Spring Brea Memories

(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 (often in regards to a character's proportions), please remember it's all in good fun.)

Author's Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. Spring Break Memories is a much-requested spin-off tale from my long-running Senior Year Memories, taking place between chapters 50 and 51 of that tale. All of you who have read that far in the story will hopefully enjoy the continuation of various storylines and returning characters, 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. I'm doing my best to write it as both a continuation, and a story that will stand on its own for the reading pleasure of those who might not want to go through all 50+ chapters of the main series. I like to keep things light, fun, thoroughly cliched and more than a little unrealistic, so I hope you all enjoy!

Further, I would like to thank the readers whose votes helped determine some of the action of this story and picked the majority of the girls who would make appearances in it, even though the appearance of the lovely Olivia Raine-Goldblum in this chapter was my own indulgence; you guys are, as ever, the best!)

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Staying the night at Haley Campbell's house hadn't been a part of my Spring Break plan, but it wasn't an unwelcome experience, either. For a girl who came from a family wealthy enough to hire people to do most things that they didn't want to, Haley was actually one hell of a cook, making some killer pasta for dinner and having a breakfast big and varied enough that I was actually feeling pretty fucking spoiled. Beyond that, the bed in the guest room was big, and comfortable, and often had Haley in it as well.

Our night may not have been filled with the most in-depth conversations, but that we spent the better part of the night fucking like crazy certainly didn't hurt, either, and had me in good spirits as I headed back down the hill in the morning on my way toward home.

I had another day ahead of me with another gorgeous girl to share some of my Spring Break with, and I needed to be ready to meet the occasion.

I rode home quickly from Haley's place and took in a quick shower, needing to refresh and recharge and switch out of my poolside appropriate clothes for stuff that might have a little more utility. While I'd known what was going to happen when I was going over to Haley's, today was different because, well, I had *no* idea of what this day held in store, as it had all been kept terribly mysterious.

Since that fit the company I was going to have today, though, it also felt thoroughly appropriate, as there were few girls quite like 18-year-old Olivia Raine-Goldblum.

While Haley had been one of the first girls to enter my life this year, Olivia was a much newer addition to my friend circle, having only really been in my life in any serious capacity since early March. In my capacity writing for our school's newspaper, the Puma Press, I was tasked with doing an article on the upcoming spring musical, and had been more or less embedded with my classmates who made up the school's drama club. While that led to its own series of messy misadventures, it also led me toward one of my closer, and certainly more distinct, friends of the year in Olivia. A bit of an odd girl, hyper-focused and highly intelligent, Olivia was part of the stage crew, and had helped me understand the ins and outs of all the drama that came with being this close to the drama club, even helping me deal with a particularly nasty bully who thrived within our school's drama department.

It was during our time together like this that Olivia and I forged something of a bond... a fairly tight bond, if I'm being honest. Oh, I didn't expect her to be one of my girlfriends or anything like that, but the intimacy we shared when we finally connected in one of our school auditorium's dressing rooms, well... I knew there was something to it that meant it was more than a one-off thing, and that Olivia was the kind of friend I wanted to keep close to as senior year went on.

So, when Olivia and I talked during the weeks preceding Spring Break, and we found out that we were both going to be staying in town for the week, I floated the idea of spending a day with her, and was beyond happy when she eagerly answered yes. Olivia was a thoughtful girl, one who liked to plan things out and not give in to her more impulsive instincts whenever a feeling took her. That she responded so quickly and enthusiastically to spending time together was... well, it was the kind of thing that brought no small amount of warmth to my oft-cynical heart.

I was out of the shower for maybe a minute before I sent the text, toweling off and considering what to wear.

ME: Alright, just need about 5 minutes to get dressed, and I'm ready to go whenever you are.

I'd barely made it three steps over toward my dresser when Olivia responded.

OLIVIA: I am ready as well. My parents are both at work, and are most likely to be working quite late, so we shall have plenty of time for our adventure.

Curious, and feeling the need for a little joke, I texted her back.

ME: Adventure? Should I be dressing for the occasion?

