Sex in the Sky

The next morning, I woke up before Chad and went down to eat breakfast. Some of the other guys were already there, and I had to wonder if any of them could tell by looking at me…if any of them knew that I had spent most the night getting my cock sucked by my roommate. My head was spinning, trying to figure out what all of this meant, and on top of that all I could think about was how great it felt, having Chad’s mouth and tongue wrapped around my hard cock. I had jacked him off and sucked him, too, but he seemed more interested in doing it to me. He offered to let me fuck him, but I wasn’t quite ready for that step yet. Part of me was dying to, but another part wasn’t so sure. It seemed like fucking him would mean I had crossed a line I couldn’t cross back over.

I joined some of the guys at a table and listened with half an ear to their conversation. Apparently, they had gone and found a local hangout, and several of them were talking about the girls they had picked up and fucked. I figured most of it was bullshit, but the details they were laying out were starting to make me hard. I groaned inside – after the workout Chad had given my cock, I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to get hard again.

“Yeah, man, she was so fuckin’ hot, I thought she was gonna kill me,” said Rob, the catcher. “She was all over me the instant we walked in the door, right, guys?”

They all laughed. “Fuck, man – I couldn’t believe it when I saw her grab your dick, right there on the dance floor,” Bobby said. He leaned back and closed his eyes, stretching. I glanced over and noticed a bulge growing under the sweats he was wearing. I groaned again, thinking of Chad upstairs, naked on the bed we had shared, picturing his huge cock and how it felt in my hand and my mouth. In my mind’s eye, I saw myself sliding under the table and pulling down Bobby’s sweats, taking his cock in my mouth as he and the other guys looked on in surprise.

“…Brian?” I heard someone say. I shook my head and came back into the present.

“Huh?” I said, looking around.

Rob was looking at me strangely. “I said, where were you last night, Brian?”

“Oh. I…uh…I was really tired. I went up to my room and went to sleep,” I said, unable to meet his eyes.

“Yeah, right,” Bobby said, laughing. “You probably had some chick up there all night, didn’t you? Fuck her brains, out, did you?”

“Come on, man,” I said, feeling myself begin to blush.

“Fuck, he’s blushing, guys! You DID! You DID have some chick up there! Where’d you meet her, huh? Come on, man, tell us!” Bobby said, punching me in the shoulder.

I just grinned and kept on eating, wondering what they would say if I told them the real truth. At that moment, Chad came downstairs, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes off of him. He was wearing loose shorts and a muscle shirt, and all I could think of was how gorgeous he was when he was naked. He was truly a beautiful man, and although I had seen him naked many times, I had never looked at him in quite this way before.

“Well, hello, sleeping beauty,” Rob said, teasing him. “It’s about time you got here. What’s wrong, did Brian keep you up all night with his noisy fucking?”

Chad looked over at me and grinned, then to my relief said, “Yeah, that fucker. I had to sleep in the bathroom, he was making so much damn noise.”

The other guys laughed at this, punching me in the shoulder and calling me names. I just grinned and didn’t say anything, meeting Chad’s eyes one time and seeing his amusement. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was – I couldn’t wait to get him alone and naked again.

Eventually, the rest of the team made it down for breakfast, including Cliff, who looked as though he’d had a rough night. He looked happy, but pretty rough. His face was all chapped, and he was walking kind of funny. No one said anything to him, although plenty of curious eyes swiveled his way. He was quiet, but had a satisfied look on his face. I looked around and wondered if one of the other guys had spent some time with him last night. I couldn’t remember who his roomie for the trip was, but I figured I’d hear about it sooner or later.

When we all went back up to change and get ready to go to the field, it was all I could do to keep my hands off of Chad until we got to the room. The minute we were in the door, I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, kissing him and grinding against him. Neither of us had shaved yet, and I could feel his stubble on my face. His cock was hard, and so was mine as I rubbed against him. He reached down and pulled me hard against him, and I moaned as he slid his hands down inside my sweats and grabbed my ass roughly.

“Mmm, you like this now, huh, faggot?” he whispered, squeezing my naked ass.

“Fuck you, asshole. This is all your fault,” I said, frantically rubbing my cock against his.

