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Let’s see, I graduated high school in April of 1964, if I remember correctly. April of 1999 was my thirty fifth high school reunion. Had it really been that long? It didn’t feel like it but then again my memory ain’t what it used to be, to put it mildly. Since I had never made it to any of the other reunions, why should this one be any different? A phone call from my past was the answer to that one.

Sandy and I had dated in high school and afterwards, even though she went on to college and I went to work full time. The college was only about ninety miles away, so we saw each other most weekends and almost all holidays. The summers were the greatest and we were making plans for the rest of our lives, right down to the number of kids we wanted and where we would live.

That is until the Vietnam draft started to hit close to home. One after the other, my male friend’s that were not in college, were drafted into the army. I had been lucky so far and decided to enlist in the Marines. I figured I could get my choice that way and I’d much rather fly over the jungles and rice patties. Humping a rifle, twenty-four seven was not my idea of fun, especially with Charlie around.

To make a long story short, I received a Dear John letter in boot camp. It basically said that she was dropping out of the local college, changing majors and re-enrolling in a major college to be a lawyer. She also mentioned somewhat vaguely that she was dating some guy that was attending the same college. That was the end of that, except for a few good and lingering memories; over time, even those faded. I do have to admit though, that every once in a while; I’d wonder what had happened to her and how she was.

Then out of the blue, came the phone call. The voice sounded vaguely familiar as it verified my name, the high school I graduated from, and the year. Then she went on to explain that they were having a reunion of the class in my hometown. Suddenly the voice hit a dusty memory cell in my nearly fifty-year-old brain and I said, “Sandy?”

There was a pause and then a husky laugh that I remembered all to well. “I wondered how long it would take you to recognize my voice.”

I was speechless for several seconds that felt like hours. Memories chased each other around and through my head. This was the first time I had heard from her or about her since the letter in boot camp. I had no idea of what to say. Part of me wanted to yell at her for the way she had treated me back then and another part of me wanted to… Wanted to what? My mind shied away from that question.

“Are you there?” I heard her ask a little hesitantly.

“Yes, I’m here.” I said softly. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and asked in the same soft tone. “How are you? How have you been?”

I thought I heard a little catch in her breathing before she replied, “I’m fine, just staying busy, trying to get this reunion organized.”

Suddenly, I had so many questions that I didn’t know what to ask first. I also felt my anger rising. In my younger days, I had had quite a bad temper and it took me a long time to learn to control it. Well, maybe the word bad isn’t right; it was a quick temper that could be violent at times. I can honestly say that it was never directed at any woman, my grandmother raised me better than that. Back then; I just had a problem with guys wanting to show how bad they were. At thirteen, I was six foot tall and weighted around two hundred pounds. You’d think with my size that most guys would leave me alone but that wasn’t the case. At first, I laughed at them but after a while, I had enough and just unloaded on anyone who even looked like they wanted to mess with me. Word spread fast about the guy that fought at the slightest thing and fought to hurt you. I was left alone. Sandy was one of the very few people that ever got inside my shell, found out just how sensitive of a person I was, or could be if treated right.

I brushed my anger aside and asked, “Are you going to be at this reunion?”

“I sure am.” She answered quickly and then asked, “Are you going to come to it?”

I hesitated a moment as I wonder the same thing. I couldn’t remember but a hand full of names, out of the two hundred and something kids who had graduated with me. Other than Sandy, was there anyone I really wanted to see? “I don’t know. I haven’t attended any of the others over the years. When it came time for them, I was either out of the state working or I just plain forgot about them until after they were passed.”

“This will be the second one I’ve attended. I was here for the twentieth but missed the others. Like you, I was out of state or working.” She paused a second and added, “I would like to see you if you can make it.”

I thought there was something odd about her voice as she said that last sentence. Wishful think on my part, my brain threw in. “Give me the dates and where again, so I can write them on my calendar. Maybe I won’t forget this year.” I said and then added, “I would like to see you too; it’s been a very long time.”

She chuckled and I could see her crooked smile as she replied, “Yes it has.” She went on to give me the information about the reunion. When she finished, she paused a second, and then said, “I’m sorry, I treated you so badly, way back then, and I’d like to explain some things, if I can. That damned letter has eaten at me; I should have waited until I saw you face to face to tell you what I had to say. I don’t want to make the same mistake again with a phone call. Does that make sense to you?”

A feeling for her that I hadn’t felt in a very, very long time washed through me and I smiled as I said, “I understand and I will be at the reunion.”

I heard her take a deep breath before she said, “Good, I’ll see you there.”

That was two months ago and here I am in my old hometown, checking into a Holiday Inn. I’m a day early because I realized, I hadn’t visited any of my kinfolks in this area in a long time. I figured I’d use the day to make the rounds and then have a good nights sleep before starting the festivities of the reunion, whatever they might be.

The visits with the relatives went better than I figured they would. I was raised for the most part by my grandmother; she passed away while I was doing my first tour in Vietnam. My dad died in the early seventies and my mom, well, that’s a whole other can of worms. I went to see her but didn’t stay long. I spent a little time with a couple of my aunts and saw one of my cousins. Other than those few, the rest can go to hell. That may sound harsh but then you don’t know my relatives.

Around six that evening, I returned to the motel and got myself cleaned up. After a quiet supper at one of the better restaurants in town, I decided to do a little bar hopping like I used to do in my youth. The funny thing is that since they voted gambling in, most of the bars I used to haunt are gone. The couple of places still in business were pale shades of their former selves. I ended up at a small club on the west side of town that was close to the high school and my motel. It was still as dark and quiet as I remembered it. Sandy and I used to come here from time to time to relax and talk. She had never been much of a drinker or party animal; come to think of it, neither was I. That is until after we broke up, then I went a little crazy. Drinking was another thing it took me a while to learn to control.