OLIVIA: Ignore what I've said. I've already said too much.

OLIVIA: Dress comfortably. This will be indoors, and only moderately physical.

OLIVIA: While you're dressed.

OLIVIA: I cannot promise a lack of physicality for when you are not dressed.

OLIVIA: Regardless, I'll pick you up at your place in exactly five minutes.

OLIVIA: Be ready.

I can't say that the promise of sex was *completely* unexpected, as I'd really been hoping that Olivia wanted to reconnect with me in bed, but it still managed to bring some life to my cock and add a spring to my step as I got dressed. Not knowing what she had planned, I erred on the side of caution, pulling on a comfortable enough graphic tee and a pair of jeans I hadn't worn too many times already. I knew that Olivia wasn't a particularly formal girl, and didn't demand to be impressed, but I *did* like her a fair bit, and made sure I was clean and decent-smelling enough to show respect. Once dressed, I rolled on some deodorant and brushed my hair, looking if not thoroughly handsome, at *least* decent enough, before it was time for shoes and socks.

I was approaching about five minutes on the dot when I made my way to the front door, expecting to have Olivia drive up at any moment. As I reached the front door, however, and opened it, I was stunned by the sight of Olivia standing there, her hand raised as she was caught preparing to knock.

In shock and surprise, I yelped.

As if this were what she expected to see, Olivia dropped her hand and said, "Hello, Ryan."

The pale, 5'9" beauty stood in front of me in her usual outfit of a pair of comfortable jeans and a gray hoodie that she tended to hide away in, even though there was no hiding from me with how close we'd gotten recently. Her pale skin, expressive hazel eyes, and shimmering black hair that fell around her shoulders (save for her bangs in the front) gave her a particularly haunting look, and though her pouty lips were in their usual neutral position, I'd been able to make her smile enough before to know it was one of my favorite sights. She was... well, certainly an odd girl, one who hid behind a lot of sarcasm and her sharp intelligence, but I'd also known her to be a trusted friend an ally and someone who would have my back if things got difficult, bringing the fury of a particularly vicious trickster god with her if it were ever needed. She'd helped me out of more than a few jams in the past month, and I was eternally grateful for everything she had done for me.

That she was amazing in bed as well... well, that was its own delight. While not one of the most outwardly sexual girls I knew, Olivia had a deep core of passion and lust that, when combined with her lithe body and modest, sensual curves, unlocked a true wildcat when she got into it.

So, while I was startled at first from her unexpected presence, I was able to recover quickly enough to offer her a smile.

"Hello back," I replied, looking her over. "You're... punctual."

"Yes, and?" Olivia replied, her tone challenging and curious at once. "Why give you a time when I'll be here without the intention of holding to it?"

Okay, I won't say that she didn't have me there. "So, am I suitably dressed for your adventure?"

She took a moment to look me over. "I'd say suitably enough; we're only going to my place. I don't want to give you the wrong idea about what kind of adventure we have ahead, but I am happy to see that you've followed my instructions nonetheless."

I smirked. "If we're only going to your place, I feel like I might be *over*dressed for the occasion."

Olivia rolled her eyes, but I couldn't help but note the faint curl of a smile at the corners of her lips. "I'd accuse you of having a one-track mind, but perhaps you've earned having a one-track mind on this matter, considering your year."

"Thank you," I replied. "So, are you saying I'm wrong about your plans for the day?"

"I won't say anything more about the planned adventure until we get there. I've already spoiled too much, and I've put too much work into the surprise to want to spoil anymore. All I'll ask is, are you ready?" Olivia stated, looking at me with a characteristic intensity that I found kind of exciting.

Without knowing what I was getting into, I'll admit I was dealing with some nervous anticipation, but Olivia had earned my trust well, and I wasn't going to take that for granted.

"As ready as I'm gonna be," I admitted.

"Good," she replied, nodding. "Now, give me your glasses... I assure you that I will take care of them."

Now, while I wasn't blind without my glasses, I wasn't exactly at my best, so this helped fuel my nervous anticipation, but I handed them over to her all the same. She put them in one of her hoodie's pockets, then pulled out a blindfold, reaching over to place it over my eyes.

