What are those two looking at? Emma thought to herself as she smiled curtly across the room at Toni and Amy. They neglected to smile back, instead turning to one another and resuming their conversation. Fuck them both, Emma thought as she turned to once again check out Clarke, who was talking to some of the guys that used to be in his class. Emma could not believe it had been 10 years since she had last seen some of these people, most of them didn't seem to have changed in the least.
The reunion had been something she hadn't been particularly looking forward to. There was a reason that she hadn't kept in contact with most of these people since leaving school; that being that she never really liked most of them in the first place. But her husband had persuaded her to come along, get out of the house and such; and she had been tempted at the prospect of seeing Clarke once again. She allowed herself to indulge once more in the memory of the time he had fingered her still virgin pussy, in that hidden corner of the school library, making her cum on the beanbag and telling her how much he had always wanted to fuck her. The only problem then had been that he had been going out with her then best friend, so nothing further had happened. Yet memories of that first sexual encounter often flitted across her mind when she dipped her fingers inside of herself to relieve her sexual frustration.
Clarke caught her stare, making her realise that she had been daydreaming. Flushing she turned to look away and once again caught Toni and Amy staring at her from the other side of the hall. She frowned and took a stroll to the drinks table to get a refill. She had never got along with those two really. Emma had been part of the 'cool' crowd at school; the pretty girls that boys wanted to hang around with, most of whom Emma had long since lost touch with and could only now make the most basic of small talk with. Toni and Amy however, had always been best friends and kept themselves to themselves. Also, the fact that they had both been overweight at school had kept them from being noticed by boys or included by girls. Emma recalled how she used to tease the girls, to their faces and behind their backs, in order to stay 'in' with her friends. Not behaviour she was particularly proud of now, but schools are cruel places, and Emma had always put the blame on fat people on themselves. She herself had managed to remain slim in the 10 years since leaving the school, but she noted with distaste that both Toni and Amy had remained big.
Toni was probably the bigger of the two; she had her blonde hair now cut in a stylish bob and was probably around a size 16. Amy had long, wavy brown hair, was shorter and could possibly squeeze into a size 14. Both had gargantuan breasts and neither was afraid to emphasize that fact, judging by the low fitting tops they wore to their reunion.
The school hall itself was the location of the reunion; this too was pretty much as Emma remembered it. She made small talk with a few of the people that she used to hang around with, realising more and more that she had very little to say to any of these people. For the next hour or so she hung by the free bar, watching the clock and considering when she should sneak out and forget about the whole pointless experience.
'That bad eh?' Emma jumped when she heard the voice beside her. She instantly flushed as she realised that Clarke was standing next to her. 'Sorry Emma,' he spoke, 'I didn't mean to scare you.'
'Sorry Clarke,' Emma spoke, regaining her wits, 'I was miles away.'
'Tell me about it, I keep checking the clock too. I knew this reunion was going to be shit.'
'The only reason I came was because my husband insisted,' Emma said, cursing herself for reasons unknown that she had revealed that she was married.
'Hey, snap!' Clarke replied, 'it was my wife that pushed me into coming along too!' A brief and awkward silence followed, where neither really knew what to say to each other after all these years. 'Hey,' Clarke said, breaking the silence, 'do you want a drink?'
Emma agreed and, under the watchful eyes of Toni and Amy, the two made their way to the corner of the hall with their drinks where they chatted freely and caught up on each other's news.
Inevitably, it wasn't long before both had drunk a few free drinks and were feeling looser tongued; talk became more and more flirtatious in nature. Emma hinted to Clarke about their experience in the library and Clarke hinted right back at her to let her know that he recalled it too.
'Can you remember what you said to me that day?' Emma asked, raising her eyebrow suggestively to Clarke. He gave a long, lingering look up and down her slim, toned body, still as sexy and appealing as it had been 10 years ago.
