The Reunion
written by:
LacyMichelle

Dear Diary,

It seems like so much has happened in just a few years.. Yesterday was my birthday, I can't believe that I am actually 13!!! We had the typical cake and ice cream party. Ashley, Lizabeth, Carrie, and Tiffany came over for the party. Truthfully, the best part of the afternoon was having Lizabeth's dad give me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Mr. Peyton is beautiful. Lizabeth rolled her eyes when her dad got out of the car, but I was sooooo excited. I couldn't wait to see what he got me. He had told me that he was bringing me a surprise. Of course, truth be told.. He told me that it was from him and Mrs. Peyton, but that doesn't matter I know deep down it came from him.. He got out of the car and gave me a purple gift box. I opened it and inside lay a gold heart bracelet. Lizabeth got one just like it for her birthday a few months back. She said now we could be twinkies!!! Ha ha.. Then, Mr. Peyton gave me a big hug and then he KISSED ME.. On the cheek of course.. But what a kiss.. It was AMAZING!!!!!

Luv,

Me ~~~

2013 Another year of ups and downs. I finally had a degree in Psychology and had opened up my own practice in a much bigger town and had come home to get all of my things cleared out of my parent's house. They had decided that since their daughter was old enough to pay rent, they were getting old enough to sell the house I grew up in, and move into a condo on the beach. I suppose it's only practical that I introduce myself. You see, I am Haley Worthington and I have a habit about documenting my life. I don't know if I feel that this will be prosperous in the future or what not, but I've been telling my life's story for years through journals/diaries what have you.. I had found an old diary cleaning up my closet and that's where I got the above passage. I won't ever forget that day, because that day is the day that changed the rest of my life.

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I shook my head, and smiled to myself. Mr. Peyton.. Wow.. That in itself brought back a lot of memories. I haven't talked to Lizabeth in years. We had a falling out in high school about some trival jerk named... Hmmm.. Come to think of it.. I don't even remember his name.. I stood up, stretched my legs, and flung my old diary in a box on the floor. I picked up my sneakers and headed out for a run. I guess I had intended on running in the beginning, but in the end it turned into something more. I suppose it turned into a quest on my part. You see, Lizabeth's old house was about five blocks from mine and since I hadn't spoken to her in years, truthfully, I had no idea what had become of her. So, never a moment too soon to find out.

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Several minutes later, I found myself upon a particular reminiscence scene of my teenage life. There at 502 March Lane, stood Lizabeth's old house. It still looked as ever comforting as it always had, with it's white picket fence, that could use a white washing, greener than green lawn, that always won the gardening club's heart, and Mr. Peyton's lawn more, set snuggly by the carport. The house itself what's article worthy, but it had that undeniable charm of elegance when one looked at it. The house itself was white with light tan shutters and an upstairs balcony that no one ever used, but Lizabeth's mom, Carolyn, demanded be built on. The walkway was hand laid, brick by brick, by Mr. Peyton when we were just kids. I remember because the sun caught his hair and it looked like yellow gold at the right angle. I blushed at the memory, for the simple fact that I had to be eight or nine during this time, but I was never blind to his good looks.

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I double checked the mailbox to make sure ‘Peyton' was still on it, and I made my way up to the front door. I had my hand poised to knock when the door opened. There like ten years later stood Lizabeth with a crying baby in her arms. She hadn't even seen me since she was turned around talking.

"Thanks again Dad for watching Keither. Mr. Pollack said that he was most impressed with the résumé and he'd be calling me in the next few days for the secondary interview."

Lizabeth turned sharply and started walking down the steps. I had moved out of the way when I saw the baby to give her more room.

"Lizabeth?"

She slowly turned around and smiled.

"HALEY!!!! OH MY GOD!!! GIRL!!! DAD!! Here hold Keither!!!"

She handed Keither back through the door to tanned hands and wrapped her arms around me. I peeked over her shoulder, and the tanned hands moved out onto the porch. There stood Lucas Sawyer, smiling his fatherly smile, and holding the baby. Lizabeth pulled away and looked at her dad.

"Dad, do you know who this is? Oh my god, I haven't seen her in ages!!!"

Mr. Peyton laughed.

"I really doubt, Lizabeth, I could forget Haley Worthington."

Lizabeth moved over to her dad and got the child from his arms. She turned back around and smiled.

"Haley, this is my son Keither Park."

I smiled and rubbed his rosy cheek.

