Old Flames Rekindled

Dark Warrior

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Ok, here's the basic plot. Based around a high school reunion, 10 years after graduating from high school.

This can either go as a one-on-one thread, or with a bigger group of writers. I'm really not fussed. It's open to everyone, feel free to join.

My character, Craig: 6', average build, short brown/blonde hair, blue eyes. Single. Had a couple of serious relationships, but none have gone as far as marriage (But he is definately not a virgin). Fun loving bloke, smart and charming, with decent looks. Was a bit of a loner during school, but has grown up a very sociable person. During school, always had a crush on a girl called ????? (This character is available - feel free to make up her details if you want to play the role), but never got a chance with her - she was a part of the cool crowd. However, it's been 10 years, and the sight of her once more brings back his old passions... and this time, he's game enough to act on them.

Is ??????? married? Is she single? Is she in a relationship? Is she a lesbian? What does she look like? What's her personality like? All these things can be chosen by the person who chooses to play her role.

As I said before, this can be a one-on-one thread, or it can be more people. Once ??????'s role is taken, feel free to take another person, but try to keep it within the whole high school reunion thing. Just remember, these people were all in the same year at high school, so they're the same age, or within one or two years of each other, and most likely they will know some of the others, even if only vaguely - it has been 10 years, after all. It all depends on how many people join. Feel free to, by the way. (I feel like I'm repeating myself...?)

Anyway, look forward to your responses.
 
William Edwards

All through High School I was a total nerd. I would look at all of the beautiful girls and wish that I could at least go out on a date.
Everytime I would ask one of them I got an excuse, a laugh or they would just walk away. The guys never liked me either.
I would get picked on. Gym class was hell for me because I was so skinny. My underwear got flushed down the toilet on a regular basis.
One thing that I did have was a 10 inch penis.
The other guys would make fun of it calling it donkey dick.

After High School I made friends with this guy who was a personal trainer. I told him about my life in high school and he made me his personal project. We worked and worked hard.
I begain to see my frail body change.
Now I have a body that people look at in wonder.
My grandfather passed away and left me some money that I used to open my own personal gym which in a vwery short time grew into a national chain.

Light brown hair
blue eyes
6'2"
a body that "the Rock" would be proud of
and I still have my 10" cock
 
Cindy Purcell,

5'5'' tall Blond hair, blue eyes, 34B 20 34, Still athletic build she had as a cheerleader in high school.

IC: I couldn't beleive my husband would leave me to go alone to my high school reunion, business, ha. Well I was going to have a good time just the same, even is I was ending up arriving unescorted. I smoothed the little black dress as I got out of the Lexus. Standing up on my 4" heels I looked at myself in the reflection of the window as I walked into the hall. I hadn't worn underwear so the dress clung perfectly leaving no lines or wrinkles, just clinging to my curves, my legs were tanned enough stockings weren't needed either. I walked in and scanned the crown for a familiar face....
 
Kylar Morgan — Class President

5'6'', voluptuous body, 44DD breasts, shoulder-length wavy red hair, sparkling hazel eyes.

Class president, put together the reunion, makes it a point to know everyone as they come in.

IC: *greets Craig as he enters, looking him up and down and smiling* "You look good. But then, you always did to me." *hands him a cheesy nametag and smiles* "Cindy's in there, by the way."
 
Frank

I had looked forward to this reunion with the hope of seeing several of the girls I had lusted for all through high school, and with whom I never got to first base let alone second or third

Arriving in the parking lot I walked into the building and a girl cae up to me. I had no idea who she was, but she recognized me and said she was a good friend of my wife. just great - someone to keep an eye on me, I thought. My wife had declined, thinking she wouldnt know anyone anyway and would be bored to death. I knew I was free to play, if only I could find somewone to play with

I was a lot more worldly than I was back then - having been in the navy and been to Europe several times and also all over the Orient, and known a lot of people of varied backgrounds that gave me a lot more self confoidence. I chatted with the lady and registered, picking up my badge etc. She was appaently the greeting committee or part of it, s she wasnt available to chat with, so I walked into the ballroom

