My 20 Year High School Reunion SeXStoRY

I didn't even want to go to the stupid thing... -----My 20 year reunion was at a small hotel / conference center in the town I grew up in. I debated for 6 months whether I was even going to attend. I wasn't very popular in school, and I didn't really care about most of the people in my class anyway. But at the last minute, I decided to go, and made the 7 hour drive back to my hometown. I parked my truck, went inside to the bar area, and found a table in the corner where I could see if I recognized any of my classmates. -----Some people I recognized immediately, while others stumped me; I had no idea whom they were. I sat and drank a few glasses of Pepsi, munched on the snacks, and was pretty much regretting making the drive when I noticed this elegant tall brunette sitting at a table in another corner. She seemed to be watching people like I was. I wasn't sure I knew who she was at first, but then it hit me. Her name was Vanessa. She looked so much more grown up than in our junior year when she sat next to me in computer class. She had grown a lot taller since then. I walked over and asked if I could sit down. She told me I could so I sat next to her. "Do you remember me?" I asked. "I think so." She replied. "Didn't we sit next to each other in computer class?" "You got it." I told her. "You used to write those stories in your notebooks and have me read them. Do you still write?" "I do." I told her. "Mostly stories for magazines." "Would I have read any of them?" She asked me. "Um, probably not." I said. "I write for a lot of men's magazines. - Adult men, actually." "What, like Playboy?" "Yes. And others, too." I replied, "I'm what you call a freelance writer. Can I get you something to drink?" She replied, "Pepsi, please." "Same as me." I told her, showing her my glass. I got her one from the bar and sat back down next to her. "I don't remember any of your notebook stories being all that racy." She said. "I was much younger then, Vanessa." I told her. We sat and sipped our sodas and people watched for awhile. "So, do you make a decent living writing those stories?" "Not bad," I replied. "I just love to write. Sometimes the royalty checks are pretty nice though, I'll have to admit." "Do you have a wife or girlfriend?" She asked, "Does she support your writing?" "No to either." I told her. "No wife, no little ones, either." "Wow." She replied, "You and I are probably the only ones here without little ones. It seems like everybody that replied to the invitations sent back their info as having husbands or wives, and lots of little ones." Then she asked me, "So why don't you have any? I remember back in school so many girls were pregnant before we were even seniors. I don't remember you having a girlfriend, though. Or maybe you did, but were just good at using birth control, eh? Which was it?" "I didn't date much in school, Vanessa." I explained. "Actually, I had a pretty big crush on you, but I didn't know what to do about it. - I was too shy to ask if you'd go out with me. And as far as birth control goes, well, let's just say I didn't have anybody to worry about that with when we were in school, and now that I'm older and wiser, I don't have to worry about it at all anymore." "Really?" She asked. "You liked me back then? I was so nerdy. And short. I didn't really grow up until college. And what do you mean you don't have to worry about birth control anymore? Don't tell me; You were in a horrible accident and can no longer have sex?" "No, no accident." I told her. "I was dating this woman a few years back. To make a long story short, she didn't want little ones, I don't really want them either, so I went and had a vasectomy. We split up about 6 months after that. We just realized we weren't meant for each other. But anyway, now I don't have to worry about getting anybody pregnant anymore." "Really?" She inquired, "Well that's kind of nice, I guess. But isn't sex weird now that you've had that done? I've never been with anyone who's had a vasectomy. I'm not sure I'd enjoy it as much." