University Alumni Reunion – An Erotic Story
“Spread your legs.” His shoulder nudged mine, and I couldn’t hold a smile back.
But I obeyed, unclenching my knees and letting my college crush kneel by my chair so he could remove one of my over-the-knee stockings for this silly game.
His fingers were gentle as he slowly rolled it down my tanned leg, and once or twice I caught him glancing at my face through his eyebrows.
When his knuckles brushed my knees, I shifted away from the tickling sensation, and he caught that. His palm cupped the back of my knee, sending sparks of pleasure through my body as he smirked.
“Still ticklish, even after all these years?”
I smiled. “Some things never change.”
“Callum, my man, you’re taking too long,” Sarah objected, crossing her arms. Callum at my feet ignored her, finishing taking off the stocking as he kept my gaze.
Oh, how much I wished this wasn’t a game and that we weren’t in our old History classroom, but rather somewhere more private, so his long fingers could explore me everywhere else.
“Come on, guys!” Will encouraged, clapping his hands together. “How hard is it to remove an article of clothing?”
“You wouldn’t know, would you now?” Patricia snorted, eyeing him from head to toes with her sharp black eyes. Will stared back at her, silent.
I haven’t heard a silence so loud before.
“Got it!” Gabriel laughed, lifting a piece of underwear over his head, waving it like a flag.
“Underwear? Really, Patricia?” I cocked a brow. She just shrugged, finally able to look away from Will.
“We need to spice things up a bit, don’t we?” She walked over to her chair at the table and sat down. “This reunion has been rather boring so far.”
“Aren’t they supposed to be like that?” Sarah questioned, sipping on her Moscow Mule. “It’s not like any of us were dying to attend it anyway.”
“Well, I wanted to be here,” Callum said, taking his seat. There was an all-knowing smirk on his beautiful face. “And I’m glad Patricia is here because I also think we need to spice things up.”
I snorted but didn’t say anything.
Our little group had some fun and crazy times together back in the day. But it all seemed so long ago, before the fancy office jobs, mortgages and husbands with kids.
We were too old for that sort of stuff. Or were we?
The longing glances passed from one to another, each and one of us suddenly silent and considering Patricia’s suggestion. Could we really do something so reckless?
No, I told myself. But I shifted in my seat uncomfortably because excitement roamed through my body, making my skin tingle.
Patricia, the born leader that she was, rose from her seat and walked over to the door, twisting the key in the lock. Then, she turned and eyed each and every one of us.
At first, none of us said anything. But then, Callum said, “I’m game.”
“Me too,” to all of our surprise, Will chirped, his back turned to Patricia.
“What the hell.” Sarah rolled her eyes.
It was only me and Gabriel left. We exchanged a glance, his eyes filled with mischief.
“I’m always game,” we both replied in unison. A smile spread across his brown face.
“Great,” Patricia said, walking over to us, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. “Helena, get on the table.”
Wait, what? Me?
Patricia didn’t let me question her, coming to stand over me as her intense gaze bore into mine. “On the table. Now.”
I inhaled a breath but obeyed her, rising from my chair and sliding my ass on the edge of the table we played poker at just moments ago. My heart was hammering in my chest as I waited for what’s to come next.
“Sarah, you’ve always had a crush on Helena, didn’t you?” Patricia turned to Sarah, smirking.
She scoffed, flipping her off. But she didn’t argue. She knew there was no point. We all knew about her crush on me.
“Strip and then help Helena take off her clothes.” Patricia really wasn’t joking tonight.
Without hesitation, Sarah unbuttoned her white silk shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then, she unzipped her pencil skirt, letting it fall before stepping out of it.
She reached for the hooks of her bra, freeing her round breasts. When she dropped her panties, ready to remove her high heels, Patricia said, “Keep the heels on.”
The tension in the room had changed, all of our gazes on Sarah as she stood completely naked in front of us, her nipples pink and erect. Pulse between my legs throbbed, and I had to cross my legs.
“No time to waste,” Patricia urged Sarah towards me.
When her hand landed on the first button of my dress, right over my breasts, I inhaled a sharp breath. From up close, she looked even better, and all I wanted to do was touch her skin and feel those nipples in my mouth.
I wet my lips as Sarah’s hands worked on my dress. Soon, I was only left in my underwear that didn’t leave much for the imagination. You see, I always liked to be prepared.
Not that I engaged in group sex with old friends on a regular basis.
“You like what you see, Sarah?” Patricia asked, her voice low. She nodded, her eyes hazy with desire as they roamed my body. “Why don’t you free her breasts out of that tight bra, hm? It looks like they’re begging to be freed.”
Sarah wedged between my thighs, wrapping her hands around me to find the hooks and work them open. I arched my back, swallowing a hiss at her cold fingers on my burning skin.
“Good girl,” Patricia whispered, coming to stand behind Sarah.
