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: Okay, so I know I've done more than 50 chapters worth of material in the SYM-Verse, but at the same time, this is the chapter that's actually got the number 50 on it, and as such it feels like a time for some celebration, including a good handful of cliches I'm shamelessly borrowing from over-the-top milestone episodes of TV shows, so there's times that this one might get a little sillier than usual. In all seriousness, though, I want to thank each and every one of you for all your support; it's occasionally been a rocky ride, but your support has meant everything. When I started out, I doubted there'd be any enthusiasm beyond my own for my cheesy, cliched story, and now here we are... thank you all, for everything. It's meant a lot that you enjoy my writing, and I look forward to sharing much more with you in the near future. As well, of course, I want to thank all of you whose votes helped create the foreign exchange student, Maeve O'Brien, who cameos in this chapter, and will get more dedicated appearances in coming chapters!

Previously, on Senior Year Memories:

After a long, drama-filled month spending time with the girls of Regan Hills High School's drama club, 18-year-old Ryan Collins spent a day with his girlfriends, enjoying morning sex with bubbly blonde cheerleader Brooke King, a steamy afternoon with nerdy blonde cheerleader Sarah Kent, and an evening of hot anal action with goth princess Josie Wong, before the four of them settled down for a night of watching scary movies.

***

"So, I didn't want to tell you this until I was absolutely ready, but... Ryan, I'm leaving."

As sentences that could be read as vaguely ominous went, this one certainly could've been *quite* difficult to hear depending on who it'd come from and the exact context of it.

Fortunately for me, the context of this one was far from ominous, even though it did bring up its own share of questions.

Pulling my shirt on, I readjusted my computer screen so the camera could better see me as I looked at the person on the other end of my Zoom call.

"Leaving?" I asked. "Leaving... what? And why?"

The woman on the other end of my call smiled, a little nervously. There was a time once, long ago, when I wouldn't have liked seeing this person smile, as it would've meant she had some dark trick she wanted to play on me or my best friend, but the years had been kind to her temperament, and rather unexpectedly she had become one of the people dearest to me over the course of senior year.

"Well, I've had a new opportunity come up," 22-year-old Rachel McNeil explained, smiling at me confidently.

As ever, Rachel looked good. I don't think I'm overstating things to say she looked *damn* good, and not just because she was naked on the other end of the screen. The pale redhead pushed her glasses up her nose, her C-cup breasts rising deliciously and her tattoos pronounced on her body. Her smile had a quick cleverness to it, one that I'd once feared, and now come to appreciate. As my lovers went, Rachel was particularly dear to me, someone who could offer me a certain amount of perspective on life and where mine might have been going, and was genuinely just an amazing person to hang out with. She'd reformed herself rather well from being the bitchy wild child who used to bully me and my best friend (her younger sister, Tori McNeil), and though our sessions of long-distance sex weren't as frequent as I'd have liked, they were always exciting. We'd both had a couple great cums by the time she sprung this bombshell on me, which had me nice and mellow when taking in the news.

"What kind of opportunity?" I asked, gathering up my cum-drenched tissues and looking to throw them away.

"Well, my company likes my work... like, *really* likes my work," she explained smiling proudly. "Though they're fine with me working remote, they're expanding their operations to open up a branch down in the Los Angeles area, and they asked me if I'd be willing to move down there to help them get things set up, since I know the area so well, and, well..."

My heartbeat quickened at the thought of her being local again. Under some rather dubious circumstances after what happened between the two of us at Thanksgiving, Rachel had left Regan Hills to take this cybersecurity job up in Portland, Oregon, and though I'd seen her once in person since then, it didn't feel like nearly enough. Knowing she could be moving locally again...

"That's amazing," I replied, parking myself back in front of the camera.

"I mean, I don't know where in the LA area I'll be, how much of a drive it'll be or whatever to visit home, but, I'll be able to see friends and family more easily," Rachel explained proudly. "It might be an hour on the freeway, but that's better than having to get some plane tickets."

