The invitation read:
Come and reminisce with the Class of 1985
S.R. Butler High School
Saturday, August 20th, 2005
7:30 pm to 11:30 pm
The Courtyard Huntsville Hotel 4804 University Drive N.W. Huntsville Alabama 1-256-837-4114
Now, I hadn't been real fond of high school back when I was going to high school, but I tossed the invitation onto the table as I left for work that day. I tried to put the invitation out of my mind and concentrate on my work. As a computer programmer, I need to be able to focus on the task at hand and not be distracted, because a simple character or letter out of place in some computer coding can mess everything up. And finding that misplaced letter or character can be a real pain in the ass!
But I guess the invitation was stuck someplace in my head, because Bob, a fellow co-worker of mine, noticed I wasn't quite "there".
"What's up with you today, Phil? Your head doesn't seem to be with you today. What's buggin' you?" he asked.
"Oh nothing. Just got something in the mail this morning that's got me distracted I guess," I said, trying to focus on my work.
"Oh?" he asked. I knew Bob; he wasn't one to let something go once he got his mind on it. It was one of the things that made him so good at his job.
"It's just this damn high school reunion... I got an invitation this morning. I didn't even realize it had been twenty years already!" I told him.
"Wow twenty years! You have to go... you know, check up on all those kids you used to know!" he said.
"I don't know... I didn't have many friends back then. I sorta stayed to myself and just wanted to get through the whole mess!" I said.
"Isn't there anyone from back then you are curious about? An old girlfriend or a best friend?" he asked.
My mind went back to those high school days and to a certain figure from my past. Denise. Denise Hawthorne. The most beautiful girl I had ever met and a girl I had a terrible crush on back in those days. Yes, I would like to see how she is getting along.
"We'll see," I told him. It wasn't a flat out no, but I wasn't going to just agree with him right off either. It left the option open. I had hopes that my answer would suffice and he would leave it at that, but this was Bob... it wasn't going to be that easy.
It was during lunch that the subject reared its ugly head again. We were in a small restaurant on the ground floor of the building I worked in, enjoying our lunch, when Amy, one of the girls we knew in the office next door, came in for lunch as well. We invited her to sit with us and we all got to talking, when Bob brought the subject of my reunion back up.
"So, Phil, have you thought anymore about that reunion?" he said, not real tactfully. I flashed him a look that could kill and he just grinned mischievously.
"Reunion?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, old Phil here has his twentieth high school reunion coming up, and he's not sure he wants to go," Bob said.
"Oh, Phil, you simply HAVE to go! Oh, it will be so much fun! Oh, please tell me you are going! Please, please, please!" Amy said, quite animated and excited.
I couldn't say no to her. I agreed I would go, but in my mind I didn't make any promises on how long I would stay. I would go check things out, but if it got uncomfortable or boring, I was out of there!
It was three weeks later; the day of the reunion was approaching. Nothing more had been said about it since that day at lunch, but that Friday, Amy stopped by our office for a short visit.
"Hi, Phil, just wanted to say good luck with your reunion. Don't worry, it will be so much fun, I just know it! Monday we can get together for lunch and you can tell me all about it!" she said happily. Then blowing me a little kiss, she left to go home. I hoped she was right, but I wasn't counting on much happening. Amy was the kind of bubbly, cheerful, vivacious girl that drew happiness from thin air. Her happiness was infectious; you couldn't NOT be happy just being around her. I was more down to earth and rooted in reality. I was happy when it was appropriate, but I didn't walk around with a big goofy grin all day long!
Quitting time came, and I went home to my apartment as usual. I lived alone and didn't have anyone to rush home to, so I took a little longer to come home than normal. I popped a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner and went to change clothes. I was looking forward to a nice quiet evening alone.
That night I was plagued with dreams of high school and of Denise. I remembered trying to ask her out a few times unsuccessfully. She was always around her girlfriend Kathy, or with some guy; Denise was a popular girl and getting her alone where we could talk was next to impossible. I made the mistake once of trying to pry her away from her friends to ask her out, but all I got for my efforts was being laughed at and ignored. After that, for the next couple weeks, every time we passed in the hallway, I heard snickers and giggling afterwards, and I knew I was still the joke of the school. It was all very demoralizing and one more reason to hate school.
After a rough night of high school nightmares, it was almost a blessing to wake up in my own bed the next morning, even if it meant waking up alone. Tonight would be the big reunion, and I had a few things to do beforehand. I took my Chevy Malibu in and got it washed and detailed (I wanted anyone seeing me to think I had a nice car at least!) and then I went shopping. I was due for a new suit anyway, so this was a good excuse to get one. With a clean car and a brand new suit, I was about as ready as I could get. I went home and took a shower, shaved, and got ready for the reunion.
I knew the hotel well, having put up several out of town clients there, so finding the place was not an issue. I pulled into the parking lot and found a spot not too far away from the door and with a straight shot to the road, in case I wanted to make a hasty exit! I sat in my car for a few minutes, gathering my courage before going into what I was sure wold be a hornet's nest of old school attitudes, opinions and relationships. I was never part of the "cool kids" cliques and I sure as hell didn't need them now! So summoning up all the intestinal fortitude I could muster, I got out of the car and walked towards the hotel lobby.
The front counter directed me back to where the conference room, and the reunion, was. I walked down the hallway and then into the room. The place was all decorated with silver and black (our school colors) with some red thrown in for color. It was done tastefully and looked pretty impressive, I had to admit.
"Welcome to our reunion! Your name please?" a woman at the desk close to the door said. I told her my name and she looked me up in her register. Once confirmed that I belonged there, she gave me a self stick "Hi My name is______." sticker and a ticket for a door prize of some sort. I went on in and tried to find a table to park myself for the duration. I went up to the bar and had just ordered a drink when, behind me, I heard an old, familiar voice.
"Can I get a Strawberry Daiquiri, please?" the soft voice said. I turned and beheld my angel.
"Denise? Denise Hawthorne?" I asked, surprised to see her there for some reason.
"I remember you! You're Phillip Hawkins, right?" she said.
"That's right. I'm surprised you remember me," I said.
"Well to be honest, I spent some time last night with the yearbooks, going through them and trying to remember names and faces so I wouldn't look too foolish tonight!" she said sheepishly. "But you haven't changed much so you were easy to spot!" With my last name being Hawkins and hers being Hawthorne, our pictures had been side by side all though high school.
Denise was a couple years younger than me. I started school late because my birthday fell after the cut-off, plus in junior high my counselor advised me to stay back a year to make high school easier (it didn't).
"So are you here with anyone?" I asked. I had never seen her by herself in the four years of high school, so I figured there was someone around that would break up our chat.
"No. I came here alone," she said. I detected a note of sadness to her words that caught me off guard.
