(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun.)
(Author's Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. Book Club Memories is a much-requested spin-off tale from my vaguely epic story Senior Year Memories, taking place between chapters 40 and 41 of that tale. All of you who have read that far in the story will hopefully enjoy the continuation of various storylines, but as for the rest of you, I want to let you know now that it is NOT necessary to be a Senior Year Memories expert to enjoy this story (though it certainly will help for overall enjoyment). I'm doing my best to write it as both a continuation, and a miniseries that will stand on its own for your reading pleasure. I hope you all enjoy!
Further, I would like to thank the readers whose votes helped determine some of the action of this story. As always, I want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author Lil_kitty for her excellent work as my editor and acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter, and for letting me know what did and didn't work; if you get a chance, please check out her work and drop some stars if you enjoyed, she writes some very hot and fun stories.)
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SUNDAY MORNING
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Before my senior year of high school began, I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who'd wake up bright and early and just jump into working out. However, with all the life-altering changes this year brought, regularly working out was ultimately one of the less remarkable ones.
When the year began, I was a scrawny and pale nerd who stood just under six feet tall. The nerd part hadn't changed, nor had the paleness or my height, but with the help of a very enthusiastic cheerleader (who now happened to be one of my two girlfriends), I'd gotten in pretty good shape by March, putting on a fair bit of muscle and gaining stamina over the past months. I would never look amazing or be in a place where I'd try out for the football team, but even I had to admit that in the right light, I was looking pretty good these days.
This did, however, have the unexpected side effect that I actually started to itch and ache for exercise if I had gone too long without it, and that the only cure for this was to actually do something every so often.
And that is how, even while on something of a long weekend vacation, I found myself waking up earlier than I expected and ready to jump out of bed, eager to get a jog in. I put on my glasses, dressed quietly and looked back at the bed, finding it a *very* difficult bed to leave, as still sleeping in it was the deliciously nude form of Mrs. Cassandra Pruitt. She was the mother of one of my oldest friends, Kaitlyn (the girl who took my virginity, as a matter of fact), and we'd spent the better part of the night fucking every which way until we were ready to pass out. For a woman I had often looked up to as a surrogate mother figure when I was little, I never knew how utterly filthy she could be... how eagerly she'd take it in every hole, guzzling down my cum and begging for more, all the while sharing in a certain unique intimacy that made me hard just to think about last night...
Fuck, just looking at her in bed like this, softly breathing on her back, her DD-cup tits rising and falling, it nearly made me change my plans. I could have just stopped then and there, stripped back down and woken her up so we could have some serious fun. No doubt she'd give me one hell of a workout, at that, one that would make any jog pale in comparison.
But once I started having sex with one of the MILFs at this getaway, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop, and I still wanted to check out the beautifully forested area surrounding the house the book club rented for the weekend before we all had to go back to our regular lives.
So, after I finished dressing and pulled on my shoes, I crept out of the room, and then made my way towards the back door. It was mostly quiet inside, and no doubt most of the ladies were still sleeping. The sun was shining, but everyone had a lot to sleep off after the partying of the last couple days... though I could swear I heard some moaning in the distance, which brought a smile to my face.
I slipped out the sliding glass door near the kitchen, out past the pool and the hot tub, and took in the beautiful morning before me. The nearby lake was shimmering with the early morning sun and looked utterly idyllic, while the forest of pine trees that ran around it looked as gorgeous and simultaneously foreboding. I'd heard from Lauren on our drive up that there were supposed to be some hiking and jogging trails that ran around the lake, and as I stepped off the deck that led away from the house's pool area, I found one quickly enough that looked like it passed through a decently dense area of forest, but not too far from the lake.
With a grin, I took off at a decently paced jog, enjoying the freedom of the moment.
Now, normally nature and I didn't exactly get along. Everything that grew seemed to live for attacking my sinuses, while the sun wanted nothing more than to boil me alive. While I couldn't help any of my issues with the plant side of things, the trees did offer sufficient cover from the sun, and when I realized that I could breathe decently enough after a good jog away from the house, I put on the speed and really got into it.
Without my phone, I only had the sounds of the forest, my own steady breaths, and my footfalls on the fallen leaves and needles to keep me company. It was a unique experience for a proud city kid, but I was loving this moment of solitude. I had spent most of my life more or less being my own best friend, but this year had brought about a social life and dozens of new friends that I couldn't have been more grateful for, as well as all the social obligations that came with this newly expanded life. I didn't get as much time by myself as I was used to, and while this was still a distinct improvement, it did give some extra power to these moments of solitude that I chose for myself.
