PRINCESS REUNION
By Meaghan Meyers
The last thing I wanted to do on a weekend was come up here to a stupid 10-year reunion. Here I was a newly appointed district attorney and the only word I could come up with was stupid! I'd hated high school for many reasons: I wasn't athletic, I wasn't a dead head, I wasn't one of the popular crowd, and my family didn't fit in with the rest of this tall, blond, Nordic farming community. We were short, Italian, and ran a grocery store. Instead, I was president of the Debate Society. A few years later I was to discover another reason-I was a lesbian and had only been with women.
Ma and I had got into a fight over what I wore tonight. She insisted I wear a dress. I've never worn a dress in my adult life and don't intend to start now. So we compromised-I'm wearing black silk tuxedo trousers and a matching jacket. Only I know I have nothing between the jacket and my bra, a sexy little black number I'd picked up only yesterday. So now I was late, which I hated. I slipped unnoticed into the back of the gym to observe my classmates dancing to some pretty good late 80's rock and screaming as if they hadn't just seen each other this morning at the grocery store. Most of the class had settled in town or within a few miles of it. Only a lucky few of us had escaped, me being the first one out to settle in Chicago as a lawyer.
"Hey Jo, thought you'd just stand on the edges like you did our whole senior year? How are you? You've really changed! I remember this funny looking dark-skinned girl with chopped off hair, acting like a princess all the time. Now look at you, long hair, a silk suit, all filled out in all the right places. Still think you're better than we are?" a whiskey-throated whisper asked in my ear.
I turned and standing next to me was the object of years of fantasies: Gretchen. An exchange student from Sweden, she was everything I had so desperately wanted in those days; athletic, popular, fairly well developed for her age, and totally self-confidant. She had changed too, though not as much. She wasn't as tall as I remembered, probably because I'd grown. She was still breathtaking with a cloud of white-blond hair surrounding an always-tanned face. I'd forgotten her eyes though. They were a piercing steel gray and completely amazing. While I thought she'd been stacked in high school, she was almost flowing out of her white suit jacket. Her generous breasts threatened to spill out of the blue top she wore underneath. "Gretchen hi! What are you doing here? Come all the way from Sweden for this?"
"No, actually I emigrated to the US about 8 years ago. I live in Chicago now and work for WCBJ as morning news anchor. What about you? Still live with your folks?"
"I'm a lawyer with the district attorney's office in Chicago." We drifted to the punch table for a drink of spiked punch that tasted an awful lot like the garbage can drinking parties we used to have, sort of like a potluck drunk. Chatting comfortably (something I couldn't have done in high school), we soon learned we lived within blocks of each other though my job prevented me from watching the morning news.
The band was getting louder as everyone got slightly drunk and spun into a new tune. Reaching for my hand, Gretchen pulled me to the dance floor saying "Come on, dance with me. Know one cares! Besides, it's my favorite tune." My throat got dry as I watched her turning, twisting, and bouncing in front of me. I watched closely, hoping her breasts would finish their escape from their boundaries, but no luck. Although she did take off her jacket to expose a barely-there slip of silk. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were standing at full attention in all their glory. I wondered what color her breasts were, whether she was tanned all over or not. The tune slowed to a ballad and Gretchen pulled me within her arms. She smelled heavenly, like warm sunshine and heavenly musk. "See how well we fit together Jo, just like we belong together."
It was something I'd expect to hear from a lover, not someone I'd just renewed acquaintances with. She laughed, throwing back her head to reveal her long, elegant throat. "Come on, don't be a prude. Surely your boyfriend won't care if we dance. I noticed you came alone."
"There's no one special in my life right now. There was, but they moved away about a year ago and found someone else."
"Poor Jo, have you been without sex for the whole time? I think we can fix that, let me think about it for awhile and see what I come up with." I could just picture some divorced guy who worked at the station with her. She was going to fix me up with someone.
"Gretchen, I don't think."
She interrupted me by saying "It's okay Jo, trust me, I think I know what you need."
What I needed was to go to the bathroom and touch myself. Being that near to woman who only in my fantasy had helped me masturbate so many times had made me hot. Feeling her breasts pressed against mine was heavenly.
I excused myself and dashed down the hall to the rest room with the larger stalls. I leaned back in the corner and slipped my hand into the band of my pants and started fingering my already soaked pussy. I was so turned on this was going to be fast and furious. I closed my eyes as my fingers quickly stroked my clit. "Need any help with that?" I heard her ask. Gasping, I looked up and there was Gretchen spying over the top of the stall next door. She continued, "I told you to trust me. You've grown into a beautiful, desirable woman Jo. You can't blame me for wanting you. Unlock the door and I'll be right over."
