Anna... 27 Years Later

Of course, she always dressed so modestly in high school. I had seen her in P.E. class wearing baggy gym shorts, but I had never seen her figure like this before...certainly not the shape of her breasts! I was so impressed by what I saw that I almost forgot about why I was still sore at her...but not completely. The hurt ran deep.

She greeted me with a hug. I knew that I should return the hug, which I did, although that wasn't in my plans. I wanted answers. In my mind, we should have been married over 20 years ago and had children by now. Even with her delightful choose of apparel, I couldn't forget the hurt from 27 years ago.

"Before you say anything, Cal, please let me answer the question that you must have on your mind. What happened, right?" At least we were on the same page. She must have anticipated that would be my first question.

"All I need is that you give me time to give you a full explanation. It's very sad and very long, but I'll try to keep it as short as possible."

"First, you did NOT do anything to deserve what happened. You were a great friend. You were my very best friend. I loved you back then."

That softened me somewhat. She acknowledged the bond we had back in those days. I was better prepared to listen.

"Cal, I had to move. You knew my dad was over protective, but what you didn't know...and no one else knew...was that my dad belonged to a group of nasty white supremists. It wasn't the KKK, but just as bad, if not worse. We moved to our home because that high school had the highest population of whites in the city, even though we had other races there. Still, he learned that 70 percent of the school was white and so it was the best choice...according to him."

"Well, I kind of found out that not only was he part of a rogue group, but these guys were violent. They would go to Hispanic bars and pick on the Mexican people. They'd go to sporting events and agitate those that weren't white. Juanita was my closest female friend, and she was Mexican. My dad never knew about her. If he did, I have no clue what he might have done. He scared the hell out of me."

"What you didn't know was that I got a job at that pharmacy near the high school, right after I graduated. The owner, Martin, was also the pharmacist. He was also Mexican. I'm not proud of what I did, but I got involved with him, although he was married with two teen sons. He gave me hours and better money than most newcomers would get."

"I got pregnant. I had worked there barely a full month, and I was pregnant. Martin panicked. He didn't want his wife to know. I didn't want to make any problems, but I knew that my dad would be pissed and demand to know who the daddy was. If he found out that Martin was the father, and a Mexican, I feared for Martin's life."

"All I knew to do was call my Aunt Lori that lived here in Henderson. She was married to my dad's brother, Chuck, whom dad hadn't talked to in years because Chuck detested dad's racist attitudes and alliances."

"Aunt Lori, may God rest her soul, came through for me. She told me to fit all I could into some bags and we could fit into her little Corolla trunk. She drove the five hours early in the morning so that she would be sure to help me get out before dad got home. I never told dad where I was going. I never talked to him again. To this day, I have no clue whether he's still alive or not. It doesn't matter, although being dead would be the right thing."

I wanted to say something, but all I could think was why she didn't call me once she got moved. She answered that question next.

"I never had your address, Cal. I'd never even been to your house...although you had invited me many times. If not for my dad, I would have. About 2 weeks after I moved, I tried to call. I got a recorded message that said that number was no longer in service. I had no other way to call. The furniture store wouldn't let you take personal calls unless it was an emergency and they wouldn't take a message."

I then remembered the timing of that call and became pissed off at my mother all over again. Dad had given mom cash to take downtown and pay our phone and power bills. Mom had squandered the money on herself. Our phone got shut off. Dad was pissed. He had to take time off work and go to both businesses and cover the expenses. We had no phone service for about 2 weeks. When we did get the service again, dad had put the account in his name and my name...and changed the phone number.

"Cal, I've never been back to that city since I left 27 years ago. I had the baby and Aunt Lori helped out so much with him while I went back to school. I'm a surgical tech at an outpatient surgery facility in Henderson. I work Wednesday through Friday, 12 hour shifts. That takes care of my bills. I only work weekends as a waitress, and that money helps speed up my retirement. Instead of waiting until my 60s, I plan on being retired by the age of 55."

"I bought the small house that Aunt Lori and Uncle Chuck lived in after they passed. Aunt Lori was a saint. I tolerated Uncle Chuck. I can tell you more about him another time if you wish."