The first person I recognized was Craig, and over there was Cindy, one of the cheerleaders, whom I'd wanted to date all that time, but we travelled in different groups and she didnt even know I existed then. I sidled over in that direction hoping to start a conversation
 
Cindy
I stood by the bar looking for someone I would have known all those years ago, I was on my third drink and feeling quite relaxed although still mad at my husband for ditching me. I looked over at a man standing not to far away looking my direction. I couldn't make out his name tag but he did look familiar. I smiled his way dieing to find someone to talk with or maybe get a dance. I wasn't going to let being here alone ruin my good time..
 
Frank

She caught my eye staring at her as I walked toward her, trying to look at least a little nonchalant!

"Hi Cindy you look great!" I said, assuming she had no idea who I was. I'd gained some weight, filled out, and had the self-confidence of a salesman approaching a customer When I got close enough I saw her looking at my nametag, but I'd pulled a fast one.

When I was in school I used m middle name - Marty - because my dad had the same first name and they wanted to avoid confusion, and hated the name Junior. So- all though school until my first day in the navy, I was Marty, but now I was Frank, and that was the name in big block letters on my nametag

So, that gave us a way to start the conversation and we had a few laughs while the band started to play. One of the songs from way back when started my memories, and I asked her to dance with me. We made it to the floor with a very few couples dancing yet, so it wasnt crowded. She felt just wonderful in my arms, and she told me she was here without her husband and bells started to ring, since I was similarly unspoused for the evening. I managed to maneuver the conversation into asking where she now lived, since I was about 75 miles away and my wife knew noone from my high school days

She told me she lived a nearby supurb with which I ws somewhat familiar, and i knew it was a very nice area, as we danced and i thlought how much Id like to get to know the area, and her- a lot better
 
Cindy

"Hi Cindy you look great!" He said as he approached. I read his name tag "FRANK". I couldn't remember him so I knew I probably didn't run around with the same crowd but he seemed nice enough and before long we were on the dance floor. He held my body close to his as we danced. I could feel his hand in the small of my back pressing me close to him.

He asked about where I lived and the normal questions as he manuevered me around the floor. We danced a couple of more dances and I told him I needed a drink. He took my elbow and guided me to a corner booth where he grabbed us a couple of drinks and slid in beside me.
 
William Edwards

When I arrived I had butterflies in my stomach the size of eagles.
I'm wearing a black 3 piece suit 54 long 34 pants which comes to a 20 drop. Not to bad for the class nerd. As I walk in Kylar Morgan is at the reception table. I walk towards her and it's apparent she doesn't recognize me. "Hello Kylar".
 
Cindy

I look up from the booth and see William Edwards walk in. I had heard he had become quite successful with his fitness thing and from the looks of his body he practiced it. I wondered if he would even show up now that he had gotten so successful. I tried not to be to obvious as I looked him over as I sipped my drink.
 
Craig

Craig cursed as he watched Marty make his way over to Cindy. Marty had changed, but was still recognizable. As for Cindy... she was just as beautiful as he remembered. More so. And he felt the same feeling he had so long ago. That same beautiful, agonizing, painful bliss.
His heart sunk as the two made their way over to the dance floor after a short conversation. Damn it, that lucky bastard. Without looking twice, Craig made his way over to the bar. When asked what he wanted, he simply said, "Surprise me.", and quickly downed the bitter liquid in a single motion. When he next went to look for Cindy, he noticed she was still with Marty, and the two were now over in the corner booth.
"Fuck. Give me another."
 
Frank

I saw that Cindy was looking over my shoulder, and assumed she saw someone she recognized. I didnt want to be too obvious and turn around, so in the middle of a conversation I asked if she saw anyone she recognized.

Befiore she could answer, another good song came up and I asked her for another dance
 
William Edwards

I sort of felt like I was being watched but I guess it's just my imagination. I looked at the confused face in front of me knowing that there was no recognition in thise pretty eyes.

Kylar, It's me, William. William Edwards.
 
