Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/R/REUNION.TXT/text0000.txt

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    It was a deep sleep, nice and relaxing, warm and fulfilling.
I dreamed chaotic images, but they didn't bother me, because I knew
they were dreams so it was like watching a movie.  Weird, but not bad.
But the warmth, that was best.  It was like being cuddled up in the
softest, warmest of beds.  And I loved it.
    A strange scent tickled my nose.  Coffee?  It couldn't be
coffee, it smelled too wonderful.  My eyes flickered open just a crack
and I saw a mug sitting sitting on a table barely a foot from my nose.
The cup was chipped at the rim and very familiar to me - the one I had
bought Bryan when we were juniors and I had gone to Italy and had to
find souvineers for him, Eric, and Damien.  I'd brought back a trio of
mugs, and they'd loved them.  And now one was staring me in the face
with the most delicious aroma coming from it.
    Slowly my body started to wake up.  As my eyes opened all the
way, I noticed a weight across my shoulder, and a pulling against my
hair.  I rolled over slightly and saw Bryan lying next to me, one arm
casually across my body, his mouth smiling.  "Good evening, small
one," he grinned, ruffling my hair.  He sat up and climbed off the
bed, moving around to pick up the mug and offer it to me.  "Caffeine?"
    I took the mug in both hands and inhaled deeply.  "All right,
Bryan, how the hell do you make coffee that looks this good?"
    He laughed.  "It's my one vice.  I buy imported coffee - not
the cheap stuff - and I don't have any roomates to ruin it for me."
    I took a sip.  It was wonderful not to drink the black sludge
that came out of the coffepot Jake and I shared in our office.  My
brain started to click into motion.
    "Bryan, where are my clothes?"
    He grinned.  "Wondered how long it would take.  The shirt and
pants are there, the boots are where you kicked them."  The expression
in his eyes darkened.  "Must say, you look very nice sitting there
wearing a blanket."
    I peeked under the blanket.  Yup, bra and panties still on.  I
hadn't exposed myself completely to my old friend.  When I looked up I
was blushing, and Bryan looked amused.
    "Shy?"  He looked away from me.  "I think I've seen most of it
before, Sally.  Besides, we always did flirt more than we ever did
anything else."
    I was silent.  I could barely remember yesterday, the lack of
sleep taking its final toll on my mind.  But I did remember teasing
Bryan in the car, and the way he had looked at me.  I opened my mouth,
trying to say something, when Bryan suddenly stood.
    He walked to the door of the room, pulling it shut as he left.
"Get dressed, Sal.  The reunion dance is in only an hour."
    I felt dismissed.  And angry too in an unreasonable way.  Just
who did this man think he was?  We hadn't seen each other in five
years, had only talked maybe twice during that time.  But here he
expected me to not mind stripping in front of him, to fall back into
our old teasing pattern as if we had never left it.  Didn't he realize
how much people change in five years?
    I was thinking furiously as I dressed, then drove us both to
my motel where I showered and quickly changed into the one nice outfit
I'd brought with me.  When I emerged from the bathroom, makeup in
place, dress clinging softly to the small curves I had, I saw a light
of appreciation in Bryan's eyes and I quickly looked away.  We got in
the car and drove to the Sheraton.  It was where our senior prom had
been held, five years ago.  Where I had an awful lot of memories to
think about.  I handed my car over to the valet parkers and we went
in.
    Again, Eric and Chris and Li were there.  It was as if we had
gone through a time warp.  Eric and Chris looked amazed at the
transformation I had made from tomboy to woman, and kept commenting on
it until I blushed and threatened to smack them if they didn't shut
up.  The songs the band played were too "pop" to make the men happy,
and they refused to dance with us.  It was fun, even without the
dancing, and oh so much like old times.  I once again slipped into the
old pattern with Bryan, and we made up and teased again like it was
five years ago.
    As the last song started to play, Bryan grabbed my hand and
dragged me to the floor.  "What?"
    He pulled me close as we swayed to the strains of "Memory" and
he said laughing, "I figured that if tonight was being such a repeat
of the prom, maybe I should try to do just one thing different, so
you'll have a new memory to take back to school with you."
    I laughed with him, then lay my head on his shoulder as we
danced.  I felt a sense of warmth, of comfort coming over me.  A sense
that I didn't want to move away.  The song ended and people were
milling all around us, getting ready to leave.  I felt as if my brain
had taken a walk, and I couldn't seem to pull away from Bryan.  I
glanced up at him and saw that strange serious look back in his eyes
again.  He tipped my chin up and bent until his lips touched mine.
    The kiss was so soft, and so quick, I don't think anyone else
but us noticed it.  When he stood back up again, he was smiling
softly.  "Come on."
    He took my hand and pulled me over to where the others were
looking for us.
    "Ice cream again?" Li asked, a grin on her face.
    I shook my head, intending to say that I was tired, but Bryan
squeezed my hand hard.  "It's only midnight," he said.  "We should do
something.  You're parent's basement still made up, Eric?"
