Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, 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, things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, but it's all in good fun, I swear.
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Previously, on Senior Year Memories: As a favor to his favorite teacher, Mrs. Lynn, 18-year-old nerd Ryan Collins took on some extracurricular history tutoring in the first week of senior year. Ryan was dismayed to find out his first tutoring assignment was Kaitlyn Pruitt, a childhood friend who'd grown into a mean girl and a royal bitch. A very sexy mean girl, but still a mean girl. Trying to get out of tutoring to attend a party, Kaitlyn attempted to bribe him with a handjob. Seeing his giant cock, though, led to some steamy sex where Ryan lost his virginity, and the two old friends may have created a new bond that promised an interesting senior year.
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I'd heard it said that after you lose your virginity, the whole world looks different to you. There's supposed to be a spring in your step, a brand new energy you can't quite explain, a beautiful sense of knowing that the world isn't that bad if it's possible to know that kind of pleasure.
For the weekend after Kaitlyn and I first had sex, I knew that feeling well. I was on top of the fucking world, and it felt like not even god himself could've knocked me down from that high perch.
That feeling lasted until about Monday, when it was replaced by intense fucking paranoia. Now, I've had classmates on my ass my entire life, so I know what it's like to have people snickering and having it out for me. It only takes a year of running from Regan Hills' resident raging asshole, epic bully and king of the school because he's a fucking star football player Kyle Bowman to grow a set of eyes in the back of your head.
That's how when I started seeing them everywhere.
Girls.
Watching me. Eying me from a distance. Girls who'd go out of their way to ignore my existence not even a few days ago, looking at me, smiling, some of them I think even licking their lips. Some of the hottest girls in school, popular girls, girls whose social circles I was practically entire solar systems away from. I was probably reading too much into this, probably overthinking things, but it was hard to ignore Kaitlyn's words.
"Regan Hills High is pretty much fucking slut central."
Did Kaitlyn tell them? Did she leak to her friends what we'd done and, well, tell them about my cock? I mean, we fucked close to four times that day (and even managed to get some tutoring in too, believe it or not), I wouldn't doubt that she might've bragged about it a little, but I could've sworn that she'd keep it under wraps that she had sex with a nerd like me. God knows I'd kept it under wraps.
After all, no one would believe me.
Also, I had pretty much no one to tell so they wouldn't believe me; that was also a problem.
Or could they just sense it, like lions on the prowl? Is there just something about me, something they could smell that says I'd had sex, and that I had a big cock?
No, no, it had to be Kaitlyn.
At first it was just weird, like Brianna Roth dropping her pen and asking me to pick it up, giving me the perfect view up her skirt as she parted her legs slightly, or a group of cheerleaders looking at me and giggling when we passed in the halls. When these things happened, I kinda thought I was going crazy. However, when Haley Campbell brushed her hand over my cock "accidentally" while passing by during PE, and Rose Ferris did exactly the same thing "accidentally" in the school lunch line, I knew it wasn't just paranoia, and that something was happening.
Now, normally you'd think, hey, I'm a red-blooded American teenage boy, I should be all over this, but I wasn't. I was still trying to figure out what sex with Kaitlyn meant, and having all these other girls looking at me like I was a piece of meat was just, well, weird. I shouldn't have been scared by this, but I kind of was. Scared and excited, for sure, but confused even in the excitement.
I needed an escape, needed a place to get my head on straight. Normally that meant I'd go have lunch in Mrs. Lynn's room, but she wasn't in when I went looking. Wanting a place that not a single popular girl was likely to find me, I went to the only place I knew that I could find an escape.
The library.
Save for the cute blonde library aide Marie who eyed me occasionally through her horn-rimmed glasses but otherwise left me be, I was alone in my quiet corner. Alone enough that I could pull out my phone, ignoring the library's "No Phones" rule, and text Kaitlyn.
Me: Have you told anyone about what happened?
Kaitlyn: What? That you're tutoring me?
The emoji she sent was one of pure innocence, which told me everything I needed to know.
Me: Why'd you tell?
Kaitlyn: Why not? I told you you got a gift that's gotta be shared with the world. I'm just helpin that along.
Kaitlyn: Why, you think we got somethin special going on? That I wanted to keep you to myself or somethin?
In all honesty, I hadn't really thought of what I'd call the two of us. I knew the two of us weren't, like, together or anything, but further than that, I hadn't put a lot of thought into what we were. Having occasional filthy and fucking awesome sex, but more than that?
