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'Open Arms' by Johnathan Cain and Steve Perry.


Reunion 
Dancer 2001

I made the mistake of going to my 15th high school reunion. 
Why, I don't know. Maybe I forgot to take my medication. 
Maybe I wanted to torture myself over old memories. Maybe, 
just maybe, I wanted everyone who treated me like shit to 
realize *I* was the most successful, the richest, the most 
famous graduate of my tiny high school.

I stood off to one side of the gymnasium. It was decorated 
like a school dance with streamers everywhere. I wasn't 
wearing the 'Hello my name is' sticker. I hadn't changed 
much since graduation and I wanted the people here to 
figure out who I was. The first person to approach me was 
Chad Elway, football-baseball-wrestling star. "Hey, you're 
Nancy Swanson. I remember you had a crush on me all through 
school."

My eyes looked through him, like he wasn't there. It made 
people nervous and forget what they were saying. Chad 
frowned at me, perturbed at my not speaking to him. He 
walked away, shaking his head and muttering about what a 
bitch I was. I leaned against the wall with one knee cocked 
out and the sole of my foot resting along the yellowed 
bricks. Another guy came over to where I was, carrying a 
plastic punch-filled cup in one hand. "Hey, Nance, how's it 
hanging?"

"Hey yourself, Rob," I said. Rob Carlton was the editor of 
the school paper and golf jock for four years. He drank his 
punch, standing beside me.

"I read your books. They're good."

"T-N-T-K," I replied.

"What?"

"T-N-T-K. Short for 'that's nice to know'."

"Sounds like the call letters for a radio station."

"Only when spelled backwards and west of the Mississippi." 
I turned toward him slightly. "Don't you have someone else 
to pester?"

"I like pestering you," Rob told me with a quick smile. I 
punched a fist into his biceps, good-naturedly, but it felt 
really nice to hit him. I did it again and again. Rob 
wasn't fazed one bit. He retaliated with slaps until I 
cried uncle. I glanced into his face, wondering if he knew 
I hit him because I liked him...a lot. "Nance, how come you 
beat me up in school?"

My face grew hot and flushed. Apparently Rob didn't have a 
clue how I felt about him, then and now. I shrugged my 
shoulders and let my gaze fall to the floor. "Cause I liked 
you."

"You had a funny way of showing it."

"What do you want? You were going with Jen. I couldn't 
exactly come out and say, 'Rob, I really think you're hot 
and I wanna go out with you'."

"What about prom?"

"What about it?" I planted my hands on my hips.

Rob leaned down, his mouth hovering over mine. "I danced 
with you whenever a Journey song was played, remember?"

"I was too busy enjoying being in your arms." My hand flew 
to my mouth when I realized what spilled out. I ran from 
Rob and out of the gym. My feet echoed through the hallways 
as I raced toward the front doors. My hands touched the 
handle of the door but I didn't open it. Instead, I walked 
back until I hit a row of lockers and I slid down to the 
floor. I curled my arms around my bent knees and rested my 
forehead against them.

The tears didn't come, like I expected them to. I mentally 
kicked myself for running away and not knowing what Rob was 
thinking about what I told him. I heard somebody coming and 
I looked up. It was Rob. He stood in front of me, holding 
his hands out. His voice was shaky as he sang softly, "'I 
come to you, with open arms...'" I placed my hands in his 
and stood up. He pulled me close and draped my arms around 
his neck, then settled his own along my waist.

I lifted my mouth and brushed a gentle kiss against his 
full lips. His grip tightened at the touch. He shoved me 
hard upon the lockers and swooped down to capture my lips. 
We erupted, frantically groping and fondling each other in 
the hallway, not caring about anything except ourselves. I 
unzipped his fly and stroked his cock erect. His hand 
touched my pussy and he whispered, "No panties?"

"I'm glad I wore a skirt," I moaned as he teased the seam 
of my cunt lips.

"God, you're wet." Rob hoisted my ass up and brought me 
over his cock, sheathing the satiny hardness with my heat. 
I clung to his body and hung on for dear life as he thrust 
deep inside me.

"You're so big, Rob," I gasped between thrusts. He grunted 
a reply. It hadn't felt this great with any of my other 
boyfriends. Maybe it was the location, getting it on in the 
main hall where anybody could see us. Rob was moving in and 
out quickly and my little cries of delight were getting 
louder and louder. I bit hard on his shoulder, sinking my 
teeth through the fabric of his jacket and shirt.