"Well, I have a table right over there. Care to join me?" I asked, holding my breath. I felt a little foolish holding my breath and waiting for her answer, like I was that fool kid, back in high school, waiting to hear if she would go out with me!
"Sure, thanks," she said with a smile. I let out that breath slowly so she wouldn't hear how excited I was and tried to calm my nerves at the same time. Once we had gotten our drinks, we walked over to the table and I seated her before taking my own seat. We began talking and catching up on how life had treated each of us since high school.
"Well, after high school I went on to a trade college where I learned computer programming and got a job here in Huntsville. I make pretty good money, I suppose. I have a nice apartment - not real big, but then it's just me there so I don't need much room," I told her.
"So you never got married?" she asked.
"No, I never got married. So what's your story?" I asked.
"After we graduated, I moved to Chicago. I was tired of this small town life and wanted to see more. But I found out that I didn't like 'the big city' after all, so I moved back down south a year or so later to Augusta, Georgia. I liked it there... it was warm like Huntsville, but bigger and more to do. I lived there for several years. I met my ex husband there and fell in love and got married," she said.
"Ex-husband?" I inquired.
"Yeah. We were married for about eight years, but I found out that he couldn't keep his eyes - or his hands, for that matter - off other women. I caught him cheating a couple times and after the third time, I told him I wanted out. At the divorce hearing, I learned that he had a couple of kids from some of these other women.
"Anyway, I took him to court and got my divorce. We had one son together - Michael - who I got sole custody of because he didn't fight for custody. I got a good settlement with alimony and child support. He also got nailed for the child support for the other two kids. But now all the kids are grown up. Michael just started college himself this year. He wants to get a degree in Business Management and is going to a college in St. Louis. He is really smart and I am so proud of how he turned out, despite his father!" she said.
"I see. So you never remarried?" I asked.
"No. For a long time I had trust issues, thanks to that asshole. Once I came to terms with that... well it was just too late, I guess. All the good guys were taken!" she said, looking down at her drink sadly.
"Not all of them," I said quietly, mostly to myself.
But she heard me, I guess, because she looked up with a half-smile, "No, not all of them."
Just about the time the conversation began to get "heavy", the band played a song that Denise loved.
"Oh Phil, I love this song! Dance with me, please!" she said. I wasn't real good at the fast dances - never have been. But I figured what the hell what can I possibly lose?
"Okay, I'll dance this one with you, but I get to pick one, too," I said.
"That sounds fair enough," she said. So I got up and took her by the hand, leading her out onto the dance floor. I didn't do too bad, surprisingly; at least, Denise had no complaints. I danced a couple songs with her, then we sat back down at our table, and I went up to the bar to refresh our drinks.
By now the evening was wearing on and people began filtering out and headed to their homes. I noticed the crowd thinning a bit.
"Seems the party is beginning to break up a bit," I said.
"Yeah, guess it is getting a bit late. They must have things to do tomorrow or something," she said. "It's too bad, this has been kinda fun."
"Well before you up and leave me, you owe me a dance. Sit tight, I'll be right back," I said, and went up to talk to the band. I came back a minute later and sat down again.
"What did you do?"
"I just arranged for my dance," I told her. She smiled at me and we waited for the song that was being played to finish.
"We have a song request here from Phil to Denise. Phil wants Denise to know that We've Got Tonight." and then the band began playing the Bob Seger song.
I stood up and held out my hand. Denise looked up at me and smiled big and broad. She took my hand, and we went out onto the dance floor.
As I slipped my arms around Denise, all my high school dreams instantly came flooding back. I had spent four long, frustrating, years waiting for a moment like this, and she felt even better than my teenaged imagination could have possibly dreamed up. I held my dreamgirl close and breathed in the scent of her hair and the sweet perfume she wore. I felt the softness of her body and listened to her breathing. If I had died at that moment, I would have been perfectly content with it.
With my eyes closed, I slowly rocked us side to side, slow dancing to the music that barely penetrated my euphoric state. I had four minutes and forty seconds to enjoy this fantasy, and I wanted every one of them. I didn't speak. I barely breathed, afraid that if I made any kind of move, this wonderful dream would vanish like the morning fog.
As much as I wanted to stay right there with Denise in my arms forever, the song had to end. As the last refrains were being played, some new music made its way to my ears.
"Phil, can we go someplace... someplace quieter and more private?" she asked. I had to pull back a bit and look her in the eyes, because I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Denise Hawthorne was asking ME out? I tried hard not to seem too eager and maintain some sense of dignity, although every fiber of my being wanted to grab her and run full speed out of the building before she had a chance to change her mind!
"Sure. Want to grab a bite to eat?" I asked.
"That would be nice. These Daiquiris are getting to me," she said, "I guess I can't drink like I used back in my younger days!"
"Oh, Denise, you aren't that old!" I told her.
"Thank you for saying that, but I am thirty-seven years old," she said, "And I feel a lot older than that!"
"That may be, but you look ten years younger than that, tops. If you don't mind my saying so, you are still just as hot as you ever were!" I told her. And I was being honest, too. Denise looked smoking hot that night!
"Oh I don't mind you saying so at all!" she giggled. It was good to hear her giggle for a change. We took my car, so I was thankful that I'd had it detailed. We went to a little Mom and Pop diner on the outskirts of town. I knew this place well and it had good food and was always quiet; it was a good place to talk or to just get a quiet, peaceful meal.
"This place has the best pot roast in town. It's so good, it'll make you slap your mama!" I said, joking with her.
"Okay, sounds good to me," Denise giggled again. So when the waitress came to take our order, I told her we'd have two orders of the pot roast and two sodas.
"That ought to soak up some of those Daiquiris for you," I said with a grin.
We talked some more, and I asked her more about her son and about her life since high school. I wanted to know about her past marriage, because it obviously didn't give her what she needed. I would have to do things differently if I wanted any chance at this dreamboat. She wasn't shy about talking about it either, telling me all about his infidelities and how she caught him the first time because of an odd charge on the telephone bill.
The second time it was one of his "sluts", as she called them, calling him up mad at him for cheating on her with someone else! The two wronged women compared notes and found he had screwed them both over. And the final straw came when she took a watch in to the jewelers to get the band fixed. When she went to pick it up, the gal behind the counter brought up the wrong ticket; it seems her ex had bought a necklace for one of his bimbos, and Denise found out because the counter girl had the wrong ticket!
I could tell this was a sore subject for her still, so I quickly changed the subject. "So what did you do after the divorce?" I asked.
"Well, I stayed in Augusta for a couple years, but then the company I worked for folded back in '97 and we - Michael and I - moved around some after that. Now he is off to college, so I am back here looking to come home, if home will have me back."
"Well, I know one part of home that would love to have you back," I said.
"You are still sweet, Phil. Just like you were in high school."
That statement would serve as a catalyst for what happened next.
We finished our food, and I took care of the bill.
