An adult stories – Senior Year Memories Ch. 41 by aimingtomisbehave33,aimingtomisbehave33 (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.
Our school had a fair number of sports teams and clubs that covered a variety of special interests, and instantly I found myself hoping that I wouldn’t be assigned to one of the sports teams. Peter aside, I’d done a good job avoiding most of the school’s jocks, and hoped I could keep it that way through graduation.
Though, I could do worse than being assigned to the girl’s swim team…
Ignoring my staring off into space and fantasizing, Nadia continued, “I want you to be one of those writers.”
“So, you’re saying I’m one of your best?” I asked, looking, and feeling, a little smug.
“You know you’re one of my best, and don’t pretend otherwise,” Nadia said, smirking some herself. “There were a number of places I could have put you, but after putting my feelers out there, I actually got a special request from a faculty advisor for you to cover their club, and after a little further digging, I’ve decided that it would be an excellent place to put you.”
This made me raise an eyebrow, though I couldn’t for the life of me be certain *who* she meant. I’d gotten to know a number of my teachers rather intimately this year, so was unable to truly narrow things down.
“Who am I covering?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Fighting a hint of distaste in her voice that would soon make more sense to me, Nadia continued, “Ryan Collins… I regret to inform you that, for the month of March, I’m going to be embedding you with…”
She paused for dramatic effect, waiting for me to lean in. Still curious, I indulged her and did precisely that.
Smirking, Nadia finished, “…the drama club.”
Well, wasn’t this an interesting development? When it came to school events, the Puma Press and drama club had always been something like rivals. At homecoming, fundraisers, and of course this year’s Halloween Scream carnival, we were usually competing with each other to see who could get the most money. Nadia in particular seemed to always have it out for them, so the look of amusement on her face was curious, to say the least. Honestly, aside from knowing some of the drama kids as running a little intense, I had nothing against them other than Puma Press pride, and had spent my fair share of time screwing the drama teacher, Mrs. Wanda Harker, who had once told me she might need me as a helper with the coming year.
It seemed that promise I made to her might be about to come due.
Clearing my throat and crossing my legs to keep the erection Josie had given me at bay, I asked, “Is that so?”
Behind Nadia, Josie restrained some quiet laughter at Nadia being forced to in any way play with the drama club. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to join her, but I also didn’t want to give Josie away.
“It is so,” Nadia replied. “Mrs. Harker asked Mr. Hopkins personally if you would be up for covering the pre-production of the spring musical. Isn’t that right Mr. Hopkins?”
Our faculty advisor, Mr. Hopkins stuck his middle-aged, balding head out of the office. “Whatever she said, that’s right!”
He disappeared just as quickly.
“I’m sure there’s a story to it that I’d want to hear off school grounds…” Nadia said, a hint of mischief curling the edges of her smile. “…but apparently Mrs. Harker wanted to give you ‘special access’ to the show as it develops. Apparently, she credits you with removing some of the obstacles that were hindering the musical’s progress, and wants to thank you by giving us behind-the-scenes access. I’m sure that this is all self-promotion on her part, but… it could certainly make an interesting article, wouldn’t you agree?”
I didn’t have to think about this very long. “I’ll agree to that.”
“Good,” she replied, standing up from the table. “She wants a quick meeting with you after school to touch base, but from there, I wish you luck. I want you to check in with me every few days, give me your notes, tell me of the progress, share all the hot gossip from the drama kids that I can use to my advantage, the usual.”
We both shared a chuckle at her joke, but I stood up with her and prepared to head out. “I’ll make you proud, chief.”
“I knew you would… now, I know I’ve held you here long enough, I don’t want to take up too much of your time. Surely you must be hungry…”
I looked to see that Josie had also joined us in standing up… and fuck did she look good today. Her long black coat was open, showing off her tight black tank top that beautifully molded to her D-cup tits and dark cutoff shorts that looked painted onto her immaculate ass. She pursed her black-painted lips at me, then smiled with dark, delicious intent.
I answered Nadia. “Yeah, I could eat…”
***
I may have been on my knees in that closet next to Mrs. Lynn’s class, and my lunch may still have remained untouched in my backpack, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t eating.
Bracing her hands against a shelf of cleaning supplies, Josie groaned. “Fuck, Ryan!!! Keep eating my goddamn ass!!! FUCK!”
