Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... the incredible-looking woman on my arm.

Two familiar faces were seated at a long folding table just inside the entrance. They were the Peterson twins. While they shared the same birthday, they are not identical twins, and as I recall, their personalities were very different in high school. Amy was thinner than Jessica; her prim and proper attitude always landed her on the honor roll. Jessica, on the other hand, was the free spirit of the two, and her wardrobe of short miniskirts and tight-fitting tops usually landed her on her back. Jessica was the most popular of the twins. The years had been more friendly to Amy, who had developed into a lovely woman. Jessica looked a bit worn; her eyes creased at the corners with deep crow feet and perhaps an additional thirty pounds on her once very healthy frame.

"Paul?" Jessica said as Marsha and I approached the table.

"Hiya Jess," I replied. Her smile acknowledged that she was happy I'd remembered her name.

Amy thumbed through a stack of printed name tags and handed me one that carried my name. "You'll be at table fourteen, Paul," Amy said.

"This is my wife, Marsha," I said, introducing them. "Amy and Jessica Peterson," I added.

Marsha smiled and said hello to them both, then took my name badge and peeled it off the backer, pasting it just above my breast pocket.

"I'm glad I don't have to wear one of these," Marsha remarked.

"Take care, girls," I said to the twins, knowing I'd probably not be talking to them ...

... again that evening.

As we walked deeper into the crowd, more than a few faces seemed familiar, but names didn't come as quickly as looks, and I was happy about the name badges each classmate wore. Moving through the gathering, I kept my hand resting comfortably on Marsha's back, occasionally giving a gentle squeeze to let her know I'd be squeezing more later.

Marsha asked. "Can we get a drink?"

"Of course," I replied, directing her movement toward the bar.

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked.

"JD and water for me and a gin and tonic for the lady," I said, knowing Marsha's favorite before-meal cocktail.

"Can I have two limes, please," Marsha asked.

The barkeep smiled and said. "Anything for such a lovely lady." His eyes roamed over Marsha's exposed cleavage while he mixed our drinks.

I lay a twenty on the bar as he worked. "It's an open bar until dinner," he remarked.

That explained the high cost of this affair, and I replaced the twenty with a five as a tip for his excellent service and for making my wife feel good about herself.

As Marsha and I moved about reintroducing myself to those classmates, I recognized I kept a keen eye peeled for any sign of Sam, and most of the men kept a keen eye directed to the sexy woman I accompanied.

"We having fun yet?" I whispered in Marsha's ear.

She smiled and gave me a quick kiss, then said, "I always have fun with you."

I was getting reacquainted with Rick Hillman, who was captain of our golf team ...