Come and reminisce with the Class of 1985
S.R. Butler High School
Saturday, August 20th, 2005
7:30 pm to 11:30 pm
The Courtyard Huntsville Hotel 4804 University Drive N.W. Huntsville Alabama 1-256-837-4114
Now, I hadn't been real fond of high school back when I was going to high school, but I tossed the invitation onto the table as I left for work that day. I tried to put the invitation out of my mind and concentrate on my work. As a computer programmer, I need to be able to focus on the task at hand and not be distracted, because a simple character or letter out of place in some computer coding can mess everything up. And finding that misplaced letter or character can be a real pain in the ass!
But I guess the invitation was stuck someplace in my head, because Bob, a fellow co-worker of mine, noticed I wasn't quite "there".
"What's up with you today, Phil? Your head doesn't seem to be with you today. What's buggin' you?" he asked.
"Oh nothing. Just got something in the mail this morning that's got me distracted I guess," I said, trying to focus on my work.
"Oh?" he asked. I knew Bob; he wasn't one to let something go once he got his mind on it. It was one of the things that made him so good at his job.
"It's just this damn high school reunion... I got an invitation this morning. I didn't even realize it had been twenty years already!" I told him.
"Wow twenty years! You have to go... you know, check up on all those kids you used to know!" he said.
"I don't know... I didn't have many friends back then. I sorta stayed to myself and just wanted to get through the whole mess!" I said.
"Isn't there anyone from back then you are curious about? An old girlfriend or a best friend?" he asked.
My mind went back to those high school days and to a certain figure from my past. Denise. Denise Hawthorne. The most beautiful girl I had ever met and a girl I had a terrible crush on back in those days. Yes, I would like to see how she is getting along.
"We'll see," I told him. It wasn't a flat out no, but I wasn't going to just agree with him right off either. It left the option open. I had hopes that my answer would suffice and he would leave it at that, but this was Bob... it wasn't going to be that easy.
It was during lunch that the subject reared its ugly head again. We were in a small restaurant on the ground floor of the building I worked in, enjoying our lunch, when Amy, one of the girls we knew in the office next door, came in for lunch as well. We invited her to sit with us and we all got to talking, when Bob brought the subject of my reunion back up.
"So, Phil, have you thought anymore about that reunion?" he said, not real tactfully. I flashed him a look that could kill and he just grinned mischievously.
"Reunion?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, old Phil here has his twentieth high school reunion coming up, and he's not sure he wants to go," Bob said.
"Oh, Phil, you simply HAVE to go! Oh, it will be so much fun! Oh, please tell me you are going! Please, please, please!" Amy said, quite animated and excited.
I couldn't say no to her. I agreed I would go, but in my mind I didn't make any promises on how long I would stay. I would go check things out, but if it got uncomfortable or boring, I was out of there!
It was three weeks later; the day of the reunion was approaching. Nothing more had been said about it since that day at lunch, but that Friday, Amy stopped by our office for a short visit.
"Hi, Phil, just wanted to say good luck with your reunion. Don't worry, it will be so much fun, I just know it! Monday we can get together for lunch and you can tell me all about it!" she said happily. Then blowing me a little kiss, she left to go home. I hoped she was right, but I wasn't counting on much happening. Amy was the kind of bubbly, cheerful, vivacious girl that drew happiness from thin air. Her happiness was infectious; you couldn't NOT be happy just being around her. I was more down to earth and rooted in reality. I was happy when it was appropriate, but I didn't walk around with a big goofy grin all day long!
Quitting time came, and I went home to my apartment as usual. I lived alone and didn't have anyone to rush home to, so I took a little longer to come home than normal. I popped a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner and went to change clothes. I was looking forward to a nice quiet evening alone.
That night I was plagued with dreams of high school and of Denise. I remembered trying to ask her out a few times unsuccessfully. She was always around her girlfriend Kathy, or with some guy; Denise was a popular girl and getting her alone where we could talk was next to impossible. I made the mistake once of trying to pry her away from her friends to ask her out, but all I got for my efforts was being laughed at and ignored. After that, for the next couple weeks, every time we passed in the hallway, I heard snickers and giggling afterwards, and I knew I was still the joke of the school. It was all very demoralizing and one more reason to hate school.
After a rough night of high school nightmares, it was almost a blessing to wake up in my own bed the next morning, even if it meant waking up alone. Tonight would be the big reunion, and I had a few things to do beforehand. I took my Chevy Malibu in and got it washed and detailed (I wanted anyone seeing me to think I had a nice car at least!) and then I went shopping. I was due for a new suit anyway, so this was a good excuse to get one. With a clean car and a brand new suit, I was about as ready as I could get. I went home and took a shower, shaved, and got ready for the reunion.
I knew the hotel well, having put up several out of town clients there, so finding the place was not an issue. I pulled into the parking lot and found a spot not too far away from the door and with a straight shot to the road, in case I wanted to make a hasty exit! I sat in my car for a few minutes, gathering my courage before going into what I was sure wold be a hornet's nest of old school attitudes, opinions and relationships. I was never part of the "cool kids" cliques and I sure as hell didn't need them now! So summoning up all the intestinal fortitude I could muster, I got out of the car and walked towards the hotel lobby.
The front counter directed me back to where the conference room, and the reunion, was. I walked down the hallway and then into the room. The place was all decorated with silver and black (our school colors) with some red thrown in for color. It was done tastefully and looked pretty impressive, I had to admit.
"Welcome to our reunion! Your name please?" a woman at the desk close to the door said. I told her my name and she looked me up in her register. Once confirmed that I belonged there, she gave me a self stick "Hi My name is______." sticker and a ticket for a door prize of some sort. I went on in and tried to find a table to park myself for the duration. I went up to the bar and had just ordered a drink when, behind me, I heard an old, familiar voice.
"Can I get a Strawberry Daiquiri, please?" the soft voice said. I turned and beheld my angel.
"Denise? Denise Hawthorne?" I asked, surprised to see her there for some reason.
"I remember you! You're Phillip Hawkins, right?" she said.
"That's right. I'm surprised you remember me," I said.
"Well to be honest, I spent some time last night with the yearbooks, going through them and trying to remember names and faces so I wouldn't look too foolish tonight!" she said sheepishly. "But you haven't changed much so you were easy to spot!" With my last name being Hawkins and hers being Hawthorne, our pictures had been side by side all though high school.
Denise was a couple years younger than me. I started school late because my birthday fell after the cut-off, plus in junior high my counselor advised me to stay back a year to make high school easier (it didn't).
"So are you here with anyone?" I asked. I had never seen her by herself in the four years of high school, so I figured there was someone around that would break up our chat.
"No. I came here alone," she said. I detected a note of sadness to her words that caught me off guard.
"Well, I have a table right over there. Care to join me?" I asked, holding my breath. I felt a little foolish holding my breath and waiting for her answer, like I was that fool kid, back in high school, waiting to hear if she would go out with me!
