The Reunion with My High School Friends Got Out of Hand
It had been years since I’d seen most of them. A stray message in a social media group, one of those that almost never goes anywhere, was what finally brought us back together: the high school friends, the old crew, the ones we used to tell absolutely everything during breaks. We agreed to meet the first weekend of March, near downtown, not really knowing what to expect.
In the end there were two girls and six guys. Another friend canceled at the last minute, so it was Nadia and me among so many men. Nadia had gotten divorced the year before and lived alone in a spacious apartment, perfect for all of us to fit without crowding each other, so we decided to do it at her place.
We ate, toasted, and caught up. Who had gotten married, who was still single, who was doing well at work. We still got along just as well as we had at seventeen. Marcos arrived with a couple of bottles of tequila and another of vodka “for after lunch,” and that “after” came around lightning fast.
With a few drinks in us, the conversation got sentimental. Nadia talked about her divorce, and Tomás, who had also come out of a separation, went along with her. We listened for a while, until she got up and went to the kitchen for more ice.
Twenty minutes passed and she still hadn’t come back. The rest of us were still singing old songs, laughing at photos someone was pulling up on their phone. I found it weird that she was taking so long, so I offered to go look for her.
I pushed open the kitchen door and froze in the doorway. Nadia was against the counter, with Tomás on top of her, kissing her like he wanted to eat her alive. I should have left right away. But I didn’t.
I stood there watching for a moment, pure prurient fascination, that curiosity you know is wrong and still can’t turn off. Tomás had already unbuttoned her blouse when I snapped out of it and turned back around to give them some space.
Bad luck: the others were right behind me, all bunched up, heading for the kitchen.
“Wait!” I blurted out, planting myself in the hallway. “Let’s go back to the living room, we still have a lot to catch up on.”
“Okay, but first we’re going for ice, Cami,” Iván said, trying to get past me. “Come with us.”
“I’ll bring it, you guys sit down,” I insisted.
They nodded and started backing up. Or so I thought. When I peeked into the kitchen again, as discreetly as I could, the scene had escalated: Nadia was on her knees in front of Tomás, mouth full and eyes closed. It took me a couple of seconds to figure out how to interrupt and get the damn ice.
No need. By then all six guys were behind me, looking over my shoulder.
“Guys! What are you doing?” Iván blurted out.
Nadia and Tomás sprang apart, trying to cover themselves with the first thing they found. He went red to the ears and reached for his pants, which had been left on the table.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he muttered.
And we all burst out laughing. Between the alcohol and our usual comfort with each other, the embarrassment didn’t last long.
“Relax, Tomás, it’s no big deal,” Lucas said, amused. “We used to watch porn together during recess. Cami and Nadia used to sit with us and watch too.”
“Exactly, it’s fine,” I added. “Go back to what you were doing, we’re heading back to the living room.”
But the mood had already changed. We sat back down, and after a while Nadia and Tomás joined us, still flushed, which made things a little tense. Lucas, who never knew how to keep quiet, was the one who broke the ice.
“All right, enough awkwardness. Let’s play spin the bottle, but instead of kisses or dares, whoever loses takes off a piece of clothing. Whoever spins it gives the orders, whoever it points to obeys.”
The truth was that running into Nadia and Tomás had turned all of us on. You could see it in the looks, in how we’d all gone suddenly quiet. Nobody objected.
***
Marcos brought over an empty bottle and we started. The first to spin it was Nadia, and she pointed at me.
“All right, friend,” she said with a crooked smile. “Easy: take off your blouse.”
I laughed and complied without saying a word. Several of them kept staring at my cleavage more than was decent — I’ve always had big breasts and never minded when it showed — so I shifted a little to give them something to look at.
I spun next and it landed on Iván. Wanting to raise the temperature, I made him take off his pants. The surprise was on our side: Iván had filled out a lot since the last time, and everything showed under his boxer briefs.
“Let’s skip the rounds,” he said, not waiting for the bottle to spin again. “I’m going to say what we’re all thinking. Seeing you in the kitchen got us horny. We were always talking about sex, watching it together… let’s just do it. Anyone who wants to can get naked. Anyone who doesn’t can leave, no problem.”
There was a silence that felt endless. But I was dying for it, and the idea of doing it all together sounded too tempting to pretend otherwise. I stood up and started with the tight jeans I was wearing. Everyone watched as I pulled them down.
I took off my bra and let my breasts go free. Iván and Marcos’ eyes went wide, and they started stripping off their shirts while I finished taking off my last piece. Within seconds, almost everyone was naked. Only Nadia was still seated, red-faced, motionless.