I obliged her this humble request, burying my face between her bare ass cheeks as I thrust my tongue in and out of her tight, delicious asshole. Josie’s coat, shorts and panties were on the floor, her tank top pulled just above her big, bare tits.
I pulled my face out of her ass for just a moment. “Really gotta be quiet here… if Mrs. Lynn’s in her room-”
“Then the slut’ll get one hell of a show…” Josie groaned, pushing my face into her ass again, before she quickly added, “If you’re listening, no offense, Mrs. Lynn!”
I’d have laughed if my mouth weren’t so full. I kept my mouth right where it was, worshipping Josie’s ass for the utter work of art it was while I quickly stroked my cock, spreading precum in preparation for what was to come. In all the time I’d known them, I had to acknowledge that Josie and Brooke were probably the two biggest anal whores I knew, though it was hard awarding a true champion in that contest. At the moment, though, Josie’s big, round ass was edging out a lead, but I was probably biased.
“God… that’s it… keep eating my ass, keep eating me, fuck, give me that tongue… give me everything…” Josie groaned, reaching between her legs with one hand to furiously rub her clit. “I want it… I want it all… fuck, I want you…”
Grabbing a handful of my hair, Josie pulled my head from her ass and said, “Give me that cock, Ryan…”
While sex with Brooke this morning may have been sweet playfulness, with Josie, there was only a brutal need. The two of us had always had something hot and direct like this, and knowing exactly what she wanted, and how to deliver it, got me truly fucking horny.
I stood up behind Josie, pressing my cock against her reasonably lubed asshole, then pushed it inside of her. She looked up at me, grimacing and moaning pleasurably as I violated her asshole, not stopping until I had every inch buried inside of her. Those black-painted lips of hers opened in soft ecstasy, her eyes boring into mine as I violated her tight, beautiful hole.
The moment I’d sunk all the way inside of her, we kissed deeply. It was a brief moment of intimacy in this dirty exchange, a slow, hot kiss, which we soon broke. Then, staring into her eyes, I began to fuck her ass.
Hard.
“Goddamn… fuck, how’d I go more than a week without this?” I grunted, reaching around and squeezing her bare tits.
“I dunno, man… that’s really your problem, though, isn’t it?” she laughed. “You gotta spend all your time with the MILFs, then recovering from the MILFs… even throwing in a quickie with the pizza girl-”
“Not a quickie,” I corrected, slapping Josie on the ass.
Josie bit her lip to hold back a yelp. “Fine… not a quickie… but here you were, doing all that shit, when you could’ve been fucking your hot, slutty girlfriends in their amazing asses… and every other hole, really… god, like that, keep going, harder, right there… yeah, fuck that’s good cock…”
“And I don’t regret a goddamn thing…” I laughed, kissing her forcefully as I kept railing her ass.
“You’d better not,” she replied, laughing. “Otherwise I might get somewhere in the vicinity of feeling bad about how much fun I had at the glory holes.”
Josie seemed to delight in filling me in on *that* exploit she’d partaken in over the long weekend in some detail, something I rather enjoyed. Thinking about her in such a position… fuck, it might have gotten me fucking into her even harder.
“Nothing to feel bad about there…” I grunted, smacking her ass again.
“Good… because I’ll do it again… especially if it gets you fucking me this hard…” Josie groaned, her voice spiking higher when I slapped her ass yet again.
“Bring Brooke next time…” I replied.
“Of course…” she moaned. “Speaking of… you’re gonna make it to the study group thing at Sarah’s tonight?”
I smacked Josie’s ass, feeling my balls swelling on the verge of another orgasm. “That was the plan… I need to do this Nadia thing first, but that should be quick, touching base, I think… after that, I’m with you guys…”
“Cool…” Josie replied, biting her lip and looking away from me. “’cause it’s kind of important…”
“I’m getting that vibe… fuck, I’m gonna cum soon…” I warned.
“Give me a sec… just hold on… almost there, just, hold on, another second… please… keep going… keep going…” Josie replied.
Holding on was something of a challenge at this point, mostly because Josie’s ass was a work of fucking art. Perfectly round and firm, it jiggled beautifully with every impact as I rammed my cock home inside of her, while her clutching hole felt as tight now as it did the first time we’d had sex in one of our school’s bungalows. I didn’t just fall in love with Josie because of her ass, but if I’m going to be honest, in those early days of our sexual relationship, it was definitely one of the big things that kept me coming back to Josie.