"Sure, thanks," she said with a smile. I let out that breath slowly so she wouldn't hear how excited I was and tried to calm my nerves at the same time. Once we had gotten our drinks, we walked over to the table and I seated her before taking my own seat. We began talking and catching up on how life had treated each of us since high school.
"Well, after high school I went on to a trade college where I learned computer programming and got a job here in Huntsville. I make pretty good money, I suppose. I have a nice apartment - not real big, but then it's just me there so I don't need much room," I told her.
"So you never got married?" she asked.
"No, I never got married. So what's your story?" I asked.
"After we graduated, I moved to Chicago. I was tired of this small town life and wanted to see more. But I found out that I didn't like 'the big city' after all, so I moved back down south a year or so later to Augusta, Georgia. I liked it there... it was warm like Huntsville, but bigger and more to do. I lived there for several years. I met my ex husband there and fell in love and got married," she said.
"Ex-husband?" I inquired.
"Yeah. We were married for about eight years, but I found out that he couldn't keep his eyes - or his hands, for that matter - off other women. I caught him cheating a couple times and after the third time, I told him I wanted out. At the divorce hearing, I learned that he had a couple of kids from some of these other women.
"Anyway, I took him to court and got my divorce. We had one son together - Michael - who I got sole custody of because he didn't fight for custody. I got a good settlement with alimony and child support. He also got nailed for the child support for the other two kids. But now all the kids are grown up. Michael just started college himself this year. He wants to get a degree in Business Management and is going to a college in St. Louis. He is really smart and I am so proud of how he turned out, despite his father!" she said.
"I see. So you never remarried?" I asked.
"No. For a long time I had trust issues, thanks to that asshole. Once I came to terms with that... well it was just too late, I guess. All the good guys were taken!" she said, looking down at her drink sadly.
"Not all of them," I said quietly, mostly to myself.
But she heard me, I guess, because she looked up with a half-smile, "No, not all of them."
Just about the time the conversation began to get "heavy", the band played a song that Denise loved.
"Oh Phil, I love this song! Dance with me, please!" she said. I wasn't real good at the fast dances - never have been. But I figured what the hell what can I possibly lose?
"Okay, I'll dance this one with you, but I get to pick one, too," I said.
"That sounds fair enough," she said. So I got up and took her by the hand, leading her out onto the dance floor. I didn't do too bad, surprisingly; at least, Denise had no complaints. I danced a couple songs with her, then we sat back down at our table, and I went up to the bar to refresh our drinks.
By now the evening was wearing on and people began filtering out and headed to their homes. I noticed the crowd thinning a bit.
"Seems the party is beginning to break up a bit," I said.
"Yeah, guess it is getting a bit late. They must have things to do tomorrow or something," she said. "It's too bad, this has been kinda fun."
"Well before you up and leave me, you owe me a dance. Sit tight, I'll be right back," I said, and went up to talk to the band. I came back a minute later and sat down again.
"What did you do?"
"I just arranged for my dance," I told her. She smiled at me and we waited for the song that was being played to finish.
"We have a song request here from Phil to Denise. Phil wants Denise to know that We've Got Tonight." and then the band began playing the Bob Seger song.
I stood up and held out my hand. Denise looked up at me and smiled big and broad. She took my hand, and we went out onto the dance floor.
As I slipped my arms around Denise, all my high school dreams instantly came flooding back. I had spent four long, frustrating, years waiting for a moment like this, and she felt even better than my teenaged imagination could have possibly dreamed up. I held my dreamgirl close and breathed in the scent of her hair and the sweet perfume she wore. I felt the softness of her body and listened to her breathing. If I had died at that moment, I would have been perfectly content with it.
With my eyes closed, I slowly rocked us side to side, slow dancing to the music that barely penetrated my euphoric state. I had four minutes and forty seconds to enjoy this fantasy, and I wanted every one of them. I didn't speak. I barely breathed, afraid that if I made any kind of move, this wonderful dream would vanish like the morning fog.
As much as I wanted to stay right there with Denise in my arms forever, the song had to end. As the last refrains were being played, some new music made its way to my ears.
"Phil, can we go someplace... someplace quieter and more private?" she asked. I had to pull back a bit and look her in the eyes, because I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Denise Hawthorne was asking ME out? I tried hard not to seem too eager and maintain some sense of dignity, although every fiber of my being wanted to grab her and run full speed out of the building before she had a chance to change her mind!
"Sure. Want to grab a bite to eat?" I asked.
"That would be nice. These Daiquiris are getting to me," she said, "I guess I can't drink like I used back in my younger days!"
"Oh, Denise, you aren't that old!" I told her.
"Thank you for saying that, but I am thirty-seven years old," she said, "And I feel a lot older than that!"
"That may be, but you look ten years younger than that, tops. If you don't mind my saying so, you are still just as hot as you ever were!" I told her. And I was being honest, too. Denise looked smoking hot that night!
"Oh I don't mind you saying so at all!" she giggled. It was good to hear her giggle for a change. We took my car, so I was thankful that I'd had it detailed. We went to a little Mom and Pop diner on the outskirts of town. I knew this place well and it had good food and was always quiet; it was a good place to talk or to just get a quiet, peaceful meal.
"This place has the best pot roast in town. It's so good, it'll make you slap your mama!" I said, joking with her.
"Okay, sounds good to me," Denise giggled again. So when the waitress came to take our order, I told her we'd have two orders of the pot roast and two sodas.
"That ought to soak up some of those Daiquiris for you," I said with a grin.
We talked some more, and I asked her more about her son and about her life since high school. I wanted to know about her past marriage, because it obviously didn't give her what she needed. I would have to do things differently if I wanted any chance at this dreamboat. She wasn't shy about talking about it either, telling me all about his infidelities and how she caught him the first time because of an odd charge on the telephone bill.
The second time it was one of his "sluts", as she called them, calling him up mad at him for cheating on her with someone else! The two wronged women compared notes and found he had screwed them both over. And the final straw came when she took a watch in to the jewelers to get the band fixed. When she went to pick it up, the gal behind the counter brought up the wrong ticket; it seems her ex had bought a necklace for one of his bimbos, and Denise found out because the counter girl had the wrong ticket!
I could tell this was a sore subject for her still, so I quickly changed the subject. "So what did you do after the divorce?" I asked.
"Well, I stayed in Augusta for a couple years, but then the company I worked for folded back in '97 and we - Michael and I - moved around some after that. Now he is off to college, so I am back here looking to come home, if home will have me back."
"Well, I know one part of home that would love to have you back," I said.
"You are still sweet, Phil. Just like you were in high school."
That statement would serve as a catalyst for what happened next.
We finished our food, and I took care of the bill.
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When we got back to the car, I reached for the door and Denise put her hand on mine.
