Reunion

Saturday 20th June 2015

Golden Hind Hotel

Fifty people were standing around in the function room, each with a drink in hand. They all turned when the bright, cheerful voice rang out from the speakers near one end of the room.

“Hello everybody,” an attractive brunette said. “Now that I’ve seen all the names checked off I can officially say, Welcome to the Marden High School, Class of 2000 Reunion for 4C.” She smiled. “That’s quite a mouthful, but then I’m sure a few of you have said that yourselves at some time.”

A few giggles were followed by loud laughter from a couple of people who were a bit slower on the uptake. Every person in the room was looking at the confident young woman standing on the slightly raised stage.

“I’m Theresa, and I’m one of you.” She smiled and used one hand to flick her long hair away from over one of her ample breasts to uncover the name card she indicated with a forefinger. The long red dress she wore was tailored to show her curves but without too much cleavage and the slit down the left side went up as far as her thigh. She didn’t have to move much for the material to part and show a hint of stocking top.

Even before the speaker got into her stride, there were women in the audience admonishing their partners for showing apparent approval by expression or whispered comments.

“Yes, guys,” Theresa continued, “who would have thought we’d ever have reached thirty?” She looked around the room. “Of course, some of you are not ex-class members, but you’ve ended up connected to us by marriage or partnership, so you are just as welcome. Sadly a few of our classmates couldn’t make it for one reason or another. I’ve got something special lined up for tomorrow, and apart from being entertaining for some of you, it will be available to the absentees.”

Theresa gazed at individuals around the room and then raised her glass. “Please circulate as much as you can and get to know each other again. Our meal will be served next door in the Candelabra Room in twenty minutes. We’ll then return to this function room at nine o’clock, and it will be set up with tables and a disco. You can sit with, and dance with whoever you choose and the main point is that you all enjoy your evening.”

Polite applause sounded from a few people, and then a general low hubbub returned as Theresa stepped down and walked around the room for a chat with her old classmates. The hostess of the evening was one of the members of the reunion, but, she was also self-assured and glamorous.

When the call for dinner came, Theresa stepped to one side to allow everybody to make their way through to the other room. As she expected, certain men and more than a couple of the women cast a nod and smile in her direction.

Theresa had organised the entire event over a lengthy period and had personally selected who would be seated at each of the tables during the meal.

* * *

“Excuse me, Theresa,” a man said.

“It’s Reggie, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, and I’m glad you remembered me.”

“I find it easy, but I bet you don’t remember me, do you?”

“Actually, I don’t, and a few others have told me that they don’t remember you.”

“All will become clear tomorrow—oh, excuse me, Reggie, somebody is waving to me.”

For the duration of the disco, Theresa moved around, accepting an invitation to dance with specific individuals. She left the room with different individuals throughout the function. The evening went well and was predictable in several ways.

Theresa arrived back in her hotel room on the first floor late in the evening, but she still had some work to do for the next day’s video presentation. It was late into the night when she finally got to bed, but she felt as if she’d achieved all she’d wanted.

On the invitations, the guests were all informed that after assembly, dinner and a disco on the first night, there would be a movie and a final address at mid-morning the next day before they left.

* * *

Sunday 21st June 2015

Once again, Theresa was on the stage but standing at a lectern off to one side. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. This, combined with her perfectly-applied makeup and superb figure; she looked amazing. Theresa’s outfit for the presentation was a pale blue blouse and a black mini-skirt. The shirt was open sufficiently to show a hint of cleavage, and the skirt combined with high heels complemented her shapely legs.

On the wall behind Theresa, a large screen was mounted, but nothing was showing.

“Good morning, everybody, and it’s nice to see that you’ve all survived the disco and drinks last night.” She looked around the large function room. “I’ll be starting up a video in the next few minutes for your entertainment. The video will explain a lot, and it’s the culmination of several years work by me.” She paused and leant forward to read something in her notes, confident that every pair of male eyes in the room would be drawn to her deep cleavage. “In the next half hour, I’m hoping that some of you will—”

The door behind her opened partially, and a man nodded to the speaker and her audience. “Excuse me, Theresa, an important call for you.”

