1. The Class Reunion - Part One


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Boss01, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    pants, much less her bra or panties, despite all my efforts. That is until that fateful day in June before our senior year. We had just come home from a graduation party for our friends that were seniors. It was late, and we were hoping that Alice’s parents were asleep already so that we could head down to the basement. Disappointment set in as we opened the door and saw them both seated at the kitchen table, maps and papers strewn about. Alice’s father looked up. “We’re moving!” Tears welled in Alice’s eyes. “When?” she asked. “Why?” “I got a promotion,” her Dad explained. “I have to be in Birmingham in a week. You and your Mom will come down at the end of the month, so that we can find a house and get you registered for school in time for fall.” To say we were both crestfallen would be an understatement. I kissed Alice goodbye and left. For the next two weeks we were more inseparable than ever. I wasn’t sure what to say or do; there really wasn’t anything that I could say or do. We spent long periods walking hand-in-hand in silence. The gravity and sadness were such that “wet humping” was the last thing on our minds; at least for me, anyway. Alice’s Dad came back for her and her Mom’s last night in town. They had a party at their house for Alice’s friends to say their final good-byes. For the first time in a long time, Alice was wearing a skirt instead of jeans, and a nice buttoned blouse instead of her usual pull-over top. I guess she wanted to make the night special. ...
    About eleven, the last of the guests had left. We were down in the basement cleaning up when her Mom came to the top of the stairs and called down, “Don’t stay up too late, Alice. We leave at the crack of dawn, remember.” With that, she went back up and closed the door. I guess she figured that we wanted some privacy to say our final good-byes. I wasn’t sure what to do next. Alice, however, seemed sure of what she wanted to do next. Taking me by the hand, she led me to the floor on the far side of the room, to an open sleeping bag that seemed to have magically appeared. “Lay down,” she said, “and wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.” She turned out all of the lights except the one over the pool table, and then went into the small basement bathroom. She came out a few minutes later, carrying something in her hands that she set on the pool table. As she walked over to where I was lying, even in the dim light I could tell that there was something different about the way her breasts looked and moved. I had been studying those two mounds for years; I knew every nuance. Something had changed. When she was finally standing over me I realized exactly what was different; she was no longer wearing her bra. Now I know that our generation was famous for going braless and burning bras, but that wasn’t Alice. Even her bathing suit was more of a support garment than a swim suit. And even though my hands had groped those orbs hundreds of times, I really had no real idea of what they would be ...
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