There were more revelations as they continued around the room, but nothing terribly earth shattering, except for Debbie Leffler having married a missionary; she was on home leave from some place in Africa with her husband. Sharon and Scott talked about it briefly and smiled at the ironic reversal of roles. If anyone would have been expected to be a missionary’s wife it was Jennlynn Swift, while Debbie had been the easiest girl in the class by a long ways, as several guys present could attest to if they wanted.

There was considerably more: some home videos taken back at various activities during school days. Twenty years made a difference with a lot of the people at the reunion, and there was much laughter at how things had been back in school. There were some clips of the state girls’ basketball finals in their senior year, the year the team won the state championship for the second time in a row. There was also a moment of silence for departed classmates; they’d lost four in high school, three of them in a horrendous car wreck in our junior year. They’d also lost two more classmates in the ten years since the last reunion, cancer having claimed one, a construction accident the other. Emily tiptoed around the names; there were still some people who were sensitive about what had happened in the wreck and she didn’t want to stir up that old controversy.

With the formal part of the program finished, such as it was, there was more visiting the bar and standing around talking about the good old days that most agreed they were glad to have behind them. Presently a few people started to hit the road for home, and the crowd hanging around started to dwindle. While Aaron and Amber Heisler had been at the table with Bob, Sharon, and the Tylers, they had to hit the road early because of a family commitment. Scott and Sonja, however, had figured on getting too tipsy to drive home and had arranged for a room at the chain motel where the reunion was being held. Several other class members were staying there, as well, since many no longer had family in the area.

Bob and Sharon both spent time with other classmates, just catching up on things, but after a while even that began to pall. There were a few people that Bob had been happy to see and wouldn’t mind seeing again if the opportunity arose, but there were some he’d be just as happy to go another ten years or more before he saw them again.

Finally, Bob turned to Sharon and said, “Hey, kid, it’s been real, but I really need to be hitting the road myself.”

“But Bob,” she said, looking at him, “I don’t want this night to end. It’s been too good to see you again. Do you have to go?”

“Afraid I do,” he replied. “I didn’t get a reservation for a room tonight.”

“That doesn’t matter,” she said softly. “Please, Bob. Stay with me. The last thing I want to do tonight is to go to bed by myself. “

“Sharon?”

“Come on, Bob. We’re both adults, we’re not kids any more. I’ve had lovers in the past and I’m sure you must have had, too. It’s been much too long for me, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend the night with, this night especially.”

Bob looked down at her pleading eyes and smiled. “Well, I didn’t want to go that badly,” he said softly, realizing that he’d been expecting this to happen somehow. “In fact, I was trying to think of some way of hinting that I could join you.”

“Thank you, Bob,” she smiled. “Whatever happens tomorrow happens, but tonight I want you with me.”

“Works for me,” he said. “One question, though. Do you want to leave separately or do we leave together and make it clear to everyone what’s going on?”

“Oh, let’s leave together,” she smiled. “I think this group needs a little fresh gossip. Let’s make our goodbyes, since we may not see some of these people again, soon or ever.”

For the next few minutes they worked their way around the room, saying goodbye to their classmates. There were more than a few smiles at the way Sharon clung to Bob, hugging his arm; nothing was said, but Bob was sure that it looked like what they were planning was absolutely clear to everyone. Finally, the two left the reunion behind and headed out of the room. If there had been any question about what they were doing, it would have been answered by the way the two walked out the door with their arms around each other’s waists.

It was only a short walk and an elevator ride up to Sharon’s second-floor room. She fumbled with the card reader, then let them into the room. As soon as the door closed behind them, she turned and took him in her arms, and they were kissing hot and heavy, their arms holding each other tight. “Sharon,” he said when they came up for air, “You really don’t have to do this, you know.”

“But I want to,” she smiled at him. “It’s been much too long since I’ve had someone in bed with me, and longer yet since it was a man.”

“Sharon?” he asked quizzically.

“I haven’t had anyone in Buffalo,” she replied. “But before that, I was living with a girl … oh, hell, Bob, I was a lesbian for a while, let’s not mince words. It was very comforting to have anyone at all, since I’ve had so few people intimate with me in my life, but there was a certain something lacking in that relationship that only a man can provide adequately. Bob, I’m not the innocent little girl anymore. I like sex, but I like to have it with someone I care about, at least a little. Don’t you feel the same way?”

“I don’t know,” he said shyly. “I never have.”

“My God!” she exclaimed. “You’re a virgin?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Did you notice that Jennlynn and I were careful to not let on that we’re more familiar with each other than people would expect us to be?”

“Bob? Jennlynn? You mean, professionally?”

“Yes,” he said. “Well, actually only once with her, she was darn expensive even in those days, and that was well before the hijacking. In fact, it was even before she became Learjet Jenn, back when she was still flying her twin Cessna.”

“How did this come about? You were at that place in Nevada where it’s legal?”