"Only friends and family?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed. "You know, you *are* a friend now, right, Ryan?"

Chuckling, I asked, "I thought we were a *little* more than just friends."

"Oh, we are, believe me, we are..." Rachel purred, searching for and pulling a shirt back on. "It's just, all of this is a little overwhelming, honestly... I'd just started feeling like I'd really moved in, really started to feel like I might be making a home here. I'm really gonna miss this place... but I won't miss the weather. And it will be nice to get closer to everyone, now that my family doesn't want to kill me."

"They never wanted to kill you," I replied.

She smirked. "You should've seen the texts Tori sent me after Thanksgiving."

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying not to remember that dark time. "Point taken."

"Yeah, none of us were at our best, then... but we've made it work, fixed what was broken," Rachel replied.

"Yeah," I agreed, looking her up and down and smiling.

This had been a year full of changes, most of them good, but not all of them. Rachel leaving just after we'd discovered how much of a connection we'd forged with each other was one of the lower moments, but knowing that she would be local again, that we would have a chance to really see where our friendship might take us?

Well, that was certainly interesting.

"So, enough about me," Rachel replied, smiling a beautiful, toothy smile. "What's going on in your world? You mentioned something about Spring Break coming up, right?"

"In a few more days," I answered, smiling. "I'll be in town since Dad's too busy with work for us to take a trip or anything, but, I've gotten invitations from a bunch of my friends to 'hang out' over the break, so, it's not like it's going to be a bad thing, even if my girlfriends will be gone for most of it."

"Oof, I'm sorry to hear that," Rachel replied.

"Me too," I said, sighing a little sadly. "But, school's finishing up soon, a lot of people are going to be going their separate ways... spending time with our families while we can, it's kinda something that's gotta happen."

"Tell me about it," she said, nodding sagely. "There's a lot I wish I'd said and done differently so I didn't have to leave things on the terms I did... but I'm planning on making up for lost time soon."

"Good for you," I replied, smiling. "And if you wanna do any of that making up for lost time on my cock..."

Rachel rolled her eyes playfully. "Speaking of family, give my best to my beloved little sister when you see her again... and your dad, for that matter... I haven't seen him in ages; he was always a pretty cool guy to me."

Tilting my head in confirmation, I said, "Copy that."

She laughed, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, Ryan... you're such a fucking dork... but goddamnit, I can't fucking stay away from you."

"It's one of my many powers," I replied, taking a bow.

Rachel rolled her eyes again, joking. "I'm hanging up now. I'll be seeing ya..."

Before I could respond, she smirked and ended the call. It may have been the afterglow of some vigorous Zoom sex, or the thrill of her announcement, but I was feeling pretty fucking good at the end of this call. Rachel would be living close by again... fuck. There was something unique going on between the two of us, a fire that was unmatched by anyone else in my life. I knew that fire could be trouble if it wasn't stoked well, but when it was, goddamn would there be some fun in it for all involved.

I smiled stupidly, elated as I thought about not just her, but everything else the surrounding days had offered. There were only a couple school days left until Spring Break, and this good news was only helping me feel further brightness in the face of the upcoming week of irresponsibility and sex I was anticipating. While there were a lot of pressures building in the background of my life with graduation upcoming and my uncertain future not far behind that, I had forced myself to be in the mindset of worrying about the real world *after* Spring Break. Between now and then, there would be fun and only fun, with not a single thing threatening my good spirits.

I mostly managed to hold to this, as well, not that there weren't a few fun hiccups along the way.

***

The next morning, I was dressed for school and gathered my stuff together fairly early, munching on a Pop-Tart as I walked for the front door. Hearing noise nearby on my way out, I quickly slid into my dad's office, finding him sitting at his desk and talking on the landline. A short, bald, middle-aged man with a bit of a paunch, he looked a little more tired than usual, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration before pushing his thick glasses up.

