"Hey, Bee! I'm surprised you're here."

"Me too!"

"Yeah! Since when do you come back?"

I smile as several folks shout comments as I walk into the dark bar. I shake the snow out of my hair and stomp my boots. I look around, taking in the faces I recognize. I lock eyes with you and surprise registers on your face, you weren’t sure I’d come. I smile and wave. You smile back.

I grab a beer and head over to the table with the most people I know and begin making the rounds. It's the unofficial high school reunion that happens each year. I see posts about it on social media every winter, but I'm usually way too busy with work to come back for something like this.

As the evening goes on, it's a great night of memories and laughter, but slowly people have started to depart. You and I have continued to make eye contact but I still haven't made my way to your table yet, there were probably about 75 people here, it takes a while to talk to them all and catch up. You really weren't planning on staying this long, but you want a chance to chat with me too.

Finally, there are only about 5 of us left and we are all at one table. Somehow, we have ended up seated next to each other with you at the head of the table and me at your right. As everyone is chatting and laughing, I feel your knee press into mine, I turn and look at you. You smile. I smile back. We both turn back to the conversation, leaving our knees together.

A little while later, I feel your hand on my thigh. Again, I casually glance at you. You smirk. I smirk back at you. As we look at each other, you grip my thigh and let go. As you pull your hand away, you brush your fingers ever so lightly up as high as you can without someone noticing. I turn away, biting my lip lightly as I try to listen to the story being told.

"Bee, when was the last time you were even in town?" someone brings me fully back to the conversation.

"Uh... I don't know to be honest" I try to think.

"Six years ago." You say quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Dang, dude. How do you remember that and not her? Stalker much?" Everyone laughs. I look at you, instantly remembering what happened six years ago.

"You're right, it was for that weird summer festival thing. I came to help because your mom asked me." I smile at you.

"That's right." You smile back.

"Oh, dude, that was weird!" The table falls into a conversation about the summer festival your mom tried to establish.

"You can't tell me you don't remember six years ago." You say under your breath as you look at me deviously.

"Oh, of course I do." I breathe as I bite my lip.

"Shall we recreate it?" Your hand is back on my thigh, pushing higher. "Ugh, damn winter clothes." You look around for a moment, thinking. "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes."

"What?"

"Shh..." You perk your head back up catching the conversation thread. "Dude, no, the barbershop quartet was from Pemmberly they were legit."

"They were four guys who worked at a barbershop, they were not a barbershop quartet." Everyone laughs.

"I am going to hit the head and grab another, anyone want anything?" You stand up. They all place an order with you. You head off towards the bathroom.

"I don't think the snow cone guy knew what a snow cone was either to be honest. Did you see the cups of ice cubes with food coloring he was giving out?" I offer. Everyone bursts out laughing again.

"What about the cotton candy lady? I really hope no one ate that. I am fairly sure that was actual cotton from a plant."

"Oh, oh, and the magician? What kind of magician tries to get YOU to saw HIM in half?" We all laugh again.

"I am going to help carry you idiots' beers," I say through the laughter, "I don't think he has four hands like that juggler tried to pretend she did." They start laughing again.

I notice that of the three single-occupancy bathrooms, only one is in use. I knock on the door lightly. The door opens immediately and I feel myself pulled in, the door shuts behind me, I hear it lock. I am quickly disoriented as you pull my shirt and bulky sweater up over my head and leave it so I can't see anything or move my arms.

"Hey, no fair!" I say. You laugh at me before you push my bra cups down off my boobs and start to lick my already hard nipples, biting them and sucking them. I moan quietly as you do. You reach down and unbutton my pants. You push them down to the floor revealing my black lace thong.

"Mmmm, that's a good slut. Dressed appropriately under all your winter layers." You spank me hard and pull my sweater and shirt off, freeing my arms and head. I look at you and see you already have your hard cock out as well.

I get on my knees and lick you from the base to the tip, staring up into your eyes as I do. I flick my tongue across the tip and then take it into my mouth, plunging my head down so that you feel your cock hit the back of my throat, pushing until my lips are on your base. I gag and pull back some, then push forward again. You grab a handful of my hair and start to control my speed and depth, fucking my face.

"Touch yourself, slut." I do as I am told and reach down, rubbing my clit. "Spread, show me." I spread my legs and show you how I am rubbing my clit. "Finger." I slip a finger inside myself, moaning on your cock. "Two." I add a second, moaning again. You smile as my makeup starts to run. You pull your cock out of my mouth and stand me up, you bite my right nipple hard, causing me to moan out. You then push me towards the sink, I bend over it, my ass pointed towards you. You rub your cock along my soaking slit, teasing my pussy with the tip, then with your cock soaked with my pussy you rub it higher, teasing my tight asshole with the tip.

"So baby, do you want to recreate six years ago, or last night?" You smile at me in the mirror.

"Both." I smile back at you.