Now, though? Getting to share this with her was one of life’s great pleasures for me.
I watched her face screw up in concentration, almost ready to lose it, and I knew I had to make my move quickly. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing her tits tightly and kissing her deeply as she came. My lips stifled what would have no doubt been a very loud, intense orgasm on her end, while hers certainly quieted my own loud moan as I came deep up her ass. I slowed my thrusts, wanting to savor these overwhelming waves of pleasure that flowed over both of us while her spasming ass milked my cock.
“Fuck…” I murmured, kissing her.
“Fuck’s right…” she replied, breathily, before smiling up at me cockily. “Sorry I stole your lunchtime?”
I laughed. “Nah, I’ve got, what, five minutes? I can eat that before my next class. I’m more worried about you with all that cum that’ll be leaking out of your ass.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Josie replied, kissing me again, and squeezing my cock with her ass for emphasis. “I’ll make do.”
“Good,” I replied, kissing her once, sweetly, before an overwhelming surge of love swept over me, and I kissed her deeply. I held Josie close, massaging her breasts as I held onto her tight, not wanting to lose this moment, or, indeed, any moment with her.
My sudden surge of fire took her off guard for a moment, but soon she was returning the kiss with a passion. Even if lunch was ticking away a minute at a time, that didn’t matter to either of us in the here and now. We had each other, and what we had was great… and something that no one could take away from us.
I kissed her again, quickly and softly, swiftly darting my tongue against hers as I teased her.
Josie looked up at me with dreamy eyes. “Not that I’ll ever complain about making out like *that*, but, anything in particular bring that on?”
“Love’s not enough?” I proposed.
“Oh, love is fine, I was just making sure…” she replied, biting her lip playfully. “…because, I get up to my own fun… my own, crazy, dirty, fun… but nothing compares to what you, me, and Brooke have. When we’re together, when it’s just two of us, whatever… we’ve got something good. Something worth…”
Josie darted her eyes to the side, a strange look on her face. “…well, something worth talking about in more detail when we’ve got the time. Come on, pull out of my ass, and let’s get a move on… still got some classes to go, and I want to make sure you’re fed before you get to any of them, don’t want you coming into study group starving…”
There was something cryptic to the way that she spoke, something that actually worried me for a moment, but I shook the thought off, thinking that I had to be overthinking the situation.
“Yeah, that’s probably wise…” I replied, forcing a smile as I pulled out of her.
Josie hissed at the sudden emptiness. “Ooh, that’s… oh that’s gonna leave a mess of cum, isn’t it?”
I chuckled. “Probably. Like you said, you’ll make do.”
“I will,” she said, smirking. “And so will you, tonight. Good luck with the drama geeks.”
Now properly laughing, I replied, “Thanks. Something tells me I might need it.”
***
Regan Hills High School had two main venues for artistic performances, the main auditorium, which could easily fit half the school, and the 99-seat little theater. The little theater also doubled as the school’s drama classroom, home of the drama club, and Wanda Harker’s private little fiefdom. She was a woman who I knew to be as intense as she was curvaceous, and by reputation, she kept a pretty tight leash on the drama kids. This was something I mostly knew secondhand, but was willing to believe based on my own familiarity with her.
It was after school when I entered the little theater looking for Mrs. Harker. It was dimly lit, even darker in here than I remembered, slightly more foreboding, with the shadows cast by the mismatched pieces of furniture on the stage looking particularly unsettling and heightening my existing unease with being in this room. Rationally, I knew there was nothing actually wrong with this place, and that the drama club was, on the whole, made up of perfectly normal people I knew as classmates, but after years of thinking of them as weirdos, and the odd mood my earlier encounter with Josie had put me in, I was a little disoriented.
Taking a breath, I shook my head and hands quickly, wanting everything to be normal as I pressed forward down the theater’s aisle.
From experience (i.e. the time I was caught naked in here by her after an encounter with Dakota Lewis and wound up getting seduced by her), I knew that Mrs. Harker kept an office just off the back end of the cluttered stage. I could even hear faint voices up there, possibly in the office… maybe Mrs. Harker? Something to pursue, anyway.
I hastened my pace toward the stage.