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Why don't you think you'd enjoy it? It's really no different." "I just..." She paused, Then asked me, "Do you want to get out of here? I don't even know most of these people. I'd rather talk more in private. Do you live nearby?" "I'd love to get out of here. I don't live nearby, though. I was planning on getting a room here at this hotel later." "I'm already here." She told me. "Let's just go to my suite." "Okay." I replied. So we went up to her suite at the end of the hall on the 4th floor. Room 454. When we sat down on the bed I asked her, "So what were you saying downstairs? Something about not enjoying sex or some nonsense like that?" "No, silly," She answered, "I usually enjoy sex. I just don't know if I'd like it as much with someone who had a vasectomy, that's all. It's got to be way different. You said it isn't but what about blow-jobs? How would a girl even know when it was over if nothing squirted out into her mouth at the end? That's a big difference right there. And as far as regular sex goes, I think it would be different not feeling anything shoot out down there, either. That wasn't my favorite part; having the guy shoot it inside of me - I like it better if he pulls out and comes on my belly, actually; but if nothing came out at all? I think I'd miss it. I don't want to sound like a slut, but that's one of my favorite things about having sex. I like feeling my belly get all warm and slippery at the end." "I don't know how to tell you this, Vanessa," I explained, "But you wouldn't really be able to know the difference. Stuff still 'shoots out' as you put it. There's still semen, but there's just no sperm in it so you don't have to worry about getting pregnant." "Seriously?" She asked. "Okay, now I feel kind of dumb. I just thought everything got disconnected with a vasectomy and nothing came out anymore. Shows what I know, huh?" "Don't feel dumb." I told her. "I had to ask the same question, actually. I don't think I'd have had the procedure done if that was the result. It's kind of my favorite part, too. Before I had my vasectomy, I had gotten pretty good at getting a girl's stomach 'all warm and slippery at the end' as you called it. "Yeah, but did you like doing that?" She inquired, "Most guys don't. I bet now that you've had that done you don't feel the need to pull out anymore, huh?" "Actually, I still prefer to pull out, Vanessa." I replied. "I tried leaving it in at the end with the first woman I was with after I had the vasectomy, just to see what it was like, but do you know what? I didn't really like it as much as I do pulling out. It seemed like something was missing." "I know what you mean." She said. Then she asked me, "Okay, so here's a personal question... If you and I were to have sex sometime, and we agreed when we started that you were going to pull out at the end, where would you prefer to do it? On my belly or on my back?" "I don't know, Vanessa," I answered, "You kind of caught me off guard there. Let me try using my writer's imagination. If I close my eyes let me see if I can visualize myself doing it on your stomach... "Okay, and now I'll try to visualize doing it on your back... "They both conjured up nice mental images, but if I had to choose, I think I'd have to go with doing it on your stomach, Vanessa. If we were ever to do something like that. I like that position a little better anyway. It's nice to be able to see your partner's face. And her whole body actually. I like watching a woman's breasts kind of bounce up and down with every thrust. And I really like to hear her breathe and to watch her facial expressions as we make love." "Wow," she told me, "You even talk like a writer. I think I would like your stories. Hearing you say what you just said kind of turned me on. And judging by your lap there, those mental images must have had pretty much the same effect on you. Am I wrong?" Embarrassed, I got up and went to go sit on a chair. "Hey, you can come back and sit by me." She said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just noticed, that's all. I guess you're still a little bit shy, huh?" "Not really." I answered, sitting back down, "You just caught me off guard again. And you're right. These pants do seem a bit too small all of a sudden." "You can unbutton them if it will help. I understand. I won't mind. If you're not too embarrassed, that is." "Well, if you're sure," I told her. "I guess thinking about sex with you did more for me than I thought it would." "Just for the record," She said, "Hearing you tell me about the way you liked to pull out did quite a bit for me, too. Here, let me unbutton those for you." Not only did she help me with the button, but she eased down the zipper as well. "Is that better?" She asked, "I don't know how you guys live with those things. Doesn't it hurt when it gets that big? Jeez, there's still not much room in there, is there? Why don't you just take your pants and underwear off?" "Are you serious?" I asked her. "I mean, I could, if you really wanted me to." "Why not?" She replied. "I can pretty much see it through your underwear as it is. You might as well show me the rest of it. You can show me what one looks like after a guy's had a vasectomy." So I took my pants off and slid my underwear down. I was fully erect, and it was sort of laying against my stomach. I grabbed it with my hand and sort of pointed it straight