Dear Diary, Part 9 – January 2000 (Happy Reunion)

by Jacqueline_B

I was sat at a table on the pavement at a coffee bar when I suddenly heard someone yell out my name, “JACKIEEEEEE!!!” I looked round but couldn’t see anyone. The voice called out again, “JACKIE UP HERE.” I looked up to see someone waving at me from the top of a bus that was stopped at traffic lights. The figure got up, ran down the stairs and jumped off the back of the bus.

Then I got a good look at who it was, it was Zoe, my best friend from school. We both screamed and ran into each others arms, I couldn’t believe it, I hadn’t seen her since we left school and her father had got a job in Aberdeen so she had to move up there. We stood there in the middle of the street hugging and kissing each other and sobbing in each other’s arms. Passers by were looking at us as if we were mad but we didn’t care. I was just so glad to see her. When we calmed down about ten minutes later, we went into the coffee bar and over interminable cups of coffee we talked, I told her that I had a daughter and she told me that she was totally off men, she’d had a very bad experience with one and that she would never trust one again. No matter how I tried, she wouldn’t tell me what had happened which upset me a little bit because when we were at school we used to tell each other everything. But I let it drop.

Then she leaned over the table and said, “Do you remember when we were at school? The things we used to do together?”

“God yes,” I replied, “How could I ever forget, I still have dreams about them.”

She had a glint in her eyes as she whispered, “Would you like to relive them? I’ve just moved into an apartment near here.”

I didn’t answer, I just took her hand and led her out onto the street. We got into a taxi and she gave the driver her address. Then she leaned close to me and whispered, “Guess what?”

“What?” I replied.

Zoe laid her hand on my knee, gave it a quick squeeze and grinned, “I’ve still got my old school uniform, and I can still get into it.”

“Driver?” I said leaning forward, “If you can get us there very quick, there’s a big tip for you.”

His eyes flickered to us in the rear view mirror and he replied, “Sure thing ladies.”

We got there in ten minutes, it normally takes thirty minutes so I just fumbled in my purse and handed the driver a bundle of notes, I’ve no idea how much I paid him but he drove away with a smile on his face. Zoe and I practically ran up the stairs to her apartment on the top floor.

Zoe led me in the door and closed it, and then she took me in her arms and kissed me, hard. We walked into the lounge still in each others arms and our mouths locked together. I put my hands to the top of her coat and began to undo the buttons but she pushed my hands away, “Wait,” she said breathlessly, “Go and fix a couple of drinks, I’m going to get changed,” and she winked at me.

I took my coat off, slung it over a chair and went to the side table where there was a selection of drinks. Pouring us a tall glass of vodka each I sat on the couch and started to remember the things we used to get up to when we were young. And I started to get horny, my hand making it’s way to my breast and tweaking the nipple outside my top, my other hand making it’s way between my legs. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. I’ve no idea how long I sat like that, I was lost in another time, but there was a discrete cough and I opened my eyes.

Standing in front of me was Zoe, and she was dressed in her old school uniform. God! I was immediately taken back fifteen years. She had done her hair in a ponytail and she looked twelve years old again. My heart was in my mouth as she walked over and stood in front of me, her hand crossed in front of her and her head bowed like a naughty schoolgirl. “Please miss,” she whispered, “I’m sorry but I’ve been really naughty.”

I had to physically shake myself to answer, “W-Why Zoe, what have you done?” I asked her.

“I’ve been rude, I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it, I keep on touching myself.”

Oh God! She’s playing the game we used to play at school. “Just where do you touch yourself?” I asked warming to the game we hadn’t played for years.

Zoe actually blushed and mumbled, “between my legs.”

“Show me,” I ordered.

She stood in front of me with her head still bowed and slowly ran her hand down over her stomach to the hem of her school skirt and pulled it up. She closed her eyes and started to rub herself over her navy blue knickers. I couldn’t take my eyes off her hand as her fingers roamed over the slit of her pussy. My mouth was dry as I said, “You realise that’s wrong don’t you, and yet you still do it. I hope you appreciate that I’m going to have to punish you, don’t you?”

Zoe looked at me and there was a sparkle in her eyes as she softly answered, “Yes miss.”

