Reunion, Finding KK - Sex Stories

Reunion, Finding KK

I could not believe once again I was sitting in my car, near the entrance to my old high school, five years, how could that be possible! I had been here everyday for a week, saw her once, but lost my nerve to get out and approach her. What a wimp! If I see her today, I am going to get out of this damned car and speak to her. The exterior of the school looked pretty much the same as it did when I went there. The only difference, the extremely tight security, which was nonexistent when I was in school. The students today do not have the freedom we had back in the day. Shame! My mind began to wander back to the first day I came to this school, a public high school. I had gone to an exclusive boarding school in Connecticut, had no friends here, except a few who attended my church, but they were not really friends, just acquaintances. Probably the first act of independence I ever exhibited was when I flatly refused to go back to Connecticut. I wanted to go to public school, be a normal kid, not some privileged snob in a prep school. On this, my first day, Father had insisted I be driven to school in his limo. I thought, "Oh great, I just want to be a normal kid, blend in with the others, not perceived as rich kid." How could I do that, arriving at school in a limo? I had our chauffeur, Darren, stop a block away, let me out, so I could walk to the school. Darren was understanding, but told me to be quiet about it, he could lose his job. Just as I got out of the limo, she walked ...

... up. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she said. "A freaking limo, wow!" She blew on her fingers as if she had burned them. I was stunned by her beauty and stammered for words. "I, uh, uh…please don't say anything to anyone about this, please." She began to laugh. "Ok, I won't, your first day at this school?" Breathing a little easier, I said it was. "Well, Richie Rich, I am Katie Keyser, but everyone calls me KK," she said as she stuck out her hand for me to shake. I shook her hand, "My name is David Richland; how did you guess my name was Rich, or at least partly?" She said it was easy, "Your vanity plates says RICH1." I had totally forgotten that. "Oh well, but please call me David, I don't like Dave or Davey, just David." "I think David is too formal, how about I call you RR; I'm KK and you're RR, sounds good together, don't you think?" Her smile was infectious, how could I refuse. We turned and walked towards the school. I learned she was a senior, I was a sophomore, so we obviously had no classes together. She looked at my schedule and began filling me in on what to expect in each class. "We have the same lunch hour, I will meet you in the cafeteria and you can tell me all about your first day." With that she walked away. My eyes followed her until she was out of sight. I went to my first class. Lots of stares and questions about where I had come from, where I had previously gone to school, etc. Surprisingly, everyone was friendly. I sat next to a big, muscular guy, Baz, ...