Senior Year Memories Ch. 31

(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 some of the ongoing plots.)

(Author’s Note: I hope you are all healthy and happy and responsible and doing well in quarantineland out there; it’s rough going these days, but at least we have the wide, wonderful world of erotica to help distract from time to time. I hope this brings some joy into your world, if just for a little while. On top of everything else, I want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author and SYM reader Lil_kitty for many excellent ideas 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. Thank you very much! And, oh yeah, fair warning, for those of you who complain about there being too many girls with gifted chests in Senior Year Memories? Yeah, you’ll probably not like this chapter.)

Previously, on Senior Year Memories: After a busy and confusing January, 18-year-old Ryan Collins and bubbly cheerleader Brooke King admitted their love for each other. This became a problem when Ryan’s girlfriend, the goth princess Josie Wong, returned from a long family trip to find out what had happened. Instead of a fight, the three of them sat down for a nice long conversation and agreed to give a polyamorous relationship a try, celebrating this new arrangement quite naturally with some hot sex. While letting Josie and Brooke get to know each other better, Ryan and his neighbor/regular flirt, Alice Talbot, finally consummated their long-simmering sexual tension, before things got down and dirty with all four of them. With a new status quo having been established, it’s a brand new year for Ryan Collins…

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I’m not an expert on the subject, but I’ve seen enough 90s comedies to know that if you see a character striding down a hall with “Walkin’ on Sunshine” or “I Feel Good” (or if they’re feeling like a played-out, retro reference, “Stayin’ Alive”) playing in the background, something really good happened to them. They got the girl, they won the big game, maybe they just got a new car, but whatever happened they feel the need to strut and let the whole world know that they’re a brand-new person who’s got every reason to strut.

I may not have had music that corny, but going back to school after the weekend where Josie, Brooke and I had decided to forge a polyamorous relationship, I definitely had that spring in my step.

Dad noticed it, actually looking up from the repairs he was making to his kiln as I walked out the door. He didn’t say anything, as he so rarely did, but he definitely shot me a proud smile.

Alice definitely noticed it on our bike ride on the way to school, though to be fair she was there for the foursome we’d decided to celebrate the new arrangement with, so she didn’t have to guess at much.

It was walking in to school, though, where I felt like a fucking god.

I started my senior year as a sexless, nearly friendless nerd.

By late January, I had friends, all the sex an army of men could want, and two girlfriends I was in love with, with all three of us in an understanding and loving polyamorous relationship. There had been a lot of fear and worry at first when I realized I was in love with both Brooke and Josie, but now that we’d sorted things out and they were not only cool with this arrangement, but each other…

Yeah, I felt like a fucking god, and I may have let it show a little. I walked with a sublime confidence, no longer fearing school as I so often had before and feeling, well, a little like one of those popular kids I’d envied so much back in the day. I mean, I still viewed myself as unpopular, I was still a nerd at heart and it was difficult to shake a lot of those old perceptions of myself, but I couldn’t argue with how things had changed, either.

Old Ryan wouldn’t have a group of big-titted cheerleaders as hot as Addison Gonzalez, Gwen Savage and Haley Campbell look at him like they were about to swoon.

Old Ryan wouldn’t have gotten a high five from popular football player Peter Nixon as he walked down the hall.

Old Ryan wouldn’t have gotten a lusty look from his hot history teacher, Mrs. Lynn, one that held equal parts want and promise for what would come.

Old Ryan was gone, and New Ryan was here to stay. All hail New Ryan.

Well, okay, I felt like hailing New Ryan, at least. I didn’t ask for worship, I didn’t want worship, but I was loving the attention and even more how I felt about kartal escort myself. I didn’t think I’d ever felt this good being me, which for the life I’d lead before where self-esteem was an improbable concept was a welcome change.

I loved waking up every day. I loved life. I loved my girlfriends. I loved *me*.

What a difference a few months could make.

Speaking of…

“Hi, Ryan!”

The voice was perky, and friendly, and thoroughly welcome in my current mood.

“Hello, Brianna,” I said, turning to face the unusually hot Brianna Roth.

