The hum of a finely-tuned engine echoed through the cabin of the car, punctuated by the sporadic thump of the tires crossing the occasional crack in the asphalt. Sounds normally relegated to the background became prominent amidst the awkward silence that hung between me and my wife.

"Okay," I said, exasperated, as I started to pull the car over to the side of the road. "Okay, okay, okay."

The road was dark, completely devoid of streetlamps, but the headlights of our Audi illuminated barren bushes and bramble, a fitting allegory for our dialogue recently.

I turned to look at Danielle. God, she was hard to be mad at. Girl-next-door cuteness, chestnut brown hair, hazel eyes, and a compact figure to die for. Tonight, she was particularly tempting, in a little blue dress, Louboutin heels and a pearl necklace. At just twenty-four years old, she dressed more maturely than most in our generation, but being mature beyond her age had defined her since childhood.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's not that I haven't been listening to you. I've been listening, and I've heard you. It's just that I have such a hard time believing it."

"And why is it so hard to believe, that I wouldn't want to go to my high school reunion?"

"Well, now I feel like you haven't been listening to me," I said through a smile, making sure to temper the atmosphere. "Here's what you've told me about high school: your dad - who I can corroborate is incredibly overbearing - minimized your social interactions. You didn't have a ton of friends, and the few you did have were of the nerdish persuasion. Silver lining is that you committed yourself to your studies, graduated top of your class and left with multiple ivy league schools pleading with you to attend."

"Yeah, exactly. So why would I want to go back? It's not like they were the glory days for me."

"For that exact reason! I mean, if I were you, I'd want to go back and show everyone what you made of yourself. From the bookish, concealed, straight-A student to tech wonderkid with a $300k salary and a banging bod! Wouldn't it be fun to waltz around the room showing everyone what they missed?"

Danielle blushed. "I don't have a banging bod," she said as she tucked some hair behind her ear.

"Well now you've just resorted to lying, and that's not going to work."

She chuckled.

"Look," I said. "We're two twenty-four year olds in a fast car, fancy clothes and expendable income...say the word, and I'll turn this car around and drive us back into the city. You can make a reservation for wherever you want on the way."

"We've already spent an hour and a half driving here. You want to turn around now?"

"Well, honestly, I thought I'd have convinced you by now."

She paused a second, waiting for a car to speed past and the sound to recede.

"OK, fuck it. Let's go to the reunion. But please know that there are some parts of my past I'd kind of prefer to stay there."

As I turned back onto the road, I questioned that.

"I can't imagine what you would feel the need to hide, from me especially," I said. "You're kind, you're smart, you were great at tennis and track. And not to be crude, but I know you were a virgin when we met. It's not like you were the class slut or anything...what could you possibly have to hide?"

"OK, smart Alec, just keep driving. "And if I give you a look at any point tonight, maybe consider changing the topic."

At that, she smiled and started her favorite Spotify playlist through the car speakers. From that point until we reached West Ambler High, neither of us noticed the sound of the road again.

.....

The first thing I noticed when we walked into the massive gymnasium was that we were overdressed. I had dressed sharply in a pair of black slacks, a crisp, white button down and a black jacket. I assumed the absence of a tie would imply an air of casualness, but apparently small town sartorial sense was a bit skewed. Most of the guys were in khaki shorts and a polo shirt, some in jeans and an untucked button down.

The women, at least, put in more of an effort, including Danielle's friend Georgie who scampered over to us as soon as we entered.

"Danielle!!!!" she screamed as she collided with her and wrapped her in an embrace. Georgie was one of the few high school friends with whom Danielle had kept in touch. Danielle counted her as part of her academic clique, and had doubled with her on the tennis courts. Tonight, she donned a beautiful black dress and pearls.

Georgie greeted me with a peck on the cheek and a thank you for swaying Danielle into attendance.

"It was much harder than I thought it would be," I said. "Even fifteen minutes ago we almost turned the car around."

"Danielle, are you serious!? You look fucking amazing and you're the most successful person in this room. Why not do a little victory lap?"

Danielle rolled her eyes. She would never admit it, but flattery often nudged her in the right direction. By now, a few other former friends had huddled around, and Danielle introduced me rapid fire.

Joining the group last was a striking woman who put my outfit to shame. She was tall, maybe 5' 10", with immaculate white-blonde hair cut short on the sides and long up top. She wore a white suit that clinched at her waist and swelled at her ankles. From what I could tell, the white blazer was the only thing she was wearing up top.

Whereas the rest of the women had been giddy to see each other, this Scandinavian was austere, deliberate and cool. When her eyes met Danielle's for the first time, there was a moment of uncertainty between them. Something about it suggested that maybe whatever it was that Danielle wanted to hide was related to this statuesque woman.

"Elvie," she said, taking Danielle's hand. "So great to see you again."

She leaned in deliberately and planted a soft kiss on Danielle's cheek.

"Regan," Danielle said, her mouth curling into an awkward smile.

"Elvie?" I asked.

Danielle snapped back to reality at the sound of my voice. "Oh, Regan, this is my husband, Sam."

