Caitlyn’s Reunion Union: Popping the Cherry The five-year reunion held some surprises. By PickFiction. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Caitlyn, you, I mean, I, you can’t imagine how many times I looked at you and wanted that to happen. And now it just did, and I still don’t know what to do.” I pulled back so we could look at each other but kept my arms locked around his neck, just inches between our faces. Mason was having trouble maintaining eye contact with me. As I looked at his face, I thought about what he had just said. Did he have fantasies involving me just as I’d had about Kirk? Was I doing to him now what Kirk had just done to me? Unlike Kirk, though, my gun had no notches, and I would be very surprised if Mason’s gun were different from mine. Did I want to marry him? Certainly, not now. Did I really like him in the few hours I’d been with him this evening? I sure did, maybe because he was not that much different than I was. But the music stopped, and the DJ was taking a break, so we had no choice but to return to my table. I saw Eileen heading toward us, but she stopped, smiled, gave a little wave, and stayed away. Mason grabbed my last two drink tickets. “Let me get you something,” he volunteered. “Whatever it is, I’m having the same thing.” His huge smile said more than words could. Did I need more buzz? My speech wasn’t slurred now–I was recovering a tiny bit. I looked at Mason’s expectant face. “Chardonnay, with both,” I added. Might as well get the big buzz since I wouldn’t be driving. As Mason went toward the bar, I saw Kirk, his coat on and his arm around a pretty girl whose name I couldn’t recall. They left together. Mason was back with the wine, and while we talked, I downed the first in three large swallows, and I noticed his face was a little fuzzy. But the DJ was back, and the music began again. “Let’s dance,” he said, standing. Maybe this would work well. I quickly downed the second glass and hoped Mason didn’t think I was a wino. “You’ll have to help me,” I said, and I was sure he could hear the way I was pronouncing my words. “Love to,” he replied, arm around my waist, leading me between tables. Arms around his neck once more, I was hanging onto him, and he was supporting most of my weight. He moved his head and looked at me. “You sure you’re okay? That’s a lot of wine.” I kissed him. Then he kissed me. Even without any fantasies to recall, I could feel my body responding. I loosed my arms from his neck, grabbed his hand, and headed for a door I had been through earlier in the evening. “Where are we going, Caitlyn?” Please call me Cait or Cat.“ "Where are we going, Cait.” We were halfway down the first hallway. “Somewhere, I think you’ll enjoy,” I said, wanting to add that I knew I’d enjoy it. We wound through the ever darker hallways until we were in the nook where Kirk had brought me earlier, Mason holding tight to my hand and, I was sure, wondering what was happening. I turned to face Mason, smiling and allowing our eyes to adapt to the darkness. He was biting his lower lip, his eyes locked with mine. “Cait, what…?” “Mason, do you see anything you like?” My voice came out low and breathy due to what was happening with my body. “Cait, I…of course…” “Mason,” I said again. “Do you see anything you like?” “I see you, Cait, and I’ve liked you all these years.” “Why didn’t you do something about it?” “A doll like you wouldn’t be interested in a freckle-faced redhead.” I smiled at his answer. “Mason, I hope you see how wrong you were, so do you see anything you like?” My chest was heaving, and I could see his was too. “Don’t hate me, Cait,” he said, “but…I like your breasts.” “Mason put your hands on my shoulders.” Slowly, he did. “Now, take hold of the straps of my dress.” His eyes never left mine. “Now, slide them off my shoulders and down my arms.” I felt the straps move, then the dress, catching on my now very extended nipples before dropping to my waist. It took a very few seconds for him