After a final glance at her reflection in the rearview mirror she unbuckled her seatbelt and took a steadying breath, and stepped out into the evening air.<\/p>\n
She walked towards the school she\u2019d graduated from 10 years earlier. It felt like a half-remembered dream: everything felt kind of familiar, but alien too. She had no time to reminisce, though. She had decided to be late to give everyone else a chance to get tipsy and to skip the initial awkwardness, but she was already later than late.<\/p>\n
She walked into the reception area and followed the directions taped to the walls of the corridors to the heart of the building, the gymnasium, noting all the little changes as she passed them. She hadn\u2019t really known what to expect, so she\u2019d had done her best to not over- or under-dress. She\u2019d done well, she assessed. Formally informal, in a black pencil skirt and a black open-back halter-top. Stud earrings. A discreet silver necklace. \u00a0Hair long and straight. Black heels were her only concession.<\/p>\n
She stepped into the gym and through an archway that read \u201cWELCOME CLASS OF \u201906\u201d in glittery neon letters. The room was full of people and each face was vaguely familiar in one way or another. She stood under the gaudy arch and everyone, everything, recalled long-forgotten anecdotes and stories and relationships. The vast majority of these people she hadn\u2019t had any contact with for a decade, and suddenly she felt like she had never been away.<\/p>\n
Just as it was feeling a little overwhelming, a voice made its way to her over the hum of conversation and the background of deliberately ironic music from 2006. Right now, it was Bossy by Kelis.<\/p>\n
\u201cAmy! AMY!\u201d called the voice.<\/p>\n
Amy turned to see Sara, her old study partner and organizer of the event, scurrying towards her across the half-filled hall with two glasses of champagne, one outstretched towards Amy.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s been so loooong, how are you?\u201d cooed Sara, already a little flushed from the drinks.<\/p>\n
\u201cSara!\u201d replied Amy as she accepted the glass and hugged awkwardly. \u201cI\u2019m good, I\u2019m good, pretty weird to be back here,\u201d she said, looking around the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere have you been? We haven\u2019t heard much from you over the years,\u201c asked Sara.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, travelling for a few years, took a job abroad, just moved back a year ago for a career shift, ya know. Normal stuff really. I\u2019m getting into real estate,\u201d Amy replied, suddenly realizing how hard it is to summarize ten years of life in a single sentence to a relative stranger.<\/p>\n
\u201cTraveling? Wow awesome, that sounds so exciting. You\u2019re looking GREAT too!\u201d said Sara sincerely, and with a little surprise. Amy noticed it and was genuinely flattered.<\/p>\n
Amy was perfectly happy in high school. She had been good, studious, friendly, well-adjusted, but not particularly interested in guys or looks \u2013 her own or anyone else\u2019s. Apart from one. Sam. The guy she\u2019d lost her virginity to ten years earlier.<\/p>\n
The memory had been triggered by Sara\u2019s compliment. Sam had pursued her for weeks, gently. Amy knew he liked her, didn\u2019t really know why, and didn\u2019t really like him back. It wasn\u2019t personal: she didn\u2019t really like anyone<\/em> that much, not in that way. What she eventually came to learn was that Sam didn\u2019t either. He wasn\u2019t noticeably good-looking, and he was the kind of guy wouldn\u2019t have noticed good looks either. Amy and Sam had a shared interest in disinterest.<\/p>\n That was all there was to it. Eventually, just out of sheer persistence, Sam won her over and they started hanging out. It was late in the school year, close to graduation. They both suspected they would never see each other again, and they were ok with that. But they should at least have sex, shouldn\u2019t they? They got on, neither of them had done it before, and this could be their last chance.<\/p>\n And they did. And it was as awkward and fumbly and fun and fast as anyone might expect. And they never saw each other again. Sam went off to college and Amy went traveling.<\/p>\n Amy had come a long way since high school. She had been a good student, but always part of the background. Few people at the reunion were in a rush to speak to her. But now, looking around, she realized that all the traveling she\u2019d done, all the success she\u2019d achieved, all the sun she\u2019d seen, all the clean air she\u2019d breathed and fresh food she\u2019d eaten, she had become hotter than all of them.<\/p>\n Her moment of unexpected pride was immediately punctured by another voice behind her.<\/p>\n \u201cAmy?