who'd been a close friend of Tom's. He told me Tom had taken a job on the police force and died during a high speed chase. I felt the wind go out of me and I got another drink. And then another. In my mind we were all still kids and kids don't die. Now I was the one who felt like crying.
Angela eventually spun back into my orbit and we danced a few slow ones. She'd obviously had had several drinks herself and was feeling pretty loose. Then we found a quiet corner to talk and she completely broke down. She and Larry had separated. Whether it was the steroids he'd taken in College and during his rehab or just straight out depression she didn't know but they hadn't had sex in over a year prior to the split.
"He's just completely lost interest in me."
"Angela, I'm so sorry." I couldn't imagine anyone losing interest in Angela. I held her while she cried and then she asked me, "Can we go somewhere and talk?"
I said we could go to my room. She agreed and we got up and went down the hall and took the elevator to the fourth floor.
As soon as we got inside she fell into my arms and we kissed. She grabbed my head with both her hands and kissed me as if she were dying of thirst and I was pitcher of cold water. I could hear her breathing deeply through her nose. Her tongue was exploring my mouth and her body was plastered against me. I knew I shouldn't be doing this; that I was taking advantage of a vulnerable woman who'd had too much to drink but, my God, this was Angela Bonds! The subject of a hundred masturbatory fantasies. And she wasn't the only one who'd had too much to drink.
I pulled her close and let my hands wander down to cup that glorious plump bottom of hers, one cheek in each hand. She broke the kiss for a moment and gasped looking into my eyes. Then she dug her nails into my back and kissed me even harder. My cock was at full staff and she rubbed herself against it. I allowed one hand to leave that magnificent ass and wander up under her blouse to cup her breast and felt her nipple harden through her bra. She expanded her chest as if trying to push the breast into my hand.
"Oh God, Joey!" she said breathlessly into my mouth. She lifted her leg and locked it behind my knee and ground her crotch against my cock. I took hold of her ass again and lifted her up and carried her the few feet to the bed where we fell together on top of the cover.
I was unbuttoning her blouse when suddenly she put her hands on my chest and pushed me away.
"Wait, wait. Stop. I'm sorry. I...We can't do this. I can't do this." she said wiping her mouth. And squirming out from under me she got up on the other side of the bed tucking in her blouse. I didn't protest, I knew she was right.
"I'm separated, Joe, but I'm still married." She was breathing hard. "I love Larry. I'm sorry, Joe. I don't mean to be a tease. I'd better go." But backing away from the bed she fell back into the chair.
"It's just been so hard." She started crying again. "Without football, Larry's just doesn't feel like the same person. He's lost."
Larry had tried a number of jobs but couldn't keep any. He'd started drinking and hanging with a rough crowd who enjoyed his celebrity and kept him drunk and probably gave him drugs, she wasn't sure. He got into fights and had even hit Angela once during an argument. He couldn't get an erection and wouldn't go to a doctor.
"At least," she said with a bitter laugh, "I'm pretty sure he isn't having an affair."
She told me most of their entire history for the last fifteen years and I listened without saying a word. I wanted to hold her but thought better of it. When she was through and had cried herself out. She looked at me.
"Thanks for listening, Joe. You were always a true friend. I always liked you, but you seemed like such a lost puppy. You were so sweet." She paused. "And yes I knew you were watching me." she smiled at me. "I enjoyed putting on a show for you and imagining what you were doing there in the dark. I only wish I could have seen you. Were you touching yourself while you watched me?"
I nodded.
"Mmmmm. It was such a turn on for me to slowly take my clothes off for you and show you my naked body. I was hot back then wasn't I?"
"You still are, Angela."
"Yeah but not like I was. It turned me on to think about how I was exciting you. I'd imagine you pumping your...your cock and shooting your cum into the air. That's when I first started to masturbate. Does that surprise you? That while you were dreaming about me, I was dreaming about you there in the dark?
"I have this dream sometimes where I'm a stripper being watched by hundreds of guys. And they're not allowed to touch themselves and I just tease them and tease them and they're all nearly insane with lust for me. I can see their hard cocks needing to be touched but they can't. I sometimes cum in my sleep and wake up with the pillow between my legs. Sometimes the dream wakes me up and I masturbate and have the hardest orgasms."
I wasn't exactly sure where this was going but I felt the mood in the room change. She stood up and stared at me with a strange look in her eyes. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
