(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 (though the canon notes in this chapter are a little more tightly integrated than chapters 1 and 2). 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 with choosing some of the characters involved in certain scenes, some of the sex choreography 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 AFTERNOON
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In this long and winding saga of my senior year, focused on the memories I've made and tried to hold onto lest they be lost to time, I've met a lot of women. You probably know that by now if you've made it this far through the main story and this temporary side jaunt, but, it bears repeating. I've met, and been with, a lot of women, and found each and every one of them unforgettable in one way or another.
One thing I will not say out loud, however, is that some of them have been a little more unforgettable than others. Maybe this was because of some connection that we'd formed, or because of a particularly memorable sexual encounter, or because they were unusually beautiful.
As I sat on the couch at the retreat of Regan Hills' book club's improvised stripping room, watching as Cassandra Pruitt took to the stripper pole to show off her moves with the encouragement of Viola Kent, I was reminded by the soft hands that suddenly squeezed my shoulders, and the low, sultry voice that accompanied these hands, that there is another variable that can make an encounter with a woman more unforgettable than others:
The biggest tits I had ever seen in my fucking life.
"Well, hello, Ryan..."
My skin broke out in gooseflesh at her voice and touch, my cock twitching as my mouth suddenly watered. I turned back to look behind me at the utterly imposing woman behind me.
"Hello, Mrs. Harker..." I said, my voice shaky in its approximation of confidence. "Or is it Wanda, this weekend?"
Wanda Harker looked down at me, smiling a ruby red smile on her full, pouty lips. Fuck, I knew I should have been paying attention to Cassandra and that I'd promised her I'd watch her dance, but Wanda was kind of hypnotic... I couldn't look away from her.
That she was a pin-up drawing brought to life certainly was a big part of this. Our school's 28-year-old drama teacher may have only been 5'5", but she had curves enough to make her truly intimidating, with a full, round ass, and absolutely massive J-cup tits. Like so many in school, I'd dreamed of seeing them (and doing a lot more to them) one day, but unlike most, I'd had the actual chance to do quite a bit with her rack back in January. I'd squeezed those tits, sucked them, fucked them... fuck, I still shivered with thoughts of everything that had happened in our last encounter...
Fuck, she looked amazing today, too... her pale skin was well shown off in the impossibly tight black t-shirt (with enough midriff to barely cover her tits) and matching black thong she'd worn, while her bobbed, raven-black hair framed her gorgeous face impeccably. A pair of dark sunglasses had slid halfway down her nose, letting her playful, dark eyes wander over my body. Sitting here in only my swim trunks, with an impressive erection from everything I'd been watching... yeah, I probably made an interesting sight.
Playfully, she stroked a finger along her chin as if in thought. "Hmmm, Wanda does have a nice ring to it, for now, Ryan..."
I grinned as she walked around the side of the couch, sitting down to my right and pressing in close to me. The heat between us was obvious, but I tried my best to watch the show Cassandra was putting on. She knew how to work the pole, spinning around and looking at me with the most seductive of gazes... she looked distracted when she saw Wanda sitting next to me, then broke out in a laugh and an eyeroll as if this were an annoyance she knew she should have expected.
I shook my head slightly, wanting to give both of them attention and finding it difficult. I tried keeping my eyes on Cassandra while speaking to Wanda, but it was a challenge.
"Ryan?" I joked. "Whatever happened to 'pet'?"
When Wanda and I had first gotten together, she'd taken to calling me 'pet' as she exercised her dominance, a nickname I'd found amusing when I was horny, if a little odd in its own way once I had more sense.
She chuckled. "The others told me it was a little... well, more than a *little*, peculiar... and I'm surrendering to their far superior wisdom... I was caught up in the moment, you might say."
"And you're not caught up in the moment now?" I asked.
"Oh, Ryan, I'm always caught up in one moment or another... even when you're working off of a script, you need to stay loose and be ready for whatever comes your way. Opportunity is so often in the eye of the beholder, and I'm always ready to take on a new opportunity when it promises... excitement," she said, licking her lips and looking down at my erection as she put extra emphasis on that last word.
I made the mistake of looking at her more directly, and at those massive tits pressing insistently against the side of my arm, restrained only by the tightest of t-shirts... her nipples plainly hard even through the dark fabric... fuck, I was in danger, wasn't I? A very sweet danger, but a danger all the same, torn between all of these women who wanted to fuck me... ah, the joys of an orgy weekend.
"Well, whatever floats your boat," I said, nodding as my eyes were now firmly locked onto her tits as they threatened to tear through her t-shirt as if it were made of tissue paper. "Have you, uh, been here very long?"
"Not too long, not too short," Wanda purred, taking off her sunglasses and setting them on a nearby side table. "But long enough to hear you giving Lauren and Erika one hell of a fuck..."
I laughed. "Ah, well, yeah, that's long enough then."
"Indeed it is..." she replied, resting a hand on my thigh, rubbing and squeezing me gently. "I must say, it sounded like you were really giving it to them... I would've expected on a weekend like this that you'd have been completely drained by this point."
"You'd think that, but I've got pretty good stamina," I said, hissing slightly as her hand gently grazed my cock. "Every time I think I'm empty, I manage to find more in the tank. Or someone here manages to get me going again... you've all got a way with that, I'm sure you realize..."
