I folded my napkin onto the table as the waiter, in his black suit, white shirt, and black tie, took my plate.

“Thank you,” I said, noticing movement out of the corner of my eye.

“Guess who I just saw at the bar?” Summer was out of breath, her eyes twinkling, wide open, expressing her excitement.

I gave her a puzzled look and shrugged as I shook my head. “Who?”

“Chris! My boyfriend when we were in high school?”

“Holy shit! Is he still hot?”

“Yes! Fuck.” She looked past me, towards the bar. “Fuck, he saw me looking.” She stared at me intently. “Talk, say something funny.”

“Why are you freaking out?? I’m sure he’s married with a bunch of kids now, and he probably has a job he hates!”

I felt a hand on the back of my chair and I turned to look, my face gazing upwards. My eyes widened and I played off my involuntary sharp gasp. He was hotter than I remembered.

“Hey, I thought that was you.” He took a step towards Summer, his arms outstretched for a hug. She stood up and wrapped one arm around him, patting at him with her other hand. I caught her eye and gave her a look, mouthing, “What the fuck?” Her eyes were wide, she looked panicked.

Then, he looked down at me. “No way! I haven’t seen you since what, Christmas break during freshman year of college?” He let go of Summer, and I stood up, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. I felt him pull me towards him as he positioned his face by my ear and said, “I forgot how beautiful you are.”

My eyes darted to Summer, but she hadn’t heard him. His arm lingered on my waist, and as I pulled away, flustered, I asked, “How are you? How are things?”

“Good, good. I work for myself, so I’m busy but happy. How about you two? Married, kids, work, what have you been up to?”

Summer answered first, but Chris kept glancing at me. When she finished telling him about her enviable job and all the trips she’d taken this year, he turned to face me. His voice softer, he asked, “And you? Married, kids…”

“Noooo, not for me. Never wanted to, never tried to, don’t want to. Marriage or kids.” I laughed.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, holding my gaze. “Me neither.” He paused, then pointed with his drink. “I’m over there, my parents bought a table.”

Summer perked up, “Is it cool if I go see them? I always loved your mom. I forgot she’s been on the board forever, I should have called her!”

“Sure! They’d love to see you. Tell her you’re gonna bid on her item in the auction. She won’t shut up about it.” He laughed.

I watched Summer weave her way through the full tables and felt Chris brush my arm. He looked into my eyes when he spoke. “I didn’t know you were back. You moved away, right?”

The way he looked at me made my breaths deepen, made my nostrils flare. “Yeah, I…” I caught my hand reaching up for my earring, a nervous tic I’ve had all my life.

“Are you nervous?” He teased.

I pulled my hand back down, fast. “Sorry, I just… I haven’t been back long and you’re the first person from high school I’ve seen.”

His gaze was penetrating. “And is it nice to see me?”

His teasing comforted me. I remembered how comfortable I’d been with him back then. I narrowed my eyes and half smiled. “Yes. Very nice.”

“Listen, I’ve gotta get back to my table, I think the speeches are about to start. But, I want to talk to you before you leave.” He reached for my arm and lightly squeezed. Then, he turned and walked away.

I followed him with my eyes and saw him take a seat facing me. Someone got on a small stage and introduced the Board President, and Summer found her seat next to me.

“Can you believe he’s here?!” She whispered. “Is it bad I didn’t mention that I’ve been living with my boyfriend for 3 years?”

Chris was looking at me. I could feel it, and I caught his eye every time I looked his way.

I snapped my eyes back to Summer. “Are you still interested?” I asked, hoping she would say no.

“Absolutely not. He’s hot, but we were young and too different. And, he had a…” She leaned in towards me and lowered her eyes. “I’ll tell you later.”

“What! Now you have to tell me!”

“Not here! It feels trashy.” She laughed, quietly. I widened my eyes and stared at her. “No, it’s just a… a thing he liked during sex. I wasn’t super into it. I’ll tell you later.”

“When was the last time you hooked up with him?” I whispered.

She sat back, gazing down as she thought. “Must have been… I don’t know. It was during college, so at least 10 years ago. During summer or spring, a break when we were both back here.”

