The last time I'd seen Rachel it had been messy!
Not in a relationship sense, but in a 'needing a tissue' sense!
Twenty years later, she hadn't changed a bit. Well, just a slightly fuller figure, but just as sexy.
I was at a school reunion back in the town where I used to live. In the intervening years, I'd married, divorced, and had three different jobs in the public sector.
When our eyes met across the hotel bar, there was that moment of recognition, when, for a split second, a whole kaleidoscope of memories flash across your mind.
She beamed with delight, and within moments had rushed to throw her arms around my neck.
"Good god, you haven't changed a bit, well perhaps a bit thinner on top!"
I held her at arm's length, but took in everything about her, her blue eyes, her full breasts, her slim waist, her exotic perfume.
"Bloody cheek, you haven't changed either, still got big tits!"
She smiled again and stood back. "Cheeky."
For a brief second, I wondered if she recalled that last meeting twenty years before.
On the back seat of a minibus, taking us home late at night from the school prom.
We weren't an item, but somehow that evening, we'd danced, we'd joked, just as old classmates, and then on the minibus home, we'd kissed. Not a passionate kiss, but just a mutually enjoyable kiss.
Both of us had had a few drinks, and although there were others on the minibus, we were the only ones on the rear seats. I guess Rachel felt mischievous, because, under my jacket which was draped across my lap, her hand had found my cock.
I had made some comment about being naughty, but in her usual daredevil way, she had proceeded to squeeze my cock.
Predictably, it rose to the occasion, and I must have tried to remove her hand. I remember her words distinctly, "Stop being a spoilsport."
I gave in, of course, and she carried on just squeezing, and rubbing very gently.
At first, I just began to enjoy it, listening to the banter from the others, and even joining in. They were totally unaware of what was happening behind them.
Rachel was chatting too, and I was unconcerned for quite a while. But then, suddenly, her fingers must have triggered something. I realised that she was going to have to stop, or there would be consequences.
I grabbed her wrist and tried to pull it out from under my jacket, but there was no way Rachel was going to allow that. I fidgeted in my seat, and put my face to her ear.
"For fucks sake, Rachel, if you don't stop I'm going to cum," l whispered in a panic. I was trying to speak quietly, and trying not to attract attention.
All she did was giggle, and grab my wrist with her other hand.
Relentlessly, her fingers continued stroking. I could feel my face flushing, I'd stopped chatting, and was gritting my teeth in the semi-darkness.
I made one more plea, as discreetly as I could, "Rachel! please stop!"
As if to celebrate, Rachel asked out loud, "Has everyone had a good night?"
The whole minibus cheered and whooped in agreement just as I started to cum.
My "Yes," was choked, and the immediate pleasure of orgasm was masked by the intense wet sensation, as though I had 'peed' myself.
Rachel released her grip, and sat back in her seat, well satisfied with her mischief. As if to accentuate her victory, she passed me a tissue.
"Fuck, Rachel, you're such a cow, for god's sake, I need more tissues."
She passed me more, and I remember walking home from the drop-off, trying to hide my wet patch.
I picked up my drink, and in the noise of the bar, my eyes must have glazed over for a brief second.
"Careful, don't spill your drink, you might need a tissue."
Rachel's face told it all, and she enjoyed my embarrassment.
"God, I seem to remember calling you a 'cow,' no change there then." It was my turn to laugh. But then, just as we were enjoying that secret reminiscence, a rather striking redhead joined us.
"Hello, who's this? not the infamous Jimmy?"
I felt myself flush. Whoever this was, Rachel had told her the story.
"It is indeed, the very same. Jimmy, this is Jackie, my partner."
This caught me on the hop, it was totally unexpected. Rachel being gay, or bi, was surprising, and both Rachel and Jackie were enjoying my confusion.
Jackie spoke first, "We've been together for three years now, Jimmy, we were both married, but are really happy as a couple."
