Ten years after my high-school graduation I was in the best shape of my life with money to burn.

To say I was excited about my class reunion was an understatement. I’ll admit that I hoped my old crush would show up. Being a quiet observer through most of my high-school career, I didn’t spend much time talking to the football team’s quarterback. I did, however, spend a good deal of time thinking about Mitch.

Having since shed my mousy image, I couldn’t help but wonder if he would finally see me how I saw him.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Within seconds of sidling up to the bar, Mitch appeared by my side. He waved a drink ticket in my direction. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Smiling, I tucked my own ticket away in my purse. “A martini, please.”

Mitch took our drinks and led the way to an empty table in a dark corner of the gym. I trailed behind him, wondering if everyone around me could hear the steady pound of my heartbeat as clearly as I could.

When we reached the table, Mitch pulled out a seat and gestured for me to sit down. “Jill. I hoped you would come tonight.”

Mitch’s warm, rumbling baritone washed over me, resonating right between my thighs. Not wanting to give away my own nervousness, I sipped my drink rather than reply.

Fortunately, Mitch filled the silence. “I had the biggest crush on you back in school.”

Now that got me. I swallowed hard, praying my martini would go down easy. “On me,” I squeaked.

Mitch’s dazzling smile spread across his face. “Yes, you,” he said. “You always looked so cute and calm while you were tucked away with a book. I promised myself that if I saw you tonight, I would finally talk to you.”

A hot blush crept up my chest to my neck. Realizing it was now or never, I decided to take the reins and claim my crush.

I stood and took Mitch’s hand in mine, giving him a light tug to get him to follow me. “Let’s go make up for lost time.”

Though a decade had passed, I remembered that the chemistry lab was down the hall. We ducked through the crowd of our former classmates, escaping notice long enough to disappear into the lab.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, Mitch pulled me against his chest. His hands swept over the plane of my back, mapping all of its dips and curves while his lips brushed over the sensitive skin on my neck. His fingers dipped beneath the curve of my ass, giving my cheeks a light squeeze before lifting me up and sitting me on the lab table.

Mitch’s hands landed on my thighs as he stepped between my legs. My pussy throbbed when his fingers curled into the thick muscle. He pushed my legs open wider, causing the spandex material of my dress to roll up to my hips. Not content with that level of exposure, Mitch slipped his hands under my ass and lifted me again, allowing him to push my skirt all the way up to my waist.

Next, Mitch turned his attention to the bodice of my dress. He hooked his fingers around the thin spaghetti straps and tugged them down my shoulders, allowing them to slowly skim down my arms. Thanks to the plunging V-neck of my dress, my breasts were quickly exposed, pert and plump and absolutely dying for the touch of Mitch’s tongue.

For the first time that evening, Mitch’s gaze fell from my face and settled on my chest. Licking his lips, he cupped his hands beneath my globes, lifting them to the level of his mouth. His tongue darted out again, but this time it flicked across my nipple, cooling the heated bud and sending a shock to my core.

Sighing, I tilted my head back and wrapped my legs around Mitch’s waist, pulling our bodies even closer. Arousal seeped from my core, wetting the silky material of my thong so that it molded over my pussy lips.

Craving some stimulation down there as well, I rocked my hips, pressing my pussy hard against the flat plane of Mitch’s abdomen. Even with his clothes on it was easy to see that his body maintained an athlete’s lean, muscular build. He felt better than I ever could have imagined.

While I shamelessly rubbed myself against Mitch, his mouth did absolutely magical things to my tits. The tip of his tongue traced around my areola, teasing me with a taste of what would come.

After successfully awakening every nerve that lived beneath my skin, Mitch closed his lips over my nipple and sucked me into his mouth. His teeth dragged over the swollen bud, sending a shiver up my spine.

Wanting more, I arched my back, shoving my breast deeper into Mitch’s mouth. He hummed in appreciation, transferring a buzzing sensation to my nipple. At the same time his tongue swirled around me, soothing the aching nub.

Just when I thought I would burst before Mitch even touched my sex, he lifted his head and turned his attention to my other breast. This time Mitch didn’t latch right on my nipple. Instead, he trailed his lips along the underside of my breast, gently caressing the delicate skin. Then he kissed a path to my cleavage, nuzzling his nose against my perfume-scented flesh.