At 5’4″, 18-year-old Brianna may have been short and quite fit, but she had some insane curves that seemed to exist in pure defiance of her frame. Her F-cup tits strained any top, and her matching ass was suitably epic (and having already had a delightful encounter with her twin sister Mia back in December, I knew that every inch of her was as mouth-watering as it looked). With dirty-blonde hair, tanned skin, sultry brown eyes and a pair of the fullest, most delicious-looking lips around, she looked like walking sex. I’d thought this for a long time, and her reputation as one of the biggest flirts at Regan Hills High School did little to dissuade me from this thought.

As usual, it took a nice conversation to make me realize there was more to her than met the eye, and that I’d judged a really nice girl too hastily. Lewdly dressed and utterly luscious, she’d caught up to me and propositioned me the Friday before, a tempting offer usually had I not needed to make an urgent run to the Puma Press offices. We’d gotten to chatting a little, though, and I got to understand that she was a kind person who liked to have fun, but was looking for a guy who could treat her decently instead of the jerks who usually came after a girl like her. That a girl like her could so plainly admit that to a guy like me was something I hadn’t expected, and was something I meant to address over the weekend.

Of course, it’s difficult to remember to text someone when you’re having marathon sex with Josie Wong, Brooke King, and Alice Talbot for most of the weekend. She’d texted me a couple times, and I meant to get back to her, but whenever I thought about doing it one of the others distracted me easily, and… well, you know how it goes.

I meant to fix that now.

“You’re looking in a good mood today,” she said, smiling at me prettily.

“Probably because I am in a good mood today. You’re looking gorgeous, as always,” I said.

Brianna smiled at me, maybe even blushing a little. I knew it was a line she’d heard more times than she could count from probably more guys than she could count, but I hoped my sincerity counted for something. She was looking good today, even if her outfit wasn’t nearly as lewd as the one she’d worn on Friday. With a comfortable, knee-length skirt, blue top, light button up sweater and a hairband holding her shoulder-length hair back, she looked well within the school’s dress code and still stunning.

“That was smoother than I expected,” she said.

“Like I said, I’m in a good mood today,” I replied.

“Send some of that good mood my way when you get a sec?” Brianna teased.

“Bad weekend?” I asked.

“No, just long and boring. Homework, temple, putting up with Mia, and today’s a Monday, so…” she explained.

“So, yeah, it’s a Monday,” I replied.

“You got it,” she replied. “I was hoping to get to talk to you some this weekend like we’d discussed, but I got the idea that after the first few texts didn’t get responded to that you were probably busy.”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, running a hand through my hair guiltily. “You could say that.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

“No, it isn’t, but thank you for saying it,” I replied. “You opened up to me, wanting a guy you could talk to and have a good time with without losing on the respect, and I got off to a pretty lousy start.”

“Ryan, it’s cool. I wasn’t expecting you to throw your life to the side just so I could have a shoulder to cry on; you got your things to do, I got mine. I was hoping we could get them to intersect sometimes, but I wasn’t expecting it to be right away. I *might* have been hopeful that we could manage it right away, but I didn’t expect anything,” she said, so honest and sweet that I felt like even more of a dick for leaving her without at least an explanation of why I wasn’t getting back to her.

Briefly, I pulled out my phone and checked the time. Both of us had gotten to school fairly early. Not too early, not so early that we had a lot of time before school, but early enough that it was still fairly empty. There was time… wasn’t there?

Fuck it.

“Well, I still feel the need to make it up to you,” I said.

“You don’t have to,” Brianna replied.

“But I want to. So, I know it’s spur of the moment, and a little crazy, but I’m having a good day, and I want you to have a good day too, so I was wondering if you’d like an orgasm,” I said.

Brianna laughed. “You’re joking.”

I said nothing. maltepe escort bayan Her eyes widened. “You’re not joking.”

“I’m not joking,” I echoed.

She bit her beautiful lower lip, seriously considering my offer. To sweeten the deal, I said, “I’m pretty good at it, but if you don’t want to take my word for it, I’m sure Kaitlyn and some of your other friends have told you about my skills, and could back me up again should you want to check my references. This isn’t a limited time offer, if you don’t want one now but still want to have some fun later, I’m definitely down, but if a good orgasm will help make your Monday even that much better, the offer sta-“

“YES!” Brianna blurted out. “I mean, yes, I’d like that a lot.”

