The envelope smelled vaguely familiar.   The scent reminded me of fresh lemons.  I recognized the handwriting, how the "S" looped so elegantly.  Yes, this envelope was unmistakably from my first lover.

Our 20th Class Reunion was scheduled for the last week in June and I had no intentions of attending.  I had no desire to return to a place that held memories of the past.  I had moved on, no need to return. However, this envelope contained an invitation from the first woman who ever kissed me.  This invitation was from the first woman who made my toes curl. Carlissa! The beautiful golden stationary was a handwritten personal invite to revisit our past.

In her letter, she said that she visited our class reunion website and hadn't seen my name on the list of attendees.  Carlissa was writing to request my presence to step back in time.  Her invitation went on to say that she wanted to talk to me personally if the written invitation didn't convince me to attend the reunion.

Mind you, the last time Lissa issued me an invite, I spent three satisfying nights caught up in her rapture. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every moment of being hypnotized by her stare, her embrace, her everything. That time spent loving Lissa was and still is, 20 years later, the most sensual time I have ever spent with anyone. 

Lissa and I met when we were seniors in High School. We were both 18, I was the Honor Society nerd and she was the beautiful cheerleader.  She transferred to my hometown when her parents divorced.  She was the new "Fly Girl" in school.  She had all the brothers sweating her and the sisters too.  Lissa was gorgeous.

One day while in the library with my nose buried in a book, I sensed someone behind me.  It was a just a feeling initially, then I smelled her presence.  The fresh scent of lemons wafted across my nose.  I quickly turned around and she was staring directly in my face.

I asked her, "Can I help you?"  She smiled and said, "I'm hoping you can help me, but first I need your phone number."  She caught me off guard so I just laughed and said, "Excuse me."  Needless to say, Lissa got the digits and I got a taste of Lissa.  We dated secretly for the remainder of the school year, she went to California for Design School and I went to New York for Business School.  We kept in touch briefly, but after about a year we lost contact.

Now 20 years later, she wants to see me.  I think to myself how much I enjoyed being with her. The thought of her made me smile so I decide to call the number she left in her invitation. I pick up the phone and dial her number without giving any thought to the fact that she's in California, which is still 3 hours behind EST.  She answers and her voice is very groggy.  Instantly, I remember waking up to that voice.

I clear my throat and say, "hello beautiful one."  She smiles, I hear it in her voice, she says "hello beautiful two."  We used to say that to each other when we were toigether.  There is a moment of silence, which I like because it means I affected her as much as she did me.

Finally, I tell her I received her invitation but I still needed convincing.  Still smiling, she says, "Now you know you want to see me as much as I want to see you, so please come."  How could I resist that? She was totally right!  I wanted to see her again.  I told her I would be there.

Two weeks passed and it was time to step back in time.  Thursday morning I caught the Redeye from Westchester to Newark and got a rental car to drive the remaining 150 or so miles.  I received an offer from family in Jersey to pick me up at the airport but I declined because I wanted the time alone to gather my thoughts.

Upon arrival at the hotel, the concierge said I had a message.  I grabbed my key, the message and followed the bellhop to the elevators. When I walked into my room there was a beautiful gold and black box on the desk.  I opened it to find a delicate gold chain with my school ring attached.  I knew Lissa was behind this.  We exchanged rings the day we said goodbye.

I tipped the Bellhop and kicked off my shoes.  My phone rang but by the time I reached it, it stopped. My plan was to take a hot bubble bath, a power nap then go meet Lissa at 9:00 p.m. downstairs in the lobby.  Since this was a free night, Lissa and I planned to have dinner at our favorite old spot The Swedes Inn.

As I ran hot water in the Jacuzzi bathtub, I unpacked my bags.  I didn't realize I packed so many things, but I guess the thought of seeing Lissa got me excited and I may have over packed just a bit.   I laughed to myself when I saw the ten pair of black panties I had packed.   Lissa loved me in black.  She used to say that seeing the black silk against my ass made her instantly wet. 

Just as I sat back to relax in the Jacuzzi I heard a knock at the door.  I quickly grabbed a robe and wrapped it around my wet body. I asked who it was and she said, "Lissa."  I took a quick glance in the mirror and fixed my hair. I made a mental note to thank my stylist for cleaning up my locs.  I opened the door and let her in.  Lissa stepped into the room, put her arms around my neck and kissed me gently on the lips. I caught a wisp of her familiar clean scent, like lemons on a summer day.  She pulled me closer to her and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around her waist and breathed in the scent of her.  I wanted to hold on to this moment forever.

When Lissa finally let go, she stepped back and looked at me.  She smiled and said to me, "You are far more beautiful two then I remember."  I told her that she was still the beautiful one.  She smiled and I caught a glimpse of those beautiful dimples that once captured my heart.

