"Cheers, ladies!" Four glasses were simultaneously raised and gently clinked together as the old friends celebrated a lifetime of friendship. They had known each other since they were in college and had remained good friends throughout the passage of time -- even if life had taken them in four different directions and finding themselves in the same zip code together had been rare. Now, three decades later and with all the bumps and bruises inevitably experienced by nearly every person just from being a human, the quad sat together around a table once again, confident in the knowledge that each accepted the others without reservation, without judgement, and with a platonic love for each other that nothing could break.
The reunion of sorts had happened spontaneously and serendipitously. For no reason other than pure happenstance, the four found themselves back in their college town over the same weekend, and the chance to get together just developed organically. A few quick texts were exchanged and soon all found themselves huddled around a table at their favorite pub in the city for an evening of laughter, catching up, and reminiscing about their college years together -- back before the reality of adulting had hit them squarely between the eyes, and before the halcyon days of college life were behind them. Nothing had changed and yet everything had changed. No life is perfect, and as the flowing wine relaxed them, each in turn shared anecdotes about the circuitous roads that they had travelled. They each knew the general paths that the others had taken, but listened intently as their journeys were rehashed and more details revealed.
Tanya had never married. She had come close a couple of times -- the last of which ultimately resulting in the birth of her daughter. Instead of wallowing in self-pity though, she had instead embraced her circumstances and did the best she could to provide a great life for herself and for her now grown daughter who was off in the world making her own way, well-prepared to face adulthood. Tanya was tough, but inside she was still the playful soul that she had been in college. Tanya considered herself bisexual, and perhaps that had prevented her from settling down with a man. It probably was the only part of her that she had kept hidden from her sorority sisters, as the stigma associated with also being attracted to girls was still pretty strong during their college days. Being surrounded by her friends reminded her of easier times when she could discreetly play with others and focus on her own needs privately. Back when her most demanding decisions were which guy was going to have the privilege of dating her on an upcoming Saturday night, or if she would instead hook up with an unknown woman at the lesbian bar two towns away where her anonymity could be preserved.
Lori had been married three times, and the last one had ended when the jerk stepped out on her with a young slut, twenty years his junior and with major daddy issues. It was ridiculous and obvious to everyone around them that the bitch was only looking for security and attention and was more than willing to offer her youthful sexual enthusiasm to Lori's bastard ex, who was clearly too stupid to see it himself. That affair had lasted less than a year, but the damage to Lori's ego and self-esteem was crippling, and she had only recently found the inner strength to accept her new reality and to pledge that there would never be a number four who could hurt her like that. As a younger woman, Lori had always prided herself in being the hot little piece of ass that every guy wanted to fuck senselessly and had usually let them whenever asked, but being the one abandoned for the pleasures of a younger pussy had left her feeling old and inadequate. Her intimate needs were currently being cared for exclusively by a battery-operated friend that she kept in the drawer, but if asked, she would have to confess that a real cock would be a whole lot of fun to enjoy again. Recreationally only, of course.
Val's husband had died of a massive heart attack about five years prior. He had been her college sweetheart, and theirs had been a very happy marriage. No kids came of it even though they had tried for years, but she had nonetheless been left with the satisfaction of a history with him that had been emotionally and sexually fulfilling. Val had enjoyed the intimate attention of plenty of guys during her first two years of college but had decided for her own reasons to keep her virginity intact until she met her life-partner, opting instead to become legendary on campus for her superior oral skills. She had learned to confidently receive from the guys as well, and soon it was well known that a date with Val was almost certain to end with one's balls being thoroughly drained, especially if a guy was also willing to get her off first with his tongue. She had watched as her friends fucked guy after guy in college and had enjoyed listening to their late-night sexual confessions as they told all about the last dick that they had experienced, but once she had John in her life and her hymen had been broken by him, Val had remained true to him through it all. She had no idea how to start over -- not that she really wanted to. As it was for Lori, the idea of a warm, naked body to enjoy again had a certain appeal to it. She was fearful of ever putting herself back out there, however, as appealing as it was to have a new penis to enjoy.
Debbie was the only one of the three whose life had taken the more traditional path. She was married -- at least legally -- to a guy that she met right out of college, had two grown kids with successful careers, a house in the suburbs, and a labrador named Sally. Her life had been financially satisfying and peaceful, but if she were being totally honest, it was more than a little mundane. She appreciated the things that her rather uninspiring husband had provided to her but had been feeling for quite some time that a big part of her had died inside -- a detail that she hadn't shared with anyone other than him. He had gotten bored with her as well, and the two were living essentially as roommates, and neither really cared what, or who, the other was doing. She knew the marriage was over just as he did, and she had evidence that he had moved on romantically, even though they had never actually discussed it. Didn't matter. Debbie missed the fun of college life experienced with the girls, and with a generous number of guys too. Guys that her husband knew nothing about. He knew she wasn't a virgin when they met, but perhaps the body-count number that she had shared with him had been somewhat understated -- way understated! She had left those crazy poundings behind her at graduation however and relegated those fond memories to life-experiences of her past. Debbie knew that there was a whole lot more to the sexual repertoire that she had left unexplored, and given the right motivation, might be willing to step out of her comfort zone. Here with her old friends, recollections of those days of youthful indiscretion moved back to the front of her mind once again, and she wondered if that "right motivation" might show its face before the weekend was over.
Three bottles of wine shared between four women had the predictable impact, and soon their conversation had gotten sillier, louder, and a bit too explicit for polite company. But they really didn't care anymore, as tales of their sexual exploits during their college days became just too much fun to revisit. A table of dressed-to-kill coeds perched upon nearby barstools got quite the earful and soon realized that their current generation actually hadn't invented the hook-up culture like they thought they had, and that they had better get busy if they ever hoped to live up to the sexual exploits of their predecessors.
As so often happens when old friends reconnect and inhibitions are properly softened, their conversation turned to that most basic aspect of the human experience, and the rehashing of one particular college evening became as vivid in their minds as it was in their bodies all those years prior.
"I'll never forget that frat party during our sophomore year! I did things that I hadn't even known I could do! What were their names?" Tanya looked wistfully toward the ceiling. "I actually worried if my asshole would ever recover after that!" The ladies all burst out laughing, especially when they saw the shocked expressions from the coeds at the next table.
"Me too," Debbie added. "Wasn't one Cliff? And Brad, right? What was the third guy's name?"
"That would be Rich," Val added with a lusty breath. "He had the nicest cock I ever had in my mouth, and I always felt that I let him down that night!" Again, the coeds' eyes popped as they listened, and the quartet laughed even harder. "What I wouldn't give to have a chance with that one again!"