Me: Don't know what to think.
Kaitlyn: Well, far as I'm concerned, I'm not lookin for a boyfriend right now, but steady sex I can live with. You and me fuck when we can, and I'm happy, but really you gotta get out more. See what school's got. Some of my friends, they wanna find out too.
Me: So, what, you're like my pimp?
Kaitlyn: Pimp would mean I got paid. Call it an almost-friend with benefits? One of those benefits bein that I help you get laid with other girls too?
Me: This is fucking weird, you know that, right?
Kaitlyn: I know, ain't it great?
Kaitlyn: Also, tell someone. Secrets aren't as fun unless someone else knows.
I waited for more, but that's all she had to say.
So Kaitlyn had been telling people, which at least explained how weird things had been around school, but didn't tell me what I should do next. She wanted me to have sex with anyone who offered it by the sounds of it, which was a fine plan if I could pull something like that off, but it wasn't like girls were throwing themselves at me or anything.
At least, not as far as I could see. Not yet, anyway.
And she wanted me to tell someone? Who the fuck would I tell? Dad? If he were around, he'd have loved to hear that I'd gotten laid, but first he'd have to be around, and second, well, talking to Dad about stuff like this would've been weird. I had a few friends, not many, but people who might've been interested to know... or not, depending on the friend.
No, I had to keep this to myself. I couldn't stand anyone laughing in my face if I told them, and also... I knew that Kaitlyn thought that secrets were best shared, but I thought, at least this one, had a certain power holding it close to my chest. If I didn't tell anyone I was close to, then it was mine for just a little longer, and if it was mine, then it never had to run away from me.
Speaking of mine...
Looking over one shoulder, then the other, I opened the 'SENIOR YEAR MEMORIES' folder Kaitlyn created in my phone, looking over the two selfies she took, both of us naked, one picture of just the head of my cock in her pussy, the other of my cock all the way in. Kaitlyn's face was one of pure bliss and pleasure, far friendlier than she'd ever been to me before we started fucking when she was just a stuck up bitch. Seeing her like this was a look I could've gotten used to...
"Hey, whatcha got there?"
The voice belonged to another welcome face, just one that wasn't all that welcome at this exact moment.
"Nothing!" I said, quickly swiping the album closed and shoving the phone in my pocket.
"Nothing, huh? That's a pretty urgent nothing," Tori McNeil mused, sitting opposite me at the table.
If pressed to name my best friend, Tori would've been the only contender, easily. I'd known her since before I could remember, and all told she hadn't changed much in the entire time I'd known her. Ever since we played in the sandbox she was a tomboy who could beat me or pretty much any other boy in a fight, and, well, that hadn't really changed. True, now she was taller, slender and lithe with that classic redhead complexion, pale skin, freckles on her arms and cheeks, bright blue eyes and a mop of curly red hair that fell about her shoulders. She still wore the same slightly-baggy overalls and long-sleeved tie-dyed shirts that covered her frame, but I knew she'd grown up. There'd been times I was convinced we were destined to be together if just out of lack of options, but she'd always had a more active social life. That she was out and proud bi and told me she preferred girls generally, also never helped my case, but it did make it fun when we'd girl watch together.
"What, you hunt me down just so you could be a bitch?" I joked.
"Me? Never! No, I hunted you down so I could make you my bitch," she joked back.
"Well, you caught me, oh no, whatever will I do?" I fired back, sarcastically.
"Well, I got a pretty good strap-on at home, we could see how much of that you can take," she said without missing a beat.
I was going to laugh before I realized she was probably right; not long after she turned 18 last May, she got a summer job working at a sex toy store the next town over. Her insane stories of working the store were pretty much my only highlights of the summer.
"Pass," I said.
"Awww, you're no fun," Tori said.
"I've been told this."
"By me."
"And others."
"That'd normally indicate a problem, you know?"
"I'm all about problems," I said.
"So I've heard," Tori said mysteriously.
I gulped. Had she heard? Tori didn't travel in the same social circles as Kaitlyn or any of her friends, but that didn't mean she couldn't have heard; Tori was on the school paper and loved to keep an ear to the ground for gossip.
"Oh?" I asked, noncommittally.
"Yeah," Tori said, leaning in close across the table. "Kyle's looking to make an impression to kick off senior year, go out with a bang, I think, and he's been looking for an easy target."
