Senior Year Memories

(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, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun. This story is highly serialized, and though it's not 100% necessary to have read the whole story up until this point to enjoy the content of the chapter, it's definitely advisable to understand the many ongoing plots.)

(Author's Note: Well, it's been a while since we've seen this series title, hasn't it? I know, it's been forever, but I haven't forgotten the flagship title of the SYM-Verse, not for one second. I want to thank you all for your patience as I've explored spin-offs and a MILF-centric miniseries, but now we're getting back into the swing of the story that brought so many of you here in the first place. For those of you wondering, this takes place after all the events of Book Club Memories and Chapter 3 of Diary of a Goth Princess, and while not 100% necessary, it would help to have read those to understand a lot of the mentioned plot points.

I want to thank everyone who voted on how some of the action of this chapter will shake out, and 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.)

Previously, on Senior Year Memories, Book Club Memories & Diary of a Goth Princess: Attending a D&D game night with his recently reconciled best friend, Tori McNeil, 18-year-old Ryan Collins may not have had the dice on his side, but did wind up having a good time having sex with busty Asian nerd Katie Park. This was all a prelude, however, to a long weekend spent with the MILFs of Viola Kent's book club having, well, pretty much all the sex in the world, all leading to a direct confrontation with Karen Bowman, the mother of his longtime bully, Kyle. Though she tried to leverage various school programs against him, Ryan manipulated the situation so that not only would she use her PTA influence to back off on the threatened programs (including Mrs. Harker's spring musical), but that they would cap off their newfound accord with hot group sex. With a new lease on March, anything feels possible in Ryan's world.

Meanwhile, Ryan's girlfriend, 18-year-old goth princess Josie Wong, has been having adventures of her own, including a trip to the local sex shop with one of her best friends, the band geek turned cheerleader, Sarah Kent. While enjoying the shop's glory holes, Sarah admitted to Josie that she had gained feelings for Josie, and Ryan, and their mutual girlfriend Brooke, a development that Josie welcomed, but one that could certainly complicate relationships moving forward...

***

It had been a week since I came home from Viola Kent's book club getaway, and I was just about recovered. Yes, I know, poor Ryan, had too much sex with so many MILFs who treated him so nicely... but I gotta give it to those ladies, they had energy to spare, and by the end of that Monday I was well and truly fucked out. I took it easy at school for that next week, a choice made all the easier by Brooke and Josie being busy with family obligations, and it being easy enough for me to very politely turn down the handful of girls who hit me up via text.

...okay, maybe I had a quick thing with the pizza girl, but beyond that, I was semi-abstinent for most of that week, and not minding this recharge period too much. The rare time I had with Josie and Brooke was nice and sweet, the three of us studying or watching movies, and making out, of course... but we kept it pretty simple.

For a while, anyway.

It was bright and early on Monday morning, and I was taking a shower before school, thinking about the week's homework and tests, and maybe even allowing those thoughts of applying to college to seep in, given that we were now about a week into March. I was getting lost in thought under the hot blast of my showerhead, inhaling my body wash's fruit-scented aroma, when I heard the bathroom door open and close quickly.

My cock was hard almost instantly.

Brooke King had a way of doing that to you.

"Like, O-M-G, these muffins your dad made us are, like, amazing! Totally the best," she intoned from the other side of the shower curtain.

I could just see the faint outline of my petite blonde girlfriend in her hot pink pajamas, licking her fingers as she must have just finished one of the muffins Dad had left for us. Looking at her through the curtain, though, I soon saw her pajamas hitting the floor.

"Let him know the next time you see him; should be back from this conference sooner than usual, I think," I said.

"I will!" Brooke replied, pulling back the shower curtain and eyeing me with a long, lecherous look.

It was an easy look for me to return. 5'1" and the very definition of petite, Brooke was a tiny, fit cheerleader with a lusciously round butt and the perkiest A-cup tits. Her face was at once sweet and naughty, with rounded cheeks, a cute, upturned nose, a mischievous smile and the biggest, most dazzling green eyes you had ever seen. While her shoulder-length blonde hair was usually kept up in a pair of pigtails, she wore it down right now, given that she was about to hop in the shower with me.