Others also have moved closed, taking the seats around the table as their eyes hungrily watched the action unfold. Gabriel was the only one already with his pants unzipped, his fingers slowly stroking his long cock.
Sarah dropped my bra on the floor, taking my breasts in her hands and kneading the flesh. I leaned back on my arms, dropping my head back as I let her explore, heat surging between my tights.
When I turned my head to the side, my eyes locked with Callum’s. He watched my face with his lips parted, consumed by what was in front of him.
“You want to take them in your mouth, don’t you?” Patricia asked, pushing Sarah’s hair out of her face. She nodded. “Then do it, like a good little girl that you are.”
When Sarah’s mouth closed over one of my nipples, I couldn’t hold in the moan, letting my eyes fall closed. Oh, it was heaven.
Her tongue worked me, swirling and exploring my sensitive flesh, biting and nibbling gently and keeping me on edge. I let one of my hands slide between my thighs, desperate for friction.
“No.” Patricia slapped my hand away. “Not so fast.”
I opened my eyes, my chest swelling with frustration. But all I did was whimper, and it only made Patricia smile.
“Callum, it seems Helena has a need,” Patricia taunted, her eyes locked with mine even though she spoke to him. “Will you be a gentleman and help her with it?”
My chest heaved, throbbing between my legs intensifying, and I bit my lower lip, still keeping Patricia’s gaze.
I heard Callum rise from his seat and round the table as he came closer to where Sarah and I were. Without Patricia’s command, Sarah climbed on top of the table, settling on my side as she continued working my nipples and breasts.
I finally managed to break away from Patricia’s gaze to see Callum come closer to me, his hands landing on my hips. He racked his bottom lip through his teeth as his eyes roamed my body, and I whimpered, arching my back.
I wanted him inside me, I wanted him all, and I wanted it now.
Patricia chuckled from over his shoulder. “Why don’t you give this little brat what she wants?”
Callum’s lips curled into a smile as his gaze dipped to my crotch. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, and within a heartbeat, my underwear was pushed to the side, his cock pressing at my entrance.
“She’s so wet for it already, isn’t she?” Patricia asked, her hand running through Callum’s blond hair.
“Oh yes,” he breathed out the words. And then he thrusts inside, stretching me, and I gasped, the sensation of my nipples in Sarah’s mouth and his cock filling me, making me want to scream.
Patricia chuckled, and then she let go of Callum’s hair, disappearing behind his shoulder again.
We locked eyes as he pounded into me, and I had to bite on my lip to stop myself from moaning and gasping loudly. I didn’t want anyone to walk past the classroom and hear us.
“Will, why don’t you come over here?” Patricia’s voice came from my left, where Sarah was. I turned my head to see her slap Sarah’s ass, and she moaned over my nipple, sending vibrations down my body to my very core.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re fucking dripping,” Callum said, breathless, thrusting deeper and harder now.
Will walked over to Patricia, his eyes plastered on Sarah’s ass and back, lips wet and parted.
“Why don’t you show Sarah some love, hm?” Patricia taunted, caressing Sarah’s ass gently, before giving it another spank.
Will nodded, pulling a chair, and sat down, his face coming close to Sarah’s pussy. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but from the way Sarah arched her back, moaning over my flesh, I bet Will’s mouth was on her, sucking and licking her.
Only the idea of it turned me on even more, and I let my head fall back once again, getting lost in the sensations and the sounds of sex filling the classroom.
The air was hot and stuffy, and my body was on fire, tension building inside my belly at a rapid pace. I wasn’t going to last any longer.
I reached a hand and gripped Callum’s forearm, digging my nails in his flesh. My legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer to me, and I demanded, “Harder.”
He obliged me, pounding into me hard as his hands gripped my flesh so hard it almost hurt. Sarah whimpered over my chest, taking breaks from sucking and licking as her own pleasure was threatening to consume her.
I met Patricia’s gaze, her eyelids heavy as she watched the action unfold. Just as she bit her lip, my orgasm came, and my body trembled with pleasure as I gasped and held Callum closer.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, picking up the pace, and I let him use me until he too was trembling and gasping as he spilled inside me.
There was another groan behind me, and I turned to see Gabriel’s face lost in bliss, his hand wrapped around his cock, his seed spilling over. Then, Sarah whimpered, biting on my nipple, and she went over the edge as well.
For a long moment, we just sat there in silence, breathing heavily, our bodies limp from the pleasure.
Callum planted a soft kiss over my forehead before he moved away and tucked himself in. “Well, that was a sure way to spice things up.”
I chuckled, sliding off the table. It sure was, just like the old times.
“Well, see you all in ten years’ time again?” Gabriel asked, rising from his seat with a smile.
“How about we make it to five?” Patricia cocked a brow.
Karolina Wilde is a sexual wellness writer. Her work has been published on The Ascent, P.S. I Love You, and Sexography reaching over 25,000+ readers. In her free time, you can find her podcasting, reading, or creating TikTok videos.