Regan turned towards me and offered a hand. "Husband? I'm sorry, I must have missed the invitation! And Sam, what makes you so special to have snagged such an amazing woman?"

"I ask myself that every day," I answered. Then, turning back to Danielle, I asked again, "Elvie?"

"Oh, I'll explain it later," she said, shooing it aside.She gave me a quick glare that suggested I change the subject.

"Can I get anyone a drink from the bar?" I asked, eager to let the ladies catch up without me.

By the time I returned, Danielle had worked her way further into the room, and the group had shifted to include some guys. As I made my way towards them, I heard two of them refer to Danielle as "Elvie." Danielle seemed unbothered, but was scanning the room looking for me, perhaps not wanting me to hear the term. Either way, it eased my suspicions about Regan that she wasn't the only one calling Danielle by this nickname.

Could it just be a cutesy twist on her real name? Dani-elle, Elle-vy? Like the way Tim becomes Timmy, with the V added to break up the vowel sounds?

"There you are," Danielle sounded relieved as I handed her a gin and tonic. "Everyone, this is my husband, Sam." She took me by the arm and pulled me into the perimeter of the group. "Sam, this is Jeremy, Kevin, Andy and Jason."

We shook hands with the usual level of indifference men usually use when they don't expect to see each other again.

"I don't mind saying," Jeremy started, "That you, Sam, are the envy of every guy in this room. I think most of us were hoping Elvie here would show up single."

"Jeremy!" Georgie interjected on Danielle's behalf.

"Sorry, I mean Danielle," he chuckled. Andy and Kevin shared in his amusement.

"Seriously, guys, let it go," Danielle said, clearly flustered.

Jeremy put both hands up in a gesture of apology.

Georgie shifted the conversation to high school sports, creating a space where the guys could brag about past accomplishments. The ladies seemed disinterested, and passed the time by exchanging sarcastic glances, but it achieved the desired effect of getting the guys off of whatever "Elvie" meant.

Curiosity got the better of me, so during a lull in the conversation I took Danielle's hand and excused us. "We got the next round," I said. "Honey, will you help me?"

As we made our way to the bar, I noticed many sideways glances, from both men and women, checking us out. I could have sworn I heard whispering directed our way, but I overlooked it as more talk about how beautiful Danielle was.

After we placed our order, I breached the Elvie subject with Danielle.

"OK, babe, I know you said you wanted to keep some parts hidden, but what's up with this Elvie nickname?"

"Babe, come on...I had one condition for coming here," she pleaded.

"What, 'Elvie' is the big secret? Is it really that bad?"

Danielle looked behind her, making sure no one could here. She took a deep breath to compose herself, and I waited excitedly for the salacious details.

"OK, you know how seriously I took my studies," she started. "Senior year, I was taking this AP history class on the Roman empire. Like every other class, I was killing it, A's on every project...doing my thing..."

"Go on..." I said after a pause.

"So one night, my dad is on a work trip and I decide on a whim that it would be my best chance to try some alcohol. So I pull some peach Schnapps from his cabinet and take a sip."

I put my hand over my heart in mock horror. "Scandalous!" I gasped.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, it being peachy, I ended up having almost half the bottle. Not the best experience for my first time, and I woke up with a brutal hangover. And during that mind-numbing hangover I walk into my Roman history class and the teacher announces a pop quiz."

"Oh fuck, that's tough luck."

"Needless to say, it was a disaster. The next day, when the teacher handed back the tests, Georgie and Regan got theirs back before me, and of course they both got A's. Mine is so bad he folds the paper in half and turns it over so no one else sees it. But I had told Georgie and Regan about my impediment, so they were almost gleefully looking to see what I got. Facing my fears, I turned the paper over and unfolded it. At the top of the page in red sharpie were the letters L. V. Roman numerals for 55. I guess professor Huntington had a sense of humor about my first big slip up."

I shook my head, not understanding. "And?"

"And? And from that point on everyone started calling me L-V. It was a tepid mockery of my lowest point. Not the meanest nickname by any stretch, but it was a constant prodding, and they knew it got under my skin, so they maintained it until graduation...and, apparently, until tonight."

I still couldn't quite understand. "Wait, so the part of your past you didn't want me to know is that one time you let loose a little and failed a pop quiz? I feel like you were able to overcome, my love. Look at you now!"

"I know, it's stupid. But I kind of wanted to just keep it buried, even if it doesn't mean anything to you."

I pulled her in close and kissed her softly. "Thanks for telling me, baby," I whispered.

The first handful of drinks arrived and Danielle said she'd take them back to the group. I waited for the next several. Seemingly as soon as Danielle stepped away from one side, Regan appeared on the other. I jolted in surprise.

"Sorry!" she said. "Didn't mean to startle you. I thought I'd offer to help carry the rest," she said.

"I appreciate that. You know, for what it's worth, you're one of only a handful of people Danielle told me about before coming here. She said you were quite the model student."

Regan had a cold smile. "I'd venture to say that we were both better because of each other. We were in constant competition, but by the end of senior year I think we reached a mutual respect."

"I think she shares that sentiment," I replied.