I finished my second beer in the place and told the bartender that I didn’t want another; that I was heading back to the motel. Just as I slid off the barstool and turned around, the front door opened. An older woman walked in and paused just inside the door. I recognized her instantly; it was Sandy. I was surprised to see her in a bar. I was taken aback by how well she looked. The girl I had known had blossomed into a stunningly beautiful woman. At five foot five and a hundred and ten pounds, she was neat and trim. As I studied her, I compared the old and the new. I must say the new was an improvement. She had been pretty back then but now she was beautiful. The few lines in her face seemed to highlight her features and to accentuate her best features.

Her eyes locked onto me and she frowned for a second. Then she gave a little jerk as she realized who I was. Slowly a crooked smile came to her lips, the same crooked smile I remembered. She had been hit by a car, while riding her bike as a very young girl and had some nerve damage in one side of her face. When she smiled, one side of her lips went up higher than the other side. She walked straight over to me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed the hell out of me. I had been prepared for a handshake or a hug, but this took me by complete surprise. I froze for a second, then my arms wrapped around her and I was a teenager again, kissing my girlfriend. Talk about your time warps.

She broke the kiss and took a step back, she looked me up and down slowly and then she laughed as she said, “I hope you are, who I think you are.”

“I hope so too, if not then I’m the luckiest guy in town.” I replied with a grin. “I would have recognized you anywhere; you’ve only gotten better, not older. You’re still the best kisser I know.”

She laughed before she said, “Thank you, you still kiss great yourself. The mustache is a big change and you look bigger than I remember.” She paused to chuckle. “Maybe I’m just smaller.”

I shook my head and replied, “Nope, you’re still the same size. I just learned how to stand up straight finally and I’ve added a little padding around the middle.”

With a smile, she said softly, “You look great to me. I had no idea what to expect.” She glanced around to see everyone looking at us. With a grin she added, “Maybe we should find a table and sit down before someone tells us to get a motel room.”

I chuckled and said, “I already have one.” She looked at me sharply and then took my arm, and we moved to a table in the corner.

After we ordered a couple of beers, we both asked at the same time, “How have you been?” This made us both laugh.

We sat there just looking at each other for a few seconds before she said; “I’ve been fine, a little lonely since my husband died last year. My kids are both out on they’re own, my daughter is married and has two kids. My son is in the navy and overseas.” She paused as the bartender brought the beers. When he left she said, “Damn, you’re a good looking man. You were good looking in high school but now you have more character in your face.”

I laughed and shook my head, “Yeah, its called old age and wrinkles.”

She cocked her head to one side and smiled for a moment. “That’s not what I meant. You’ve grown up, it shows in your face, and how you carry yourself. Your anger has turned into humor and confidence.”

I chuckled softly and said, “It had too, otherwise I wouldn’t have lived this long. I can’t take all the credit for it; I met a really great lady that taught me a lot about truly living life and enjoying it.” A shadow passed over Sandy’s face so I added, “She passed away about ten years ago. My two kids with her are also out on they’re own, like yours. My daughter is married too and has a couple of daughters. My son is living in Las Vegas and works for a large auto auction company; he’s their computer guru. My oldest son by my first wife lives in California and works for a computer company. He has a couple of kids but I’ve never seen them. I don’t hear from him much.”

She looked at me for a few moments before she said, “So many years and so much has happened to both of us; I sometime wonder what it would have been like if we had stayed together.” When I didn’t say anything, she sighed and went on. “Since I talked to you on the phone, I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain what happened all those years ago. To keep it short and simple, I met someone who swept me off my feet. He was home from school, visiting his parents. His sister was my roommate and she introduced us. The next thing I knew, I was changing majors and schools. When he graduated, we got married and when I graduated, I went into the law firm with him. A few years later, we opened our own law office. Somewhere in there, I read your obituary in the local paper. We had a good life, all in all, until he died from a heart attack.”

I nodded and smiled before I said, “Yeah, I spent three tours in Vietnam and the silly paper in this town printed three obituaries for me. I’ve often wondered who worked there that didn’t like me.” I paused a moment and looked into her eyes. “Look, that was a long time ago and ancient history. The whys and whatever’s don’t really need to be explained. We’ve both lived through them and have had good lives so far, so why complicate things. I admit I was hurt by that letter but I didn’t have much time to dwell on it in boot camp, they kept us quite busy. By the time, I had a chance to breath and to try to find you, it was too late. Anyway, I got distracted by my first wife about that time and it was six years later before I got untangled from her. By the way, her name was Sandy also.” I ended with a laugh.

“Just how many wives have you had?” She asked with a grin.

I laughed and shook my head. “If you must know, three. The first I told you about. The second was the lady that straightened me up; we were together for eighteen years. After she died, I went to hell in a hand basket for a couple of years and ended up married to a woman I met through a friend of mine. That lasted for about five years. For the last five years, I’ve been single, more or less. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends that have lived with me but it didn’t work out. For the last year, I’ve lived alone.” I grinned and added, “So now you know my history, I guess you just had the one hubby? It’s how I’ve pictured your life anyway.”

“Yeah, just the one, I had enough problems raising him. I can’t complain too much, I guess.” She said with a wistful look on her face. After a moment of silence, she came back from whatever memory she had been lost in and added, “I can understand the hell in a hand basket that you spoke about. I find it hard at times to keep myself out of it. Thirty years is a long time to spend with one person and then to be alone suddenly…” She let the sentence trail off.

I reached across and put my hand on hers, “Believe me, I understand.”

