When I reached into my pocket for the key to unlock my hotel room door, I was surprised to find two keys instead of one. Where had that second key come from? I wondered. I didn’t remember anyone giving me a key. Looking at it, I saw the number on it was 1986, which meant the room it belonged to was six floors above mine in the hotel where the reunion was being held.
Overcome by curiosity, I went back to the elevator and took it to the 19th floor. I found room 1986 and, hesitating only a moment, I inserted the key, knocking on the door as I opened it.
“Come on in, Steve,” Janet said. “Have a drink.”
She was sitting on a sofa facing the door, as if she had been waiting for me. She was wearing a blue silk robe. She smiled at my surprise and rose to greet me, then moved to a table and poured us each a drink. As we sat down on the sofa I asked her how she had gotten the key into my pocket.
“When I hugged you goodbye,” she said. “It was an impulse, but now I’m feeling kind of embarrassed about it. The minute I did it I wished I could take it back.”
“Now why would you want to do that?” I said. “If you hadn’t done that, you would never have known if I would come to your room.”
She smiled at that, but when she raised her glass to take a drink, I could see that her hands were trembling. I took the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. “I think we need something more than a drink to break the ice, don’t you?” I said, and I pulled a joint out of my pocket. Janet’s eyes went wide.
“God, it’s been at least a decade since I smoked pot,” she said. “But what the hell.” I lit the joint, took in a deep hit, then passed it to her. She took a quick hit, and it made her cough. She was embarrassed and tried to pass the joint back, but I encouraged her to try again, and this time she inhaled slowly and held it for a long moment before exhaling.
We passed the joint back and forth then, and between toking and drinking we talked about the reunion, reminisced about our high school years and told each other about our lives since we’d graduated. When I saw that she was relaxed and feeling the effects of the drinks and the pot, I brought up the subject that was uppermost in my mind. “So, Jan,” I asked her, “why did you give me your room key?”
I saw her flush a little, and she took a long drink from her glass before answering. “Steve,” she said then, “do you remember the first time we met?”
“Sure I do,” I told her, but before I could say anything else she went on.
“The day I met you was my first day of high school,” she said. “I got to my science class early and I was sitting there watching the students come in. And then it happened—you walked into the classroom. Well, I fell for you the first moment I saw you. And the fact is, my feelings for you have never changed, not even after all these years.”
I wasn’t sure of just what to say, so I said nothing.
“Do you remember the day we watched a movie in class and you asked me to sit next to you?” Janet asked.
“Yes, I do remember,” I replied, smiling at her. “We had a lot of fun that period, didn’t we?”
She smiled back. ” Yes we did! Well, the truth is that was one of the best days of my life, and I think about it all the time. You know, I was hoping I would get to see you tonight. The possibility that you might be attending this reunion is the only reason I came, and as soon as I saw you walk in I felt just like I did twenty-five years ago.”
I started to say something about how flattered I was, but Janet stopped me. “Please, Steve, let me say this before I lose my nerve. I loved you all through high school, and I wanted to be one of the girls walking down the hall with you. I wanted to be one of the girls everyone was jealous of, but instead I was one that was jealous. Tonight, when you walked into the reunion, I felt that jealousy again. Jealous of every beautiful girl you have ever dated, and of every girl who gets to be with you now.” She took a breath. “You know, twenty-five years ago I could never have been this bold. Hell, even tonight I had to have a few drinks before I could bring myself to drop that key in your pocket but when I heard your voice and I felt the excitement throughout my body when you touched me, I knew I had to do something or risk never having this chance again.” A single tear dripped from her eye and ran down her cheek. “When I gave you that key I was so afraid you wouldn’t come. But Steve, I have dreamt of this moment since the day I met you. Just the two of us, alone, without any interruptions to . . . ”
As her voice trailed off, I leaned in and placed my lips against hers. After a moment I parted them with my tongue, and she met it with hers. She fell back onto the sofa and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer. We were soon locked in a passionate embrace, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth and our hands roving each other’s body.
After a few moments I rose to allow her to slide down on the sofa, so I could lie on top of her. Janet brought one leg up alongside me as my hand slid underneath her silk robe. She moaned softly as I pulled at the robe and revealed the milky white skin of her breasts, their red nipples standing erect, as though waiting for attention. I cupped a breast in my hand and felt her pulling my shirt from my pants. I could feel the light pressure of her fingernails dragging down my back, then her hands sliding beneath the waistband of my pants. I knew my cock was stiffening rapidly as we kissed again.
As her hand explored, I shifted my weight in order to allow it to move around to the front of my trousers. I kissed her breasts, sucking on the hard nipples, and I gave a small moan when I felt her fingers make contact with my dick. A moment later I almost lost it as she whispered into my ear, “I want to suck your cock.”
