Toya swallowed hard and shook off the nervous feeling she had as she pulled her Jaguar to the curb of Yorkshire Hotel. The driver's side was approached by a young valet driver. He opened Toya's door and reached for her hand. She took it and she was pulled out of the coupe convertible. The driver handed her a ticket and she walked inside the hotel into the grand ballroom. There were about five dozen people crowded into the large room that was decorated in silver, red and black. Today was the ten year reunion of her high school graduation and Toya was less than eager to see the bastards that had teased her relentlessly those horrid four years she attended Crestview High. She smoothed her hand over the black and red dress that fit her like a glove. She flipped her hair over her bare bronzed shoulder and looked around at the faces in the crowd. Half the people she recognized immediately while she noticed that many of her classmates, like herself, had changed drastically over the years.
Case in point, Peter Hughes, stood out like a sore thumb. The once cocky star quarterback was now a sloppy mess. His protruding beer belly was threatening to pop out of his cheap dress shirt and his silky black hair that she remembered was now thinning and she could already see hints of gray creeping in. Then there was Jennifer Norman. She was the class valedictorian and a grade A class geek but today she was far from that. She had since dyed her dark brown hair jet black and she was wearing a light blue studded dress that matched her eyes.
Up until Toya had graced the room with her presence Jennifer had gotten majority of the male attention. She was half pleased and half pissed at the new competition but was only mad that this honey toned beauty wasn't giving her suitors the time of day causing the men to come flocking back to her.
Toya had immediately turned down four offers to dance from men who, back in the day, wouldn't be caught dead in public with her. It wasn't that Toya was ugly in her teenage years, she just wasn't developed like Gina, the captain of the cheerleading squad or like Samantha, the class slut. She basically was an attractive stick who never had a date from age 14 to 18.
Now at age 28 she was every man's fantasy, or so she liked to think herself as. She had a body to die for and judging by the stares she was given by the men and women she looked damn good tonight.
Walking over to the bar she ordered a double shot of tequila to calm her nerves. She was hoping her crush, Ben Fuller, wouldn't show up and she was praying he didn't look as good now as he did ten years ago. "Hey Bennie! Remember me?!" She heard Peter yell slurring his words a bit. Damn, the party hadn't really started and he was getting shitfaced already, she giggled to herself and turned in his direction. There he was, Benjamin James Fuller. Voted best looking senior unanimously and for good reason. The boy obviously hit the lottery when it came to the gene pool. Even today he looked as yummy as he did back then. The only difference was a slightly bigger build, his angelic blonde hair was now a deep chestnut brown that reached his chin and he was sporting a stubble Toya just wanted to run her tongue over.
He was chatting with his old football buddies and smiling brightly. He felt someone staring at him he turned to the bar. Standing there staring right at him was the most stunning woman he had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. The men caught his new facial feature and turned in the direction of his glance.
"We've been trying to rack our brains trying to figure out who the hell this babe is." Hank Reid laughed.
"Yeah, if she went to school with us I want to go back and kick my 18 year old self's ass for not hooking up with her then." Peter chided in.
The men laughed and Ben kept his stare on this mysterious beauty. Who was she? "Hello boys." Ben was taken out of his trance when Samantha approached the group. Word had travelled that she had started stripping after graduation and had a couple kids over the years. "It's so good to see all of you." she smiled and gave Ben and Hank a quick hug. Ben had hooked up with Samantha more than a few times but and it seemed, by the ear length smile she wore as she stared at him, that she was still interested in him.
"Hey Sam, do you know who she is?" Peter broke the silence and pointed to Toya. Samantha looked in that direction and her mouth dropped wide open.
"Oh my God! It can't be!" she exclaimed. "Excuse me boys." Samantha briskly walked over to the bar and stopped in front of Toya. "LaToya Daniels!" she grinned and Toya fakely smiled at the bitch.
"Hello Samantha."
"Well, I'm glad you made it! You look fantastic!"
"Thank you. I just wish I could return the complement." Toya smirked as she rolled her eyes over the trashy pink dress Samantha wore that was too short and two sizes too small.
"Still bitter huh? Sweetie it was over ten years ago and looking at you now no one will even recognize you." Samantha ordered a drink and downed it quickly. "We're older now and I know I was a complete bitch in high school but I'm a completely different person. Enjoy the party OK." Samantha walked away and Toya rolled her eyes.
Yeah she was a different person, instead of being a low down dirty bitch she was now a sneaky slithering snake in the bush. Toya ordered another double shot of tequila and consumed just as quick as the bartender placed it on the counter. She watched Samantha switch her flat ass over to Ben and his group and Hell couldn't contain the flames she wanted to spit at this broad.
"So, who was she?" Hank and Peter asked in unison.