Her eyes focused on mine and she smiled, “Thank you. A lot of people think they do but if they ain’t been there then they haven’t got a clue, as the saying goes.”

We talked about our lives and compared notes on kids and grandkids. We were both surprised when the bartender came over and said, “Sorry folks but its closing time.”

I looked at Sandy and she looked at me, we both laughed, where had the time gone? We told him goodnight and headed for the door. Outside in the cool night air, I asked, “Is there a café around here where we can get something to eat?”

She shrugged and said, “I don’t have a clue. I’m never out this late and I don’t know this part of town too well anymore. I live out in the country farther west of here and do all my traveling to and from town on the interstate. I was at the school late tonight and I usually hit the interstate at the first light, but tonight I decided to have a beer and to think about what I was going to say to you. Then I ran into you.”

“Is the old truck stop restaurant still open out west of town?” I asked.

She chuckled and replied, “Yes it is, and there’s two new one’s besides. They hadn’t even crossed my mind when you asked about restaurants. Our meeting like this has my mind a little out of whack. At least that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.”

I laughed and said, “I’ll buy you breakfast if you’re hungry or just a cup of coffee if you’re not. I haven’t talked to you in so long and I’m not really ready to let you get away so soon.”

“We’ll see each other at the reunion.” She said softly.

“I know but I might not get you alone to myself, there. I never forgot you, you were always on my mind from time to time and I too always wondered how it would have been with us.” I told her. The next thing I knew, she was back in my arms and we were kissing.

The door opened right behind us suddenly and we hurriedly moved apart. The bartender grinned and said, “Don’t mind me folks, I ain’t here. I ain’t seen a thing and I’m gone.” With that, he hurried across the parking lot, got into an old truck, and drove away.

We stood there grinning like a couple of school kids caught necking out behind the gym for several seconds, before Sandy said, “I think coffee would be a great idea but not at the truck stop. Why don’t you follow me home and I’ll make us a pot. Then we can relax, get comfortable, and talk all night if we want.”

The offer was tempting but I said, “I don’t know if that would be a good idea or not. We might just get a little to comfortable and do something we might regret later.”

She cocked her head to one side and looked at me, a smile slowly coming to her face. “Would you have any regrets?” She asked softly.

I shook my head, as I said, “None whatsoever but then again, I’m not the one who just lost a long time love.”

Still smiling, she told me, “I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself. Anyway, if something did happen, I don’t think I would have any regrets either. We dated all that time, long ago and nothing ever happened except for some heavy petting, if you remember. I think I can still trust you.”

I grinned and said, “Yeah I know, but can I trust you?”

She laughed and said, “Get in you car, follow me home, and find out.”

I was very familiar with the place where Sandy lived, it was one the old farmhouses that we had once talked about living in. It was only a few miles from the lake and sat well back off the main road on a dozen acres of land. As we got out of our cars at the side of the house, I said, “I see that you ended up with one of our houses. It looks like there’s been a lot of remodeling done to it also.”

As she was unlocking the back door she replied, “I just moved out here about five months ago. We lived in the same condominium for fifteen years near downtown. After he died, I found it harder and harder to stay there. I have a couple of young people working in the law office now and I just consult most of the time. This place came on the market and on a whim, I bought it. The remodeling was done by the last owners. It’s a little to big just for me but I love it out here in the country.” She sat her purse on the small breakfast table in the corner of the kitchen and then just stood there looking at me. After a moment she said, “I never forgot you either. Once when my husband and I were having some bad problems, I tried to find you. I spent one whole afternoon driving up and down through the subdivision where your mom lived. I thought I remembered where it was, but I could never be sure, so I ended up going home and patching things up. When I saw this place for sale and came to look at it, I almost didn’t buy it. I remembered it was one of the places we talked about and I felt like I was doing you wrong again. Then I wondered if it was an omen of some sort.” She paused to laugh and then added, “I guess, I was just being silly and looking for an excuse to stay where I was, change is so very hard.”

“Yes it is.” I said and smiled at her. “I’ve made a lot of changes of one sort or another in my lifetime. Some were large and some were small but none were really easy to make. Some were good for me and some were not.” I stopped talking and just stood there looking at her for a long moment. She tilted her head and gave me a questioning look. I smiled and told her, “Don’t mind me, I’m just running off at the mouth because I’m nervous. I need to shut up and relax.”

She smiled her crooked smile at me and then laughed, “I thought I was the only one nervous here. Maybe I should make that coffee now.”

She started to turn away from me but I caught her arm and turned her back so I could take her in my arms and kiss her. She didn’t pull back or even hold back, the kiss was a barnburner, even more scorching than some of the ones we shared back in high school.

It was a while before we came up for air and just stood there looking in each other’s eyes. After a moment, we both took a deep breath and smiled at each other. She turned and walked over to the counter to make the coffee, I leaned on the door of the refrigerator. With her back to me, she said softly, “I haven’t been kissed like that in a long, long time. I’d almost forgotten what it was like.” She turned toward me quickly and went on, “I should kick your ass out that door and lock it.” I nodded, understanding what she meant. She looked at me for a second more and then turned back to the counter. “I won’t though, I’m going to finish make this coffee, and then we’ll go into the living room and sit on the couch and talk. When the coffee is ready, I’ll serve us some of it and we’ll talk some more. By the time we are finished with the coffee, maybe I’ll have my courage up enough to do what I really want to do.”

By the time Sandy turned around, I was half way to the back door. “Where are you going?” She asked hastily.