“Right,” he nodded. “One of those places, actually. There are a few counties in Nevada where prostitution is legal. Sharon, you know me, I’m shy, I’ve never done well with women, and I’ve never had much luck. Back while I was still in the army, at Fort Carson, a bunch of us got three day passes and drove to Nevada, to one of the legal houses outside of Pahrump. And, well, that’s how I lost my virginity, and I guess that’s why I’ve been to Nevada a couple times a year ever since. It’s not for the gambling or the shows, it’s to get a car and drive out to Pahrump or Antelope Valley. From what was said tonight, it sounds like Jennlynn owns a piece of the house at Antelope Valley now, the Redlite Ranch.”

“Oh, Bob,” she said, almost tearfully. “That’s sad.”

“In a way, you’re right,” he said. “But it least it’s simple and avoids emotional distractions, but over the years I’ve been able to fuck a number of rather beautiful if emotionally hard young women, and yes, Jennlynn was one of them. But I’m no virgin and I think I can give you an adequate time, if you really want it.”

“Oh, yes, Bob. More than ever, now. I feel like I need to show you how much better it is with someone you care about, rather than just a paid piece of meat. But Bob, why are we standing here talking about this when we could be in bed doing it?”

“Just so we know we’re talking about the same thing. Besides, you’re the one who likes to talk.”

“Of course I do,” she snickered. “But, you know, one change in twenty years that wasn’t commented on tonight was the fact that I’ve discovered something I like almost as well as talking, although I’ve never been able to do it anything like as much as I would like. Let’s quit talking and get on with it.”

“Hold it,” he smiled. “I need to make a note of the date.”

“What do you mean?” she grinned.

“I need to make a note of the date that you said, ‘Let’s quit talking.’”

“Oh, you,” she grinned. “Why is it you’re supposedly so shy with women but you’re not shy with me?”

“Mostly because it’s you,” he grinned, reaching down to pull up the hem of her print peasant top. “You get through to me in a way that no one else ever has. Let’s face it, Sharon. You irritate a lot of people with your nonstop talking and you know it. For some reason, it mostly doesn’t bother me.”

“I suppose that’s true,” she replied as she felt the warmth of his hands on the bare skin of her back as she reached up to untie his tie. “I like to think I’m an outgoing person, and I guess I am, but I think I’m somewhat shy, too. Oh, my word, that feels good. You have no idea how long it’s been since I felt something that good. I think the talking covers up the shyness a little. There’s a front hook on the bra, Bob, let me get it. Oh, my I like that,” she said as she felt a hand on the bare skin of one of her breasts. “But Bob, just remember, there’s always one way to keep me from talking. It’s very hard for me to talk when you have your tongue in my mouth.”

“I always figured that,” he said, bending forward to kiss her as he reached for the button of her skirt.

Very little was said for the next few minutes other than random moans and groans, but during that time their clothes all hit the floor. Her hand went to his swollen member, and her mere touch of it drove his excitement almost through the roof. He was ready to rumble. “Oh, Bob,” she moaned. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

“How do you want it?” he said as he helped her down onto the nearby bed. “Warm and loving, or fast and hard.”

“Oh, my God Bob, fast and hard, I’m so wet it’s running down my legs and I’m so horny I could bite nails.”

Obedient to her wishes, Bob half laid, half threw her onto the bed, not even bothering to throw back the covers. He was on her in an instant, as her legs spread wide to accept him. “Oh, Bob, fuck me fuck me,” she babbled. “Shove that thing up in me hard Bob fuck me fuck me …”

If she was that anxious there was no point in wasting time on preliminaries, at least not this time. Within seconds he was doing her bidding, hard, intense and fast as she urged him on: “Yes … oh … yes … fuck … me … Bob … fuck … me … hard … yes … ohhhh … yes … fuck … me … oh … fuck …”

Her voice kept rising slowly, in pitch and in intensity until she was nearly screaming. In the back of his mind Bob wondered if they were making too much noise, but it wasn’t enough to overcome his desires to pump on her eager body harder, harder, feeling his own excitement build as hers did. He might have spoken himself but somehow, deep inside he wanted to direct all his energy, all his force into her body, not waste any of it on words as she went on. “Bob … don’t … stop …harder… please … don’t … oh … God … OHHH … my …GODDDD … “until she virtually shouted in his ear: Oh … God … Yes … Yes … YES … YES … OH … YESSSSSSS … BOOOBBBBBBB!”

The joy and the excitement of her orgasm pushed him over the edge as well, and he was coming as she did, thrust as deep into her as he could manage as his body spasmed and his sperm was dumped as far into her as he could get. He could not have stopped if he tried and he did not want to try. Weak and exhausted now, he let himself collapse onto her warm body, keeping enough weight on his elbows and knees to keep from crushing her, wanting to hold her, savor her, not let her away. She’d been working too, he could tell, she was just about as sweaty as he was as they both lay there. “Thank you, Bob,” he heard her say in a voice fuzzy with satiation, “I needed that. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

“I needed it too,” he finally managed to say. “That was wonderful. I hope we didn’t wake the neighbors.”