"Thank you for dinner and for tonight. I had a lot more fun than I thought I would," she said.
I smiled at her, "So did I. To be honest, I was dreading this reunion. But a couple co-workers and friends made me promise to come. And I'm glad I did."
Once we got in the car, I turned to her. "Where to now?" I asked.
"I don't know. I don't have to rush home for anything - unless you do?" she said.
"How about just going for a little drive then?" I suggested. She nodded, smiling. So I put the car in gear and headed south to a little spot I knew on the Tennessee River about 15 miles or so away. I was hoping the mood she was in and the emotions of the reunion would work to my favor if I found a romantic setting.
The place I had picked out was called Ditto's Landing, and it is a spot where weddings were often held because there is a nice covered pavilion and nicely kept grounds right on the river. It is a very picturesque place and the perfect spot to be alone with your favorite girl.
We arrived at Ditto's Landing in about twenty minutes. I pulled into the parking lot and parked so we were facing the river. I got out and opened the door for her, helping her out of the car, then we walked down the pathway to the pavilion and sat down at one of the picnic tables there in the pavilion.
It was a warm August night, not too muggy, very comfortable. We were all alone there except for the crickets serenading us with their song and an occasional bullfrog chiming in for effect.
"Mmm... this is nice," she said.
"Yes, it is. I always like it here. I like to listen to the crickets and bullfrogs while I watch the river. I come here to clear my head and think a lot."
"Oh? I can understand why," she said.
I don't know why, but right then I leaned over and tried to kiss her. The mood and timing seemed right to me; we were in a romantic spot, and she had given me some decent signals. Hell, she's the one that suggested we leave the reunion for "someplace quieter and more private"!
"Wait a minute, Phil... I don't think we should be doing this. I mean, this isn't a good idea, you know?" she said, pulling back a little.
"What? Why, you little cocktease!" I said. I had lost it. For whatever reason, I snapped. Maybe it was the whole reunion idea, maybe I had built up this woman in my head too much. I don't know the cause. All I know is that after giving me signals to proceed, she was suddenly telling me to stop.
"Phil! Phil, I never meant..." she protested, shocked at my sudden change.
"You little cunt, you teased me all through high school, wiggling that tight ass and flaunting your tits at me, laughing at me with your friends as I tried to ask you out, and kissing on your boyfriends in front of me, just because you knew it bothered me to see you with those other guys!" I said, angrily.
"But I..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses!" I said, "You know, I tried to be a nice guy and always treat you with respect. I thought you deserved to be treated like a queen. But you chose instead to hang around with the 'bad boys' and never even gave me a chance. Well here you are now, thirty-seven years old and alone. Tell me, Denise, where is your bad boy now?"
I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, as she sat there in slack-jawed surprise. She had always known the shy, quiet, passive Phil - the geeky kid that I was in school. But that guy had gotten tired of being a doormat and the butt of everyone's jokes and pranks. Now, she faced a more secure, more assertive Phillip Hawkins.
"You are still the spoiled rotten, teasing little slut that you were back then! Only now you aren't dealing with some awkward teenaged boy with a hard dick and a soft heart for you. You want a 'bad boy'? All right then, you're gonna get one!" I shouted at her.
I jumped up and grabbed her by the upper arm, pulling her to her feet and marching her around to the end of the picnic table. I bent her over the end of the table, shoving her down onto it rather hard, holding her there by bending one arm behind her back. With the other hand, I raised her dress up above her waist, laying it over her back and then I jerked her panties down to just above her knees, making it so she had to keep her legs together.
"Phillip! What are you doing?" she cried out as she felt the cool air on her now bare ass. "You can't..."
SMACK! "I said shut up!" I barked, giving her creamy ass a good hard smack with my hand.
“Yeeeowwch!” Denise cried out as an angry red handprint appeared on her pale skin. "Phillip, please!"
"It's a little too late for 'Phillip, please', Denise. You want to act like a spoiled little bitch, then you're going to get treated like a spoiled little bitch!" I told her. Then I proceeded to give her what had been coming to her for a long, long time.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I gave her four more stinging swats on her ass in quick succession, alternating sides and placement so that it covered more of that perfect ass. Each swat turned the flesh under it a nice pink color.
"Oww! Oww! Oww!" she cried as the blows rained down on her. I stopped for a moment to let those sink in and see how effective they were. Denise wriggled her ass a bit trying to make the heat dissipate and make the sting go away.
After a few moments of respite, I began again. This time however I didn't stop at just four swats. I smacked her ass over and over not giving her any chance of recovery, until I had completely covered every inch of that upturned ass. Denise screeched and howled, she cried and pleaded with me to stop, but I didn't relent until I was certain she had learned her lesson.
"Please, Phil, please stop! I'll do anything... anything you want, just please stop spanking me!" she begged, kicking and stomping her feet as she tried to dodge the next blow. I did stop and give her a break, watching her as she lay on the rough, weathered picnic table, sobbing softly, as her ass baked.
As she lay there on the table, I caught a glimpse of something interesting, and as I knelt down to investigate, I saw the most amazing sight.
Denise's pussy was dripping! Her pussy lips glinted with her wetness and I saw tiny droplets of her dew on her pussy hair! I smiled as I learned my dreamgirl's deepest secret!
I stood back up and stepped up behind her, pressing my hips against her reddened ass. She moaned softly, feeling me behind her, and I leaned over the woman.
"Your pussy is soaked, Denise... does my little cocktease like being spanked?" I growled in her ear.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned.
"I always thought there was more to your 'nice girl" act... and now I see why you were so popular!" I said gruffly. I reached down and jerked her panties completely down to her ankles, pulling them off her feet. Then I grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs apart roughly. Kneeling down behind her, I ran my hands up the insides of her spread legs, stopping just before I reached her sopping cunt.
Denise whimpered as I reversed direction and began heading back down her legs, leaving her pussy untouched. I stopped just above her knees and moved back up once more, dragging my fingertips in claw fashion up the tender flesh of her legs. This time though, as I approached her sex, I moved my hands around until they both rested on the lower part of her ass cheeks, one on each side.
I pulled her ass cheeks apart, getting my first look at the wet, pink interior of Denise's lovebox. It was glorious, and the scent that came from her made my mouth water. I wanted to drink her up; I wanted to lick and suck on those fat juicy lips, and I wanted to climb into that warm soft interior and stay there forever.
"Such a pretty little cunt... I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks. Would you like me to taste you, slut?" I asked.
"Ohhhh Gaawd..." she moaned.
"Is that a yes? Tell me slut. Beg me to lick your cunt."
"Please... lick my cunt..." she moaned. I smiled, because I knew she was mine now. And I planned on collecting my due.
