High School Reunion Sex

[TinaG_2023]

We had a casual 5 year get together at the local American Legion hall in 2021 which was actually 6 years after because of the Covid lockdown the year before. Of the 96 graduates about 52 showed up. Many had significant others with them.
My old high school flame showed up and I was excited and actually knew about him registering through our class FB group.
We were a pretty hot couple back then, he was a star on the football team and I was a cheerleader. There were many a night after a game that we would cruise out to an abandon farm that his uncle owned and screw in the back seat of his mom's big old Buick sedan behind the barn.
After a light catered meal there was a local DJ playing some old dance music.
Kyle and I danced a few and then he suggested we cruise out to the old farm house. "Fuck yes!" And we did!!
Well it was quite epic and neither his steady girlfriend nor my boyfriend would ever have a clue!
Turned out to be a good memory though!!

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

We had a casual 5 year get together at the local American Legion hall in 2021 which was actually 6 years after because of the Covid lockdown the year before. Of the 96 graduates about 52 showed up. Many had significant others with them.
My old high school flame showed up and I was excited and actually knew about him registering through our class FB group.
We were a pretty hot couple back then, he was a star on the football team and I was a cheerleader. There were many a night after a game that we would cruise out to an abandon farm that his uncle owned and screw in the back seat of his mom's big old Buick sedan behind the barn.
After a light catered meal there was a local DJ playing some old dance music.
Kyle and I danced a few and then he suggested we cruise out to the old farm house. "Fuck yes!" And we did!!
Well it was quite epic and neither his steady girlfriend nor my boyfriend would ever have a clue!
Turned out to be a good memory though!!

Epic

 

[MaximillianMeen]

Sounds like a great plot for a story....

I wake up the morning after the 50th reunion, in bed with with my best buddy from high school. I would have never imagined 50 years ago I would wake up, naked next to Mark, sheets still wet and smelling of the sex we had during the night when we returned from the reunion. Back in high school, I was just a crazy. confused teen age boy, but when Mark saw me presenting as Brianna last night at the reunion, relationship changed.

It was a great plot line. Watch "Come back to the 5 and dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean". Best version is the Robert Altman film with Sandy Dennis, Cher, and Karen Black. Slightly different, but the same reveal.

 

[AngelaBaby]

Back in school, we had a new teacher that just graduated from college. He was also coaching the school swim team and the local swim team. We used to try flirting with him and trying to get him to take his shirt off doing practice. Now years later my class was planning on the reunion party, couple of my old classmates brought up that he was still teaching and coaching. We decide to also invited him to the get together. We pick a bar/restaurant and it happen to be the same night as the presidential debate. We made up a game where when Biden mess up or didn't make sense we drink a shot. My Husband had to work that day so he wasn't there to tell me to stop. I lost count of how many shots we did. When they call last call, all of us was a little more then buzz.

After we left the bar, we goof off in the parking lot for a while. Some had their spouse/friends/relatives to pick them up. The coach and I decide to walk down the street to a hotel. We thought just get a room and wait till morning. The walk seem like 50 miles trying to walk in heels. We got to the hotel and didn't remember what we told them, but they gave us a one bedroom suite.

When we were in the room, coach gave me the bedroom and he said he will take the couch. I try walking, but the door seem to be moving, I took my heels off and that help a little. Coach got up and help me into the room. He told me to laid down when we were next to the bed. I crash on to the bed and my weight must have cause him to fall on top of me. He kiss me and we started making out and one thing lead to another we end up going at it like animals.

 

[willi1796]

I've never had a class reunion in the last 55 years, and yes, I do occasionally meet up with my first high school girlfriend, the one I wanted to have sex with, and she wasn't opposed to it back then either. Unfortunately, we were both way too shy. But maybe we'll have the chance to catch up on some things someday.

 

[bareman]

My 50th class reunion is next month. I was an outsider most of my time in school. I briefly considered going, mostly to show a lot of those classmates that I’ve aged a hell of a lot better than many of them have. But considering how many of them are MAGAts, I don’t need the aggravation, let alone travel 1,000 miles each way to get pissed off. Fuck ‘em.

 

[wouldloveto]

The only one I went to was the 5 year. The girl I had a crush on in HS was staffing the sign in table (her and I never hooked up because I ended up dating her friend). She greeted me with a big hug, nice, but just a friendly one, I figured. Had the usual night, catching up with old friends, including her. Near the end of the night word travelled of an after party. She asked me if I was going, and I could sense... something. We were not there more than 10 minutes before it became clear that I was gonna get lucky with my adolescent jack-off fantasy. It was great! Passionate, somewhat drunk, straight sex. I will never forget it.

Now, that was it, just that one time. She said she had always wondered, and had heard from her friend I was worth a toss, but that was all it would be. (It made sense, I lived a couple thousand miles away.) Had we continued with a relationship, and if was was into BDSM at the time, I would have let her know. I let my wife know as soon as we cot seriously into our sexual relationship.

 

[Cool88]

Glad I was just a high school drop out and avoided all those people I use to see while in high school.

 

[Scotchlander]

Went to one years ago. Met up with a lass I had not seen since school. She floored me when she informed me that she was up for some fun. I never taken her up on her offer and to this day I regret it

 

[AuBonPain]

During the planning meetings for our ten year reunion, I fucked three of my classmates. In high school, I was a geek and they were surprised how I had changed.