While Mitch used his lips, teeth, and tongue to explore one breast, his hand caressed the other. He cradled my breast’s weight in his palm while his thumb stroked my nipple. A maddening pulse picked up between my thighs. Dry-humping wasn’t going to cut it. I needed to feel his hot, wet mouth move over my slit.

Ready to make that happen, I wound my fingers through Mitch’s thick, golden locks and pulled his head up from my chest. Breathless, I whispered, “Suck my clit, quarterback” as I pushed his head down between my legs.

Eager to help Mitch remove my thong, I flattened my palms on the counter and lifted my ass up, leaving him free to pull off the tiny scrap of fabric. When my sex was finally bared to him, Mitch gazed at me reverently. “I am the luckiest guy here tonight,” he murmured as his mouth descended upon my pussy.

Mitch slipped his tongue between my folds. He sucked one of my thick, soft lips into his mouth and massaged it, making me writhe beneath him on the counter. After giving me a good long lick, he moved on to the other side, showing it equal love.

My body jerked when the tip of Mitch’s finger grazed my hole. He circled the area for a bit, carefully collecting my liquid arousal to lube himself up before plunging inside me.

Then, finally, Mitch closed his lips over my clit. He flicked his tongue at the tiny bundle of nerves and my whole body twitched. A pleasant tingle radiated from my core, feeling like little flames licking a path across my skin.

The first jolt of pleasure hit me and my ass lifted right off the table. I flexed my feet, digging my heels into Mitch’s back. He responded by pumping his fingers into me faster and harder, repeatedly bumping against my G-spot.

My hips squirmed, pushing my sex hard against Mitch’s face. Feeling a scream building in my chest, I slapped my own hand over my mouth, hoping it would be enough to muffle any sound that escaped. I was doing a fine job until Mitch started to hum. The gentle vibration of his lips quickly pushed me over the edge. Even biting my finger wasn’t enough to hold back the moan that ripped through my body.

Only when my body stopped trembling did Mitch unlatch his lips from my clit. “You were always so quiet. I love that I can make you get loud.”

Mitch kissed my thigh before rising to his full height. He reached behind me, giving me a quick kiss as he grabbed something off to the side. When he pulled back, I saw that the mystery item was a simple bottle of olive oil. “Looks like they’re still teaching that oil and water lab,” Mitch murmured. He cocked a brow, meeting my gaze as he popped the cap off the bottle. “Lucky for us.”

Slipping one hand beneath my thigh, Mitch quickly pulled my body forward on the counter. Finding it impossible to sit upright, I propped my elbows behind me, lifting my upper body just enough to watch while Mitch unbuttoned his shirt, revealing well-defined pecs covered in a light dusting of golden hair.

Next, he unbuckled his belt and opened the fly on his dress pants, allowing the material to sag around his hips and slowly fall to the floor. Much to my delight, I saw that Mitch wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Taking his erection in one hand and the bottle of oil in the other, Mitch poured the golden liquid over us both. The thick oil dripped over my sex, seeping into my slit.

Mitch pumped his fist over his dick a few times, making sure it was thoroughly coated with oil. Once he was satisfied with the slickness, he pressed the tip against my hole, circling several times to spread the oil before finally slipping inside.

It took a moment for my body to relax and fully open to Mitch, but once it did, I was in fucking heaven. The oil warmed from the heat radiating between us, providing the perfect lubricant for Mitch to fuck me senseless. He drove into me hard and fast, making my body slide atop the counter. Behind my head, little test tubes clinked together on their stand, marking the rhythm Mitch set.

My walls rippled and twitched over Mitch’s dick, drawing him deeper. Then Mitch pressed his thumb to my clit and I swear I saw stars burst before my eyes. I screamed so damn loud, I’m sure people heard me all the way back in the gym.

Even as my pussy grew impossibly tight, Mitch plowed away, pumping into me as hard as my body would allow. Soon he was grunting, too. His eyes slammed shut as he tossed his head back, practically howling as he poured his hot come inside me.

Panting and utterly spent, we sagged against one another, struggling to catch our breath. Once we both felt steady enough to walk, we straightened our clothes and sneaked back into the hall. Rather than return to the gym, we slipped out a side door and made a mad dash for Mitch’s car. Spending the night at his place was far better than any class reunion could possibly have been.