Sue Set Free: High School Reunion

I'd received an invitation to my high school reunion, and I'd initially thought I'd ignore it. I was a bit chunky in high school, and a lot of girls (and guys) were fairly unpleasant to me, so fuck them. But Dave pointed out that we were happy, healthy and successful now, where there were probably a lot of them who'd peaked in school and it'd be good to see that. So I relented and said fine, we'd go.

Dave and I went to different high schools, so he wasn't going to know anybody there. He made me promise to not leave him alone unless it was his idea, and I agreed.

We decided to spend the night in a nearby hotel rather than with either of our parents - if we stayed at mine, his would be upset and vice versa, so it was just easier that way. It also meant we could come and go as we pleased.

We agreed to have lunch with my parents the day of the reunion, and stop in for lunch with his parents the day after before we went home.

After lunch, we went and checked in to the hotel. Having dropped our stuff, we had sex and took a nap. We woke up in the late afternoon and started getting ready to go out. I wanted to look my best, so I was wearing a thong, heels and this cute dress that came down to my knees. It buttoned up diagonally, with a slit at the bottom. I stepped into my heels and thought I looked pretty hot.

Dave told me how sexy I looked, so I twirled around and he whistled.

We had decided to skip the expensive dinner meal and just go for the event afterwards. We took an Uber to the school and went in. It looked like a lot of people had missed the meal, as there were a bunch of people in line. I signed in and we took our name badges and went to look at the year books.

"Damn," Dave said, pointing at my picture, "you were a dork."

I punched him on the arm.

"Let's get you a drink," I said, leading him into the gym hall.

We grabbed drinks and settled at a standing table. I pointed out various people I recognized. Most had been a bit of a dick to me back in school.

Dave and I were sipping our drinks and watching the dancers when Jeff came up to us.

"Sue? Is that you?" he yelled over the music.

"Yup, Jeff, it's me."

"Wow," he said, standing back to look at me, "you filled out good."

What a dick.

"Hey, how about a dance?" he asked me.

I looked at Dave, and he leaned in and whispered in my ear "go for it. Tease the fuck out of him."

I smiled sweetly at Jeff, kissed Dave on the cheek and took Jeff's offered hand. We headed out to the dance floor.

Jeff held my hand and put his other around my waist. I put my hand on his shoulder and let him lead. We danced, mostly stepping around in a little circle, swaying in time with the music.

He leaned in closer to me and we talked to each other. How have you been, that sort of thing.

"So, are you happy?" I asked him.

"Eh, you know what it's like being married."

"Really?" I said. "What's it like?"

"Ha, come on, you know, when was the last time you had sex?"

"I don't know," I said, "what time is it?"

"Uh, eight?"

"I'd guess five hours then."

"Right, but that's hotel room sex. But what about before that?"

"Uh, yesterday?"

"You're kidding, right? You can't be having that much sex."

"I have as much sex as I want, with who I want, when I want."

"Jesus. For real?"

I took his hand from my waist and put it on my bum. I pulled myself right up to him.

"For real."

He squeezed my bum and smiled at me. I could feel his cock getting hard where it was jostling up against my hip as we danced.

"Are you wearing panties?" he asked me, stroking my bum through my dress.

"Maybe," I told him with a grin.

I moved the hand in my hand to my tit.

"I'm definitely not wearing a bra."

He squeezed my tit.

"You're definitely not," he said happily. "And you're pierced!"

The tune came to an end and the next one started up. I moved my hands from his hand and shoulder and put them on his hips. He still had one hand on my bum and the other was on my tit, both squeezing.

As we danced, I dropped my left hand to his front and slid it down to rub up and down his cock through his pants like I was jacking him off.

"What's the mating call of a blonde?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he said.

"I'm _soooo_ drunk."

He laughed.

"What's the mating call of a brunette?" I asked him.

He shook his head.

"All the blondes have gone."

Again, he chuckled.

He leaned right in to me.

"What's the mating call of a redhead?" he asked me.

"Next!" I told him.

As the tune came to an end, I squeezed his cock one last time.

"I'm going to go back to my husband," I told him, "thanks for a lovely dance."

I looked back over my shoulder flirtily as I got to Dave, and Jeff was standing there looking embarrassed.

Dave was talking to Britney, one of the cheerleaders who was always full of herself. She was looking like one of those strung out Cross-fit moms with two percent body fat and the standard long bottle blonde hair.

