Ten Years Gone — An Erotic Reunion (3 page)

I gasped as she showed me what I’d been waiting to see since I was a teenager. Her breasts were magnificent, as full and firm in their natural state as I had always guessed, as I had always remembered in all my dreams. Her swollen nipples were chocolate-cherry dark in the pale light, her skin smooth and moist, but with a faint flush that spoke to the passion in her as strong as it was in me. As I dropped to my knees, I tasted that skin, licking a salty sweetness from her as I found each of her nipples with my tongue in turn.

“
I’ve dreamed about this,” I whispered as I came up for air. “I’ve dreamed this for so long.” She had her breasts held firm in both hands, pressing them close for me to lose myself in.

“
You’re not dreaming anymore,” she whispered back. “I waited for you.”

We stripped off the rest of our clothing in a frenzy that I don’t remember. She grabbed towels from the shelf, tossing them to cover the floor at our feet. We stood naked before each other, her smile radiant as her eyes strayed across me. Her gaze lingered down below, my cock as huge and hard as it had ever been. She licked her lips as her hands found my chest, stroking down and around in small circles, but not getting any closer to my sex.

“
You can touch it,” I said with a smile, and she did. As her hands wrapped me softly, I felt a shudder twist through her. My cock was throbbing, pulsing beneath her gentle touch. I moaned as my gaze took in every part of her, her breasts hanging pendulous and perfect, her narrow waist and flat belly pointing the way to the shadowed cleft between her legs. Her pussy was trimmed tight from the sides and top but left long around her slit. That delicious strip of mahogany curls was calling my name.

Without a word, without needing to talk at all, I motioned her to the bench. She sat and spread, and then I was between her legs and eating her like a starving man. She was wetter than I ever could have imagined, the pink inner labia of her dark pussy dripping as I licked her. Each touch of my tongue on her pulsing clit sent a shiver through her, so that I pressed her harder, faster each time until she was shuddering uncontrollably as she held tight to my head.

When she couldn’t take any more, she pushed me away forcefully, gasping for breath as I licked the taste of her sweet slit from my lips. She slid to the floor, spinning around to wrap my head with her legs. And as she pushed her crotch down onto my face, I felt her lips wrap my cock like the touch of softest velvet.

I had to eat her hard to keep myself from screaming. My mouth was clamped to her, sucking her entire pubic mound at once to muffle my cries as she fellated me. I was blind with pleasure, conscious only of the rhythmic thrust of her hips against me, and the musky scent of her sweet pussy as it drenched me, and the slow strokes of her mouth as she swallowed my rigid dick.

At some point, she came, her low groans building to a fever pitch that I felt shivering through my erection. I had to push her off me when she was done, her firm thighs clamped to me so fiercely that I was struggling to breathe. So she swung around, twisting herself around my erection without it ever leaving her mouth. I got to watch her then, and the thrill of seeing my purple-hard cock slip between those dark lips was enough to almost bring me to the brink then and there.

Like she sensed that, she slowed, taking her time as she tongued me. She was laughing, grinning, delirious with the carnal hunger that kept her working me top to bottom, then back again. Starting with my balls, she sucked and licked gently, her tongue climbing my shaft in slow circles that eventually found the tight sleeve of my foreskin and slipped within.

The feeling as she peeled me was indescribable. Her hand was at my balls now, squeezing hard as she took me back into her mouth full on. She was open wide, her lips stretched around me to take my girth. I felt my head hit bottom so quickly at the back of her mouth, but then she kept going, pushing gently. Moaning as she forced herself onto me.

I screamed as I came. I had never felt an orgasm come upon me so quickly, with so little warning. I heard her choke as I shot, the pressure feeling like it was pushing me out of her mouth, though that was really her hands driving me back. I don’t remember the last time I shot so long or so hard, gleaming tracks of cum streaking her face and her breasts as she licked my whiteness from her lips with a smile.

But then I saw the smile break just a bit as she slid down to the floor beside me, embracing me as she grabbed a towel to wipe her face.

“
I’m sorry,” she whispered as she cleaned herself. “I wanted to wait. I’m sorry.” But in her voice, there was more than apology. Uncertainty? Guilt?

“
It’s okay,” I said. I was still fully erect, and assuming that with a little bit of stimulation, I would stay that way. However, the emotional cost of my orgasm had drained me completely, leaving me fighting to breathe. “I just need a minute,” I said.

“
It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

I got to watch her rise above me, her magnificent breasts jiggling as she stood. I got to watch her run the towel over her firm body once more, then drop it to tent across my still-hard cock.

I couldn’t move, just lying there as I heard the door to the bathroom stall click shut. I tried to take stock. I tried to actually process what had just happened. I felt more alive than I ever had, more buoyant, more full of the energy of life than I had in long years. Ten years, to be exact. This was a miracle. This was a dream come true, in the most literal sense of all those words.

I heard the click of the stall again behind me.

“
Hey,” I said. My heart was still beating fast. I tried to muster the energy to sit up.

Then I heard the deadbolt and the door.

By the time I struggled to my feet, she was gone. The red dress, the shoes, the purse had been collected as she slipped to the stall. She had changed and gone.

I was frantic as I dressed. I couldn’t think. I was unable suddenly to process any of what was going on, so that it seemed for a time like this might be a dream in its own right. But the ache in my cock and the taste of her pussy as I quickly washed my face told the real story. I checked myself in the mirror, struggling to hand-comb my hair before I fled.

Beyond the staff door, the foyer had filled with even more people, so that scanning the crowd meant having to press through it. Even as I did, though, my mind registered the complete absence of the telltale combination of red silk and dark skin in the crowd. The auditorium was the likely place to look, but I was flustered by the number of other doors within line of sight that she might have disappeared through.

