C1 Chapter 1

The high school was unusual in hosting the event on its own premises, but the former students who attended quite enjoyed the experience of seeing again the places that had once been so familiar.

The real reason, however, was that a few years previously they had been very poorly catered for at the main hotel and convention center in the town, and the Alumni Association had decided to organize it themselves at the school instead, and donate the money saved by doing so to the fund that they were raising to improve the track and sports facilities.

The practical organization was handled by some of the teachers; the food and drink was delivered by outside caterers, but at the event it was served by volunteer helpers from the present 11th and 12th grades (in this state, it was legal for 18 year olds to serve alcohol, and so the older 12th grades poured the bubbly wine for the guests).

Using current students in this way both reduced the costs and meant that a more lavish provision could be afforded.

Asami circulated around the large room, enjoying the lively hubbub of conversation and random encounters with people she knew.

There were quite a few of them here, former students and present staff, although the Principal of her time had retired and his female successor was a stranger to her.

It was interesting to see people after an interval of five years, and observe how much – or, more often, how little – they had changed. Mary Beecher still seemed to be an empty-headed giggler and Carrie Malone was as uncommunicative as always, but that was surely Hayley Statten over there, looking so much more stylish and assured than she ever had at school, in fact she had a much better figure than Asami remembered.

She made a mental note that she must chat to Hayley later on and find out what she had been up to.

Just now, Asami needed a refill of her glass, and she made her way over to the serving tables in a quieter corner.

She collected a fresh glass of the fizzy white wine from a tall young man who looked like a basketball player, and then moved to the adjacent table of snacks and nibbles, hesitating over what to choose.

The server here was a stunning redhead with a slight dusting of freckles in her clear complexion and, although she could only be about 17, evidently quite a full bust under her buttoned-up white shirt.

Asami was captivated by her looks and her engaging perky manner, and they chatted for quite a while about how the school was now – which, in truth, seemed pretty much unchanged since her day, although the girl (it turned out her name was Lauren) was quite gushing about the new Principal.

Their conversation was just running down when Asami felt a touch on her arm, and a familiar voice greeted her:

‘Asami! How lovely to see you here – how are you, what have you been doing?’

She turned with a smile of real pleasure, for this was one of her most favorite teachers, who had helped her a lot when she had been in the 11th and 12th grades.

Ms Henrikson had taught Asami math; she had been in her late 20s then, and was now 33.

However, she looked younger than that, being fit and healthy from her sports coaching of the junior softball and badminton teams, and from regular running and swimming.

At five foot ten, she was slightly taller than the younger woman, her blonde hair in a neat short style with a fringe and then cut away around her ears to the nape of the neck.

The teacher had a warm and attractive smile, a slightly snub nose, and clear blue-gray eyes.

She was wearing a pair of smart gray linen slacks, which dropped sheer from her flat stomach and trim flanks, and a white short-sleeve top with a pale blue cashmere vest over it; underneath these was the outline of the bra which encased her C cup breasts.

Asami chartered away about her new job, on which Ms Henrikson congratulated her.

The teacher also complimented her on how nice she was looking, and admired the younger woman’s knee-length strapless dress.

This was in a pattern of greens which strikingly offset Asami’s hair and skin tone; it was cut to cover her shapely bust with apparent modesty, yet also drew the eye to her cleavage, which was accentuated by the uplift given to her D cup breasts by their underwired strapless bra.

Asami noticed Ms Henrikson’s eyes strayed there several times during their conversation, and she suddenly realized that her former teacher was not just making routine ‘small talk’, even of the friendly kind with a favorite ex-student.

It felt more like flirting, that there was a sexual undercurrent which was expressed as much in Ms Henrikson’s eyes and gestures (her hand resting several times on Asami’s forearm), as in her conversation.

Perhaps, thought Asami, just perhaps something more is – or, with encouragement, might be – going on here!

An opportunity to find out soon presented itself, when Ms Henrikson commented that Asami must have had a lot of exciting experiences since she left town to go to college.

Asami whole-heartedly agreed – thinking of how she had discovered her true sexual preference with her freshman roommate, who had deftly seduced her in the first week, and how after a time she had become confident enough to frequent the local lesbian bars and clubs, which had resulted in some longer affairs and at least two dozen passionate one-night stands.

Asami had always liked and admired Ms Henrikson, without at the time realizing what underlay her feelings.

Now, perhaps there was a chance to recover one of the lost opportunities of her teenage years.

She looked the handsome teacher directly in the eyes, and said boldly:.

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TBC..