At a long-awaited class reunion, I met up with old friends again. Holding a video camera, I chatted casually, and somehow we slipped back into our old dynamics. Nami cheerfully kept the mood lively as always. Everyone excitedly talked about their jobs and lives, with food and drinks lined up on the table. Amid the atmosphere, a sudden question from a friend pierced the air: "Hey, does anyone know who Ken had a crush on back then?" The room instantly tensed. I answered honestly with an awkward smile, and Nami's face lit up in surprise. The unexpected confession stirred murmurs. When it came out that we'd actually had mutual feelings in school, the mood shifted completely. I became acutely aware of Nami's gestures and gaze. "Your face is red. Let's go to the restroom?" she suggested, and I followed with a wry smile. In the toilet stall, Nami teasingly licked my cock with her tongue, then took it deep into her throat, performing a sloppy, noisy blowjob with wet, slurping sounds. Overwhelmed by the skill of the girl I once loved, I couldn't hold back and erupted in a massive cumshot. Mesmerized, I watched as she caught every drop with her tongue and swallowed it all. Then, as if nothing happened, we returned to our seats. After telling everyone, "I'm heading out first," we left for a hotel. Without even showering, we hungrily explored each other's sweaty bodies, passionately craving more. We fucked in missionary, cowgirl, doggy style—switching positions repeatedly, bodies entwined over and over. We didn't stop even after two creampie loads, as if pouring out six years of pent-up longing. I never imagined our reunion would end like this.