My cock stirred at the memories of her coming over last night, and the fun we got up to...

Smiling that cute, devilish grin of hers, she climbed into the shower with me, closing the curtain behind her as she stepped under the hot spray of water. "So, like, where'd he learn to bake like that anyway? I *so* need to steal some of his recipes..."

I laughed. "College buddy of his was a chef, even had a TV show for a while; Dad and I got to sit in on a couple tapings, even. He gave Dad baking tips and some of his recipes before that whole scandal when he got busted for smuggling all those exotic turtles for resale."

As she finished rubbing shampoo into her hair, Brooke's eyes went wide. "Ooh, I remember that guy! That was a really good show! Sucks that they canceled it."

I shrugged. "Well, he *was* guilty. Still, good recipes, and Dad knows how to make 'em well."

"Sure does," Brooke giggled. "Get my back?"

Showering with Brooke was always like a game you weren't 100% sure of the rules of. Sometimes it would just be a shower, and other times, it was a prelude to sex. I couldn't read where she was this morning, but I was happy to soap up her back all the same, since I'd always take any excuse to touch her.

I soaped up her back, scrubbing it in as she braced against the wall for support.

"You can, like, go a little lower, make sure to get my butt!" Brooke giggled, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Uh huh... make sure we get you nice and clean?" I suggested, dropping my hands to massage her ass.

"Something... something like that..." she purred, grinding her ass lightly against my hands.

I grinned, sliding my middle finger between her ass cheeks and pressing it first against, then into her asshole. Brooke sighed, appreciative as I thrust it gently in and out of her tight, clutching hole.

Then she giggled. "Feels like someone's totally excited to shower with me..."

It took me a second to realize my cock was pressing up against the side of her ass, but she quickly reached behind her to grab hold.

I pulled my finger out of her ass, while Brooke turned around, angling herself under the showerhead to clean herself of all soap and shampoo and anything else that might sting for either of us.

And that's about when I pulled her in close for a kiss, but as with most intimate moments with Brooke, there's no such thing as *just* a kiss. A kiss soon became making out, and making out soon became downright lewd as we were groping and exploring each other with our hands.

"How much time do we have?" I asked.

"Not... like, a *lot*..." Brooke admitted, running her hands up my chest. "But I'm crazy horny, and would really like to get some before school."

Gotta appreciate Brooke's straightforwardness.

I pressed Brooke up against the wall, one of her legs gripped in my hands as I lifted it up ever so slightly, better presenting that sweet pink pussy of hers to me. She reached down between us, grabbing hold of my cock and lining the head up with her pussy, mewling sweetly as she rubbed it over her folds, then against her clit for a moment, before finally pressing the head into her. Groaning at the tightness of her familiar, perfect cunt, I soon pushed every last bit of my thick, ten-inch cock into her.

"Finally!" Brooke groaned, kissing me sweetly the moment I buried myself completely inside of her. "Feels like it's been almost, like, a year since we've done this!"

I grunted, starting to thrust my cock in and out of her. "Yeah... but didn't we spend all last night doing this?"

"Uh huh..." Brooke replied, kissing me sweetly. "But I can't get enough, and that makes it feel like foooooooreeeeeeeever!!!"

I loved her enthusiasm, and couldn't argue with her logic.

"Totally..." I grunted, fucking her against the wall and suddenly quite thankful for the non-slip shower inserts I'd gotten for Christmas. While shower sex was never really my favorite, I'd gotten used to having plenty of it, and it was better safe than sorry.

And with Brooke joining me... well, I could see the benefits of shower sex. She was as enthusiastic and energetic as ever, squealing and giggling and riding me to the best of her ability as I pinned her to the wall. I knew she would be all over the place if I hadn't had her pinned quite like this, but also knowing how much she liked me to throw her around and have my way with her...

Yeah, you could say we were both having a pretty awesome time.

"So fucking tight..." I grunted, leaning in to kiss her. "Fuck, I love you..."

