Fortieth Class Reunion

Part One

"Long time no see," Ginny said as she sat next to Alan. Ginny and Alan had been lovers for more than a year while they were in college but they hadn't seen one another in the forty years since graduation.

"Well, Lo and Behold, the beautiful Virginia Aldopoulos. And, just as beautiful as ever." Alan stood and offered his hand to his former lover.

"None of this hand baloney. Give me a hug and a kiss. It's been a long time." Ginny had attended this class reunion with the intent of meeting and seducing someone, preferably her former lover.

They hugged and kissed politely in front of a hundred or more guests at their graduating class's fortieth anniversary reunion. Almost everyone was hugging and kissing as they reunited with long separated friends.

Alan and Ginny seated themselves at table eleven with eight other guests who had registered to attend the reunion unaccompanied. A perfunctory round of introductions followed and the ten guests at the table started conversing with the persons next to them. The ten guests began talking amongst themselves of their college days and their activities over the forty years since graduation.

Ginny and Alan became a group of two. Ginny started our couple's conversation. "By the way, I use my married name Smith. Smith is much easier to spell than Aldopoulos and the name gave me two wonderful daughters."

For lack of a better question, Alan asked, "Are your daughters here with you?"

"No, one is in California raising four hippies. The other is in Texas counting her husband's money. I took an early retirement ten years ago to take care of my ailing husband. He passed away four years ago and I have lived alone ever since."

"I'm sorry to hear that. My wife passed on three years ago. I'm still adjusting to life without her. I took a 'golden parachute' last spring and now I'm looking for something to do."

"Do you have any children," Ginny asked.

"All three of my children live in Vermont. Depending on which one I want to visit, it takes two and a half to four hours to get to them."

"That's better than having to take an airplane to visit them. I hate flying."

The conversation moved on to reminiscences of college days until finally, student waiters served dinner. Ginny enjoyed a fish dinner and

Alan enjoyed his roast beef. After two delightfully short speeches, waiters served a modest dish of vanilla ice cream with a spoonful of chocolate syrup on top. That marked the end of the evening.

Alan, eager for female companionship, asked Ginny, "Can I drive you home?"

"No, thank you. I have my own car but I would enjoy it if you would visit me. How about coming over Monday. I'll prepare a little lunch for you."

"I'll be there. What time? Where?"

"I still live in my parent's home. I'm sure you remember where that is. Come over at eleven o'clock. You can help me prepare lunch and we can reminisce together."

Part Two

At eleven o'clock, Monday, Alan rang Ginny's doorbell.

Ginny answered the door, dressed in a loosely fastened bathrobe. "I was so busy tidying the house to impress you with my house-keeping that I lost track of time," she lied. She gave him a perfunctory kiss.

As he politely put his arms around her, he could sense her nakedness beneath the robe.

Ginny locked the door before seating Alan at the kitchen table. She served him a soft drink. He watched and talked while she cooked him a simple lunch of ham and eggs.

As she bustled about, her robe loosened. As she served luncheon for two her robe exposed her cleavage. During lunch, she happily noticed Alan looking at her cleavage.

When they finished eating, Ginny started cleaning the table. As she worked, she asked, "Would you like to see more?"

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Yes."

Emboldened by her response, Alan stood up, walked around the table to Ginny, and gave one tug at her bathrobe tie. It opened wide revealing her nudity. He reached inside her robe to put his arms around her. As she wrapped her arms around Alan, she shrugged her shoulders and her robe fell to the kitchen floor.

As her bathrobe fell to the floor, the forty years since they had last met vanished in a flash. It was as if it were only yesterday, when they last made love.

"Alan, I still love you," she sighed just before they locked their lips in a kiss.

"Where's your bedroom," he asked.

"Right here on the kitchen floor."

"We are too old for that. Where can I lie you down?"

"The sofa is in the next room."

He led her to the sofa and sat her down. He let her unfasten his belt while he unbuttoned his Hawaiian style shirt. He had no undershirt.

His trousers fell to the floor. Her hand reached into his boxer shorts and pulled out his semi-hard penis. She put it in her mouth and vigorously started sucking it. Her hands kept a firm grip on his ass.

Alan held her shoulders while she unsuccessfully tried to suck the cum out of his balls. "It used to be so easy when we were in college," she said.

"Lie down," is all that he said. He knelt beside her. One of his hands fondled her breasts while the other caressed her belly and pubic hair. She extended one arm and fondled his balls and penis. One of her legs dropped to the floor; the other hooked itself over the back of the sofa. Her pussy was screaming for attention.

Alan's hand regained its familiarity with Ginny's genitalia. Her clit was where it used to be. Her vagina was dry and tight.

"There's lube in the end table drawer," she whispered.

A little lube, two fingers and a thumb and Ginny purred like a kitten. Alan spread his kisses from her tits to her bush.

"You were the first to ever finger-fuck me. I was sore for a week after that," she whispered.

"Sorry."

Alan mounted the couch and positioned himself between Ginny's legs. He took his dick in hand and aimed it for Ginny's hole of love. She guided it in. He pumped once. She tried to wrap her legs around his waist.

"You're not as thin or I'm not as nimble as we used to be," she said as she gave upon her efforts to encircle his body with her legs.

He pumped several minutes before he came inside her vagina. Most of his juice dribbled out with his shriveled penis.

"It's not like the old days," he said.

"Nor do I want it to be," she responded.

Part Three

The older you become, the faster time passes. At least, so it seems.

The couple resumed their former romance.

Within three months, Ginny sold her home and moved in with Alan. They didn't marry because remarriage would make passing on their individual resources to their own children more complex. Marriage would affect their pensions. Their combined resources allowed them to live comfortably and visit their combined five children and nineteen grandchildren.