[F] I actually went to my high school reunion…

I didn't think I would go, honestly. School wasn't the best time for me; geeky, shy, definitely not one of the popular girls. I spent more time trying to learn the combos on Tekken 3 than worrying about hair and makeup. To be honest, I'm still kind of like that, and when I stood looking at myself in front of the mirror before my school reunion, only one thought crossed my mind.

Fuck, I'm overdressed.

I'd spent hours agonizing over an outfit that was cute but casual, sexy but tasteful—landing on a fitted red dress that hugged my curves just enough to make me feel confident, but not so tight it screamed slut. It's silly and a bit pathetic, but I guess I kind of wanted to show people how hot I am now lol

Anyway, a few hours later, standing amongst the moving crowd, I wasn't sure why I'd bothered going at all. The school gymnasium (smaller than I remember it) had been dressed up with fairy lights draped across the basketball hoops, and a makeshift bar tucked into one corner. It reminded me of so many awkward school discos and so many shitty interactions with both sexes, and as I scanned the crowd, I couldn't help but feel a little nauseous; everyone looked different, yet weirdly familiar, names and faces sliding into place like puzzle pieces from a box I'd packed away a decade ago.

ANYWAY.

I was holding a glass of cheap wine and looking toward the exit when she walked in. I'd almost completely forgotten about her. Emily Walker. It was so many years ago now that it had happened, in the summer, hidden away at a sleepover…

She stood near the edge of the dance floor, alone, holding a drink and scanning the crowd. Her dark hair cascaded in soft curls down her shoulders, and she wore a deep burgundy dress that dipped low at her neckline, hugging her hips, accentuating her curves. I don't know how to say this in a polite way, so I won't; her tits were fucking huge, practically heaving out of her dress, her cleavage so high and so full that the dress looked as it might fall apart at any moment.

I found myself wishing it would.

Her eyes flicked across the room, and for one insane second, our gazes met. Recognition flashed across her face, surprise mixed with something warmer, deeper. I almost looked away, embarrassment burning my cheeks, but Emily smiled softly. Her lips parted in quiet delight, and I swear I saw her inhale sharply before she lifted a delicate hand to wave shyly.

Shit. She definitely remembered what we did…

My legs moved before I could stop them, drawn toward her like gravity. She watched me moving toward her, her breasts undulated with her awkward little movements. I felt my mouth dry instantly, pulse pounding in my chest.

"Hey," I managed, heart racing, voice embarrassingly tight. "Emily. You look…"

God, how did she look? Fucking delicious, I guess. Edible.

"...great!" I finished, lamely.

She bit her lip softly, a blush rising. "Thanks, Sarah. You look amazing too! Awesome dress! Long time, huh?"

Her voice was deeper now, huskier. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I suddenly imagined what it would be like to hear her voice coaxing an orgasm out of me. I tried to suppress the thought and almost succeeded.

"Thanks. You, um…" I swallowed again, pulse roaring in my ears, trying to think of something clever to say. "I wasn't sure you'd remember me."

She smiled, placing a friendly hand on my forearm, her subtly manicured fingertips dangerously close to my nipples.

"Of course!" she said reassuringly. "I could never forget you."

I laughed, a little awkwardly, and she smiled, shifting a little closer. I could smell her perfume and her body, and once again my intrusive thoughts made me wonder if she was wearing panties.

"So…no social media?" She asked softly, breaking the tension but not quite the spell.

I shook my head. "Not really my thing. Deleted it all years ago. Fuck the Zuck."

To my delight, she still found my lame jokes funny, giggling a little as her hair fell over her face.

"Exactly! Social media is the devil." She paused, her eyes holding mine for a second. "I always wondered, though…if you remembered. Or if I imagined it somehow…"

"Me too." I smiled. "I remember it too. I guess that means it was real."

There was a brief silence as we just stared at each other again. I felt my throat close with sudden, intense longing, my eyes slipping momentarily to the curve of her breasts, and was shocked and horrified and aroused to see her nipples grow hard through the fabric, two little hard bullets begging for my attention.

"We should…catch up properly?" Emily suggested softly, gesturing toward a quieter corridor near the exit.

I nodded quickly. "Yes. Definitely."

We weaved through classmates, laughing softly, nerves dancing inside my stomach. Her hand brushed mine briefly, electrifying every nerve ending. Emily led us into a narrow hallway, slightly removed from the noise, lined with classrooms that hadn't changed since we'd roamed these halls as teenagers.

We paused near the end of the corridor, beside the door marked STORAGE. She gestured toward it, laughing quietly, shaking her head. "God…do you remember a few of us used to ditch art class and hide out in there?"