“You don’t take what you don’t like, fucking fairy,” he said, and slid his middle finger down the crack of my ass.

“Oh fuck,” I said, feeling something electric shoot through my cock. Chad laughed and kissed me hard, then pushed himself off the wall and wrestled me down to the floor. We fought, and somehow that was more of a turn on than anything. I tried to push him off of me, but he was bigger and had more leverage. He was straddling me with his legs and had my arms trapped behind his knees, and he slowly pulled the front of his shorts down until his cock popped out. I couldn’t help staring at it, and he laughed.

“You like my cock now, don’t you, bitch?” he said, reaching down and stroking it lightly. I moaned and licked my lips. I started to buck my hips, my hard cock poking at his ass through our clothes. “What? Now you want to fuck me? Is that it?”

I gasped and nodded. It hit me that yes, I wanted to feel my cock slide into his tight ass. Whatever line I was afraid of crossing, I had crossed it last night by letting Chad take as much of my cock as he wanted.

Chad laughed and leaned over me. “Well, I’m afraid we don’t have time for a proper ass-fucking, but if you’re good, I’ll give you a good face fuck. What do you think?”

“God yes,” I moaned, my hard cock throbbing as I thrust my hips up into him.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, you be ready and relax, and I’m going to slide my cock into your mouth,” he said, and kissed me hard again. He stood up and slid his shorts off, then reached down and slid my sweats off. He looked at my hard cock and smiled, then knelt down between my legs and took it in his mouth. I gasped, not expecting him to do that, and put my hands on his head as he moved up and down, my cock sliding in and out of his warm, wet mouth.

“Ohhh fuck,” I moaned, my hips jerking up to him. He groaned and took my balls in his hands, fondling them, then gently slid one finger into my ass. I cried out as he probed me, jamming my hard cock into his mouth. He pulled away and grinned at me, then moved his body up along mine until he was full length on top of me, our cocks rubbing together.

“Oh yeah, you like it now, bitch,” he said, his eyes gleaming. He reached over and grabbed a pillow from the bed and put it under my head, then slowly slid his body up mine until his cock was under my chin. I put my hands on his ass and squeezed, and he threw his head back and moaned.

“Give it to me,” I said, gasping for breath. He was propped up on his hands, and he looked down at me, then moved up until his cock was over my mouth. I reached up with one hand and took him into my mouth, and he moaned and began to slide in and out. I hadn’t yet been able to take all of his cock in my mouth, but I was determined to this time. I made myself relax and open wide, and he grunted in surprise as he realized he was able to slide in more than he had last night.

“Ohh yes, Brian,” he moaned, “Take all of my hard cock, that’s it.” He began moving a little faster, and I slid my hands back up to his ass and started pushing him deeper in. He was panting harder, grunting with each thrust, and I was able to relax enough to let him slide all the way in.

“Fuck YES!” he cried out, and began thrusting even harder. I let my lips tighten up just enough to create friction, but let my throat relax, and it seemed to make him crazy. He started pumping faster, then I got bold and slid a finger into his ass. He stiffened when he felt it, then relaxed and pushed his ass up toward me, letting me slide another finger inside him.

“That’s it, fuck my ass, bitch,” he said. “Suck my cock and fuck my ass, that’s it. Come on, asshole, make me cum.”

I was about to cum too, my cock throbbing and aching to be sucked, or stroked or something. I felt my fingers sliding in and out of his tight asshole and pictured my cock there, sliding in and out, fucking him while I reached around to jack him off. That did it for me – my hard cock exploded, shooting cum all over my stomach and chest, and probably on Chad’s ass, as well.

“I’m cumming, Brian,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum all over your fucking mouth.”

I moaned, my mouth full of his dick, and held him there as his cock exploded like mine had done. He grunted and moaned loudly, jamming his cock into my throat one last time, then collapsed on top of me. I sucked on his cock as it went soft, licking the cum that I hadn’t swallowed, then he rolled off of me and laid back on the floor, covered in sweat and breathing hard.

“Fuck, you goddamn cocksucker,” he groaned. “How am I supposed to have enough energy to play now?”