Rob nuzzled into my neck and bit me hard. A closet 
masochist, I must be, because my body shuddered and I came 
immediately. I whimpered into his shoulder, my fingers 
clawing at his blonde hair. With one last stroke, Rob shot 
his cum into my pussy, panting hard. His kissed the 
darkening bruise he caused. "Did you...?" he gasped.

I nodded quickly. "Uh-huh." He drew his head back and gazed 
into my face. His blue eyes were dark from passion and I 
knew mine were a deep jade color.

"Sorry about your neck." He ran the tip of one finger over 
the hickey.

I smiled shyly. "It's okay."

"I shouldn't have been so hasty," Rob told me. "I didn't 
use any protection."

"Then it won't matter if we did it again." I watched him 
chuckle and felt the cock in me twitch. I rubbed a foot 
over his khaki covered ass.

"We'll find somewhere else this time." He eased out and 
helped me get on my feet. He stuffed his cock back into his 
trousers, then grabbed my hand. We hurried down the hall, 
looking for an unlocked classroom. We found one and went 
inside, locking the door behind us. I unbuttoned my blouse 
and undid the front clasp of my bra. Rob removed his jacket 
and shirt, then swept everything off the teacher's desk. I 
sat on the wooden surface with my skirt bunched up 
underneath my hips.

Rob stood between my parted thighs and dropped trou. I saw 
he was average length and semi-erect. I carefully stroked 
his cock and he reached up to play with my tits. He tweaked 
both nipples and I moaned. I guided his cockhead to my 
slick hole and wetted it with my cum. He plunged in to his 
balls and buried his face in my cleavage. His mouth suckled 
the sensitive peaks, laving his tongue in circles. "Rob, 
yesss," I sighed.

My knees came up involuntarily, granting him access to my 
pussy. He stroked slowly at first, then speeded up when he 
couldn't hold back any longer. The fantasies I entertained 
about Rob seducing me in journalism class were coming true. 
I ran my palms over his hairless chest, urging him to fuck 
me harder. He complied, pumping into me ruthlessly until he 
spilled his seed. I stared at his scrunched up face as he 
came.

Rob collapsed on top of me, our bodies damp with sweat. I 
wrapped my arms around him and committed this moment to 
memory. "I'm spayed," I blurted out.

He raised his head and looked at me. "What?"

"I'm fixed. I had my tubes tied a long time ago." I toyed 
with a lock of his hair. "And I'm clean. I don't have any 
sexual diseases."

"Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me." Rob snuggled his arms 
under my back and planted a kiss between my breasts. "You 
know, if you bothered to come to the other reunions, we 
could've done this years ago."

"I wasn't ready to see everybody then."

"Scared?"

"Uh-huh." I moved my fingers to his collarbone, touching 
the skin there. "I was a nobody in high school and I 
promised myself I wouldn't come back until I was rich and 
famous."

"I never thought you were a nobody," he whispered before 
brushing a kiss over my mouth. "I thought you were smart 
and funny and pretty. If I could have broken it off with  
Jen..." He didn't bother to finish. We both knew what he 
was going to say. "I think of you whenever I hear 'Open 
Arms' by Journey."

"Well, 'Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'' reminded me of you."

"And Jen."

"Yeah, and Jen." I was silent for a while before asking, 
"What happened to Jen after the prom, anyway?"

"She ran off with Dylan Harper."

I shuddered. "Eew! Dylan the Dork?"

"Jen always went after the biggest dick in school," Rob 
said with a grin.

"So, the rumors were true. Dylan was hung like a horse."

"I wouldn't know," he retorted, rubbing his nose against 
mine. "I never looked." Our laughter mingled together. "Do 
you want to go back to my place?"

"Sure, why not?" He got off me and helped me to my feet. We 
dressed ourselves and left the room. I peeked back in 
through the glass window in the door. "I bet whoever's desk 
that is is going to wonder what the hell happened to his 
stuff."

Rob drew me against him, my back to his front. "I think 
he'll understand."

I half-turned and poked him in the stomach. "Whose is it? 
Tell me!"

"Mine," he said just before he kissed me.

End

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Editor's Postscript: Awwwwww; makes me wish I'd taken 
journalism in college.  Now I gotta go through Dancer's 
yearbook and kill the editors of the school paper. ;)

Oh, and as always, comments on Dancer's stories can be 
sent to me at <empath69@my-deja.com>  Praise will be 
gleefully forwarded to her, while groundless criticism 
and flames will be chewed up, swallowed and thence 
ignored. :)


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