I stopped at the door and looked back at her. “I’m going back to my motel. If we still feel this way tomorrow after a day at the reunion, then we’ll take up where we left off tonight. I don’t want us to do anything that is not in both our best interest. I still love you and always have, but right now, I don’t want to mess up. I think you understand, or at least I hope you do. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She smiled and nodded her head, “Thank you.” She said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I kicked my own ass, all the time I was driving back to the motel. I took a quick shower, colder than my norm and piled into the bed. I was a long time going to sleep, as my mind went back over everything we had and hadn’t said earlier and it played tag with memories from our high school days together. I can’t remember if I was still tripping down memory lane or dreaming about the first time I touched Sandy’s breasts but I woke up to the wake up call with a raging hard on. I took another cool shower and got ready for the day.

I was eating breakfast in the motel café when someone walked up to my table and stood there. I looked up to find Sandy standing there smiling down at me. “I hope you’re happy.” She said and sat down in the booth across from me. “I had one hell of a time going to sleep; I was wandering down memory lane until almost daylight. When I did sleep, all I did was dream of you.”

I looked at her and blinked a couple of times, before I said, “You should have taken a cold shower, that’s what I did. It didn’t help a bit but it sounded good.”

She laughed and shook her head, “You to huh, that makes me feel a little better.” She glanced down at my half full plate, “Am I running too late to have time to eat?” She asked.

I looked at the clock on the far wall and answered, “We have plenty of time.” I laid my fork down, smiling as I took her hands, and added, “We have all the time in the world. What would you like?”

She grinned and then lowered her eyes, “Damn, that’s a loaded question, if I ever heard one. I think I’ll start with the breakfast special and then see what the rest of the day brings.”

I asked her, “The restaurants breakfast special or mine?”

She laughed and shook her head, “You’re an incorrigible, dirty old man, and a terrible tease.” She shook her head again and grinned, “You know the funny part is that I like it and I’m tempted to take you up on that offer. I wonder what that says about me.”

With a deadpan look, I asked, “What’s the female equivalent to a dirty of man?” She laughed so hard that I thought she would slide out of her seat.

She was still chuckling when the waitress showed up to take her order. The girl looked at Sandy like she was crazy for a second and then grinned. After a moment she asked, “What would you like? I can recommend the breakfast special.” Sandy looked at her for a second and then lost it totally again. I could see in the waitress’s face that she really thought Sandy was crazy this time.

I chuckled and told her, “That will be fine, fry the eggs over easy, whole wheat toast and coffee. Don’t worry; I’ll be taking her back to the home after we finish eating.” The waitress look relieved and left to place the order. Sandy watched her leave, laughing harder than ever.

Sandy had it back under control by the time the waitress returned with the coffee. When she left, Sandy looked at me and said, “God, what that woman must think of me.”

“It’ll be alright when the swelling goes down.” I said and chuckled.

Sandy grinned and said, “Don’t get me started again; I almost peed in my pants last time. I think I need to visit the ladies room and see if I can pull myself together. I’ve already messed up my makeup as it is.”

I smiled and said, “I think you’re beautiful with or without makeup.” She smiled back at me and left for the restroom.

Her breakfast was on the table when she returned. I was about finished with mine, so I drank coffee while she ate and we talked. Most of our conversation was about the old days when we dated. Our respective trips down memory lane had brought back many things that had been misplaced over the years, memory wise.

As she finished eating, I said, “The only reason I had any interest in this reunion was to see you. I never was close to anyone I went to school with but you. I was to busy trying to make a living, going to school and trying to get that football scholarship. When I didn’t get the scholarship was one of the lowest points in my young life. Going in the Marines ended up being one of the best things in the world for me. It made me grow up and took the chip off my shoulder. Nam, damn near killed me but that helped me grew up even more.” I paused a moment to get my thoughts together as I realized I was rambling. “What I’m getting at is; I’m not to sure about going to this reunion thing. I’d feel out of place and ill at easy, the same way I felt most of the time in high school.”

Sandy watched me over the top of her coffee cup for a moment before she smiled and replied, “You’re not the same person you were back then. I think you’ll be surprise by how many people remember you. A lot of the kids looked up to you and respected you back then, even if you didn’t realize it. Several people asked me about you at the other reunion I attended.”

I chuckled and said, “Respected me? Most of the kids thought I was just another hood and were afraid of me.”

She shook her head and smiled. “That’s not true. You had been on your own since you were thirteen and held down two jobs plus going to school. Most of the kids knew that and respected you for it. Yes, you were rough, short tempered actually, but you never started a fight that I know of. You just made damn sure that you finished it and that the other person never forgot it. When you went out for football and became one of our best players, everyone was rooting for you to get that scholarship. I bet you didn’t know that either. You may not remember many people from high school but they remember you.”

I sat there looking at Sandy for several minutes as I turned over what she had said in my mind. Was she right? Probably. She was more attuned to people back then than I was. I had had more on my mind; people were the least of my worries. School hadn’t been a social thing with me; it had been just another job. A thing I had to do if I wanted to get ahead in life. Football was the same way, a stepping-stone to college. I may have graduated at sixteen but I hadn’t been a kid in any way, shape, or form for three years. My social skills were slim and none back then.

The waitress brought more coffee but Sandy had had enough and I figured it was time to go meet the ghosts from my past. “Ok, you talked me into it. Well, actually, you let me talk me into it. You were always pretty good at that.” I said to Sandy when the waitress left.

She smiled and stood up. “You always had the right answers if you just stopped long enough to think about it. I just gave you the time and the reason to think.” She replied with a grin.

I chuckled as I stood up and then I took her hand as we walked to the cashier to pay the bill.