I laughed and sat up, wiping my chin and leaning against the bed. “You started it, asshole. I just finished the job, that’s all.”

“I guess we need to shower and get ready,” he said. “We’ve only got an hour left.”

We looked at each other and laughed, and I said, “We are NOT showering together, you got that? The last thing I need is to be rubbing up against your naked body again.”

“Fine,” he said. “Plenty of time for that when we get home, anyway.” He winked at me and laughed as I stared at him, silenced. I hadn’t even thought about what would happen when we got back to school. The thought of having him all to myself every night sent a shiver right through me, and I jumped up and hopped in the shower before anything else could happen.

Everyone was pretty quiet on the bus ride over to the ball field. Chad and I decided it would be best if we didn’t sit together, and since there was plenty of room on the charter bus, everyone had their own seat anyway. It might have looked weird if we had sat together. I got my iPod out and put my headphones on, losing myself in the music and in thoughts of what I wanted to do to Chad…and what I wanted him to do to me. I wondered if Coach knew about how much cocksucking was going on with his team. I looked over at Cliff, but he had headphones plugged in and had his eyes closed. I wondered if he was thinking about who he had fucked – or who had fucked him – last night.

‘Stop it,’ I told myself sternly. ‘Concentrate on the fucking game, you idiot. If we lose, there will be hell to pay.’ I forced myself to think of nothing but the game ahead, and by the time we got to the field, I was ready to play.

The game itself was no big deal. We killed the high school boys, but all the same, they were pretty good. We had a lot of fun, and the younger guys improved even as the game went on. They were a great bunch of guys, not at all threatened by us being there, and they treated us with respect even though they joked around with us quite a bit, calling us “old man” and shit like that. The day had warmed up considerably, and instead of playing a double header, both coaches decided one game was enough, so they sent us to the showers and told us to pack up so we could get home.

The showers were pretty crowded with both teams being in there, so I was just thinking I might wait to shower off when some of the high school guys came over and said we could use the girl’s stalls, since none of them were there. A few of us took our gear and went over there, but Chad stayed with the other guys. I thought it was just as well, because I’d probably get a hard on if I saw him naked again.

The girl’s showers were different – much cleaner, for one thing, and they actually had stalls instead of a big, open room. I went to turn on the lights, but they didn’t work. It was almost pitch black in there, and the high school guys apologized and said the school was trying to conserve energy, but promised that the hot water worked. There was just enough light to find my way to a shower, but once I got in and pulled the curtain, it was totally dark. It didn’t matter to me – I knew where the faucets were, so I turned them on and let the warm water rush over me.

I was soaping myself up, my eyes closed, when I felt someone behind me. I started to turn around, but a hand reached around me and started to stroke my cock. I was so surprised that I nearly choked on the water running over my face, but the person behind me wouldn’t let me turn around. Even with my eyes open, I couldn’t see, so I just closed my eyes again and waited to see what was going to happen. I thought it first it was Chad behind me, but the body was smaller and the hand wasn’t as big or rough. Still, he seemed to know what he was doing, and I felt myself growing hard as he continued to stroke me. He pushed himself up against my back and reached around with his free hand to pinch my nipples, and I moaned before I could catch myself. The hand left my nipples and took one of my hands, pulling it around behind me and placing it on an erect cock. I knew what he wanted, and I closed my fist around his cock and held it there as he started to rock back and forth. I heard a soft moan in my ear, and figured it was probably one of the high school guys behind me. I didn’t say anything, and neither did he. We just stood there, him stroking me and fucking my fist with his cock. It occurred to me to be glad I was young, because it seemed like my cock was always hard these days, and always full of cum. I admit, I was a little tender, but a few minutes of gentle stroking was doing wonders for that.

I could feel the guy behind me tensing up, and his cock started to throb in my hand. The water was rushing over both of us, nice and warm, and my own cock was beginning to throb in his hand. He put his mouth against my back and I heard a muffled moan, then felt something spurt onto my back as he came all over me. My fist, already wet from the water, became slick with his cum. He moved my hand and started to stroke me faster, then pushed me against the wall and pulled my hips toward him. I felt him slide down, still stroking my cock, then I felt a tongue begin to probe my asshole.