“What do you say?” Lucas asked her.
“I don’t know…” she answered, biting her lip.
I knew my friend well. I knew she was just as horny as I was; back in school we’d kissed in secret more than once, shown each other our tits while laughing. She just needed a little push. I stepped closer, took her by the arms, wrapped them around my waist, and kissed her.
She responded instantly. In seconds she was already grabbing my ass and sliding her tongue into my mouth, and I was taking her clothes off. The guys started touching themselves while watching us, edging closer little by little.
“All right now, get on all fours,” Bruno said, his voice rough.
Nadia and I broke apart and did as we were told. Three of them positioned themselves behind me and the other three with her, off to the side, on the rug.
***
Lucas put his cock in front of my mouth and I started sucking him. I’ve always liked doing that, and that afternoon I had three all to myself, with my friend just inches away doing the same. Bruno pressed against my cunt and licked me slowly; I wanted to moan, but with my mouth occupied I couldn’t, so I let myself out by stroking Marcos’ cock with my hand.
Beside me, Nadia was moving from one to another, taking turns between Diego and Tomás, while Iván licked her ass. Every so often we’d catch each other’s eyes and smile. We both knew what it meant: back in high school we’d confessed to each other that one of our fantasies was for our friends to fuck us at the same time. It was a secret only she and I shared, and there it was, becoming real.
I lay back on the rug because I couldn’t stand the need anymore, and I asked Bruno — who had his fingers inside me — to put it in already. He settled between my legs and started fucking me, and at last I could moan to my heart’s content. Marcos and Lucas latched onto my breasts, biting them, sucking them, and whispering things in my ear that turned me on even more.
In the background I could hear Nadia. I knew her moan even if I couldn’t see her; I’d known that sound since school, from the times I’d kept lookout while she slipped away with someone to an empty classroom. Knowing that we were both doing the same thing, in the same room, made me feel like I was on a thousand.
Lucas lifted me gently and carried me over to the sofa. I pulled Marcos toward me, laid him down, and sat on top of him; I rode him a few times because he didn’t seem to be getting into it. Then I leaned forward, spread myself open with my hands, and told Lucas, who was behind me:
“What are you waiting for? I want to feel both of you at once.”
He settled in and entered me from behind. I couldn’t hold it in and had a long orgasm, the kind that leaves you shaking. Marcos and Lucas found their rhythm, one in front and one in back, and all I could do was ask for more. Bruno stood in front of me and filled my mouth; I was completely occupied, all three of them at once, and I didn’t want anyone to stop.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Nadia, just as surrendered as I was, moaning among hers. We were both enjoying it like never before.
We kept going like that for several minutes, until Marcos said he was about to finish. He thrust hard, pulled out and went back in, and ended with a grunt. When he stepped away, Lucas turned me over, spread my legs and shoved himself into me again. He was thicker, and I could feel it. Marcos went to get some water while I kept busy with the others.
“Ask me for it,” Lucas whispered in my ear, thrusting deeper.
“Stay inside, don’t pull out,” I answered without thinking. “Fuck me good.”
He pressed himself to my breasts, left marks on me with his mouth, and after a while he finished too. I felt incredible, having two in the same afternoon. And Bruno was still left, who put me on my side on the couch and bit my ear.
“You’re my favorite,” he murmured. “Ever since school I used to imagine having you like this.”
“You got so hot, Cami,” he added, squeezing my breasts while rubbing my clit with his fingers.
He fucked me hard, never stopping touching me, until he came. I was left exhausted, wrecked, perfectly fucked. I lay on my side on the sofa while the others poured themselves water and we watched Iván ride Nadia: he was the only one left. She was rubbing herself, squeezing her nipples, until he finished. Diego and Tomás had already come before him.
***
Nadia found me with her eyes and we both dropped onto the rug together, sticky, exhausted, laughing softly. We stayed like that for a while, holding each other, while the guys caught their breath on the sofas.
After a while she looked into my eyes and kissed me. I kissed her back, and almost without meaning to we ended up tangled together, rubbing against each other. I touched her breasts — smaller than mine, with large dark areolas — and she returned every caress. We were still too sensitive, and within a couple of minutes we came together, just like we’d fantasized at seventeen.
We showered in turns, dressed, and went back out to the living room as if nothing had happened, to keep talking for a while before saying goodbye. That said, we didn’t leave without promising to do it again: the reunion, the orgy, or both.
What I can tell you is that, since then, Nadia has kept seeing Tomás, and I’ve kept seeing Marcos. And when she and I meet alone, we still kiss. Some of those high school fantasies became real, and I get the feeling this is only the beginning.
