When I got the invitation to my twentieth high school reunion I thought about throwing it in the trash like I had done all of the others. But for some strange reason I didn't this time and I even contemplated going.
One afternoon I decided to call Molly, my best friend since our freshman year of high school to ask if she was going. She said she hadn't missed one yet and she wasn't planning on missing this one. When I told her I was thinking about going this year she said "you should and you can stay with me and Chris."
The three of us had really been good friends in high school and I kind of had a crush on Chris. When him and Molly started dating our junior year I forgot about any chance of me going out with him.
They got married the summer after we graduated and I went off to college the following fall. During my freshman year my dad got a huge promotion at work which meant my parents had to move to Nevada so I never went back to where I had grown up.
Molly and I talked at least two or three times a week and we talked about getting together but I was always too busy with work to go visit. Plus I had also gotten married but we ended up getting a divorce last year.
I told her I would think about it but I wasn't making any promises.
A few weeks before the reunion I decided to go and when I called Molly to tell her I could hear the excitement in her voice. She said "it'll be like old times, the three of us hanging out but now we can drink, it's going to be a blast." I have to admit I was looking forward to it.
I told her I would call her with my flight information after I booked it and she said she would pick me up at the airport.
The next day I told my boss I was going to be taking a few days off to go to my twentieth high school reunion. And I booked a flight for the Wednesday before the reunion.
When I called Molly to give her my information she said she couldn't wait to see me and I told her I felt the same way about seeing her.
When I walked down the corridor towards the lobby of the airport I immediately saw her and she hadn't changed a bit since the last time I saw her almost twenty years ago.
When I got to her I dropped my bag and we hugged and she said "Becky you haven't changed a bit, you're still the most beautiful redhead I have ever seen."
I told her she looked the same herself and we finally broke our embrace and we headed out to the parking lot.
When we got to their house she said Chris would be home in a couple of hours and he couldn't wait to see me.
After I put my things in the guest room and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top I went to join Molly in the kitchen where she had already poured us both a glass of wine.
As we talked I noticed she kept looking down at my chest and I asked her if something was wrong with what I had on. She said "not at all, I just can't believe how sexy you still are Becky, I used to be so jealous of you."
I told her she didn't have anything to be jealous about because she was still pretty damn hot herself and reminded her that she was the one who ended up with Chris, the high school jock.
She then said she knew back then that I had a thing for him and asked me why I never tried to get him to go out with me. I told her because she was my best friend and I would have never done anything like that to her.
By the time Chris got home from work we were on our second bottle of wine and I had a really good buzz and so did Molly. Chris grabbed himself a beer and said he was going to take a shower and he was going to take us out to dinner so we better get ready.
Molly poured us both another glass of wine and I asked her what she was going to wear. She said "Chris likes me to dress sexy so I'm probably going to wear a short skirt and something that shows plenty of cleavage."
She then said "you should wear something sexy to, I'm sure Chris will love going out with two sexy women" and I couldn't believe how nonchalant she was about it.
I had packed a couple of short skirts for the trip and I put one on along with a shirt that showed off my 38 double D's.
When I walked back into the kitchen both of them were already in there and Chris said "damn you two are still just as beautiful and hot as you were in high school."
At the restaurant I noticed Molly kept looking at my breast and I was beginning to wonder if she might be into other women now. I just figured it was my horny imagination getting the better of me because I had not had sex in over six months. But the thought of her being bisexual was intriguing because I had wondered for a long time what it would be like to make love to another woman.
When we got back to the house Molly poured us another glass of wine and Chris said he had to make a phone call and then said "you two behave yourself while I'm gone."
After he went into the other room I asked Molly what he meant by that and she said "there's something I have wanted to talk to you about but I didn't know how to tell you."
I told her I had found that the best way to tell someone something is to just come out and say it and she said "ok here goes nothing."
She downed her glass of wine and looked me in the eyes and said "Becky I am bisexual and I have been for several years now, ever since I saw you at the airport I have wanted to make love to you."
It just about floored me just hearing her say that she was bisexual but when she said she had wanted to make love to me I felt a familiar tingle between my legs that I hadn't felt in a long time.
She went on to say that she had told Chris about wanted to make love to me and that was why he told us to behave ourselves.
When I finally was able to say something I asked "Chris doesn't mind you having sex with other women?" and what she said next surprised me even more.
As she poured herself another glass of wine she said "he loves to see me and another woman make love to each other and he usually joins us when we're finished pleasuring each other and he will make love to both of us."