"But listen, that L-V story she told you, it's bull shit."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it was an absolute masterwork of improvisation - one the many extracurriculars at which she excelled - but LV in no way represents a grade."

My eyes narrowed questioningly. "Do you care to tell me what you think it stands for?"

"Danielle was my rival for most of high school, so I don't mind twisting the screw a little bit. But the reality is, you might not want to know the truth. Give me your email address."

This was a twist I really wasn't expecting. "What for?" I asked.

"I'm going to send you a link to a Dropbox folder that will reveal the truth. But I advise you to think twice before opening it. It might be kind of shocking to someone who's only ever known the goody two-shoes version of Danielle."

A couple drinks landed on the bar and I knew my time was limited. I decided to give Regan my email address so I could process this information and open the link later only if I wanted to. Regan looked like a predator having successfully snared its prey. She entered my email into her phone and announced that it had been delivered.

"Tread carefully," she said as she picked up two martinis. I grabbed the rest and followed her to the group.

.....

When I was ten years old, my parents dropped me off early at school one day in November. This afforded my pick of the playground equipment, and I attacked those monkey bars with aplomb. That is, until I slipped. Or tripped, or fell...I'm not exactly sure. What I remember is waking up on the ground, the cool air causing goosebumps, and a teacher kneeling over me. I'd been concussed, the severity of which was confirmed by the incoming wail of an ambulance siren.

In my concussed state, I was experiencing life in between dreams and reality. My teacher's hand against my forehead, the medics arriving, the ambulance ride to the hospital...I was vaguely aware of what was happening, but struggled to understand why. People seemed to walk around me in blurry slow motion.

That's the same sensation I was experiencing now, meandering through a room full of strangers with the weight of Regan's words ricocheting inside my skull. Every name I learned evaporated into the ether before I released their hand. The notion that there could be some dark secret buried in Danielle's past shook me to my core.

After all, what could it possibly be? A gentleman doesn't go into details, but suffice it to say there's certain evidence left behind when a woman loses her virginity, and that evidence was there on our wedding night. So I found it hard to believe that whatever this secret was could have been sexual in nature. I knew Danielle's heart - her true self - so the likelihood that she was a bully, criminal or anything even remotely mean seemed equally unlikely.

The only other thing I could think of was along the lines of what Danielle confessed. Some sort of blemish on her academic standards. But Regan cast doubt on that.

The most fucked up part was the idea that the answer was in my pocked, in the Gmail app on my phone. And with it, the warning that I might not want to know, adding depth to the fuckery.

After half an hour, I decided I needed to know. As an engineer, I always leaned towards logic, and I couldn't think of a logical reason for Danielle to have some dark secret. I'd read the email, realize it was a joke, and rejoin the party at full awareness.

"Yeah, babe," Danielle said when I asked for directions to the restroom. "Just out the door there, a couple doors down the hall on the right.

"Thanks, babe. I'll be right back."

The bathroom was enormous, clearly designed for a high school with over a thousand students. There was a long row of stalls, probably twenty deep, and I decided for maximum privacy I would take the one all the way at the end. Sitting on the toilet, I fished my phone out of my pocket, unlocked it, and opened the Gmail app.

Sure enough, Regan's email was sitting there right up top. I opened it, expecting to see some text, but instead just saw the Dropbox link. Opening that, I was presented with two enormous files, both with randomized letters and numbers as titles. I clicked the one on top.

This took me to a page that showed a video box loading. I clicked play, but the circular arrow just spun idly on the screen, suggesting it was taking a while to load. The buffering bar indicated that it was less than 1% ready. I sat back, resting the phone on a small shelf to my left.

'Fuck!' I thought. Could anything else possibly contribute to the tension?

As if on cue, the front door swung open and I could hear a group of guys enter the bathroom. Through laughter and hiccupping, I sensed a jovial spirit amongst them, the kind that tends to arise after the third or fourth beer. They fanned out to the sinks, urinals and stalls, though it didn't sound like any of them came particularly close to where I was.

As some of them reconvened by the sinks, the chatter got boisterous.

"Man, how fucking hot does LV look tonight, am I right?"

My ears perked up immediately at the cacophony of affirmative grunts.

"Wait, which one's Elvie?" one of them asked, presumably a plus-one interloper to the group. "Wait, let me guess: black dress, blue dress or white suit?"

"Ha, excellent taste, my friend. All three are great, but I'm talking about the blue dress."

"Oh, OK, that's what I thought. I thought she said her name was Danielle."

There was a round of laughter at this.

"Yeah, it is. LV is just a nickname from back in the day." A further splatter of snickering followed the line, implying a salacious reason for the nickname.

"Well, don't leave me hanging like that," the plus-one said. "What does Elvie mean?"

"Well, first of all, you're pronouncing it like it's some fancy French term. It's just the letters, L-and-V. And it stands for L..."

"Whoa, whoa whoa!" one of the other guys interjected. "You can't just tell him what it means, Jeremy. You gotta build up to it. Tell the whole story!" Now I had a face for the voice. Jeremy was one of the few men I'd met tonight.

