I was in an awkward place in my life, having just finished my second year of my degree course and having split up with my girlfriend of 3 months a few weeks ago, so I was not too excited about attending a school reunion my ever overenthusiastic head had planned. Nevertheless despite never being keen on such events, I decided to go, as I was always quite curious about how my fellow classmates had changed.
I took the bus with one of my good mates from school, who I had kept in contact with whenever I was back in town, as the bus rolled on we chatted about what we thought we'd see.
"Personally, I think any change would be an improvement." My mate Mark said. I laughed in reply.
"Yes, the girls at uni have made me forget how much of a wasteland our school was."
"Then again, seeing as the only two good looking girls were sluts, and now they've been at university for two years I can hardly see how they could have got any less slutty."
"Ah this is true, and the rest of them, well they'd have had to have undergone massive plastic surgery to be any good." Mark laughed at this.
"We are a bit harsh I think, but still, I wonder if anyone has got hotter, we're certainly in better shape than we used to be."
This was true, in school, Mark and I had been quite skinny, which hadn't helped our confidence immensely. However, with the time we'd had at uni we'd actually got ourselves into quite good shape, and were fairly toned.
"Hey Mark, why are you thinking about it anyway, you've got Steph now, you lucky bastard."
"Yeah, oops, we'll I guess it's just you then." Mark had been with Steph for 6 months now, and to put it frankly they were madly in love, at least from my perspective.
We finally arrived at the pub where it was being held and met our old head at the entrance.
"John, Mark, great to see you boys. I must grab a drink with you later and catch up" We walked on past him and muttered to each other.
"We'll be long gone before that." Mark then walked off to catch up with some guys while I walked up to the bar. I sat down on one of the stools and ordered a pint. While I was waiting I looked around to see if anyone stood out, funnily enough I could recognise most of the people as very similar to the school days. I then turned back to my pint, and after taking a couple of sips I began to stand up when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, I turned around to see a shocking sight. In front of me stood someone I was sure I had never seen before. I stared at her to try and determine who it was; but from looking at her 5'7 amazingly hot body, with a silk shirt clinging to it, slim, pale skinned, with what I guess to be about 34C breasts, to her long ravishing red hair that fell beautifully over her shoulders and neckline and down to her luscious legs covered by pale black tights; I could not work out who it was. I sat there puzzled, and her face was also painted with an expression of confusion. Then she spoke.
"John?" Her voice was so calming that I felt I could have fallen asleep right there.
"Yes, and you are?" I asked.
"Stacy?" She said looking kind of annoyed at having to explain who she was.
"Oh of course." I said, still not really believing it. "Sorry you just look really different"
Considering how she used to look it was hardly surprising that I had not noticed her. Back in school Stacy was a slightly spotty, very pale and quite chubby girl, she rarely wore anything remotely exciting, and was at times quite annoying. I had always suspected she had a crush on me as she sometimes used to touch me and make it seem like an accident or once or twice she'd brushed her ass up against my hand. Which is why, how she looked right now was so unbelievable.
"Yes, good different or what?" She asked tentatively.
"Good different" I replied rather eagerly. She giggled in reply, that had been one of the cute things about her back in school, her giggle had always made me smile.
"I'm glad, so how've you been."
We chatted for about 15 minutes or so about where our lives had gone since the end of school, all the while I could not stop thinking about how amazingly sexy she looked, and I wondered how many boys had got to sleep with her. Afterwards we exchanged numbers and went our separate ways to meet people and catch up. However, no matter who I saw, nothing could keep my mind off how sexy Stacy looked.
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It was about a week later, and I was just about beginning to get over the mental image of Stacy, when my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was Stacy, we hadn't spoken since that night and I wondered what she might want, a little part of me was very excited about it.