“He wasn’t your first, right?”

“Nooo, and I wasn’t his.” She looked up at me, a glint in her eye. “Are you interested in my ex-boyfriend?”

“No! I mean, I don’t know. He’s hot. He’s familiar.”

“Girl, go for it. He’s good. I mean, he was good back then, so unless he just doesn’t give a fuck about making girls cum anymore, he’s probably better now.”

I felt my face getting hot, and I looked at Chris’s table. He had his eyes fixed on me as he took a drink from his champagne flute.

“He’s looking at me.” I breathed in. “Maybe I’ll give it a shot.”

“Do it!” I heard applause, signaling the end of the speeches. “DO IT!” Summer said, louder and laughing. “I’m going to the bar again, want anything?”

“No,” I answered, “I’m good. I might go try to talk to your ex.” I laughed.

“Whore,” she said, a smile creeping across her face.

People started mingling, leaving their tables and walking around. I moved to push my chair out to stand up, and I felt a hand on the back of it again.

This time, he was in the seat next to me. He ran his hand along the back of my chair, so his arm was along my body, and turned towards me, leaning forward. I leaned in to hear him better over the sounds of conversation and clinking glasses. “I know I’m being forward here,” he whispered in my ear, “but I really want to eat your pussy.”

I paused, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze. I felt the blood rush to my face again, and I didn’t try to hide it from him. “Are you good at it?” I asked, slowly. “Can you make me cum?”

A smile spread across his face. “Yes.”

“Okay,” I straightened my back. “Then I’m down.”

“Can I make the dad joke?” He leaned back and put his hands up, below his shoulders, a questioning motion.

I looked at him and cocked my head, amused but not getting it.

“Won’t I be the one who’s down?” He raised his eyebrows and laughed.

“Okay, never mind, I gotta go.” I got up, laughing. He stood up and put his hand on my hip.

“Look, I’ve been in this theater a million times. Wanna go somewhere quiet?”

My smile eased into a grin and my breathing got heavier. I noticed I was biting my lip and I answered. “Yes. Take me somewhere.”

He looked around, discreetly, then pushed gently on my hip, moving me in front of him. He positioned his mouth by my ear again, from behind this time. “See the door next to the one the waiters are using? That’s where we’re going.”

I walked across the ballroom, weaving around tables and groups talking. I felt his hand on my lower back the whole time. His palm, warm and firm, flat against the cool fabric. When we got to the door, he moved in front of me and held it open, scanning the room to see if anyone saw us.

On the other side of the door was a dark hallway, leading to concrete stairs that went both up and down.

“You pick,” he said. “Dressing rooms or balcony.”

“Mmmmm… too many people have been on balcony seats, and I can’t do heights. Dressing room.” I smiled.

“This way,” he started down the stairs, turning back to make sure I was following him.

When we’d gone down 2 floors, he stopped on the landing and grabbed my elbow, pulling me into him.

“I can’t wait anymore.” His breathing was heavy as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into a hungry kiss. He ran his hands up and down my body, hooking his finger under the top of the slit in my long dress. As he worked his hand up my thigh, I felt him run his fingers over the top of my stockings, where they clipped onto the garter belt. He pulled away from our kiss sharply and looked at me with surprise.

“Real tights make me too hot, I like my pussy to breathe,” I laughed. I pulled my dress up on either side of the slit, showing him the tops of both of my legs. “If you can eat pussy as good as you say you can, you can see the rest of it.”

He stepped back to get a look, and breathed, “What do you mean? The rest of it?”

“It’s a whole set. It matches. You can take it off one piece at a time. If you can make me cum with my clothes on.”

He grabbed my hand roughly and dragged me down the hallway, our fingers intertwined. He tried doors until one opened, and pulled me in, locking it behind us.

My back against the door, we groped and palmed each other. I held him by his sides, feeling him move as he kissed and licked up and down my neck. I broke away from him and watched his body. His eyes trained on my mouth, his lips red from my lipstick, his neck craning towards me. I pushed both my palms against his chest and grinned, resting my tongue on my upper teeth.