“Ohh god,” I moaned, then muffled my mouth against my upper arm. I had never had my ass licked before, although I’d heard guys talk about making their girlfriends do it. It had always sounded kind of gross to me, actually…but I was quickly changing my mind about that. I moved out from the wall a bit and bent over, giving him more access to my ass. He knelt behind me and, still stroking my cock, began to slide his tongue in and out of my asshole. I couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt. I could feel myself about to cum, and I tried to stop him from stroking me, but he wouldn’t let me. He spun me around, and the next thing I knew, my cock was in his mouth and he was sucking me. I couldn’t help myself - I grabbed the back of his head and face-fucked him, much like Chad had done to me. I jammed my cock into his mouth and he took the whole thing, sucking as hard as he could. I was pounding into his mouth, my hips moving back and forth as fast as I could go, and suddenly I came right in his mouth. He didn’t say a word, just moaned and sucked me until I couldn’t stand it and had to pull out of his mouth. As I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath, I heard the curtain open and he was gone.

‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘What the hell is in the water up here? I’ve had more sex in the past two days than in the last month!’

I finished my shower and slowly, wearily, got dressed and went out to the bus. Not everyone was there yet, so I got a seat near the back, put my headphones on, and promptly fell asleep.

When I woke up a bit later, it was already dark and the bus was quiet. I looked around to see if anyone was awake, but everyone seemed to be sleeping. Even Coach was up in the front of the bus with his cap pulled down over his eyes. I had been so tired, I hadn’t even felt the bus take off. I stretched and got up to go to the bathroom, then sat back down and thought about everything that had happened over the past couple of days. Amazingly, something I had never even considered doing was now something I couldn’t wait to do – I wanted to fuck a guy’s ass and let him fuck me. I sighed, thinking of how good it felt when Chad stroked or sucked me, remembering how that guy’s tongue felt in my ass. I wondered who it had been, and the thought occurred to me that it could have been one of my teammates. The body had felt small to me, but then, I was used to Chad’s big ass, so maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. He sure had known what he was doing, no doubt about that.

As I sat there looking out the window and was about to drift off to sleep again, I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked, and it was Chad, sitting there with a big grin on his face.

“Have a nice shower?” he asked, whispering.

I snorted. “Shit, Chad, do you know everything that goes on?”

He just grinned, looking very pleased with himself. “Well, I had to make sure you were being taken care of, since I couldn’t do it myself. There were too many eyes on both of us, in case you didn’t notice.”

“What the fuck? YOU sent that guy in there?” I asked, incredulous.

“Shh! Shut up, you idiot!” he hissed, putting his hand over my mouth and laughing again. “Of course I did! I wanted to fuck you right then and there, but it would have been too obvious if we’d both gone to the other showers.”

I sighed and relaxed, then leaned against the window. “Well, who the hell did you send in there? He sure knew what he was doing.”

“That’s my little secret, I’m afraid. He only did it on the condition that it be anonymous,” he said, putting his hand on my thigh. I looked down at his hand, then looked back up at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he said, sliding his hand over to my crotch. I was wearing sweats with no underwear, and I’m sure he knew that.

“Fuck, Chad, what if someone wakes up and sees us?”

“Don’t be such a pussy, little man. They’re all sound asleep, even Coach. So what do you say? Wanna play?” he said, rubbing the bulge that was growing in my pants.

“Ohh fuck, of course I do.”

“Okay, but here are the rules. You have to look straight ahead, and you can’t touch me or make any sound until I give you permission. You got that?”

I sighed deeply, leaning back and sitting on my hands, then looked over at him.

“I’m all yours,” I said.

His lips curved in a smile, and he faced forward, not looking at me. I looked up to the front of the bus, watching Coach, who was still asleep with his cap pulled down. I decided not to watch what Chad was doing, so I kept my eyes forward.