“Come over here,” I ordered trying to sound strict, “Bend over the back of the chair.”

She did as I told her and I stood behind her, taking in the view as she bent over, the back of skirt had ridden up and I could see a little glimpse of her school knickers. My pussy grew moist at the sight. Zoe peered over her shoulders at me and smiled as if to say, “Come on then, I’m waiting.”

I brought my hand down onto her backside, SLAP, and let it linger there, squeezing her cheek. God! It had been years since I’d had my hands on those perfect globes. Then I did it again, and again, SLAP SLAP. Zoe grunted with every slap, she was breathing heavily and a patch of red began to creep out from under her knickers. I leaned over her body and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to have to pull your panties down to punish you properly you naughty girl.”

“Yes miss,” she answered, a flush on her face, “do it properly.”

I hitched her skirt right up round her waist and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers, pulling them down to just above her knees. My breath left me as I gazed at her reddened cheeks and the slit of her pussy peeking out from the middle, little drops of moisture appearing to show of her arousal. I couldn’t resist it, I ran the tip of my finger along her pussy lips and she shivered. Bringing the finger to my mouth I licked it and my insides squirmed.

Zoe pushed her backside out and wriggled it then she looked at me over her shoulder again. I brought my hand down on her cheek again, harder this time and she gasped. It was no use, I couldn’t do it anymore. I knelt down behind her, took a cheek in each hand and pulled them apart, the insides of her pussy was absolutely dripping with her juices. I brought my face right up to her parted cheeks and inhaled her scent, my tongue automatically starting to lick along her pussy lips and up to her puckered little hole. She sighed and pushed her arse back against my face,

With my tongue still buried in her pussy, I reached up with my hands and slid them along her body to her breasts which were hanging down over the back of the chair. When I touched her nipples she groaned and when I lightly pinched them she gasped, “Come on quick, into the bedroom.”

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom, turned to face me and clamped her mouth over mine, her tongue forcing it’s way into my mouth, kissing me deeply. Our hands were all over each other. “God! Darling, I’ve been waiting years for this,” she panted as she pushed me backwards onto the bed.

Zoe lay down beside me, put her arms around me and we started kissing again. The passion coming from her was unbelievable, she pushed her thigh between my legs, forcing them apart and I could feel the heat coming from her. Almost in frenzy Zoe began to undress me, kissing every bit of my flesh as it was uncovered. Then without taking her school uniform off, she reversed herself and lowered herself onto my mouth. The aroma coming from her pussy was intoxicating and her inner thighs were glistening with the juices running down them. I reached up and ran my finger over her thigh, collecting the juices then run my finger over her pussy lips, slowly inserting it. I didn’t use my mouth then, I just lay there and watched my finger as it slid in and out. The only sound in the room was our breathing and a squelching sound as I fingered her pussy. She was wetter than I had ever seen her.

Suddenly I felt her mouth on my pussy, her fingers pulled my lips wide apart and her tongue was in there. I raised my hips off the bed, spreading my thighs and opening myself up for her. Then her fingers were inside me, two, then three, and she was sucking and nibbling on my clit. Fuck, that was too much, I was on the verge of cumming. I rammed two fingers inside her pussy and started to fuck her with them, placing my mouth on her clit and taking it in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and madly sucking on it.

The room was filled with the sound of our moans, the inside walls of her pussy were gripping my finger and I could feel the ridges in there rippling. My orgasm was fast approaching and I ground my crotch into her face. “Oh Godddd,” came a muffled moan from my pussy, her tongue and fingers sending sensation after sensation through me. I pushed my fingers in and out of her pussy faster and faster and with a loud moan she came in my mouth, flooding it with her juices, and that was it, I cum as well, our bodies intertwined and mouths clamped to pussies.

Zoe and I lay like that for ages, not speaking, just licking and drinking each other’s juices until we fell asleep in the same position. I woke up about an hour later to the sensation of her tongue working wonders on me again and her pussy was only inches away from my face. So it started again.

We spent the rest of the night making love, in between short spells of talking and the odd foray into the lounge to get a drink. A month later she gave the flat back to the landlord and moved in with me and we’ve been together ever since. This time I’m not going to let her leave me ever again.