When I received the invitation, it arrived at an opportune time. My girlfriend and I were wondering where we could go to get away for a few days. The invitation was to a family reunion to celebrate the sixtieth anniversary of Vicki's parent's wedding day. It was being held at the Marriott in Atlanta, so I made reservations there for my girlfriend and me.
At the reception, there were many relatives whom I had not seen in fifteen years or more. Thankfully, everyone wore name tags and that helped to identify who was related to whom. I was standing at the bar, waiting for drinks that I ordered for Rachel and me.
Suddenly, someone put her lips close to my ear and asked, "Hey, stranger, would you like me to sit on your face?"
I turned and recognized Vicki, who had grown up in a very nice way. She sat on the stool next to me. Her hair was short, much shorter than when I last saw her. She had and needed little makeup. She wore a silk blouse that allowed a good image of her nipples underneath, and the blouse had a low neck which advertised luscious cleavage. Her short skirt slid up to reveal her thighs. She always did have nice legs.
"Hello, Vicki. I'm fine and thanks for asking," I said with a hint of sarcasm.
She smiled that beautiful smile and asked, "But you DO remember how I used to sit on your face, right? I mean, you really loved it."
"How could I forget? You never forget your first. How have you been?"
"I am living the dream, with a good job that I love and that allows me to go where I want. Met a guy, fell in love, had a kid, he cheated on me, so I divorced him and he and took custody of the kid. But since we've run into each other, I'd love to get together with you and maybe relive some old times?"
"Thanks, but I'm dating a wonderful girl. As a matter of fact, she is sitting at the table talking to your parents now."
Vicki looked over at the host table. "Oh, you mean the girl in the blue dress and auburn hair?"
"That's Rachel, my girlfriend."
Vicki smiled. "She's hot, Will. Does she sit on your face for you?"