The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... things would pan out quite the way we hoped for in that moment. j

In my head I could hear Simple Mind's "Don't You Forget About Me" as we turned the corner and made our way to the bus stop, together.

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Epilogue - Danielle Deja Vu

It was Autumn 2020 and I was now 35 years old. I hadn't seen or spoken to Danielle since she moved to college nineteen years ago. We'd texted back and forth and had initially contrived ways I might be able to visit her, but it never happened and after a while the texting petered out, as I always suspected it would. When Facebook became a thing a few years later I'd looked her up. She was working in a salon in the same town she'd moved to, but I couldn't tell much else - Kara seemed to be living in London. I sent Danielle a friend request thinking I would send her a message to see how she was, she accepted the request but in the end I didn't know what to say so didn't.

For my part, I'd moved on too. I graduated uni with a computing degree and worked in IT for a bit but got bored of that. Then I decided to retrain as a airline pilot and ended up working for an operator outside the UK, moving to the to the city where they were based. I didn't think of Danielle and Kara often - life was busy - but I always kept the DVD Kara had made. More out of sentimentality than for the purposes of sexual gratification.

Also through Facebook I found out that my old school was organising a building tour for former pupils before it was being torn down. ...

... A brand new building had been constructed on the playing fields of the existing site, and now the old building was being demolished. My roster had me down for a few days of leave so I decided to travel back to reminisce and maybe catch up with some old friends or teachers. While it crossed my mind that Danielle might be there, I doubted she would be that interested in it so I honestly didn't expect to see her.

I drove into the school car park at about 7pm. It was strange driving into it rather than walking in. I could see a few other people walking up the steps to the main entrance and I followed them into the concourse. I didn't immediately recognise anyone as people mingled and looked around. Everything seemed so much smaller than in my memory. Not really knowing what the dress code might be and also wanting to appear successful, I'd put on a shirt and chinos. My vanity had also led me to hire a high-end car from the a rental company. As I looked around I needn't have bothered - many of the people I could see were milling around in jeans and t-shirts. One of the women, who did look vaguely familiar, seemed to have attended in something almost approaching pyjamas! It was an eclectic group which expanded over the next 15 minutes spent awaiting the tour to begin in the assembly hall, while consuming drinks and nibbles. A couple of people I knew eventually came in - not close friends, but well enough to have a conversation and swap some memories. The place hadn't changed at ...