"OHMYGOD!! OHH YESSS!" Denise screamed as I buried my face in her wet pussy, shoving my tongue in as deep as I could get it and lapping up all the sweet nectar I could find. She grabbed the edges of the picnic table hard, as I began feasting on this girl that had eluded me for so long. I held nothing back either.
Four long years of watching other guys enjoying what should have been mine. Four years of taunts and teasing, of put downs and humiliations. Four years of almost daily reminders that I wasn't good enough for her. Well, now look at the slut, bent over a picnic table with her dress hiked up over her back, legs spread and her bare ass in the air, begging me to eat her drooling cunt.
Denise moaned and gasped and wriggled, as I ate her sweet peach. She clawed at the table when I toyed with her clit, rolling it between my fingers and flicking it lightly. She pushed back against my intruding tongue and raised up on her toes in order to allow me better access to her. I made sure that I covered her pussy completely, giving all of it proper attention. I tugged at her outer lips gently with my teeth, I circled her inner lips with my tongue, and I probed every nook and cranny I could reach inside her tunnel. She tasted better than I could have imagined, and I wanted every delicious drop.
It must have been some time since she'd last had sex, because it didn't take her very long at all, it seemed, before she was wailing her need.
"Ohh fuck! Oh, Phil, please make me cum! Please, please! Oh God, I need to cum so bad! Please make me cum!" she cried out loudly.
This was what I had been waiting for. As soon as I heard her plea, I stopped what I was doing and stood up. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the table tossing her to the floor.
"No, slut, you still don't get it. This is about MY wants and needs, not yours. You are nothing but a fucktoy, a hole for my cock. Now suck my cock and get it hard. I'm nowhere near finished with that cunt of yours!" I said, shaking her head once before letting it go.
Denise went right to work, kneeling on the hard concrete floor. She unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers, 'til she freed my semi-hard cock. She gobbled it down as if it was a steak and she was starving. She began licking and sucking on me like her life depended on it. It felt amazing, too. I had fantasized about this so many times. So many teenaged dreams were finally coming true. I was in heaven.
Having the girl of my dreams finally on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock, was too much for me; all too quickly, I was hard as steel and my cum was boiling. I could feel myself climbing towards my orgasm and if I didn't do something pretty quickly, I would be the one begging to cum!
I pushed her off me without warning and then grabbed her hair once more, hauling her to her feet by it. I bent her over the table like before, with her ass towards me and her head and chest on the rough table surface. I shoved two fingers deep into her and fingerfucked her as I talked to her.
"Now, my little slut, I am going to fuck you, but this won't be like back in high school. I'm not some geeky little teenager sporting his first hard on. I am going to wreck that cunt of yours. I am going to ruin you for any other guy. And when I am done with you, you will crawl out of here like the used up whore you are, because you won't be able to walk. Do you understand me?" I said.
Denise only moaned a response as she lay on the table. I took up a position behind her, and unceremoniously and without any warning, I shoved my cock fully into that slick warm cunt all the way to the hilt.
"AAAUUUUGHHH!!" Denise screamed as I buried myself in her, slamming into her ass and pushing her up against the table with the force of my thrust.
Now I am no porn star; I don't have a two-foot cock or anything, but I am not a small guy either. I would say I am about eight inches long and maybe two and a half inches in diameter. Respectable, but not circus-freak size. However, like I said, it must have been some time since anyone visited her love hole, because she was tight and warm and inviting. She was also losing her mind being filled with hard cock now.
She reached out as far forward as she could trying to get a grasp on anything to help stabilize her, as I began pounding into her like I was going to punch a hole in her with my cock. I was not being gentle or "nice" anymore. I used my cock as a battering ram, smashing into her so hard I knocked the wind out of her with each thrust. I heard her huff with every thrust, our hips slapping together.
I pounded her hard, fast, and deep without giving her any break between. I had only one goal in mind. I was going to use this woman, and I was going to get my reward for all that I had gone through back then. Now I was in the driver's seat.
"Oh, I'm going to cum! Please, Phil! Please let me cum! Please, I'll do anything, Oh God I need to cum! Please, please, please..." she cried out as I pounded into her.
"No. not yet," I said simply. Denise groaned her disappointment, but I paid it no attention. I continued to pound her mercilessly, giving her no rest and no leniency.
A couple moments later she repeated her need to cum and once again she was denied. I wanted this woman to know she had been thoroughly fucked and to remember this reunion. I kept up the jackhammer fucking, wearing her pussy out as I pumped in and out of her. I reached under her and fingered her clit and then stood up and smacked her ass, alternating the pain and pleasure concepts to keep her off balance.
Finally, she once again pleaded with me to cum. "Please, Phil, Please let me cum, Oh god, please! I can't take it, please!" she was sobbing by this point and almost worn completely out from the exertion. I was getting close myself.
"All right, but I want you to cum with me. Are you ready... NOW! Cum slut! Cum with me!" I shouted. Just as I felt my cock let go, I reached under and slapped her clit with one hand then shoved my thumb deep in her ass with the other. The triple combination sent Denise into orbit!
"OHHHFUUCKKMEEE!!" she screamed so loud I expected to hear sirens any second. Her dam broke, and she gushed her juices out like I had busted a water balloon inside her. Her legs shook wildly, and she thrashed around on the table, so that I had to hang onto her and hold her down. I was afraid she would hurt herself the way she carried on, but after a few minutes of chaotic twisting and writhing, her orgasm began to subside.
Denise lay there on the table, panting and sobbing, her pussy dripping a mixture of my cum and her juices onto the concrete below her. I pulled up my pants, tucking my shrinking cock back inside and zipped up. I pulled Denise to her feet steadying her on wobbly knees. When I was sure she was back and steady enough on her own, I pushed her back down onto her knees.
"I told you that when I was finished with you, you would be crawling out of here. So let's go," and I began walking as she crawled beside me on hands and knees. She was careful not to step on her dress as she crawled, and it did a number on her stockings, but that wasn't my concern.
When she had crawled out of the pavilion, I stopped, helping her to her feet. Then I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the car. I put her in her seat then got in and started the car up. But before I could put it in gear, Denise turned to me.
"Phillip, I am very, very sorry for the way I treated you in high school. It was wrong and I am ashamed of how I behaved back then, for a number of reasons. Please forgive me. I was a spoiled little slut, and I deserved everything I got tonight," she said, looking down at her hands.
"What's done is done, Denise. My question to you is, did you have a good time tonight?" I asked.
"Mmm, I had a wonderful time. Thank you for everything," she said, blushing a little.
"That's good, I'm glad you had fun tonight. Now where can I take you? Where do you live these days?" I asked her.
She looked up at me with tears on her cheek. Her eyes darted back and forth as if looking for something. "Well, I live in the Garden Place Apartments, apartment 2D... but I'd prefer to go home with you, if you want to, that is."
I smiled. No answer was needed at that moment. I dropped the car into gear and we headed home. I had finally gotten the girl!
