When the invitation to my class reunion arrived in the mail, I decided that a weekend off from housework and car-pooling was desperately needed, so I marked the date on my calendar. It was going to be my first vacation since Ted was born.

I arrived on campus and received the usual packet of information when I signed in-name badge, room assignment, map of the campus and a list of my old classmates who would be returning for the reunion weekend. I found my way to my room, the same room I had lived in my junior year, and unpacked, then looked at the list of my reuniting classmates. As I scanned the list, remembering this person vaguely and wondering who that was, I saw his name and stopped short.

I realized that I was blushing, alone in my old dorm room, just from seeing Edward’s name printed on the paper in my hand. The blood rushing to my face made me warm, and the warmth quickly spread through me. I was still lost in my recollections when there was a knock on my door. “Come in,” I hollered, and the door opened slowly. A handsome man stood in the door-way. He was tall, with the same piercing eyes I remembered burning through me years ago; it could only be Edward.

“Linda,” he said softly. “How good to see you.”

His voice conveyed the same sense of confidence and self-assurance I had known when we first met. He stepped into my room and opened his arms, and I moved toward him. We embraced quickly, then stepped back and looked each other up and down. At the same instant, we both said, “You haven’t changed a bit!”

We laughed at our simultaneous thought, then realized that we both had had another thought,· also at the same instant. Back into his arms I went, this time tilting my head up for him to kiss me. In an instant our mouths were pressed together, his tongue pushing between my lips. My arms held him close, and I could hear my heart pounding and feel the bulge of his swelling cock against my belly. After all this time, the chemistry was still there.

Edward wasted no time coming on. His strong arms lifted me off the floor, and he moved us both to the bed. He put me down, and when he joined me, I remembered how narrow a dorm-room single bed can be. It was the only thought I had time for. Edward’s hands were all over me, racing down my back, along my thighs and up the front of my legs. I thrust my pelvis out so his moving hand would stroke my aroused mound, but he deftly skipped to my waist and slid one hand under my sweater to cup my breast.

My lips nibbled around his ear and down his neck, my tongue tracing the outline of his flesh. I inhaled his scent, recalling the conversation we had once had about how no two people smell exactly alike and how arousing a particular scent can be. Edward’s scent was the same aphrodisiac it had been years ago, and I was already wild with lust for him.

His hands reached behind me and unclasped my bra under my sweater, and I pulled both over my head, exposing my entire torso to his touch.

Immediately he dropped his head to my breasts and began tonguing and licking my already erect nipples. While his mouth worked one nipple into complete erection, his fingers played with my other breast, kneading the flesh and caressing the pink nipple, sending flashes of erotic electricity from one to the other. He went from one breast to the other, and the cool air on the moist nipple which had just been released from between his lips made it stand up like a perfect pink pencil eraser.

Edward’s mouth felt wonderful on my breasts, and I kept asking him to lick and suck them to urge him on. He increased the pressure of his touch slightly, and I remembered how he used to push me along the edge of physical sensation to the border where pleasure and love come together.

A deep rumble of a groan escaped from his throat, and I knew he was being transported to the same plane of pleasure I was on. His face remained buried between my breasts, and he licked up the side of one and then across and under the other. His caresses had made my skin totally sensitized to his touch, and when he reached down to undo the snap of my jeans, I almost came.

Before he could finish unzipping my tight jeans, I lifted my hips off the bed and pushed them and my now soaking panties down my legs. Ed-ward worked the garments around and off my feet and ran his hands back up the insides of my calves and thighs. When his hands reached my vulva, his fingers slowly spread my hidden lips apart. I felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner on my dripping pussy, making my exposed clit tingle.

He looked at my cunt for a few longer than long seconds, then lowered his head. Before his lips touched mine, he looked up at me, reminding me of how much he had always enjoyed eating my pussy. “It’s missed you,” I cooed.