“I really wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
I startled at the voice coming from the seat beside me, turning to see the figure I hadn’t seen in the darkness. The way she looked out at me, pale and dark all at once, I almost took her for a ghost, but as my eyes further adjusted to the light and she leaned toward me, I realized that I knew this girl.
Olivia Raine-Goldblum.
Alright, strictly speaking I didn’t *know* Olivia, but she was in my senior class, and I’d had her in a few courses. I knew her mostly as a know-it-all with one hell of a chip on her shoulder who would go out of her way to make sure that everyone knew that she was correct when called upon in class (and she generally was correct), and that she took most of her pride from being part of our school’s stage crew team, but this was about the sum of my knowledge of her.
Well, that, and the fact that she was cute as fuck.
While she may not have immediately turned heads like some of the girls at Regan Hills High, if you gave her even half a glance it wouldn’t take much to know that eighteen-year-old Olivia was quite beautiful. A pale and slender 5’9″, she had a naturally elegant look to her that was usually hidden behind a gray hoodie and a pair of earbuds. Her narrow, angular face was framed by dark, long black hair, while big, clever, hazel eyes stared out from underneath well-maintained bangs. Her full lips rarely smiled, as her face generally had a resting “bitch please” look on it, but some girls can pull it off, and Olivia was definitely one of them. Her sweatshirt couldn’t hide her pert, B-cup breasts any more than her jeans could hide her modest but prominent ass.
Yeah, she wasn’t one of the first girls you’d find yourself looking at at Regan Hills High School, but once you saw her, you could never unsee her.
Finally remembering where I was and what I was meant to be doing, I replied, “I’m sorry, but… what?”
Olivia pulled her earbuds out and pocketed them and her phone. “The stage. Going there’s a bad idea now for… well, maybe two more minutes?”
“Two more minutes?” I asked, still confused.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Are you always this easily confused?”
“Often,” I replied.
“Okay, then,” Olivia replied, sighing and leaning forward in a confidential fashion, her voice now considerably lower. “Micah Burke’s adding Amy Temple to his list up there… they’ve been at it for a few minutes, and he doesn’t usually last long, even if she probably wished he did. You go up there, and you’ll see a lot more of him than you ever wanted to.”
It took a second for that to sink in, as it became clear that those soft voices were intermingled with moans and grunts.
I said, “Oh.”
“Oh’s right,” she replied, waving beside her. “Grab some seat, this won’t be long.”
I grabbed a seat near Olivia, leaving a chair between us while I considered this girl. She looked at me, slightly annoyed, but also understanding.
“And before you fumble around asking, yes, I know from experience,” Olivia sighed, sounding thoroughly unimpressed. “I should’ve known better, he was cute and I was in need… but I’m not making that mistake again.”
I nodded. “If that tone’s any indication of him… I’d hope not.”
She didn’t exactly crack a smile, but I could tell she was tempted. “Mrs. Harker called you here, right? For the paper, but a little more than that too?”
This suggestion gave me a little bit of a chill, but aside from her book club friends, I knew Mrs. Harker to be discreet.
I tried to play it cool. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I’m sure you do,” Olivia replied, quickly and sharply. “Mrs. Harker, she’s got control over the kids in the drama club, ones who think that she’ll make them stars… and there’s a few that likely could go that far. Because of that, though, she also doesn’t exactly *trust* them for unbiased opinions, especially when it comes to her plays. They’ll all just nod and agree with her and say that whatever she says is brilliant, when what she actually wants is truth and honesty and the best people for the parts in her plays. As such, sometimes she likes to call in ‘helpers’ who she thinks she can trust to offer outside perspectives and keep that truth alive. I’ve been doing that for her this year, and if I’m not mistaken, you too have been recruited.”
Huh. When Mrs. Harker had first asked me to be one of her helpers, I was expecting something considerably kinkier than this. I mean, there was bound to be some kinkiness in the mix as well, but, that that wasn’t the majority of what was expected of me here was certainly a surprise.
“That’s… not exactly what I was expecting,” I replied.
Quickly, Olivia responded, “What were you expecting?”
This was something I had to nip in the bud before it became a problem; thankfully, it was also something I had a ready-made excuse for. “Just… you know, that I’d be writing a profile on the play’s production. Casting and sets and rehearsals… all that other stuff that goes into it.”
The soft voices and moans from the stage had gone quiet, now replaced by the hushed sounds of people hurriedly trying to pull themselves together and get dressed.
