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Jackie was bored. Her job was boring and her life was boring and she had nothing to do at work because a holiday weekend was coming up and her coworkers had deserted the office like rats leaving a sinking ship.
She sat in front of her computer monitor and waited for the phone to ring. There had only been two calls—one from a salesman and one for the vice-president, like he was ever in the office! Jackie figured the customers were on vacation, too.
She was listening to music on myspace through the tinny computer speakers and typed a wrong key into the search field. A name popped up that she hadn’t seen in years—wasn’t she that science geek in high school? Jackie clicked on the link and the page loaded. Definitely the same nerd from her high school chemistry class. Looked like the bitch was some hotshot now. Pretty successful,
too, if the pictures of her SUV and boat were any indication.
Jackie decided to do a search on her other classmates. The one that sprang immediately to mind was Pat Walters. Just thinking his name took her back in time with a rush of nostalgia.
She typed his name. There were about a million Pat Walters listed, but on the fifth one she hit pay dirt. His picture popped up—taken on a beach somewhere. He was waving a hang loose sign at the camera—God, he looked hot! Much better than in high school and he had been gorgeous then. She’d had such a crush on him.
Jackie noted with surprise that the little online now! icon was lit. She quickly typed a message.
Hi Pat! This is your blast from the past. Jackie Wilson. Remember me? I was a complete freak in high school.
She added her personal email address and sent it. She waited hopefully and was happily surprised when an email appeared in her Inbox.
Jackie! Of course I remember you. We were all freaks back then, lol! Great to hear from you. Whassup?
I’m at work in Bumfuck, Kansas. Slow day. What are you doing these days?
Marketing. I live in Atlanta. I married Sharon Tomlinson. Remember her?
“Sharon the slut?” Jackie muttered, but refrained from typing the words. That little blond whore had snagged Pat Walters after all, the bitch.
Kids? she sent.
Two. You married. Kids?
Jackie sighed. It figured. Married with children. And still really fucking hot.
Married. No kids. Hey, remember that time at the concession stand? I was such an idiot. I missed my chance.
Lol, you were such a strait-laced good Catholic girl. I thought you were going to faint that day.
Jackie cringed, remembering the encounter. She had worked the concession stand after a basketball game with Pat and he had flirted with her all night and finally kissed her in the small storage room behind the stand. It had been Jackie’s first French kiss and she had been so excited—and terrified.
I was a total prude, thanks to my religion-Nazi parents. They always threatened to send me to Wyoming to stay with my Aunt if I ever got pregnant. Wyoming. Hell. What’s the difference? And now I live in Kansas, go figure. I made it to hell anyway.
Apparently you got over your fear of the male appendage, if you’re married.
Jackie flushed, still embarrassed twelve years later. After the kissing incident, Jackie couldn’t wait to see Pat again at the concession stand. She had worn a skimpy halter top under her modest sweater and then had daringly removed her bra before going to the concession stand. She had felt delightfully wicked at the thought of what her parents would say if they saw her.
Pat had been very attentive. After more kissing, his hands had slid under her shirt—she had been petrified, but it had felt so good. Pat had unzipped his pants and guided her hand down inside to feel his erect penis. She had been shocked and somewhat horrified. It had been velvet soft and twitched slightly in her hand. Jackie had tentatively stroked it.
Pat had shivered and made a strange moaning sound. He had pushed on the top of her head and told her to suck it. Jackie had freaked. Suck it? Like, with her mouth? She had completely panicked, backed away, and fled back to the safety of her sheltered upbringing.
Pat had started going out with Sharon the slut shortly after that. He no longer worked concessions, leaving Jackie with a thousand questions and burning envy.
I definitely got over that fear, lol, she sent. I could give you a blow job now that would make your eyes roll back into your head.
Damn! Sign me up for that! When will you be in Atlanta? LOL!
Shame on you. What would Sharon (the slut) think?
She wouldn’t give a fuck as long as I didn’t let our membership to the country club lapse.
Sounds like a great relationship.