"He's beautiful Lizabeth. How old is he?"

"Keither here is seven months."

Keither smiled up at his mother and she picked a baby bag up from the inside of the door.

"Haley, I hate to run, but I have to get this little guy home. His dad is going to be home pretty soon and he'll wonder where we are. How long are you in town for?"

"I'm going to be here for the next few days. I have hopes to leave early next week. Why don't we try to get together and catch up on old times shall we?"

Lizabeth nodded, "Sounds like a plan. Tell you what, why doesn't dad give you my number and you call me tomorrow?"

Mr. Peyton smiled and hugged his daughter goodbye and kissed his grandson on the cheek and I felt blood rush to my face. Lizabeth kissed the air towards me and headed to her car parked on the street and got her son settled, got in, and left.

"So, Haley, you going to come inside?"

I felt like an idiot, I was still staring at the road where Lizabeth's car had been. I smiled quick at Mr. Peyton and followed him inside.

"Well, what have you been up to?"

I looked at him and just went to a complete blank. I was looking around the house and not one thing had changed. I was just amazed.

"Haley?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peyton, I was.. I just.. I don't know.. I just can't believe it looks exactly the same.. I mean everything looks the same.."

He laughed.."Yeah, I'm not too much into decoration."

That's when I noticed one difference all of the pictures of him and Carolyn were gone. It never dawned on me that something could have happened. I'd been gone six years off to college and since I was out of state I didn't really hear much news about the town.

"So, are you going to ask?" He had set his glass down on the counter and looked at me.

"Ask what?" I knew I had a stupid look on my face but I wasn't sure where we were going with this.

"Why it hasn't changed, where's the other half...."

"Oh.. Well, I wasn't sure, and I didn't want to pry and ask something I shouldn't..." I fumbled with the hem of my shorts and just stared around not exactly looking him in the eyes.

"Divorced four years ago, turns out the internet we installed was more for pleasure than professional reasons. She met someone on-line and decided this wasn't the life she wanted to lead anymore. We kind of squashed the rumors around town and just said that it was amicable and she just moved to be with family. Lizabeth and Jim had gotten married after her first year in school. She's a nurse now, did you know?"

I shook my head.

"Haley, would you like some lemonade or hell, a shot of whiskey?" He laughed and moved towards me.

I just stood there.. I couldn't believe that at twenty-five years old I was acting like I was thirteen again.

"I'm sorry, I just.. I don't know.. I'm sorry to hear about your divorce.. I had no idea Lizabeth was a nurse.. Or hell for that matter I didn't know she was married or had a child."

He handed me a glass of lemonade and put his hand on my back. I shuddered under his touch and he led me to the couch.

"Are you cold?"

"No, sorry I just had a chill." I drank a large gulp of the lemonade, which was quite tart and got choked. I started coughing and spit lemonade everywhere. He got up and grabbed my arms, pulled me upward, and brought my arms over my head. I wasn't sure if was the shear shock of him moving that close to me, or just being that close to him but I coughed harder and finally after a few seconds everything subsided. His face was inches from mine, and he was breathing hard.

"Jesus Haley, are you alright?"

He slowly let go of my wrists as his hands slid down my arms and getting a grip on myself, I lowered my arms. His hands stopped on my shoulders and his right hand wiped my lips off. As he wiped my bottom lip again, my tongue brushed his finger, and it traced the tip of my tongue all the way to the corner of my lip.

"I.. um.. I'm sorry" His hand left my face and he went to pull away.

"Wait.." I closed my hand around his and gently pulled him back towards me.

"I'm sorry I tried to kill myself in your living room..."

He laughed, "You know there are easier ways to go.. " He began to pull back again.

I pulled back a bit on his hand, "and I'm sorry..."

"Sorry??"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry.. " I took a breath.

"What do you have to be sorry for?"

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry for this..."

I put my hand behind his head and pulled his face close to mine. I closed my eyes and felt his lips touch mine. The kiss began soft and then it changed. I tightened my grip on the back of his head, and pulled him deeper into my mouth. I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue into his mouth, hungrily searching out his own. Our tongues danced rhythmically up against each other. His hands swept down my body and tantalized every nerve in my body. Finally, he broke the kiss and staggered back.

"Wow.. Uh.. Haley.. Uh.. Jesus.. "

I laughed and fell back on the couch.

"What's so funny?" He stood there with this quizzical look on his face.

