Straight Male / 48
Our graduation class of 1968 was a small class, there were only 28 students our senior year. Five boys and 23 girls. One of the boys turned out to be gay and he went to work as an airline attendant, one of the boys was killed in a traffic accident, I went to college, the other two boys went to work in blue collar jobs. Of the girls only one went to college and she became an English teacher. The other girls married or went off to work somewhere and it wasn't my place to follow up. We had our 50th High School reunion and all the ones that are alive showed up.
It was a quiet affair, everyone's life having been so different. I managed to do well for myself, not rich but certainly well off. My school mate guys are good at their skill sets and still work, but by far they are not well off, mistakes, bad decisions, and low paying jobs taking away their chance for a retirement without worries. The women, some are married, others went through marriage and divorce and a couple never got married and that left my classmate who became a school teacher. The two of, the only ones with college degrees sat at the same table staring at each other.
She asked me if I remembered the day she got down and she couldn't cover herself and I saw her panties. We were in the tenth grade. I said I sure did. She asked me if I remembered the day when we were on a field trip and I told her I had a boner and she sat with me on the bus until it subsided. I sure did. She asked me if I remembered when we were in the seventh grade and I had to kiss her playing spin the bottle. I sure did. She asked me if I remembered our first car date and how we had gone to the makeout spot and no one was there because it wasn't the makeout spot. She asked if I remembered how I had put my hand in her shirt and touched her tit. She asked if I remembered when we were seniors in college and we had gone to the movies to see Young Frankenstein and she had held my naked boner in her hand while we watched the movie. I sure did. She asked if I remembered taking her to my friend's apartment and laying her on her back on his bed and taking advantage of her. I sure did. She asked me why I didn't marry her.
I didn't have an answer, she was destined to marry me but I never asked her and after I went to work and she went to work she and I remained friends and one day I married a girl I had met at work. She spent her life never having been married and I spent my life married to the wrong person. I don't think I ever loved my wife, my wife was just in love with the idea of being married. We divorced after 30 plus years. But here we were 50 years after graduating from high school and I apologized to her for wasting her life and mine and we got up and went to the hotel room and we had sex. We made it official, we are married and we are both healthy senior members of society, I have my life well taken care of and she has her pension from Teacher's Union and we spend our days traveling, and having sex. No lights on in the room, it is all under the covers, but it is sex and to tell you that it is the best sex of my life is not an exaggeration. And yes, this time I am pretty sure that I am in love, and I know for sure that she is in love. In fact I know I am in love and I was always in love with her.
It was a quiet affair, everyone's life having been so different. I managed to do well for myself, not rich but certainly well off. My school mate guys are good at their skill sets and still work, but by far they are not well off, mistakes, bad decisions, and low paying jobs taking away their chance for a retirement without worries. The women, some are married, others went through marriage and divorce and a couple never got married and that left my classmate who became a school teacher. The two of, the only ones with college degrees sat at the same table staring at each other.
She asked me if I remembered the day she got down and she couldn't cover herself and I saw her panties. We were in the tenth grade. I said I sure did. She asked me if I remembered the day when we were on a field trip and I told her I had a boner and she sat with me on the bus until it subsided. I sure did. She asked me if I remembered when we were in the seventh grade and I had to kiss her playing spin the bottle. I sure did. She asked me if I remembered our first car date and how we had gone to the makeout spot and no one was there because it wasn't the makeout spot. She asked if I remembered how I had put my hand in her shirt and touched her tit. She asked if I remembered when we were seniors in college and we had gone to the movies to see Young Frankenstein and she had held my naked boner in her hand while we watched the movie. I sure did. She asked if I remembered taking her to my friend's apartment and laying her on her back on his bed and taking advantage of her. I sure did. She asked me why I didn't marry her.
I didn't have an answer, she was destined to marry me but I never asked her and after I went to work and she went to work she and I remained friends and one day I married a girl I had met at work. She spent her life never having been married and I spent my life married to the wrong person. I don't think I ever loved my wife, my wife was just in love with the idea of being married. We divorced after 30 plus years. But here we were 50 years after graduating from high school and I apologized to her for wasting her life and mine and we got up and went to the hotel room and we had sex. We made it official, we are married and we are both healthy senior members of society, I have my life well taken care of and she has her pension from Teacher's Union and we spend our days traveling, and having sex. No lights on in the room, it is all under the covers, but it is sex and to tell you that it is the best sex of my life is not an exaggeration. And yes, this time I am pretty sure that I am in love, and I know for sure that she is in love. In fact I know I am in love and I was always in love with her.