Jogging like this, I felt fucking *alive*, with every step energizing me and filling me with life, and I could have howled with joy if I wasn't afraid of pissing off anything that might have been living in the forest and wanting to make a meal out of me.
I'd probably made it a little more than a mile and a half down one of the trails before I stopped, taking a moment to stretch and catch my breath and get back to savoring... well, everything about this weekend, really. This slice of paradise in nature I was taking was good for a brief change of pace, but that novelty was wearing off, and suddenly getting back to the house began to sound positively exciting. The thought of all those horny MILFs, many of whom I considered close friends, waking up and getting ready for another day of hot sex... well, that got the blood flowing somewhere else in my body now that I'd filled up my need for some alone time. I was feeling in a mood for seizing this day and going after what I wanted, and if I didn't want to miss out on any of those opportunities, I knew I'd be best off making my way back to the house.
So, I turned back, wondering just what kind of debauchery awaited me...
I didn't have to wait very long to find out.
A short distance from the house, I could hear the familiar sounds of a woman moaning. Not just any woman, but one I was intimately familiar with.
Not wanting to interrupt what would certainly prove an interesting sight, I slowed my jog and crept along the path, sneaking closer until I could discover the source of the moaning... no, not just moaning anymore. Moaning, and a voice, one that was low and playful and pleasantly commanding, as two women had snuck off to the edge of the forest for a little outdoor fun.
Creeping through the trees and keeping myself reasonably well-hidden, I snuck around to the source of these sounds and saw a truly delightful sight. Statuesque redhead Mrs. Lauren McNeil had her back to a tree. Her long, straight hair was held back from her face in a ponytail, while she'd dressed well for a run with jogging shoes, light-colored leggings and an equally light sports bra. This look showed off her pale, flawless skin almost as well as it showed off her pornstar body, with toned legs leading to an epic ass, and large, DDD-cup tits that threatened to spill out of her sports bra.
Well, I should say they *would've* threatened to spill out of her sports bra, if her magnificently epic tits hadn't already been freed. Her magnificently round breasts were bared with hard nipples standing out proudly, while her gorgeous face was screwed up in a look of absolute ecstasy. She moaned loudly, bracing herself against the tree as her shapely, and now shaky as hell, legs struggled to keep her balanced.
This condition was most likely due to the woman standing in front of her, who had one hand buried down the front of Lauren's leggings, while the other groped at her tits.
Seeing who she was with, I was hardly going to blame Lauren for losing control.
"See? Isn't this a lot better than worrying about some bitch who isn't even here yet?" Ms. Viola Kent purred, grinning deliciously as she vigorously fingered Lauren. "This is a weekend about fun and excitement... not worrying about some cunt who likes to start problems..."
Lauren groaned, her eyes fluttering as she tried to put any words together. "I... but... but..."
"Hush, now..." Viola said, her beautiful brown eyes darting briefly in my direction, almost as if she knew where I was. "Don't talk... just cum for me like a good little slut..."
This was an interesting way to put it, considering that Lauren was positively Amazonian compared to Viola. While Lauren was a 5'11" stacked redhead, Viola was a lithe and lean 5'7" brunette, with a toned, dancer's body that was showcased well by her own dark sports bra and stretchy booty shorts ensemble. Her silky, mid-back length black hair was tied up in a bun, allowing me to get something of a look of her achingly beautiful face as she continued to finger Lauren. While I couldn't be sure that she'd seen me, the way she stepped ever so slightly to the side gave me a better view of Lauren's half-naked body, which I appreciated greatly.
While it looked like they had gotten a bit distracted while taking a jog of their own, I certainly wasn't going to complain. I watched them like this for a few minutes, Viola pushing Lauren closer and closer to an orgasm as she herself began to look like a lust-fueled monster. By the time she was leaning in to first suckle at, then gently bite onto Lauren's tits, I already had my cock pulled out of my shorts, stroking myself in anticipation at this powerfully erotic sight.
By the time Viola bit down nice and hard, Lauren had hit her limit, crying out and shaking with explosive pressure as Viola made her cum. She writhed and jerked against the side of the tree, her legs threatening to give out beneath her as she came violently. Though seemingly small, Viola had the muscles of a dancer and was more than capable of keeping Lauren vertical, holding her and whispering sweet nothings to her as she kissed Lauren through the last waves, before letting go and pulling her hand from Lauren's pants.
"See? Isn't this better than worrying over nothing?" Viola asked, kissing her friend and smiling with some amusement.
"Oh, god... much..." Lauren laughed, her body now flush with exertion.
Viola licked her glistening fingers off. "You really gushed hard there..."