He reached into my sweats and pulled the front down so my cock was hanging out. I was semi-hard, but I knew that wouldn’t last long. Chad settled in next to me, reaching into his own sweats and pulling out his cock. He put his hand in my lap and began to gently run his fingertips along the top of my cock. I gasped and jerked, then bit my lip to keep from making any noise. He did that for what seemed like ages, just touched me gently until my cock was standing straight up. He would rub the top, then slide his fingers underneath and rub there, then reach down and play with my balls. I tell you, I was having a hell of a time not making any noise. I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Chad’s hand stroking his own cock slowly, and I could tell he was as hard as I was.

“Oh fuck! Karen!” I finally managed. “Never in my entire life…”

In that instant, she reclaimed me with her mouth, sucking me in fully and effectively claiming my soul.

Karen finished removing my shoes, socks, yanking my jeans and shorts off the rest of the way. I helped by removing my own shirt as she did, watching a moment later as she crawled back onto the bed, acting almost like a cat about to pounce on some prey she had cornered.

“When you’ve more fully recovered, I’ll do that again, and make it feel even better next time!” she told me.

To be frank, I was confused. She noticed, smiling almost sadly towards me.

“I know you’re a virgin Chad. And I have no intention of changing that! I think it’s important that your first time be with someone you really care about.”

I was about to inform her that she pretty much fit that particular bill, but she hushed me with a finger, placing it against my lips before I could speak.

“I know what you’re about to say…want to say Chad. But given time, you’ll know I’m right. You’re feeling infatuation, lust, and desire. All those feelings. And I know that you care about me, the same way that I care about you. But its not the same way you will eventually feel towards the woman who you make love to for the first time.”

Frustrated, I lay in puzzlement, so much had happened so fast, and so quickly, that I had allowed my hopes to escalate as she knelt before me pleasuring my penis.

Still unsure of what to expect, especially now, Karen slid her voluptuous body up and over mine. We kissed, passionately, yet tenderly. The press of her breasts against my chest already reawakening my semi-flaccid prick as our lips continued their embrace, tongues dancing.

Karen lifted herself upwards, still maintaining contact with me for a moment as she did. In the next instant, she sat upon my chest looking down towards me.

“As I pleasured you, I’m going to teach you how to pleasure a woman in the same way. Something that one day, your girlfriend, or your wife will more fully appreciate!”

“Oral sex 101?” I asked, in some attempt at nervous humor.

She did laugh however, as she began to move even more intimately towards me.

“As I taught you how to read and write, I will also teach you how to lick and tease a woman’s pussy.”

Karen positioned herself above me, still far enough away that my world suddenly changed. Above, she allowed me the wonder of seeing a woman’s sex for the first time. I marveled at the patterned puffy lips that barred the way into her internal depths. I could smell the musky, heady aroma of her fragrance, drinking it all in through senses suddenly intensified as she reached back with her hand, softly stroking my rapidly hardening penis.

“Take your time,” she instructed me. “Look, feel and taste to your hearts content,” she added.

So I did. With my eyes I searched out every nuance and cranny, saw the glint of moisture as it gathered between the soft petals of her lips. I toyed with the tip of my finger, parting each, rolling them between my index finger and thumb as I explored the delicate flesh. Hearing her soft moans told me that my inexperienced explorations were still bringing her pleasure. Her hand clasped me even more firmly, a reminder that my own arousal was once again reaching fever pitch.

“Pull them apart with your hands,” she whispered breathlessly. “Do you see the small pink little nubbin of flesh at the top of my slit?”

“Yes!” I whispered back, breathing deeply at the sweet pungent odor that assailed my nostrils.

“That’s my clit,” she informed me. “A tiny penis if you will, super sensitive to the touch,” she left off saying.

I touched it. She stiffened, tensing just barely, but her hand still firmly wrapped around my dick confirmed in that instant that I had given her pleasure even if it was minor and simple at the brief contact with her femininity.

“Lick…it,” she gasped, finding her breathing harder to control. “Softly, very, very softly,” she urged.

Once again, I did as she instructed me to. Using the tip of my tongue, I lightly placed it upon the dance-floor of her clitoris, allowing the tip of my flesh to just touch ever so lightly, the tip of hers. Once again she moaned.

“Yes Chad, yes. That’s it. Just like that,” she assured me.

I continued to lick her, slowly increasing the pressure as well as the rapidity of my tongue thrusts, as she continued to instruct and teach me to do.