“Okay, thank you.” She turned to the audience. “Instead of making you wait, I’ll get this underway, so sit back and enjoy.” Theresa turned and aimed the remote control at the screen before she stepped to one side, fiddling with the handheld device. 

The large screen illuminated with a view of Marden High School, complete with the sign at the front gates. Below the view of the school, a title rolled up:

Class of 2000 Reunion for 4C

The picture froze briefly before the camera panned around to show the playground and various other aspects of the immediate area, including a bus shelter.

Theresa’s sweet voice boomed out from speakers on both sides of the screen. ‘Hello there and welcome to what I believe will be remembered as one of the strangest, yet most informative videos you’ve ever seen.’

When the voice-over reached this point, every person focused on the massive screen. The narrative was being performed by Theresa, seen on the screen at her present age of thirty, wearing her hair in long pigtails. She was dressed in the school uniform of a white blouse, school tie and short tartan skirt.

Theresa was seated in a chair facing the camera, and the bra under her blouse showed clearly in the camera shot. Due to her sitting with her legs crossed, it was evident to all that she was wearing black stockings instead of tights. There was a hubbub within the audience as men noted the sexy outfit. Most of the women in the audience were wondering what the possible reason could be for a show of youthful femininity by the host.

After a brief pause, Theresa addressed the camera again.

‘Whether you’re a man or a woman, please take a look at your loving partner or spouse. How well do you really know each other? For those of you, be it, male or female who were my classmates, I’d like you all to think back to our days in Marden High School. How well did any of you know each other?’ She smiled, uncrossed and recrossed her shapely legs.

‘Back in those school days, I was bullied, and it went on for almost three years. I was teased by boys and girls, and you know who you are because you’re now sitting in a room watching this video. I was raped by two of you before I was fifteen. Both of the culprits are sitting among you.

On separate occasions, I was beaten by four boys and three girls, and you’re all there right now. Being hit by your classmates is terrible enough, but being stripped naked in the school playground isn’t funny, and it leaves mental scars. I’m not even worried about the stripping any more, but three of you sexually assaulted me and stuck your fingers inside me while the others held me down, screaming.

In the past fifteen years since we left that school, I’ve had sex with three of the men in your audience. Each of them wanted a bit of fun on the side. I’ve also had affairs with four of the married women in the audience.’

Theresa lifted a glass from beside the chair and sipped. She nodded as she stared at the camera.

‘I wonder how many red faces there are in the audience now. I dare you all to take a look around. How many of you have a regular sex life, or any sex life when it comes down to it. Why would I question such a simple thing? There are two men and three women in your audience who asked me to take part in a threesome.’ She smiled. ‘Those offers were made last night at our disco as I wandered around being friendly. I know, you’re now wondering how I managed to complete the video in time. It’s easy when it’s your profession, and now I’ll show you some movie magic … get ready … and here I am in something sexier.’

The image of Theresa as a mature sexy schoolgirl faded, and as the beautiful woman reappeared, she was dressed in matching black lace underwear, black stockings and red stilettos.

‘Before any of the women complain that this outfit is sexist, I have to report that three of you women propositioned me last night. Two cornered me separately in the toilets and another on the dance floor at the disco. All of them wanted to get together for some fun. I bet your makeup doesn’t hide your blushes girls.’

Theresa placed her hands under her bra and lifted her ample breasts up and down a few times.

‘How many of you boys and girls want to suck on these?’ She smiled again. ‘How about getting into my panties, and again I’m talking to both men and women among you? In your audience, there is a woman who was fucked in the bus shelter outside the school, which is bad enough, but she had three boys take her, one after the other. You all know who you are. One of the men sitting among you has a shoe fetish, so he’s probably got a hard-on just looking at these red stilettos. Two of the men among you are most likely wearing feminine underwear, so maybe you girls should do a quick check of your partner before you leave that room.’