"Alright... we've got a drive ahead of us, but after that... that's when the fun begins..." Olivia explained, her grin the last thing I saw before my vision was blacked out for good.

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So, being driven around while wearing a blindfold is one of those things that I'll say is one of those experiences that, while I can't thoroughly recommend it, I won't say is all that bad, either, once you get used to it. Olivia was quiet during the drive, blasting some older metal music over the speakers at a not-too-loud volume. I knew that she was trying to disorient me, to keep me from knowing too much as we made our way to her house, and respecting that, I kept quiet.

The drive was, thankfully, short, and when we got to her house, she helped me out of the car rather carefully, while still ensuring that I kept the blindfold on. She led me from what I was fairly certain was a garage, based on the smells of it, into the house, helping me leave my shoes by the door before ushering me further inside. It was a cool place, one that smelled of faint incense and air freshener that, while notable, wasn't particularly cloying. Feeling the carpet beneath my socks, I was soon led into a new room and greeted by the sound of a door closing, and locking, behind me.

Gripping me by the shoulders, Olivia guided me with calm, forceful words. "I need you to take two steps forward, high steps, at that..."

"Alright," I said, complying as I felt something peculiar resting around my ankles. "What's this?"

"Something I'm going to need you to wear for our adventure," she said, lifting whatever she'd had me step into up and around my waist.

I felt straps then getting pulled up and over my shoulders, between my legs, and not uncomfortably around my chest, as she adjusted this device around me.

Laughing a little more nervously now, I asked, "What're you putting on me, some kind of gimp suit?"

Without laughing in response, Olivia replied, "While this garment... I suppose you could call it a garment, anyway... was made for similar purposes to what you're imagining, I've made my own modifications to it that should prove far more enjoyable for the purposes of today's adventure. If that is something you find unacceptable, I can stop now and we can continue in much less adventurous fashion."

Now, there had been a time where an introduction like this would have given me pause, but the way things had been going for me, I was willing to take my chances.

"No, I think I'll see where this is going," I said.

"Excellent," Olivia responded evenly, before checking the straps across my chest. "Alright, I'm going to need you to hold still for just one second..."

Before I could ask why, I could feel her tightening something, then heard the telltale sound of a padlock locking into place, before she checked it by tugging it against the straps and found it to have every bit as firm a grip as she'd intended.

While not concerned for my wellbeing, I felt obligated to note, "You know, something about this feels like the beginning of a Saw movie..."

"Hurm," Olivia replied thoughtfully. "I can see the similarities, but if this *were* a Saw movie, you'd be unconscious at this point, which would certainly make some aspects of my job easier. We're almost done here."

That may not have come across as comforting as she'd intended, but I was curious all the same. I stood there, blindfolded as Olivia fussed over me, occasionally taking some steps away to mess with something in whatever room we were in, before standing back in front of me. Grabbing my wrist gently, she slipped my glasses back into my hand, then stepped away from me.

"Alright, Ryan, you can take your blindfold off and put your glasses on," she explained, her voice tinged with a slight nervous excitement.

With a nod, I did as I was told, pulling off my blindfold and pulling my glasses back on, taking in the room I was in with a certain curiosity.

The walls were dark and decorated with posters for movies and bands and a handful of flyers for various musical productions that had been held at Regan Hills High over the past few years, no doubt ones that she'd worked stage crew for. There were bookcases aplenty, filled with all variety of classics and boxes of art supplies, and one wall with a bulletin board on it, blank save for a series of black rectangles taped onto it. A twin bed in the corner was made with near military precision, while her desk was considerably less orderly, decorated with collectibles, a small artist's mannequin, and, perhaps most curiously of all, a large darkroom timer, already set for an hour.

While this didn't seem outside the realm of possibility for what Olivia's bedroom might have been, I'll admit, I wasn't expecting *exactly* what I was seeing here.