“You really know nothing about theatre, don’t you?” Olivia asked.
“Not a thing,” I admitted, figuring that was the best way to approach her.
“Then I’ll predict, and by predict, tell you, how this is almost certainly going to go,” Olivia continued, sighing in exasperation. “That she called both of us here at the same time means that Mrs. Harker is likely to want us working together as her ‘helpers’. She will have us offer outside perspectives under the auspices of you writing an article and me showing you the ropes, and probably ask us to put out any fires that might pop up, all while I try to rein in my annoyance at being asked to be your babysitter, and you work your charms on as many of the girls of the drama club as you can, because that is your way, and there are plenty of choice pickings here for someone of your… talents, even if I think you’ll find the competition stiffer around here than you’re used to.”
So, my reputation preceded me. This was nothing new. I wasn’t expecting this kind of hostility for it… but I guess it wasn’t that much of a surprise, either.
“I’ll try to keep up, so you don’t have to babysit that hard,” I said.
“Appreciated,” Olivia replied, nodding her head in my direction.
“And… if we’re supposed to work together, I want you to know in advance that I also appreciate all of your efforts,” I said, really hoping to smooth things over to the best of my abilities. “I truly do. I’m in an unfamiliar land here… I don’t know what I’m doing… I’m not even sure I know what exactly I’m supposed to be doing… and I could use a guide.”
She looked at me, skeptical. “Only a guide?”
I shrugged, smiling a bit sheepishly. “I mean… I’d prefer a friend, but a guide will suffice.”
Olivia continued looking at me, raising a still skeptical, but also vaguely intrigued, eyebrow. “You, Ryan, are a genuine curiosity of the highest order.”
Her tone and meaning of this was almost impossible to gauge.
“I’d say I get that a lot… but I don’t think I’ve ever been called quite that before,” I admitted. “That’s… is that a good thing?”
“It’s a thing,” Olivia replied, now sounding slightly amused as the first figure got up from the stage and casually strolled in our direction.
The girl was blonde, slender, and athletically lean, dressed in jeans and a black bra that held her rather pert B-cup breasts nicely. Her long hair bounced behind her in a simple ponytail, while she had an utterly carefree, confident look on her cute face that was kind of impressive. She carried her shirt and backpack with a casual shamelessness, looking like she had no intention of putting the shirt on anytime soon, especially once she saw us.
I knew Amy Temple as something of a daredevil, but this was new to me.
“Hey, Liv,” she said in passing, tipping her a nod, and a quick wink at me when she saw my reaction.
“Hey, Amy… be careful with… well, whatever you’re planning on doing now,” Olivia replied.
“You know I’ll never make that promise!” Amy shot back as she left the little theater.
Olivia shook her head, muttering to herself, and possibly me. “That girl… I’ve spent half this year trying to make sure she doesn’t get hurt… and hooking up with Micah? Oh, Micah, Micah, motherfucking Micah…”
I knew less of Micah Burke than I knew of Amy, but that was soon to change.
Another figure soon dropped down from the stage, though this one was considerably more put together than Amy had been. He was tall and compactly muscular with wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair, wearing meticulous and certainly expensive clothes that went well with his movie star handsome face. At a glance, you’d think that he might have been a surfer dude who once might have once been preppy, but there was a lack of easygoingness to him that ruined that image quickly. I could tell that there was something to him that was cocky and arrogant and neither of those things in a charming way, even with his big, friendly smile.
I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but something about Micah seemed off to me.
First looking at Olivia, he said, “Ah, sweet Olivia, how long were you waiting and listening and wishing you were there in Amy’s place and…”
Then, when he noticed me, his eyes went wide and he said, “You’re Ryan Collins? *The* Ryan Collins? Holy… wow, man, can I shake your hand?”
“Uh, sure,” I said, offering my hand.
He shook it eagerly, though Olivia, still between the two of us, seemed less than thrilled by this interaction.
“You’re an absolute legend, man… give a lot of us something to look forward to. I mean, you’re my hero… haven’t I said he’s my hero before?” Micah said, letting my hand go.
“You say many things,” Olivia answered, uncomfortable.
“And I mean them all, except the ones I don’t,” Micah replied, turning his attention back to me. “Hey, I’d love to buy you a drink and talk shop and compare lists sometime… but I’ve got lines to rehearse for when I win the spring play’s lead and a line of honeys around the block, so can’t linger. Let’s do lunch!”