Theresa stood and turned away from the camera to bend over the chair. She eased her panties down to show some of her crack and then she pulled her underwear up and sat again, cross-legged.

‘How many of you are now wondering about when you last had your tongue in that crevice of mine? I’ve no doubt that a few of you will have decided that you’ve heard enough, seen enough, and you want to leave, but you can’t go anywhere. The door is locked, and it won’t be unlocked until this video is over. While I’m on the subject of the video, it won’t self-destruct at the end. For those of you who want to be certain of what you’ve seen and heard, don’t worry. This is being streamed to you from the internet. By the time you leave the hotel function room, all the naughty ones will be famous.’

Theresa sipped her drink and then gazed at the camera again.

‘I bet a load of you are sitting there trying to remember me. Not one of you will recall knowing a girl in our class called Theresa. I wonder how many of you clearly remember making a mockery of your overweight classmates, like Fat Freddie … do you remember him, the poor sod. I remember Fat Freddie quite clearly because it was me.’

Theresa smiled at the camera and nodded.

‘I know, once again there are some among you who doubt what I’m telling you. I only have one answer for you guys.’ She stood and pulled down her panties again but facing forward this time. Theresa reached back between her gorgeous thighs to pull forward an impressive cock. ‘Yes, that’s the reason I didn’t pull my panties all the way down a couple of minutes ago. I suppose that is about as much as you need to see—there’s no need to be gross and show it hard.’

Theresa quickly tucked herself back, pulled up her panties and sat in the chair again.

‘Doesn’t that shine a light on the guys who have had sex with me from your select little group? The breasts are as real as the cock, so don’t go thinking you’re hallucinating. At the end of this video is a cast of characters. I’ve gone for a different idea. My cast is comprised of the men and women who’ve hurt me physically or mentally or had sex with me, whether they are male or female. Yes, girls, a couple of your husbands have had that cock of mine deep inside their tight little holes.’

Theresa lifted her drink again and gazed at the camera as she sipped.

‘It doesn’t matter whether you humiliated me as an overweight child, or whether you were a man or woman who had oral, anal or regular sex with me, you are listed at the end. Those bastards who raped me when I was a little fat boy … yes, you’re named too. Opposite each name on my cast of characters will be the roles you played, whether it was one occasion or more. I care that people know who and what they live with, so before the list comes up at the end, have a think about what you’ve done to me. Should any of you start working on an explanation before the credits roll?

I was there in the hotel function room with you guys until a man I paid earlier came and said I had a phone call to take. That was a fake message, of course. I live somewhere in Europe now, which is where I’ll be flying to before you’ve finished watching this video. You people almost destroyed me as a human being, but I harboured a strong desire to repay each and every one of you.

During the past fifteen years, I’ve dealt with my weight issues, had some surgery, and I’ve taken hormones. When I think about it, I’m pleased that before this weekend I’ve had an individual personal reunion with every single one of you although none of you knew me. It’s all listed at the end. As I said, before you’re found out, have a look at your partner. Have a look too at the others in the room and decide if you have anything to confess. Thanks for the reunions over the years boys and girls—every fucking one of them.’

END appeared on the screen and as the view of Theresa faded more letters appeared. When the letters stopped moving around the screen, END had become TRANSGENDER SEX.

Soft classical music played on as the soundtrack, and TRANSGENDER SEX was replaced with:

Marden High School

Class of 2000 Reunion for 4C

Cast of Characters

By the time the list had reached the fifth name and the associated activity, there were four women and three men crying in the audience. Obscenities were used at every volume from a whisper to a scream, and more than one man felt the sting of his wife or partner’s hand.

Yes, just as Theresa aka Fat Freddie had intended, it was a memorable reunion.

The End

A sample story from Reunion: and other erotic stories.