We arrived at the school just after nine and went to the auditorium where everyone was to meet. We spent the next three hours wandering around talking to people. I was surprised at how many of these people I did know, although it took a little prompting at times before my brain matched up a nametag or a face with a person. There was close to a hundred people there, which I guess isn’t bad since there was only two hundred plus of us to start with.

When lunchtime came, Sandy rode with me as we ended up going out with about a dozen other people to the old Lakeside Inn. I hadn’t been there since my junior year of high school. It had been on a date with a cheerleader that hadn’t even known my name until I started playing football. We had beaten our cross-town rivals, I had scored the winning touchdown, and she had asked me out. I had thought it was a joke at first because I wasn’t one of the snobby in-crowd that she normally associated with. I had except the date more as a challenge than as a social function. That’s just the way I took everything in my life back then.

When I mentioned that date to Sandy, she laughed and said, “Yeah, I remember that. You scared the hell out of that girl and the fact that she dated you, scared the hell out of me. That’s when I decided that we needed to be something other than just friends. First of all because I realized what you meant to me and secondly, so I could tame you down and teach you some people skills.”

I chuckled at that and said, “Boy, did I ever need that.”

“Yes, you did.” Sandy said with a chuckle of her own. “Did you really take her parking and tell her to put out or get out?”

I laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I sure did. I thought her dating me was a big joke. You know, the in-crowds way of placating the new football hero. You know me; a good offense is the best defense.”

“Well, you offended her alright. The funny thing is, she waited for you to ask her out again, but you never did. If you had, I think she would have been all over you like a wet blanket. You intrigued the hell out of that whole bunch of girls that ran around together. They had never met anyone like you.” Sandy replied with a grin.

I chuckled and shook my head. “Well, I’ll be damned. It never crossed my mind that she would even speak to me again, much less go out with me. Boy, talk about your dummies, I didn’t know a thing about women back then.”

Sandy nodded and said, “I never could figure that out, you were overly aggressive towards males and totally non aggressive towards women. I thought I was going to have to mug you, to get you to kiss me that first time. When you did kiss me, then I finally realized that you didn’t know very much about it. That was a big shock; I had always pictured you as somewhat of a ladies man.”

I was pulling into the restaurant parking lot as I chuckled and replied, “Who me? No way, women scared the hell out of me. I knew I liked women but I didn’t have a clue how to proceed without offending them; I was basically very shy.”

“So I found out.” Sandy said softly. “I kept waiting for you to make your move, and when you didn’t, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. I started to get forward with you a couple of time, just to give you a hint.”

I shook my head as I shut off the motor. “That wouldn’t have been a good idea; or maybe it would have. Anyway, I wasn’t a virgin and you weren’t the first girl I had dated. I knew a good bit about sex and had had a little experience; I just didn’t have the nerve or the knowledge to initiate it.” I told her. We sat there looking at each other for a moment or two before she grinned her crooked grin and then laughed. “Yeah, I know, I was pathetic back then.” I said with a chuckle.

“That’s not it; I was laughing at me and our comedy of errors. I wanted us to make love so much but my upbringing wouldn’t let me make the first move. That night you touched my breasts for the first time I thought I would explode. When you didn’t go on from there, I wanted to scream. You didn’t understand me and I didn’t understand you. Talk about your total screw ups.” She said before she leaned over to kiss me softly.

The kiss went on for a minute or so and would have gone on longer, but a tapping at my window broke us apart. One of the women in our lunch group was standing beside the truck. I rolled the window down and she asked with a grin, “Are you two going to have lunch or sit out here and neck?”

I laughed and answered, “We haven’t decided yet.” The woman laughed and shook her head as she walked towards the restaurant. I turned to Sandy and asked, “Well, what are we going to do? We could continue with our necking, or go to my Motel room…” I let the sentence trail off.

“We could go to my house.” Sandy said softly.

“Yeah, we could.” I replied.

Sandy sighed deeply and then said, “Yeah, we could but people would talk and…” She let that sentence trail off.

I chuckled and nodded, “So, let’s go have lunch. We have already decided to take it slow today and then see how things stand.”

Sandy laughed and replied, “Standing has nothing to do with it; my mind is definitely in a horizontal position.”

“Mine too.” I said as I opened the door of the truck and got out.

Lunch was fun and so was most of the rest of the afternoon. I even met the girl I had taken to the Lakeside Inn, along with her husband. She had been tall, curvy, and very athletic during high school, a cheerleader and prom queen. Now she was tall, very heavy set and married to a short, fat, bald guy by the name of Skippy. So much for the in-crowd, I’m glad I stuck with my own type people.

There was to be a dance that night, so Sandy and I had an early light supper at a steak house downtown. I dropped her off at her car so she could go home and change. As she got out of my truck, she grinned and said, “Why don’t you give me about an hour and a half and then come pick me up. I don’t see any reason for us to be running around in two cars, do you?”

“Nope, I don’t see any reason at all. I’ll be there with bells on.” I said with a grin.

“You’d better wear more than that or we won’t make it to the dance and if we did, you’d cause a riot among the female members of our class.” She paused to laugh and then added, “Ok, I’ll see you later.” She blew me an air kiss and headed for her car.

I headed back to my motel wondering what I was going to wear. I hadn’t even thought of a dance or anything really formal when I packed to come up here. I’d better call Sandy and see what the appropriate attire would be for the dance.

I arrived about ten minutes late to pick up Sandy. My black cowboy boots looked pretty bad so I stopped by the truck stop and got them shined. I ended up wearing my pigskin western cut coat with a western shirt and freshly pressed levies. It was the best I could do on such short notice. I had my Stetson in the truck but thought it was a little too much.

Sandy opened the door wearing what women call a simple, basic little black dress. Now I know why. She looked simple gorgeous in it and it basically showed off her figure to the max. A small heart shaped locket and a simple gold watch were the extent of her jewelry. Anything else would have been overkill.

