Sex With My Ex At The High School Reunion

Ten years. It had been ten years, and yet I couldn’t let it go. I didn’t know why, but I
 
Sex With My Ex At The High School Reunion

Ten years. It had been ten years, and yet I couldn’t let it go. I didn’t know why, but I just had to know.

His lips brushed against my neck, sending a pleasurable shiver down my spine. My whole body tingled. Amazing how such a subtle touch could send shockwaves through my body. He planted kisses up my neck and his hand was tangled in my hair. His teeth dragged on my earlobe, and I felt myself get horny as hell.

What was this passion? This fire? I couldn’t tell you. I had never experienced anything quite like this, not even with my husband. The way he stared at my lips before he kissed me, made me feel so beautiful. His hands roamed my body. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, lifting the hem of my yellow cocktail dress.

His fingers found my silk panties quite easily. He rubbed softly, and I moaned quietly in his ear. I could feel him grinning against my neck. My legs spread a little further, allowing him inside. He took one finger, and slid it in and out of me. I was wet, and it felt so amazing. He took his wet finger and rubbed it on my clit, getting it moist. My hips grinded against his finger, fucking it. I was in heaven, and it was only a finger. I began thinking about what it would feel like, having him deep inside me. After all these years, it still seemed meant to be, even if the situation was less than ideal. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily as he slipped another finger in.

Had anyone told me this was going to happen a day ago, I would’ve never believed them. You see, last week, I had received an invitation to my 10 year high school reunion. Basically, it was a cover for us to show off how far we’d come since the awkwardness of being a teenager. But still, I wanted to go. I had friends that I hadn’t seen for years, even though we were so close in high school.

So, my husband and I flew back to Minnesota from California to attend the high school reunion. We had rented a hotel room for the night, and would be visiting some family after. Might as well, seeing as we were home. We didn’t get a chance to go home very often, so this was perfect timing.

I was nervous though, I have to admit. Not because I was ashamed of my life, but more because I was nervous to see Jeremy. Jeremy was my first love. I had been rather modest in high school, but I had fallen in love with the bad boy. Jeremy was a unique individual. He had the attitude of a jock, but a soul as deep as the ocean. We had almost had a relationship in high school, until he decided to just go back to his ex. It broke my heart as a teenager, and made me so sad. He and I connected. We always did. Our conversations would be about the world and other deep and intense conversations.

We’d stayed in touch off and on over the years. Every time I had been single, I found myself coming back to him. We’d text religiously and send naughty pictures. The funny thing is, we’d never even done anything together. We both regretted it and said that if we got the opportunity, we’d fulfill that part of the relationship.

But then I met Daniel. He swept me off my feet. He had found me in the lowest of lows. Still, he loved me. We spent a year together before we’d gotten married. Jeremy was just a dream, but Daniel was the real thing.

By the time of the reunion, Daniel and I had been married for two years. It had been a very practical marriage. Everything lined up well, and we both just worked on making our house a home. We were preparing for kids and things like that. You know, the adult dreams.

I wondered if Jeremy was going to be there. I hadn’t ever told Daniel about us. It just seemed like a love story to keep to myself. It was a fantasy. It’d never be reality anyway. It was fun to entertain the idea, but it was just a dream.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me, just breathing it all in. I couldn’t believe we had escalated to this. I’m sure Daniel was probably wondering where I was. After all, I had told him I’d be off to the ladies room. And here I was, alone in my old English classroom, with my high school love in my arms. I had to be the world’s worst wife. But, after all this time, I couldn’t tear myself away from him.

Jeremy lifted me up on the teacher’s desk as he kissed me. His fingers kept sliding in and out of me as I leaned back, letting it happen. He slipped off my soaked panties and pulled me to the edge of the desk. I wasn’t exactly the most comfortable, but I didn’t care. The passion that this encounter contained was more than enough to detract from any discomfort. I just wanted him. I wanted to feel his cock buried inside me.

Almost as if reading my thoughts, he said, “Jess, do you want me?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Badly. Right now. Fuck me, Jeremy.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down. His cock bounced out, stiff and a ready. I watched as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and rolled it down his shaft, sheathing it. At least he was responsible. The last thing I needed was getting pregnant with my high school love’s child. That might put a damper on my marriage.

I knew it was wrong. But, there was so much fire and intensity, that in that moment, I just didn’t care. Jeremy was my ultimate fantasy. He was the one that got away. But I wasn’t going to let him get away this time. I was going to have him, and take all of him within me.

I laid back across the desk, with my knees propped up, exposing my panties to him. He came up close to me, removing them from sight. He pulled my body closer to him, so my legs were now hanging off the edge of the desk.

I gripped the sides of my old English teacher’s desk as he started rubbing my clit with his thumb. I moaned at his touch. It was a light touch, but it felt amazing. He was stroking his dick as he worked my clit, keeping himself hard.

I closed my eyes and breathed in the moment. It was great. My dream, it was coming true. After all these years, I was going to finally have what I wanted. I felt myself grow wetter against his touch. His finger seemed to now slip and slide all over my clit. I was so wet.

He apparently thought so too. He lowered his dick into my opening, sliding it around the opening, yet not putting it in. He was being a tease. I bit my lip, moaning, waiting to feel him inside me.

I gasped as I felt his cock slide into me. It slid quite easily, but the tightness and fullness of my pussy was being stretched and deepened. He slowly went deeper. I could feel the pressure and it was full, but it was glorious as well. I felt pleasure shoot down my body as he picked up speed, fucking me.

His dick pulsed while it was inside me, causing me to contract. I could feel every sweet inch of his hard cock and it was an indescribable feeling. The world seemed to melt away as he fucked me deep. He took my legs and put them on his shoulders, allowing his dick even deeper access into my sopping wet pussy. I could feel myself pooling on the desk beneath my ass.

He fucked me faster, causing me to grip the desk again. I just laid there, as there wasn’t much I could do. He just wanted me to take it, and I did. He was so deep, I was in a little pain, but damn, it hurt so good. My breathing became rapid as I started to climax.

I think he could tell I was cumming, because he fucked me faster and harder until he felt my pussy shatter all over his hard cock. He kept ramming me, causing orgasm after orgasm. My pussy would clench up and then cum, making an even bigger pool on the desk.

After what seemed like a lifetime, I felt him slam into me one last time and he climaxed. He was breathing hard and sweating. He slowly slid his dick out of me, taking off the condom and disposing of it. I put my panties back on while he fixed his pants.

“Jeremy,” I said breathlessly. “I hate to fuck and run, but I have to get back to Daniel.”

He nodded and kissed me. “I understand. I’m glad we finally got to seal the deal.”

I laughed. “Me too. Until next time.”

I headed off to the bathroom one more time, to straighten myself before going to my husband. It’s been about 5 years since my encounter with Jeremy, and Daniel still doesn’t know. I will take this secret to the grave.