It took him a while to spot her. In the shadows of the bonfire facial features were hard to identify, especially with that many people around.
Not to mention the ten years that had passed since he had last seen her. A person could change a lot in ten years. A whole lot.
But she hadn't.
As soon as she stepped out of the night shadows and closer to the security tape around the bonfire he instantly recognized her. The recent photos he had seen of her had not been touched up or exaggerated. She looked amazingly like she did in 1997. He had forgotten how tall she was. She was probably five nine.
Alan still wasn't about to make a fool of himself. He tapped the shoulder of a young boy standing close by.
"Who's the lady in the red sweat shirt and jeans over there?"
The kid looked and replied.
"Are you talking about Mrs. Spencer?"
"O-o-o-h-h-h, that's right. Mrs. Spencer" Alan tried to pass it off as if it just hit him.
"Pretty damned hot to be forty, huh?" The little punk obviously had more than a passing interest.
"She's gorgeous. She taught me more than ten years ago." She was thirty-eight but Alan wasn't going to bring it up. He just wanted positive identification.
There wasn't a lot of time to waste. Making sure the kid wasn't paying any attention he slipped through the crowd to "bump" into her.
It was the last Thursday night in October and the big bonfire was part of the rituals of high school homecoming in the little town. Alan's class was being honored at its tenth anniversary. He had seen a few of his old classmates but wanted to avoid them for a while. He had no real interest in them. At the moment he was on a mission and her name was Karen Spencer.
He had identified her. Now he had to introduce himself. He had mentally practiced it, rehearsed it. He wanted to be suave, not the bumpkin he was when he left years ago.
Karen took one look at Alan as he approached and immediately recognized him. She had seen the list of ex students that had responded to the homecoming invitations and knew he was on it. She couldn't quite understand the intimate air of excitement that she had been experiencing since seeing his name but it was definitely there.
And now, so was he. And was he ever! After ten years he had matured from being just a teenage athletic "hunk" to a really attractive man.
Zing! There it was, right between her legs. Even after ten years the thoughts of him still caused it. The fact that for years her husband loved to cultivate and tease her with erotic thoughts about Alan didn't help to quell it.
She wanted to act surprised to see him, to be really clever or something. So she laughed, looked about and then said in a low voice, "You want your camera back, Alan? I still have it. I'm afraid the batteries are dead."
Once she said it she felt really stupid! How ridiculous! She was acting like a teenager.
Not to mention the batteries weren't dead, not as many times as she had changed them!
Alan cringed. So much for her not recognizing him. At the very end of his senior year two of his best friends had talked him into hiding a camera on some boxes under her desk one day when she was wearing a really short skirt. The little camera was digital, remotely operated and should have silently gone off without a hitch.
One dropped ballpoint pen ended that. Karen never once said a word, choosing to ignore it at the time and then calmly confiscated the camera after the class was over. Not once did she ever mention it the rest of that year and he certainly wasn't about to ask for it.
"How did you know?" Alan sheepishly asked. So much for being suave.
Karen laughed. She loved his discomfort. It helped shake her personal jitters.
"Kids talk, Alan. Kids talk."
She was lying. Nobody had ever said a word. But for all his abilities in the classroom and on the athletic field back then she had known that Alan was still a big trickster, bordering on troublemaker.
Besides, his obvious attention to her his senior year couldn't be dismissed. That he was infatuated by the young teacher was extremely transparent to her. That wasn't new. It was quite common for a kid to have a crush on a teacher, especially a young beautiful one.
That she strongly returned the interest had to be cleverly and totally disguised. Although she had been a newlywed at the time she still couldn't ignore his lavish attention to her because he was a good-looking guy, student or not. The evening after she had confiscated his camera she secretly strolled through the digital photos that had been taken. Of the thirty two pictures on the camera not only were there eight very explicit photos of her open crotch but also several pictures of Alan and his friends that had not been cleared before the prank. It was obvious who owned the camera.
There had also been over a dozen more candid shots of her that made Karen's senses tingle in a place that they should not ... especially for a new bride. Alan definitely had more than a mild interest in her! Almost all the other snapshots had caught her in impromptu poses where she was displaying an abundant amount of breasts and legs.
Karen remembered that, at the time, she had smirked. It was too bad for him that his little scheme hadn't worked. She hadn't been wearing a stitch under that short skirt that day and in the eight photos taken under her desk her exposed pussy was very obvious albeit dimly lit. When she had put the camera aside that night ten years before she couldn't explain her shaking hands.
Maybe it was his obvious attention to her back then ... maybe it was his many attempts to photograph her. Whatever it was, he was the one student that she couldn't seem to forget even long after they had graduated. And her thoughts about him weren't always those appropriate for a married woman, teacher or not.
And now he was here. She wondered what really brought him back.
Alan shifted from foot to foot in the firelight. God, she was beautiful! The short cropped dark hair and perfect body was a reminder that she was a physical education teacher. Fifteen years of chasing teenagers on a playing field all day had kept her in shape.
Karen broke the awkward silence.
"Where has life taken you, Alan? The last I saw of you I believe you were college bound to Florida." She knew damned well where he had gone.
Alan thankfully took her lead. Yes, a football scholarship at a small school had produced a degree but no pro ball aspects. He had quickly found he was much smarter than he was fast. Married four years now, no children, work and live in Miami in the sporting goods industry.
Still married to Roger, the same Roger Spencer that coached him way back then. Roger was the head football coach now.
Nope, no kids here, either. Just never happened. Too late now.
Alan nodded and carefully watched what he said. He already knew all of this information and knew it would be very easy to give him away. He had to bite his tongue. He really wanted to blurt out, "How's your sex life?"
She could have answered, "You wouldn't believe me."
He would have said, "Yes, I think I do."
It was a good time for an intervention. Suddenly there were faces everywhere, smiling people from years past. It became a jumble of words, names, places.
Alan was as swallowed up as she. Then, noisy dispersal with the acknowledgements that they would all see each other at the game Friday night and again at the Homecoming dance Saturday night.
As they all left toward their cars Karen purposely slowed, allowing Alan to stay at her side. Some small chat, nothing major.
She was at her car. He hesitated as she got in, said good-bye and then he walked away. Was he missing an opportunity here?
A voice came out of her opened window.
"I looked." Very softly spoken.
She laughed as she drove away. It was evil of her but he had reacted like a little boy when she first mentioned it an hour ago. She had gained confidence through his obvious embarrassment.
He blushed. She could have only meant one thing.
The photos in the camera!
Alan drove around the small town. There was no nightlife here and his room in a motel twenty miles away was not exactly a beacon for an early night. He tried to remember things and places. He finally gave up the façade. He knew exactly where he was going and why.
One slow pass and he could see her car in the driveway. These little towns never changed. Everybody still lived where they did ten years before. He parked his car down the street in a dark parking spot and slipped back in the darkness. Old habits came forward, old tendencies. This wasn't his first visual forage at their expense.
Ten years before in his youth, Alan had occasionally slipped around to the back of their small home and watched her. Them, really. Hidden in the darkness he had probably watched them a dozen times back then, mostly just watching as they got undressed. However, twice he caught them making love with the lights on. It was a wonder his young heart had survived it!
Tonight was no different. A blast from the past provided by a window not quite curtained all the way and soft voices barely filtering through the glass panes.
Karen undressed slowly. What a body! The few pounds she had put on over the years had made her voluptuous, not fat!
Alan let himself believe it was a show she was putting on just for him. Then Roger walked in.
"See anybody tonight?" He asked casually. He had been tied up in a coach's meeting.
"Yeah, lots of the older kids."
.... There is more of this story ...