A reunion to remember
Date: 9/23/2017, Categories: Fiction, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Job / Office Sex, Teen, Author: jjkrause, Source: sexstories.com
"How can you not remember me?" I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many students I'd had in the 20 years I'd been teaching? Certainly thousands. Hell, I had several hundred students this year alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little shocked that I couldn't even remember having her in class let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the back of my memory for um, later recall. "George Thompson! Is that YOU under that blond wig?" I said with mock excitement. 'I always knew you'd come out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgery was a huge success!" She put her tiny hands on her tiny waist and glared at me with the biggest blue eyes I'd seen in quite a while. I glanced down at the low-cut 'V' of her blouse, but what she had in there wasn't 'tiny' at all. "I'm Crissy Thomson!" Holy shit, it couldn't be. "Wait, you're that scrawny little mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the back and draw pictures of horses during my lectures?" She used to draw pictures of horses having SEX during my lectures, but I left that part out. One of her drawings had stuck to her homework. Walking to my next class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the sexual tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I'd used that particular piece of paper for months for inspiration. "Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember ... my senior year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading Squad. Senior year was FUN!" I bet it had been. It was all coming back to me now. She'd blossomed over the summer from wall-flower to sexual goddess. Everybody wanted to be her, to be around her. And everyone, boy and girl, wanted to get into her freshly made over panties. "Well well well! I'm so glad you've come back for the 10 yr reunion! What are you doing these days?" She blushed slightly. "Actually, I've become a successful artist! I have a small studio in Greenwich Village. And I have you to thank for all my success.” She winked at me slyly. “You were the only one who believed in me as an ugly duckling. I was hoping you'd be here tonight so I could personally thank you. I’m sure you don’t remember, but I’d had this terrible crush on one of the football players – funny, I can’t even remember his name now – and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to forget him, that he wasn’t worthy of my attention. Of course you were right; he got what’s-her-name pregnant the night of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would have, I wouldn’t be where I am today. So you saved me from certain doom!” "I'm glad I could help you through a rough spot my dear! So what sort of art do you do?" She blushed again slightly. "My studio carries erotic and sensual art and sculptures. I enjoy finding regular people and finding their inner sexual God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you care to see ...