“If we did, maybe they’ll get turned on themselves,” she giggled. He leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on her lips, and somehow it turned into an all out feasting of tongue upon tongue, lip upon lip. It was several minutes before he felt his back getting stiff from the enjoyable but awkward position, and he had no choice but to move to relieve the stresses. It turned into a shuffle to roll himself off of her, and in a moment they were lying beside each other, arms still around each other, bodies still in contact. “Bob,” she whispered. “Do you smoke?”

“That’s not smoke, that’s steam,” he wisecracked. “God, Sharon, that was the hottest ever.”

“Thank you, Bob,” she said an a voice that carried a grin with it that he could see in the last glimpse of light from the window – they hadn’t even managed to turn on a light or draw the drapes, not that either one of them cared. “I don’t smoke very much,” she said softly, “But I’ve always felt a cigarette tastes absolutely wonderful at times like these, and I thought I could taste a little tobacco on your mouth.”

“Yes, I smoke, not a lot,” he said. “And right now, a cigarette would be wonderful. Just a minute, I’ll go get one.”

There was a partial pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his coat, along with a small disposable lighter. In seconds, he was back beside her on the bed, both of them nude and cool from their sweat. In the flare of light from the flame, he could see a wonderful, contented smile on her face. He drew deep on the cigarette – yes, he’d been wanting one for hours now, and the warm rush of the nicotine washed over him as he handed the glowing cylinder to her. He could see the light of the tip grow bright as she took a deep drag on it, held it in, and let it out as she handed it back to him. “Oh, that tastes good,” she said. “People who don’t smoke don’t know what they’re missing. There is nothing better than sharing a cigarette after sex.”

“Absolutely,” he smiled back at her, glancing at her nude body in the dim light of the cigarette. It seemed magical in the low red light. “God, Sharon, that was wonderful and you’re wonderful. I’m sorry I came at you that hard, I should have given you at least a little foreplay.”

“Oh, no, don’t be sorry,” she said. “It was exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed. My God, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t had me like that. We can do slow and sensual next time, I needed it hard and fast and that’s what you gave me. Thank you, Bob, that was wonderful. How do I compare to a professional?”

“Couldn’t be better,” he said. “At least you mean it, where you know when you’re with them that it’s almost always an act with the clock ticking. I think maybe you were right.”

“Well, at least I captured that virginity from you,” she replied, the flare of a drag of the cigarette lighting her nude body again.

“So how do I compare to a woman?”

“Oh, there’s no comparison, no comparison at all,” she replied, taking another puff on the cigarette before handing it back to him. “Like I told you, there’s a certain male something that’s missing in sex with a woman, and a strap-on just doesn’t fill the void, or missing that wonderful male smell of rut. There’s a reality that’s just missing. Don’t get me wrong, it was a lot of fun with Laura, she was a warm person and very affectionate, which I needed at the time, but I think we both knew from the beginning that there was nothing there in the long run for either of us. It was just an infatuation that ran its course rather quickly. I still care about her though we haven’t seen each other since I moved to Buffalo. Of course, when a woman is with a woman there are some things that are different. It was very exciting when she went down on me. You do oral sex, don’t you?”

“Whenever I can,” he smiled. “We should have gone there first, but you wanted to get to the main course so quickly.”

“Of course I wanted to,” she said. “Bob, you have no idea how long it’s been since I felt a live dick within me. It has been years, Bob, years! I’d almost begun to worry that I’d never feel it again, and to get it so well, of course I’m thrilled.”

“Sharon,” he said softly. “I’m sorry I have to ask this, and I should have done it before I jumped you, but are you protected? I was so excited that it just slipped my mind.”

“Protected? Oh, you mean baby-proofed, yes, I am, you needn’t worry. I had an IUD put in some years ago and had it renewed early this year while I still had health insurance. I was on pills some years ago but I found that they made me gain weight, so I dropped them. Then one night I found myself in an exciting situation kind of like this. Neither of us were prepared and both of us wanted sex. I told Paul … yes, I think his name was Paul, that he’d have to take me in the ass, and he did.”

“You do that, too?”

“Oh yes, not often and not for years, but it was that occasion that made me decide on getting the IUD,” she said, taking a final drag on the cigarette and handing the butt back to him. It didn’t feel to him like there was enough tobacco left for another drag of his own, so he rolled over slightly to stub it out in the ashtray beside the bed. “The way I figure it, the pain of taking it in the ass is nothing compared to the pain of squeezing a baby out of my crotch nine months later. Do you like it that way?”

“Only did it once,” he said. “It was fun, different, but you don’t usually find girls in the houses that will do it. Occasionally there are, and I met this one girl down at Pahrump who really liked it, so I tried it out with her. It was fine, but, well, the same thing as anything else with a professional. Good technique, no heart.”

He heard her giggle. “I’m afraid I don’t have enough practice at it to compare myself with a professional,” he heard her say. “But maybe we’ll have to work on it.”

“Would you like another cigarette?”

“Oh, not right now,” she smiled. “Perhaps after we do it again.”

“That’s what I meant,” he replied. “I’m talking about getting the qualifier out of the way.”

“That’s what I thought you meant.”

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