I am standing in line at the bar, waiting to order a beer. How I talked myself into coming to my high school reunion was beyond me. I disliked most of the people here when I was in school, and not too much had changed. Most haven't done anything with their lives. Here I stand, nearly 28 years old, a highly decorated Navy Seal, second in my class at the Naval Academy, and newly promoted to Lieutenant Commander. What a waste of time this turned out to be.
It doesn't help much that I am wearing my full dress uniform, my medals reflecting in the light from the strobes. Muscle bound, head shaved, I guess I am a little impressive, and with the nasty shrapnel scar on the side of neck, a bit scary.
In she walks: Anna Fraser. I haven't seen her since graduation. She was off to Harvard, and I was off to the Navy. We had lots in common, I was the star running back on the football team, and she the cheerleader. We are both brilliant, she graduated valedictorian; me salutatorian, both only 17. For some reason, we never got together. There was always some sparks between us, but nothing ever happened, although I would have given my left nut to get inside her. She is dressed in her old cheerleading uniform, along with the rest of her old squad. I caught myself staring. Her uniform still fits quite well. The blue sweater is tighter, but it looks better that way. It seems to accentuate her beautiful firm C cups. Her skirt rides high on her hips, the waist almost bursting from her womanly hips, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. Her hair is tied back in a cute ponytail. The memories come flooding back. Her milky thighs high-kicking at games, her firm and perky tits bouncing, glimpses of panties, imagining all of the things I could do to her, all of the things she could do to me.
She is stopped not far from the door, having being noticed by the faculty. One of her favorite teachers starts up a conversation with her. I stare at her again, all my old insecurities coming to the surface, but being in the Seals has changed a few things in me. I order a second beer, and sum up my courage, and walk towards her.
I purposely position myself so she can see me striding confidently towards her. Her eyes trail down my body, sizing me up. I can tell she is intrigued. Her warm smile greets me as I close the distance between us. She still has those cute dimples. She greets me with a cute giggle, and jumps up hugging me, throwing her arms around my neck, her legs wrapping around mine. I am instantly hard.
Still holding the two bottles, I am unable to return the bear hug. Finally, she reluctantly releases me. I lean down to her and kiss her on the cheek, handing her a bottle. Coors Light, always her favorite. She looks and the bottle, her face splitting to a wide smile. "You still remember, after all these years?"
"I never forget what a beautiful woman drinks." I return the smile, sipping at my beer.
"Always the charmer. And I see you are the big, tough, successful soldier."
"Lieutenant Commander James Liam Dove, United States Navy, at your service."
"So Commander, are you going to ask me to dance?" Anna says with a sexy smile, tossing back the last of her beer. Not waiting for an answer, she grabs me by the hand, leading me onto the floor.
Dancing and grinding to the pumping rhythm, I am getting extremely fired up. Anna is rubbing herself all over me, and she is wet. Her body is face is flushed, the redness leading all the way down her chest, past the neck of her sweater. The few strands of hair which have escaped her ponytail are matted and stuck to her forehead. Beads of sweat are trailing down her neck, her skin shining. Her chest is heaving, her breathing labored. She looks likes a goddess, completely immersing herself in the moment.