    Eric's face lit up.  "Hey, right!  It wouldn't be a complete
reunion if we didn't get over there at least once."
    Oh so quickly we rounded up an awful lot of people and trekked
over to Eric's house.  We spent nearly two hours there, just sitting
around and playing hit records from five years before and talking and
laughing.  Bryan and I teased each other with gusto.  I was sitting on
his lap again, one of his hands around my waist, the other hidden
cupping my behind.  Every once in a while he would drop a kiss on my
neck, or lightly brush my thigh.  As for me, I wriggled against him
until I felt him hard beneath me.  I grinned when he grimaced,
realizing he didn't dare move from his seat considering his condition.
My hands dropped often to my sides where I could touch his thighs.
And we teased with words as well, double entendres and hidden meanings
in everything we said.  I think if we hadn't left after two hours, we
wouldn't have survived.

    I drove him back to his apartment, and he invited my up for a
drink.  I could see in his eyes that that wasn't really what he had in
mind, but now that we had had some time to cool off in the car, I was
getting nervous.  After all, it *had* been five years.
    I sat on his couch, waiting, while he went to the kitchen to
grab a couple coolers.  When he brought them back he sat next to me
and commented , "Do you remember the couch in my dad's study?  The
room with the pinball machine."
    I laughed.  "And your little sister who decided to play pinball
at midnight one night..."
    "When we were on the couch," Bryan finished my sentence.  He
set his cooler on the floor and turned to look at me.  "If Kelly
hadn't come in that room then, do you think we would have...?"
    I shook my head.  "No.  I don't think I was ready for it then,
Bryan."
    He sat up, not facing me again.  He picked up the cooler and
toyed with it between his hands.  "I've thought about it a lot, Sally.
For a long time you were the best friend I had, as well as the love of
my life."
    I knelt on the couch next to him, one hand on his shoulder.
"I wish we hadn't lost touch.  I think I miss my best friend."
    We were hugging as if we couldn't get close enough.  I didn't
think I'd lose touch with Bryan again - it had been too big a mistake
the first time.  I think we both felt that we had to put a lot of
distance between us so we could get to know other people.  But I could
never think of a life without Bryan.  No matter how, he would always
be a part of my life.
    I don't know when the hug turned to kisses, or when his hands
slid up under the skirt of my dress.  My fingers tangled in his chest
hairs as I tried to unbutton his shirt.  I only managed three buttons
because it was so hard to do that and concentrate on his kisses at the
same time.  The kissing was wonderful, but oh so distracting.  He must
have had the same idea, because he pulled away.
    He stood up and held out his arms as he leaned over.  I placed
both arms around his neck and again he scooped me up, heading towards
his bed.  He lay me down and then started to strip while I watched.
    I rolled over on my stomach, propping my chin up on my hands.
"How did we get here last night?"
    He grinned at me.  "This morning you mean.  I drove your car -
damn lucky I remembered how to drive a stick!"
    I groaned, thinking of my poor little car having its gears
stripped.  And then Bryan was on top of me, completely naked, tickling
me through my dress.  I laughed, trying to get away, but he only
tickled more until I finally collapsed, giggling, in his arms.
    He tugged at the hem of my dress.  "This *has* to go, Sal," he
said softly.  I lifted my hips as he pulled it up over my breasts and
my head, his hands carressing what they passed.  I wore no bra, so all
he had left to do was tug my nylons and my panties over my hips and
drop them on the floor next to the bed.  My shoes had been left in the
living room and forgotten.
    He propped himself up on his elbow beside me, surveying me as
he ran a hand down my side, over the swell of my breast, the curve of
my thigh.  "Do you realize I've never actually seen you naked before?"
he said thickly.
    I playfully pushed at his chest until he fell back and I could
see all of him.  And a nice view it was too - his body filled out from
a rangy teenager to the hard musculature of a man.  "That's okay, I
haven't seen you either."
    He grinned.  "You can't say I didn't *try* to fix these facts
five years ago."  He grabbed my hips and pulled me over him, until I
sat on his chest.  His hands reached up to caress my breasts, his
thumbs brushing my nipples, and we forgot about the past.
    He leaned up until his tongue could reach my nipples, and I
moaned as he took first one, then the other into his mouth.  I slid my
hips along the length of his body until my mouth was level with his,
and our lips locked.  His tongue slid into my mouth, and I thought of
his rod, which I could feel hot and pulsing against me, sliding inside
of me.  I sucked against his tongue and felt his heartbeat speed up.
His hands were against my hips, pushing me closer to him as his hips
rocked.
    I tore my lips from his and kissed a path down his neck.  My
hands trailed across his body as I slid down him, my hands and tongue
playing with the coarse hairs of his chest, his small rigid nipples,
and flat muscles across his stomach.  Finally my fingers reached his
hardness and curled around it.  His hips were still moving, and he
groaned as I began to stroke him.  I touched him only lightly, my
fingers tracing the vein on the underside, scratching it with a single
fingernail.  One hand cupped his balls while my other thumb softly
stroked the head of his large staff.  His hips pumped still, and
finally I lowered my head to kiss him.
