Chapter 1: Reunion

Jackie:

"You can't go, Jackie. You're a married woman! George is a married man! You have to get over this, the two of you. You know better than go and meet him!"

"I know, I know. I know all that, Mom, but it won't do any harm. We both know we are married, God, do we both know that. He found out from your son that I was home, you know!" My brother Bill still lives in town and he keeps telling me that my old boyfriend George keeps asking about me, even though he has been married for 15 years and I have been married for ten years! It was one of those first loves after puberty things. I suppose that's why it hurt so much when he got Lorna pregnant, dating her behind my back, and then had to marry her. That's what people did back then, you know.

"Mom, you know I am going. You will take care of the kids, won't you. I'll just be around the corner in the car park by the mall. OK?"

She disapproved, but, she couldn't very well leave the kids, could she? And so I met George, sitting in his car in front of the drug store.

"You look just like you did back then, Jackie. Still beautiful. Maybe better. Still big up front." He laughed at that.

He still looked like a hunk to me too. He behaved himself for a few minutes while we sat staring at each other, each tripping over remembered things.

"Remember your old man wouldn't let us go out? And you would tell him you were staying at Judy's house? And then you'd go out and neck with me?" He turned toward me and pointed his knee across the seat at me.

"Yes, and the windows steamed up, just like they are now." I laughed. God, I was how old? I think only 15 when you taught me to kiss. I mean really kiss, French kisses. It was so exciting, do you remember?"

"Yes, you had the longest tongue I ever tasted, Jack, you were a quick learner. I couldn't find out who was teaching who. And your nipples would almost bore holes in my shirt?"

"George! That's a lie!" I laughed anyway, it was probably true. "And going to the drive in for hamburgers? My Dad didn't want me going there either!"

"The necking was my favorite, though. And yours too, if you weren't would tell the truth. God you were a great necker! Remember, we'd go way in the back of the park where it was dark. You'd snuggle up in my arms and my hands would be under your blouse in about ten seconds. God those were the most thrilling breasts I ever..."

"Yes, those were the days! Remember Tom Jones would be singing 'I'll Never Fall In Love Again' and you'd sing the words along with him? I was crazy for Tom Jones!"

"right, and then Acquarius would come on and you'd want to get out of the car and dance? I had such a hard on I couldn't stand up, let alone dance. I'd just stand there and watch your sweet virginal body swing and sway in the moonlight." He laughed out loud at that.

"And then the beetles would come on. I loved them and you hated them. Remember?"

"Goddam bunch of twinks!" he smiled, remembering exactly how he would try to put them down to me.

I remembered the other stuff too. My virginal body pressed close to the hard body of the town football hero.

"My dad would have killed you, you know."

"Yeah, that's what he told me. Told my dad, too. Said if I touched you he was going to break every bone in my body. You wouldn't believe it but we are friends now. I see him every so often. Still as big and loud as ever, though."

George reached for my hand. I thought that was OK. So we sat holding hands. After all, Chad frequently wanted me to talk about my necking with George. It turned him on. He would approve of holding hands, probably, I told myself. He would even say we should do it just once, to get each other out of our systems. He's crazy that way.

"George, I have to get going soon, Mom's got the kids, and I can't stay long. How are your kids? And Laura, how's Laura?"

"Oh, we're OK, I guess. Yeah the three boys are fine. Hear you have three too?"

"Why did you do it George? Why did you go and get her pregnant and screw things up?" We might have had something good, you know. You rat, why did you do that? I'm just teasing you, you know? We have both moved on and have families. No use crying over spilled milk. But I was sure mad at you then."

George looked away, and didn't answer right away. "It was a mistake. But maybe it wouldn't have worked out anyway, Jack, you know."

"The good father told you not to do things like that, you know." I laughed. "But could you keep it in your pants? Noooooooooo!" We were smiling ruefully together now.

"And who sent me home from every date with lover's balls, miss goody two shoes."

"Well, I might have been going to be a nun! Instead of having a flock of kids, I mean." I countered. "Besides, that was no excuse."

"Laura didn't have your will power, Jack?" he smiled that crooked, winning smile, and then pulled me toward him. Our lips were inches apart.

"George, you know we can't."

"Where have I heard that line before?" he grinned. "Just one? No tongue?"

"Where did I hear that line before?" I laughed, and pecked his lips in a kiss. "And, I was always willing for kissing, and a little more. What was wrong with that?

"Yes, you were wonderful, right up until I wanted to the real thing. That's true. God but we were good. Remember the first time I made you touch it?"

He had my blouse open and his hand inside my bra at the time. He had pulled me over until I was half lying on the seat, and he put my arm on his leg. "I slipped, I said." I knew my face reddened a bit even now.