Debbie Shaw

I am not sure why I responded to the class reunion invitation. It has been ten years since I last saw any one from my class.
I look some what different now. In high school I always felt I was a little heavy. At that time I hit the scales between 125 and 130 pounds. Now I am 110#s.....My blonde hair was cut short now it flows down to my waist. I gave my glasses up for lasar surgery on my blue eyes. The rest is about the same.....5'4".....34C-25-32.
In school I was what you would call a punk. Never into sports. Now I love them. I always wanted to be a cheerleader but was a little to short and heavey for our squad....plus I was not very graceful. I would wear tight black jeans....leather jackets...boots. I still wear this since I like to ride my motorcycle, but not all the time.
I was married right out of School. We seperated 2 years ago and divorced about six months ago. I am glad no kids involved.
I park my Audi. Stepping out of my car. Taking one last look to make sure I look alright.....I decided to wear my white tank top my black skirt which comes down to about mid thigh. My favorite black platform shoes that add inches to my height. No stocking since I have a fresh tan from my recent vacation in Jamacia.
I place my Jump kit from the back seat of my car to the trunk. I have been an EMT for eight years now. Working for an Ambulance/Rescue Squad.
The first person I see is Kylar. SHe gives me the name tag. We chat for a short while. Then I enter the room.
So far not many here.
I see a couple on the dance floor. I think she was one of the cheerleaders. That might be Cindy. Still looking very good......
I can not place the person she is dancing with. Whoever it is he also looks very good.
I see two others sitting at the bar. One looks familiar. His face. I remember him as one of the kids every one would pick on. By the looks of him now I do not think any one would dare.
The other person sparks some memories for me. I think it is Craig. For some reason I always wanted to know him better. I would watch him in the hallways. We had one class together. I would always sit a few seats behind him. Since I was such a jerk in school we never got together. I wonder what he has been up to.
I take a stool at the end of the bar. As in the past just checking every thing out. Watching Craig and William as they watch Cindy and Frank dance.....
 
*my stomach does a flip-flop as I realize who is standing in front of me. It's William, the boy I'd always secretly fantasized about. I look him up and down and realize just how gorgeous he turned out to be.*

"Just like I'd imagined," I think to myself.

"Hi William."

*I reach for his nametag and hand it to him, smiling slightly*

"You look really great."
 
Craig

After finishing the second drink, Craig turned to see a woman enter. She made her way over to the end of the bar, where she took her seat. Their eyes met for just a moment, before Craig shifted his gaze uncomfortably away. Something about her rang a bell, but he could not remember who she was. Maybe one of those others he had known but had changed dramatically... he had seen enough of those already.
Deciding that it was not a time to mope for missed oportunities, he stood up and made his way over to the woman at the end of the bar, taking his seat next to her.
"What are you having?" he asked her, a smile threatening to break out on his face.
 
Cindy

As we enter the dance floor I see a guy at the bar staring at us, I try to remember his name, He looks really cute but I can't place him. We dance on the floor Frank holding me close I feel his hand sliding up and down my back as he guides me around the floor, his hand coming dangerously close to the hem of my little black dress, I can feel what I think is the beginings of a hard on pressing into my belly. I lay my head against his chest and continue to dance, pretending not to notice he is getting aroused.
 
Lilah

I stepped foot into the school, and was swept up in a wave of nostalgia, which I tried to hold back.

I had always told myself that after the ceremony, I'd step out of the gym and never look back. I told myself that I'd get the hell out of the country and never come back - never even think about the place. I told myself I'd never ever pick up a pompom again.

And I was right about the last one, at least. Sure, I attended college in Europe - so I did get the hell out of the country. But I didn't keep the last part of that promise - the part that said I'd never be back. Because here I was.

I hadn't wanted to return. I'd gotten the letter when I was in France, studying History of Art and paying regular trips to the Louvre, and told myself to just throw it out. But I didn't - I wrote back, feeling that I may as well go back just once - and now here I was.

But as soon as I got my nice little name tag from the ever-perky Kylar, my nostalgia disappeared, just like that. It was exactly the same.

