Zoey went back to school and ended up getting some sex education.
I hadn’t wanted to go to my ‘10-years-on’ school reunion, but Ava, my best mate for 15 years, had badgered me about it relentlessly and I’d eventually agreed to go.
It was held in our old secondary school gymnasium. The hall was filled with all the old faces, though some classmates had changed quite a bit – I was confronted with beer bellies and cosmetic enhancements that hadn’t been present before.
Stood on my own while Ava mingled, I was thinking how depressing the whole event was, wondering how soon I could reasonably leave, when I spotted a really familiar face – one very welcome, given that I’d spent a lot of time as a teenager ogling it rather than doing my schoolwork.
It was sexy Liam Fraser – my ex-lab partner in science. At school he’d been geeky yet cute with unfashionable glasses and too-long hair. I’d always fancied him and maybe he’d had a thing for me too but he’d never said anything. He’d been quite shy and I’d always regretted that I’d never made a move. Even these days, Liam made frequent cameos in my fantasies, but as a man. It turned out my imagination hadn’t done him justice, though.
He was tall, his hair short and the glasses gone, and he was wearing a white shirt with his old school tie hung loose about his neck. I realised how much I still fancied him and my heart jumped as he turned, his eyes meeting mine. There was no shyness about his gaze – he definitely fancied me.
The evening improved after that. I’d moved around the hall, enjoying feeling Liam’s eyes follow me. Eventually he’d approached me and we’d chatted and flirted. His interest was obvious and I made it clear that the feeling was mutual. Eventually, after lots of flirting, he smiled and tilted his head toward the door that separated the gymnasium from the cloakroom. I’d had no doubts about what he was suggesting or whether I was game and we went through into the unlit room, which smelt of rubber and soap.
Liam didn’t waste any time. He gripped my waist and pressed me up against the nearest wall, pushing my legs apart with his knee. I wound my hand in that stupid school tie and tugged his mouth down to mine exactly the way I’d always wanted to.
The darkness, the familiar smells and the muffled chatter of our old classmates on the other side of the door made it seem like we were back at school − naughty pupils stealing a quick snog and grope between classes.
His hands hitched up my skirt and pushed my thong to one side to massage my aching clit. I was already moist and his hand moved faster and more firmly, quickly driving me crazy. Unzipping his jeans I slipped my hand inside, curling it around his cock. Just the feel of his silky prick had made my clit throb hotter. His skin was hot against my palm as I smeared his pre-come over the cockhead with my thumb. This made his breath hitch and he groaned into my neck. His hips shifted and his cock thrust in my hand as I sped up my strokes.
We panted into each other’s mouths, smothering moans with our tongues swiping each other. My orgasm was building, my clit pulsing sharply and I bit into his shoulder when I came, my mouth full of starched cotton. Liam’s fingers rode my orgasm and his hips thrust faster until he came as well, with a shout muffled in my neck.
After that, slumped together, we’d laughed breathlessly as voices continued to chatter on obliviously behind the door. We exchanged numbers and me and Ava left. I decided that Liam had changed my opinion about school reunions. I’d definitely be coming along to the next one.