"Please. You just want the whole story because you're a bunch of perverts. You've already heard it a million times. Hell, some of you lived it!"

"Look, even if you just tell him what it stands for, you're still going to have to explain it. And besides, most of us only came to this lame-ass party because we were hoping Danielle would be here and we could make up for lost time. But she's on the arm of some dude. So let's hear the story about the night it all started. For old times' sake."

"Well, now you have to tell me," said the plus-one.

"OK, OK," Jeremy started, appeasing his crowd. "OK, so you've seen Danielle and how fucking hot she is. In truth, none of us really knew for sure for most of high school. She had this overbearing dad who always made her cover up. Almost always in jeans and a sweater or sweatshirt. The number of times I saw her in even a snug t-shirt is probably less than five. Super conservative, right? Plus, he never let her go to any parties. She had to put all of her efforts into her grades and ensuring she gets into a great college.

You know the type, I'm sure. Every high school has at least one or two."

The plus-one agreed with an "Uh huh."

"OK, so fast forward to senior year. The weekend after college submissions are due. We're in that glory period where there's nothing we can do to harm or help our college applications, short of committing a felony. Conveniently, my parents decided to go into the city for a couple nights for their anniversary. They've always been cool about letting me have the house to myself, and even having some friends over so long as I keep things clean.

I invite everybody. And I mean everybody. Personally handing out invitations to everyone I see for about a week beforehand. I give one to Danielle, an act of purest optimism, thinking her dad will never allow her to come. But lo and behold, a couple hours after the party starts, I'm sitting on the couch and there's got to be thirty to forty people spread out around the first floor and basement. I'm thinking everyone who's going to come has already arrived, when I see the front door creek open. I couldn't believe it. I think I leapt from the couch and crossed all the way to her before she even closed the door behind her. I'll never forget it. She was wearing jean shorts, sandals and a white tank top. It was more skin than she'd shown over the last three and a half years combined.

'I didn't think you'd come,' I said, probably a bit over-excited.

'Well, my dad is traveling for work, and my mom suggested I live a little while I can. Especially with college applications complete and all.' she said. I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

I offered her a Midori sour, which to me tastes like a melted Jolly Rancher, but for some reason high school and college girls fucking lap it up. She told me it was her first taste of alcohol, and the next thing I knew, she'd downed three. Clearly trying to take advantage of the time that her dad was out of the house.

So we're chatting with the group for a while, when I notice she keeps scooting closer to me. At one point, she puts her hand on my thigh, and when I turn to her, she's staring at me expectantly."

"For the record, none of us ever believed this part," a new voice chimed in.

"Fuck you. This is exactly as I remember it. I seriously don't know why. I don't know why she chose that night, or why she chose me. But she did."

For a while, I was anxiously awaiting the conclusion to this story, thinking I'd have my answer. But he was clearly going to imply that he had sex with Danielle that night, and I knew for certain that wasn't the case.

"I suggest we go someplace quiet, and she looks at me with those puppy dog eyes and just nods eagerly. She asks me to go slow when we start kissing. She tells me I'm her first. Up until this point, she's been in control, but I start to get a little daring. Once I put my hand on her bra, she breaks our kiss and pulls away. I thought I'd blown it.

Instead, she starts talking about how nervous she is. She says she wants to have sex, but she's worried her dad will find out. That she won't be able to keep it from him. And that she'll get in so much trouble. She really likes me, and wouldn't mind if I'm her first, but she doesn't think she can fuck me.

For a second, I'm dejected. After thinking I was going to score with the elusive Danielle, now I'm at risk of not even seeing her naked. But a moment of inspiration struck. If I was going to strike out, I was going to at least swing for the fences.

I tell her that there's something else we could do. A way to have sex that wouldn't technically involve losing her virginity. Her eyes brightened like I just came up with the cure for cancer or some shit. I say something like, 'Look, not every girl likes it, but a lot of girls love anal. Have you ever tried it?'"

'Fuck,' I thought. I hadn't considered that.

Jeremy continued. "She recoiled, but clearly wasn't totally put off by the idea. I told her that oral doesn't really count as sex, but anal definitely does. But since I wouldn't be breaking her hymen, she would still be a virgin. I told her it was literally the loop-hole. I didn't even intend it as such, but my ribald wordplay seemed to relax her. She even giggled a bit.

Through a bit of coercion, she agrees to give it a try. First, I tell her that it's important for me to be well lubed, so she blows me for a few minutes. That was...whatever...she wasn't great at it, but it was her first time, and I was just looking to get wet.

I ask her if she wants to try on her hands and knees or lying on her back, and she says her back because she wants to see me. I lie her down, kissing her for a little while to calm her, then make my way to the edge of the bed. She hikes her skirt up for me, and I peel her panties off. Christ, her pussy was fucking beautiful. I can still remember how tight and clean it looked. Even though she was a virgin, she kept the hair presentable...or at least she had for that night.

Anyway, I tell her this is my first time with anal, too, so if anything feels wrong, just say so and I'll stop. From there, it's a bit of a blur. It took a couple attempts, but eventually I broke through. She had this huge gasp, and I remember the sensation of her heels digging into my shoulders. But she didn't ask me to stop, and once she controlled her breathing, I pushed further.