"I love you too..." Brooke squeaked, kissing me back and wrapping her arms around my neck for balance. "Harder... please... fuck me harder... I want to be, like, totally full of cum before we go to school..."

"Shouldn't be a problem..." I replied, grunting appreciatively as I fucked into her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, moaning loudly when I reached down to toy with her clit. "I almost forgot! We're doing a study group, after school... Sarah's house... you gotta be there, alright?"

I squeezed her clit as I fucked into her, getting a rather nice wail out of Brooke as I continued to rail her. "Nadia said she might need me to start a new project today... but I'll make sure it won't go too late..."

"Good... fuck, keep going like that, harder, harder, I'm getting close... because Sarah needs catching up on her notes, and I don't want that girl to fail... she's the best! Isn't she the best?" Brooke exclaimed.

She had that right. Sarah Kent was one of the girls I'd grown quite close to this year, and I considered her one of my better friends. Sure, it was a little unconventional that she was also one of my girlfriends' best friends, and maybe it was a bit unusual, considering how often Sarah and I had sex, that she'd asked me to seduce her mom, but when it came with frequent sex with Viola Kent... well, I wasn't one to complain there.

Sarah was sweet and kind, intelligent and compassionate, more beautiful than she knew and an absolute freak in the sheets. My year was better for having gotten to know her, and I cherished her friendship. If she needed our help for peace of mind, then I would be there to help give her that.

"Yeah... she's the best... and she won't fail any tests... Sarah's fucking smart..." I grunted, feeling my orgasm approaching.

"She is... but please promise you'll be there, okay?" Brooke asked.

There was something in those big green eyes of hers that I couldn't thoroughly read, something that actually looked a little nervous, but I was too close to cumming to read too much into it.

"Of course I will," I replied.

A great look of relief swept across her face, further puzzling me, but not stopping me from what I had set out to do. I pounded up into her harder, nearly lifting her foot off the ground with every thrust.

"Yay!" Brooke replied, her voice breathy. "So glad we got that sorted out... there we go... harder, like that, fuck me harder, fuck your girlfriend's slutty little pussy harder and let's cum so we won't be late for school!"

"Way..." I grunted, feeling the explosion building. "Way... ahead of you!"

I'd timed it well enough that Brooke's wailing, messy orgasm came first, but only by a fraction of a second. Soon I was filling her pussy nice and deep with cum, thrusting in more slowly as I pushed every last drop into her.

Catching my breath as we both came down, I pulled out and let Brooke's leg down. "That was amazing... fuck, I love you..."

Smiling at me sweetly, Brooke kissed me. "I love you too. But we really don't want to be late, and I really would like to get an actual shower in! You know, actually get clean after all the dirty we just got up to..."

She ran her hand between her legs, scooping up some of my dripping cum and looking at it with lust in her eyes. "And what dirty it was..."

I laughed, smacking her on the ass playfully. "Totally."

***

After finishing our nice hot shower and getting dressed in clean clothes, I was more than ready to meet the day at school (I was especially mellow after Brooke quickly blew me in her car in the school parking lot, minutes before the first bell rang), riding high through my first couple classes and making it to lunchtime feeling damned good about myself.

This didn't change when I heard Peter Nixon calling to me as I walked across the quad toward the Puma Press offices.

"I owe you one!" he shouted, completely devoid of context, though if pushed I could've made some guesses.

I turned to view one of my less likely friends I'd made this year approaching me. The black, 6'4" football player was basically a wall of living muscle and good humor, easygoing in the way that those who are devastatingly handsome can easily get away with, and I could easily admit the guy was pretty damn handsome. There had been a time I'd been intimidated by him, as I'd been intimidated by most jocks really, but especially because I knew him to be one of Kyle's friends. Now knowing that he was a relaxed and thoughtful guy who was looking to get through senior year like the rest of us, well, it was easy for us to be friends.

"You passed Mrs. Lynn's test?" I asked as he sidled up to me.

"Best score yet," he said, clapping me on the back with one of his big hands and nearly knocking me off my feet. "I owe you."

