Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2002 12:28:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Reunion, part 1

The Reunion

This story is a shared writing experience, created by
Joni <ja36d@yahoo.com> and Selena
<selenaanders@yahoo.com>.  Parts by Joni begin with
1).  Parts by Selena begin with 2).

1)
Stacy stepped from her car. Grabbing her overnight bag
and make-up kit, she walked briskly from the parking
ramp into the hotel with great anticipation. It had
been ten years since she graduated from high school
and she was looking forward to the reunion. She
registered at the front desk and got to her room in
just a few minutes. During the ride up the elevator,
she wondered. Would Jane be there? She hoped so.

2)
The pretty clerk at the check in desk glanced at the
credit card, "Ms. Stacy Clemens? I believe I have a
message waiting for you. A Ms. Jane Rogers wants you
to contact her in room 1231, so I have taken the
liberty of assigning you to room 1233."  The clerk
quickly finished the business of getting Stacy checked
in and, as she handed the credit card back along with
the key card, she momentarily held Stacy's hand
between hers. "My name is Amy, and if there is
anything you need, any little thing at all, just dial
the front desk and I will personally take care of all
your needs."

The phone rang in 1231, and Jane Rogers heard Amy's
voice, "She's here. Should I bring up the champagne?"

Jane laughed her deep throaty laugh and replied, "No,
not yet. Give her a chance to get settled in first.
I'll call you." Jane hung up the phone stretched. It
was time to get out of her lawyer's business suit, and
into something a lot more comfortable.

1)
The key card slipped into its slot on the door easily.
A click sounded and Stacy pushed the door open. As she
walked into the room, she noticed the sweet smell of
perfume. The curtains were drawn shut and a small lamp
was on in the corner of the room. Stacy went over the
reunion plans in her mind.

"Social gathering tonight at Clancey's, a tour of the
old school and the reunion party tomorrow and brunch
on Sunday." she thought. She planned to stay tonight
and tomorrow night, and then return home on Sunday
after brunch. She unpacked and started to hang up her
slacks and top for the reunion party tomorrow. She
decided they would look better if they were pressed
first. She picked up the phone and pressed the button
for the front desk.

Amy answered. She said the dry cleaners usually picked
up in the morning, but she knew an overnight service
that could have Stacy's outfit back first thing in the
morning. "... and they provide excellent service. I
know you will be pleased," she added.

Stacy said that she was planning to run out for a
quick bite and she'd be gone for a while.

"Just leave the outfit on your bed with a note," Amy
suggested. "I'll be up to get them while you are out."

2)
Jane began to disrobe. First went the jacket that was
almost as long as her mid-thigh skirt. Jane was an
exceptional looking woman who had learned to use her
physical assets to intimidate and distract the male
lawyers who dominated her world. She pulled the pins
from her long brunette hair, allowing it to cascade
down over her silk blouse. Swiftly she unbuttoned her
shirt then pulled down the zipper of her skirt.  Both
garments fell to the floor.

Jane was not immune to a certain degree of vanity, so
she turned to admire her 34C-24-35 figure in the hotel
mirror. Her bra was carefully from a "Madonna" line of
lingerie, making her breasts thrust out like bullets
to threaten other lawyers. She wore only crotchless
panty hose, preferring not to allow her woman-scent to
build up inside panties. Her hands drifted over her
breasts, down over her flat tummy to slide down the
crack of her shaven pussy.

But enough of that. It was time to run a quick bath.
Jane walked half-naked into the bathroom and got the
water started, before removing her spike heels,
scanty-hose, and bra. The hotel had provided a tiny
bottle of bubble bath, which she dumped into the
water. Jane had just finished sinking into her bath
and turning off the water, when she heard the click of
a lock at the room next door. She leaned back and
closed her eyes, but her ears were wide open.

Jane could hear the scraping of hangers along a steel
clothes rack. She could hear that a woman was speaking
on the phone, but not make out the words. Was that
Stacy's voice? It must be, because Amy had said she
would book Stacy into the next room. Oh Goddess! It
had been 10 long years since she had seen her first
lover, the beautiful Stacy, and now she was right on
the other side of the hotel room wall! Then the lock
in the next room clicked again. Stacy was going out
somewhere. Would she please not be going far? Would
Stacy please be about to knock on Jane's door?