For anal, it was shockingly tender. I didn't want to pound into her like I would have some cheap slut. I took my time. Slow, steady strokes. I could see her nipples stiffen through her bra and tank top, so I was convinced she enjoyed it. I was so tempted to put my thumb in her pussy and play with her clit, but I didn't want to risk scaring her.

I asked if she was OK and she kept nodding. She told me multiple times to keep going, which encouraged me to go faster. When I finished, I came inside of her and she orgasmed at the same time. There were a couple tears on her face, and her forehead was glistening with sweat. I picked her panties off the bed and asked if I could keep them as a souvenir. She giggled and said yes, though I'm not sure she was one hundred percent there when she did so."

Now, there was a pause. No one said anything, as if the rest of them were waiting for Jeremy to finish the story, and Jeremy thought it was over.

"Well, that's a fucking hot-ass story, Jeremy, but what the fuck does LV stand for?"

"Oh shit, I forgot that part! After we go back downstairs, there's a smaller group of my closest friends. There's no need to express what happened upstairs. One of the girls, Regan - in the white suit tonight - says 'oh my god. Danielle, are you no longer a virgin?'

Danielle shrugged and said, 'Well, technically I am.'

Regan, who's too smart to be confused for more than a second, figured it out quickly. Her eyes went wide in shock. 'No way! Anal!?'

Danielle blushed and pinned it all on me. 'What? Jeremy said it was the loophole.'

The room burst into laughter. 'The loophole virgin,' Regan quickly anointed her. 'Well-played, Danielle.' I thought she'd be mortified, but instead she seemed to revel in it. Like she'd solved another problem that no one else could. For the rest of the night, everyone called her the loophole virgin, which from that point on was shortened to LV."

I sat in my stall, shaking my head in disbelief. It was preposterous, that the woman I love could have given up her ass before she lost her virginity. But it also made so much sense. This was the kind of secret she'd want to keep hidden from me, much more so than that Roman history test fabrication. Even the tidbit about her being proud to have come up with a way to circumvent her father's rules sounded like her. Unfortunately, the story-telling was far from over.

"So she gives up her ass one time, and you guys call her the Loophole Virgin for the rest of high school?"

"One time?" Jeremy answered. "Hardly. It was my only time with her, but it was like she became obsessed with it. By the time we graduated, it seemed like half the guys in the senior class had a Danielle encounter."

"Hell," a new voice contributed. "I had one in this room!"

"Nah uh," said the plus-one.

"Yeah, man. Actually, it was a little embarrassing. Once I knew she was down to fuck, I just threw it out there in casual conversation. I suggested we meet just beyond the treeline beyond the football field, and she was all too eager. After school, we find a secluded spot, and she just squats down and pulls out my dick. Either Jeremy has a higher standard than I do, or she had improved since her night with him, because she was voracious. One minute in, I'm straining to hold out, but she's got me on the edge.

All of a sudden, a couple people walk past, no more than ten feet away. They didn't see us, but it startled me enough that I ended up blowing my load straight into her mouth. I felt bad at the time, but now I think back and chuckle over the sound she made as I filled her palate with my jizz. Surprise, disappointment, maybe a bit of disgust...

So she stands up and she looks fucking furious. She turned and spit out most of the cum, then wiped whatever was on her chin with the back of her hand. I think she's about to scream at me for cumming in her mouth, but instead she says she's angry that I won't be able to fuck her ass! She told me I better make it up to her later, so of course I agreed.

Next day, we're passing each other in the hall between classes and she pulls me aside. She tells me to meet me in this bathroom fifteen minutes after class starts. Even specifies the last stall, where we'd have the most privacy."

Fuck me. This dude fucked my wife's ass in the stall I'm currently sitting in?

"So fifteen minutes after class starts, I excuse myself and meet her here, all the way in that stall at the end. Even though she's become an anal slut, she's still wearing her usual conservative attire so as to not arouse her father's suspicion. She's sitting on the toilet in jeans and a sweater, and whispers that she's only going to blow me until I get hard, then I have to fuck her ass.

I doubt I'll ever have a girl say that to me again.

Once she has my dick all hard and wet, she turns around, drops her jeans just below her hips, and leans over the toilet against the wall. I got to pull her panties down as far as I could. I'll never forget the sight of her tight pink hole winking back at me. Like Jeremy, I had some trouble getting it in at first, but once I popped the head through, I was able to establish a rhythm. But fuck, man, was she tight. Her ass was like a vice clamping down on my cock.

I know I was anything but the pro she deserved, but I still managed to bring her to orgasm. She fingered herself as I fucked her, and when she came, her ass gripped a little bit harder, practically sucking the cum right out of my balls.

When we finished, she turned back to me, pulled up her panties and jeans, and said, 'OK, now get the fuck out of here.' I tell ya, boys, being used never felt so good!"

At this point, I had my head in my hands. I couldn't even look at my cramped surroundings in fear that I'd envision Danielle and this mystery man ass-fucking in here.