“Are you so hard just looking at me?” He wrapped his forearm around my waist and pushed his hips into my stomach, so I could feel his hard cock. My eyes closed and my head fell back as I let him hold me up, pulling and pressing me into him. I hooked my hand on his shoulder, pulling myself close to him and said, “You wanna see more?”

He nodded, a fast, enthusiastic, desperate, obedient nod.

“Then make me cum.”

He grabbed me, wrapping his hands around my hips and ass, and pulled my body to his, roughly. I pushed us backwards, towards a leather sofa. He sat down in front of me and ran his fingers under my underwear at the top of my legs, skating his fingernails between my skin and the fabric. Then, he moved his hands to where it sat snug on my hips and pulled down, pressing them past my knees. I lifted my leg up and out of them and they fell to the ground, still around my other ankle. I steadied myself with my foot on the sofa beside his thigh and he grabbed me again, pulling me pussy-first to his mouth.

I held my dress open at the slit, like I had in the stairwell. With my other hand, I gripped his hair, his shoulders, his back. He started out gently, but confident. A warmth immediately radiated up into my body, and I rocked my hips above his face. I felt a finger tease the opening of my pussy, then slowly plunge all the way in. He stayed with me as I rocked and writhed, my leg pressed against his shoulder now. A second finger met the first inside me, and I fucked down onto them, the warmth spreading with every graze of my g-spot.

“You’re loud when you eat pussy,” I breathed, my fingers grasping his hair. The warmth and vibration washed over me in waves as he coaxed the orgasm out of me with his tongue, his mouth, his fingers. “I’m close,” I said, my nostrils flaring. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk!” I pressed my body into him and clung onto the back of his head, a bolt of lightening shooting up from my pussy and knocking my head back with a shiver. He stayed with me as I bucked into him, milking every moment of the feeling. As it ended, my spine softened, and I curled over him, my hand moving from his head down his back.

He broke away from me. “I told you I could do it.”

“Mmmmm…” I looked down at him, looked at his wide open eyes, his glistening mouth, wet with me. I straightened my back again. “Now you get to see everything.”

“Wait,” he said. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he pulsed his fingers, still inside me. “I want you to see how good you taste.”

“Hmmmm,” I let out a low, soft moan. “Yeah? You want me to taste myself?” I saw his hard cock bounce up towards me when I said it.

“Yes, fuck yes.” He slid his fingers out of me and held them up. I gently took his wrist in my hand and leaned down slowly, our eyes locked together as I licked and sucked his fingers.

As I pulled them out of my mouth, he pulled away from me and growled, “Take off your dress.”

I stepped back, turned around, and pulled my hair across my shoulders to the front. He unzipped my dress without a word, and I pressed my arm across my chest, holding my dress up, still covering me. As I turned around, I lifted my leg towards him, the fabric on either side of the slit falling down and away. I wiggled my lifted foot, and he held onto it, pulling my shoe off. I slipped out of my other shoe and let my arm fall to my side. My dress slipped off, all the way down, a silky puddle on the floor. He was still sitting on the edge of the sofa, and I walked back to him, slowly, letting him take it all in. The straps, the clips, the metal and elastic that pressed into my skin. The silky sheen that covered everything he wanted to touch.

When I was close enough for him to reach out and touch me, he did. He grabbed the garter belt where it hit my belly button and pulled me, roughly, between his legs. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them with his underwear to the floor.

“The shirt will get…” I started.

“Oh, yeah.” He pulled his tie loose, flipped up his collar, then unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

I looked at him, his heavy-lidded eyes gazing at me. I smiled. “Can I sit in your lap?” My voice was innocent, teasing.

He pulled me into position and I straddled him, pressing my body against his upright cock. I rocked towards him and away, pressing my tits into his chest and my lower body into his cock. “You’re making my stomach cold,” I purred. He looked puzzled, furrowing his brow. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “With your precum,” I smiled. He wrapped his arm around me, fast and tightly, and pulled me into a wild kiss.