I laughed harder and finally caught my breath, "I was just thinking."

He stood there shaking his head... "I don't even.. "

"Wait.. Hear me out.. I was just thinking that for the last twelve years, I've wondered what that kiss would be like, and it was more amazing that I ever thought it would be."

He stood there, "I think I should sit down.. Twelve years?"

I looked at him slightly dumbfounded.."Are you telling me, truthfully, you had no idea that Lizabeth's friend's thought you were pretty hot?"

He looked at me with his brows knitting, "Carolyn, said.. But .. I .... No.. not really.. To be honest.. No.."

I threw back my head and laughed, "All those fantasies I had growing up, and you had no idea. You never even had a clue that we, that I, thought you were anything more than Mr. Peyton, Lizabeth's dad. I'm not sure if I should find that a discomfort or highly erotic in some sort of a way."

"Well, Haley, to be honest no I never thought that you girls thought of me in any other way. I mean truthfully, I looked at you girls as a part of our family. You and Lizabeth detached as friends quite quickly into high school and you stopped coming over. Last I had heard you had left for college out of state. Lizabeth never really had many close friends after you through out school and she always seemed lost after you left. I know that whatever the problem was..."

"A dick caused our problem, and not in the way you think, I mean he was a dick."

I put my hand over his, "Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I have put you in this predicament. I stepped over the line with someone who thought of me as a daughter."

I got up and smoothed my shirt and shorts down, "Look, I need to get home anyway, I'll just go..."

He stood up, "Haley, look, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I feel very flattered to be a teenage infatuation of yours. I mean truly, that means a lot coming from an attractive woman such as yourself. You're absolutely gorgeous."

I turned around and noticed a slight pink rising to his cheek bones, "You're blushing?"

"Well, I mean, I guess up until this second I still saw you as that tall scrawny girl that used to be here at the house all the time, but now.. Now you're tall and curvy in all the right places.."

By this time he had made it over to me and without a moments notice pulled me close to him, so close in fact I could smell his cologne mixed with lemonade. He raised his hand up to my face and traced the edge of my face with his finger.

"So, twelve years of fantasies?"

"Uh-huh" I closed my eyes as his fingers traveled down my neck and traced the outline of my shirt. He lowered his head and kissed the lower part of my neck, letting his tongue linger.

"You know what you taste like?"

"What's that?" I asked visibly shaken from one kiss.

"Lemonade and lust a very erotic combination. So, tell me Haley did you come over here to see me or Lizabeth?"

I opened my eyes, "You, Lizabeth was just a bonus."

"So, tell me what you want Haley. Tell me exactly what you want."

"I'm not sure.."

"What are you not sure about?"

"I'm not sure if you want it or if you're just.."

"..or just fulfilling your fantasies?"

"Yes." The word came out barely a whisper from my lips.

His hand traveled down my stomach and he slipped a hand in my shorts. Suddenly, I was really glad they were too baggy.

"No underwear?"

I shook my head as his fingers played in the hair covering my mound. An expert finger slipped between my lips and found my clit. Swiftly he flicked it back and forth causing me to moan out in ecstasy. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and I buried my head in the curve of his neck. He continued to play with my clit as he led me back to the couch and laid me back. In a second his hand slid back causing my shorts to fall to the floor and he pressed my legs apart.

"Well, we can tell you're a true brunette huh?"

I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy. I knew the couch would be soaked before long. He kissed my breasts through my shirt, and my small nipples became erect within seconds. He licked and sucked my nipples through my shirt and continued to play with my clit. He took a nipple into his mouth and softly bit on it as he inserted a finger into my steamy hole. A scream of pleasure erupted from my lips as I threw my head back.

"Well Haley this will be one fantasy you'll never forget." I laughed, "Promise nothing you might not be able to deliver."

As I finished my sentence he slipped another finger in my pussy and began thrusting them back and forth. His thumb stayed clamped down on my clit and he was sucking my right nipple like a mad man. I knew my orgasm was just moments away. No one could endure such a finger fucking without a release. I dug my nails into his shoulders as I felt my pussy walls contract and give way to a river of cum. He continued to vigorously fuck my pussy with his fingers until my pussy was spent. My head was laid back on the couch, my eyes closed, and I felt him trace my lips with his cum soaked fingers. I licked his fingers tasting my juices and sucked them.