"Cal, if you think that I'd forgotten about you over the years, you couldn't be more mistaken. I named my son after you. Yes, Calvin Perkins. He knows about you and about what a special friend you were in school. Martin secretly sent support to Aunt Lori's house, but he never saw the baby. When I got hired on full-time as a tech, I told him that I didn't want to see another dollar of his money. I let him know that my life was fine and I wanted nothing more from him."

"Calvin has become an outstanding young man. He is currently in the Marines and stationed at Okinawa. He lives in Hawaii with his wife, Inez and they're expecting their first child in two months. I'll be there for that. He's that kind of man that I remember you being when we were younger. When I see him, I see a lot of you...a hard worker and an honest man."

I couldn't help but be touched by that. I never had a child of my own, but there was a child named after me. Whatever anger I had harbored had completely left me...except the anger directed at her father. If that son of a bitch was still alive, I wanted to find him and work him over. Of course, that would probably land me behind bars, so it probably wouldn't happen. Still, my poor Anna had to live with that asshole for her entire childhood. Who could blame her for bailing out?

"I hope you understand that Bakersfield is in my rear-view mirror. It's my past. I will never go back. The memories are painful and I have a good life here. I'm not rich, but I have enough to live on and enjoy a few luxuries at times."

She stared into my eyes. Her eyes began to moisten.

"Cal, you have no idea how much I've missed you over the years. You have no idea how many times I've wondered how you're doing. Married...kids...maybe even grandkids. Maybe I'm wrong, but I expected a good catch like you to be taken...and a long time ago."

Her voice got quieter. "Yet, here you are...single and sitting here with me. I was so damn nervous about coming here tonight...even though it was my idea. I just couldn't let you walk away without at least spending time talking to you. Enough about me. What's happened with you?"

I told her everything from the time I traveled across the southwest part of the US as a truck driver to my current local runs. I told her about the home I bought. I told her about my very brief marriage that had been annulled.

The subject then shifted to our romances. I was honest with her. She was honest with me. Neither of us were saints, but neither of us were cheaters, either.

She indicated no desire to ever marry. I had accepted the fact that I'd never marry again, either. We had enjoyed the freedom of being single. Still her past five years were far more exciting than mine.

Five years ago, she took in a boarder named Sara. They hit it off immediately and became close friends. However, Sara was more adventurous and Anna had embraced the adventures as well.

Sara loved to dress in clothing that was revealing, especially loose-fitting tops that gave guys a good top view or side view of her breasts. She seldom wore a bra and admitted that the exhibitionism got her hot and horny. Usually, she'd go home later and use of her toys to relieve the tension.

Anna admitted to trying the same thing and enjoying it. She even admitted that they had gone home with a couple of guys before that they thought were hot.

Anna reminded me that to that day, she still was an avid non-drinker. Any sexual escapades of any sort were done with her being completely sober and willing.

Then, Sara introduced her to a nudist club that met at a huge home in Henderson. The owners were both filthy rich and nudists. The group was open to any adults over 21. Also, some of the members were swingers. Anna guessed that maybe half were swingers and that those that weren't were very sure to let you know.

One couple at the club, Dennis and Carol, were both swingers and open to pursue individual partners. Anna admitted that she's enjoyed Dennis in the bedroom on more than one occasion...with Carol's express blessing. Carol was getting plenty of action as it was.

"You see, Cal, things have changed. I'm not the same shy and frightened girl that you knew in high school. I'm much more independent and confident in myself. I'm damned good at both of my jobs. I manage my money well. I'm not sure how much you like this Anna compared to the one you knew in high school."

"Hold on," I retorted rather forcefully. "I'm not that same guy either. I was so much more idealistic back then. I was going to go out with you after high school. I was going to marry you. We were going to have a family together. Between you leaving and a disastrous marriage, I kind of changed also."

"Anna, we've both become more defensive. We protect our feelings. We don't trust people like we used to. We've both been burned. Screwed over. Shit on."

"I'm not judgmental at all about what you've done. Not even your exhibitionist tendencies with Sara bother me...except that when you came here tonight you made sure your boobs were completely covered. At first, I thought it was just modesty, but now I know that can't be the case."