1)
As she walked toward the elevator, Stacy opened her
small purse to stash the room key. Her eyes fell on
the slightly faded photo. She took it out, held it in
her hand and snapped her purse shut.

Arriving at the elevator, she pressed the "Down"
button. The photo brought back many memories. It
showed two laughing teenaged girls - one a brunette
and one a blonde - at a party. They were hugging and
obviously having a very good time. The photo was of
Stacy and Jane during their freshman year in college.

The elevator car arrived and Stacy stepped on. She
punched the Lobby button and stepped back as the door
closed. The car dropped slowly.  Stacy's mind tripped
back to the first time she met Jane. Tall, thin and
lithe, Stacy was something of an enigma. During high
school she played on the girl's basketball team during
the winter and ran on the track team in the spring.
She loved athletics, but never was "girl jock". Stacy
loved the exhilaration she felt when she pushed her
body full-tilt. At the same time, Stacy loved to draw
and to paint. She carried a sketchpad with her
wherever she went, because she never knew when
inspiration would strike. During her fall term as a
freshman,  her art instructor introduced the class to
live models. For the first few sessions, the models -
male and female - were clothed and were fairly dull as
subjects. On the fourth session, however, Stacy was
inspired. The model was a gorgeous brunette girl.
During the first fifteen minutes, she sat on the stool
in the middle of the room while the class sketched
her.

"Concentrate on the model's face and hair," the
instructor suggested as he guided the students, "Don't
worry about anything else just yet."

Stacy couldn't keep her eyes off the girl. At the same
time, her hand danced on the sketchpad in front of
her.  It was like an angel was guiding her, the vision
and the drawing were melding into one clear image. The
model seemed to spend more time looking at Stacy then
she did looking at any of the other student artists.

At the end of the quarter hour, the instructor called
he students to halt. He signaled the model and she
stepped into his office. "Close your eyes now," he
demanded of the class, "Remember how she looked and
the impressions you got of her. Think of her hair, her
eyes, her nose." Stacy did and she started to get a
nice warm feeling.

There was a rustling noise and the sound of the stool
moving. "Open your eyes now," said the instructor. The
model was sitting on the stool, draped in a bathrobe.
"Your challenge now is to draw the rest of the model,"
he continued. The model stood and made one smooth
motion as she allowed the robe to drop from her body
onto the floor. She sat back on the stool.

"She IS gorgeous," Stacy thought as she allowed her
eyes to drink in the sight of the model's breasts and
her shapely figure.

"DING!!!" It was at this moment that the elevator
reached the lobby level, rudely pulling Stacy from her
memory. The door opened. Stacy stood for a moment. She
took a step, then stopped and pressed "12". The door
closed again.

2)
Jane listened to the footsteps of the woman in 1233,
as they walked past her door toward the elevator. A
tear leaked out of her eye, as she thought that she
would have to cancel that bottle of champagne. She
sank lower into the mountain of bubble bath suds.

Amy had several small chores, updating client accounts
billed from the hotel room service to individual
rooms, but her reception desk had a direct view of the
elevators. One of the doors opened, and there was Ms.
Stacy Clemens. Oh yes, she would have to go up right
away to collect the outfit from the bed of #1233. She
grabbed her master key and headed toward the elevator,
but before she got there she was surprised to see the
woman reach out to press another button, and the
elevator door closed.

Quickly, Amy stabbed the UP button, and soon another
elevator arrived. She pressed '12'.

Jane had decided to just relax and enjoy her bath, and
to put her lustful thoughts about her long-lost Stacy
from her mind. Again her fingertips strayed to her
nipples, and to more intimate places.

Suddenly there was a light and tentative knocking on
the hotel room door. Startled, Jane splashed water and
suds all over the bathroom as she went to peer out
through the security eyehole. Goddess! It was Her!

Amy emerged from her elevator on the 12th floor to see
Ms. Stacy knocking gently on the door of room 1231.
Well, her job was to collect clothing from a different
room and ensure it was properly pressed. She walked
toward the lovely figure of Ms. Stacy as that woman
waited patiently for her knock to be answered. Amy
nodded pleasantly to the hotel guest, and was just
about to walk past her to go to Stacy's room, when the
door of 1231 opened. Amy and Stacy both froze. For
there, in the doorway, was a gorgeous brunette,
dripping water and clad only in soapsuds.