I pushed forward, trying to keep my composure. Trying to look around me with a casualness that belied the pounding of my heart.

And then I saw her. Mareta.

I wouldn’t have recognized her, not without the nametag she was in the process of pinning to the sheer white cocktail dress she wore. It set off the cocoa-butter tones of her skin nicely, her features softened somewhat by time but still familiar. Her hair was short, gone back to the tight curls she had only rarely worn as a teenager.

“
Mareta…” I must have said it louder than I’d intended, watching her turn back toward me from a dozen feet away. Her eyes met mine blankly, glancing down to my lapel in search of the nametag that wasn’t there.

“
Hi,” she said, leaving the word hanging. Waiting for me to tell her who I was.

“
Jason,” I said. Only then did I see a flicker of recognition in her eyes. Recognition, but nothing else.

“
Jason,” she said. “Wow, you look great. It’s so nice to see you again.”

The smile Mareta gave me was as false, as empty as anything I’d ever felt before. I took her in at a glance, feeling a kind of focus come over me as I drew on the strength of all the dreams, all the memories. In my mind, I placed all the images of the girl I had lusted after over top of the woman who stood in front of me of now. The perfect C-cup breasts that had I spilled a thousand imaginary cum shots onto had morphed into melon-like Ds, the obvious and artificial signs of surgery lifting them abnormally and unattractively high. Her eyeliner, blush, and lipstick were professionally applied to an excess that drained all the life from her face.

I caught the look in her eyes that told me I had stared just a moment too long.

“
Well,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you later.” And without bothering to wait for a response, Mareta was gone.

Part Four

I stood in shock for a while. At the fourth or fifth “Excuse me” as people pressed past me on their way to the auditorium, I stumbled back toward the wall, turning from the crowd and past the main tables.

A guy I thought I might have vaguely remembered from junior year chess club caught my eye as I passed. “Hey, don’t forget your name tag, dude,” he called, but I just shook my head as I stumbled past.

The woman I’d met hadn’t worn a name tag. It was a too-obvious thought, twisting in my mind as I stumbled out the doors to the parking lot and toward my car. A thought that might have come to me a lot sooner if not for how badly my mind had been compromised by the dreams. All the empty shadows taking the place of reason, making it impossible to focus. The other woman, looking so much like Mareta that she filled that space in my memory in a heartbeat. The woman who knew how I felt about Mareta, to an apparently greater degree than Mareta did herself.

I saw her standing beside the Lexus. She was in the red dress but wore no jacket, arms wrapped tight around herself against the chill. I felt a different kind of chill twist through me, even as a familiar thickening rooted in my groin at the memory of being against her, inside her, tasting her.

Where she watched me from the shadows, Mareta’s younger sister Kim smiled. She’d been crying, her face wet where she wiped at it with the back of one arm.

“
I’m sorry,” she said. “That wasn’t right.”

“
No. It was…” I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to sum up what I was feeling right now. I stared at her, recognizing her now and immediately for who she was. The differences between Kim and her sister were so obvious even when she and I had dated, that I realized exactly how desperately and completely the fantasies of the last ten years had taken over my mind. Making me see Mareta in that first desperate moment because I’d forgotten how to look for anyone else.

“
Why?” I said, because the question was all I had.

“
Because I’ve thought about you pretty much all the last ten years. And because I’m the facilities manager at the rec center, and when I saw on the reunion guest list that you were coming, I knew you were coming for her. And all I could think about was how much I wished it was me instead.”

I stepped up to where she stood. She was shivering, her nipples thrust up against the sheer silk of her dress. As my glance strayed down and past, I saw the faint sheen of wetness kissing the inside of her thighs. Suddenly realizing how stupidly I was staring, I keyed the car locks as I pulled my jacket off and set it over her shoulders.

“
You should get in. You’re freezing.”

Kim did as I suggested, shutting the door as I numbly walked around to slip in the driver’s side. I started the car and cranked the heat, both of us sitting in silence, just staring out the windshield as the engine warmed up.

“
She was messing with you pretty much all through high school,” Kim said at last. I heard her voice as if from a distance, forcing myself to turn to her. Not because I was afraid to look, I realized, but because I couldn’t stop thinking now about how beautiful she was. Tonight and ten years ago.

Ten years gone now. I couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid I was.

“
She was keeping you around because you had the cool car and apparently had no problem doing her homework for her. She used to talk about how easy you were to string along. Flash a little cleavage, accidentally run her hand along your thigh as she was sitting down beside you. She said that when she sensed you getting close to actually trying for her, she’d tell you how much she wanted you to try, and it would knock you right back.”

The car was parked a few spaces down from a tower light whose cool gleam filtered through the tinted windows. Shadow danced across Kim’s features as she turned to look at me. And under the weight of her gaze, I felt a sudden shifting in the field of memories that were the foundations of the last ten years of my life. I heard them crack, saw them begin to fall.

“
That… makes sense.”

“
She was banging Rob Fitzgerald all the time up till prom. When, apparently, he dumped her because she balked at the idea of doing a gangbang with him and the rest of the front four. She kept him secret because she knew our dad would tear his neckless head right off. Dad liked you, though.”

“
You seem to have a very wide-ranging knowledge of your sister’s personal life.”

“
Yeah. I read her diary, because that’s what little sisters do, right? I kind of thought you’d figure all that stuff out at some point. I was hoping you asking me out when you were in senior year meant you had figured it out. Some of it, anyway.”

“
No,” was all I could say. I turned away from her, staring to the darkness outside my side window. And like she could hear the sound of the collapse of everything I was and had ever been, Kim leaned in close to me across the console. She took my head in her hands, forcing me to turn back toward her. She looked me in the eye.