"Oh, I thought it was someone else." she lied and asked Ben for a dance. He reluctantly agreed and she pulled him onto the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. As their bodies moved to the slow beat of the love song Ben's eyes wondered back to Toya's. The intensity between them could be cut with a knife and Toya quickly broke the stare and ran to the bathroom.
Seeing Ben and how sexy he still was had caused Toya's pussy to dampen. She had refused to wear panties since her dress was so tight around her gigantic ass and her juices were trailing down her legs. She grabbed a handful of napkins and slipped into a stall and cleaned herself up.
When she was satisfied she had erased all traces of her arousal she stepped out of the bathroom and ran into a hard body causing her victim to spill his drink. She jumped back to prevent the liquid to stain her dress. She then looked up and nearly wanted to crawl back into the bathroom. In front of her was Wesley Chaplan, her senior English teacher. Aside from Ben she also harbored a small crush on Mr. Chaplan but knew nothing would come of it. "Mr. Chaplan?" she said astonished. He fit in well with the class never giving her the impression he was 35.
"Jesus, LaToya. You can call me Wes." he smiled. Toya blushed that he recognized her and that he looked dashingly charming in his light grey suit.
"I didn't think anyone would recognize me." she said and let her head drop to her feet. Wes tipped it back up and she stared in his captivating grey eyes. Dark rimmed glasses now framed his face and he had also chosen a darker route for a choice of hair color.
"Well, it did take me a minute to realize it was you but one never forgets a student with as much potential as you had LaToya."
She felt a tingling sensation as her name left his pink lips. "Please call me Toya." she said feeling her face freeze in a permanent smile.
"OK. So, Toya what have you been up to these last ten years?"
"Went to college upstate and graduated with honors in English." Wes smiled brightly at that. "For the past five years I've been working for a, um.." she cleared her throat. "For a magazine and last year I was promoted to editor."
"That's excellent! I'm glad you're life is going so well. Now..." Wes took her arm and pulled her further into the room. "Point out which one of these lucky men has the pleasure of calling you his wife."
Toya's eyes bugged and she laughed hysterically. "No, I'm not married." She held up her left showing an empty ring finger. "How has your life been?" she changed the subject as he led her to the bar to get another drink to replace the one she spilt.
"Outstanding. I quit teaching about a year after you graduated to travel around the world writing correspondence for different newspapers. I've been to Africa, South America and a few countries in southeast Asia."
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Much more exciting than my little boring life I'll bet." Each took a sip of their drink and Toya noticed a slight twinkle in his Wes's eyes. "So why'd you decide to come to this reunion?"
"Well, the senior class of 1998 was my first teaching job and there were a lot of characters." He pointed to the dance floor where Peter was breaking into a re-invention of the Running Man. Toya couldn't help but laugh.
The two spent the next hour chatting until Ben came up the bar, ordered a drink and overheard Wes say Toya's name. It then registered to him who she was. "LaToya Daniels?" he said Toya turned to him and her smile faded. "Damn, girl. Ten years has done you some good!" he exclaimed and pulled her off her chair and hugged her a little tighter than she thought he would.
Ben beamed when he released her and kept her hands in his. "I never thought I would see you again." He spoke as if they were long lost lovers. "Can we go somewhere and talk more privately?" he asked eyeing Wes who was hanging onto his every word and staring at Toya the same way he been staring at her all night.
Toya's heart was beating ten million beats a minute as she nodded at Ben's request. She turned to Wes. "It was great catching up with you, Wes."
Wes stood and grabbed her for a gentle hug. "It was great seeing you." He retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to her. "Please let's keep in touch."
Toya smiled slyly. "What will your wife think seeing another woman's name in your phone?"
Wes returned her smile and held up his left hand showing her it held no rings. She punched in her number and handed his phone back.
Toya allowed Ben to pull her outside the hotel. He faced her and his eyes darted across her body. "Damn." he breathed lustfully.
"What did you want to talk about?" Toya asked trying her hardest not to drag him behind the building, rip off his clothes and satisfy her need.
"Do you remember our senior year?" he lamely asked; of course she remembered otherwise she wouldn't be at the ten year reunion. But she knew what he was hinting at and her cheeks flustered. "Do you still feel the same way even after all these years?" he asked softly and Toya stared at him confused. Ben grabbed her hands and exhaled. "LaToya..."
"Please call me Toya." she interrupted.
"Toya, when Samantha played that tape at prom I must admit I was shocked but I was flattered too."
The tape Ben was referring to was the most horrifying moment of her young life. It was two weeks before prom and Mr. Chaplan had paired Ben and Toya for an end of the year English project. They had met after school to work on their paper. For the first time they had talked and her fondness for him increased to a maximum point of no return.