Most people never understood why I complained so much about my school, or my town, even after I left it. They couldn't understand why a popular cheerleader with creamy ivory skin, glossy dark hair, perfect round breasts and a willowy-slim figure would ever need to complain. But what they didn't understand was that everything was so monotonous. The only fun I ever had in school was when Cindy and I would make calls at the teachers - and they soon learned to separate us.

I entered the room, and my ice blue eyes scanned the area for a familiar face. So many people had changed - but I reminded myself that everything was the same, still - that I just wanted to find an old friend and sit down.
 
Frank

Cindy and i danced, and as I held her close my mind was occupied in the thought of al I had missed way back then, in not being with it - or more specifically, with her. She felt just wonderful as she snuggled in close, and then laid her head on my shoulder

How nice to hold her. She seemed to be enjoying herself too, and I hoped beyond hope that this feeling for both of us would continue, and maybe even evolve into dancing horizontally.

But I knew there would be people she would want to say hi to and remember old times and talk abot all that had happenned in lives since high school days. Others had arrived, but I had eyes only for Cindy, and wanted to be with her as long as she would be with me.
 
Cindy

As the music ended we broke the embrace and I suggested we go to the bar and get a drink. Not that I really needed anymore but I was thirsty and had vowed I would have a good time despite my anger at my husband not accompanying me. As Frank led me to the bar we ordered our drinks and I sat on the bar stool and crossed my legs letting my skirt ride up a bit giving everyone a good look at my tan legs and from the look on Franks face, he saw a little more than leg as he sat across from me.
 
William Edwards

"So, you do remember me", I smile at her as she continues to hand out name tags. "Well, if you're busy I can see you later, or maybe, well would you like to dance"? Here I go again just like old times, expecting to get turned down.
 
Re: Debbie

I watched as the guy at the bar finished his second drink. Our eyes meet for a minute. I don't think he knows who I am. He was staring at the dance floor. I had turned my attention behind me to the dance floor. Franks hand was sliding up and down on Cindy's back. Each time the hem of her dress rose a little bit.......Then I hear some say to me...." What are you having?".....
Turning Craig is standing next to me. I give him a smile...." I was about to order a Gin and Tonic with a twist of lemon...."
I look to see his name tag.....It is Craig..... I can tell he is not sure who I am.....Have I changed that much in ten years.....I am not the punk I use to be....but I still have my wild side....I turn so he can read my name tag...
 
Frank

I well knew she had had plenty to drink - maybe more than she usually has.. She had stumbled once or twice, and she had had three or four just since I was with her.

I looked at those inviting thighs, and thought "why not?"

So, I asked if she was ready to leave. I was worried abiout her driving home in her condition,l so I suggested that she might like to go get a cup of coffee, so I could get her in better condition to drive, or better yet, have her allow me to drive her home, and she could pick up her car tomorrow here in the nparking lot where it ought to be reasonably safe
 
Cindy

I thought about his offer to drive me home but I wasn't ready to leave the party yet. I recrossed my legs and suggested we get another drink and fine a more comfortable place to sit. We went to a booth in the corner and as he sat down I sat down in the booth next to him and took a long sip out of my drink as I slid in next to him my thigh touching his, his arm slid down the back of the booth and rested across my shoulders. My thoughts turned to my husband who I had never cheated on and I began to feel feelings of guilt mixed with the anger of him going away on business. I also felt feelings of horniness which I contributed to the alcohol and the attention of my dance partner.
 
Craig

A faint smile appears on my lips as I read the nametag... Debbie... the name brings back pictures of the punk girl at school who had always been a bit wild for everyone... looking back up into her face, he could see now that it definitely was her.
"Debbie. I must confess, I didn't recognize you at first. You've changed." he said, his smile growing broader now. I turned to the bartender, ordering two gin and tonics, each with a twist of lemon. Sounded good, he thought, as the bartender went about preparing the drinks.
"So... how have you been?" he asked, relaxing a little as he looked into her eyes.
 
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