When I told her how great she looked, she grinned and replied, “Well, thank you sir. You don’t look half bad yourself.” She looked me up and down, back and front, and then asked, “Where’d you hide the bells, I don’t see them.”

I chuckled and replied, “I forgot all about them in the rush to find something to wear.”

She grinned again and said, “In that case, I’ll just have to hold on to you, so I don’t lose you.”

“You won’t have to worry about me getting lost, I’ll be holding onto you for dear life. That is, when I not fighting off the amorous advances of a bunch of dirty old men.” I replied with a grin of my own. “Shall we go?”

“This reminds me of our senior prom.” She said as she picked up a small black handbag from the table next to the door.

As we went out the door I said, “Nope. You ain’t got nearly as much hair as you did then and I ain’t wearing a cheap rental tuxedo. You were pretty back then but you’re a knock out now.”

Sandy chuckled and said, “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

The dance was held at a local reception center and we were fashionably late. I will say that we turned a lot of heads, at least Sandy did; and no one laughed at me, so I felt better. I also felt better when I saw that I wasn’t the only one dressed like a dude rancher. We were told by several people that we made a cute couple, so I guess word about our necking in the parking lot of the restaurant had gotten around. On the other hand, it could have been the fact that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Either I had my arm around her or she had hers around me. After the usual round of introductions, we found the bar and then a table to sit at.

Sandy was pleased to find out that I had learned to dance and took full advantage of it. Me, I just enjoyed holding her in my arms as we moved around the dance floor. I was quite rusty as we started out but it quickly came back to me. As the night progressed, we danced most of the dances together but every so often, we would end up dancing with other people. On these occasions, I found myself watching Sandy with a smile on my face.

Around midnight, the couple that was doing the D.J. duties, decided to turn the musical clock back to the early sixties. Most of it was the old rock, which I hadn’t cared much for back then and cared even less for now. Sandy and I danced a couple of the fast songs, laughing as we tried to remember the old dances. We sat out the next two songs and then they played the last song we had danced to at our senior prom. I know it was Floyd Cramer and I think the name of it is Last Dance. I do know we were on our feet and on the dance floor along with nearly everyone else there.

Sandy snuggled up to me as we danced with her head against my chest. After a moment, she sighed deeply and looked up at me smiling. “This brings back a lot of memories, good ones at that. Do you remember where we went after this dance was over?”

“We went parking out at the overlook. Us and about a hundred other couples; they needed a traffic cop out there that night.” I grinned and added in a whisper, “That was the night I first touched your breasts.”

She grinned back at me and nodded. “Shall we go see if the overlook is still there? They redid the highway along this side of the lake about ten years ago and put a new cut off in. I haven’t been out the lakeside road since they did that.”

“There’s one way to find out.” I said. She grinned and snuggled back up to me.

When the dance ended, we made our goodbyes and headed for my truck, holding hand and grinning at each other like a couple of school kids. I remember us as being the same way, back then. Only I wasn’t nearly as nervous now as I was then. Excited, yes, but not nervous.

When we got into the truck, Sandy slid over and cuddled up next to me. I started the truck and slipped my right arm around her shoulders. As we pulled out of the parking lot, Sandy chuckled and said, “Your old car had a four speed on the floor, so you never did put you arm around me. Your hand usually ended up on my knee and stayed there, which frustrated the hell out of me. I kept hoping it would slide up along my thigh but it never did. For a good girl, I sure had some bad thoughts back then.”

“You don’t know how many times I started to do just that. I didn’t want to offend you though, so I never did. I never could tell that you wanted me to. If I had…” I let the sentence hang as I grinned over at her.

She grinned back at me and said, “Yeah, that’s a good question. What if you had? I’m not sure about that one myself. I don’t think we would have went all the way, as we used to say, but I think it would have cemented our relationship stronger. Part of my problem was that I didn’t know how serious about us, you were. Oh, we talked about the future and everything but I never was sure of your true feelings.”

I squeezed her shoulder and said, “Yeah, I know, I was a mess back then. To tell the truth, I was never sure about my feelings. I know, I loved you but I didn’t understand how to convey that to you. I was to busy making a living and trying to make a future for myself to do much else. Being on my own didn’t help any. I never had anyone to talk to except you and on some subjects, I couldn’t even talk to you. I was between a rock and a hard place. We did talk about our future together but I should have talked to you about our present. I just couldn’t find the words or get past my shyness and my up bringing.”

Sandy smiled up at me and patted my thigh, where her hand had been laying. “I understand that now but it took me a long time to figure it out. I just kept wondering what it would have been like if one of us had spoken up. That’s all it would have taken to keep us together.”

I made the turn onto the lakeside drive and found a completely new road than the one that had been here back in our high school days. It was wider and had been straightened out in places. The old overlook was still there but it was much closer to the road and smaller than it had been. “Boy, has this place changed.” I said as I turned into the parking area and came to a stop near the old iron railing. I killed the lights and shut off the motor and we sat there in silence for several minutes, just looking out across the lake. We were about forty feet above the lake, with an unobstructed view of it for about one hundred and eighty degrees. There had been a couple of old moss covered cypress trees growing at the base of the drop when we were kids; their upper branches had been about level with where we were. With them gone, there was a more sweeping and panoramic view now.

“Even with the old trees gone, this is still a beautiful and peaceful place.” I said softly. “I always loved it here. Whenever I needed to relax and get my head back together, this was one of the places I went to.”