"I think I might have had the most opportunities with her, but I never got her ass," a new voice said. "We were in improv together after school, and I'd always driven her home after since her house was only a couple blocks from mine. For two years I had driven her, never had the guts to make a move. But once I hear that she's willing to do oral and anal, I'm emboldened.

I framed it as a joke, something like, 'You know, Danielle, for all the times I've given you a ride, maybe I'm deserving of a blow job.' I really didn't think it would work, but before I even finished the sentence she was bending over the armrest into my lap. Like Kevin, I probably only lasted a minute or two before I finished in her mouth. Unlike Kevin, she seemed to enjoy my cum. Swallowed every drop. We hadn't even left the parking lot.

Between then and the end of the year, twice a week she'd give me a grateful BJ, as thanks for the ride, but I think she really enjoyed it. She took pride in being great at whatever she was challenged with. By the end of the year, I was able to hold out for almost the entire ride. Her ass up in the air facing the passenger window, her head down in my lap. I became accustomed to driving while getting my dick sucked.

One time, I held out so well that I had to pull over so we didn't pull into her driveway with my dick in her mouth. Dude, I'll never forget this. After I came, she sat back in her seat with a wicked smile, swiping some cum off her lip with her thumb. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds later, I pulled into her driveway and she got out of the car. Her dad was on the porch, and for some reason I thought he suspected something. But Danielle greets him with a sweet, innocent, 'Hi, daddy!', and kisses him on the cheek. I swear to God, I thought he must have smelled my jizz on her breath. But if he did, he never let on, to me or Danielle."

"Fuck me," said the plus-one. "Where were the girls like that in my high school?"

"Dude," Jeremy (I think) answered. "We count our lucky stars every day that we happened to attend the same school as Danielle. Hey, check it out."

There was a muffled rustling sound, followed by some audible gasps.

"No way, are those her panties? You still have them?"

"My guy, yes, I still have them. They'll go into my safe whenever I have enough valuables to keep in a safe. You have an experience like that, you keep the mementos."

"But why'd you bring it tonight?"

"Honestly, I didn't really have a plan. But I think most of us were hoping we'd get another shot at Danielle tonight. I thought maybe I could flash these at her to get her all hot and bothered. Unfortunately, that dude she's with is her husband, and he doesn't look like the kind of guy you cross."

"I'll second that," said Kevin. "At least she still looks hot as hell. The spank bank has been properly replenished."

I now heard the door hinges creak, and to the sound of laughter, the entourage exited.

My heart was racing as I tried to collect my thoughts. Aside from keeping a secret from me, there was no reason for me to be angry at Danielle. What she did before we met has nothing to do with me. How could I hold that against her? On the other hand, she'd never allowed me to even play with her ass, let alone fuck it. Was this why? Bury the past and move on?

As I prepared to step out into the common area, I remembered why I had come in here in the first place. Checking my phone, I found that the video was only 10% ready for viewing. I no longer knew if I wanted to watch it. Was this a video of some random high school dude giving her a butt-fucking? I decided I needed to know.

My thumb was shaking as I pressed play. The scene quickly played out on my phone.

The opening frame was of someone's naked back, glistening with perspiration and framed by cascading brunette hair matted clumsily around the neck and shoulders. As the video started, the back started rocking up and down, suggesting the subject was getting fucked doggie style. I turned the volume on low to see if there was any noteworthy audio.

Hips smacked against ass offscreen, punctuated by the "uh, uh, uh," of whoever's back I was looking at. By this point, I assumed it was Danielle's. A hand reached up from the angle of the viewer, grabbing a fistful of brunette hair and yanking her head back.

"This is right where you belong, isn't it, LV?" the voice said. I was shocked to notice that the voice was a woman's. "Feigning a life as a model student, when you feel most at home bent over with my rubber dick up your ass."

My eyes widened. I couldn't believe what I was hearing...or seeing.

"Uh, uh," Danielle grunted louder, responding to the question as best she could with her neck craned backwards.

"Answer me!" the voice demanded.

"Yes! Uh, uh...fuck...this is where I want to be, Regan," Danielle stammered.

I should have put two and two together. Regan had sent me the file, of course she was the one holding the camera.

Her hand released Danielle's hair as the camera panned down her spine. Now, Danielle's tight ass came into view. From inside her tight sphincter, and black rubber cock plunged in and out with decent speed. The cock was attached to Regan's thrusting hips via a harness that strapped around her waist. Now free from Danielle's hair, Regan's hand levied two quick slaps to Danielle's left ass cheek.

Or at least two that I could see. After the hand raised a second time, the video started lagging. There were more than ten minutes left to view, and there was still a second video in the Dropbox link. The cinderblock walls of this bathroom must be blocking my wifi. But maybe that was for the best. All suspicions had now been sufficiently confirmed. I wasn't sure how much more of the video I could stomach.

As I was washing my hands, Danielle texted.

Hey babe. Did you get lost?

I had completely lost track of time.

Yeah, ended up doing a full loop. I'll be back in a moment.