1)
Stacy took in the vision. Jane had only grown more
beautiful. Somewhere, deep inside, old feelings
stirred. The blonde took a slow, deep breath as her
eyes fixed on a small soap bubble that perched at the
very tip of Jane's left nipple. She reached out with
her index finger and popped it. The women laughed.

Stacy stepped in. She took a deep breath and let it
out slowly. Without a word, she leaned forward and
kissed Jane. It was a quick, soft kiss. "Um, hi Jane,"
Stacy whispered, "You look... It's nice..." She took
another deep breath. Slowly, she put her arms around
Jane and pressed their bodies together as she kissed
the brunette again. This was a deep, sensuous kiss; it
was a kiss that spanned all the years of separation
and made them feel like mere seconds had passed.
Jane's hands softly caressed up and down Stacy's back
and moved to her waist. The blonde opened her mouth
just a bit; it was an invitation that Jane understood
and accepted. Her tongue slid between Stacy's lips and
sank into her mouth.

Stacy's head was spinning. Jane's kisses and tender
touches were like heaven. "Why had we fallen apart?"
she wondered. Her fingers dropped to the small of
Jane's back and then lower as her mind returned to the
past.

Stacy and Jane realized their attraction for each
other during that class. They shared a cup of coffee
after, followed by an evening of indescribable
lovemaking. It was as though the two women were
complementary Ying and Yang. Though different in
appearance - Jane's buxom figure and Stacy's
32-"almost A" breasts - and opposite in scholastic
interests - Stacy was a very creative free-spirit
while Jane was a logical, studious and politically
active collegiate - the two shared a deep passion for
each other. They loved their mornings together,
weekends shopping and their nights exploring every
nook and cranny of their bodies.

The separation occurred, not because they fell out of
love. Their career choices led them down different
paths. Each wanted to attend the very best school for
their career. That meant that after their sophomore
year of college, they would change schools. Stacy
traveled to Europe for her art classes. Jane stayed in
the U.S and transferred to an East Coast university,
then attended Law school, where she graduated second
in her class.

"Stacy?" Jane's voice drifted through Stacy's
memories. She returned to reality again. "Stacy?" Jane
paused again. "Do you mind if we close the door?" Jane
asked. "It's a bit chilly out in the hall." She gave
Stacy one more hug - and as she did, Jane gave a sly
wink to Amy, who had been watching all the time.

2)
That single act of Stacy popping a soap bubble on her
nipple gave Jane a hormone rush that made her head
swim. She drew her old lover into the room, still
clinging to her as if breaking contact would let Stacy
magically vanish from her life again. Amy took that
wink as an invitation, and discretely followed,
closing the door behind her.

At 5'11" tall, Stacy was 5 inches taller than her
friend. Even with Jane in bare feet, she towered over
the brunette. Amy, short for Amourette, which means
'little lover', was the same amount shorter than Jane.
Her long wavy hair was a medium brown, with pale
streaks from much time in the sun. Born in Algeria of
Arab and French parents, there was not a trace of a
tan line on her darkish skin. Her compact, petite body
had never gotten over 105 lbs, even on one of her
'fat' days. She watched as the two older women hugged
and kissed, then began to giggle as the water from
Jane's soapy arms began to soak Stacy's blouse, and
then her slacks as Jane's hands cupped her lover's
ass.

Quietly, "Ms. Stacy, you are going to get your clothes
soaked. Why don't you let me hang them up for you?"
Amy suggested. That was all Jane needed. Quickly her
hands ran from Stacy's ass, up her back and over her
shoulders. Jane had to break their kiss and push her
friend just a few inches away in order to let her
hands rest for a moment on her friend's firm little
breasts, before beginning to unbutton her blouse.

Stacy closed her eyes and allowed herself to be slowly
and sensuously stripped. The moment Jane finished
unbuttoning her blouse, Amy whisked it away to place
it precisely on a hanger in the closet. Amy turned
back to where Jane was playing with Stacy's tits
through the totally unnecessary bra. Quickly Amy
unhooked the bra in the back, and it fell away to give
Jane her first view of those lovely pink nipples in
years. Jane didn't have to bend over far to give each
of them a quick suck, while Amy put the bra away in a
nearby drawer, then knelt at Stacy's heels.

