Twenty Year Reunion Part 1

I would by lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for this day. A perfect excuse to go up to the school and walk around. Twenty years later, Jesus. How pathetic am I? Let’s not roll down that rabbit hole. I’ll probably get stuck, and it’ll be headfirst.

My twenty-year high school reunion. It’s been twenty years since I’ve seen any of these people. I wasn’t friends with them then, and I’m not friends with them now. I lost my best friend of 17 years to cancer about 8 years ago. She would have been the only one I’d be excited to see. She and I would have been hanging out this whole time though. So, I probably wouldn’t have gone.

You’re probably across town doing something constructive. Probably not even thinking about this, because why would a teacher go to a class reunion? Then again, you know this is the year that I WOULD HAVE graduated. Had I not dropped out. Do you think I’ll be there? Does the thought cross your mind? Let’s say it does. Let’s say your curiosity gets the best of you and you decide to go and make an appearance.

Speaking of appearance. Maybe I’ll get the award for who hasn’t changed in 20 years? Maybe I’ll get the reward for the fattest girl there? I mean, there were two other girls who were bigger than me, but I’m pretty sure they’ll not be there. Why would they be? If these guys were the way they were to me, God only knows how terrible the others were to them?

I still look like me. I still wear t-shirts and jeans. I still have frizzy ass hair that I know nothing about styling. I finally found a hair cut that I like, it’s an undercut. The top part is shoulder length, the bottom part is shaved. I like it, it keeps me cool at work. And, I can still put my hair in a ponytail or down if I want to. I’m still fat. Fatter than I was in high school, but I give less fucks now so that’s a good thing.

I’m educated at least. A Registered Nurse. I’m the first person in my long line of family to have a college degree and actually use it. I make good money and have a new car. Yeah, that’ll be my confidence for the evening. I’m an RN, what’s your superpower? This pandemic has put the spotlight on what badasses we are and just how crappy the staffing situation is.

I pull my hair up in a high ponytail. Throw on some blingy butt jeans, the size of my badonky donk we’ll have another disco ball on the dancefloor. At least I got some good fat jokes. This should be a gas.

I show up fashionably late and a little adrenaline going. I’ve looked at the parking lot for cars that I think might be yours. I haven’t seen you face to face in ten or more years. I knew what you drove back then. Pretty sure you were a Ford fan. Okie dokie.

I can see flashing lights in the gym, in the new activity center that was built when I was there. I’ve been to ball games there. It’s a nice place with some up high places to sit and observe the crowd before I dive in. One of my nerd acquaintances is checking invites at the door and smiles at me. I get my sticky name tag and plaster it on my right shoulder. I’ve got a low-cut shirt on in the event that you are here. My boobs are my best asset. Big, round, heavy – just like me.

I make my way into the flashing lights of the gym, seeing familiar faces. Some of the skinny girls got fat. Oh, that’s pleasing. I smile to myself. I’m salty. Oh look, an open bar. Amaretto Sour should start the night off good. Only one, I have to drive 60 miles back home after this event. I sip my drink and let my eyes adjust to the dark room. Where are the stairs to go up high?

I waddle across the dancefloor saying a few hellos to familiar faces. Make my way up the stairs. The music is good, from the years of our high school. The DJ looks familiar but I’m not sure who it is. I’m sipping my drink and I see you walk in. Holy shit! You’re here.

You’re handsome as I remember. Yes, the age has gathered around your eyes. You were older than me back in the day by quite a few years. You still are. I expect it. You smile and shake hands with some of my former classmates. You’re looking around smiling and talking to almost everyone. You were really well liked.

I sit still in my perch up high. I’m in the dark, no way you will see me up here. That’s both a good thing and a bad thing. How can I shoot my shot if I’m up here and you are down there? How can you properly reject me if I don’t put myself in your periphery? Then again, how much do I want you to see how chunky I am right now? That I still wear jeans? That my hair is still just as frizzy and messy as it always was, but is shorter now.

You walk over to the bar area and grab a soda. You lean on the bar looking around at the people mingling and talking at different tables. Are you looking for something? Your eyes search up high right past where I’m sitting. My adrenaline spikes as your eyes stop on me looking at you for a split second. There’s no way you saw me. The lights are in your eyes. I’m in the dark.

You verify that you didn’t see me by walking away from the bar and talking to another instructor who showed up. You have your back to me thoroughly engaged in conversation. My muscles lock and unlock. Should I run down there and put myself in your vision? Should I stay here and observe? What if you leave before I can say hi? Then it’s meant to be, I tell myself.

The music shuts off and one of my classmates appears on the stage. He’s welcoming everyone to the reunion, making jokes like he typically would. I laugh as he talks about different things our class was known for. Different people who he knows, he brings attention to what they’re doing now.

I get a text message from a patient, I send her a reply and go back to watching our MC talking. He introduced the DJ, uh huh – I knew that I knew him! I make a mental note to go say hi to him in a while. I search the crowd for your face again and find that you have moved. I don’t see you and feel my heart drop.

The lights go back down and the music comes up. I put my feet up on the bleachers in front of me and finish my drink. The ice rattles in the glass as I swirl it around. My phone lights up again with another text message. I answer it and put my phone back away. In the dim light up top, my screen made my pupils adjust so I can’t see.

“You can’t see much from up here,” your voice startles me. I jump and look in the direction from which it came. You are sitting beside me. My face involuntarily smiles and my eyes light up, “hey!”

