Thursday , May 19 2022

The high school slut was looking at me

It took only a second for me to recognize her at the
other end of the bar, because she looked the same,
even though I hadn’t seen her for 20 years.

I felt a stirring at my crotch, and it made me laugh
to myself. Catherine was turning me on as if I were
still a pimply teenager. I had aged a lot more than
she had, and I wondered if she recognized me. She was
with a large, well-built young man.

As I looked at her, I daydreamed. I had never hooked
up with her, although I had wanted to. And from my
conversations with her, she had, too. She was probably
the most beautiful girl in school, as well as the most
developed. And she was insatiable at a time when most
girls were scared of sex.

She was notorious for offering herself to every boy
who crossed her path. She didn’t seem to discriminate
by race or looks, although I heard that she did turn
down bullies and conceited rich guys.

And the funny thing was that while the girls hated
her, all of the guys treated her with respect. The
ones who had been with her told me that she was
incredible and they were always ready whenever she
would summon them. I noticed none of them ever put her
down or made fun of her.

Why didn’t I ever get together with her? I guess it
was because I was just too busy with advanced
placement classes and extra science projects. Several
times she had made an overture, but something
interfered each time.

I saw she was still looking at me. She had certainly
held up well. I would jump at the chance to take her
to bed, except it was too late. I was happily married,
and even though I was out of town at a hotel where
nobody knew me, I would never cheat on my wife. Not
that I didn’t fantasize. After a day packed with
meetings, I usually ended up at the bar for a drink
before I turned in. I saw a lot of beautiful women,
most of them probably hookers, and I imagined things,
but I never approached anyone. I was polite but not
encouraging to the ones who approached me.

I saw Catherine and her friend get up. They were
walking toward me. I smiled at her. “Hi Catherine,” I
said.

“Hi Ronnie,” she said. “How are you?”

“Great,” I said. “And you?”

“I’m fine. This is my friend, Harold. I was telling
him that we were friends in high school, and I wanted
to hook up with you, but we never did.”

“Why didn’t we?” I said. “I wanted to also, but it
never happened. I’m sorry for talking like this in
front of you, Harold.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said. “I’ve heard all about high
school from Catherine and other classmates she runs
into. I don’t know how she ever graduated because all
her homework time was spent in bed.”

Catherine laughed. “I have to admit I was a real
slut,” she said. “Did you ever wonder why, Ronnie?”

“Yes, and all the other guys did too, because you were
such a classy looking girl. Now that I’m not so
stupid, I’m sure there was a sad story at home behind
what you did, even though you always seemed so
positive and happy.”

“The strange thing is that I wasn’t Pervert Exploitd or Molestationd or
anything like that,” she said. “My family was as
American as apple pie, and my brother and sister were
just like all the other kids. But for some reason, sex
education in seventh grade really turned me on, and I
started experimenting. And then I couldn’t get enough
of it. I still can’t.”

“Do you live here?” I said, trying to change the
subject.

“No, I’m staying at the hotel and leaving tomorrow?
How about you?”

“Me too,” I said. “I’ve been in town making business
calls. It was an exhausting day and I better get to
bed. It was nice running into you. Let me buy you and
Harold a drink before I leave.”

“Why thank you,” said Catherine. “But that’s not
necessary.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I said. “Bartender, would you
please take an order from this couple and put it on
Room 5023. Thanks. Goodbye, Catherine, bye Harold.”

They said good night to me, and I went up to my room.
A minute after I got there, I was already undressing
when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it a crack.
It was Catherine. “Look what Harold found,” she said,
holding up my wallet.

“Oh my god,” I said. “Thank you so much.” I waited for
her to hand it to me, but she had stepped back from
the door waiting for me to open it. I was in my
underwear, and I didn’t want any misunderstandings, so
I said, “Wait a minute,” and shut the door. I quickly
pulled my pants on and opened the door.

As I did so, something big grabbed me and lifted me in
the air, carried me to one of the two queen-size beds,
dropped me onto it and held me down. Then something
covered my face and I couldn’t see anything. After
that, I felt some bare skin pushing into my face. And
then I could see again.

I was lying on the bed and Catherine’s naked butt was
on my face. Harold was standing next to the bed
holding a few balloons.

I heard a voice from above. “Ronnie,” it said, “I’m
going to move on top of your mouth right now, so you
won’t be able to speak, but I’m going to lean forward
so that your nose isn’t covered and you can breathe.
It may be tangled up a little in my ass hair, but you
shouldn’t have any trouble. Harold will check to make
sure you’re all right.”

She shifted, and I felt her vagina move on top of my
mouth. As she lowered herself, it pushed against me
and the lips opened. Out came a flood of juices,
covering my mouth and face. She must be really excited
by this, I thought, trying to keep my mouth shut so
nothing got inside. My nose was being tickled by the
hairs between her cheeks, but I could breathe.

“I’m sorry about this, Ronnie,” said her voice from
above. “I was hoping you’d make a pass at me and we
would come up to your room together, without Harold.
But you’re a faithful husband and I compliment you on
that. And this way works too. You’re probably
wondering what’s going on, so I’ll explain before we
start.

“For some reason, despite being obsessed with sex, my
brain has room for other stuff. Only my counselor and
the teachers who saw my IQ score knew this in high
school. They were always telling me that my wild
behavior could ruin a great career. I didn’t listen to
them and I didn’t go to college. Instead, I went to
beauty school, where I learned a trade and found out
that there is more sex of every variety available in
that industry than probably in all the others
combined. Maybe that’s why I was unconsciously drawn
to it. You wouldn’t believe some of the things I did
with men, women and everything in between. I finally
found a place where I was average, maybe even below
average, in my sex drive.

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