Anna smiled. She looked down at her dress.

"No, it's not modesty, that's for sure. There is a reason, though, that I didn't loosen the ties."

"Really? I'd like to hear it, since we're both opening up to each other tonight."

"Okay, that's fair Cal. You see, when I do it someplace, like a bar or a party, I do it for attention...obviously. I want guys to look. If the right guy likes what he sees, and I like what I see in him, we may finish the night at my place or his place."

"I had no intention of that tonight. This was simply two friends catching up on 27 years apart. I didn't want you being distracted by half of my tits hanging out."

She laughed at the thought.

"Oh shit, what the hell?" she said as she untied the knot and made a much looser fit over her breasts.

"Is that better, Cal?"

She was smiling. She knew I liked what I saw.

"Hell yeah, that's better. It's easy to see why you'd have guys all over you...even if you're completely covered up. Hell, I knew right away that you weren't wearing a bra because your nipples were poking into your cotton material...thin cotton at that!"

"Yeah, I noticed you peek at them a few times. That's okay. I'm not wearing panties either, but that's another story."

I couldn't believe where this conversation had gone. Why was she telling me that? Was that a hint? I didn't want to ruin a good night by being too aggressive, yet I didn't want to miss the signals...if that's what she was giving me...that she wanted to do more, even on this night.

"Well, I'm in room 9114 if you want to keep talking. Just take that elevator to our right if you'd like to join me. Nothing expected, just a quieter place to visit. I have a large desk and two comfortable chairs that are better than these hard chairs."

"Let's go," she said immediately. There was no hesitation and her response was enthusiastic. Was I finally going to enjoy Anna in a carnal way after all this time apart? I couldn't help but think so, but I was still going to be cautious.

As we walked to the elevator, I couldn't resist a frequent glance at her chest. The loosened fabric gave me a view that probably could have hypnotized me if I'd stared long enough. Her tits appeared to be in great shape for a woman of 45. Hell, many 30-year-old women would love to have tits like that. I was so tempted to ask for a full view, but I resisted that temptation.

Once inside of my mini-suite, she took a quick tour. I could hear her open and close the shower door. "Wow, you have a built-in spa in your bathtub! That shower? You could fit a few people in that thing."

I enjoyed hearing her voice and her amazement at my furnishings. I got a good deal and it was the first real vacation that I had taken in at least 3 years. The other vacations were spent doing work around the house. I get 3 weeks each year, but I had never left town except to drive to LA to see the Dodgers.

"Yeah, I decided to live it up for a few days. Room service, tub, and all that good stuff. How about I order some sodas or water along with some snacks?"

"Sounds good, I think I'd enjoy that. Diet Coke for me and maybe a bottled water also."

"Sure, Anna. Looks like we're both Diet Coke drinkers. I'll have a couple of bottles sent up with some ice...along with some bottled water that we can put in the fridge."

What happened next took the evening to a new level.

Anna walked out of the bathroom. I was at the desk, ready to dial the number to order room service, when I noticed that she was completely untying the strap around her neck. In one fluid motion, her dress dropped down to the floor. She was right, she wasn't wearing any panties and I was treated to her full naked form.

I just stared at her nakedness with full admiration and a growing cock. She stood still, smiling at me, giving me plenty of time to enjoy the view.

Those tits! Still firm, with only the slightest bit of sag. Light brown areolas about the size of a half dollar topped off with small, dark, and rock-hard nipples. A belly with a little softness in the middle, but I found that to be sexy as well. Between her legs? A very lush...and very red...tuft of curly hair that had only been shaved at the entrance to her labia.

I had encountered various grooming habits in the women that I had bedded in the past. A couple were completely shaved and the rest were very neatly trimmed into various shapes like triangles and thin landing strips. Even my ex insisted on a very trim and thin landing strip.

Anna's was the sexiest that I'd ever seen. I had never seen a redhead's bush before, and hers looked like a heavenly playground to me.

"Well, it looks like you enjoy what you see, Mr. Arnold," Anna asked me in a seductive voice. "Mind if I sit in your lap?"