I looked down at his hard, slippery cock, grinding my pelvis into his lap. “I love to see it all over me. I wanna taste it. See if you taste better than I do.” With that, I dragged my fingers across the head of his cock, slowly enough to coat them with the stickiness. I looked him in the eye like I did when I was tasting myself on him, and this time tasted himself on me.

“Fuckkkk,” I drawled. Then, quickly, I looked down and guided his cock inside me. He pushed my chin up to make me look at him as I started riding. He pulled on the garter belt again, first holding it, then letting it snap back onto me with a sting. I let out a sharp whimper and smiled, leaning into him and moaning, “Fuck you.”

He reached up and dragged down a strap of my bra, pulling my arm out of it and pulling the cup down. His palm on my ribcage, he pushed me back and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and working it with his tongue. My palm on the back of his head, I pushed myself into his mouth, savoring the feeling of his skin on mine.

He pulled back and looked up at me. “I’ve thought about this so much, every time I saw you,” he breathed. “But you weren’t like this back then.”

“Like what?” My eyes were closed, my head tilted back, as I enjoyed the feeling of his cock pushing inside me.

“Slutty,” he growled.

I laughed, opening my eyes and looking down at him. I held the side of his face with my palm. “Is this so slutty? Am I a slut right now?” My words were punctuated by my sharp breaths as he pounded up into me.

“Fuck,” he sounded breathless. “Fuck. Yes, yes, you’re definitely a slut right now. You’re a total fucking whore.” I shuddered, a hard breath escaping my lips when he called me a whore. He stopped fucking up into me and grabbed my waist. “Get on your back. I’m about to cum and I wanna cum inside you.”

I felt my whole body flush. “I’ve never let anyone do that before.”

“No? You liked my precum so much, I thought you might wanna take the real thing.”

I rocked my hips slowly, riding him as I thought. He felt so good inside me. His cock felt good inside me. I wanted to feel his cum inside me, too.

“Okay, but what if…”

“That’s part of it, you know? The what if. I’m not gonna make you. But don’t you think it would be hot if I came inside you? If I filled your pussy up with my cum?”

I was breathing hard. I couldn’t get enough of his cock, filling my pussy, working into me. I put my hand on the side of his face and held it again, pushing his gaze up to meet mine. “You can cum in me. I want you to cum inside me.”

With his arm around my waist, he quickly moved me onto my back. I wrapped my legs around him and I kept my eyes open, locked on his. My breaths lengthened and deepened while he rhythmically pushed into me. “You can be the first one.” I said. “You can be the only one.” His breaths got quicker as he pounded down into me. I gripped his neck, his shoulders, and I felt the heat rising again. “I’m gonna cum again. Get me pregnant.”

He caught my mouth in a frantic, sloppy, open kiss. I angled myself up into him and focused on his cock hitting my g-spot, his pelvis pushing into my clit.

“Fuck. What the fuck. Yes. I’m gonna get you pregnant. Are you ready?”

“Yes, baby, yes. Fuck your cum into me.”

My orgasm was coming fast, and I held it until his breathing changed. I wanted to cum with him. Hearing his voice change, his moans, almost a whimper, pushed me over the edge. The heat rose through my whole body again and I bucked up into him as he pushed into me. I felt his cock pulse inside me, and I felt my pussy get wetter. Wetter than it had ever been before. Knowing it was his cum opened something primal in me.

“FUCK!” I yelled. “Yes, yes, yes, give it to me, give me your cum. Fucking breed me!” It was too much. My eyes rolled back and my breaths were hard and erratic. I felt it crest and I clung onto him as my muscles loosened. He pumped his cock into me, a few last, slow pulses, and eased down on top of me.

“See?” He said, catching his breath. “It’s hot, right?”

I nodded and smiled a lazy smile.

“Your phone…” he nodded his head towards my handbag on the floor. “It’s been blowing up for like a full minute.”

I reached over and grabbed it out of my bag. It was Summer. I flashed it at him and he grinned as he said, “Answer it.” His cock was still inside me.

“Hey,” I said.

“Are you okay?” She sounded concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m with…”

I heard her laugh, a deep-throated full laugh. “You whore!” She exclaimed. “I guess I don’t have to tell you his thing now, huh?”

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