“Now suck it…suck it like I sucked your cock!” she said in a voice filled with pure raw lust and desire.

I captured that tiny morsel of flesh between my lips, drawing it in, feeling the tiny piece of flesh stretch, expand, gathered between my lips as I held on, sucking it as I had earlier sucked her sweet firm nipples.

“Now lick it…lick it again. Slowly this time, softly….slowly,” she continued to say teaching me in those precious few words how to please and pleasure her as only a woman could know how to do.

As we continued our lesson, as I switched back and forth between licking and sucking, faster and slower, harder and softer, I had on my own, reached up with both hands, finding her breasts once again. The feel of them as they filled my hands caused an excited lurch within my prick. I felt a bubble of moisture form, bursting within the tiny eye-slit of my cock, which Karen in turn quickly discovered, using it to further caress me with.

“Pinch them Chad, pinch them while you do that,” she begged me.

I had once again captured her clit between my lips, furiously sucking it now, her nipples equally hard as I rolled them, pinching them, almost afraid that I was hurting her in some way as I did. The pleasure pain was intense however, and she gloried in it, laughing excitedly, as she began moving herself above me, sliding the hot wet moisture of her cunt back and forth against my face.

I felt her stiffen, felt a sudden emergence of even more moisture as it coated my face, still tugging, still licking, still lapping at the crevice of her femininity as it bathed me in her pleasures.

She shook, racked with sudden sobs that alarmed me, making me fear for a moment that I had indeed injured or hurt her in some way.

“Karen? Karen?” I asked repeatedly. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did I…”

She rolled off of me, quickly smothering my face in kisses. I felt new moisture as her tears fell freely onto my face. Yet, she really wasn’t crying, as the giddiness of her ecstasy soon proved. She laughed, yet wasn’t laughing. Her soft giggles of pleasure accompanying each kiss upon me, my lips, nose, each eye and finally my chin.

“Oh Chad…Chad, it’s been so long. Too long,” she amended. “I haven’t felt like this in years,” hugging me, caressing me, her hand so softly stroking my prick that it nearly didn’t even register as she continued doing it.

Karen rolled over onto her back spreading her legs, bent at the knee. “Come here,” she told me.

I thought for a moment she had changed her mind, the smile on my face suddenly widening as I approached her, my cock hard, stiff and joyously expectant.

“No,” her look telling me otherwise.

Placing her hand about me, she directed my prick against the opening of her slit, allowing a brief tantalizing penetration of her nether lips. Spreading herself open with the other, her clit winked at me, the tip of my cock soon introduced, kissing it as she slowly moved it back and forth against herself.

“Oh fuck…that’s nice…” I moaned, enjoying the silkiness of her pussy as it caressed the head of my slippery sliding prick.

Karen continued to tease herself, teasing me with both her hand as well as her cunt. Too soon I felt the second surge of desire racing up the length of my shaft. But she was expecting it, purposely creating it to happen in just that way.

“Shoot it all over me,” she urged desperately. “Cream my clitty Chad,” she said, jerking my prick in a hard steady rhythm as I knelt between her legs, watching the first white rope of my jisim suddenly envelope her clit, bathing it in a hot sticky torrent of tormented pleasure. “That’s it! That’s it Chad…cum on me baby, cum on me! Shoot that fuck-juice all over my pussy baby…cover me in that delicious white cream!”

In truth, I had never seen myself spurt so much. Though it seemed like an eternity, I soon lost count of the number of ejaculations that I threw against that beautifully open pussy. It was soon covered in an abundance of cream that ran in tiny rivers down inside her slit, down between both thighs, puddeling upon the sheets.

Exhausted, I collapsed beside her, lying at an angle that still presented me with a surrealistic picture of her sex as it dripped with the pearly moisture of my climax. Fascinated, I lay there watching Karen as she began to tenderly caress herself, using my juices as she teased, explored, and gradually intensified the manipulations of her wet juicy quim.

