June 22nd
I am starving for a night out! I have been such a slave to the grind for ages, and as exhausted as that has made me, my soul is screaming for five minutes of fun! Ryan's work has really taken its toll and he's never been more inaccessible; he's too exhausted to even muster up a smile half the time, never mind becoming meaningfully invested in an evening together.
Even less likely to occur, is the night of deep, hard, uninhibited, hedonistic fucking I know I need. I can't blame him; he’s having such a tough time at work, and with the big deadline coming up, he has hardly anything left over for anyone at the end of the day, not just me. I'm willing to wait for things to calm down for him before I start strutting around in nothing but thigh-high stockings.
But I need to do something to blow off some steam, and I have a feeling my high school reunion this weekend is not going to cut it.
June 26th
Well, I went to my twenty-year high school reunion, and I do have to admit, it was much more exciting than I thought it would be. I hadn't seen Vinda since graduation. I wasn’t sure if I would see her at the reunion, but of course I was hoping.
It was probably a good thing we parted ways when we did. She was a very magnetic influence that would have derailed my life trajectory completely had we not. We were getting close in some dangerous ways, but the memories we made were scandalous!
Skinny dipping in the school lap pool and flashing guys from her mom's convertible quickly became child's play. By the end of high school, we had surprised strange boys in dark movie theaters with double blow jobs and fucked valet guys together in the back of that same convertible.
We liked to play a game where we would get a guy alone and rock hard, take turns sitting in his cock, touching each other until he was close. Then we would voraciously trib in front of him, sometimes having synchronized orgasms, until we were both exhausted and he was totally blue. A few times, it got a little scary with a few of those boys and we had to grab our clothes a run out the back of their parents’ houses half-naked once they realized they'd likely be finishing up by themselves.
We were hot and horny and ready to play games with boys' hearts. What we didn't say out loud, though, was that our antics served as an excuse to be open lovers in a time when it was more acceptable to be a slut than a queer.
In the process, I learned some things about myself; I love to fuck women, I love to fuck men, and the more public, anonymous, or legendary the sex, the better. But a life of throwing sexual caution to the wind would not get me through medical school and safely settled with one true love, which I had also learned I wanted for myself.
Seeing her at the high school reunion was surreal; she was too cool for school back then, and if I must be honest, she was way too hot for the reunion now. Holy shit. She was always one of the hottest girls in school, but now?! The hottest woman I've seen with my own eyes in ages.
I wasn't the only one who noticed, as you can imagine. I saw several of the football players grinning and whispering to each other, no doubt reminiscing about their one shot with her back in the day and making jokes about wishing they had their notebooks. Their wives were also impressed in ways that made them consider putting some pressure on their husbands to leave early.
Ryan noticed her too, and though he did his best to temper his response, the slight gasp from his lips was understandable and warranted. "That's your crazy friend that you went skinny dipping with?!" Hehehe. Shhhh! I've been slowly divulging my experience for years, but I've left a few things out.
She still has all the features that drove guys wild back then; Dark twinkling eyes, full lips, beautiful sunkissed skin, a gorgeous smile dripping with sensuality, and long black hair flowing over a statuesque neck. But long gone is the budding beauty with all the potential of a future centerfold. The centerfold is here and proud.
In with her radiant face walked a gorgeous, smooth yet sculpted body draped in wine-colored satin, with full round breasts and ass, and a cinched waist. Delicately toned muscles in her shoulders and calves flexed subtly as she laughed and gracefully teetered in her heels.
When I first saw her, I thought "She had to have just shown up to show off. She is leagues above this gang!" When we locked eyes, she headed straight for me and exclaimed her happiness to see me. She said reconnecting with me was the only point of coming to this gathering of silly boys who always just wanted in her pants and jealous girls who hated her for it.
She'd thought of messaging me over the years but was unsure if it was appropriate to interrupt my dream life, having achieved my professional and romantic goals. I didn’t mention that my dream life has been frustratingly less than dreamy. I'd been very tempted to look her up over the years myself, but I resisted for the same reasons she assumed she should.
I could barely contain my excitement at having her here in front of me, smiling, beautiful, missing me like I've missed her. I blurted out "I have been thinking about you for twenty years! I've had literal dreams about finding you again!" The slight raise of her eyebrow signaled she knew what I meant by "thinking" about her, dreaming of her, even if I was trying not to show it.