"No, no, no, the *third* kind is when you actually meet one, evidence is only the *second* kind," he clarified, sighing in annoyance and playfully rolling his eyes at me as he saw me, as if the person on the other end of the line was asking the dumbest question in the world. "And you think... no, no, that would be the *fourth* kind, maybe the fifth kind if there's evidence there as well, but those are debatable and not part of the original Hynek scale, so I'm fairly dubious as to what you're asserting..."

I didn't have a lot of time to dawdle, but I did run in quickly to give him a hug before I headed out of the office for the front door.

"Fine, fine, if you want me to examine the cows and talk your friend through what he says he saw, I'll do my best, but I'm hardly an expert anymore... and you better supply the gloves; I'm not buying those if this turns out to be another wild goose chase," Dad intoned into the phone, frustrated, as I left the office and headed to the front door.

Part of me wanted to linger, to talk to him and hang out for a couple minutes, because our time together was more infrequent than I'd have liked with him being out almost as much as he was in, but his hug was, as ever, welcome, as I jogged out of the house, backpack slung over my shoulder and Pop-Tart in my mouth. Tori's car was waiting on the curb for me, her smiling face eyeing me through the window with what might well have been mischief. Considering the fact that she was staying in town and likely to be one of my more enthusiastic partners in crime during Spring Break, I was understandably cautious of that smirk, but at the same time unable to not pick up my pace toward her.

Jumping over a sidewalk chalk drawing of a shark some neighborhood kid had left, I opened the passenger door to her car and slid inside, smiling around my Pop-Tart.

"Morning," I said, grinning.

My best friend, 18-year-old Tori McNeil, looked at me with some amusement. "You're in a good mood today."

I shrugged, laughing, "I guess I'm just a happy guy!"

She rolled her eyes, but with distinct amusement. The year may have been a rough one for Tori's and my friendship, but after patching things up from our rough period earlier in the year, we were more or less back to where we used to be; in some ways, perhaps even better. Our communication was open and honest about pretty much everything going on in our lives now, with neither of us keeping any secrets, and both of us content in our relationships, albeit content with the peculiar and wonderful way both of us had quite *open* relationships with a lot of our friends and acquaintances in Regan Hills.

Though she had taken to wearing dresses on occasion lately at the suggestion of her girlfriend, today Tori looked as familiar to me as she ever did, wearing overalls and a long-sleeved, tie-dye shirt that hugged her ample chest well. Her mischievous face looked out at me from under a wild set of red curls, her blue eyes sparkling with that fire that seemed to drive her in everything. She looked at me curiously, then shook her head as we drove off.

"It's about Rachel, isn't it?" Tori asked.

Finishing off my Pop-Tart, I asked, "She told you about that?"

"Days ago," she answered.

"Ah, well, I only just found out, so, it's still fresh for me," I replied, grinning. "Is her coming back a problem?"

"Nah. We're... we're still working on a lot, but we're doing better than we've been in a while. It'll be good to have her around again... and even better that we're not going to be under the same roof. Doing better or not, living together, we'd probably find some way to kill each other eventually," Tori continued, chuckling to herself.

That... well, that did sound about right. "Well, I'd like it if the two of you didn't actually do that. I kinda like the both of you, ya know."

"Oh, don't I know it," she replied, rolling her eyes in amusement again. "So, I know we've been talking about some ideas and maybes, but I wanted to ask you how set your social calendar for Spring Break is."

"I've got a couple days locked down for sure... Haley's invited me to her place, Kaitlyn's gonna want to do something, Olivia's indicated she's working on something fun, and I've already committed to joining Alice for a day at the Ren Faire... why?" I asked.

There was a look on Tori's face that I wasn't accustomed to seeing: nervousness. Oh, sure, she got nervous from time to time when she was afraid of getting caught, or in the middle of a lie, but this one was something that looked almost like... *embarrassment*. Not a severe embarrassment, not the kind that would have her cheeks flushing a bright red and would have had her talking to me through gritted teeth, but one for a conversation that she didn't exactly know how to bring up with me.

Naturally, this had me curious as hell.