I closed the door and told her that I was about to get a bath; she suggested that I go ahead and relax.  She stated that she wasn't in a hurry so I had plenty of time.  I told her to come back in an hour but she said she'd rather stay and talk with me while I finished my bath.

That was fine with me because I suddenly felt an urge to ask her a million questions.  As I stepped back into the bath, the water had cooled so I let some drain out and ran more hot water.  I sank deep into the tub, reached for the jets but quickly realized if I turned the jets on that I wouldn't be able to hear honey coated voice.  Not wanting to miss anything she said, I just sat back listening to her sexy ass tell me about the past 20 years.

As we were talking about college, Lissa came into the bathroom.  She sat on the edge of the tub and asked if I wanted her to wash my back.  Without giving it a second thought, I turned my back to her.  I hear her undressing and feel her step into the tub with me. Next thing I feel are her nipples gently brushing my back.  She takes the sponge and slowly squeezes the hot water down my spine.

It's as if we never missed a beat.  She takes her soft lips and places kisses all over my back, my neck, my ears and my shoulders.  I feel my pussy starting to ache for her.  I feel my clit swelling and my nipples tightening.  I turn around to face her and we kiss. We kiss hard and desperate.  Our kiss is filled with twenty years of missed passion.

I reach up to touch her firm breasts.  I take my fingers and gently caress her hard nipples and she moans.  I remember that moan.  I whisper in her ear, "I've missed you."  She arches her back and pushes her breasts to me.  I see that as an invitation to devour what was once my favorite pastime.

I feel Lissa's hands in between my thighs.  Her thumb is pushing my pussy lips apart while her index finger is slowly massaging my clit.  I don't want to rush this reunion so I tell Lissa that we should get dressed for dinner.  She sighs disappointedly but agrees and steps out of the Jacuzzi.  I can't help notice how good Mother Nature has been to this woman.

Her ass is as firm and round as it was twenty years ago.  Her legs are long and honey brown and I can tell she still works out regularly.  When she turns around to help me out of the Jacuzzi I notice she is still shaved.  I spent many nights nuzzling that clean-shaven pussy and I feel the urge to go revisit that spot.  I tell her, "On second thought, let me taste you."  She pulls me to the bedroom, pulls the covers completely off the bed.   Lissa has this thing about making love on nothing but the sheet.

She sits back on the bed and spreads her legs I notice her clit is pierced.  Tension inside my pussy is mounting.  Desire has intensified.  I kneel down in front of her and spread her legs wide.  I look up and she kisses me deeply.  I feel her hard tongue dancing with mine and I want her.  I want to be deep inside of her.

I gently kiss my way down her body, stopping slowly to lick each nipple.  First I lick her right nipple, then her left nipple. I hear a moan escape from her gentle mouth, I look up to see her head tilt back in ecstasy.

She moans, "I want you so bad Cee. I have thought of nothing else since you called.  I've missed the taste of you. I've missed the you."

I continue kissing my way down her belly, pausing to lick inside her beautiful love button. I get to the top of her pussy and I stop.  I look up to see her beautiful face and she's looking down at me with a longing I have not seen in 20 years.  She starts rubbing my back and begging me to taste her.

I open her pussy with my tongue; damn she tastes just like I remember, only sweeter. I feel her thrust her hips at me.  Her pussy is so wet, the moisture drips onto my tongue.

I take my forefinger and rub her clit.  She growls.  I love it when she growls, that means she's ready to cum.  I don't want her to cum too fast. It's been twenty years.

I stand her up and tell her to get on all fours.  She gets in the middle of the bed on her hands and her knees.  She starts gyrating those hips at me.  She's moaning my name and begging me to take her.  I crawl up behind her and lick her ass gently.  I take a finger, stick it in my mouth then rub my moist finger over her asshole.  I feel her push back against me.  I hear her saying, "Yes baby, right there."  I lick her ass and slide my tongue down to her wet pussy.

I tug at that clit ring and she moans, "Yes baby, right there."  I run my tongue gently over her clit ring and stick two fingers in her ass.  I suck on her clit, making sure to gently tug that ring every time I go up.  I feel her fucking my fingers in her ass.  She is taking my hand pushing them deeper in her ass.  I stick three fingers in her ass and I know she's about to come.

I feel her clit swelling up inside my mouth.  I tug harder at that ring.  She throws her head back and reaches her full climax.  I bite down on her clit and she cums all over my face.

She is lying there fully spent.  Totally satisfied. She pulls me up to her and kisses me gently on my mouth.  She says that I taste good enough to eat.  I whisper in her ear, "I'm all yours."

Lissa and I spent the entire weekend reminiscing and making love.  She and I decided we wanted to give our relationship another chance.  She moved to New York and we have been living together every since the reunion.  Although we never made it to the official class reunion, ours is a reunion that we relive everyday.

The End

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