 

[Cool88]

Ha,ha,I went to a few of homecoming events and yes folks be hooking up. Most of the time just an observer and make sure to stay sober instead of getting drunk or high and running around in the hotel acting a fool. I might speak to some of the nice older college people women but have no interest's creeping to their rooms for some pussy.

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

My 50th class reunion is next month. I was an outsider most of my time in school. I briefly considered going, mostly to show a lot of those classmates that I’ve aged a hell of a lot better than many of them have. But considering how many of them are MAGAts, I don’t need the aggravation, let alone travel 1,000 miles each way to get pissed off. Fuck ‘em.

Triggered much?

 

[mortis]

Went to my 20th hooked up with the girl that lived next door damn I could have had that in HS as well.
Went to the 30th hooked up with her again.
Went to the 40th and hooked up with my buddy's dream girl she was recently divorced and just looking for a fun evening.

50th is 2 years away.

 

[hiker283]

My wife went to her 20th high school reunion without me, mainly because I was not interested in going. She met up with her high school boyfriend who dumped her because she would not let him get her panties off. She still had anger over that, but it evaporated after he sincerely apologized. She then told him a little more patience and he would have succeeded. She admitted to me when she missed the prom she wished she had given in to him. He was divorced by then and she found the attraction was still there.

In any case, this time he did get her panties off, and all of her other clothes too. She said the sex was good, very good, but she had no desire to hook up with him again.

 

[wouldloveto]

My 50th class reunion is next month. I was an outsider most of my time in school. I briefly considered going, mostly to show a lot of those classmates that I’ve aged a hell of a lot better than many of them have. But considering how many of them are MAGAts, I don’t need the aggravation, let alone travel 1,000 miles each way to get pissed off. Fuck ‘em.

Agreed, I avoid the MAGAts... their judgement is so bad, there is not telling what they might do.

 

[DickandDoof]

I haven’t seen my first ex in 52 years. I doubt that I’d recognise her even if I fell over her. I live on a different continent now than the one where I went to high school so the odds of my running into someone I used to know (and love) are pretty slim.

 

[FlirtyWordy]

At my 10th reunion, I felt like a superstar. I was working as a journalist for one of the biggest newspapers in the country, fit, excited by life. My on-again, off-again jr. high/high school gf B was there, and it was lots of fun to see her. She was married, with a young daughter, but there was a fun, flirty energy between us.

On the second night, a previously heavy, rather homely girl (now woman) K arrived, having flown in from the Big City (not my Big City, but one all the way across the country). She was trim, her hair was urban chic, and she wore (what I assume was) a classic "little black dress." She positively exuded sex, her every word flecked with hints and entendres.

I knew K, but only slightly. But that night, she attached to me like a hungry lamprey and did ... not ... let ... go. Needless to say, I was incredibly flattered to be the very obvious focus of attention of the fully transformed K.

B was, it's fair to say, not happy. We still bantered and poked each other (as we'd always done), but there was a noticeable edge to her faintly snarky remarks about K ... "God, do you remember what she was like?" and so on. (B was not a jerk, promise; she just had a ... big personality; still does).

At any rate, K and I cut quite the figure as a couple for the rest of the reunion. We made out ferociously, but she made clear that she wasn't ready to go any further on our short re-acquaintance. And so she flew to her coast, and I to mine.

But we remained hot and heavy over the phone (pre-cell phone, kiddies!), and just three weeks later I took a trans-continental red-eye to turn our little spark into a conflagration. I had less than 48 hours with her.

We had a great time as she gave me a whirlwind experience of her adopted city. We ate at great restaurants and she showed me fascinating curiosities. But it was anything but sexy. We still made out, but K was nervous, uptight and seemed almost as if she'd played the role of hot child in the city too well.

But on our second, and final, night, we had sex. It was, as I've long recalled the experience, like doing a whole lot of pushups. There was, shall we say, a bit of a size discrepancy, and I didn't push things. But she insisted she just needed to relax. Eventually we got things going a bit, but every cell of her body radiated anxiety. We had sex, and it was lovely in its way, but ultimately uncomfortable.

A couple weeks later, she wanted to "try again." She flew out to my coast, and for the first couple days, anxiety ruled. Eventually, while visiting her brother in a city north of mine, we had a more relaxed and fun, if not wildly passionate, time together ... in a bathtub.

K and I remained friends, but whatever spark there was had been cooled by her (to me, bemusing) uneasiness with sex. Years later, the experience helped me develop a wee theory that often, not always, but often, people who talk a big sexual game are the most frightened and uptight, while the "good girls" (and perhaps, boys) and quiet types more often turn out to be the wild thangs their louder counterparts fail to be.

And now, for the rest of the story....

About a month later, B called to say she was flying to my city for an audition. She wanted to have lunch. We had a very fine lunch. And then she insisted we go back to my place, but since I was renting a room in an older woman's house, that was no go. So she paid — with her husband's credit card — for a room at a Holiday Inn overlooking the ocean and holy cow ... it was the wildest (and most painful, thanks to her fingernails literally raking down my back) sex I'd had to that point. She was so vocally enthusiastic I thought someone might call the cops.

And then she flew back to her family.

And for the next five years, she wanted to get together any time I was in our hometown. She got divorced and we hooked up several times.

I haven't spoken to K in decades. B and I are still friends. She's a firecracker, opinionated, hilarious and bawdy, married to a cool, new guy, and mother of three grown children.

But I sure appreciate the memory of K making me look like the hot commodity at our 10th!