She breezed toward me in a cloud of scent. There was her delicious smell again! I wondered, briefly if her cunt smelled the same way. Walking up to me, she ran her fingertips lightly over the ends of my already engorged breasts. "Jo, have you ever thought what it would be like with a woman? I love making women happy. Even though I'm bi, I like woman love the best. Let me make you happy. I can help you feel so good. Does the idea of being with a woman bother you?"
I could only shake my head no as she continued to stroke my breasts. I didn't have amazing breasts like Gretchen, but I was pretty proud of my perky 36 C cups. I frequently went without a bra just so I could enjoy the feel of my silk blouses as they rubbed against my nipples. I always wore a suit coat, so no one ever knew. I hoped. But I needed to be hones with Gretchen before this went any further.
"Gretchen, there's something you should know. I've been a lesbian for most of the last 10 years. That lover I mentioned before, her name is Lisa and we were together for 3 years before she moved to California for her job. I've known I was lesbian since I started college. I was just never been with a man. I've fantasized about you more times than I could count. I found you so attractive in high school. I still do."
"Jo, but that's wonderful! We can finally be together and not have to wonder any longer. Let's go to my motel and be more comfortable than a dirty old bathroom stall."
We jumped in her car and raced down the deserted street to the newest motel in town. Luckily, she had a room in the back at the end so we wouldn't have to go through the lobby. My brother, Paulie, was on desk duty here weekends while he was still in school.
Scrambling to unlock the room, we almost fell inside we were in such a hurry. Once inside though, it became a different story. Gretchen pushed me back into one of the chairs as she went to the bathroom to turn on a background light. She shut the curtain behind me and began slowly taking her clothes off. She slipped her blue camisole over her head to reveal large, firm golden breasts tipped in pink like little puffs of colored whip cream. She unzipped her pants and turned around before she bent at the waist to leave her pants in a puddle on the floor. I raised my eyes upward to take in her incredible legs to stop suddenly at the sight of her electric blue thong nestled within her perfect ass cheeks. I could just see a hint of her white-blond cunt hair peeking through. She spread her legs and ran her hands up and down their length; only to stop at the moist slip of silk snuggled against her womanhood. She reached her hands within to stroke her pussy. "I'm wet and aching, Jo. Love me?'
I needed no further invitation. Rising, I began by taking my slack down to reveal my own soaked panties. Leaving my jacket on, I stepped over to my fantasy lover. "Take off my jacket."
She parted the buttons and pulled back the edges to reveal my olive-skinned, rock hard nipples. "You're not wearing anything underneath you sly little girl." Slipping my jacket off, she lowered her head to suck hungrily on first one then the other breast. "We still have too many clothes on", she said as she lay back on the bed. "Take your panties off for me and let me see you, all of you."
I have thick hair, thick eyelashes and brows, but I naturally have almost no hair covering my pussy. What I did have glistened wetly from almost having had an orgasm at school. "I seem to remember you were in the middle of something when I interrupted you. Stand next to the bed and let me watch you touch yourself." I granted her wish and watched in pleasure as she mindlessly played with her large breasts.
Not wanting to delay anymore, I lie down next to her and took one of her heavy orbs into my hand. "I've dreamed of you, of these for so long. Don't make me wait anymore." It seemed like hours I spent lavishing her breasts with my tongue, taking her nipples within my mouth and sucking hard all the while I flicked my tongue back and forth over their extended length. Gretchen came to a screaming orgasm just having her breasts played with.
"Now it's my turn", and so saying she lowered herself slowly along my length to settle herself in front on my open pussy lips. I could feel my clit was swollen with need. Gretchen could too because she wasted no time digging in to lap up my already flowing juices. She used her hand to spread my lips even farther apart and in doing so, slipped the tips of her fingers inside my moist cave. I gasped with pleasure. I was still a virgin and had never been penetrated. Gretchen got a twinkle in her eye and slipping away, said she'd be right back. When she returned, she had a five-inch cock with an overly large tip, which she was rubbing against her nipples. "I never go anywhere without my friend. I think Hector will come in handy tonight." She raised one let onto the edge of the bed and slowly inserted the instrument of pleasure, moaning when she turned the vibrator on. "Open wide, baby, it's going to be a great princess reunion!"