The High School Reunion

It’s immaterial that I used to have a crush on this nerdy girl and that she’s looking hotter than I remember and positively sexy in a tight red dress that’s wrapped snug around her petite torso and comes down only mid-thigh. I’m just blithely blabbering and she’s nodding along to what I’m saying same as everyone else has been, asking little questions, keeping me talking.

Chelsea’s a cheap date

“I mean...” The solution is so obvious, I can’t help but feel I’m being manipulated into it. Yet I let it happen, maybe I want it to happen. “I haven’t eaten, either. Take a raincheck on your birthday dinner with Tom, grab some grub with me?” Delight blooms on her face like she’s never heard a better idea in her life. “Oh yes, can I, Zak? I’m a cheap date.” She grabs her cozy red hoodie, zips it up to her collar. “It’s not a date.” But she ignores this.

I got dumped

Was Chloe flirting with me throughout all that? I don’t know, I’m oblivious to that sort of thing. Chloe did give me a rather big hug when she first met up with us, “Sorry, Mike, it sucks. She was your only real relationship, wasn’t she?” and maybe it was Chloe’s foot under the table at Maxwell’s that kept rubbing against mine?

Selena so cool

Selena like me is not a part of Brad’s clique, but how she became welcome amongst them is no mystery -- she is so exceedingly cool she’d be welcome literally anywhere, and that’s before you even mention that’s she’s so, so hot. My confusion is that she came here in the first place, deigning to waste her night with the merely popular like Brad and Veronica and Trevor, not to mention a reed like me. Her presence among us is a goddess descending from Olympus to slum it with crude mortals.

Autumn

She grabs a can, sits down cross-legged on the grass next to me. Her eyes are bright and her eyeliner dark, and she’s got this goofy, silly grin that rests on her lips. “I don’t know about your money woes, but I doubt your love woes could be worse than mine.”

Mrs Simmons

Mrs Simmons is gorgeous. Laying out face down on my massage table, her body is on full display, naked and uncovered by the modesty towel that most people opt for even if it isn’t technically required. And she’s tall, her tan skin smooth and sleek and glistening from the workout she’s just completed, from the warm and humid air pumping into my small studio, from the massage oils I’ve been rubbing in. And her muscles are tight, toned, weary from exercise but practiced by years of training, an intense lifetime regimen of fitness. Her ass is incredible, her tits are the tits I wish I had on my own chest.

Melissa

“Dude, high school... was she hot?” I pause in my searching to give Nick a good glare. “I haven’t seen her since graduation, like, fifteen years ago. And we weren’t all that super close back then, either. She’s probably old and fat and bald now, like you, up to her ass in babies.” I chew my cheek. “But yes, she was so hot back then. Spent a lot of lonely nights thinking about her.”

Mom’s Friend Mary, Chapter 2

These words, coming from him, they’re ridiculous and I almost laugh. But instead I find myself moaning from his fingers touching me, making me wet. I’m thirsty for more of it, and I bend at the waist, my face pressed up against the racks where I keep all my shoes, my butt pushed out and into his grip. I step out of my pants, high heeled feet parting. I can feel my arousal swelling fast and strong, eager to be sated.

Mom’s Friend Mary

I have never been in a bathroom this nice. First off, it’s huge, with high ceilings. Brightly lit with two skylights and a big picture window overlooking the backyard and lights built-in behind the mirror and along what appears to be a makeup bench and near the carpeted dressing area and over the large bathtub with jets in it and all throughout the shower, there’s no dark corner in the space. And despite its size, the pink marble and soft pale ceramics and plush mats and towels and seashells on the walls keep it warm and homey.

The Beach Resort

Because maybe a minute later I feel someone’s hand on my bare thigh. I frown, see it’s the girl’s. It must be an accident, and I wait for her to correct. But I wait and wait and the hand lingers until I have to pick it up and give it back to the girl. But a minute later it’s back, a strangely intimate touch from a total stranger.