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As the girls got out of the car, Crystal hoped that her friend would tone it down a bit, despite the effect that it had had on herself. Jill had no intention of flaunting her sexuality to her classmates. She had enjoyed the shock attack with Crystal, but her actions were extreme, even for her. She truly believed that sex should be celebrated and free, but had no desire to be thought a slut by her former classmates.

Jill's concern was that she had woken up a sleeping dragon. Might Crystal do something that she might regret. Jill got to leave at the end of the weekend, but Crystal still lived her as did many of their friends.

As the girls passed through the gate at the pool, like with most of the new arrivals, all eyes turned to them. The difference was how many eyes remained on them as they strolled by the pool looking for a couple of free lounge chairs. Neither was looking to swim, so with a nod towards a pair in the back by the bar, and a nod of approval, they made their way to the back of the fenced in area around the pool.

Both women had changed, physically, quite a bit since high school, so many of the early arrivals were trying to place the 2 new faces. The men that had foregone the golf tournament, were trying to access whether the girls were potential conquests and the women wondered if they were potential rivals. Many recognized Crystal, since she had remained local, but most were stuck trying to place Jill despite the 2 being inseparable in high school. She didn't wear a wedding ring despite her status, so both men and women were on high alert.

One man that did recognize both, and was headed over to greet them even before they arrived at their chairs, was the aforementioned Bill. He was vice-chairman of the Reunion Committee, and was trying to visit with each classmate as they arrived. He was lucky that he had arrived before the girls stripped down to their bikinis, since his wife Carla was watching his every move.

Bill's luck was short lived, though, when Jill turned and saw him. "Well, hello Bill. How nice to see you again." Jill greeted while openly eyeing him from head to toe. Her eyes stopped briefly at his groin, pondering what the swim trunks hid.

Crystal had set her pool bag down and was beginning to turn when she heard the name. She hesitated and considered adjusting the chair to avoid things but decided that would just be delaying the inevitable. "Hello, Bill" Crystal said as their eyes locked. "I would have that you would be at the golf tournament."

"I thought that it might be an unfair advantage since I play here 3 or 4 times a week." There were other classmates that were members and played often, but none were nearly as good as Bill. He had won the Club Championship 2 years prior, so any team that he had been on would have been the prohibitive favorite.

"Fantastic," Jill blurted out a little too enthusiastically. "Right time. Right place. We need someone to oil our backs." She pulled her t shirt over her head and stepped out of her shorts before handing Bill the bottle. She quickly laid face down on the lounge chair hoping to hide any dampness from the trip over.

Bill looked down at Jill, and then back to Crystal for help. Crystal just shrugged her shoulders and sat down sideways on the chair. Bill seeing no way out of the situation sat, teetering on the side of the chair and tried to oil Jill's back.

Jill was having none of that though, as she reached back and undid her top. "You are going to get everything uneven. Straddle me and sit on my butt." Bill once again didn't see a polite way out of things and did what he was told. The only reason that he had considered backing out was his wife Carla, and he doubted that her wrath could get any worse at this point.

Crystal could tell that Bill was not exactly comfortable and asked "How are Carla and Charise doing?" trying to deescalate things.

Bill wanted to say that his wife was an insufferable bitch, but focused on Charise, his 3 year old daughter instead. "They're doing well. For

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