out. "I know it's your first time seeing it, but there's no difference from what it looked like before." I told her. "Did it leave any scars?" She asked. "They're really tiny." I told her. You can look. Kind of towards the top of my testicles, on the sides. I don't think you can see them, though." "I don't see the scars on them." She noted, "But are they normally this big? They look a little swollen. Or is that normal?" "Sometimes they seem to get kind of bigger if I haven't had sex in a while." I explained, "I know they're disconnected, but it seems they still swell up like they're full if I go too long without releasing any, uh, fluids. I guess it has been a while." "Since you brought up the subject of 'fluids', I have a question for you." She said. "Do you like to watch when you pull out?" "Of course." I replied. "I do, too. It's interesting." She said. "I keep hoping someday I'll get, uh... How do I say this? I've only been with a few different guys, but in real life, most of them seem to just dribble a little at the end. It'd be nice to see more, if you know what I mean." "I guess, but what did you mean, in real life?" I asked. "Well, you know," She replied. "In those porno movies the guy usually squirts out a lot at the end. Like 5 or 6 big spurts. I wonder how many of those are just special effects. The guys I've been with, when they pull out, there's usually only just a little puddle down there. That's my experience anyway." "I guess I'd have to say quite a bit comes out when I come," I told her. "At least the first time, anyway. But I've never really thought about it, Vanessa. I've seen a few 'porno movies' as you called them in my time, and I thought they looked pretty realistic to me. The only time I noticed a really substantial amount was after my vasectomy, when I went about a month without an orgasm. When it came time to submit my 'sample cup' to the urologist, it was pretty full." "Really? Hmmmm." Vanessa replied. "Did you have help submitting it? Or did you have to do it in the doctor's office all by yourself?" "I was in a relationship then." I answered, "It was kind of neat, actually. She just held the cup on her stomach towards the end, and I just pulled it out of her and pointed it into the cup when the time came. Then we capped it up and I dropped it off at the clinic." "I see." She said, "Now you've got me visualizing you pulling out to do that... And I don't have a writer's imagination, just my own. But it can be pretty vivid at times." "I just imagined you on top of me, pulling it out and I grabbed it with my hand so I could feel it pumping it out all over my stomach. How's that? Is that like something you'd write?" She asked me. "Something like that." I replied. "You'd make a good writer. But Now I'm visualizing that again, too. It's getting me pretty excited, Vanessa. But I'm naked here and you still have your clothes on." "Would you like me to join you? I could take my clothes off, too. But if I do that, well, I guess you know where this is going to lead, right?" "I'm guessing we both want it to lead to you ending up with your stomach 'all warm and slippery' at the end, right?" "Okay. As long as we're both on the same page." She replied. She started unbuttoning her blouse. I watched, mesmerized. She took off her slacks, hesitated for only a second and then said, "What the hell, you've already showed me yours, so why not?" and slid down her panties as well. I reached over and unfastened her bra for her, and she slipped out of that, too. She was beautiful to behold naked. She had nice breasts. Not too big, but probably a C-cup. I noticed she was also completely shaved. I had never seen anybody completely hairless down there before. It made her look younger and sort of innocent. I must have been staring because she asked me, "Should I have done that? Shaved it all off like that?" "I'm just used to seeing hair down there." I told her. "But there's nothing wrong with shaving it all off, either. I had to do that when I had my vasectomy. It itched a little when it grew back, I remember that. I think you look beautiful, Vanessa." "But do you like how it looks?" She asked. She sat up against the headboard of her hotel bed, bent her knees and spread her legs so I could see her better. "Here, I got a close look at you, so you might as well see me, too. Everything shows now, nothing's hidden. It kind of makes me feel a little exposed. But I read that it turns some guys on to see everything like this." "Wow!" I exclaimed softly, "It's really beautiful. And I would say yes to it being a turn on. I'm envisioning everything from tasting you with my tongue to sliding myself up inside you." "You're doing it again," She said. "Sounding like a writer and turning me on as well." "I