With only a little urging, Stacy stepped out of her
shoes, as Jane's tongue slid slowly down her tummy to
the top of her slacks. Hands to waistband. Snap
unsnapped. Zipper unzipped, and Amy was there to help
pull the slacks down those long, lovely legs. Amy
faltered, for there were the perfect globes of the
firmest, creamiest ass she had ever seen, parted only
by the narrow back of a satin thong. She couldn't help
herself, but carefully placed a little kiss in the
exact center of each of those buns, before helping
Stacy step out of her pants.

Jane gazed lovingly up into her long-lost lover's eyes
as Amy efficiently hung up the slacks. Then the scent
of Stacy's womanhood drew her attention inexorably
down to the one remaining scrap of cloth on that long
limber body, and the growing dampness in its crotch.
Jane's hands went to Stacy's hips, while one of Amy's
went to the base of the woman's spine. Together they
drew down that bit of satin, and together their
tongues reached for the treasures revealed.

1)
Stacy was completely naked now, but she felt revealed,
not exposed. She was seeing and being seen by her lost
love. This new woman - Amy - only added to the
excitement as the couple became a trio.

Jane allowed her eyes to drink in everything about her
goddess. Stacy's skin was the color of a soft suntan
without any lines. "She still sunbathes nude," Jane
thought. Letting her eyes continue on their voyage,
Jane felt a stirring in her stomach as they fell on
the view of Stacy's very neatly trimmed pubic hair.
The blonde hairs were cut into a "V" that started at
the point where her labia folds met and rose for about
two or three inches, never becoming more than an inch
wide at the top. It was a cut that would hide behind
the very skimpiest of thongs.

She pressed on the inner side of Stacy's thigh and the
blonde moved her legs apart slightly, improving
Jane's' access. Stacy's inner labia lips were quite
large. The outer lips could not contain them, so they
were always partially exposed. The pink flesh
glistened now and Stacy's internal juices flowed from
her excitement. As Jane thought about that, and the
small piece of cloth that had just covered that part
of Stacy, her tongue made contact with the exposed
woman-flesh; soft skin against soft skin. As she
breathed, the aroma of Goddess' sex wafted into Jane's
nose. It brought back memories of their many nights of
lovemaking so many years ago.

Stacy was glad that her parents had sent her Forsythe,
an exclusive high school. It catered to only the best
and brightest students and,  because it was a private
institution, they could experiment with unusual
teaching techniques that were supposed to accelerate a
student's learning. They also offered the greatest
opportunities for athletic or artistic development. No
public school board would have dared to let freshman
high school art students have nude models - or be a
live nude model. Yet, when the teachers could justify
their ideas with sound reasoning, the Forsythe
administration supported this kind of forward
thinking. They believed that by experiencing life and
its possibilities in the right atmosphere, Forsythe
students would excel in their academics and, as a
result, would become leaders in their public and
personal lives. They were right. Some of the nation's
universities' admissions departments found that
Forsythe's students were between 18 months to two
years ahead of their contemporaries in both academics
and personal development. They almost always graduated
in the top one percent of their university class.

Jane was a highly intelligent freshman who understood
her own beauty and how to use it to her advantage. So
she had offered to be a nude model for the all-girl
art class. It gave her an excuse to show off her
well-toned body to other girls in the school. She
enjoyed the class almost as much as she enjoyed
showers after gym class. There, she could be seen
naked AND see other girls naked, too. It was in the
shower that Jane first saw Stacy. Though Stacy did not
seem to notice the brunette, it was there that Jane
decided she wanted to be with the beautiful goddess. A
slightly different movement brought Stacy back to the
hotel room. Amy's fingers found the opening to Stacy's
pussy. The pink cavern was moist and very inviting.
The diminutive newcomer circled the opening with her
slim fingers, being careful not to scratch the woman
that Jane - her mentor, called "Goddess". At that same
moment, Jane's tongue found Stacy's clitoris. She
licked it from the base of its hood to the exposed,
sensitive tip. Stacy shuddered at this touch. Jane
pushed her face closer; her nose touching the blond
hairs on Stacy's mound as she surrounded the clit with
her lips and gave a gentle suck, drawing it into her
mouth. Oh, the taste was wonderful! Stacy stood, legs
bent slightly as she was being made love to - and
supported from falling by two beautiful women.