I steadied my breath and prepared to reenter the gymnasium. Things were happening too fast. I didn't know if I wanted to tell Danielle I'd learned the truth, or if I should wait until we were alone in the car. Or if I should never tell her. But I knew that stalling any further would only arouse suspicion.

I pushed through the double doors and back into the gym, which seemed louder and more crowded than when I left. Danielle spotted me and made her way over. I couldn't help but admire her elegance, particularly the delicate movement of her toned calves, emphasized by her heels. They crossed daintily despite their accelerated cadence, as if her toes were only tickling the floor.

Before I could apologize for my prolonged absence, she grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me deeply.

"I missed you," she said. "What took so long?"

"I missed the bathroom the first time, and ended up doing a full loop of the building looking for it. What was that kiss for?"

Her eyes and cheeks looked flush, belying a sense of arousal I immediately recognized.

"Oh," she shrugged, "Honestly, some of the guys are being a little pervy. Nothing egregious, but some inappropriate touching. I just wanted to remind them that I'm here with you and they should back off.

"Let me guess: Jeremy, Kevin?"

"And more...how did you know?"

"I may have overheard them talking about you in the bathroom."

Here Danielle looked startled. "Oh, what did they say?"

"Well," I said, pausing to figure out the best way to phrase it. "He may have provided an alternate definition of LV."

Danielle went white in the face. "Oh. My. God. You see!? I told you we shouldn't have come!"

She tried to blow past me, but I caught her arm. Had she been more insistent, I would have let her go, wanting to avoid a scene, but she stopped with little resistance.

"Babe, I'm not mad at you," I said. "I mean, I'm shocked, for sure, but it's not like you cheated on me. We hadn't even met yet!"

Danielle looked like she was holding back tears. "How could you not be mad? I've never let you...back there...and now you know that some of these guys got there first."

"Honestly, after my initial shock, I think my main emotion was pride. I kind of love that you found a way to be daddy's little girl while still being a rebel. And of course you excelled at it. You excel at everything you do."

She sniffled back tears, and I could tell she was going to need a bathroom trip to touch up her makeup.

"Look, we don't need to talk about it now. If you want, we can talk about it in the car, or never talk about it again. I don't care. I still love you. Why don't you go get yourself cleaned up?"

Danielle fell into me with a hug unlike any we'd experienced before. It almost felt like renewing our vows, with me conveying just how much I trusted her and loved her. She kissed me on the neck, and with a "be right back" she made her way down the hall.

As I turned back towards the bar - Lagavulin 16 neat was now a necessity—I noticed Kevin off to the side, following Danielle with his eyes. He waited until she was through the double doors, then, in a woeful attempt at stealth,- tiptoed after her.

I didn't know what to make of this at first. He no doubt still harbored feelings for my wife - or at least for her ass - but I couldn't imagine that he was the kind of guy to make a move on her with me being in the general vicinity. Nor could I imagine Danielle succumbing to his advances, whether or not I was around. I ordered my Scotch, neat, downed it and asked for another before the bartender had the cap back on. It was an open bar, but I tipped him a $20 for the heavy pour.

Fresh glass in hand, I turned back to the double doors, wondering what might be happening on the other side. Could Kevin have followed her into the restroom? I trusted Danielle to handle himself, but what if Kevin was a sloppy drunk? I decided it was best to be sure.

Back in the hallway, I couldn't see anyone, nor were there any obvious sounds coming from either restroom door. I walked slowly past the bathroom towards a classroom that appeared to have its lights on, thinking maybe Danielle had chosen that room to freshen up in private. But as I approached, I heard a tense conversation coming from the other side of the door.

"Come on, Dani, for old time's sake!"

"God, Kevin, NO! Get your hands off me."

"That's not what you used to say, baby. What changed?"

A scuffling sound insinuated that they were pressed against each other and shifting around.

"What changed? I'm married, you twat! Did you seriously think I came here to see you again?"

A pause, then a shriek from Danielle. "No!"

At that point, I entered the room. Danielle and Kevin were at the teacher's desk, with Kevin facing away from me. He had a hand on the hem of her skirt, and Danielle was frantically trying to prevent him from yanking it upwards. As she bent over to hold her dress in place, his face nuzzled against her neck. Her eyes were clenched shut.

"Kevin, fucking stop!"

He didn't.

"I believe the lady made herself clear," I said, announcing my presence. I stood with feet shoulder width apart with my right hand spinning the ring on my left, reminding Kevin who I was. I don't normally compare myself to others - that never gets you anywhere desirable - but in this case I was a man standing against a boy. Not just in physique, but in overall appearance. His wrinkled khaki shorts suggested he was still just a horny teenager.

"Fuck," he said when he realized he'd been discovered. He quickly backed away from Danielle and moved towards the door to pass me. In line with his childish attire, he made a snarky comment as he passed me. "She's no lady, trust me, pal," he whispered.

I grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt and pushed him into the wall. "Or maybe, some people have matured since high school. Have you considered that, asshole?"

The look in his eyes suggested he knew he fucked up. I was going to offer him the chance to apologize, but what would that accomplish? I threw him into the door, which swung open and he spilled onto the hallway floor. He wasn't hurt, but he was drunk, and it took him a minute to compose himself. I didn't hang around to make sure he was OK.