Your dark brown eyes run over my figure, “how are you?”

I shiver under the intensity of your gaze, “I’m fine. How are you?”

“Good,” you smile at me and scoot closer, “I was wondering if you were going to be here.”

I nodded, “it was a toss up. Wasn’t sure if I would come or not.”

A devious grin spread slowly through your entire being, “you did. And you can if you so choose.”

So much for being forward. My jaw drops open at the blunt inference you’ve just made. I’m almost scared at how intense you are looking at me.

You close the distance between us and take my face in your hands, taking advantage of my jaw dropped. Your tongue slides into my mouth as you groan. I lean into the kiss, putting my hand tentatively on your shoulder.

One of your hands slides around the back of my head to hold my face to yours. You’re not letting me move away from you or stop this kiss any time soon. My body responds to your kiss and aches to be closer to you.

You pull away smiling, “have you had enough of this reunion?”

My silent smile is enough for you. You lead me by the hand down the bleachers and to the door. We have caught the attention of some of my former classmates. I don’t really care. My feet are not even touching the ground right now. I float to your car beside you.

You parked beside me. I’ll drive my car across town to your house. You take my keys, you think not. I might change my mind. I lean into you and try to lean up for a kiss as if to show you that no – I’ll not change my mind. You look down stern at me and grab my little pony tail, “do as you are told and get in the car.”

I’d always fantasized about you being dominant over me. Not giving me a choice as to whether or not I go with you. Removing any doubt in my mind that I will belong to you tonight. I’m biting my lip and staring into your intense brown eyes.

You open my car door and shut it behind me. I watch your tall frame walk around the car. You get in, as soon as the dome lights turn off, you reach for me. Your large hand cradling my head again, your hot tongue forcing my lips open in a hard kiss. My panties are already soaked and we’re still in the parking lot.

Your handsome face still as handsome as you were twenty years ago. The age around your eyes and grey in your hair make you look more distinguished. You’ve lost some weight since I last saw you, your shoulders are still just as broad and sexy, “seatbelt.”

You start the car and off we go. I don’t even know what you are driving, other than driving me wild with desire. I watch your eyes watching traffic, strong hands on the steering wheel. You put your hand on the arm rest, I put my hand on top of yours. You smile and glance at me. We’re heading directly to your house.

I run my thumb across the back of your hand, trying to memorize the way your hand feels. A smile plays at the corner of your mouth. You put your hand on my leg and squeeze gently. My breath draws in quickly and I squeeze my legs together. I hear what sounds like a low growl coming from you.

I run my hands up your arm multiple times between your wrist and your elbow. I feel the muscles flex under my touch. I hear an unmistakable growl from you this time. You like the sensations I’m giving you. And the feeling is mutual.

We get to your house, and you black out the car pulling into the driveway. I unfasten my seatbelt and reach for the door handle, but you have it open before I can do it. You pull me out of the car up against you. The door shuts and the car locks. We walk as one up on the porch and into your house.

You’ve unlocked the door, pulled me in, and locked it behind us. You push me back against the door, leaning into me. A primal growl comes from within your chest as you capture both of my hands in one of yours. Of course, you are stronger than me. I know you work out still. Your dark eyes appraise me from head to toe, I shiver lightly under your scrutiny. You look into my eyes with what looks like a combination of love, lust, and hate. You lean in to kiss me but stop short of my lips. I look at you quizzically, you smile and divert your lips to my neck just below my jaw. Perfect teeth align and bite roughly on my skin. Not rough enough to draw blood, but rough enough to leave their mark. I whimper and my legs go weak momentarily. I realize you have never heard me make that sound before. As your student, there was no situation in which I wound make that sound. Now, as your captive prey – I have the feeling you’ll be hearing a lot of sounds like this. I want to hear your moans and groans and sighs of pleasure too. The strength of your body pressing me against the door tells me I’ll have ample opportunity.

You let go of me, you move away from me and turn to walk away. I regain my composure and look around. I’m spooked by your dominance and scared by how aroused I am at being captive. I begin to wonder if this was a good idea. I should have driven up here.

You walk down a dark hallway, giving me time to regret my decisions and think about my life up to this point. Do I turn, unlock the door, and run out into the night? Do I follow you down the dark hallway and surrender to you like I’ve fantasized about multiple times?

I look at the door lock next to me. My adrenaline says yes, do it. I unlock the door as quietly as I can. You heard the click as I hear your footsteps coming towards me. I manage to get the door open and have made it to the porch. My eyes don’t have time to adjust to the dark because I hear the door open behind me.

The steps to the porch are not where I thought they were, and I run into the wall that borders your porch. It hits me right above my knees and I bend over. You’ve caught me. You grind your hips hard into me and grab my hands. I stand up straight with fear. You’re mad, I can feel it rolling off of you.

You open the door and push me back through it. I walk several steps into the house and lean into the wall. My heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal. I can’t deny that I want you, no matter how scared I am. I hear the door lock and the chain on the door locks. I’m here now.

You grab the back of my neck with one hand and turn me to face you. The emotions on your face are evident. Annoyance, frustration, lust, and amusement. Aren’t we just a couple of mixed drinks? You push me into the wall this time. Your knee between my legs, your lips crush into mine. A quiet way of warning me not to run again.

Oh, I won’t run again. I’m so fucking hot for you right now, all I want to do is undress and give you every part of me. My hands run up your chest and around your neck. You walk me backwards down the hallway towards a bedroom.