I got home from work, changed out of my work clothes, grabbed a beer and looked through the mail. Bill, junk mail, and something forwarded to me by my parents from my high school. I opened it to see it was for my 15 year high school reunion. 15 years? Don't most schools do a 10 or 20 year reunion? Whatever, it would be nice to see some of my old classmates again. I'd kept in touch with a handful on Facebook, so it would be nice to see the ones I hadn't... and maybe talk to my Spanish teacher about the grade I got on my final exam. It was scheduled for next month... yeah, I could do that, after all I was my own boss, so I could approve my vacation time. Honestly though, I didn't think my business partners would have a problem with it.
One month later I was back in my hometown. I had been back several times since school ended, visiting my parents during breaks while I was in college, and a handful of times since then, having moved out and been on my own for the last eight years. I had to get a hotel this time however, as my mother had taken over my bedroom and made it into her office. She was a writer by trade, and had written a series of detective novels (one which had been made into a TV movie). Also, she had written a bunch of cheesy romance novels under a pen name. You know the type, a cover with a big buff guy with long flowing hair holding a big busted woman in his arms, with a title like "The Winds of Her Desire". My father was a retired mechanic and spent most of his time tinkering in the garage. So a hotel it was. I had managed to scoop up the last room at a hotel that was just down the road from my old alma mater.
I spent some time with my parents, not that they didn't already know what was going on in my life. Although I didn't visit often (due to living halfway across the country) I called them twice a month. After visiting with them I headed back to the hotel, took a shower, got dressed and headed off to the reunion which was being held at the school. I wandered the halls for a few minutes which were decorated with memoirs of our graduating class, met up with some of my old friends along the way before making my way to the gym where the main part of the reunion was taking place. Several of our former teachers were there as well as the Principal. We all mingled around doing the old "Oh my God [name], is that you? You look amazing!"
Then I heard a voice from behind me, "Terry?" I turned to see a stunning woman looking at me. "Terry Johnson?"
"Vanessa Delgado." I said, instantly recognizing her.
Vanessa along with Simone, Rachel and Gina were the stereotypical "mean girls". Simone was the de-facto leader, Rachel was her second in command and Gina and Vanessa seemed to be the hangers on who just wanted to be "in" with the popular girls. When Simone was going on her reign of terror (which just boiled down to her verbally eviscerating anyone she didn't like) Vanessa and Gina didn't seem to be as into it as Simone and Rachel. They still participated but never said anything against it, possibly afraid that Simone would turn her venomous words on them, and kick them out of the clique. Mind you, they never bothered me (their victims were other girls), but I always admired Vanessa from afar. In fact I thought she was the best looking out of the quartet, but I never said anything, partially because I was afraid I would say something stupid, and partially because I was afraid that if I dared to ask her out, Simone would give me a verbal smackdown, or even worse, that they would all laugh at and embarrass me. We had a few classes together over the years and those were the only times I ever spoke to Vanessa, and then it was only about things related to whatever subject we were studying or make snarky comments under my breath. She always seemed like a different person when Simone wasn't around. Nicer, almost like the way she acted around Simone was just that; an act.
So even though I had a massive crush on Vanessa, I knew there was no chance of ever dating her. Eventually another girl, Mindy, caught my eye, and was as attracted to me as I was to her and we dated for our remaining years in high school. We had a great relationship, but every once in a great while I wondered about what could have been with Vanessa. We went our separate ways after graduation (due to the whole being halfway across the country thing), but kept in touch over the years.
I'm not going to lie, the first thing that caught my attention were Vanessa's tits which looked to be testing the confines of the silver and black dress she was wearing. I forced myself to look at her face, and she was just as beautiful as she was 15 years ago. Time had been very good to her. She was smiling at me, and I met her eyes and smiled back at her.
"Wow, you look amazing." I finally said.
She closed the short distance between us, "So do you. Did you even age at all? You look like you aged five years at the most."
I laughed a bit, "Yeah, I get that a lot. Good genes I guess. My parents are the same way. You wouldn't believe that the two of them are almost 60."
"Quite the turnout, I think almost the entire senior class is here." Vanessa said, looking around. "Is -- oh, what was her name -- that girl you dated... Mindy! That's it. Is she here?"
"Oh no, she's not coming. We kept in touch after graduation and still talk to each other once in a while. She got married about three years ago, and just had a baby last week." I said, "So she won't be here for obvious reasons."
"Good for her," Vanessa said, "It's nice that you keep in touch with her."
"What about you and... well you know, The Bitch Squad?"
"The Bitch Squad?" Vanessa asked, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah, that's what everyone called you behind your backs." I said, "We called Simone Queen Bitchtits."
"Oh yeah, Simone," she said with a heavy sigh, looking at the floor, "I always felt terrible about the way we treated people back then."
"I kinda noticed that; you and Gina always seemed to kinda hang back when Simone was going off on someone." I said. "But if you felt so bad, why did you hang around with her?"
"Oh, you know," she said, turning her attention back to me, "Being a dumb teenager and wanting to be popular. Peer pressure mostly. Also, Gina and I figured if we were with Simone we would be safe from her ridicule."
"Ah, yes." I said, "What's that old saying? 'I'd rather be at the right hand of the devil than in his path'."
"Exactly, I look back at it now and see how stupid it was."
"Yeah, peer pressure is a bitch," I said, "So I'm guessing that means you didn't keep in touch with her?"
"God no! After I went off to college I made some real, genuine friends who I do keep in touch with." Vanessa said. "I've barely thought about Simone for years. But enough about that, what are you doing with your life now?"
"I'm an auto mechanic, just like my dad." I said, "In fact my friend and I opened our own place a couple years back. RPM Auto Repair. We're doing pretty good so far. What about you? No, wait, let me guess? Fashion model?"