Hell yeah, she could sit in my lap. I was ready to screw her right there on the bed next to me. Instead, she sat on my lap, still completely naked, and wrapped her left arm around my neck.

"Here's a closer look for you, Cal. Do whatever you want. I'm yours."

That escalated very quickly. I was hoping we might end up in bed, but I honestly didn't think it would be this easy.

"Cal, when we were in high school, you were the only guy that I would have ever considered seeing me naked. If fact, if not for my asshole dad, you would have been my first lover. I can't fix what's happened in the past, but you can bet your sweet ass that we can have some fun right now!"

"I also have a confession to make. When I told you that I had no intention of this happening tonight, I might have not been completely honest. When we first talked before taking your order, that wasn't my intention. When I came back here and met you at the food court, I had every intention of doing this."

"I'll never forget what a sweet friend you were. You never got a kiss from me, never held my hand, or never even got to cop a feel. I was so damn scared of my dad that I didn't even try sneaking out with you. That shit no longer matters. We can do whatever we want tonight and for as long as you're here in town."

She turned her head towards mine and planted her lips firmly on mine. That kiss! So much passion. So much energy. So much pent-up desire. 27 years of not getting to do what she had wanted with me. I no longer cared about anything other than making love to this awesome redhead.

I returned her kisses with equal passion and desire. Our tongues darted back and forth, each trying to match the energy of the other. Whatever had happened to separate us for 27 years was the last thing on my mind. My cock was at full staff and the tent in my blue short pants was pressing against the wetness of her pussy.

"Cal, tonight...and tonight only...I just want you to bury that hard cock of yours inside of me and then come on my chest. Don't take your time. Shove it in me and come whenever you want. We can do all kinds of other stuff later. I give great head. I like to be eaten. I love my tits manipulated with your mouth. Tonight, it's just shove it and come on me."

I picked her up and moved her to the bed just a few feet away. I rushed to remove my polo shirt, boxers, and short pants as fast as I could.

"Holy Shit!" exclaimed Anna. "Cal, I've seen plenty of naked guys before...hard naked guys...but that might be the thickest I've seen. It's clearly the thickest that will ever be inside of me. What you lack in length, which isn't that bad either, you make up for in girth!"

She reached over and grabbed my cock inside of her small hands. She's only about 5 feet 3 inches tall and her hands are proportionally small.

"God, I want that inside of me, but let me suck on it first."

She was like a hungry animal, wrapping her small mouth around my thickness. I wasn't aware that I was thicker than most other guys. I had seen a few in the showers over the years, but I hadn't paid much attention. I knew I wasn't real long, maybe 6 inches when hard, but obviously Anna was thrilled with my tool in her mouth.

After several seconds, she got on her back, spread her legs, and bent her knees. All she had to do was point at her hole and I knew what she wanted.

I tried my best to wait as long as I could to release my spunk. Anna was so damn tight and she was already having orgasms. I remembered her instructions to shoot it on her chest and I did so gladly. Several white, sticky streams of cum landed on her chest...some landing on her tits.

We laid on our backs, catching our breath. It was quiet. She held my hand as we each were in our own little world, enjoying what we both had wanted for nearly 3 decades.

"Cal?" Anna asked, waiting for me turn over and face her.

"Do you think there's any chance that something like this could work out...I mean longer than just the time you're here?"

I had thought about that. She had her career and I had mine. My trucking company had a depot in Las Vegas, but there would have to be an opening for me to even consider transferring. Also, those jobs just don't open up every day. They take good care of their employees, and most of us are lifers. We start and stop our careers there.

Also, if anything did open up at the Vegas depot, it would be the long runs like I used to do. Their runs were into Wyoming, Montana, Idaho and the Pacific Northwest. I had become comfortable with my Monday through Friday routine.

Although the sex was good, I knew that good sex wasn't enough to make a relationship work. My ex was great in bed, but I couldn't wait to divorce her ass. I had enjoyed several other partners, but none that I wanted to settle down with. It was always just booty calls between friends. They had needs, I had needs. There was never any emotional bond. I was sure I could have that with Anna, but did I want more? How much more did she want?