Special thanks to Imthediva2005 for her editorial assistance.
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A short while ago, I attended my 40th high school reunion. I saw many of the people that I had grown up with, hung around with, and a couple that I had dated. One of those was Jane. She was on the reunion committee and by some chance, my wife and I were seated at her table. She appeared a little chunkier than I remembered, but still sported a short pixie style hairdo, albeit gray rather than black.
We caught up on what had happened to us since graduation, and went out on the dance floor. As we moved across the floor she whispered in my ear, "I remember dancing with you like this forty years ago."
"So do I!" I replied.
"And if you weren't attached, I'd take you back there!" she said with a wink.
It was the winter of my senior year in high school, December 1965. Fall semester was almost over and the winter formal was just four weeks away. One of my buddies had been dating Jane for about a month or so, had a fight with her, and they broke up. I wasn't seeing anyone steady, and after securing his approval, I asked her to the dance, fully expecting to be turned down. It wasn't that I didn't think she liked me, but, even though I had gone on a couple of double dates with her and her best friend Debbie, I just didn't have a lot of self confidence.
To my surprise, she said yes! I just couldn't believe my luck! Here I was, a tall, skinny, as yet unmotivated but, admittedly a really nice guy, going to winter formal with this petite brunette, who looked wholesomely hot in a two piece bathing suit.
As co-captain of the Cross-Country team, I was fairly well recognized by the students and when word got out that this hot chick was going out with me I got a lot of teasing. Things on the order of when was I going to score, to which I answered, we were just friends and that nothing more was about to happen.
I was what my mother referred to as 'a late bloomer', adult talk for someone socially and academically inexperienced. I was unbelievably naive! When I got a phone call from Jane asking if I would like to take her to a movie, I was ecstatic! I picked her up at 7, met her parents and was given instructions to have her home no later than 11.
Off we went to the movies. "So, what do you want to see?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't care." she replied, snuggling up to me in the car. Putting my arm around her, we made small talk until we got to the theater and went inside. After buying a bucket of popcorn, we stood in the back, letting our eyes adjust to the dark, I asked where she wanted to sit. "In the back. In the corner." she said. Hiding my disappointment at not sitting in the front row, we slid into the corner seats.
The movie started and I slid my arm around her again, holding her close, my hand reaching her bicep. After a few minutes, she unbuttoned her cardigan and took my hand, putting it under the wool fabric. I cupped my hand around her small but full breast, uncomfortably aware of the tent forming in my chino's. Jane was also aware of my condition, taking advantage of it . Reaching for the popcorn, she extended her fingers and grabbed the head of my pants covered cock. I flinched with surprise. "Oops!" she said, looking up and smiling as she did so. Enjoying the teasing, and not quite sure what to make of it, I played along, asking her if she would like me to feed her, so she wouldn't make that mistake again. "Sure" she said, still sweetly smiling, "But it was no mistake." As she whispered that to me she gave my swollen manhood a good squeeze. I picked up a piece of popcorn to give her, placing it on her lips. She opened her mouth as if to eat it and it dropped past her chin, falling into her cleavage. I blushed! She said, "Well, don't just sit there! Go get it."
Tentatively, I fished my hand down her blouse, between her young, but full breasts, finally grasping the kernel, and re-feeding her. We spent the better part of the movie, alternately watching it and playing around, doing a lot of light petting.
Afterward, on the way back to her house, she suggested we go parking.
"Where?" I asked.
"Lets go up to Sleepy Hollow Road!"
My mind was instantly filled with anticipation and dread! She wants to make out with me! I have an idea what to do, but I've never done it! When she finds out, she'll think I'm such a dork! Part of me wanted to tell her this was not such a good idea, but the head in my pants told me to go for it.
Leaving the car running, with the heater blasting full tilt I leaned over to kiss her. Our lips met. Then I felt her tongue trying to worm its way into my mouth. I felt her tongue ripple across my teeth and I opened my mouth. My nuts were aching at this point, and my dick twitched with the new sensations I was feeling. Our tongues met. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, mimicking what she had done to me. Immediately, she began sucking voraciously on my tongue. Pulling me down on top of her, she managed to insinuate one of her legs between mine. I could feel the heat from her crotch as, I'm sure she could feel the heat from mine.
Breaking the kiss as she pushed off the car seat, she whispered, "Unclasp my bra." After several seconds of fumbling, I finally succeeded. I slid my hand from her bare back, around to her side, feeling the slight swell of her breast. Continuing forward, I cupped the warm bare flesh of her tit. All the while, she continued rubbing her leg against my painfully rigid cock. My hand seemed to fit perfectly under the soft silky mound of flesh. I was soooo horny! I went to unbutton her blouse, so I could see this woman-child's heavenly body.