"You did all the studying yourself," I replied.

"Yeah, but you showed me the way. I owe you... this'd probably be the time I'd offer to help set you up with someone, but since that's not an issue you have, wanna hang out sometime soon? Night on the town, two studs up for trouble?" Peter suggested.

The image of the two of us hanging out like this would've been insane last year. Now?

I laughed warmly. "Sounds great. I might even have an in at a strip club if you really want to get wild."

I said this as a joke at first, not that it was untruthful. Viola Kent had told me she'd been making a return to stripping now that Sarah had gotten older, and invited me to check her out on stage sometime.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

I nodded, with maybe a little bit of that extra bravado you'd get when talking to another guy.

He smirked. Peter was not a guy who needed help surrounding himself with gorgeous women, but the allure of the strip club is a strong one.

"Let's... let's think about that," he said, looking off into the distance as we approached the Puma Press office. "Sounds like it could be a lot of fun."

And that's how I found myself agreeing with something I'd meant as a bit of a one-off joke. "Let's do it... but for now-"

Peter laughed. "Get in there before Nadia tans your hide then (unless you're into that kind of thing), I got it... I gotta meet Sasha for lunch, anyway, tell her about my test!"

"Do that!" I called after him as he jogged off toward the cafeteria. "And tell her I said hey!"

He laughed again, an exuberant, booming sound. "I will!"

Peter and I were decent enough friends at this point that he probably would. It wasn't a secret among, well, any of us really that I'd had sex with Sasha Pearl, Peter's girlfriend, over New Year's, and there was not an ounce of bad blood between us. One of those many other delightful quirks to living in a town with such a unique perspective on sex as Regan Hills.

Shaking my head and trying to hold onto my amusement just a little longer, I opened the door to the Puma Press offices and stepped inside.

The offices were less busy than usual, with only a couple of people hunched over computers as they tried to fuse pictures and words together into articles that might please our driven student editor, Nadia Barclay. One of them was clearly my other girlfriend, Josie Wong, who looked too busy checking over her negatives for me to want to interfere with her. It was kind of fun watching her like this, intent and focused and not trying to be "on" for anyone, just lost in her own world as she tried to put her brilliant eye to work to make sure the paper got the best pictures possible. Fuck, this year had been amazing for so many of the people I'd met and known, but if Josie were the only one in my life-

"Ryan! You made it, good!"

I wasn't shocked that Nadia jumped on me almost the moment I stepped through the door, but I was still impressed by how quickly she grabbed my attention.

I turned to face her. The Nadia I saw here was a familiar sight, a beautiful black preppy girl with glasses, fashionable sweater and tight jeans. She looked a little more harried than usual, but I was used to harried Nadia, and was prepared for whatever it was I might have to deal with.

"Grab a seat... somewhere?" she said, looking around the cramped room for a table that might suit her needs for our impromptu meeting, and settling on one that had some of the nicer chairs in this room full of secondhand furniture, most of which involved not-so-nice chairs.

Fortunately, these ones didn't collapse under us as we sat at the table.

In that brief moment that Nadia was straightening herself up, I quickly glanced at Josie to see her looking at us, her beautiful face contorted by a playful smirk, further accented by her customary jet-black lipstick. Even after an eventful morning with Brooke, I could feel a certain stirring in my pants.

"I'll be quick, because it's lunch and I know you must want to eat," Nadia said, clearing her throat. "The school year's wrapping up, and both statewide and regional student newspaper award seasons are right around the corner."

"You know we're gonna win something, right? You're really making sure we all kick ass at this," I said, hoping to calm her.

She was nothing if not persistent. "Probably, but that doesn't mean we can rest on our laurels."

"I guess not," I replied. "I'm guessing that means you have something you want me to do?"

"You guess correctly. There's a lot of activities with various school organizations occurring as we get closer and closer to graduation, and I'm putting some of our best writers on month-long assignments in the field with them. Clubs, teams, student government... I want to do some nice, in-depth exposés to show the student body the inner workings of these organizations, show everyone a side of the school they may not get to see very often," Nadia explained.