The Reunion Ch. 01

Michelle looked in the mirror and sighed. "Why are you bothering to try?" she muttered under her breath as she took in her reflection. She ran her hands down her stomach, smoothing her dress, a light, sleeveless number, black with cream colored flowers. She turned sideways to look at her ass, then brought her hands back up to cup her breasts and gave them a little nudge to adjust them. Laughing at herself, she was thinking that she liked the way the bustier smoothed her stomach and gave her nice cleavage, but the only person likely to enjoy the sight was her one year old daughter who had recently stopped nursing. Just in case someone else became excited by it, she had trimmed and put on matching panties. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to enjoy the silky feel of her panties against her skin.

Recently divorced, she wasn't sure if she was ready to start dating, but part of her was desperate to feel wanted... feel attractive. She had rarely felt attractive in her 28 years on this earth, especially the last 6 months of her failed marriage, but she was hopeful. She had always been overweight to some degree. Like most heavy women, her weight had gone up and down over the years; currently she was down (thanks to a year of breastfeeding!) but still plus-sized. Fortunately, she was tall so carried it fairly well. Growing up overweight had left her with some self-esteem issues, though she was certainly much more outgoing than she had been while in school. Still, she had been reluctant to attend her high school reunion.

Memories of school dances flooded her nervous brain. Standing there watching her friends slow-dancing with boys, never being asked herself. She had been friendly with guys in classes, they always seemed to enjoy her sense of humor, but there was never any interest beyond that. And then, there was her senior year, when she developed a really close male friendship for the first time in her life. Of course, she fell head over heels for Eric, but he didn't return her feelings. When he told her that he loved her, but was not attracted to her, she was devastated.

She doubted that he would be at the reunion because he had hated high school more than she had. Michelle wasn't even sure why she herself was going. Seemed to her, people attended reunions to see who still lived at home, who had kids, who got fat. Wasn't that what Facebook was for? If she hadn't gotten divorced, she would never have considered going. This small, hopeful part of her brain hoped she would get to talking to an old classmate and maybe there would be some connection... then the girl who stopped attending dances after several years of disappointment asked, why will this time be any different?

"Because I have on nice lingerie," she smiled at her reflection. She felt sexy.

***

She was surprised that the reunion was actually taking place in her high school. It was kind of neat walking up to those doors she had last entered 10 years earlier, and walking the same halls. A flashback made her pause: rushing out of her 9th period class and racing down the stairs every day so she could "run into" Eric as he left his last class. She smiled and shook her head. Very un-surprised to see Carrie and Brianna handing out the name tags outside the gym. They had been the typical over-achieving hair-always-perfect popular girls in high school, so of course they were very involved in organizing the reunion. Naturally, Michelle hadn't done shit. Returning their fake smiles, she accepted her name tag and pretended she was happy to see them. Good god, what was she doing here?

Fortunately, her plan of arriving about a half hour late had worked. There were enough people milling around that she almost immediately spied several old friends she wouldn't mind catching up with. The name tags seemed silly, to her. Everyone looked a lot like they did in high school, plus or minus a few pounds. Almost an hour had gone by pretty effortlessly, chatting with several people about high school memories, current jobs, kids. As the live music started, it became a little loud for conversation, and some couples made their way to the dance floor. Suddenly alone, she made her way to the refreshment table for a drink. As she started to turn back to the dance floor, she jumped, almost spilling her drink down her dress.

The person who had startled her leaned forward so she could hear him say, "I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to sneak up on you!"

Recognizing him, a smile spread across her lips. "John!"

"You remember me?"

"Don't you remember me?"

He shrugged, then grinned when she playfully punched him in the arm. Last half of senior year, they had a class together, and after a few weeks, they always ended up sitting next to each other in the back of the class. She couldn't remember if he sat near her, or she chose to sit near him, but they would joke and tease each other every chance they got. She was always making John laugh. After a while, she got it in her head that he seemed to like her, secretly hoping he would ask her out, but it never happened. She didn't have her first date until college.

He was several inches taller than her, and slightly husky, which was exactly her type. Though she loved being a tall woman, she liked to be with a guy that could make her feel "small." He had short, dark hair, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with his easy smile. As he leaned in close to speak into her ear, she inhaled and was immediately turned on by his cologne. Her ex had never worn cologne, but she had always loved being around guys who did (not excessive amounts, of course).

As his nose came close to her hair, he took the opportunity to breathe her in. The scent of her, and her shampoo, made him forget what he had been about to say. "Do you want to step into the hall where we can hear each other better?"

