High School Reunion (Audio Script)

Stories

“I can tell that the years that have passed since we graduated, have been kind to us all…in one way or another. Well, except for maybe that guy who just lost his drink! Enough from me. Thank you all for attending. Let’s kick this high school reunion in the next gear. ”

Afterdark party. Rammed full and crowded. Everyone packed in to celebrate. A heady mix of alcohol and perfume fills the air. It’s your scent that I smell, though. The delicate floral musk wafts around the room. It tempts me. Calls to me. Just like when we were in high school, only then I hadn’t realized what my attraction to you meant. It’s hard to believe that we used to be school friends. Young and naive. Nervous to act. Now thrown together once again as adults. All those emotions are still bubbling below the surface. I can still picture you standing there, your skirt barely covering your ass. The way you’d look over at me and grin. There was a need in your eyes, a need I see now as I watch you… across the room. You’re not wearing a uniform anymore. The schoolgirl looks gone, but what you wear now is even more enticing. It clings to every curve, drawing me in. Every wiggle of your ass. Every sway of your hips. You intoxicate me more than before…and you know it.

As I move towards you, a smile flickers across your face. Is this what you’ve always wanted? You know I’m coming for you. To finally say everything I didn’t say before. The room is heaving. Faces I recognise and those I don’t smile and nod as I pass them by. But then I’m in front of you. Our eyes meet. Tension enough to suffocate. My heart hammering in my chest… as I take in how stunning you look. I can see the way you grin at me. Opening my mouth to talk, you shake your head and point to your ears. It’s noisier here than before.

I lean towards you, my mouth inches from your earlobe. Your perfume fills my nostrils. The way your breath hitches as I come close is the sexiest sound. I almost don’t want to speak and break the spell.

“Hey. Long time no see.”

“You look wonderful.”

My breath tickles your skin. Those kissable lips of yours curl at the edges as you turn to look at me. This is the closest we’ve been in years. The distance between us is so small, I can almost taste your lips on mine. You part them. Slowly teasing me. Opening your mouth, you go to respond. But before you can, I press a finger to your lips. The touch is electrifying and brief. Warmth spreading throughout my body. Hazily, I grin at you, as I wrap my hand around yours. Your soft skin is hot like mine. The two of us burning for each other. I’ve waited so long for you. I refuse to wait anymore.

Your footsteps hurry behind me. My pace, quick and urgent. Behind me, I can hear you panting lightly. I’d wanted to wait for a more private spot, away from prying eyes. But hearing you breathless has my body aching. I turn and back you up against the wall. Your pants turning into giggles as you grin at me. There’s a thousand ways I’ve played this moment in my head but now you’re in front of me. All I can do is…my mouth rushes to meet yours. Your lips crash against mine as our warm skin meets. You taste incredible. You feel incredible. My tongue slides between your open mouth and tangles with your own. You taste of red wine, rich and full flavored. I want to drink you down and take you in.

My body presses more deeply against you. One of my legs nestles between your parted thighs, your dress riding up as you curve around me. Even fully clothed we fit together perfectly. But it still isn’t enough. I can have the taste of your mouth on my tongue. But until I feel your wetness coating my fingers, your walls tightening around me. Our lips still connected, still searching, I roam every inch of you with my hands. Every line of you is elegant and soft. Your body welcomes me. Calls to me. The way the neckline of your dress delicately teases the curve of your breasts, your chest visibly hard underneath. I snake my hands up your waist [and] to your chest, massaging you through your clothes.

The moans that escape your lips overwhelm my senses. Against the palms of my hands, your chest grow harder. I can’t take it anymore.I pull at your dress, the straps spilling from your shoulders and down your arms. Peeling away more of it from your body, I sigh at how breathtaking you are. How your breasts slip out from under the fabric and into my hands. I press myself close to you again. My lips leave a trail of kisses and playful nibbles along your neck and collarbone. All the way to your breasts. I pause for a moment. There’s an agonizing moment of anticipation. Then I encase your chest with my warm, wet mouth. You groan loudly as my tongue swirls around your sensitive flesh. I can feel your back arch away from the wall as your body bends to meet my mouth. You’re trying to pour yourself into me. My mouth begging you to let me devour every inch of you. As I begin to suck[le] on your chest, your body lightly grinds against me. My free hand travels down your body to the hem of your dress. Eager fingers fumble as I push and roll the fabric up. My hand dipping below the fabric to the soft mound between your thighs.

Lace momentarily blocks the way. It doesn’t hinder me for long. I tug the underwear to one side and slide a couple of my fingers beneath the material and to your lips. I slide my fingers between your lips, opening you up to me. I can smell you. Your natural scent. It’s more alluring than anything I’ve ever smelt. I rhythmically stroke my finger back and forth against the cleft of your pussy. Your wetness seeping through with every movement. The second I feel you, I know your hunger matches my own. We’re ravenous. I delve deeper, my fingers savouring the wet warmth of your pussy. Your moans come faster now. Your hips grinding more deeply against me as I rub and massage. Rotating my hand to face downwards, I use my thumb to rub your clit. Every nerve ending exploding as I trace patterns against your skin...my fingers curve inward to push inside you.

The very tips of them coaxing goosebumps on your flesh. As I enter you, your walls flex around me. Your body tense and on fire as I push them in. Inch by inch. As I fill you with both fingers, your pussy clenches around me. You gasp and writhe against me.

“You feel incredible...”

You purr and whimper in response. Those coy sounds soon turn to deeper moans as I curl my fingers to stroke you. I can feel you crumble around me. Every slight movement. Every twist and turn of my fingers. You become more undone. Your legs flex and buckle. Those sensual hips squirming and grinding as you rub against the palm of my hand. Flicking my tongue against your chest once more. You moan a breathy and inaudible sentence.

“So good. You make me feel so fucking good.”

As I look up and take in your flushed cheeks, hazy eyes, and tousled hair, I can’t help but grin. You’re a masterpiece. Chaotic and free. Rising up, I keep my hand pressed against you and my fingers firmly inside your tight, silky walls. Our mouths collide more feverishly than before. Your eyes locked onto mine.

“I've wanted you for so long...”

Even before I can finish, your mouth takes mine once more. Your breathless urgency tells me that you feel the same. I roll and curl my fingers faster. My nose pressed against yours. Our bodies glued together, your legs shaking. Both of us rigid, and yearning for your release. My strokes become deeper, opening you up further. Allowing me to explore every inch of you. To feel your wetness coat my palm, to feel you teeter on the edge of euphoria. I feel you convulse, your whole body is quaking against me. It’s the look in your eyes that takes my breath away. The way your eyes glaze over and roll with each wave of ecstasy...how your lashes flutter, your pupils dilating as you ride out your climax.

The stillness that surrounds us both is heavy but satisfying. There’s a heat to it that speaks of lust and desire, but of affection too. Finally, you open your eyes and peer into mine. Your cheeks still flushed, your vision swimming, but you’re wearing a look of pure elation. Both of us grin widely. I lean in and plant a soft kiss on your lips.

“You were worth the wait.”

The two of us now giggle like schoolgirls as we try to regain our composure. In the near distance, a door opens. Every now and again you look at me and smile. The blush of your cheeks, so wonderfully pink. Your eyes twinkle with mischief, and relief.