Before I knew all of what had happened, he jogged out the back of the little theater, leaving Olivia in the dark, sitting in awkward silence.
“Did he just say ‘let’s do lunch’?” I asked.
Olivia thought this over. “He has dreams of Hollywood.”
“Justified?” I asked.
Choosing her words carefully, and certainly trying to determine if she could trust me, she answered, “There is some debate over that matter. *Heated* debate.”
“I see,” I replied.
Looking behind us to make sure we were well and truly alone, Olivia turned her attention back to me and warned, “Micah will smile and tell you everything you want to hear, all the while holding a dagger behind his back. He is an actor, and he is ambitious. Ever since his eighteenth birthday he has focused some of that ambitious energy on sexual conquest, which not only involves expanding his list, but crushing any obstacles that might get in the way of *any* of his ambitions.”
Olivia was saying a lot without saying much of anything, yet I understood her warning clearly.
“That’s… that’s a lot to take in,” I said, before nodding gratefully. “Thank you for your concern, and the advice.”
With the faintest hint of a cocky smirk, Olivia replied. “Forget it, Ryan… that’s drama club.”
***
I had this to say for Olivia: she had Mrs. Harker down to a T. It wasn’t long after Amy and Micah had left that the massive-chested drama teacher entered the little theatre like a force of nature and repeated pretty much everything Olivia had told me, about liking outside perspectives, and trusting mine in particular, especially after everything I had done to help make sure the play happened. This bit of info seemed to surprise and intrigue Olivia, but neither I nor Mrs. Harker made the meaning of this clear, leaving it mysterious to my dark, slender classmate.
I doubted that Olivia was one who approved of mysteries, so I understood that this could well be a matter of some concern down the line, especially if Olivia and I were expected to work as closely together as Mrs. Harker seemed to want from us.
But, down the line was down the line, and today was today. Now fully understanding of both my Puma Press and drama club obligations, I made as quick and polite an exit as I could, ran for my bike, and pedaled swiftly for Sarah Kent’s house.
It wasn’t a short ride from school, but I like to think I made pretty good time. It wasn’t too late after school, and when I got to her home, I saw neither Josie’s nor Brooke’s cars there, so at least I wasn’t late, either. I hopped off my bike, wheeling it to the front of the house and rang the doorbell.
Sarah opened the door quickly, almost as if she’d been waiting behind the door for this exact moment.
“You came!” she exclaimed. “I’m so happy you came! I’ve needed… wait, why don’t you come inside so we don’t have to talk out here?”
There was something in her tone that was… elusive. It wasn’t that her excitement sounded false or anything like that, but it did sound like there was something more that she was hiding from me. Combined with Josie’s tone earlier, alarm bells were ringing particularly loudly in my head.
This was especially irksome, as quite simply, Sarah looked absolutely amazing today.
The 5’2″ blonde continued to look livelier every time I saw her, a distinct improvement from the shy, withdrawn girl who’d rather hide behind her hoodie than really engage in a conversation with anyone other than her closest friends I’d met earlier this year. Her beautiful face was alive, with a friendly smile, and delighted green eyes behind her horn-rimmed glasses. She wore a light purple dress that had a scooped-down neck showing a hint of cleavage (stopped only by the laces just above her breasts) and flowed to just below her knees, an outfit that was comfortable and airy, practical yet thoroughly feminine. It utterly flattered her tight dancer’s body, with her shapely legs, round, firm ass and B-cup breasts (that at a glance I knew weren’t constrained by a bra today). Her skin, so pale when I met her in her band geek days, had taken on a very light tan over her time with the cheer squad, a look that she pulled off quite well.
If I weren’t so vaguely nervous, I’d have been hard at this sight alone, and ready to ask if she wanted a quickie before the others got here.
Alright, so, I was a little hard, anyway. She was really hot.
“Thanks,” I said, wheeling my bike just inside the foyer before bending over to take my shoes and socks off. “Do you know when the others are going to get here?”
“Josie and Brooke?” Sarah said, still not doing an amazing job of hiding her own nerves. “Oh, they’re gonna be here in a bit. I asked them to wait a little while first because, I, um, wanted to talk to you for a minute before they got here.”