"Well, I'd like a day with you... with you and April," Tori explained, cautiously.

I nodded. 18-year-old April Martel had been Tori's girlfriend since Halloween. A band geek and still mostly-in-the-closet lesbian, April was an unassuming girl as Tori's conquests went, but the two of them were surprisingly sweet together. Well, publicly, anyway; Tori spoke of April's dominant side when the two of them were in bed together, which I found honestly impressive when considering Tori's mousy blonde girlfriend.

"Another double date?" I asked, considering it. "I mean, that will be a challenge, since Josie, Brooke and Sarah are all taking vacations with their families, but Sarah's going to come back toward the later end and-"

"No," Tori interrupted me, emphasizing her point. "April... she wants..."

She sighed, trying to put her words together. "Look, April is comfortable with her only being into women, but that doesn't mean she doesn't watch porn and isn't kind of curious about how some other things shake out, so, she told me that she wants to see what all the fuss was about and that... well, that she wanted to see you and me have sex so she could see what the big deal is."

Admittedly, I'd heard a lot of interesting notions this year, but this one was more interesting than most.

"So, your girlfriend wants to watch us have sex?" I asked, trying to make this clear.

"Yup," Tori answered. "She wants to be in the room, she wants to watch... she'll probably want to do things to me and with me during that period, but, yeah, she wants to watch the two of us fuck. She's already seen enough porn, I think, to know what it's like watching a guy and a girl go at it, but I think she's heard enough about you from me and, well, pretty much every other girl at school, to be curious what that's all about."

"Interesting," I said, considering the point.

I knew there were a lot of little freaks in our school, and that April was close to being one herself given all the descriptions Tori had given me of their bedroom activities, but this was a new one for me.

"You won't be fucking her, of course... I just want to make that clear," she explained. "I mean, *I'd* enjoy watching that, but she's got a strict no-real-cocks-in-her rule... though the idea of watching you fuck me really turns her on. She's... she's been really fucking excited about this, asking if we could set something up together. So... yeah, I've asked you, and if this is something you want to do, hey, I'm all for it, and if it's something you don't, then don't stress, but... well, yeah. You get the idea."

Tori explained this all to me very quickly, and I couldn't help but think she'd written up a speech and thrown it out at the last minute before babbling everything out. I looked at her cautiously, wondering if she had anything else that she wanted to add before I broke out smiling.

"That's an interesting idea," I admitted.

"Interesting enough that you'd be willing to give it a go?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, of course," I laughed, playfully squeezing Tori's thigh. "I'm onboard... just let me know what works out for you guys best next week, yeah?"

The look on Tori's face... well, it did look a lot like relief, even if in that relief there might have been some fear now that this idea was real, rather than just something that was an intellectual exercise until the question had been asked. Now that we were actually going to be doing this, I could see a little nervousness to her smile.

"I'll... I'll text you once I've let April know," she said, chuckling softly. "Thank you... I think."

"You think?" I asked, chuckling back.

"Well, I mean, you two are like the two most important people in my life, so the dynamic is a little overwhelming... you can fucking forgive me if this is something I'm trying to apply all the appropriate weight to. It's a little intense, a little insane..." Tori continued.

"I know intense. I know insane. That's been my entire fucking year so far," I replied, leaning back into my seat confidently. "I can handle these things, can you?"

"Touche," she admitted, looking me up and down. "Ya know, this whole sure of yourself thing? It really suits you. I'm really glad you found it."

"I'm enjoying it, too," I replied, looking her up and down in return. "It still feels new, but it also feels more natural every day. I think I might finally be getting good at it."

Tori laughed. "The kind of ass you've been pulling down all year? Believe me, you've been good at it for a while, Ryan. I'm... I'm really fucking happy for you."

Her laugh and smile were genuine, without a hint of her usual cynicism and sarcasm, which made it difficult for me not to reply in kind.

"Hey, I'm happy for you too," I replied, reaching to squeeze her thigh affectionately. "I'm glad April makes you so happy."