\u201d it asked.<\/p>\n Amy turned to face the voice. It was Sam. Of course it was.<\/p>\n \u201cHoly shit, what are the chances you\u2019d be the first person I bump into?\u201d Sam asked through a broad smile.<\/p>\n \u201cSam! I was literally just thinking about you,\u201d she replied, more honestly than she\u2019d meant to. They looked at each other for several long seconds, studying each other\u2019s features, relearning each other for a moment, like puppies reunited as dogs.<\/p>\n \u201cUmmm, I\u2019ll catch up with you guys later,\u201d said Sara, politely aware of the moment happening in front of her, and she backed away into the crowds around the makeshift bar for more champagne.<\/p>\n \u201cAw that\u2019s sweet,\u201d said Sam. \u201cI still think about you sometimes too. Crazy how fast people just lose touch after high school, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think that\u2019s the way I wanted it, to be honest. I don\u2019t know. I was young. I just wanted to sever the ties with teenage me as soon as possible and get on with things. I don\u2019t really know why. It\u2019s really good to see you though! How are you? How\u2019s life?\u201d asked Amy, suddenly aware that she might have accidentally offended Sam by telling him how much she wanted to cut ties with everything and, by extension, him.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m good, and I get what you mean,\u201d Sam replied, to her relief. \u201cI feel a bit uncomfortable being back here too. I\u2019m so late because I couldn\u2019t even decide whether or not I should come, you know? And now I\u2019m here, it\u2019s not quite real, it\u2019s like, I don\u2019t know, experiencing somebody else\u2019s memories or something.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDeep, maaan,\u201d nudged Amy.<\/p>\n Sam bowed his head and smiled a little in self-deprecating embarrassment. The song was now Justin Timberlake\u2019s SexyBack.<\/p>\n \u201cWas this song really ten years ago? I feel so old all of a sudden,\u201d said Sam, changing the subject deftly.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t look it. You\u2019re looking good. You really grew up, huh?\u201d said Amy.<\/p>\n And he had. After college he\u2019d become a photographer and seen a lot of the world, just as Amy had. He was tanned, slim, and much more muscular than he\u2019d been the last time they met. Ten years ago he looked a little awkward in his own body. Now he\u2019d clearly grown into it, and with a little stubble and the beginnings of some sophisticated wrinkles around his eyes, looked a little rugged.<\/p>\n \u201cAh,\u201d he said modestly, \u201cthanks. It\u2019s more luck than judgment, believe me. I usually look like I slept in a barn. This evening I wore a shirt \u2013 that\u2019s the extent of my commitment tonight. This shirt.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s too much commitment,\u201d said Amy with mock-seriousness. \u201cYou should take it off.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a school reunion,\u201d he replied. \u201cNo one here needs to be reunited with my nipples.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d said Amy. \u201cThe nipple reunion\u2019s next week.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll definitely be coming to that one then,\u201d said Sam. \u201cMight even arrive early. Awkward social events are always less awkward topless. But only as long as everyone\u2019s topless. There\u2019s like a complicated inverse relationship between social anxiety and nipple quantity. If there are like 50 people and only two nipples, it\u2019s extra awkward for everyone. But if there are 50 people and 100 nipples, that\u2019s a party.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPutting your college education to good use, there,\u201d said Amy.<\/p>\n \u201cI honestly don\u2019t know what the fuck I\u2019m talking about,\u201d laughed Sam.<\/p>\n \u201cMe neither,\u201d Amy replied, \u201cbut it\u2019s probably the most interesting conversation I\u2019ll have tonight. Shouldwe just, like, take off and go catch up? There aren\u2019t many people I wanted to see anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n Sam pretended to think. \u201cWell, I was hoping to bump into someone who became a lawyer. It\u2019s always good to have a lawyer friend. But yeah, let\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n Somehow they both knew what was going to happen next. Some kind of unconscious agreement. They had picked up exactly where they had left off, with that same sort of slow burning chemistry that had defined their relationship. But there was something different this time. They shared a little more maturity, a little more experience, and a lot more confidence. This time the chemistry wasn\u2019t burning so slowly. And they were both aware of it.