This was… well, fairly nerve-wracking, and had all my alarms up. “Sure. We doing this in the living room, or-”
“My bedroom?” she suggested, quickly.
Well, even if something secret was going on, at least I might get a little fun out of this first. “Sure.”
I followed Sarah, unable to keep my eyes from darting down her swaying ass, to her tight legs and bare feet. I’d had the honor of having been with Sarah a good many times over the course of senior year, and found myself looking forward to more time with her… I wasn’t getting anything from her that felt like a warning to stay away, or that she wanted to break off our friendship or anything like that, but… there was something that had me wary.
“Mom’s been in a much better mood ever since she got back from her retreat… I assume you had something to do with that?” Sarah asked, her tone slightly teasing.
“Some of it,” I admitted. “There was a lot going on there, honestly. I don’t know how much of it I can take credit for.”
“So modest…” she replied, continuing to force a more jovial tone than she clearly felt. “Well, if you were hoping to ditch study group to screw Mom again, tonight’s not the night; she took a shift down at her friend’s club, and will be out late.”
“Hey, that only happened one time!” I retorted.
“I know, I know, but, you know, teasing you like this, it’s fun…” Sarah replied, waving me into her bedroom as we reached the door. “But, seriously, thank you… I’m grateful you can help make her happy. She’s been, well, positively glowing ever since just before Valentine’s, and I *know* that that’s your doing.”
I stepped into Sarah’s bedroom, a familiar haven that was equal parts girly and geeky, with framed pictures of her in both her marching band and cheerleading outfits, band and movie posters she enjoyed, and plenty of pictures of her with her best friends: Hope, Fatima, Mia and Josie. I’d spent a lot of time in this room, and was pretty familiar with it, dropping my backpack by the door as I hopped over onto Sarah’s king-sized bed, stretching out on it in an attempt to relax.
“Well… I try,” I answered her.
She sat down a couple feet away from me, crossing her legs and denying me a view up her skirt, yet looking absolutely lovely as she sat there, smiling at me a little awkwardly. There was… a moment of silence between us, as we sat there, looking at one another and trying to figure out just who was going to say what, when.
Sarah broke the stalemate.
“Can I ask you to… I mean, would you sit up? There’s something I want to talk about with you, something important, and, I think it’d be easier if we did this face to face?” she said, gripping a teddy bear to her chest tightly, almost as if it was a defensive shield.
This did little to help my anxiety, but I did sit up and turn to face her, trying to look a lot less nervous than I was. “Shoot. I mean… what’s on your mind?”
Sarah’s smile kept flickering, and she held her teddy bear tighter, before loosening up, slightly. It still seemed like she was having a hard time breathing properly, but it didn’t look like her distress was too terrible.
Finally taking a proper breath, she said, “It’s… it’s been an unexpected year for me. I know it’s been for you, too… and I don’t mean to make this a contest or anything, but where I am now is not where I ever thought I’d be. I thought that my year would end the way it started with me being just another quiet girl on the marching band who only had four real friends and only ever *really* had sex with them, or the occasional band guy when I got up the nerve for it… I had my dreams, dreams of dancing, of cheerleading, but they were dreams, dreams that couldn’t be more than dreams. I could dream them, but when I woke up, everything would be the same. That… that probably sounds familiar to you.”
“A little,” I acknowledged.
Truthfully, this was a lot more familiar than I wanted to admit in the moment, but she was on a roll, and I didn’t want to interrupt her. Nevertheless, to say my year hadn’t followed a similar arc would have been a lie.
“But!” Sarah exclaimed, before she quieted down. “But… but… sorry. I’m sorry, this is all so hard to put together.”
“It’s alright,” I said. “Take a breath, relax…”
“I know how to breathe,” she replied, smiling nervously. “And relaxing is close to physically impossible right now, so, I think I’ll just say what I have to say and put it out there and we’ll see…”
“We’ll see?” I asked, a million different possibilities swirling through my mind. This was sounding less hazardous a meeting with every passing second, but I won’t lie that I was definitely confused.
“Okay, alright…” Sarah continued. “I can… I can do this… and that’s what’s important, really. There was a lot I couldn’t do before this year that I can do now, and I think the common element that kind of ties all of them together has been… you.”
Her voice dropped as she looked back down to her teddy bear, having a distinct challenge meeting my gaze.