Rachel was smiling, and added, "Your face is a picture," then paused, and continued, "Hey, don't worry, we don't hate men."
"Sorry, it's just not something I was expecting, but I'm glad you're both happy, I know what a broken heart feels like!" Both of them gave me a hug, and that showed some empathy.
At that moment, I got a slap on the back.
"Fancy you being here, and with two gorgeous ladies."
It was Gary, an old mate. I'd lost touch with him, but he was also an old friend of Rachel. All four of us soon started talking over old times, and when the buffet opened, we all decided to have our meal together.
Inevitably, the story of the minibus came out. Gary had been on it too and knew nothing of what was going on in the rear seat. There was so much hilarity, "Oh my god, Jimmy, I knew you were a wanker, but that's sooo funny."
Gary and I had always traded insults, but Jackie had a puzzled look on her face until she realised we were joking.
The evening went well, the music soon got going, and the wine flowed. We all seemed to gel-like the old days, even Jackie who wasn't an ex-student, joined in the banter.
It had been a long time since I'd made any moves on a dance floor, but somehow, I found myself taking Rachel there, just like that night at the prom. I felt slightly odd, given the revelation of her and Jackie, and Rachel suspected that. Above the music, she managed to relay to me how much they liked each other. She added that her ex-husband had been a bastard, but was at pains to say that she hadn't gone off men.
I must have frowned.
"Don't worry, I won't wank you off tonight."
Wouldn't you know that just at that moment the music went quiet, and the two couples near to us stared, wondering if they'd heard correctly.
Rachel grasped onto me and laughed uncontrollably. We quickly shuffled off the dance floor.
Getting back to Gary and Jackie, we told them what had just happened. Jackie giggled, and asked Rachel if she could 'borrow me.'
"It depends what for?" she said, "You might need a box of tissues!"
Both girls were sobbing and shaking with laughter, all at my expense.
"Go on take him, I'll look after Gary."
And so I led Jackie to the dance floor. Up close her auburn hair shone, her bare shoulders, and the bridge of her nose had the hint of freckles. The dress that clung so closely to her, suggested breasts that were firm and perfectly formed.
It was now later in the evening, and the music had slowed. Holding Jackie close, I was nervous, and she sensed it straight away. She pulled my head towards her, and whispered, "Just hold me like a woman, I am one you know," and then she added, "I do like men, and Rachel and me have this open relationship."
I'd not had sex for many weeks, and here was a woman hinting that she might be available.
"Rachel's a lucky woman, I think you're stunning. Maybe I shouldn't be saying that, but I don't get too many chances with women these days."
Jackie didn't reply, she just pressed her body closer to me. I could feel her curves, her softness, the movement of her hips. We seemed to be glued to each other for some time until the music stopped, and we had to return to the others.
"Jimmy, you're seducing my partner aren't you, I hope this is not revenge twenty years on?"
I might have felt guilty if I hadn't seen Rachel's smile, or heard Jackie quietly say, "He's mine tonight."
I felt a surge of adrenalin, and Rachel winked at me before saying, "We're gonna leave you guys now, we'll see you at breakfast I guess."
With that, she took Gary's hand and led him towards the lift.
Jackie was still holding mine and looked at me expectantly. I stood up and said quietly, "Shall we go to mine?"
"Yes please, Jimmy, lead on."
In the lift, we kissed for the first time, not a long kiss, as we only travelled up two floors. It so happened that my room was on the same floor as Jackie's, and we were just in time to see Gary and Rachel disappearing into their room at the other end of the corridor.
Once inside my room, Jackie asked to go to the bathroom, which gave me time to breathe. I hadn't been with a woman for ages, and with the wine I'd consumed, I needed to gather my thoughts.
In a flash, those thoughts were mangled and in shreds.
Jackie had exited the bathroom, in just a bra and panties. The light behind her, accentuated her wide hips and slim waist with a halo effect shining through her hair. She slowly approached me with a sway of her hips, and delicately began to unbutton my shirt.