(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 series is a spin-off story from my main series, Senior Year Memories, starring the goth stunner, Josie Wong, girlfriend of that series' lead, Ryan Collins. While it takes place in the same universe and will often reference characters or concepts from it, being a Senior Year Memories expert is NOT required to enjoy this story; I'm trying to make it its own fun thing and aim to provide all appropriate context. So, while it will be familiar to longtime readers, it is meant to be accessible to newcomers as well. I don't have a set long plan for this one, aside from it being a chance to explore some darker corners of the story's universe and post periodic new installments, so let's just see where the fun takes us.
I will acknowledge that this one leans on canon knowledge a little more than others, so, apologies in advance if anything's confusing.
Further, I want to thank my reader Faqt3 for suggesting the original basis of this story idea, as well as all of those who voted for Tori to join in on this scene. 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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As far back as I can remember, there were always five of us: Hope, Mia, Fatima, Sarah, and me. I couldn't tell you how far back we went, because I couldn't say exactly when it was that we became friends. It was one of those things that happened gradually at first, and then all at once. One day we were just a bunch of random strangers forced together in the same classroom, then some of us started talking, then all of us started talking, and then, given enough time, the five of us were tight as can be.
We didn't have a lot in common when this friendship started, and by the time we'd all hit 18, aside from our friendship, we had even less in common aside from the fact that we were the best of friends. This wasn't a problem for me because, hey, people can like what they like and do what they want, but when we did lunch together at school, we certainly made a strange mix to look at.
As any of us could have predicted, Hope Harris became a skinny, bespectacled band geek. Less predictable was her budding amateur dominatrix side, and the unique relationship she'd formed with our school's color guard captain, Daphne O'Connell, but hey, they're happy, and being on the receiving end of Hope's dominant side is crazy fun sometimes.
Mia Roth was a good Jewish girl who still went to temple with her family every weekend, but rather than letting the shadow of her popular twin sister, Brianna, get to her, Mia instead became an emo rocker extraordinaire, with bright pink hair and more tattoos than I'd ever been able to count. She could be a real cunt sometimes with the attitude she had, but she was a friend you wanted on your side.
Fatima Hassan was easily the prettiest of us all, and found her way into overachieving whatever she put her mind to. Her preppy fashion was on point, she was a star athlete at multiple sports, and was an overachiever of the highest order. If any one of us was going to change the world one day, I'd put my money on Fatima, and if she ever did, I'd always get a good laugh at the memories of how good it felt to have her face between my legs.
By this point, you already know me, Josie Wong, world's hottest goth slut (I know, aren't I modest?) and all that, so I'll skip that introduction, because I'd rather talk right now about the girl who was most likely my best friend in that group.
I want to tell you about Sarah Kent.
Of the five of us, Sarah was always the quietest. One of the smartest, handily, and maybe the prettiest after Fatima, even though she never really seemed to believe it when we'd tell her this. She'd joined Hope in our school's band, not so much because she loved it, but because it was just something she was good at. Seeing her hide underneath her hoodie, only occasionally peeking out from behind her horn-rimmed glasses with those beautiful green eyes of hers, it got to be a little hard at times involving her as we all found our own interests and identities.
While a lot of friends drift apart when shit like this happens, though, the rest of us circled the fucking wagons around her to make sure she was protected, and to help her find herself. We would party together, try to bring her out of that shell when it was just the five of us, encourage her to find what she really wanted... fuck, I even talked her into getting a tattoo, but even that only did so much for her with the group.
Despite her shyness, when it was just Sarah and me, she'd open up and prove that she was full of sunshine and dreams, but lacked the confidence to actually go out into the world and seize what she wanted. She was raised by her mother to be an amazing dancer, and more than anything else it seemed like Sarah had a dream of being one of the school's cheer sluts. I couldn't encourage this dream for most people because most of our school's cheer sluts sucked, but if it would have made Sarah happy, I would've done whatever it took to get her to follow her dream.
And what did it take for her to actually get her spot on the cheer squad?
Cock. It took cock.
Ryan's cock, more precisely.
It was early October when I first hooked up with the hung (and sweet, and kind, and... well, you can read his story if you wanna get to know him better) nerd, Ryan Collins, and as soon as I got a taste, I knew Sarah would love it too. For all her shyness, the girl was an unbelievable slut for pussy and dick, and I knew Ryan would be up her alley. Sarah was nervous, but I pushed her, and I pushed her, and maybe I got through to her, because on Halloween, she chased Ryan down in her creepy ragdoll costume and seduced him.
She must've made one hell of an impression, too, since Ryan spent the better part of the next month tracking down his Halloween mystery girl, and come Christmas, used some of his connections he'd made boning the cheer squad to get her a tryout. Come the new year, Sarah was the newest member of the squad, which I guess has made me attend some school sporting events to cheer her on (a miracle, since this was something I'd promised never to do).
I'd never seen Sarah happier, and I couldn't have been happier for her... even if it meant I didn't get to see her as much. She had new friends, and was more popular than ever now, and spending most of my free time with Ryan and Brooke like I was, I wasn't a lot of help either.
Still, even if it felt like we were drifting apart with time, we were still friends. Best friends. Fuck, I loved this girl, I'd do anything for her, and I knew the feeling was mutual. We may not have gotten together or hooked up as often as we used to, but we always knew we were there for each other. What time we spent together was more precious because of its scarcity.
And on those occasions where we decided to get freaky? Oh, did we get *freaky*. That girl was an unstoppable force of slutty nature when she got her blood pumping...
Even I couldn't have expected how our friendship would change after a weekend trip to the local sex shop, however.
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The Smut Factory was a sex shop on the other side of town in Regan Hills, right next to the community college, and as purveyors of the finest pornography and sex toys went, they were pretty fucking great, actually. Having absorbed a couple of storefronts worth of space, they had a lot of room to go around, and a vast supply of whatever you could be looking for. Porn, lingerie and toys stretched as far as the eye could see, all of them ranging from the mundane to the fetish. I didn't often have the money to splurge on myself, but when Sarah told me she was free for the day and would love a girl's night out shopping to take full advantage of the three-day weekend we had away from school, I figured it was time to get some of that babysitting money together so the two of us could have a night on the town.
And so, the two of us ended up standing, staring up at what seemed to us to be the biggest fucking wall of dildos and vibrators in the world. Odds were it probably just looked that way because I was 5'4" and she was 5'2" and it was easy to dwarf us, but it was still fun to look at the filth unfolding before us.
"'Who Needs a Man When You Can Have a Dildo?'" Sarah recited, reading the sign above the display with a cheeky grin on her face.
"I mean..." I said, playfully flicking the tip of a toy that looked about the size of my forearm. "...it's not all wrong. These know more about pleasing a woman than a lot of guys I've been with."
"But not Ryan," Sarah said, shivering pleasantly.
"Oh, *so* not Ryan," I said, stifling a giggle with her. "But it doesn't hurt to have backups for when he's not around and you get horny."