With her finger, she traced the outline of her proud standing clit. Dipping it repeatedly in the milky white fluid, using it to coax herself closer and closer to climax. I watched as she drew her fingers like a lovers caress down between the soft downy groove of her slit, seeking out the puddles of my nectar that had gathered there, placing bits of it upon her hard nipples, caressing, massaging, and playfully teasing herself over and over with my essence. When she came, she came slowly…long, and hard. I watched her face as it screwed up in pleasure, saw her face turn nearly purple with the joy of her release, saw her fingers driving inside herself with my juice still clinging fiercely to them until she too was spent, satiated beyond all possible relief.

It was in that moment of time that I also knew that we would never again share nor experience this form of intimacy with one another again. It was as though I had pulled the pages from a workbook, unable to return them, unable to go back.

As we held one another for hours, watching the room darken, covering us in a blanket of security and comfort, I held her as tightly as she held me. The reality of our relationship ending in the only way that it could.

It was the last time I would call her Karen. In the weeks and months that followed, she once again became Ms. Jenkins. And though our relationship remained friendly, courteous with a profound mutual respect for one another, it never again approached the level of intimacy we had once known.

Though oft times labeled or kidded as being ‘teachers pet’, especially in Ms. Jenkins class, as my self-confidence grew, so did my relationship with several other students. By the time graduation came, I did so with a better than average grade level, and with numerous friends that I could now count on as being just that.

Sadly, I learned shortly after graduating that Ms. Jenkins would not be returning the following year, having taken a lucrative teaching job elsewhere. I made no attempt to follow where she’d gone, nor contact her in anyway. And I knew that she had wanted it that way too.

Ten years passed.

At twenty-eight, I had established my own business. And though I certainly wasn’t a millionaire, I was financially comfortable and proud of my achievements. I had certainly dated, lost my virginity to a woman who I had cared about. Karen had certainly been right about that. It had meant something special, and always would. But I still felt like it could have been the same with her too. I remained unmarried as I searched for the perfect woman to share my life with. But though there were many I cared about, I found none that I loved nor any that loved me for anything more than my financial stability.

Arriving home after a particularly busy day, I’d collected the mail, smiling inwardly as I saw a letter from my old high school. It was a notice that our ten year reunion was coming up, asking for an R.S.V.P., if I was planning on attending. I thought about it, nearly discarding the notion until I thought how it might be interesting to actually show up, and see how those who had thought me dumb or stupid might actually see me now.

As I lived a fair distance away, I made reservations with the hotel who’d been specifically assigned for returning alumni, now finding myself anxiously awaiting for the date of our ten year reunion.

When the night finally arrived, I found myself standing in a surprisingly crowded ballroom where many of my old friends along with their partners, greeted me in a welcome warm embrace. For those who had thought less of me, it was a minor delight to see the shocked expressions on their faces as they eventually learned of my successful business accomplishments.

“Chad?”

I turned at the sound of my name. Curious as to who might have recognized me as I had already seen most everyone that I had really known or cared much about. When I did, I felt my heart skip a beat, my breath suddenly swallowed as I fought to find it again.

“Ms. Jenkins?” I responded in shocked wonder.

“I think you can call me Karen,” she responded delightedly.

Her hair was much shorter now, but she looked every bit as good as she had ten years ago. If anything, she looked even better at forty-eight than most women my age did.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, suddenly feeling like that same shy student I had been all those years ago.

Now it was her turn to blush. “I was curious,” she began.

“Curious? About what?” I asked interrupting her.

She laughed. That same wonderful laugh I had heard so many times before as we sat around the kitchen table studying together.

“About you mainly. Wondering if you’d even be here. Wondering how things turned out for you,” she finally finished saying.

I looked about expectantly. “Are you here with anyone?” I asked cautiously.

“No. You?”

I shook my head, “Never found the right woman.”

She smiled, the grin on her face as bright and alive as I remembered it. The touch of her hand as it sought mine just as electrifying as the first time we’d ever kissed.

“You have a room?” she asked seductively.

As before, I nodded my head, words failing me.

“Come on then, there’s a few things I think I can still teach you,” she said. “And probably, a few things you can teach me,” she added giggling.

As I followed her down the hallway hand in hand towards the elevators, I found myself relishing in the fact that for a while at least, I would be ‘teachers pet’ once again.