The invitation to your high school 10th reunion arrived in the mail today and you were excited when I got home from work because you really wanted to go. When we checked the date, it appeared that the weekend in question - about a month away - was clear so you immediately called the RRSP number on the invitation to tell them that you would be there with me as your guest.
We made arrangements with your sister to take care of the baby and I went online to arrange a flight and hotel rooms where the reunion would be held. Although they had arranged a block of reasonably priced rooms for the alumni attending, I decided to make this a special escape for us and booked a suite instead. I also decided not to tell you in advance but to make it a surprise.
You were very excited about meeting old friends especially you told me the girl with whom your had a almost relationship in high school and the football captain who was your beau and senior prom date. Since he had been your first real boyfriend and male sexual partner, you were curious - and so was I - to see what he looked like 10 years later. I was also curious about the Girl friend who had come on to you so strongly in a day when being gay (either male of female) was not accepted. You had told me a little about your experience with Susan but I was curious to see how you reunited (we had already seem the list of confirmed attendees and both she and the star quarterback were going to be there. This I was also looking forward to!
We went shopping for just the right dress for the formal dinner that ended the affair as well as some new sexy lingerie since you always feel special when you are wearing it even if only you know! For the dress, we selected a plain black sheath that hugged your every curve and allowed your erect nipples to show when erect - even through a thin bra if you chose to wear one. It was held up by a band that circled your throat and was scooped low under the arms so that the side swell of each breast was visible; and it plunged deep in the back in a scoop almost exposing your bum crack! In other words, it could be termed a 'fuck me' dress. It was sure to turn on both Susan and your former beau!
The month flew by and we soon arrived at the hotel in the city where you went to high school - not that many years ago. As we rose in the elevator to the top floor, you looked at me with a surprised grin as you realized we were bound for the penthouse suite. As the bellhop let us in, the wide panorama of your hometown was spread before us through the 25th floor to ceiling window. After he had shown us all the bells and whistles - electric blinds, Jacuzzi etc - I tipped the bellman well and sent him on his way. You flew into my arms and as we kissed you thanked me with a promise of rewards later.
I laughed and told you to go on down to register us for the reunion and I would unpack. Once again kissing me deeply you rushed off eager to renew some old acquaintances. After I unpacked and changed into slacks and an open necked shirt, I went down to the lobby to look for you. Not spotting you right away, I moved towards the lobby bar and peeked in. You were sitting in a booth with a gorgeous raven-haired beauty! You were sitting close beside each other and giggling together as if sharing some secret joke. I could see her hand brush your leg as she leaned close to whisper something into your ear. You blushed although you didn't push her hand away. This definitely must be Susan and she hasn't lost any of her ardor!
I moved over and slid into the booth on your other side and introduced myself, "Hi. You must be Susan. Julie has told me so much about you!"
She smiled enigmatically and replied "Hopefully all good?"
I told her most definitely and leaned in to kiss you; I could sense her nearness and could smell her intoxicating perfume as she leaned in closer to you. This could prove to be an interesting weekend indeed. Just then, a loud booming voice called from the entrance to the bar.
"Julie! Is that you, you beautiful thing you?"
Susan rolled her eyes and said something about 'that boor, Ted' as this tall well-built wall of a man ran over to our table and quite literally scooped you out of the booth into a bear hug! You weren't looking too impressed; in fact, I think you were embarrassed by the lout. I stepped forward and introduced myself with my hand outstretched forcing him to lower and release you or look even more the fool. When he learned we were together, it seemed to cool him down a bit but not much.
The next day and a half was filled with activities and tours (including one to your old high school where you showed me your locker and home room). Both Susan and Ted hung on to any group we were in and throughout the time, we learned that Ted was divorced (he had, of course, married the head cheerleader!) with no children and Susan had split up with her partner about a year ago. Both were coming on to you - no too subtly I must say - and I had mixed feelings about it. One the one hand, we had a pretty open relationship as long as we shared in the experience but on the other, I found Ted to be obnoxious and I suppose I was a little jealous as well. I didn't want to share you with him.