“Good,” I said, looking up and down the hall. “I know a couple good spots, but…”

Gently, she took my hand in hers and tugged. “I know the perfect place.”

I followed her a fair distance down a nearby hall, around a corner and to one of the school’s art rooms.

“Ever since Mr. Downes retired, this art room’s been left abandoned,” she said, fiddling with the handle. “They leave it locked, but I know a bunch of the art students still like to sneak in to get some practice, and maintenance hasn’t tried fixing the door in ages. If you shake the handle just the right way, you can pop the lock and-“

With a clattering click, the door swung open. Eagerly, Brianna guided me inside, locking the door behind both of us.

The room was a mess, smelling of old clay and dry paint. Like other abandoned portions of the school, it appeared to have fallen into disuse and been adjusted more to work for storage of furniture nobody had any idea of what to do with than any serious hope that it might be a usable classroom again one day.

Honestly, none of that really mattered when Brianna turned and looked at me with what had to be one of the greatest “come fuck me” looks I’d ever seen.

She dropped her backpack first. I followed her example. We both closed the distance, approaching each other slowly, neither wanting to rush but knowing that we had to, at least a little, if we wanted to eventually get to class. Brianna reached out to me confidently, if a bit slowly, pulling me in close and guiding my hands to her. She ran them up her sides, helping me trace the curves of her hips, up her stomach and closer to the swell of her massive breasts.

“Feel free to admit it or not, but you noticed me before you became the secret stud of this school, right?” Brianna asked me.

“It’d be pretty hard not to notice you. Did you like me noticing you?” I said, throwing her line of questioning back at her.

She bit her lip again, answering in a voice that was innocent and a shade toward the husky. “Yeah.”

I ran my hands over her breasts, finally taking in their shape, their heft, feeling her hardening nipples beneath the palms of my hands as I squeezed their perfection. They were as heavy as they looked, but were utterly welcoming. Brianna moaned softly, a high, pleased sound I cut off with a kiss. Her lips were as soft and moist as I’d hoped, tasting of raspberry lip gloss and promises of what that mouth could do to my cock if I let it near. Tentatively our tongues grazed each other, but that tentativeness was short-lived as we realized our urgency. Our tongues began to explore each other as if we wanted to devour every square inch of each other.

We were both breathing heavily when I broke this kiss and said, “God, I want to make you cum like you’ve never cum before. I want you walking out of here (or barely walking out of here) ready to have the greatest Monday anyone’s ever had.”

For emphasis, I gently, dropped a hand beneath her skirt, pressing my fingers against the fabric of her panties. I could already feel a moist heat growing, and I had designs for it.

Brianna moaned softly as I ran light circles on her sex through the thin fabric. She replied, “You can say the right words, but can you back them up?”

“With these hands, I can,” I said.

“But what can you do with those hands?” Brianna asked, feigning innocence.

“I’ll show you,” I said, running both hands under her skirt and pulling her panties free. They dropped to the floor around her ankles, and Brianna stepped out of them. I guided her to a nearby stool, and with the slightest hop she sat up on it. Kissing her, I pulled her skirt up until it was around her waist.

Her pussy was shaved, and completely and obscenely beautiful. Her lips were damp and slightly full, definitely ready for fun but not all the way ready.

I could fix that.

“Well, this looks like fun,” I said, slowly fingering her, running two fingers over her folds and exploring every millimeter of her sex. She groaned as I explored, looking at me with a sense of what felt like desperation as I played with her moist, hot folds.

“It is when you do it… fuck…” she moaned, leaning back against the high table next to the stool. She reached one arm back for stability, but squeezed one escort pendik of her tits with the other, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her top. If we had all the time in the world, this would be the time we’d strip down and have a nice and truly nasty fuck, but with time of the essence we stayed dressed, both of us focusing on her pleasure. I slipped my fingers inside of her eager pussy, probing, curling, reaching until I found that one elusive spot…

“OH!” she cried out.

Found it.

