Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... I asked.

She explained. "I dated him once in high school. He tried to get me drunk so he could take advantage of me and wound up getting plastered himself. As I recall, I left him sleeping in his car and hitched a ride home from the dance with a girlfriend."

I laughed, hearing her memory of a date from hell.

Marsha continued. "Now he comes up to me like we're long lost friends. When he shook my hand, he fingered my palm with his middle finger."

I thought it was a relatively smooth move. Scott told my wife that if she were so inclined, he'd be a willing partner in an affair. He probably wanted to make up for missing the chance to pound his stiff cock into her tight little pussy and jumped at a second shot.

So Marsha had run into a long-lost friend, and I scanned the room to see any sign of my long-lost love.

Marsha and I moved about for another five minutes or so, then I suggested. "Why don't we find our table and have a seat."

She agreed, and as we moved out of the mingling crowd toward the tables, I found her. Sam had made it to our reunion and sat at a table three or four from ours. She was talking to a woman who also wore a name badge, obviously engrossed in conversation with her.

As we reached table fourteen, I kept looking toward Sam, hoping she'd look my way.

"Here we are," I said, finding a folded card containing my name between two place settings on the table.

Lucky for me, our seats faced where Sam was sitting, and as I slid her chair ...

... in under Marsha, Sam looked in our direction.

Her face instantly lit up, a broad smile coming to her lips. It warmed my heart as always, but this time, along with the warmth her smile brought me, I could feel it pounding a little faster.

I smiled back at my longest friend as she rose from her chair and excused herself from the woman she was talking to.

In the few seconds it took her to walk toward us, my memories of her flashed through my mind. She looked incredible. Her shorter blond hair teased sexily around her lovely face. Her eyes still sparkled just as they had every time I stared into them. The years had been kind to Sam, her slim figure and perky breasts, as I remembered. She wore a lovely pink dress, which was probably shorter than any I'd seen her wear in school, and as I did back then, I seized the opportunity to check out her great legs.

"Paul!" Sam exclaimed as she neared, extending both arms.

"Hi, Sam," I replied as she gathered me in her arms and hugged me closely. Her soft body pressed against me as her hands curved over my shoulders.

Sam nuzzled her chin into my shoulder and said. "I'm so glad you've come."

Sam moved back, as I said. "It's wonderful to see you."

Then, remembering Marsha was there, I added. "Sam, I want you to meet my wife Marsha."

Marsha smiled and extended her delicate hand. "Marsha, this is Samantha. One of my dearest friends from school."

I kept my hand around Sam's waist as the only two women I've ever loved ...