Standing next to the timer, one hand resting casually on top, Olivia smiled a nervous little smile. "I was thinking long and hard about what I'd do with you while we had a day together, and while a day full of passion and sex certainly would have been *acceptable*, you could find that with any number of girls you know, and I wanted to be more memorable than that, and so, I thought, I'd combine a day of sex with one of my other interests."

I looked down at my chest, seeing a snaking array of leather straps and latches wrapping around my body, over my shoulders and between my legs, creating a comfortable, if snug, fit. What I did find most curious was that she had seemingly padlocked it all together at a central point on my chest, the small lock being a set of six combination wheels with letters on them that seemed to be my only practical way out of this.

"Improvised bondage gear?" I asked.

Looking slightly uncomfortable, she shot me another mischievous little smile. "Not... not quite... you see, this is more like... an *escape* room."

The pieces fit together, bringing a smile to my face. "So, this *is* kind of like a Saw movie?"

"Sort of, but if there's going to be any torture, it will all be your own doing... I have no intention of torturing you; quite the opposite, actually," Olivia explained, drumming her fingers on the timer. "You see, Ryan, the device I've put you in will prevent you from taking off your clothes, a condition that I am not bound by in the slightest..."

To emphasize this, she teased me by pulling up the bottoms of her sweatshirt and t-shirt just enough to show her creamy abs, before dropping it back down to cover herself up.

Olivia continued, "To find the combination that will free you, you will need to solve a series of clues and puzzles that I have hidden around this room, keeping things pretty well within plain sight, because I don't want to fuck with you too badly, but some of them might come from some rather *unexpected* places. Solve those clues and free yourself in under an hour and, well... you can do absolutely *anything* you want with me."

Well, I couldn't say that I didn't like the sounds of that. "And if I don't free myself in under an hour?"

"Then I'll free you, and we'll have slightly less interesting, but certainly still entertaining, sex all the same. I'm no monster," she clarified, drumming her fingers on top of the timer again.

I shook my head, laughing softly. "You've got some interesting ideas for foreplay, Olivia..."

"And?" Olivia replied, smirking. "Studies have proven that we can more easily encode the novel in our memories than we can the everyday, and with all the sex you've had, I would need to make things exceptionally novel if I really wanted to leave an impression, wouldn't I?"

I sighed, smiling with great affection toward Olivia. "You'd have to try really hard to make me ever forget you, Olivia... you're one of a kind, and one of the most beautiful, intelligent, and all-around wonderful people I've met this year."

Tugging at the padlock on my straps, I chuckled and added, "Though, as noted, you have succeeded in making this more memorable than most encounters already."

There was something at the edges of her smile that might have been a fondness of her own, but Olivia chose not to give it too much power.

"Mission accomplished," she said with a faint smile. "So, are you ready for the games to begin?"

I thought about this for all of two seconds before I said, "Let's do this."

Olivia pressed the button on top of the timer, and the second hand on it began to count down. "Alright. Let's see how smart you *really* are..."

I could've taken some offense to that, but Olivia and I had gotten to know each other well enough over the last month that we trusted and knew each other's intelligence quite well. Nonetheless, that doesn't mean I wasn't *feeling* a little stupid in those early moments, as I so often did in the escape rooms I'd taken part in in the past. While I'd tended to do well enough once the puzzles got going, figuring out where to begin was usually one of the hardest parts, and uniquely frustrating in its own way. While I could see some things set up in Olivia's room that felt purposeful and almost certainly a part of one puzzle or another that she'd set up, what they *meant* was another question entirely.

I had to slow down and think this through. Olivia wanted to have sex with me, and while this was an unusual foreplay, that didn't mean she wanted to make this more difficult than it had to be. That meant that the first clue was likely to be something fairly obvious, perhaps out of place even.

As I looked around her room, my eyes dancing over every surface and the timer periodically, I finally caught something that looked distinctly out of place. I'd gotten a good look at what Olivia had been wearing earlier, and it certainly did not include the bright yellow lanyard she was wearing around her neck. At first, I thought it might have been something she'd been wearing incidentally, but with Olivia's style on the darker and thoroughly practical side, something this garish, this *obvious*, felt distinctly out of place.