High school crushes ten years later
Thank you to my editor Ken:
Ken doesn't only help with grammar but he reads with care and points out inconsistencies as well. He is worth his weight in Tequila.
Warning:
This story involves cuckoldry
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Ten Year Reunion
One Month Before the Trip Out West
My hubby Tony was driving me nuts. He must know I love him and I'm crazy about him, but dammit he is so insecure!
"Seriously? You want to go to your ten-year high school reunion? You're going to fly all the way to San Francisco?" Tony asked me, his wife of five years. We'd been discussing this all morning, and he wouldn't let it go.
"I guess I could stop in Denver, but what's the point of that?"
"Do you have old high school lovers in Denver?" I ignored this stupid remark born of Tony's idiotic jealousy.
"Unlike you, I had a lot of really good friends in high school. Susie, Marsha, Dorothy, Liz, they'll all be there."
"Will Bill be there?" he asked.
"He's listed as expected to attend. As am I. Listen Tony, Bill and I were finished long ago."
"How many times did you two fuck in high school, anyway?" he asked.
"I'm not going to answer a question like that. Bill and I broke up when we went to college, and I haven't seen him since."
"You'll melt when you see him again."
"Yes, probably," I said. "Bill is a great guy. He's good-looking, fit, a musician, and he has a good sense of humor. What's not to like? You'd recognize that if you weren't always so jealous."
"How is he in bed?"
"We rarely did it in a bed. It was high school, remember?" I teased.
"How does he fuck?" Tony asked, not to be thwarted.
"He's not even in your league. Can you stop, already?"
"What does he do now?" Tony asked, ignoring my request, but at least no longer asking about sex.
"He's in finance. He works for a Swiss company with a San Francisco branch," I replied.
"Is he rich?"
"I don't know. Probably. According to Facebook, he's divorced."
"Are you going to fuck him at the reunion?" Shit: Tony was starting up again.
"Why are you being such an asshole?"
"Well, are you?"
"Do you want me to fuck him? What the fuck do you want from me? It's just a reunion!"
"Okay, okay, I apologize. Have a good time. Fuck all the guys who wanted you in high school but never got you, if you want. That's what reunions are all about. Just don't tell me if you commit adultery. I don't want to know."
"How mature of you," I said, not hiding that I was upset.
I knew Tony had been fooling around a bit outside our marriage. This meant he had no moral authority. Miriam was a hot piece of ass, and I suspected she came after Tony, even though she was married. He didn't know that I knew all about it, but I did.
The reunion could be my time to take a little extracurricular revenge. I doubted I'd have the courage, or even the desire to do it, but if I did, I was fairly sure Bill would enthusiastically oblige. Former lovers can be useful that way.
Cosmo
says it all the time. I didn't know if Bill would still want me, or if he would even be able to seduce me if he did. The things I didn't know could fill a book.
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Tony and I made up easily enough. The best part, as always, was the make-up sex. Tony is a sexual person, and he can always be counted on to drive me to the moon. I'm not sure how many women have enjoyed romps with him in bed. He had quite the reputation in college. Then he met me and fell deeply in love for probably the first time in his life.
Bill was just puppy love as far as I was concerned. Combined with the thrill of high school sex, at the time I thought it might have been more. In contrast, when I met Tony, I knew right away it was the real thing. I planned to have children with him. Indeed, we were now trying to get me pregnant with our first. I want at least two kids; maybe three. We had been trying for two solid years, but so far, no luck even though we fucked all the time.
We had gone to doctors -- both of us. We were both fine. The doctors said to relax and just enjoy making love. Pregnancy will happen. They told us to focus on the sex, not on me getting pregnant. Tony found that easy to do. I didn't. Well, we're different people.
I had told Tony about my sex with Bill, back in the day. A lot of it was classic: in the backseat of his parent's car, in a bedroom at one of Marsha's many parties, at the beach in a spot mostly hidden away. It was the sex at the beach during a field trip to Santa Cruz when Bill and I got careless. That was the only time I ever got pregnant. I lost the fetus shortly afterwards, thank goodness. God looks out for me.
I'm leaving out my times at college. During my college years sex consisted mostly of casual hookups, plenty of one-night stands, some weekend stands, and a few week-long stands. One man merited a month or more, but all my relationships were superficial and doomed to have short shelf lives.