What can I say? I tapped that barrel one too many times, I think. Besides, she’s really let herself go. You wouldn’t recognize her. How about you?
No, I look pretty much the same. Better haircut, but I can still fit into my high school clothes.
Damn, that turns me on. I always thought you were cute.
Do you look like that pic on your myspace page?
Yeah, that was taken last month in Florida
You’re still fucking hot. I’d do you right now if you were here, Jackie sent boldly.
I’m getting on a plane now, lol! What would your husband say?
We’re separated. He couldn’t compete with my sordid past. Let’s just say I abandoned my prudish ways when I got to college.
I’ll bet you did. Too bad I wasn’t there to enjoy it.
Maybe I’ll make it to Atlanta one day.
Email me if you do.
Jackie sat nervously in the bar of the Ritz hotel. Her fingers toyed with her glass, spinning it minutely with short twitches. It had been three weeks since she had first contacted Pat and she was still amazed at the odd circumstances that had brought her here.
Several coworkers had been sent to a conference in Atlanta—a last minute illness caused them to send Jackie as a substitute. She had mailed Pat and he had agreed to meet her. She half-expected him to cancel.
She was both relieved and apprehensive when he appeared in the doorway. He waved and smiled brightly. Wow, he looked great. Muscular, tan, sandy hair over those gorgeous blue eyes… She got up and gave him a quick hug.
“You look amazing,” he said.
“So do you,” she admitted.
They sat at the bar and ordered a drink. She glanced around nervously for her coworkers, but they had all gone out for dinner. She had stayed behind, pleading a headache.
“Want to take these drinks up to my room where it’s… quieter?” she asked. Pat grinned and nodded.
They made their way up the elevator and to her room. Pat wasted no time on small talk. He took her drink from her hands and set it on a table before turning and pulling her close.
He kissed her eagerly and she clung to him, thinking she should have done the same that night in the concession stand. Jackie fumbled with his belt, eager to show him just how much she had changed from that frightened girl in high school. She backed him to the edge of the bed and sat him down before tugging off his shoes and jeans. He wore sexy boxer-briefs in patterned blue.
She released his erect penis from confinement and stroked it gently. It was larger than she remembered. She took it into her mouth, sinking her lips all the way to the base of his shaft and sucking her way back to the tip, where she swirled her tongue around the tip.
Pat groaned and sucked in a breath as she near-swallowed it again while stroking his balls with her hands. She saw his fists clench on the edge of the bed as she continued her motion. Jackie had performed enough blow jobs in college to be a self-proclaimed expert. It wasn’t long before Pat cried and ejaculated his hot fluid into the back of her throat.
Jackie swallowed it easily and then licked and sucked him clean—a small service most men appreciated even while it surprised them. Pat was no exception.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding,” he exclaimed. “You have changed. He laughed.
“Satisfied?” she asked.
“Let me show you how satisfied I am,” he said and pulled her onto the bed. Pat made short work of the zipper on her dress and shimmied it off. He unhooked the clasp of her red lace bra and released her large breasts. Pat fastened his mouth on a nipple and flicked it with his tongue. He sucked it eagerly.
Jackie gasped and did so again when his hand slipped into her panties. His fingers entered her while his thumb stroked her clit. Jackie moaned and suddenly knew why Sharon the slut had put out so long ago. Pat knew what he was doing.
He tugged off her panties and his tongue replaced his fingers on her clit. She arched gleefully as it danced over the sensitive button. Jackie screamed aloud as she came and Pat penetrated her with his hard shaft before her shudders subsided.
Jackie orgasmed again as Pat hammered into her, levering her legs over his shoulders. Jackie met his thrusts eagerly, bracing her hands on the wooden headboard and pressing downward to feel every inch of him. His hands gripped her hips for better leverage as he fucked her like a pile driver.
Unbelievably, Jackie came again right before Pat stiffened and cried out, spasming. He collapsed on Jackie, who hugged him with a laugh.
“How long before Sharon yanks your leash?” she asked when he rolled off and grinned at her.
“A few hours, yet.”
“I think we can make good use of that time,” she said throatily.
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