know what would turn you on more." I said, as I put my tongue on her naked, hairless pleasure center. "Oh, God! That's amazing!" She moaned. I took turns licking and sucking until she came. She was so wet my chin was soaked afterwards. I got up and grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and cleaned us both off. "You got me so wet." She said, after she had caught her breath. "That was absolutely incredible. Thank you for that." "No need to thank me," I told her. "The pleasure was mine. It's such a turn on to see you lose control. Plus it was kind of nice with you not having any hair down there to get in the way. It's nice being able to see everything." "Does it really turn you on?" She asked, "To do that for me?" "It does." I replied. "Can I return the favor to you?" She asked as she started moving her face towards my erection. "Nope." I told her, stopping her before she could get it in her mouth. "Why not?" She asked, "Fair is fair, right?" "It's been too long for me." I explained, "I'm still envisioning being inside you, Vanessa, and if you start using your mouth on me, I'm afraid it'll be over too soon. You'll get a mouthful, but then your stomach won't end up all warm and slippery like we talked about." "I can see you're pretty excited." She noticed, looking at my penis, dripping with precum. "Looks like you're ready," She said, "All lubricated and everything." "Lubrication is good." I told her as she was lying back down on the bed. I climbed atop her and slowly inserted myself into her still-moist opening. It was really neat to watch it disappear inside her, sliding deep between her hairless labia. "Don't cum too quickly." She said. "Let's try to make this last." "I'll do my best, Vanessa," I replied, "But I'm not guaranteeing anything. It's been a long time, and I'm pretty close already." "If you feel like you're going to cum," She said, "We'll just stop and take a break, okay? Maybe try out a few different positions?" "Okay." I said and slowly started thrusting in and out. After only a couple of minutes I had to stop. "Break time already." I said. "Wow, you're right." She replied, "I guess it has been too long for you." "Or you just feel too good." I said, "It's probably a combination of both." She rolled over, getting up on her knees facing away from me. "Let's try it doggie-style." She said. I climbed over to her and slowly re-inserted myself inside her. Again, I had to stop after only a minute or two. "Already?" She asked. "Remember when you asked me about cumming on your back earlier?" I replied. "If we keep that up, that's what's going to happen. That felt wonderful." "That would be nice, too." She said, "You can do that if you want to." "I think I really want to do it on your stomach." I told her. "I want us both to watch it happen." She rolled back over on her back and said, "You're right. I want to see it too. Especially if there's a lot of it." "No promises, but there should be." I told her as I re-inserted myself again. "I'll try to last as long as I can this time." "You'll let me know when you're about to pull out?" She asked, "So I can watch?" "I will. I can promise that." I told her. I continued, with slow thrusts. I was able to last 3 or 4 minutes by going slowly. "Harder!" She moaned, "Faster!" "It'll be over quick if I go any faster." I told her. "I don't care!" She said vehemently. "Just pound me!" So I thrusted fast and hard. Less than a minute later I felt my balls start to tingle. "If you want to watch, now's your chance!" I exclaimed. I thrusted a few final times, reached down with my hand and withdrew my throbbing cock. She looked down and I started releasing it all over her. It felt so incredible as I pumped spurt after spurt onto her body. So much came out that she started laughing. "Oh my god!" She said and laughed as some of it got on her neck and even the side of her face. When I was done, I was laughing as well. I guess it was contagious. She had cum on her face, her neck, her boobs, her stomach and some was even dripping down between her legs. "That was absolutely incredible!" She exclaimed. "I've never gotten covered like that before. I guess I got what I've been wishing for. I'm guessing it was good for you, too?" "Incredible pretty much sums it up." I said. I grabbed the hand towel and used it to clean her up. Then I got a warm washcloth and wiped down her whole upper body. She must have dozed off while I was cleaning her up so I covered her with a sheet and a blanket, got dressed and headed out to the parking lot. As I was making the 7 hour drive back, I realized I didn't know how to get a hold of her or where she lived. I never heard from her again, but maybe we'll meet again next year when the 25 year reunion comes around. ---The End---