Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... replied, feeling my heart pounding and glowing from her heartwarming smile.

"Paul, I thought your wife felt slightly threatened by my presence earlier. I don't want to cause problems between you and her, so if you think it could, I'll keep my distance," Sam offered, obviously detecting the same challenge I detected in Marsha's question earlier.

There was no way I would lose the opportunity to express my true feelings for her finally, and to be quite honest; I could hardly wait for that one dance she requested, so I replied. "No way, Sam. I love Marsha very much, but we have so much catching up to do, and who knows when we'll ever get a chance again," I said.

Sam's heartwarming smile acknowledged that she agreed. "I'm so happy you're here," she whispered.

"What'll ya have?" The barkeep asked as the couple in front of me moved aside.

I ordered another round for Marsha and me and slipped him another five-dollar tip. "Thanks very much," he said, placing our drinks on the small bar.

As I reached to pick them up, Sam's delicate hand touched mine. "I can't wait for you to hold me in your arms," she whispered, letting me know how much she was also looking forward to what could be our last dance together.

I returned to our table to find Janet and Marsha deep in conversation about their respective families, comparing photos of their kids and talking about how hard it was to cut the apron strings when they reached maturity.

"Look how pretty Rick and Janet's ...

... daughter is," Marsha said, handing me a photo of a stunning young woman dressed in a black sweater wearing a single strand of pearls.

Some things never change. I remember not long after I received the invitation for this reunion, I dug out my yearbook and leafed through the senior photo section. Every girl wore a black sweater and a single strand of pearls.

"Her senior photo?" I asked, handing the picture back to Janet.

"Yes, two years ago. She'll be a junior at Cal State this fall." Janet said.

Marsha again said. "She gorgeous." Which was putting it mildly.

"This is our son Rick Jr," Janet said, handing me a photo of her son.

"He graduated in June and enlisted in the Marines," Janet remarked.

Rick added. "Just like his old man. But he'll fight his battles in the desert instead of a fricking jungle."

Rick was one of those classmates who headed for Vietnam after school, but by his choosing since, at the time, drafted young men went into the Army exclusively.

"My lottery number was two eighty-six," I remarked, knowing Rick would recall the system used to pick those who would be drafted.

"One o three," Rick answered, explaining his enlistment in the Marines.

He continued. "I figured if I were going to Nam, I'd get the best training possible, so I joined the Corp. Besides, I got to play some pretty interesting golf courses while on r and r in Okinawan."

Wait staff started moving between the tables, delivering the first course of our meal. The usual ...