"I'll never forget the night after the dance at the youth center and you let me get my hand under your dress. Your panties were so wet, I couldn't believe it. You see, you would have been a great lay, you always got so wet. It was unbelievable! Jack, it would have slipped in so easily, you would hardly have noticed losing it!"

He whispered the last in my ear, sending a shiver down my back.

"George, cut it out. We can't do that. I suppose you would have married me too, if I had let you, right?"

"Yes, I guarantee it!" he laughed.

"Rat!"

I allowed him to pull me closer so we were sitting close, and he slipped his arm around my shoulders. He turned my head and kissed me. It was such a nice kiss, just like I remembered. We were soon wrapped in each other's arms. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I left it there just for a moment.

"OK. It has been nice, George, very nice seeing you. But I have to go and besides, we shouldn't even have done this much.

His hand was on my breast and I pulled it very slowly lower so that it was on my waist instead.

"We both have to go and you know it, George."

We took one last kiss and George slipped his hand back to my breast one last time. I reached for the door handle and heard the lock unlatch.

"Just like old time, Jackie. You're going to leave me sitting in my car with lover's balls!" He leered at me. "Sure you won't take pity on me and help me with this?"

I looked down at his pants and saw that his cock was hard and prominent along his leg under his tight jeans. In spite of everything, it pleased me that I had such an effect on him.

"That looks familiar, George. I think you might just find help in the same place you did when you were trying to despoil me!"

We laughed at that and as I leaned over to kiss his cheek, I touched his cock with one quick caress. I backed away from the kiss, smiled and said: "Oops, I slipped!"

It was a month or two later when the phone rang back in Michigan. The kids were making all the racket in the world in my little kitchen.

"Hello," I said, "just a minute please. Kids, get down off that table! What are you doing?" I screamed at them and then turned back to the phone.

"Sorry, hello who is it?

"It's me." The voice said. "I'm in town for a couple days. Thought we might get together..."

"Eeek! What are you doing here, George? Good grief."

"Working for a couple days. Then I'll be going back." "Just thought we might have a cup of coffee for old times sake? Or a drink, maybe?"

I can't do that, George, you know I can't! You shouldn't either, by the way. What about poor Lorna?"

"Oh, the hell with Lorna. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that really."

But we did meet. And that is how it started.

George:

I took Jackie for a drink at a bar. Turned a few heads I can tell you. We only had a couple of drinks and I told her I had to find somewhere for me to stay for the night. She agreed to come with me. Things were going better than I expected. We drove until I found a motel. It was a cheap place but good enough for what I had in mind. She might have deserved better but what the fuck eh.

She came with me to the room. You know what women are like. They can't resist having a look round places.

I let her in first and, true to her womanly instincts, she made straight for the mirror. Her high heels echoed slightly as she stepped across the tiled entryway. The silky blue dress draped nicely over full hips and stopped just above her knee. Her legs were nicely curvaceous and I stared at the stockings tented across twin indentations at the back of her knees. She leaned forward to get close to the mirror and her thighs dented against the dresser.

I let the heavy door clunk closed, and hung up my jacket while idly admiring her. Jackie's breasts slope opulently from broad straight shoulders, and the centenary shaped under-curve gave shape to the clinging dress. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. I pressed close behind her, pushing her against the work surface. Our eyes met in the mirror. I could see it in her eyes. She quickly looked away and made out that she was checking her make-up.

The dress was a crossover design coming to a Vee that let the beginning of round breasts and a deep cleavage just visible. They looked inviting.

Her look told me we both knew why we were here. I tilted my head and placed a gentle kiss in the nape of her neck. I recognized the floral scent perfume that seemed to rise warm and succulent from the valley between her breasts. I felt her shiver. Another kiss and she tilted her head back slightly, nuzzling against my cheek.

"Hey you. What are you up to?" she asked, not in an alarmed way, more mildly surprised. It was a soft, knowing rebuke between good friends.

"Nothing," I lied.

"You have a beautiful neck." I nuzzled. "It deserves to be kissed." I repeated the kiss.

She squirmed at my advances but was unable to move, being sandwiched between me and the dresser. I put my hands on her wonderful hips and then let my fingers explore her tummy. She laughed softly, and moved her cheek against mine in a feline caress.

Feeling things were going well, I moved my hand upward, slowly slipping it under her breast and feeling the soft curve. The silk on silk whisper of dress on bra was thrilling. She really does have lovely full breasts, doesn't she? I love the way they fill my hand and the weight of them.

"Hey! I'm a married woman! You haven't forgotten?" She protested, but she didn't stop me, Chad. On the contrary, she seemed to lean back comfortably against me. Now her dark brown eyes were on me, at once questioning and yet inviting.

Waiting for me to do the gentlemanly thing and stop? I think not.

I sucked the lobe of her ear between exploring lips and gently played with it between my teeth. My tongue traced into her ear enough to moisten a path. I blew lightly on the wet canal, smiling into the brown eyes in the mirror.