I stood up then, and she stood with me, the two of us embracing in a deep, passionate kiss. We were still kissing as she began to unbutton my shirt, but when she opened the front of my pants I had to sit down. Janet knelt on the floor in front of me and removed my shoes and socks, then tugged at my trousers. I lifted my hips from the sofa so she could remove them, along with my shorts. Her hands then reached for my swiftly growing manhood, and I heard myself groan as she stroked it lovingly.
Janet then bowed her head and brought her lips to my now nearly erect penis, kissing the head before letting it disappear into the moist warmth of her mouth. It quickly attained its full length, at which point she teasingly released it, running her tongue down the shaft and back up, giving me a quick wink before engulfing the whole thing again. I laid my head back against the sofa, placing my hands on Janet’s shoulders as she continued to ease my manhood in and out of her mouth.
Janet now brought one hand to her pussy, feeling the wetness that was flowing between her legs, then offered her fingers to me so I could taste her. I sucked on her fingers while she continued to pleasure me. Soon my body began to tense up and my breath to quicken. Feeling this, she brought her hand down and lightly touched the soft tissue of my anus. Without stopping the sweet movement of her mouth, she inserted a finger inside my asshole. I was startled for a second, but my sudden moan must have encouraged her, and the finger probed more deeply. Finding my prostate, she began to rub it gently, the light pressure bringing me a kind of excitement I had never felt before. I was panting hard now, and I felt like a volcano about to erupt. As I stiffened in anticipation, Janet pulled back on my cock to allow my come to flow into her mouth. I shot off with a yell, my jism rocketing out of me and hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed it with ease, and pulled back even further, keeping the head of my dick in her mouth and stroking the shaft with her free hand as I kept spurting until I had nothing left.
Her finger slid out of my anus as I finished, and she kissed my cock lightly just below the tip. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” she asked.
“God, yes!” I replied, still trying to catch my breath. Janet rested her head on my thigh as she continued to gently stroke my cock. Finally I stood and helped her up from her knees. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.
In the bedroom I pulled her toward me and we kissed again. As we did so I pushed the silk robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. As we moved to the bed I noticed a glass with some ice in it sitting on the nightstand. As Janet got onto the bed I took an ice cube from the glass and put it in my mouth. I positioned myself next to her, then placed my lips around her nipple and sucked at her breast. The unexpected sensation of coldness made her shiver. I then took the ice cube from my mouth and ran it down over her stomach and back up to her breasts, circling each one and watching as her nipples hardened.
I replaced the ice cube and we kissed again, letting our hands explore each other’s body, Spreading her legs, I placed my hand on her crotch. I could feel the heat rising from her wet pussy, and could feel it pulsating under my touch. I cupped her mound in my hand and felt her tremble as I slipped the tip of one finger inside her. I ran my other fingers across the outer lips of her pussy until I found her tiny erect clit and pressed it lightly, Janet moaned and pressed her nails into my back. I brought my head down, kissing my way to her swollen clit and sucking it into my mouth, pleasuring the hard kernel of flesh with my tongue while I slipped a second finger inside her. I rubbed her G-spot as my tongue continued to dance on her clit, and I soon felt the inner walls of her pussy tighten on my fingers. She cried out with joy as her spasming vagina filled with her juices.
My dick was fully hard again, and I was aching to bury it inside that tight pussy. I slipped my fingers out of her and moved up, positioning myself between her thighs. As I entered her for the first time I could feel her whole body quiver she later told me that she had been waiting 25 years for that moment, and now it had finally come. She curled her legs around me and locked her ankles behind my back, holding me to her and giving me full access, allowing me to drive myself as deeply as possible inside her.
As I began to fuck her, gradually increasing the force of my thrusts, she moaned in delight. “You feel so good!” she panted as she accepted the full length of my cock over and over again. When I pulled out and told her to turn over, she did without hesitation. Entering her from behind seemed to drive her to even further heights of passion. Enjoying her screams of pleasure, I rode her long and hard, until the two of us reached climax simultaneously.
Afterwards we lay together quietly, enjoying what we had just experienced. But there was an aura of sadness too, both of us knowing we had to return to our own lives, but neither of us wanting to say good-bye.
Finally we knew the time had come. I got up and went into the other room to find my clothes and dress. Janet soon joined me, dressed once more in her silk robe. We kissed one final time, a long, lingering kiss, full of both gratitude and regret.
“Steve,” Janet said as she walked me to the door, “I want you to know how happy I was to see you walk through my door tonight. I know it could not have been an easy decision for you to come up here. For putting you in that position I am sorry but I have to be honest and tell you that if I ever have the opportunity to be alone with you again, I will take it without hesitation.”
“I’ll look forward to it, Janet,” I told her. “Maybe at the next reunion.”
After all, there was no harm in hoping.—S.N., Fort Worth, Texas