After coming home from school, she found an invitation to a high school reunion in her mailbox. She didn’t really know what to expect, but the invitation made her happy. Her first class, which she led to her graduation. She still remembered everyone’s names, unlike later years. Self-confident Heda, who wasn’t allowed to attend the graduation, Jarda, who was bursting with wit, silent Květa, who was the first to get pregnant, Martina, the sex bomb of the class… and then Daniel. Daniel, absorbed in his own world and always ready to sarcastically drop a given topic. Daniel, who devoured her with his gaze whenever she stood in front of the blackboard. Daniel, who drunkenly confessed his love to her at the graduation party, swaying and charming with his youth. She still had a poem pinned to her fridge that he had once written for her.
I put a candle in a beer bottle ,
then light the wick with a match.
Then I see a fairy in the reflection of the light,
I tell her quietly, just come to me.
She suddenly felt old. In the mirror, she saw a woman a few years shy of forty, with tiny wrinkles that only she could see, her hair pulled back into a bun, her eyes tired of life. Was it even worth going there? The lonely apartment forced her to cast aside her doubts and head towards her memories.
The noise of the cheerful company greeted her. “Professor, come to us,” Heda rushed to her, who had long since forgotten the fights they had fought together. She could hardly find names in the familiar faces, occasionally seeking help in the loud cries when they shouted at each other about experiences from hops that she was not supposed to know about, and she secretly looked around to see if she could see Daniel. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and asked about him.
“Don’t you know? He was in prison. They say he killed someone, no one knows what’s wrong with him now.”
She looked away as if she had been scalded, so that no one would see how it had affected her. That was impossible, she was horrified. She could only hear the noise of the crowded room from afar and wondered what could have happened to that naive, romantic boy she still remembered.
Over time, she recovered and after a few toasts, she was already hanging out with most of the class. She didn’t mind, after all, she was only a few years older than them and with age and alcohol, the differences are erased. The hours passed and she was slowly getting ready to leave when a familiar man with sharp features appeared in the door.
“I hope you’ll welcome the old criminal,” he spread his arms and she slowly realized that it was Daniel. While he was being hugged by his excited classmates, she furtively looked at him, afraid that he wouldn’t notice her interest and she could barely recognize in his rough face the boy who wrote her beautiful, naive poems and secretly loved her. He walked around everyone in the hall until he stopped next to her.
” How are you?” she asked quietly.
“Why do you ask if you know?” he shrugged.
“What happened?”
A shadow crossed his hairy face. “A story as old as humanity itself. I came home earlier than I should have and caught her with a strange man. It still sticks in my mind, the screaming, the blows, the cops and blood everywhere,” he admitted.
“Do you still write poems to girls?” she tried to change the subject.
“It didn’t work out then. And then there was no one.”
“That’s a shame,” she smiled.
They continued talking for a while, but then they were swallowed up by the general noise, as the alcohol slowly broke down their inhibitions and the party got louder and louder. Even she could feel her cheeks turning red and knew she should leave, but she couldn’t. She caught him watching her now and then, but he always looked away guiltily.
She happened to notice a drunken classmate leaning over him and whispering something in his ear. Daniel stood up abruptly, his chair fell back, and for a brief moment it looked like a fight was about to break out. Instead, an ironic smile appeared in his eyes, he straightened up furiously, vodka in his hand, and began to sing in a raw, hoarse voice.
” They killed, they killed,
a man from Koločava.
Tell the gravedigger where he is buried.
He was here, he is not here,
the ravens on the fence.”
I killed
a man from Kolochava,
tell my girl where he is buried.
There were, there are no
ravens on the fence.
I killed them.”
The danger radiating from him bewitched her. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, nor could the rest of the room. Then the tension suddenly drained from him and he sat up heavily. “You’re not worth it to me,” he said through gritted teeth towards his classmate.
The atmosphere gradually calmed down. The couples staggered on the dance floor in an ever-tighter embrace, and Hanka was slowly preparing to leave when he approached her. “Shall we dance?” the smile she remembered so well from her school days flashed across his face. She couldn’t refuse, she suddenly felt like a little girl as he led her firmly with his arm around her waist.
She was enjoying the magic of the moment and didn’t notice the world around her, suddenly it was just the two of them. She didn’t even mind the hand he slid onto her ass, on the contrary, she pressed herself closer to him to enjoy his noticeable erection that was driving her crazy. “I should find a man, I’m completely drained by this,” she sighed to herself.
“That would be enough,” she pulled away with difficulty after he slid his hand under her dress. “I’d better go,” she smoothed her hair in an attempt to maintain her dignity.
But she didn’t resist when he offered to accompany her. They went out together into the summer night, which reminded her of the time of her first loves. Maybe that’s why she didn’t resist when he hugged her.
” You’re still the same,” he whispered in her ear.
“I’m getting old,” she smiled sadly.
“You’re still the same,” he repeated stubbornly.
“What?”
“Pretty.”
The admiration in his voice did her good. She lightly stroked his hairy cheek and ran her fingers over his lips. “Don’t you want to touch me?” she said, looking into his eyes.
“But you have to kiss me to touch you,” he warned her.
“That’s why,” she kissed him gently.
She didn’t resist when his tongue entered her half-open mouth and instead went out to meet him. As the kiss lengthened, she lost her self-control and eagerly groped his crotch while he eagerly kneaded her breasts. At best, they were interrupted by a random passerby who turned away in amusement.
“I live a short distance from here,” she suggested stammeringly in a vain attempt to catch her breath.
As soon as the door closed behind them, they frantically tore off their clothes to stumble naked into bed. The rest of the night melted away in fragments that she later put together in vain. She only vaguely remembered the sleepless night when they couldn’t get enough of each other’s closeness, the feverish touches, the hungry lovemaking, all of it melting into a confused image culminating in the ejaculation in her womb.
She woke up around noon. She wasn’t surprised to find that he had left unnoticed. She took it as a temporary infatuation that would not last. It wasn’t until a few days later that she noticed a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator door.
The fairy has the face of a girl I
remember from earlier times.
The wax slowly flows down like a salty tear,
where has the ancient rival disappeared to?
She thought with a smile that there was still the boy left in him who wrote her poems and tried to forget him. However, the night of love had its consequences, which she soon found out. She put off the decision until the last minute. She was slowly giving up hope when the jingling doorbell rang. “Sorry, I had to settle old debts,” he appeared in the doorway.
The idea for this, for me, atypical story came to me on the way home from a class reunion, when I was stumbling through my hometown in a slightly depressed mood. I decided to approach the tired theme of a high school graduation party a little differently than is usual in the context of the erotic story genre. I apologize for the lack of explicit scenes, but somehow it didn’t fit this story. At the same time, I apologize to the band Jelen for ripping off their song. If the end of the story seems cut off to you, I was just too lazy to write a happy ending .
