Sandy checked herself out in the mirror as she got ready for the party for her best friend Ashleigh's 25th birthday at an area hotel, finally satisfied with the way she looked once she had slipped on a basic black dress over stockings, and a lacy black bra and thong.
She wasn't a party person to begin with, always feeling out of place among Ash's wild, hot friends.
Sandy didn't smoke or do drugs, and drank very little. She was sure the others at the party would find her totally boring.
Perhaps she was; if it had been someone else asking her to go, Sandy would have said no, but she and Ashleigh had been friends since fifth grade, and how many times did someone turn twenty five?
Besides, Sandy figured she'd stay for an hour or two, then head home before things got too wild and turned into a bash of the others--including Ashleigh--going up to their rooms to engage in marijuana, more drinking, and eventually random sex.
She would always warn her friend several times about the risks of fucking strange men, but Ashleigh would laugh it off, saying she kept condoms around for that purpose.
Ash had also told Sandy that she usually "finished guys off" with her mouth if they refused to wear a condom, and if the dude was hot, had a nice sized dick and knew what to do with it, she was doing him!
When Sandy finally arrived at the hotel where the party would be, she saw the usual crowd in the banquet and party room Ash had rented out. She knew a lot of people were from out of town and figured they had rooms upstairs in the same hotel.
But what she wasn't counting on was seeing Ashleigh's cousin--and Sandy's old crush--Charles there.
Sandy remembered developing a crush on him when she was sixteen and he had been twenty one and a lifeguard at the community pool.
Even back then, he had been attractive with flat abs, perfect round ass, short cropped dark hair and clear, light blue eyes.
She also couldn't help but see that he also had a great package between his legs, something his swim trunks had not concealed.
But Charles had dated mostly gorgeous, tall, blond bikini model types around his own age back then.
Even if she had been old enough and he was nice to her, she doubted he would have asked her out, despite being Ash's best friend.
At 5'2, Sandy been about 175 pounds with dark hair and though she was pretty, wouldn't be a threat to any of the girls he'd dated (and likely slept with). And of course, compared to other girls, she was "a bore"--and a virgin at the time.
Still, she fantasized about him for the next few summers while in bed at night, bringing herself to some of the most memorable orgasms while doing so.
When Sandy had gotten down to 140 pounds before going off to college, where she had begun dating and eventually marrying Paul, a department store manager three years older than she was. Sandy had met him when she was nineteen and looking for a gift for her father's birthday.
Though he wasn't Charles, Paul had been a great husband outside of the bedroom, and hadn't failed to satisfy Sandy beyond her wildest dreams in it either once she had given him her virginity on their wedding night.
They had been very much in love with each other before Paul had become ill with cancer and passed away when Sandy was only twenty three.
She had buried herself in both her college courses and work, trying to hide the pain of losing her husband, and though Ashleigh had tried to fix her up with other men and invite her to parties, Sandy wasn't really interested in anyone else.
But now when she spotted Charles, he was more gorgeous than ever and her teenage memories had come back to her.
Even under the dress pants and shirt he wore, Sandy could tell he still had a great body.
Ashleigh had then caught up to her, giggling that she could see that Sandy had spotted him.
"He's divorced now, you know," Ash had told her. "Has been for the last few years."
"Who on earth would leave a guy like that?" Sandy wondered. "He's the whole enchilada of looks, smarts, and personality."
"His ex-wife, that's who," Ashleigh snorted. "Apparently Charles wasn't enough for her, especially when he caught Kimberly humping the guy from down the street. Who knows who else the slut fucked before that."
"So is he seeing anyone now?"
"Nope. But he seemed real happy when I told him you were coming tonight."
"Nice try, Ash." Sandy rolled her eyes. "I was never his type."
"How do you know? Because he dated bimbos before he married the human mattress? Look, at least go say hi. You haven't even as much as had coffee with a man since you lost Paul. Come on; it's been a forever since you and Charles saw each other, and you aren't sixteen anymore."
She dragged Sandy by the hand, taking her over to where Charles stood.
"Hey, cousin," Ashleigh tapped his shoulder. "Guess who this is?"
He had looked down at Sandy with those eyes. "My God. Sandy Pierce? What happened?"
