Paul stood on the sidewalk gazing at the English Department building. It seemed strange to be back here after all these years. He had never attended a college reunion but this year, since he was traveling cross-country for his company, he included it in his itinerary.
A lot has happened in the thirty years since he graduated. He couldn’t believe he was the same person who had run through these grounds, continually late for class. Now? He was always twenty minutes early for everything.
His girlfriend, Tammy, had the habit of waiting until the last second to get ready to go out. It was the one thing about her that infuriated him. They had lived together for eight years and the idea of marriage had never really been discussed. Both of them had come from bad divorces and they started their relationship with a shared pain.
He slowly walked into the building, smiling at the assortment of memories it held for him. He hated English. He loved to read but to have to write copious papers still made him groan. He walked up to the third floor slowly. His one good memory of this building was Professor Gordon’s study room. It was a small room just behind Professor Gordon’s office where he and study partner spent a lot of time working on their final project.
Sandy. Gosh he hadn’t thought of her for a couple of years. She was his college girlfriend. A free spirit and the first girl he’d ever had sex with. She had incredibly long auburn hair that absolutely glowed when the sun caught it. And a nice tight ass. She was taller than most girls, she was five foot nine, and her legs were long and slim. And she was a feminist! She donated all her bras to the Goodwill and though her breasts were about a 34C, she still didn’t jiggle too much. But man, if you saw her when she was excited, or cold, or the front of her shirt was wet? She had the most glorious nipples in the world. Long hard nubs the size of large pencil erasers! And the areola was large, soft and slightly puffy.
His dick twitched as he remembered her. They both lost their virginity in Professor Gordon’s study room. It was quick and short and a bit painful for her. And as a joke, they left her panties hidden far back in a cupboard in the hopes that someone would find them some day and wonder what old Professor Gordon had been doing in there! It was funny at the time. There was a small stain where Sandy’s cherry had bled. She’d pulled her panties and jeans up and then quickly pulled them down again when they started giggling about someone finding evidence of a sexual encounter in the room.
He continued to walk down the corridor until he stood outside the classroom. He wondered if Sandy would be there this weekend? He was staying at the local Holiday Inn and he saw a few familiar faces, as familiar as thirty years could be.
‘Can I help you?’
Paul turned around quickly and found himself staring into the most beautiful green eyes. He smiled quickly and stood aside to let the woman pass.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was having a senior moment.”
“You don’t look like you’re graduating this year.” She replied with a smile. Paul guessed she was about 15 years younger than he was and probably was one of the college staff.
She opened the door with a key and stood looking at him. “Are you here for the reunion?” she asked.
“Yes.” He didn’t want to tell her which one because that would give away his age.
“I thought so! You don’t recognize me do you? I’m so hurt!” she smiled giving lie to the words.
“I’m sorry,” he started. He looked more closely then. And then he realized who she was. It was ironic that he’d just been thinking of her.
“Sandy.” He said.
“Yes, Paul, it’s me! How are you?” She reached up and gave him a quick hug.
He felt her firm breast against his chest. She didn’t seem to notice his quick intake of air as he gasped. His dick jumped again.
“Come in.” she said.
“Are you sure it’s ok?”
“It’s my classroom now Paul, I’m sure it’s ok.” She led him into the room and then through the door at the back to the professor’s office. The door beyond that was the study room.
“You teach English?” he asked. And then he realized how stupid the question was..if it was her office, her classroom, she obviously taught here. Where was his brain? He was a well-traveled successful engineer who controlled millions of dollars of equipment each year!
Sandy sat on the edge of the desk. She wore her auburn hair in a tight bun at the back of her head. Dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, she looked almost the way she did thirty years ago. A few pounds heavier but that only added to her beauty. She smiled at him as she caught him looking at her.
“Come here. I want to show you something.” She reached out and took his hand and led him into the study room. She reached behind one of the books on the lower shelf and pulled out a pair of light blue bikini panties.
“Oh God,” Paul said.
“I found them a year after I was hired. Professor Gordon was replaced by some woman and I replaced her three years ago. I used to teach at Glendale College until I got this job. I’m amazed they were still here!”
Paul took them from her and looked at the flimsy material. There was a small rust colored stain in the crotch. He looked up at Sandy.
“You were my first,” he said. “I never knew at that time that you should have had an orgasm too. I’m sorry I was so stupid.”
“We really were amateurs!”
“I certainly wouldn’t make the same mistakes today as I did then.” Paul stared into Sandy’s eyes. God! What was he doing? He was almost offering to show her how much better he was at sex today than their first time.
“We always seemed to be rushed when we had sex. In the dorm, the car, at the back of Alice’s parents cottage. We seemed to be in such a hurry!” She smiled.
He reached out and touched her face. When she didn’t object, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She tasted familiar yet new. She opened her mouth and their tongues met in frenzy. He was instantly hard. He pressed against her until she was backed up against the study table. He felt her moan in her throat.
He stepped back. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it.”
Sandy smiled and then she put her hand on his chest. “I remember that you were a good kisser but I never remember it being that good!”
“I do a lot of things better now.” He said. “Don’t tempt me to show you.”
“How could I tempt you?” she asked coyly.
“Pull your sweater up and show me your tits.” Paul never expected her to follow through. He had no idea if she was married or single or if she’d turned lesbian!
Sandy pulled her sweater up and over her head. She wore a dark green bra that contrasted with her smooth ivory skin.
Paul reached out and cupped both breasts with his hands.
“They aren’t as pert as they were back then,” she started to apologize. He stopped her by leaning forward quickly and kissing her again. His left hand continued to cup her breast while his right hand went around her to unclasp the bra. It took him no time at all to get the job done.
He stepped back and pulled the bra from her shoulders. Her breasts were not as high and firm as they once had been. But the nipples were now hardened and seemed even larger than he remembered. The areola were still soft and puffy. He bent down and sucked her nipple into this mouth. She groaned and pushed her pelvis into him. He sucked harder, drawing the nipple further into his mouth. It seemed to get bigger, more rubbery the more he sucked.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
He slowly drew his mouth away from her nipple, letting it plop out. He looked at it and saw that it had enlarged to almost twice the size. He bent down and sucked the other one, hungry for the feel of it in his mouth. When he released it, he held onto it for a moment between his teeth, biting it gently.
“Paul,” she said. “Wait.”
“I’m sorry. Really, I didn’t…” he never finished as she moved away from him and locked the door to the study. She then crossed the room and pulled the couch into a sofa bed.
“Handy!” he said as he smiled.
“I’ve never used it.” She said. And as she stood there waiting, he stopped thinking of what their significant others would think. This was like a time capsule. No one would ever know.