"Thank you for dinner and for tonight. I had a lot more fun than I thought I would," she said.
I smiled at her, "So did I. To be honest, I was dreading this reunion. But a couple co-workers and friends made me promise to come. And I'm glad I did."
Once we got in the car, I turned to her. "Where to now?" I asked.
"I don't know. I don't have to rush home for anything - unless you do?" she said.
"How about just going for a little drive then?" I suggested. She nodded, smiling. So I put the car in gear and headed south to a little spot I knew on the Tennessee River about 15 miles or so away. I was hoping the mood she was in and the emotions of the reunion would work to my favor if I found a romantic setting.
The place I had picked out was called Ditto's Landing, and it is a spot where weddings were often held because there is a nice covered pavilion and nicely kept grounds right on the river. It is a very picturesque place and the perfect spot to be alone with your favorite girl.
We arrived at Ditto's Landing in about twenty minutes. I pulled into the parking lot and parked so we were facing the river. I got out and opened the door for her, helping her out of the car, then we walked down the pathway to the pavilion and sat down at one of the picnic tables there in the pavilion.
It was a warm August night, not too muggy, very comfortable. We were all alone there except for the crickets serenading us with their song and an occasional bullfrog chiming in for effect.
"Mmm... this is nice," she said.
"Yes, it is. I always like it here. I like to listen to the crickets and bullfrogs while I watch the river. I come here to clear my head and think a lot."
"Oh? I can understand why," she said.
I don't know why, but right then I leaned over and tried to kiss her. The mood and timing seemed right to me; we were in a romantic spot, and she had given me some decent signals. Hell, she's the one that suggested we leave the reunion for "someplace quieter and more private"!
"Wait a minute, Phil... I don't think we should be doing this. I mean, this isn't a good idea, you know?" she said, pulling back a little.
"What? Why, you little cocktease!" I said. I had lost it. For whatever reason, I snapped. Maybe it was the whole reunion idea, maybe I had built up this woman in my head too much. I don't know the cause. All I know is that after giving me signals to proceed, she was suddenly telling me to stop.
"Phil! Phil, I never meant..." she protested, shocked at my sudden change.
"You little cunt, you teased me all through high school, wiggling that tight ass and flaunting your tits at me, laughing at me with your friends as I tried to ask you out, and kissing on your boyfriends in front of me, just because you knew it bothered me to see you with those other guys!" I said, angrily.
"But I..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses!" I said, "You know, I tried to be a nice guy and always treat you with respect. I thought you deserved to be treated like a queen. But you chose instead to hang around with the 'bad boys' and never even gave me a chance. Well here you are now, thirty-seven years old and alone. Tell me, Denise, where is your bad boy now?"
I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, as she sat there in slack-jawed surprise. She had always known the shy, quiet, passive Phil - the geeky kid that I was in school. But that guy had gotten tired of being a doormat and the butt of everyone's jokes and pranks. Now, she faced a more secure, more assertive Phillip Hawkins.
"You are still the spoiled rotten, teasing little slut that you were back then! Only now you aren't dealing with some awkward teenaged boy with a hard dick and a soft heart for you. You want a 'bad boy'? All right then, you're gonna get one!" I shouted at her.
I jumped up and grabbed her by the upper arm, pulling her to her feet and marching her around to the end of the picnic table. I bent her over the end of the table, shoving her down onto it rather hard, holding her there by bending one arm behind her back. With the other hand, I raised her dress up above her waist, laying it over her back and then I jerked her panties down to just above her knees, making it so she had to keep her legs together.
"Phillip! What are you doing?" she cried out as she felt the cool air on her now bare ass. "You can't..."
SMACK! "I said shut up!" I barked, giving her creamy ass a good hard smack with my hand.
“Yeeeowwch!” Denise cried out as an angry red handprint appeared on her pale skin. "Phillip, please!"
"It's a little too late for 'Phillip, please', Denise. You want to act like a spoiled little bitch, then you're going to get treated like a spoiled little bitch!" I told her. Then I proceeded to give her what had been coming to her for a long, long time.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I gave her four more stinging swats on her ass in quick succession, alternating sides and placement so that it covered more of that perfect ass. Each swat turned the flesh under it a nice pink color.
"Oww! Oww! Oww!" she cried as the blows rained down on her. I stopped for a moment to let those sink in and see how effective they were. Denise wriggled her ass a bit trying to make the heat dissipate and make the sting go away.
After a few moments of respite, I began again. This time however I didn't stop at just four swats. I smacked her ass over and over not giving her any chance of recovery, until I had completely covered every inch of that upturned ass. Denise screeched and howled, she cried and pleaded with me to stop, but I didn't relent until I was certain she had learned her lesson.
"Please, Phil, please stop! I'll do anything... anything you want, just please stop spanking me!" she begged, kicking and stomping her feet as she tried to dodge the next blow. I did stop and give her a break, watching her as she lay on the rough, weathered picnic table, sobbing softly, as her ass baked.
As she lay there on the table, I caught a glimpse of something interesting, and as I knelt down to investigate, I saw the most amazing sight.
Denise's pussy was dripping! Her pussy lips glinted with her wetness and I saw tiny droplets of her dew on her pussy hair! I smiled as I learned my dreamgirl's deepest secret!
I stood back up and stepped up behind her, pressing my hips against her reddened ass. She moaned softly, feeling me behind her, and I leaned over the woman.
"Your pussy is soaked, Denise... does my little cocktease like being spanked?" I growled in her ear.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned.
"I always thought there was more to your 'nice girl" act... and now I see why you were so popular!" I said gruffly. I reached down and jerked her panties completely down to her ankles, pulling them off her feet. Then I grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs apart roughly. Kneeling down behind her, I ran my hands up the insides of her spread legs, stopping just before I reached her sopping cunt.
Denise whimpered as I reversed direction and began heading back down her legs, leaving her pussy untouched. I stopped just above her knees and moved back up once more, dragging my fingertips in claw fashion up the tender flesh of her legs. This time though, as I approached her sex, I moved my hands around until they both rested on the lower part of her ass cheeks, one on each side.
I pulled her ass cheeks apart, getting my first look at the wet, pink interior of Denise's lovebox. It was glorious, and the scent that came from her made my mouth water. I wanted to drink her up; I wanted to lick and suck on those fat juicy lips, and I wanted to climb into that warm soft interior and stay there forever.
"Such a pretty little cunt... I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks. Would you like me to taste you, slut?" I asked.
"Ohhhh Gaawd..." she moaned.
"Is that a yes? Tell me slut. Beg me to lick your cunt."
"Please... lick my cunt..." she moaned. I smiled, because I knew she was mine now. And I planned on collecting my due.
