I was a bit nervous. When I received my invitation to the school reunion, I was definitely not going. That was until I had been persuaded by my friends; both then and now.
I was stood in front of the main school building. Little had changed since I had left. Admittedly, it was only a few years after I had left, but still, I was nervous. I had only kept in touch with a few of my friends from my time there. We were fantastic friends, and I happy that we had stayed in touch throughout university and later work. I looked up at the dreary sign, and a flood of memories surfaced. I remembered the good and bad times, the people, the teachers everything. I revelled in the glory of it.
I remembered the most popular girl in school. Her name was Emma. I doubted that she would be there. I had heard on the grapevine that she was in America or somewhere. I remembered her long blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts, round ass and shapely figure. She was fantastically curvy, in all of the right places. While she was the most popular girl in school, she was easily approachable, and very kind. We had talked a couple of times, and been paired together for numerous projects throughout our time there. We were in different social spectrums. I wasn't a nerd, but I wasn't Mr. Popular. I was average at sports and academics, but I wasn't popular or the target of the bullies.
I took in a deep breath, and walked through the main double doors, and into the hall. I approached a table with, what seemed to be two older students manning it.
"Hi, my name is Jack Davies."
The girl behind the table smiled, and rifled through the name tags. She finally found my one and handed it to me, with a big grin. I smiled politely back, and thanked her quietly.
I turned to face the room, and quickly spotted my old friends. On my way to them, I made a detour to the bar, and ordered a Jack Daniels and Coke. With my drink in my hand, I headed over and made polite small talk.
Conversation quickly made its way past what we were all doing, regarding work and families. I had kept my head down. I wasn't in the mood for ribbing about my lack of settling down. The rest of them had found people who they wanted to be with and were thinking of kids. I quietly sipped my drink, and listened and laughed in the appropriate places. I glanced and surveyed the people in the room.
Not a bad turnout, considering.
"Heard about Emma Smith?"
I tuned back into the conversation.
"No."
"I heard that she's back in the country, and that she dumped her Spanish boyfriend."
"Why," I asked.
"Apparently she caught him in bed with someone she shouldn't of."
I gave him a confused look. Catching on he elaborated.
"She was due to marry him and everything. One day she comes back home early, to find him in bed with her best mate. Right ruckus it caused. Imagine coming home to find your girlfriend having it off with your best mate!"
I shook my head. Thinking lightly, I pictured her in my mind. Beautiful as always.
"Bloody Hell!" It was whispered.
I turned to face the direction he was. A woman had walked in. I concentrated on her form, and realised with sudden that it was Emma.
She looked fantastic.
She hardly changed from when she was at school. Although she was slightly taller, she was proportioned exactly as he remembered. She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, and headed to the seats laid out. Sitting down, she sipped her drink, with a bored expression. I turned back to the group and excused myself.
My drink had long gone, and I felt like a refill. I headed to the bar, and glanced at Emma and smiled as she smiled at me. I ordered a refill, and thanked the barman, and made my way over to her. I sat beside her. I took a small sip of my drink, and felt the alcohol burn my throat slightly.
"Hi," I said with a small smile.
"Hi. What have you been up to then?" She asked.
"Ah, nothing really. Just working in finance for company up in London. Boring, Boring stuff." I paused. "You?"
"Well, after University I got a teaching job, and then I moved out to the States and taught out there. Visa expired and now I'm back."
"Where were you in the US?"
Conversation was easy and by the time we had begun to think about leaving, we suddenly realised that we were the last people in the hall. Laughing we made our way out of the school, thanking the barman, and the greeters. We made our way to my car, and I pulled out my car keys.
"You can't drive like this!"
"Sure I can."
"Don't be silly, I'm calling a cab."
Conversation started up again, and when the taxi arrived, she made her way in, and beckoned me to follow. I gave my address, and in no time at all we were arriving at my place.
Exiting the car, I gave the taxi the fare, and he sped off gladly.
I pulled out my keys once again, and managed to open the door with grace. Motioning her in, I turned on the hall lights, and closed the door behind her.
"Wine or coffee?"
"White coffee please."
I made two coffees, and she seated herself in the lounge. Carrying the two drinks, I handed her hers and sat down with mine. I couldn't believe how easy conversation was. A lull in conversation brought me out of my reverie. She was exceedingly close. I had only thought of being this close in my imagination in my teens.
I leant in closer and we kissed. Tender at first, I deepened the kiss and slowly parted my lips. She broke it off, and smiled seductively at me.