I smiled. "Absolutely. Mrs Drayton was a bitch."

Emily laughed again, and each time she did, I felt a little rush go through me. I looked back the way we came, the cheap disco lights of the reunion flooding out into the corridor. "I wonder if we're allowed to be this far in? What if–"

Footsteps echoed down the hallway and we quickly glanced around, panicked, that feeling of "naughtiness" rushing back to me.

"Quick," Emily giggled, opening the STORAGE door and pulling me swiftly inside, closing it behind her and plunging us into darkness. Some sort of movement-activated light came on, but it was weak, casting her body and face in soft shadows.

The space was impossibly small—just a cramped room filled with shelves stacked with paints, canvases, and dusty art supplies. Our bodies pressed together instantly, breasts brushing, hips aligning, thighs touching. I gasped softly, my breath mingling with hers, hearts hammering in sync as the footsteps dissipated into the distance.

"Sorry," Emily whispered, breath hot against my cheek, her eyes locked onto mine. She didn't move away, though, and neither did I. "I don't know what came over me."

"No, it's…fine," I breathed, my hands instinctively sliding onto her hips, steadying myself. The warmth of her body radiated through the thin fabric of her dress, her soft curves molding perfectly against mine.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Sarah…"

"Mmmhmm?" I said, feeling as if my head was spinning, as if I was living out some sort of fantasy, engulfed by her scent, her warmth, her closeness.

"I really missed you," she whispered shakily. "I hoped you'd be here tonight."

"I thought about you every day this week," I admitted softly, emboldened by the small, private space that hid us from the world.

We both shifted slightly, causing the swell of her chest to press even tighter against mine. I couldn't stop myself from glancing downward again, mesmerized by her cleavage, round and full and irresistible.

"Your tits look incredible..." The words spilled out before I could stop them, immediately mortifying me. "Oh god, sorry, that was—"

Emily laughed breathlessly. "It's okay," she murmured, biting her lip, our eyes inches apart. "Would you like to…touch them?"

Heat surged between my thighs. "I…I…"

"They are really soft," she breathed, stepping back a little so I could appraise her body more clearly. "You should definitely feel them."

I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as I slid them upward from her hips, fingertips tracing slowly, deliberately over her ribs, gliding higher until my palms brushed the underside of her breasts. Emily sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering closed briefly, lips parting in silent encouragement.

I gained confidence from her reaction, my heart pounding violently as my hands cupped her firmly through the soft fabric, marveling at their heaviness, the fullness that made my mouth water, sending sharp, aching desire through my core. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Emily whimpered, pressing harder into my hands. "Do you like them?"

Her tits bulged unger my hands, impossible to hold all at once, soft and fluid in the way that only huge natural tits could. I laughed suddenly, surprising myself, the tension breaking slightly. "I fucking love them."

Emily reciprocated, giggling in that familiar way I hadn't heard for so many years. "If you think that's good," she said. "You should see them properly…"

She shifted slightly, reaching for the thin straps of her dress. I froze, barely breathing, my hands falling away as she slid the fabric slowly down her shoulders, letting it slither down her arms. Slowly. Letting me watch. Inch by inch, the top of her dress peeled away, revealing smooth, glowing skin and the curve of her bare breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra–of course she wasn't–and as the dress bunched at her waist, her tits spilled free, heavy and perfect, her nipples hard and round and perfect. I stared, absolutely mesmerized, my mouth dry, my pulse hammering in my throat. Emily smiled lazily, knowing exactly the effect she was having on me, her hands ghosting over her hips as she stood there, gloriously half-naked, letting me drink her in like I was starving.

"Touch them again?" she invited, and before I had time to think about it my hands were reaching out again, my horniness taking control of my body now, imaging the view if she sat on my face and smothered me with her pussy, gyrating her hips on my outstretched tongue, desperately rubbing my own pussy as–

She moaned as my thumbs moved across her nipples, the sound of her voice experiencing pleasure at my touch sending a new wave of wetness to my pussy. I suddenly wanted to rip off my panties and stuff them in her mouth, but I resisted the urge, instead moving closer to her and making another slow circle around her areola with my thumbs.

"Would it be okay…if I sucked on them?" I asked, my heart racing. "Just a little bit?"

"Fuck," she moaned. "Please."

I pulled her nipple playfully, eliciting another moan, moving my body even closer, licking my lips in anticipation.

That's when the door opened.

[This one went a little long so as always, let me know if you want to hear the next part and I'll get typing!]