"OHMYGOD!! OHH YESSS!" Denise screamed as I buried my face in her wet pussy, shoving my tongue in as deep as I could get it and lapping up all the sweet nectar I could find. She grabbed the edges of the picnic table hard, as I began feasting on this girl that had eluded me for so long. I held nothing back either.
Four long years of watching other guys enjoying what should have been mine. Four years of taunts and teasing, of put downs and humiliations. Four years of almost daily reminders that I wasn't good enough for her. Well, now look at the slut, bent over a picnic table with her dress hiked up over her back, legs spread and her bare ass in the air, begging me to eat her drooling cunt.
Denise moaned and gasped and wriggled, as I ate her sweet peach. She clawed at the table when I toyed with her clit, rolling it between my fingers and flicking it lightly. She pushed back against my intruding tongue and raised up on her toes in order to allow me better access to her. I made sure that I covered her pussy completely, giving all of it proper attention. I tugged at her outer lips gently with my teeth, I circled her inner lips with my tongue, and I probed every nook and cranny I could reach inside her tunnel. She tasted better than I could have imagined, and I wanted every delicious drop.
It must have been some time since she'd last had sex, because it didn't take her very long at all, it seemed, before she was wailing her need.
"Ohh fuck! Oh, Phil, please make me cum! Please, please! Oh God, I need to cum so bad! Please make me cum!" she cried out loudly.
This was what I had been waiting for. As soon as I heard her plea, I stopped what I was doing and stood up. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the table tossing her to the floor.
"No, slut, you still don't get it. This is about MY wants and needs, not yours. You are nothing but a fucktoy, a hole for my cock. Now suck my cock and get it hard. I'm nowhere near finished with that cunt of yours!" I said, shaking her head once before letting it go.
Denise went right to work, kneeling on the hard concrete floor. She unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers, 'til she freed my semi-hard cock. She gobbled it down as if it was a steak and she was starving. She began licking and sucking on me like her life depended on it. It felt amazing, too. I had fantasized about this so many times. So many teenaged dreams were finally coming true. I was in heaven.
Having the girl of my dreams finally on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock, was too much for me; all too quickly, I was hard as steel and my cum was boiling. I could feel myself climbing towards my orgasm and if I didn't do something pretty quickly, I would be the one begging to cum!
I pushed her off me without warning and then grabbed her hair once more, hauling her to her feet by it. I bent her over the table like before, with her ass towards me and her head and chest on the rough table surface. I shoved two fingers deep into her and fingerfucked her as I talked to her.
"Now, my little slut, I am going to fuck you, but this won't be like back in high school. I'm not some geeky little teenager sporting his first hard on. I am going to wreck that cunt of yours. I am going to ruin you for any other guy. And when I am done with you, you will crawl out of here like the used up whore you are, because you won't be able to walk. Do you understand me?" I said.
Denise only moaned a response as she lay on the table. I took up a position behind her, and unceremoniously and without any warning, I shoved my cock fully into that slick warm cunt all the way to the hilt.
"AAAUUUUGHHH!!" Denise screamed as I buried myself in her, slamming into her ass and pushing her up against the table with the force of my thrust.
Now I am no porn star; I don't have a two-foot cock or anything, but I am not a small guy either. I would say I am about eight inches long and maybe two and a half inches in diameter. Respectable, but not circus-freak size. However, like I said, it must have been some time since anyone visited her love hole, because she was tight and warm and inviting. She was also losing her mind being filled with hard cock now.
She reached out as far forward as she could trying to get a grasp on anything to help stabilize her, as I began pounding into her like I was going to punch a hole in her with my cock. I was not being gentle or "nice" anymore. I used my cock as a battering ram, smashing into her so hard I knocked the wind out of her with each thrust. I heard her huff with every thrust, our hips slapping together.
I pounded her hard, fast, and deep without giving her any break between. I had only one goal in mind. I was going to use this woman, and I was going to get my reward for all that I had gone through back then. Now I was in the driver's seat.
"Oh, I'm going to cum! Please, Phil! Please let me cum! Please, I'll do anything, Oh God I need to cum! Please, please, please..." she cried out as I pounded into her.
"No. not yet," I said simply. Denise groaned her disappointment, but I paid it no attention. I continued to pound her mercilessly, giving her no rest and no leniency.
A couple moments later she repeated her need to cum and once again she was denied. I wanted this woman to know she had been thoroughly fucked and to remember this reunion. I kept up the jackhammer fucking, wearing her pussy out as I pumped in and out of her. I reached under her and fingered her clit and then stood up and smacked her ass, alternating the pain and pleasure concepts to keep her off balance.
Finally, she once again pleaded with me to cum. "Please, Phil, Please let me cum, Oh god, please! I can't take it, please!" she was sobbing by this point and almost worn completely out from the exertion. I was getting close myself.
"All right, but I want you to cum with me. Are you ready... NOW! Cum slut! Cum with me!" I shouted. Just as I felt my cock let go, I reached under and slapped her clit with one hand then shoved my thumb deep in her ass with the other. The triple combination sent Denise into orbit!
"OHHHFUUCKKMEEE!!" she screamed so loud I expected to hear sirens any second. Her dam broke, and she gushed her juices out like I had busted a water balloon inside her. Her legs shook wildly, and she thrashed around on the table, so that I had to hang onto her and hold her down. I was afraid she would hurt herself the way she carried on, but after a few minutes of chaotic twisting and writhing, her orgasm began to subside.
Denise lay there on the table, panting and sobbing, her pussy dripping a mixture of my cum and her juices onto the concrete below her. I pulled up my pants, tucking my shrinking cock back inside and zipped up. I pulled Denise to her feet steadying her on wobbly knees. When I was sure she was back and steady enough on her own, I pushed her back down onto her knees.
"I told you that when I was finished with you, you would be crawling out of here. So let's go," and I began walking as she crawled beside me on hands and knees. She was careful not to step on her dress as she crawled, and it did a number on her stockings, but that wasn't my concern.
When she had crawled out of the pavilion, I stopped, helping her to her feet. Then I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the car. I put her in her seat then got in and started the car up. But before I could put it in gear, Denise turned to me.
"Phillip, I am very, very sorry for the way I treated you in high school. It was wrong and I am ashamed of how I behaved back then, for a number of reasons. Please forgive me. I was a spoiled little slut, and I deserved everything I got tonight," she said, looking down at her hands.
"What's done is done, Denise. My question to you is, did you have a good time tonight?" I asked.
"Mmm, I had a wonderful time. Thank you for everything," she said, blushing a little.
"That's good, I'm glad you had fun tonight. Now where can I take you? Where do you live these days?" I asked her.
She looked up at me with tears on her cheek. Her eyes darted back and forth as if looking for something. "Well, I live in the Garden Place Apartments, apartment 2D... but I'd prefer to go home with you, if you want to, that is."
I smiled. No answer was needed at that moment. I dropped the car into gear and we headed home. I had finally gotten the girl!