Though she was throroughly enjoying the excuse to be so close, she nodded. As his fingers brushed her elbow to turn her around and he lightly placed his large, strong hand at the small of her back to guide her out the door, she felt embarrassed that his slight touch thrilled her so. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. She felt so silly, and tried to silently talk herself down. She didn't want to expect too much and be disappointed, but her brain wouldn't stop flashing images of the two of them tearing off each others' clothes and screwing like animals. All of this from a few exchanged words and a hand on her back.

As the door closed behind them, it muffled the music and she felt a little like her ears were ringing. "I hope we aren't screaming when we think we're speaking quietly. It got really loud in there!"

He chuckled. "Want to take a little walk?" The hall was empty because everyone was in the gym enjoyng the local band.

She responded by starting down the hall, and he followed. He was thankful for the dim light. He had managed to look down the top of her dress when he was leading her to the door, and he hoped his arousal wasn't glaringly obvious.

Michelle stopped at a classroom door, looking through the window at the rows of desks and the large windows on the opposite wall that overlooked the football field. "I wonder if we're allowed to be out here," she murmured absently.

He reached past her to try the door handle and it turned easily. Glancing back the way they had come, he opened the door and they stepped inside.

"You'd think that would have been locked."

"It's weird to be back in a classroom. These desks look so friggin' small," he said, looking down at the wooden desks and plastic chairs.

"Weird to think we sat for so many hours in them every day." She paused. "Sociology was one of my favorite classes."

He turned to face her, and she stepped past him to look out the windows. "This is so stupid, but I had such a crush on you." It came out of her in a rush, before she realized it was coming.

Suddenly, his voice was right behind her. "That's not stupid. I should have asked you out."

"You're just being nice."

She felt his hands at her waist, forcing her to turn to him, but she avoided his eyes. Staring at his chest, she counted the buttons on his striped shirt, down to where it was tucked into his slacks. The room was only lit by the glow of moonlight, but it looked to her like he was getting excited. She felt her face grow hot, and lifted her gaze to look at his face. He watched her chest rise and fall more rapidly, and his pants were becoming more uncomfortable as he realized that they were of a like mind.

Their eyes met, his hands slid down her back, grabbed her ass, and pulled her roughly into him so she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. "Does this feel like I'm just being nice?"

She felt an intense tingling deep inside, spreading from her abdomen down her thighs, and everywhere in between. She was aware of her nipples tightening, rubbing against the fabric of her bustier. It had been so long since she had felt such desire - felt desired - that she was speechless. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She buried her face in his neck, trying to get lost in the smell of him, his warmth, trying to burn it into her mind. She could hear him inhaling deeply, pressing his face into her hair. Felt his fingers tangle in her hair for a wonderful moment, then caress her neck, shoulders, and find the zipper at her back.

Michelle stepped back just enough for him to be able to slide the straps from her shoulders and pull the dress past her breasts, let it fall to the floor. He took a moment to take in her lingerie, then swallowed thickly. "That is so... hot," he breathed, letting his eyes meet hers. No one had ever called her that before, and it felt amazing. She brought her arms up and caressed the back of his neck with her hands, scratched his scalp lightly with her nails, and their lips met for a first kiss. It began sweetly but quickly turned more passionate. Their hands were exploring urgently.

She fumbled with his shirt buttons, which seemed too large to get through the buttonholes. Becoming frustrated, she broke the kiss and cursed. "Why are these not cooperating?" He laughed and quickly undid the shirt while she moved down to the fly of his pants.

"There," he panted when his shirt was undone, and she placed her hands on his chest, running her fingers over his chest hair and pausing to caress his nipples. He groaned and bent to kiss the mounds of her breasts that the bustier presented so beautifully. She let her head fall back as she enjoyed the feel of his mouth on her skin, and planted a trail of kisses up her neck. Her breath caught, and she sighed a soft moan.

"You like that?" he asked softly. She nodded, weakly murmured "Mmhmm," and he kissed more hungrily, sending chills through her body as he nibbled under her left ear. While he worked his way back down to her heaving breasts, she regained control of her body and her hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers, her fingers finding the silky skin of his hard cock. She felt him shudder as she wrapped her hand around him and gave a gentle tug.

"I wonder if anyone has ever been fucked on this desk?" she mused, looking behind him at the teacher's desk. Not removing his mouth from her left breast, he turned them so her butt was pressing against the edge of the table.

"I don't know, but you're about to be."

To be continued...