I pushed him back on the floor and straddled him. I kissed him, sucking his bottom lip, and lightly nipping at it. I took my shirt off releasing my small but erect breasts and he began tweaking the nipples. I got off of him and noticed quite a bulge in his pants. I unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. He raised up as I pulled his pants down. He kicked his shoes off as I pulled his pants off completely. I slid back up and reached for his boxers. I slid one finger under the band on each side and pulled. His nine inch cock sprang to attention.

"So, Mr. Peyton.. "

"Haley, I feel we're a little passed formalities.."

"Well, Lucas..wow.. I imagined you packing.. But damn." I smiled and winked at him, "I don't know if I'll be able to handle all this cock."

He smiled, "I'm sure you'll manage."

I positioned myself between his legs and took the head in my mouth slowly circling my tongue round and round. I could feel the blood pulsing through his member as his breath caught. His fingers became tangled in my hair as I slid his cock down my throat and buried my nose in his pubic hair. I slowly pulled upwards, flicking my tongue back and forth on his root, and as I reached the top of the head his hands pushed my head back down. I began a steady rhythm bobbing my head up and down sucking his cock deep in my throat and back out again. I would suck on the head for just a second and then he'd push me back down. I deep throated his cock, sucking on the shaft, and feeling the veins getting harder every time. His breathing had become labored and he'd let up on my head a bit. I swirled my tongue on the head of his cock and sucked it. I felt him buckle.

"Oh god Haley, I'm fixing to cum.. Oh yeah baby.. Uhm... Oh .. Oh.. OH OH.. OH.. OH.. OH GOD.. Oh YOU LITTLE COCK SUCKER YOU.. MMMMMMMmmmmm"

His load exploded into my throat as I hurriedly swallowed, drinking every last drop. Amazingly enough, as I pulled back, I noticed he wasn't becoming limber. He grabbed my wrist and wrangled me down on the floor, sucking the remnants of cum off my lips. "Damn it girl.. What the hell did you learn in college?" He laughed.

"A lot of about psychology and sex." I smiled.

"Oh, I can tell.. I hope you're not ready to go home just yet are you?"

I shook my head, as he straddled my body positioning his dick on the outskirts of my waiting hole.

"So, I just have one question..."

I looked up at him, "What's that?"

"I was just wondering how deep are you?"

Before I could answer he slammed his cock deep into my pussy hitting the very bottom. My breath left my body in form of a yell.

"Jesus Christ, Lucas.. Oh God.. I think I'm going to cum from just that.. Oh god.. OH.. "

He began a steady rhythm sliding in and out of my pussy, "Oh no baby, not just yet, it's just getting good."

I felt him pull out again and he waited a few seconds before slamming his cock back in my waiting pussy. I loved it.. OH god.. I loved it.. This was everything I had hoped for and more. He hit every spot just right.

"Oh Lucas.. FUCK ME!!"

"Want me to fuck you?! That what you want?"

"Oh yes.. Oh Yes.. OH YES!!"

He began thrusting like crazy, deep in my pussy. Every fiber in my being was screaming in ecstasy and agony at the same time. My pussy felt like it ripped in many different directions. He thrust deeper, deeper, and deeper. My fingers dug into his back as my hips raised up to meet him on every thrust. I wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him as deep as he would go into me. He fell forward on top of me and fucked my mouth with his tongue as he fucked my pussy with his cock. My nails scraped down his back as my orgasm built.

"OH LUCAS!!! OH OH OH OH YES!!! OH OH OH OH OH I'M GOING TO CUM!!!"

I felt my pussy contract around his cock and his dick swelled at the same time. I felt the streams of cum filling my pussy as the dam in me broke around it. He continued to thrust into me until our juices flowed down on the floor. He convulsed on top of me and fell on top of my chest. Our breathing was labored and we laid there for a few moments. He rolled off and laid next to me.

"So.. " He spoke breathing hard, "how was that?"

I laughed, "Better than I ever could have imagined."

"So, I take it that's one fantasy you can cross off your list?"

I nodded, "Yup, think I can mark that right on off."

He laid there for a second, "Well, I'm glad I could help you out with that."

He sat up and I realized something. I got up and sat on his lap.

"I said that was one fantasy I could mark off, but that was the fantasy with Mr. Peyton.."

He looked at me, "Uh-huh.."

"but that's not all the fantasies I had about Lucas.."

He smiled and pushed my hair back, "Oh really now.. What do you have in mind?"

I winked.. "Well, I was thinking.."