“I didn’t… I didn’t do anything but give you a little push in the direction you already wanted to go. Everything you did, everything you accomplished, that’s all you. Your awesome year… that’s all yours,” I said, smiling.
“Maybe some of it was, but I wouldn’t have known who to contact… you put me together with Kaitlyn… I couldn’t have done that…” Sarah said. “But you made it possible, and now… now I’m leading the kind of year I think I always wanted. I’m on the cheer squad. I’m making all kinds of new friends. I’m having fun, and feeling alive, and… well, I can never thank you enough for that.”
I reached over to her, taking her hand in mine. “Your friendship is all the thanks I need.”
Gently, she squeezed my hand back, looking up at me timidly. “I think… I think I might want more than friendship with you.”
My heart beat more rapidly as this situation felt altogether familiar, and strangely welcome.
“Ryan…” Sarah said, taking a breath. “I think I love you. I think I have for a really long time, and I haven’t known what to do with that, but I wanted to… *needed* to say it now, so… yeah. I love you. And maybe I’m crazy, but, I think you might love me too. And not just friend love, but, like, ‘in love’ love. I mean I could be wrong… but I don’t think I am.”
I gulped, certainly nervous at this development, but also feeling a certain thrill that I couldn’t deny either. Sarah had been one of my dearest friends over the course of this year, and I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a deep, distinct connection between the two of us. I had tried to tell myself over and over that it was just one of those things that happens between people who’ve had as much sex as the two of us had had (and we had had a *lot* of sex), but there was something deeper than that. A spark of energy between us, a certain kinship because at the end of the day, we really did understand each other more than just about anyone here. I looked forward to seeing Sarah every time the opportunity came up, and nothing thrilled me quite like making this once shy girl smile in that way that lit up her entire face.
“Is that, uh, stunned silence a good thing, or a not good thing?” Sarah said, chuckling nervously. “Because I just opened my heart to you and now you’re staring off into space and it’s got me a little frightened.”
Crap, my internal monologue had happened in real time again.
I shook my head to straighten out my thoughts. “Fuck, I’m sorry, please, please don’t be scared! Sarah… I love you too!”
“Yeah?” she asked, her face brightening in that way that made my heart swell.
“Oh, god, yes! I have… fuck, for a while!” I said.
Relief flooded her voice as she laughed, throwing her teddy bear at me. “Then why didn’t you fucking tell me!”
“Well, I’ve been a little busy, and still trying to sort out all my feelings about everything, and about Josie and Brooke and… fuck… do they know?” I asked.
Sarah and Josie went back a long way, and I know that Sarah and Brooke had become quite good friends on the cheer squad, but the fact that my two girlfriends didn’t come to mind immediately while we were making our emotional pleas to one another felt like a distinct oversight.
Sarah grabbed her teddy bear back from me and placed a calming hand on my wrist. “Relax… I’ve actually had some long talks with both of them about this…”
“You have?” I asked, feeling relief again.
“Yes… I’m sorry you’re the last one to know, but… yeah,” she replied.
“Good talks?” I asked.
Sarah smiled broadly and nodded. “Uh huh. Josie and me… well, we already loved each other, and this is, uh, kind of a different way for it to develop, and one we’re willing to explore… and Brooke, she’s like the coolest person I know, and so much fun, and we have so much fun together, and I adore her and… we’ve talked. We’ve all talked. They’re willing to bring me into this weird and crazy group thing the three of you have. I have their votes, but yours matters, too-”
I made my vote clear when I closed the distance between the two of us, grabbing her teddy bear and tossing it aside as I pinned Sarah down to her bed, kissing her deeply. She moaned against my lips, wrapping her arms around me as we made out.
“This is… god… this is amazing… and what I want…” Sarah panted between kisses. “But can we stop for, like, a second? I need to text Brooke and Josie, let them know how this went, so they can come over…”
I didn’t want to stop kissing Sarah, not after we’d just gotten started, but, that seemed practical. “Okay.”
I climbed off of her, watching her sit up as she grabbed her phone off the nightstand and fired off a quick text.
She explained. “I said I wanted some time with you first, so, it’s not like they’ll be on their way here right away… those two are probably getting it on over at Brooke’s anyway… so, we’ll have some time…”
“Uh huh…” I said, tugging at the laces at the front of her dress, undoing the bow at the top and revealing more cleavage.