Sandy moved away from me and turned around in the seat, so she was facing me with her legs up on the seat, her knees toward the seat back. She moved back over and ended up kissing me, my left arm under her right side and on her back, supporting her upper body. Her left hand was at the back of my head and her right arm was under my left and on my shoulder. I remembered that this was the position we had made out in all those years ago. My right hand wandered over her hip and up across her back pulling her tighter to me, as I gave my full attention to the kiss.

After a minute or so, Sandy broke the kiss and leaned back against the steering wheel, whispering, “Damn, that was a kiss and a half. I loved kissing you back then; you were always so sweet and tender. Now, I have to say, you are a much better kisser, you’re still sweet and tender but there’s a command and authority in it now.”

I smiled as I pulled her back to me and picked up the kiss from where we had left off. After a moment, I heard and felt a murmur of pleasure come from deep in her chest. My hand had been stroking her back and now I let it wander lower to caress and then squeeze her left butt cheek. She murmured again and gave a little shiver as I did. I realized as my hand caressed her ass through the dress that she didn’t have anything on under it. I let my hand wander lower down the back of her thigh until it encountered her warm skin covered with nylon. I moved my hand as far down along her silky leg as I could reach and then caressed her body up along the side of her thigh, hip, and side, until I was back to her upper back. I stroked her body along this same route slowly and with varying grades of pressure, the murmur was turning into a soft moan and a shivering shudder ran up and down her body from time to time. Her hand was tightening on the back of my head and our tongues were dueling fiercely.

After a while, I stopped my hand on her hip and gently broke the kiss. Sandy sighed deeply and laid her head on my shoulder, her eyes still shut. She took a deep breath, let it out in a long soft sigh, and then whispered, “If you had kissed and petted me like that the last time we were here, I would have ended up pregnant and said the hell with college.” She took another deep breath and opened her eyes. She smiled up at me and added, “I hate to tell you, but you’ve got one horny old woman in your arms right now, that doesn’t have to worry about getting pregnant anymore.”

“You’re not old darling; let me assure you of that. There’s a warm, beautiful, loving, woman under that dress that I plan to make long, slow, passionate love to. It’s not going to happen here in the seat of this truck though. I’m too old for that type of contortions, when I’ve got a nice comfortable bed not five miles from here.” I said with a big grin.

Sandy said, “We haven’t left yet!” and started to sit up.

I held her where she was at and chuckled, “Nope. I’m not through necking with you and getting us both so turned on, that we’ll explode when we do make love.” I pulled her closer to me, brought my hand up to cup, and then gently squeeze her left breast. “Anyway, I’ve got some exploring to do and this is just the place for it. It’s something I should have done the last time we were here.”

Sandy kissed me hungrily as I reached back and slowly lowered the zipper in the back of her dress. She moaned softly as my hand caressed the warm soft skin of her bare back. When my hand encountered the strap to her bra, it took only a second for me to undo the hooks. Now, I could run my hand over her bare back from her shoulders to the base of her spine without any interruptions. The first time I did, she shivered all over.

Ever so often, my hand would wander up to run across her bra covered left breast and then move back down to where it had been. The fourth or fifth time I did this; I pushed the bra cup up and ran my hand across the warm skin of her full breast. I could feel her rock hard nipple graze across the palm of my hand. She moaned loudly and arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly to my hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze and then massaged it slowly. Sandy’s moan became a soft whimper as a strong shiver ran up and down her body and she shifted one knee up and the other down.

She broke our kiss and laid her head on my shoulder as she once again shifted her knees. I moved my hand and slowly brushed my palm over her hard nipple in small circles. The whimper grew louder for a second before she took her hand from my shoulder and stopped my hand, holding it tightly against her breast. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After a moment, she whispered, “If you had done that the last time we were here….” She let the sentence trail off. She took another deep breath and sighed deeply. I moved my hand to her back and hugged her tightly to me.

A little later, she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. We kissed gently for a few seconds and then she chuckled. I wasn’t sure what was funny so I asked, “What?”

She grinned and replied, “That orgasm has been thirty years getting here.”

I laughed and said, “What are you talking about?”

“The last time we were here, I was right on the edge of cumming when you suddenly took your hand off my breast, if you had touched my hip, thigh, butt, anywhere but my back, I would have exploded. You didn’t though, you moved your hand to my back, and I didn’t quite get there. Tonight, I was so turned on that I was already cumming when you moved your hand off my breast but this time you went back to teasing my nipple and I came even harder.” She said in a soft shy voice.

I moved my hand down and placed it on her thigh, just below the hem of her dress. Slowly and deliberately, I moved my hand up, sliding it along her soft smooth skin under the dress. My hand wandered over her ass cheeks for a moment before cupping one and giving it a gentle squeeze. As my hand moved, a soft purring sound came from deep in her chest. As I gave her ass a squeeze, she was kissing me again; only this time there was nothing gentle about it. It was a wanton, passionate, demand filled kiss, that I returned three fold. My hand explored on it’s own as my brain was locked into the kiss.

Sandy moaning loudly and breaking the kiss brought me back to my senses. She pushed away from me and sat up. My hand, which had been teasing her sex from the back, was now on her thigh and she looked at me with a wild look in her eyes as she sat there breathing hard. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “If you don’t take me home right now, I’m going to rape you right here, so help me.” She said in a husky voice.

I grinned at her and started the truck. She chuckled as she turned around on the seat. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve been this hot in my life. I’ve had two orgasms already and I’m right on the verge of a third.”

