High School Reunion (His story)

When I was in High School, I was the only Asian male in school. Being small in stature and equipped with thick glasses alongside a squeaky voice, I didn't receive a lot of female attention. Not even a glance from a girl, until I met Jenn Carcione.

Jenn was a tiny Asian-American girl, about 80-90 lbs standing 5'5" on a good day. There wasn't a curve to her body and aside from a nice smile and long light-brown hair, she didn't have a noticeable attribute. Half Caucasian and half Asian, Jenn didn't fit into our suburban school.

One day, I saw the high school football star John and 2 cheerleaders picking on Jenn. They were insulting her eyes, making jokes in a terrible Cantonese accent and pushing her. Furious, I yelled and stepped in-between Jenn and the others. A teacher heard the commotion and pulled John and the girls into the office. From that day on, I protected her.

After graduating high-school, I let her know she needed to protect herself and build confidence so that she can feel better. She went to the gym daily and began running. While her curves began to take hold, they didn't compare to some of the women in my office. That said, we have been together for almost 10 years and she earned a ring. I proposed November 2021 and got marries May 2022.

In May of 2022, the month of my marriage, I was promoted partner at a major financial firm, I receive the attention from a lot of women in the company. I have always been a nice and generous boss, and even purchased all 6 of my secretaries a GUCCI purse for the holidays. Tina, my most recent hire, an administrative assistant recruited from our top competitor, has been exceptionally helpful around the office.

I remember Tina as she graduated from the same high school as me, but she has no idea I knew of her. Tina was always the wild one in the room. Tina was a cheerleader, so like others, she wore her cheerleading outfit daily. Unlike others, she hiked her skirt a couple extra inches then allowed. When you walked behind her, you could see her bare butt almost entirely exposed. Her G-string must be somewhere inside. When you passed her from the front, you could usually see all the way up her legs, including a glimpse of her thong. She always wore her blonde hair perked up in pigtails. Her thick lips had light lipstick and her large B-cups pushed firmly against her tight top. Whenever I overheard her talking to her friends, she would brag about the boys she got with. There were many nights where I would lie in bed and stroke myself imagining I was one of those lucky guys.

Over the past 10 years, Tina didn't change a bit. She still has huge tits, wears short skirts and shakes her bubble butt when she walks. She no longer keeps her hair in pigtails, but her beautiful blonde hair now lays flat down to her breasts. She wears crop-top push-up yoga shirts without a bra on a daily basis. While this is not appropriate, I let it slide because, well, I'm horny and I like seeing her nipples.

On my wedding night, all I could think about was fucking Tina instead of my wife. I asked my wife to wear skimpy clothing, like Tina would, and I would fuck my wife from behind on a regular basis imagining my wife was Tina. This helped me cum quickly.

I convinced my wife to join me at our 10-year reunion, knowing Tina would be there. I got my wife a skimpy red dress, that she wore despite hesitation. When we arrived at the reunion hall, I parked the car. I had a full flask liquor prepared as I was hoping to get frisky with Tina while my wife was too tipsy to know. We both had a few shots and entered.

Right upon entering, I saw Tina at the bar by the bathroom. I knew this was my chance. I told my wife I didn't feel well and left her. As I approached Tina, I faked a surprised hello. She figured that we went to high school together and I acted surprised and shocked to fake coming to that conclusion at the same time as her.

Tina was wearing a tight blue silk dress, diamond earrings and a pearl necklace. Her nails were painted pink and perfectly manicured toes fit nicely in her stiletto's. As we drank and laughed, I became more comfortable. At one point, she noticed I was staring at her breasts. Her smile faded and she looked me straight in the eyes.