“Oh, this is good, this is so fucking good,” Brianna groaned, reaching for me and holding on with her one free arm as I massaged her g-spot. I soon pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in small, firm circles in time with the pressure from my fingers.

“So, Kaitlyn didn’t exaggerate?” I teased slightly, fingering her more urgently and punctuating with a kiss.

Breathily, she replied, “Not in the slightest. This is… fuck… you’re a fucking artist… don’t think a boy’s ever found my… G-spot!”

“I aim to please,” I said.

“You’re doing a good job of it!” she almost shouted back, before biting her lip and holding back in pleasure as I fingered her.

I smiled. “If you think that of my fingers, wait until you see me on my knees…”

Lost in her own haze of pleasure, Brianna only managed to say, “Hwuh?”

She didn’t need words, not when I had her where I wanted her, and certainly not when I was really hoping to get a taste of her pussy. Without taking my fingers from her sex, I dropped to my knees between her spread legs, redoubling my efforts to bring her to a greater peak of ecstasy. I loved looking up at her, the swell of her breasts, the pure pleasure on her face as I continued to vigorously finger-fuck her. She was close, and as it was I could give her a great orgasm from this position.

I wanted to give her better than great, though.

“It’s on my knees where I do my best work,” I said, pulling my fingers from her pussy and quickly replacing them with my mouth.

“Oh shit! Oh, fucking hell!” she groaned, running a hand through my hair as I did my absolute best to worship her pussy as it was meant to be worshipped. I liked her taste, a distinct savory sweetness, a flavor that makes you keep searching and wanting to taste more. I lapped at her pussy with a distinct urgency, wanting to stretch this out and simultaneously wanting to make her cum. We were uniquely pressed for time, but it’s on occasions like this where I’ve done some of my best work.

Brianna seemed to agree, anyway. “Oh goddamn, oh fuck, fuck, oh yes, like that, keep going, like that, right there… oh fuck… you’re the best guy… best guy who’s ever eaten my pussy… too few do, and they don’t know, fuck, they don’t know shit… you know… fuck, you know…”

If we’d had more time, I would’ve come up with a quippy one-liner and dove back in. Instead, this time I just closed my lips over her clit, licking and sucking on it intently as she squealed and swore above me.

I was merciless, and she was ready. The dam breaking was only a matter of time.

“MOTHERFUCKER, YES, FUCK ME WITH YOUR MOUTH, I’M CUMMING, FUCKING… YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!” Brianna cried out. She came against my face hard, so hard I feared that she’d soon fall off the stool. I held her up as best I could, lapping up the flood of delicious juices she unleashed upon my waiting mouth, and enjoying the sounds she made as she rode out her orgasm.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” she groaned, running her fingers through my hair and holding on tight, grinding her pussy against my face as the last few shakes and spasms took her body.

Once I was content that she was content, I gave her clit one last, firm kiss that sent her shaking.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t ready for that!”

“Sorry,” I said, looking down at her juicy pink button, “but it was just so tempting!”

Unsteadily, she dropped down off the stool and wobbled on her feet. “I’m going to have trouble walking to class after this.”

“That was kind of my plan. Was it worth it?” I asked, getting back to my feet.

“Oh yeah, very, very much worth it,” she said, pulling me in for a kiss. We lingered on the kiss for a good, long moment, but both of us understood rather well that we had to be getting on with it sooner instead of later. She gathered up her panties, and the both of us picked up our backpacks, walking for the door.

“So, I know you’re often busy these days, but if you could find the time soon, I’d appreciate returning the favor…” Brianna said, running a finger up the bulge in my jeans.

“Would you, now?” I said.

“Uh huh,” she said, her voice giddy and innocent again. She leaned into me, pressing her tits against my chest. The feel of her hard, fabric-covered nipples against my chest made me shiver.

Leaning in, she whispered, still in that sweet, innocent voice, “I want to take you into my room and feel that cock all my friends are talking about inside of me. I want to taste it. I want to give you the same kind of pleasure you gave me, and I want to see if it’ll destroy my tight little holes like everyone says it will. I want it soon, and I want you to know that I’m a needy little bitch who’s willing to do whatever it takes to make this happen very soon. This. Isn’t. Over.”