<\/p>\n They continued to joke and flirt as they ambled through the corridors, back towards the parking lot, when something caught Amy\u2019s eye. She pulled Sam over to the door of a classroom and looked through the glass.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you remember this room?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n Sam thought for a minute. He moved in behind her and pressed his weight against her so he could see through the window too. Through it, they could see piles of desks stacked on top of each other casting strange shadows around the classroom, clearly no longer used, but where they had once shared a class as seniors.<\/p>\n \u201cSure\u2026\u201d he said, collecting his memories. \u201cThis is the room where you finally agreed to go out with me.\u201d<\/p>\n Amy turned in front of him, her back now pressed against the door, their faces close. She slid her hand down to the door handle and pushed. The door clicked open, a shard of light from the corridor piercing the darkness of the classroom. She slid a finger under the waistband of his pants and stepped backwards, pulling him inside. The door closed behind them and she pushed him against it, her bodyweight now on his, and kissed him.<\/p>\n Sam kissed back. He\u2019d changed. She could tell from his kiss. Sam felt Amy smile against his lips. Amy felt Sam against her thigh. She let out a little \u2018hmm\u2019 of surprised satisfaction and Sam broke away from the kiss.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you judging me?\u201d asked Sam, jokingly.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe,\u201d said Amy. \u201cAnd maybe you\u2019re already doing a whole better than last time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s see what else I can do well,\u201d said Sam, as he held her hips and moved his kisses down her and over her left shoulder.<\/p>\n He pushed her back towards the centre of the room without taking his lips off her until the backs of her thighs found the resistance of the large wooden teacher\u2019s desk. Still without breaking his kiss Sam moved his hands down her legs and begin to slowly lift Amy\u2019s skirt, edging it higher and higher, giving her all the opportunity she wanted him to stop.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t want him to stop, so the skirt crept up and up until she was stood, leaning back against the desk with her feet apart, naked from the waist down apart from her black heels and black lace panties.<\/p>\n Sam stood back to regard her.<\/p>\n \u201cYou look so damn good,\u201d he breathed, as if he couldn\u2019t have stopped the words if he\u2019d wanted to.<\/p>\n He knelt, taking her ankle in one hand and the back of a thigh in the other. He ran a tongue up the inside of her thigh and nestled his face into her panties. She watched him from above, her heartrate increasing. She put her slender fingers on the back of his head and pulled his face into her, lifting her hips a little. He licked her through her panties, his eyes closed and his breath deep and warm on her skin.<\/p>\n As she began to moan, Sam began working her panties down with his tongue. Amy watched him making slow progress, not willing to help \u2013 wanting him to work for it. Slowly, and with difficulty, he worked them off her hips and slid them down her legs. She pulled one foot out and left them hanging on her other ankle.<\/p>\n \u201cFuck me,\u201d she whispered down to him as she moved to lie back on the desk.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d came Sam\u2019s reply.<\/p>\n Still on his knees pushed her back she was lying on the desk, her knees in the air and apart, her fingers still woven in his hair.<\/p>\n Sam bit her inner thigh, her pussy dampening his cheek and causing her entire body to tense in rebellion. He turned his head to face her and he began to tenderly lick her, firmly and slowly.<\/p>\n But Amy was in no mood for tenderness. She wanted him to spoil her. She pulled his face hard against her pussy and began to grind against him. Sam, still with his eyes closed, offered his tongue to her and she fucked it. Sam\u2019s stifled moans of pleasure told Amy just how good she tasted.<\/p>\n They were frenzied. They had no inhibitions and Amy was made wetter by the sounds of Sam\u2019s mouth on her. She could speak only in obscenities.<\/p>\n \u201cFucking suck it, oh fuck, yeah, make me cum,\u201d Amy seethed through clenched teeth. She noticed that Sam\u2019s whole body was shaking. She couldn\u2019t see, but she knew he had undone his pants and was stroking his cock fast, so aroused was he by Amy masturbating with his face.<\/p>\n![\"lelo](\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/tiani-3-lelo.jpg\")
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