His hands spread my labia, and I felt a droplet of my moisture trickle down my thigh. My exposed clitoris was throbbing in anticipation, waiting for the touch of his tongue. Up one side, around my clit and down the other, his tongue moved, at a snail’s pace. I arched.my back, trying to rub my hungry button against him, but he would not be rushed. I lay back on the bed, my hair fanning out across the pillow, resigned to really enjoy myself any woman would ask for. Edward had not wasted the years since we were in school, and his mouth was showing off the “graduate” courses in cunnilingus he had taken. My lucky pussy was the beneficiary of his ef- forts.

Finally his lips closed around my totally distended clit, and he sucked it gently. With a delicate touch he cajoled my clit out of its tiny sheath, exposing my most sensitive nerve endings to his incredible oral caresses. It was almost more than I could bear.

A few minutes of his expert ministrations brought me to the brink of orgasm. Sensing my arousal, Edward now used his tongue to explore the deepest parts of my love canal. His talented tongue reached as far into me as possible, withdrawing slowly and stroking the length of my sex, from just above my cunt lips to my erect clit.

Back and forth his tongue slid, drawing me inexorably to the highest level of arousal. When I could stand it no longer, I squeezed his head between my legs, and beautiful wavess of or-gasmic delight coursed through me. As each wave of pleasure broke over me, the muscles in my legs contracted more tightly, embracing my lover’s head between my thighs and holding his marvelous mouth against my throbbing cunt. Finally, exhausted from this erotic exertion, I collapsed back on my pillow, gently pushing Edward’s face down and away from my supercharged slit.

His feasting on my sex was only the first course. Before I could fully take a deep breath, he had climbed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his large shoulders and hugged him, feeling the life of his erection throbbing between my moist thighs. We kissed again, our tongues intertwining to communicate the lust we had rediscovered.

With our mouths still together, I felt the tip of his full-sized manhood probing, and with one strong thrust he entered me, filling me totally. We both moaned as we continued to kiss, overcome by the sheer pleasure of our coupling.

Ever so slowly, again maintaining his pleasure, Edward began fucking with long, delicious strokes. I clasped my ankles together behind his back, using my legs to draw his precious prick deeper into me. With each purposeful thrust I felt the tip jammed in deep, setting off wonderful waves of incredible pleasure.

The life force pulsing between us was too strong to be contained. My fingernails roamed up and down his back while his hands cupped my ass-cheeks so he could penetrate me to the core. When I slipped one finger underneath his balls, he accelerated the pace of our fucking, passion building within him.

“Oh, Ed,” I breathed into his ear. “Please come in me. Fill me with your thick, hot cream.”

I did not have to wait long. Edward’s grip on my ass tightened and his piston-like thrusts intensified. Faster and faster he pushed into me, my eager cunt welcoming each bold thrust. Over and over he slid balls-deep into me, his breathing uneven and hoarse.

“Linda,” I heard him moan. “I’m coming … I’m coming ….” With one last, terrific thrust, his orgasm coursed through him. “Oh, Linda,” he cried as the contractions of his pulsing cock continued.

We lay together in the afterglow of our passion. When we finally rolled apart, a stream of juices, his cream combined with my hot honey, oozed from inside me and left a wet trail down my thigh. We were both drenched in sweat and totally spent but completely satisfied. I remembered feeling like this years ago in this very dormitory with this special man.

Edward and I found time to reenact our own personal “reunion” several times, and each time our passion was rekindled, it seemed to grow more intense. Later that afternoon n, Edward and I took a last walk together around the campus and observed how little things have changed.

We said little, silently recalling the good times we had had together years before, and smiling to ourselves at how lucky we had been to have the chance to relive some of those adventures during this reunion. We said goodbye again, knowing that the bond we shared would remain alive within us. If we were lucky, we would have another chance to share our special connection again, maybe at our next reunion. I can hardly wait. But I’ll pass the time dreaming about it.