I love these final moments – 2

I went through the entire evening without a clue that anything was wrong. After the dance, we went back to the hotel, made love, which I thought was beautiful for us both, but then afterwards, she got up, said she needed to do something, and left.

Which surprised me as she didn’t explain what it was or why. So I waited, wondering…and then finally got up and went looking for her. As I said, there were several couples from our class that had booked rooms there. There were parties going on everywhere, so I thought that maybe Rose had gotten sucked into one of them. I started looking for her, going from room to room. And then I found her a short time later.”

I paused remembering, it all seemed so surreal back then, even now.

“Remember that guy I told you about sitting next to us at the drive-in?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, we ran into one another in the hallway, literally. He was running, came around the corner when we collided. Took him a minute to remember me, recognize who I was. When he did, he smiled sheepishly and said, “Hey man…sorry to hear about you and your girlfriend, but from what I hear, she really is hot, and really can get off just by having her boobs played with!”

“Stunned, I watched as he ran down the hall, knocked on a door, and then let himself in. Which is when I heard Rose’s laugh. The way she laughed, especially when she was drunk, horny and excited, was unmistakable. I then ran down the hall myself, didn’t bother knocking, just opened the door. She was standing there in her formal gown,

except that her boobs were bare, hanging out. John was sucking on one of them as she stood there, some other guy, someone I didn’t know, sucking on the other. She was in the midst of having an orgasm at that very moment when I walked in. Needless to say, I turned around and left. Drove home. Two weeks later I was in the Navy and headed for boot camp. Never saw Rose again.”

“So how did you find out the truth about why she did what she did?” My wife asked.

“Ironically, it was at the ten year reunion. Rose wasn’t even there, she didn’t come. I heard through the grapevine she had in fact just gotten back from her honeymoon, and perhaps knowing I was going to be there, decided under the circumstances that it wouldn’t be a good idea for her to show up.

Obviously, the wounds were still deep enough that she would feel awkward running into me again, even though she had recently gotten married. It was towards the end of the evening when I heard laughter coming from a nearby table, I walked over just in time to hear someone sitting there telling this story how the four of them had walked in on Rose and I in the shower area. He then proceeded to tell the others sitting there how Rose was duped into believing I’d betrayed her. Needless to say,

he shut up when he looked up and saw me standing only a few feet away, but by then I’d heard everything. I looked around, saw John standing over by the buffet table talking to another old girlfriend of his, and walked over. Up until now, I’d avoided him and the other guys most of the night. I tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around surprised to find me standing there, and actually offered me his hand. That’s when I turned the lights out for him. I left soon afterwards. But at least now I knew why things had happened the way they had.”

“Well, I for one am glad that they did, or I might not be married to you now,” Maria told me as she slid up onto my chest, hovering just above me as she rested her wet moist pussy against my shaft. “Still a sad story though, wonder if she’ll be at the reunion this year?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, nor think about it any further. I simply slid my hard cock deep inside my wife’s lovely cunt, and enjoyed the pleasure I found there.

**

On Friday we went to my high school thirty year reunion, which was actually being held at the old high school. The first thing Maria asked me to show her when we walked in was Johnson & Johnson corner. I laughed when we arrived there, it had been walled up and bricked in. Something they perhaps should have done to begin with, though the wall itself was now covered with hundreds of carved initials. I looked about hurriedly, withdrew my pocket knife and added my own, as well as Rose’s to the display. Maria laughed, hugged me to her, and then followed me over to the sign in the table so we could pick up our name badges.

For those who had graduated and were in attendance, they had included a picture of how we’d looked back then beside our names. After thirty years, a lot of people had changed and it was becoming harder and harder to recognize a few people the way they looked now as opposed to the way they looked back then. Some as I saw Maria and I wandered about hadn’t changed all that much.

Though there was the maturity of age that touched us all, the eyes never did change. We stood and spoke with friends I knew and still considered to be so, feeling more and more pleased about myself that I hadn’t let myself go as opposed to a few others that were there. Periodically I glanced about, wondering if Rose would in fact be there this year, not at all sad to find that John and the other three pricks weren’t.

“Maybe they heard you were coming,” my wife joked when I told her I hadn’t seen any of the others. I laughed at that.

“I caught John by surprise,” I reminded her. “He was bigger than I was even then, if anything…it should be me who should be worried,” I quipped back, though after thirty years, I couldn’t imagine that John would still be holding a grudge. Either way, I decided it might be best to keep my eyes out for him, just in case.

We mingled for a bit, chatted it up with a few friends, and then found us a table to sit at as dinner began. As we were sitting there I glanced up to take a bite of my prime rib when I saw her.

“Oh my god! She’s here!” I said speaking to my wife. Maria didn’t need to ask who, or where, she looked up in the direction I was looking. Rose stood only a short distance away, looking towards us, it was evident she had just seen me too.

“Invite her over,” my wife told me. “Go on Jim…wave her over. I’d like to meet her for one. But maybe it’s about time you finally put the past behind the two of you,” she added.

I kissed my wife, stood, and waved in Rose’s direction. Surprised, she smiled and then somewhat awkwardly made her way over. There was an extra seat at our table, Maria again the one to invite her to sit down and join us as I introduced the two of them.