As I arrived, I heard her ask Dave "do you remember me?"

I watched as he looked her up and down.

"No."

I snorted to myself, and they both turned and looked at me.

"Oh," Britney said, "Sue."

"Hello Britney," I said. "This is my husband, Dave."

"You've lost a lot of weight," she said.

"Not really," I said. "How are you?"

She went off into a whine about her divorce, her kids, her ex. Dave looked at her with a sorry expression on his face, and even though she'd been a bitch to me in school, I felt a little sorry for her.

She was still whining when Noel came up. Noel and I had been quite friendly back in the day.

"Hey Noel," I said, talking over Britney, "this is my husband Dave."

Britney stopped talking.

"Oh," she said, "Noel."

Dave and Noel shook hands.

"Can I take Noel for a dance?" I asked Dave.

"Certainly," he said.

He had one of his looks... it was like he wanted to talk to Britney.

I took Noel's hand and towed him onto the dance floor. I put my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my waist and we danced. While we danced, we chatted idly.

At the end of the tune, I led him back to Dave. And Britney.

"Hey," I said to everybody, "I was thinking we could go and look around the school and get away from this noise."

"Good idea," Dave said, "I'd love to see your classroom."

Britney and Noel trailed along behind us. We left the gym and walked down the empty corridors.

"Hey!" I squeaked, running ahead, "here's my old locker."

It was just a locker, but I'd kept my crap in there for a few years. The lock looked different from the one that I remembered, but it wasn't like I was going to try and open it.

Britney had a sour expression on her face as they all caught up with me.

"I want to go and see my home room," I said.

Dave glanced at Britney.

"Go ahead," he said, "we'll catch up."

Noel followed me as I walked briskly down to my old home room. It wasn't locked, and we went in. I went and sat at my old desk, looking around.

Noel sat down at the desk next to me. I took a good look at him - he'd lost some weight and his complexion had cleared up now he wasn't swamped with hormones. He was well dressed, in a shirt and nice pants. He also looked like he'd been hitting the gym.

"So," I said, "no wife?"

"No," he said, "I've been too busy with work. On the plus side, I'm hoping to retire in about three years."

"Wow," I said, "that's impressive. I'd be happy to retire in thirty years."

"It doesn't mean I haven't had relationships though," he said, "just nothing serious."

"Oh," I said, "I get that. We've been married for... uh, years... and it doesn't seem serious to me even now. Maybe if we were to have kids, it'd seem serious."

"Dave seems to like Britney," he said, looking at me strangely.

"Dave can have Britney," I said, "she was a bitch in high school."

"Oh, I bet you don't know the half of it."

"I think it was different for girls," I said. "Girls are nasty to girls in a different way entirely."

We sat quietly for a moment, both lost in our own thoughts.

"I had a crush on you," he said quietly.

"You never said anything," I told him.

"I was scared to. I didn't want you to reject me the way I saw girls like Britney reject guys. They'd humiliate them."

"I wouldn't have humiliated you," I said.

"But you would have rejected me."

"I didn't say that. I wasn't as... worldly... then. I don't know what I would have done. But I know what I'd do now."

"You do? What would you do?"

"You'll have to shoot your shot, and you'll find out," I told him. "Nothing's ever easy, is it?"

He stood up and came and knelt down in front of my desk.

"Sue," he said, "I've admired you from afar for far too long. I know we don't have long together, but I would love to get to know you a lot more intimately."

"Noel," I said, "I'd be delighted. Now what did you have in mind?"

"Really?" he asked, getting to his feet. "You're married."

"Not seriously," I said, also getting up. "We have an arrangement."

I walked over to the door, and looking back at him, he seemed crestfallen.

I turned the latch to lock the door and pulled down the shade and he brightened up immensely. We walked towards each other, meeting in the middle.

His hands went to my head, holding me as he kissed me. My hands went to his hands, holding them as I kissed him back.

"Are we really doing this?" he asked.

"I think we are," I said, moving his hands to my waist.

We kissed and he moved his hands around to my bum, pulling me up against him. I leaned back and moved my hands to his waist and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Jesus," he said, and feverishly started unbuttoning my dress.

It wasn't fair, my dress had six big, easy buttons, and his shirt had a bunch of fiddly little ones. My dress was open as I pulled his shirt out of his pants.

