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::: High School Reunion Geek Sex Experience :::
I was a sad faced geek in high school back in the late 60's.
I was long necked tall and skinny with bad posture and pimply skin.
I walked around in mostly a horney suicidal daze with class room thoughts limited to window gazing and clock watching to girl classmate licking.
I came from a home life that was a Virginia Wolfe (mom ) meets Frankenstein ( step-dad ) mix of drunken domestic violence insanity.
High school was basically a place to temporarily escape this horrific home life reality and indulge my pimple exploding hormonal fantasies.
Gifted with a passing ability to mimic, I would impersonate other more serious students just enough to get by in class.
Somehow I graduated our local high school with a C average although I refused to have my senior picture taken and inserted into our yearbook due to my never wanting to have to look back and remember my lonely, sexually frustrated days there.
20 years later however, I was talked into going to our class reunion by my only two high school friends (fellow geeks ) who thought us sitting together with our old high school time comic books, Mad magazines and old, saved, half squeezed tubes of Clearisil on display would look cool.
Well, we must have looked cool all right as two boldly inebriated ladies who were obscure classmates of mine suddenly appeared out of nowhere and sat down seductively on my legs.
They then threw their arms around me and boozily slurred and drooled into my ears how they thought "I was the best looking boy in our class."
WHAT ... ME !!!???
I never even came close to having a date in high school let alone be told by a girl that I was cute.
I thought, "this...this can't be happening!"
"Was this some type of cruel, cooler classmate inspired joke?"
"Yes, that's what it was. It must be."
I pictured myself as the "Carrie" of our class reunion who was about to be exposed as the ulimate high school geek again and drenched in buckets of blood!
However, after several more minutes of my former female classmate's wet-hot tongues copulating my cohcleas, I lost my geek timidity and thought to myself..." screw Carrie, bring on the blood!"
But the blood drenching never came!
Instead, I was being plied with glass after glass of Cooks champagne in between the tongue thrusts and before long I was just grabbing the bottles, taking massive swigs and growling and howling at the conference room ceiling with a never before felt, almost neanderthal sense of female desiring/conquering manhood ... GGRRRAAAAGGGHHH !
I eventually ended up on the dance floor with my ant eater vixens - smilingly soused and staggering around to sexually suggestive late 60's early 70's soul-R&B tunes like "Ooh Baby-Baby", "Let's Get It On", " and " Heaven Must Have Sent You..."
At some point as I was closed eye swaying to the music and hanging on to others to keep from falling I must have passed out and my memories of the rest of the reunion were about as fuzzy as a mentally erased alien abduction.
I just remember waking up at home in bed late the next morning.
Through one and one half days of cheap-champagne-hang-over-hell sickness and amateurishly self-applied regression hypnosis I was eventually able to get these brief, cheap-hotel-dim-light image flashes of the rest of the reunion night. These consisted mainly of female body parts. They were hard to decipher however, as almost every one was extremely close up. I knew one thing for sure; the womanly parts I was seeing in my mind were those of a blond.
I was somewhat relieved.
Eventually I realized that one of my two ear wax licking reunion girls had taken me to a motel and done her best to make my mentally numbed, liquor limped body perform sex with her. I found her phone number in a pocket days later.
Through the following weeks of confused morality thinking anxiety and some face scratching guilt (I was married) I finally came to a sense of peace and appreciation for my blacked out sex orgy.
I was actually very grateful to my old female classmate friend for giving me this. It was something I had craved so much in high school I would gnash my teeth and gnaw on my pillows with crossed eyes and scratch the walls of my bedroom at night and groan.
Getting it on with one of my school girl acquaintances (even 20 years later) seemed to satisfy some deep and long repressed need inside of me. I now wanted a divorce.
Just kidding. But I have to admit...it was one heck of a High School Reunion Geek Sex Story.
Written by: ~ Joe Bauer |
