It's Natalie's ten-year high school reunion and she's reluctantly joined the planning committee. Things start to look up, though, when she finds that Haley Moore is on the committee--and she's even more gorgeous than Natalie remembered.
Ten years before, Natalie and Haley had experimented sexually together, but when high school ended, they went their separate ways. Their unexpected reunion finds them ready to make up for lost time, both in bed and out.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from First Taste by Paisley Smith
Ten years. I could hardly believe it. But here I was, walking into the restaurant where a few graduates of Woodrow Wilson High School were meeting to plan our ten-year reunion.
I had debated not coming at all. It wasn't as if I had a great job about which I wanted to brag or I still looked as good as the day I graduated. But when Jeff Thompson had pleaded with me to help him out--knowing what a pushover I'd always been--I didn't have the heart to refuse.
Divorced, no kids, a nine-to-five job...
I didn't have anything to brag about at all. Hopefully, I could help with the planning and fade into obscurity the way I had when we were all in school. I'd been the consummate wallflower, the nice girl who somehow never had a date, the last one picked for any team. Yessiree. Band geek. That's what it said next to my senior picture.
Well, it didn't say geek. It did say band. Right alongside French Club secretary.
As I strode into the restaurant, I looked for some familiar faces. I recognized Jeff's carrottop at the bar. Beside him sat Damon Gray, the quarterback on whom I'd had a wicked crush. Typical. He'd lost his hair and gained a beer gut.
My gaze drifted past him and my heart skipped a beat.
I stared. Looking thinner and prettier than ever, Haley Moore sat with her legs crossed in such a way that her short white dress revealed a tanned thigh. Leaning slightly forward, she sipped a martini from a delicate long-stemmed glass.
I sucked in a breath, shocked at the feelings the sight of her evoked in me. Haley and I had...experimented in school. She was the only secret I'd never told. Back then, I hadn't known I was bisexual. I simply thought I'd been practicing for guys. Now I knew better. Haley had starred in more than one of my fantasies over the years but I'd never gotten the nerve to call her. I'd certainly never had the cajones to act on my sexual desires.
As if my presence were somehow magnetic, she turned and looked at me. I held her surprised gaze. Actually, I withstood it. Paranoia struck and I wondered if she could tell what I was thinking.
A smile lit up her face. She put down her glass, slid off the barstool and rushed toward me with open arms. In two seconds, she enveloped me in a hug and as soon as my arms went around her, the memories of kissing her in the locker room, fingering her when our parents thought we were asleep, skinny dipping with her in her swimming pool, flooded back over me in a rush that spiraled straight to my pussy.
"Natalie!" Haley cried, holding me in an uncomfortably long embrace. "Oh my God! I haven't seen you since we graduated. What have you been doing? Come sit by me. You'll have to fill me in on all the details."
Her fingers laced with mine. I was certain everyone else assumed it was an innocent enough gesture but I knew better.
As we walked, I noticed her expensive dress and even more expensive shoes. Her makeup was impeccable. Her jewelry was stunning. The scent of her was sexy. Better yet, that scent was now all over me.
I felt like an awkward kid again as I lumbered along beside her in my high-top sneakers. As I climbed onto the open stool beside her, my thoughts ran wild. I wondered if her pussy had the same ultra-feminine fragrance as her perfume. We'd never actually gone down on each other.
Now I wished with all my being that we had.
I drank in her softly curled, dark hair that contrasted her sculpted bone structure. She'd lost the extra facial plumpness of youth and it suited her perfectly. "You look fantastic," was all I could say.
"So do you." She placed her hand on my jean-clad knee and an electric current radiated through me at the contact. The way she looked at me made me believe her words were true even though I felt the divorce had emaciated me. While some women emerged from divorce like butterflies breaking out of a cocoon, I had not. Dating had not appealed to me, although I'd been asked out several times. Instead, I'd been spending my free time volunteering at the local hospital. And while volunteer work was certainly rewarding, it did not fill the empty space inside me that had compelled me to file for my divorce in the first place. Neither had four months of therapy.
"How's your husband?" Haley asked as though she'd been picking up my thoughts psychically.
My lips parted. "I...we got divorced." There was no easier way to break the news.
Her smile faded. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."
I shrugged. "We just grew apart. I really don't know what happened." She hadn't asked but I felt compelled to attempt an explanation anyway.
Her gaze found mine again and the look in her dark eyes made me wonder if she was thinking the same thing I was--reliving one of our steamy sleepovers from years gone by.
"What about you?" I asked, changing the subject.
Her smile returned and I was mesmerized by full red lips and perfect white teeth. I inhaled and crossed my legs but the motion only aggravated the ever-increasing throbbing between my thighs.
"I never married," she said.
My eyes widened. "No?"
She giggled softly and leaned toward me until those cranberry lips grazed my ear. "Natalie, I'm gay. I thought you knew that."
My pulse accelerated so fast and so hard I just knew she could hear my heart pounding in my throat.
Still smiling, Haley straightened. Her cheeks pinkened and her eyes sparkled. I gaped as if someone had just told me I'd won the lottery. I tried to swallow but couldn't. All I could manage to utter was, "Really?"
Her eyebrows knitted together in mock reproach. "Silly Natalie. I thought you were too."
My mind fled back over the years with my husband. We'd been friends. We'd enjoyed each other's company but I'd never been really sexually attracted to him. I thought about the times I'd played with my vibrator. I'd always fantasized about being with women. Shit. Even though I'd never had sex with a woman, I'd known I was bisexual. That was never a question in my mind but could I possibly lean more toward being a lesbian than I'd known?
My intense physical reaction to Haley urged me to explore the possibility. Uncharacteristic courage flooded me and I gazed hard into Haley's eyes. "Well, now that I'm free, maybe you could help me figure that out."
Holding my stare, she twisted on her barstool and brushed my calf with the toe of her shoe. "I'd like that."