I backed the truck up and then pulled out onto the highway. As I did, I let my hand drop to rest on her bare thigh above her stockings. Slowly I caressed her inner thigh, letting my fingers move closer and closer to her sex. She took a sharp breath as my fingertips brushed her mound. Looking into my face, she smiled her crooked smile, and then she shifted her body to face slightly toward me, her left knee coming up onto the seat. When my fingertips ran slowly and lightly, up and down her outer lips, she took another sharp breath and moved back to lean against the passenger door. Her left knee came up and she rested it against the seat back, as the right one moved closer to the dash. Her legs were spread wide apart and for the first time I got a look at her sex. Thirty-five years is all that it had taken me. I grinned at that thought as I slowly caressed her sex once more and then ran my hand up along the inside of her raised thigh, to rest it on her knee.

Her eyes had been closed, now they opened, and she looked at me questioningly. I grinned at her and let my hand wander lightly back down the inner thigh to brush against her sex. She took a long shuddering breath as my fingers traced her wetness, down her slit to the source. When I used the tip of one finger to explore the outside edge of her opening, she whimpered and slipped down on the seat a little. I slowly moved the hand back up along her thigh to her knee.

She groaned softly as she watched the hand move away from her sex. “God, you’re driving me crazy.” She said in a whisper. My hand moved down along her thigh and then back up to her knee without touching her sex. She took a sharp breath as my fingers neared her sex and she groaned softly as it headed back upward. “You’re going to tease me all the way to the motel aren’t you?” She asked with a hint of a chuckle in her voice.

I shook my head and replied, “Nope, I’m going to tease you all the way to your house.” I let my fingers drift slowly down along her inner thigh, until I could brush the backs of my fingers across her mound and outer lips. She whimpered softly and lifted her ass, trying to get me to touch her more firmly.

When I moved my hand back to her knee, she shivered and said, “I’ll never make my house and if I do, you’ll never make it inside.”

I hadn’t gone back the way we had come out to the lake, I took a side road through the edge of town, and now I turned to take the back road to her house. I didn’t know if she remembered this short cut or not. “Oh, you’ll make it to the driveway anyway. After that, I have other plans.” I told her with a big grin.

She was going to say something but instead she took a sharp breath, as my fingertips traced a path once more down her thigh, across her mound, and out along the other inner thigh. I caressed her right inner thigh for a little while before I moved back to her mound and slowly drew circles on it with a fingertip. Her ass slowly lifted off the seat as she made a whimpering groaning sound deep in her chest.

I slowed the truck and made a turn using both hands on the steering wheel. Sandy groaned loudly, closed, and then opened her legs. In a minute or two, I made another turn and then another into her driveway. When I was about half way to the house, I stopped the truck and shut it off. Then, I turned and dived head first between her thighs.

When my tongue touched her slit, Sandy yelled and raised her feet up to the roof of the truck, her hands finding the back of my head. As my tongue worked slowly upward toward her clit, Sandy’s hips flexed and hunched against my face, the yell getting louder and louder. When I touched her clit, she froze and went silent for a second. Then her hips bucked up against my face hard enough to hurt my nose, as a deep whimpering whine started in her chest. I licked at the hard little bud and then I circled it with the tip of my tongue. Sandy’s ass was six inches off the seat and the whine was now a loud growl as she pulled my mouth tighter to her sex. Then she exploded into a withering, screaming orgasm. You can talk about your wild women all you want but this was the wildest I had ever seen anyone get as they came.

My tongue continued the circling of her clit until she seemed to peak and then I flicked it quickly several times. Off she went again, only this time she yelled, “Oh, my God! Oh, shit! Oh, yes….” The last word, long and drawn out as was her orgasm. She had a two fisted grip on my hair as she rode my face.

Suddenly, she was pushing at my head and I stopped flicking her clit and moved lower to lick at the flood running down the crease of her ass. As my tongue touched her there, she jerked and moaned deeply, “Please, please don’t. I can’t take any more; I’ll die. I’ll just die.”

I lifted my head and kissed her inner thighs several times on each side as I sat up. I grinned down at her as she lay there, all sprawled out as best she could on the seat of my truck. She was breathing raggedly and had her eyes closed. As she opened them and focused on me, I said, “No Dearest, that was the orgasm you should have had thirty years ago.” I grinned again, started the truck, and drove on to her house.

She chuckled huskily and nodded. “I could have probably handled it back then but I’m worn completely out right now. I might just have to sleep right here in this old truck. While I’m thinking about it, God, who taught you that? I’d like to shake her hand, whoever it was.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “I can’t say exactly who is responsible for my lesbian tendencies but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I said as I leaned over and licked at the inner thigh of her raised leg.

She gasped and reached for my head. I didn’t wait to see if she was going to push it away or pull it on down between her legs. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up to a sitting position. “Come on, sit up and I’ll help you into the house. Boy, a couple of little old orgasms and you think you’re dieing.”

“Two orgasms? Closer to a dozen; counting the ones at the lake and the sneaky ones that kept hitting me on the way home. Those last two, liked to have taken my head off, coming one on top of the other as they did.” She said and then grinned as I closed my door and came around the truck to her side.

As I opened the door, she turned and looked at me, a soft smile on her face. “Grab your purse, you have the keys.” I said softly.

When she did, I reached in and picked her up in my arms. “Put me down before you hurt yourself.” She said quickly.

“I’m fine, you just be still and find your key. You need to save your strength.” I said and chuckled.

She had her arms around my neck, as she looked at me funny. “Oh and why is that?” She asked.

“Because, when we get inside, I’m taking you upstairs and putting you in bed and I ain’t letting you out for the rest of the weekend. We’ve got thirty years to catch up on and that a minute ago was just the start.” I said and kissed her quickly on the lips.

I started toward the back door and she just looked at me for a second before a big grin spread across her face. “Neither one of us is going to live to see the next class reunion.” She said with a laugh as she dug in her small bag for the house key.