He pushed my dress off my shoulders, and I caught it. I folded it in half and draped it over the nearest desk.

"You look incredible," he said, his hands reaching out for my tits. He fondled them as I went back to kissing him, fiddling with the last two buttons.

He stopped kissing me and bent his head down to suck my nipples, his hands moving down my sides to my waist. I let go of his shirt and reached down to his hands, moving them to the side straps of my thong, pulling them out away from my body a little.

He took the straps and slid them down my hips, tugging my thong down. He stopped sucking my nipples to bring it all the way to the floor so I could step out of it.

He stood up in front of me again.

"Wow," he said, then started kissing me again.

As we kissed, he took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor behind him. His arms wrapped around me and he picked me up, carrying me over to my desk, where he put me down on the surface.

He kept kissing me, but spread my knees apart and pulled me to the edge.

He stopped kissing me and knelt down between my knees, his face going down my body to my pussy. He lifted my knees over his shoulders as he was tonguing my clit, then brought his hands up to my tits, massaging them.

I tensed up, loving this, and reached down to hold his face to my pussy. He carried on lapping along my slit and around my clit as I felt my orgasm rising quickly in me. I was clamping his head between my thighs and held my breath, biting my bottom lip as it crashed over me, leaving me with my eyes tightly closed, shuddering on my old school desk.

As I came to my senses, I relaxed my grip, letting Noel sit back on his heels, looking at me, from my pussy, up my stomach to my tits and then on to my flushed face.

"Thank you," I gasped to him.

"I've wanted to do that for years," he said, grinning at me.

He lifted me off my desk, helping me to stand in front of it. My knees were weak, and he reached out to hold me to him. I looked up at him and he bent down and kissed me. I kissed him back, tasting my juices on his lips as I did.

As I was feeling stronger, I took my arms from around his shoulders down to his belt. I was trying to unbuckle it without much luck. I stopped kissing him to look down and figure out what I was doing. He took over unbuckling and I slid the fly of his zip down. When he unhooked his pants, I knelt down in front of him and wiggled them down over his hips, dragging his boxers with them.

He had a nice cock and I took it in my hand, rubbing my thumb around the head. I leaned my face in and licked the head, tasting his pre-cum and cleaning that off. I looked up at him as I rubbed his cock across my face, across my cheeks. I took the head in my mouth and sucked gently, working my way down the shaft. As I got more in my mouth, I had to move my hand from the shaft to his balls, tickling them with my fingertips.

I bobbed my head forwards and backwards, running my tongue all over his cock as I did. I was doing my best to get him off, and I kept hearing his breath catching. I could feel his balls tightening up. All of a sudden he gasped and I knew he was about to cum. I slid it into my mouth as far as I could as his cock started twitching.

I swallowed as he spurted into my throat, again and again. I kept swallowing, doing my best not to inhale his cum or gag.

I realized he was holding my head, and I carried on sucking his cock until he relaxed and let go of me. He slid his cock out of my mouth and I took hold of it, kissing the tip as I looked into his eyes. He looked back with fondness.

"Well," he said, "that was worth the wait."

"I hope so," I told him, sitting on my heels, "I wouldn't have been able to do that when we were in school."

He helped me back to my feet and kissed me. Unlike a lot of guys, he didn't seem to care about my tasting of his cum.

"As much as I'd like to this to go on all night, I think we should join the others again," I told him.

Ne nodded, and started pulling his pants up. I went and collected my thong, pulling it up and settling it where I wanted it. He picked his shirt up and put it on as I shrugged into my dress. Now it took me no time to do my six big, easy buttons while he fiddled with his.

I smoothed my dress down as I watched him tucking his shirt into his pants before doing them up.

I fixed his collar and he brushed some of my hair back into place.

He smiled brightly at me, and we walked to the door. I looked back at my old desk in my old home room wistfully and unlocked the door.

We walked down the quiet corridor towards the gym again. I was holding Noel's hand as we walked, and he squeezed it. Suddenly we heard a funny squeak sound. Noel looked at me quizzically, and I shrugged back at him. It happened again, and Noel pointed to the door on our left and held his finger to his lips.

We walked over to the door and Noel bent forward and listened intently.

"It sounds like somebody's getting fucked," he whispered.

"Somebody _else_," I whispered back to him.

