High School reunion by Phoenix Cinders
Indulge in the captivating tale of 'High School Reunion' by Phoenix Cinders, where nostalgia meets desire. Dive into a steamy erotic journey filled with unexpected encounters and rekindled passions. Explore the thrilling connections that unfold at a reunion, guaranteed to ignite your fantasies. Read now and relive the excitement!<br/>
I hope you enjoy! Please comment below any thoughts you have. Also check out the story Hostile Takeover. All my stories take place within the same fictional universe. This is purely science fiction and will eventually get weird. But for now, it’s just plain jane transgender sex between old classmates. , Finally walking off the plane from my first class seat on a Thursday evening. It feels good to be home. I’m back in town for my 10-year high school reunion. This time I’m going to be the one everyone’s jealous of. I’ve got the perfect job, making more money than I know what to do with. Well… being an accountant for a huge tech firm, I obviously invest my money to earn interest and make more money… but my point being, I’m far better off than all the people I went to high school with. There’s no way any of those jerks are making as much money as me. Especially Logan Hanson and Devin Bates. Those assholes made my life hell in high school. There’s no way they’re better off than I am.
Logan maybe, he was at least smart enough to get good grades, Devon, on the other hand, was a complete tool and an absolute idiot. Unless he made it to the NFL, which he didn’t, there’s no way he achieved anything with his life. But it’s Logan I want to show up. He always went out of his way to put me down. He tried to act so manly, but honestly, his voice sounded so girly. I’m surprised Devon didn’t give him shit for it. Even though he was shorter than me, being the state champion in wrestling, he had the advantage. Every chance he got, he’d wrestle me down and put me in some kind of humiliating headlock to force me to submit to him. He wouldn’t let me out until I said some kind of self-degrading thing. Of course, a lot of the time I probably instigated it further, I could never keep my mouth shut.
Anyways, it’s finally time to show those assholes up. As I leave the TSA check-in, I see my mother waiting for me. “Hey honey, it’s so good to see you!” she says. My mother hasn’t changed a bit. Still has the brighter than the sun smile, with the natural curves and her golden blonde hair. She hasn’t aged a bit.
I pull her in a hug, lifting her off the ground. “It’s good to see you too, mom.”
After I let go of her, she holds me at arm’s length and gives me the motherly once over. “I like the new hairstyle. Short on the side and long on the top, it’s so professional! You look so grown up with the well-kept beard. My baby’s all grown up!”
“Thanks, mom.”
We walk over to grab my bag as she fills me in on all the gossip our small town thrives on. “Lucy found out her husband was having an affair with another man, she kicked him out! It’s been the talk of the town!”
“Sounds like some things never change,” I mutter.
“You can say that again, of course, everyone has pretty much ostracized Greg since they found out he’s gay. I don’t see a problem with him being gay, it’s the whole cheating thing that bothers me,” she carries on. My mother has never been one to judge a person based on sexual orientation or anything like that, she’s fairly open-minded… But she takes honesty very seriously. Betray her trust and you’ve earned a spot on her shit list, especially since my dad cheated on her many times over. That’s why he’s no longer in the picture.
“I feel so bad for Lucy, she’s such a nice woman and to go through the shame of being cheated on… It’s just so sad,” she says as I grab my luggage and we make our way out to her car.
“Kai, you know I don’t care if you’re gay, right? But you better promise me no matter who you start dating, never ever cheat on them!” Even though I’m not gay, everyone seems to think I am for whatever odd reason. I’ve dealt with it my entire life, I’ve kind of just go along with it now.
“Mom, I’m not that kind of guy,” I tell her kiddingly. “Give me a little credit, will ya?”
“You’re right, I raised a good boy,” she says as she opens the trunk and I set my bag inside.
“So where do you want to go to eat?” my mother asks as we get into her car.
“Hmmm, so many choices… How about that Chinese place I love!?” I ask.
“Sorry honey, it closed last year…”
“What!? No way!” I can’t believe they would close! They’ve been open since as long as I can remember…
“I was just as surprised as you were… Hey, there’s this new Mexican bar downtown. Want to try it out?” she asks.
“Sure, why not.”
It takes us an hour to get to our little town from the airport and we finally arrive downtown. Mom parks the car in a small lot and pays the meter. It was only a couple of blocks to the little Mexican restaurant, called the Cantina. It’s a small little joint, in the back alley behind the main strip through downtown. My mom calls it cute. It’s a blend of different colors, bringing out the stylish Hispanic culture with all sorts of decorations from little Mexican sombreros in the center of each table to the ponchos the wait staff wear. Truly makes you feel as if you were in Mexico. It was sort of busy, but we managed to get a seat at the outside dining area.
“So, how is work going?” my mom asks as we browse the menu.
“Ehh… I’m making good money, but I still feel like I’m at the bottom of the totem pole. I mean come on, I’ve been working there for 4 years now. I’ve pulled more than my fair share of work and yet I feel like I still get no respect,” I tell her.
“Oh don’t worry hun, you’ll get there. It takes time. Just keep plugging away.”
“I don’t know, I’ve been thinking of leaving for a while now,” I admit.
“If that’s how you feel, then you should do it. I would just have something lined up before you just up and quit,” my mother says.
“You’re right.” The waitress comes over and takes our orders. I get the three cheese quesadilla and a beer. My mom orders a tossed Mexican salad and a margarita.
“So… Any special girl in your life? Or guy?” she asks.
“Like I have time for a relationship with this job. I’m working 60 hours a week.” The waitress brings us our drinks and I take a sip of my beer. I notice a cute girl sitting by herself at the bar. She’s got short dark brown hair, shaved on one side. She’s sporting a black skirt with black leggings and a pair of black knee-high boots. She’s got on a pink tank top and that’s when I notice she’s kind of ripped, especially for being so small.
The waitress brings out our order and we both dig in. It’s so delicious. Wow. The three different kinds of cheeses blend together in perfect melted harmony and you can taste each of the three kinds of cheese. “Oh my god, this is so good! How’s yours?” I ask.
“Oh it’s amazing,” she says.
It doesn’t take us long before we finish up. The waitress drops off the bill after she picks up our empty plates. I pull out my credit card and pay before my mom gets a chance to.
“Oh honey, you don’t have to pay when you’re at home,” she says.
“No mom, I should definitely pay. It’s not like I can’t afford it. Besides, who else am I going to spoil with all my money?”
“You’re too kind.”
“Hey, I think I’m going to hit up the bars and see if I can run into some of my old classmates if that’s alright with you.”