(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, please remember it's all in good fun.)
(Author's Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. Book Club Memories is a much-requested spin-off tale from my vaguely epic story Senior Year Memories, taking place between chapters 40 and 41 of that tale. All of you who have read that far in the story will hopefully enjoy the continuation of various storylines, 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 miniseries that will stand on its own for your reading pleasure. I hope you all enjoy!
Further, I would like to thank the readers whose votes helped determine some of the action of this story, especially guiding the course of the main threesome and in the creation of Cassandra Pruitt. 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.)
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SATURDAY MORNING
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When it came to Saturday mornings, as a general rule, I liked to sleep in and never set an alarm. If Dad ever tried to wake me up for some great weekend adventure, I'd go along with it because I loved the guy, but I'd be a little surly about it at the same time. Who wants an alarm on the weekend, right?
However, with how wild my senior year had been, I'd come to learn there were exceptions to everything, and that some things made very welcome wakeup calls.
Take, for instance, a pair of insistent hands, soft but strong, gently taking hold of your leg and shaking it slightly.
"Come on, sleepyhead! Time to wake up and greet the day!"
Her voice was high and playful, but with a little bit of the edge I'd come to enjoy this past year.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and rolled over onto my back in bed. Though I could rationally know where I was, it still took a moment to get my bearings and make sure that yesterday hadn't all been some wild and wonderful dream. The sun was coming in at a different angle through the window, the bed felt different, I was naked...
Okay, the naked part wasn't all that different from the norm these days, but the other two were enough to remind me that I wasn't home.
That, and the fact that my hot history teacher, Mrs. Brenda Lynn, was standing beside my bed wearing nothing more than a tight, midriff-bearing t-shirt and a blue thong. A 5'3" blonde in her late 30s, she had a killer body, with DD-cup tits that strained her top, and a full, round ass that I'd gotten intimately familiar with in the last few months. Her pretty face looked down at me with dazzling blue eyes and a big, beaming smile. Those eyes danced down toward my cock, still hidden under the blanket, briefly, causing her to shift nervously on her feet as she pushed a few locks of her bobbed, blonde hair behind her ear.
This image was enough to confirm for me that yes, it wasn't all some dream. I really had joined Viola Kent's "book club" on their weekend retreat, and spent most of yesterday afternoon fucking like crazy. I'd even shared a bed with Brenda and Mrs. Lauren McNeil, my best friend's mother, last night. Had we gotten up to anything crazy? I couldn't remember. I didn't think so, it felt like I passed out pretty quickly after what I'd gotten up to with Valerie, though who knew...
Groaning as I stretched the night out of me, I said, "Sleepyhead?"
"Yeah, that's what you are," she said, sighing. "You slept like a rock all night; it's like Val fucked all the life out of you."
"She got close," I admitted. "And I wasn't saying I didn't do a lot of sleeping; I was just wondering who actually uses the word 'sleepyhead'."
Brenda rolled her eyes. "Hey, just because the kids are home this weekend and I am thoroughly on vacation, doesn't mean you can beat all the mom out of me."
"I guess not," I said, eyeing her up and down appreciatively. "Though you're definitely dressed more for vacation than family time, I'd say."
"That's what I was going for!" she said, giggling and twirling around, giving me a much better view of her perfect, round ass, covered only by the thinnest fabric.
Yeah, my cock was definitely reaching full strength under the covers by this point.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"A little after nine," Brenda answered, dropping down on the bed next to me. She crawled up next to me, fully lying facedown on the bed, propped up only by her elbows and giving me an amazing view down her cleavage.
The way she was grinning, I knew this to be completely intentional.
"It's still early... I could be sleeping," I murmured, with only a little actual complaint in my meaning.
"You'd rather be sleeping, when you're surrounded by MILFs who'd like to fuck you silly. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, and to think I've been telling everyone you're one of my best and brightest students..." Brenda chided, smiling mischievously.
"I *am* one of your best students," I stated, about as cocky as I'd ever get about anything. "But you make a good point. I'm up."
"Good!" she exclaimed, crawling up next to me so she could quickly kiss me. "Because we've got a few more ladies arriving in the next hour or so, a bit of a breakfast buffet set up, and I'd like to steal some time with you before anyone realizes I'm here for more than just a wakeup call."
I raised an eyebrow. "How much more?"
Brenda cocked her head at an angle I was familiar with, one that said I was being a damnfool for the sake of being a damnfool because I asked her to spell out the obvious. Rather than have her joke about me being one of her better students again, I thought it best to jump in.
"Ah. *That* much more," I said.
"Yes, *that* much more," she replied, pulling down the blanket to reveal my thick, ten-inch-long erection.
"Ah, fuck..." Brenda moaned, biting her lip as she reached out and took hold of my cock.
I hissed as she slowly began to jack me, running her thumb over the head eagerly.