"What about your other high school lovers? Any of them coming to the reunion?" Tony asked, a couple of weeks after we had already had this discussion. Either he had no memory, or he was a bit obsessed about the idea of my being around guys who had laid me ten years earlier. I found his obsession strange, and disturbing. It made me angry.
"Unless you go back to 9th grade when I dated Mark Dixon, you're shit out of luck, I'm afraid. It was Bill all the time."
"Did you fuck Mark?"
"It was 9th grade, Tony. We were fourteen. What's wrong with you?"
"Well, did you fuck Mark?"
"Go to hell."
"Is Mark coming to the reunion, too?"
"Yes, he's listed as coming to it."
"That gives you a back-up plan for some raunchy nostalgia sex," my loving husband said.
"It sounds like you're both perverted and insecure. It's not a good combination. Look, I'm 28 and married." I flashed hubby the huge diamond ring on the ring finger of my left hand. It was next to the gold band he slipped onto my finger at the wedding. He knew them well since he had bought them for me when he proposed. "Nobody is going to hit on me. And yes of course I'll call you each night. Topless on Facetime, like always. Okay?"
I was getting frustrated. We were having the same conversation we had already had.
"Your ride to the airport is here. Have a safe flight, Joanie," my hubby said, smiling.
Tony gave me a strange smile. It looked lascivious. What was he imagining? I had a good guess. I hated, but also loved, his dirty mind.
Friday Night
I was staying for the reunion at the Courtyard Marriott in Emeryville. I had grown up near there. Five years ago, my dad landed a better job, and my parents moved to Seattle. My sister married and lived with her hubby. He gave her two kids and moved her to Kansas, of all places. In terms of family, I was all alone out in California. Most everyone else at the reunion was still local or else stayed with their parents while in town.
The big reunion event was on Saturday, but a small group of us met for dinner on Friday. Bill, Mark, Sean, and Philip were supposed to be there. For the women we had Susie, Marsha, Dorothy, Liz, and me. Mark was Bill's best friend since middle school and those two guys were tight. They could almost complete each other's sentences. Philip was a guy I had always had a crush on, even if I was Bill's one-and- only. Sometimes I would fantasize about Philip even while Bill and I were fucking. Sean had been an amateur photographer in high school, and now he was a professional. He was the official photographer for the reunion. I had seen a few of his photos, and they were all remarkably good.
Dressing for Friday's dinner, I decided to forego a bra underneath my blouse. Bill always loved it when I went braless, and I was looking forward to watching him salivate when he saw me. Bill, however, was missing. Dorothy told me he had a bad case of Covid.
I was disappointed, but our group all had huge smiles on our faces. I couldn't help but notice that Susie still has great teeth. Not Marsha -- as always -- was the queen of the low-cut blouse. Or, as Mark liked to say, Marsha was the queen of cleavage. She hadn't changed. None of my seven friends had brought a spouse.
Of course, I had major pokies without my bra. My boobs were getting their fair share of attention. I loved it but pretended not to notice some of my old male friends checking me out. They wouldn't be able to answer what color my eyes were, but they could give a detailed report on my pokies including their size and how far apart they were. Besides, my eye color changed from one day to the next thanks to colored contact lenses. That night my eyes were green.
The big question in their depraved little minds, I'm sure, was whether or not I'd let them feel up my boobs on the dance floor the next night. In high school, I had let many of them -- especially Philip -- cop a feel or two (or three in Philip's case). But this was ten years later, and now I was married. Totally different. I wasn't sure it was totally different for Marsha, though.
Still, I wouldn't see Bill, not that I had been planning anything like my hubby suspected (and strangely almost seemed to want). I think it's natural to want to see the man with whom you shared a rather intense two years. It doesn't mean you want to fuck him. Anyway, it just wasn't to be.
Rather than mope, I decided to enjoy being with my girlfriends again, plus of course Mark Dixon, my 9th grade sweetheart. Mark especially looked happy to see me, which was confidence-building. The girls and I chatted up a storm. Pictures of kids were passed around, from those of us who had already contributed to propagating the species. Their kids were adorable.