    "Sally!"  His fingers tangled in my hair as I pressed my lips
to his shaft.  He groaned and his hips bucked, the hard rod sliding
between my lips.  I stroked him with my tongue, feeling him sliding in
and out of my mouth.  His fingers caressed the back of my neck, and
his body moved as my mouth moved over him.  With a huge amount of will
I pulled my head from him and sat back.  He was breathing hard, and
his eyes were closed.  I was amazed at the look of passion on his face
as I'd never seen a man look so vulnerable before.  His eyes opened,
and I saw a dangerous expression in them, a combination of love,
passion, heat and fury.  His fingers were still tangled in my hair,
and he pulled me up until his lips found mine.  The kiss was harsh,
demanding, and the feel of his tongue inside my mouth made me even wetter.
My hips were level with his, and I could feel him poking against my slit.
As his hands moved over my breasts, slowly teasing them, I began to
slid along him, back and forth, allowing the head of him to tease my
clit.  I could feel him growing slick with my juices, and I was
quickly losing control to the sensations.
    His hands were all over my body, touching my ass, my breasts,
my neck.  His tongue slid over me, teasing parts of my body that I'd
never known could bring such sensations to me.  And still I slid
against him, growing wetter.  He was groaning, and I could tell he was
trying hard to hold back.  His hands stopped moving over me, and he
grasped my hips and held me against him as he thrust.  Each thrusts
touched my swollen clit and I gasped and then collapsed against him as
I felt shudders fall over me.
    I gasped again, still shuddering, as I felt him slide deep
inside me.  He was still thrusting hard, and I felt as if each thrust
reached my deepest parts.  I could feel the sensation building again oh
so quickly, and I started to kiss his neck, sucking on the tender
flesh where his neck met his shoulder.  His fingers dug into my hips
as he thrust into me, and I heard myself yell when the waves broke, my
shouts intermingling with his own as I felt his release.

    I had *never* fallen asleep after sex before.  Then, I had
also never been so *exhausted* before!  When I woke, I peeked at the
clock and realized that it was only 4 in the morning.  I still had
plenty of time to sleep before I had to drive back to school.  One
thing was for sure, I *hadn't* gotten all the rest I'd needed!  I slid
off of Bryan, curling up next to him.  I felt comfortable in his arms,
comfrotable sleeping next to him.  I was quickly asleep and didn't
wake up again until I felt him move when the clock said 10.
    "Did I wake you?"  Bryan tugged on my shoulder until I rolled
to face him so he could kiss me.  "Good morning, Sally."
    He stood and picked up a robe that was lying over the back of
a chair.  "Here, you can wear this while I make breakfast, ok?"
    I put the robe on - he wore sweats - and followed him out to
the kitchen.  He made eggs, and we ate in silence on the living room
couch while cartoons played in the background.  When I finished, I set
the plate on the coffee table and pushed the too-long arms of the robe
up so I could see my hands.
    "What happens now?"
    He turned to look at me, a forkful of eggs still in his hands.
I don't know how my expression looked, but it must have been pretty
interesting because he immediately set down the fork and the plate and
turned to grasp my hands in his.  "Little one, if I knew it would
bother you this much, I *wouldn't* have done it."
    I shook my head.  "I don't know if it bothers me, that's the
problem."
    He cocked his head and motioned for me to continue.
    "You see, I don't feel like it was wrong.  I also don't feel
like it's something I'm going to keep going.  Another relationship with
you doesn't sound right to me."  I looked up at him to see what he was
thinking, but he just nodded for me to continue.  I shrugged.  "I
guess I feel like it was supposed to happen this once and that's it."
    Bryan smiled.  "I'm glad we're still thinking the same, even
after five years.  This hasn't messed up our friendship, has it?"
    I shook my head.  "Nope."
    "Good."  He reached out and pulled me to him in a warm hug.
We sat that way for a while, until I realized that my hair was stringy
and gross and really needed to be washed, and that I still had a two
hour drive ahead of me, *plus* the project I'd been working on before
I left!  I reluctantly sat up and asked for a towel.
    When I left, Bryan walked me to the car.  I'd grabbed my stuff
from the motel and checked out the night before, somewhere between
Eric's house and Bryan's apartment, so I didn't need to go back for
anything.  I was chattering about the project I had to work on as I
threw my stuff in the car, and when I turned around Bryan had that
silly amused look on his face again.
    "Computers.  Who would have ever thought you'd go into
computers."
    I smiled up at him.  "People change a lot in five years.
That's what reunions are for - to find out how we've changed."  I had
to stand on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, and then we gave each other a
big hug.
    "Take care of yourself," he said quietly.  "And keep in touch
this time."
    "I will, if you do too.  Promise?"  He nodded as I got into
the car.  "Good!"  I closed the door and started the car.  I saw him
watching as I drove away, heading back to my classes and projects and
an officemate who complains about my coffee making, and I smiled,
knowing that in five years we'd be having another reunion.  And I
couldn't wait to see how people had changed this time.

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