Danielle was on the verge of tears, and I needed to tend to her.

"Sam, I swear, nothing happened!"

"I know, my love. I heard everything."

"Is it clear, now, why I didn't want to come tonight?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, I think I figured it out."

"I'm soooo sorry!" she cried. She was sitting on the teacher's desk, head in her hands, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. I stepped between her knees and lifted her chin with my forefinger.

"What do you have to be sorry about? It was long before you ever met me."

She smiled and stifled her tears. "I just thought you'd be mad, you know, that I gave up my ass in high school but I never gave it up to you."

"I am curious to hear your rationale behind it," I said, wanting to see her squirm just a little longer.

She shrugged. "You know my dad...I was cooped up for so long. I just wanted to have this one thing I did in high school, one act of rebellion, that I could point to as an adult and remember that I lived a little. That I could be wild. I swore that I'd only do it in high school, and then I'd move on."

"Well," I said, inching closer, my thighs pushing her knees further apart. "Perhaps we could come up with a loophole of our own."

She looked up at me, our mouths just inches apart. "What do you mean?"

"You said you only wanted to do anal in high school. And, well, we are in high school right nowuh."

The sound of my doubleyou was muted as Danielle closed the distance between us and pushed her tongue in my mouth. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me in. I could feel the heat in every square inch of her torso. Danielle had two modes of love-making: tender, and rabid. Most of the time, she was tender, but when he tongue explored the depths of my mouth, it was a good indication that she was in the mood to fuck. Tonight, her tongue was serpentine.

"Come on, we don't have much time," she said as she undid my buckle push my pants down to my knees. "Put it in my pussy first. I'm so wet, and you have to be lubed before you fuck my ass."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had barely finished suggesting our own loophole and now she had my dick out pulling me into her, talking dirty about taking her asshole. I decided to get myself in gear.

Slipping my cock into her pussy, I was shocked at how wet she already was. Clearly, all of the L-V references had got her hot and bothered. I'd like to think my presence had something to do with it as well. I only pumped a few times before the stopped me.

"That's good, babe. Go ahead and take my ass now," she said as she grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart.

My dick was straight as an arrow and hard as a rock. Gripping it at its base with my fist, I aimed the tip towards Danielle's anal nub and started pushing. Danielle took a deep breath as her sphincter stretched before snapping shut around my head.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yes...I've fantasized about this.I can't believe you're fucking my butt, baby."

I pushed forward a little more, at which point I seemed to overcome some barrier and she started sucking me in.

"Go deeper," she whined. I felt her heels press against my ass, pulling me deeper into her anal passage. She started rubbing her pussy as I built up a rhythm.

Up until about fifteen minutes ago, I hadn't really expected to every fuck Danielle's backside. But now I was looking down at her, on her high school teacher's desk, playing with her pussy as my dick slid in and out of her butthole, listening as she urged me on. With an audience.

Danielle didn't seem to notice it yet, but several people had started to gather by the door. I'm guessing they came when they heard Kevin stumble into the hallway, and stayed when they heard the famed L-V moaning like a slut in the adjacent classroom.

"Kiss me, baby," Danielle said, "And shoot your cum up my ass."

I leaned in close, welcoming her sensual tongue between my lips as she gripped my back with all her strength. Her heels pulled harder at my thighs, plunging me as deep as I could go. She squealed, bringing herself to orgasm as her tight chute sucked the cum right out of my balls.

We stayed like this for a few moments, kissing each other more gently in the aftermath of such a carnal act. And we might have reveled in that post-coital glow if it weren't for the cheer that went up from the doorway.

A scattered mix of "YEAHS" and "WOOS" greeted Danielle, who until that point hadn't realized anyone was watching. We looked at the door at the same time, and saw a mix of known and unknown alumni enjoying the view. As if rehearsed, they started chanting "L. V. L. V...."

"Oh my god!" Danielle screamed as she scampered to pull her panties back up. I backed away and tucked my cock back into my pants.

"Hey," I said. "It's OK. Own it," I attempted. But she was already working towards the door, intent on fighting her way through the crowd.

I caught up to her and helped part the masses so she could get through. One of the last people we passed before escaping to the gymnasium was Regan, who had a bemused smile on her face.

"Hey, stud," she said, grabbing my hand as I passed by. "Maybe next time we can share?" she pressed her business card into my palm.

We must have made it to the car in under a minute, me chuckling at Danielle's urgency. When she finally turned to face me, she had a hint of a smile on her face, too.

"What is so funny!" she demanded.

"Babe, you fucking dominated tonight, are you kidding? You're winning at life, in love, in your career, in your appearance...and then you show up to your high school reunion and are the only one willing to be so wild, too? I promise you every person in that room tonight is envious of you. And I'm proud of you. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

She paused to consider this.

"I am kind of winning at life, aren't I?" she asked.

"Aren't you glad you came?"

"Maybe a little," she said, in a tone that suggested I had been right to insist.

"Now, get in the car, missy. We need to discuss whether it's going to be five more years before we do that again!"