He straightened up and peeked in the window in the door.

He looked shocked and whispered "I think it's Dave!"

"Good for him," I whispered back. "Let's go in and see who else."

He gently turned the handle, opening it slowly. We went in and closed the door behind us. Dave turned and looked over his shoulder, looking a little worried. He saw us and relaxed.

"Hello my love," he said with a grin.

The girl he was fucking squeaked again.

"Who have you got there?" I asked.

We walked over, and there, bent over a desk with her panties around her knees, dress and bra bunched around her waist and Dave's cock in her bum was Britney. She sneered at me.

"Really, Britney, anal?"

"He said you won't do it," she said.

"No," said Dave, "I said we _don't_ do it. She usually doesn't care for it."

I nodded. "It seems, I don't know, degrading. Don't stop though."

Britney had been holding her bum cheeks apart, but stopped, bringing her hands round to, I don't know, hide her tits? Dave reached down and spread her cheeks himself, and we walked over to watch.

Britney's asshole was rimmed with a red ring, making me think she wasn't used to this.

Noel and I watched as Dave started to pump faster, grabbing Britney's hips to let him thrust further into her. He pulled her back against him and held his hips thrust forward. He moaned quietly, and she squeaked again, as he came in her bum.

They stayed there for a few seconds. I noticed the sheen of sweat on Britney's back, and then Dave was pulling out of her - I was tempted to make a popping noise when he did, but I figured that wasn't helping.

"Ha," she said triumphantly as she straightened up, "your husband fucked me."

"Yes, he did."

She turned to face me, and I looked down at her hairy pussy. I watched as his cum dripped out of her asshole, landing in her panties.

"Thanks," I told her, "Noel and I had a lovely time. Reminiscing about old times."

Dave looked at me questioningly for a fraction of a second, then smiled. He also nodded to Noel. He can always tell when I've recently had sex, at apparently I look calmer, more relaxed.

Britney obviously missed what I'd meant.

"Nerds," she snipped at us.

She pulled her bra up - he hadn't undone it, so she just had to hook the straps over her shoulders. It must have been a push up, as suddenly she had a lot more cleavage. She made a face upon seeing her messy panties, then took the Kleenex that Dave was offering her and blotted them as clean as she could.

Dave had wiped his cock clean, and tossed the wadded up Kleenex towards the trash can and got dressed again. We watched Britney pull her dress back into place, looking slightly crumpled.

We collected Dave's Kleenex from the floor and dropped it in the can and went out into the corridor again.

"I need to get cleaned up," Britney said, so we walked towards the toilets.

Dave said he was going to clean up, and Noel said he was going to wash his face, making me snigger a little, and they went into the boy's. I let Britney go into the girl's by herself and went to look at the noticeboard, reading the for sale adverts and the flyers for upcoming events while I waited for everybody to come back.

Noel came out first, and cupped my bum. I turned and kissed him just as Dave left the rest room. Noel seemed a little uncomfortable with Dave seeing us.

"It's fine," Dave told Noel. "I'm pretty sure you two had sex, and I'm good with it."

We all watched the girl's room and waited for Britney to come out. When she did, she still looked a little crumpled, and I could swear I could still slightly smell the bleachy smell of cum on her.

"I can still smell cum on you," I told her.

"It's my panties," she said. "Do you think anybody else will notice?"

"Probably," I said. "If I were you I'd toss the panties."

She looked a little scandalized, but headed to go back into the girl's room.

"Oh come on," I said, "we've all seen you naked."

She stopped and glared at me. She did, however, reach under her dress and pull her panties down, stepping out of them. With visible distaste, she bent over and picked them up, taking them to a nearby trash can.

The four of us went back to the gym, with the flashing lights and music.

"Let's get a drink," Dave almost yelled.

Noel and I went with him, and Britney disappeared into the crowd. At the bar, Jeff turned to see me.

"Sue!" he said, "I've been looking for you."

"Ah," I told him, "I was having sex with Noel."

He looked at Noel.

"Jesus, Noel!" he said, loudly, grabbing and shaking his hand.

I left them to it, taking a drink from Dave.

The music stopped and Gail, one of the popular girls who'd been on the organizing committee was standing on the stage with a microphone when the lights came up.

"Everybody," she called out to us, "we're getting to the end of the evening, so it's time to announce the winner of the prom king and queen."