'Of course I can.' He replied, downing what was left of his drink, 'and I still feel the same now.' Emma felt the tingling sensation in her clit and longed for Clarke to slide his cock deep inside of her pussy. She knew it was wrong, both she and Clarke were married, fairly content in their own lives, but still; the naughty part of her was screaming out to finish what she and he had started all those years ago. Clarke clearly felt the same way. 'Funny how this building's exactly the same as it used to be,' he spoke now with a slight tremor in his voice, clearly as nervous and tense as her. 'I wonder if the old library has changed much.' He looked her in the eyes, those deep blue eyes that he thought about regularly when he masturbated; longing to grab handfuls of her mousey brown hair and fuck her pretty little face. 'Should we go and have a tour? See if we can sneak away from the crowd?'
Unable to speak, Emma nodded her assent and followed Clarke across the hall, trying to be as casual as possible so as not to draw stares. As she slipped out of the hall behind him, she didn't see Toni or Amy watching her every move.
Heart thumping in her chest, she followed the familiar route through the school to where the library was; knowing that the only thing that could stop her from committing infidelity now was a locked door. Part of her hoped that the library door would be locked when they arrived, but a bigger part was aching for the way to be clear. Clarke quite clearly felt the same too, she could tell by the look on his face when they reached the library and he turned to look at her before trying the handle. 'Here goes' he whispered as he twisted the knob on the door. Emma thought her heart would explode it was beating that fast as she watched him encounter no resistance whatsoever when her turned the handle and pushed the door open. A surge of tingles ran down her spine as she crossed the threshold and followed him into the library.
They walked, silently to the corner where it had all happened previously. Unsurprisingly the beanbag from their previous encounter was no longer in the corner; instead there was a plush looking, new sofa, with big, comfortable looking seats. When they reached the corner Clarke turned to face her and they stood, inches away from each other, both knowing what they wanted, but neither able to take the next step.
Emma giggled, nervously and shyly, just like she had done all of those years ago when she found herself alone with Clarke before; the library deserted on that day as it was now. This giggle snapped Clarke to action. He stepped forward and leant in; kissing the woman that had been the object of his wank fantasies for years hard on the lips. She reciprocated in kind, a deep, animal lust washing over her as she met his tongue with hers and they wrestled with passion as she felt heat radiating from between her legs and felt the growing bulge of Clarke's cock pressing against her stomach. All thoughts of her husband were pushed aside as she felt Clarke's hands roaming up and down her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
The kiss broke, but only briefly to allow Clarke to lift his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Emma fumbled with her own blouse, her buttons shakily working the buttons. Resuming their kiss she managed to finally shrug it from her shoulders and discard it. Instantly she felt fingers on her bra strap and before she knew it his expert hands hand unclasped her bra and slid it from her shoulders. She allowed it to fall to the floor and returned to Clarke, pressing her naked breasts against his muscular chest.
'I've wanted to fuck you for years' Clarke whispered between kisses. 'Every time I wank I think about the time we fooled around in here,' Emma's underwear was sopping wet with her juices by this point, so much so that she thought she might climax through just kissing. She said nothing in response to his words, but grunted with animal lust as his hands groped her small, perky tits, squeezing her hard nipples as he rubbed his cock against her stomach.
So lost they were in their own fun that neither heard the library door open and then quietly click shut. Neither heard the footsteps creeping through the library, prowling and searching.
Emma felt Clarke fumbling between his legs, working his belt and zipper. She gasped as he slid his jeans and boxers down and pressed his smooth, hard cock back up against her stomach, its warmth sending ripples of pleasure through to her core. She wanted desperately to take him in her mouth, to run her tongue around his purple head, to feel him slide to the back of her throat, to taste his salty precum. She broke the kiss in preparation for this, and would have instantly dropped to her knees had she not been wrapped in a powerful embrace from behind at this point.
Simultaneously Emma saw someone she instantly recognised as Toni come charging like a bull from behind a bookshelf and ram Clarke hard onto to sofa, jumping onto him and pinning him down with her bulk.
