This story uses the characters and setting from the "Senior Year Memories" series, which was written and created by the very kind and generous aimingtomisbehave33, available to read here on Literotica. This side story was written and released for public reading with his consent, and I am not making any claims of ownership on his intellectual property. Some of the characters in this story are of my creation, but have been freely donated to aimingtomisbehave33, for him to use or not as he sees fit in future Senior Year Memories installments. Several more chapters of this are planned for the future, and depending on interest and inspiration, there may be other side stories set in this world as well.
This story contains both heterosexual sex and lesbian sex, so it's listed under the "Erotic Couplings" category as a generic catch-all. There are also brief references to interracial sex, anal sex, and group sex.
As has always been the case with this series, all characters presented in sexual situations are at least eighteen years old. With those disclaimers out of the way... ON WITH THE SHOW!
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As the sun rose on the morning of November 1st, Brooke King staggered into her bedroom, with both fatigue and sexual afterglow very evident in her small body's posture and dreamy facial expression. Her "Harley Quinn" makeup was sweat-destroyed, her blonde hair's usual pigtails were completely undone, and her red and black diamond-pattern halter top was completely soaked in sweat... and semen.
The costume was disassembled in slow, deliberate steps. The black bolero jacket had somehow avoided being splattered and stained, and was carefully hung up in the closet, although it took her tired hands three tries to get the jacket to sit right on the hanger. Black combat boots were kicked off and set by the door. Her thigh-high fishnet stockings were carefully removed, and inspected with a discerning eye. There were numerous small tears and other damage, but if a situation ever called for a slightly distressed and overtly slutty outfit in the future, these might be useful again someday. She turned and looked back over her shoulder as she posed in front of her mirror, admiring how her favorite pair of denim shorts still made her toned and sought-after backside look even better than usual. She gave one of her buttcheeks a light slap, giggling and smiling at the sight. The shorts were thrown in the laundry hamper after a small bottle was retrieved from a pocket, but the multiple studded belts were left in their loops, to be removed later. Underneath the denim, a high-waisted thong made of thin black lace was completely soaked, a sticky mess of multiple male orgasms, and her own limitless well of aroused lubrication. Into the laundry hamper it went. Lastly, all that remained was the top. As she peeled the tight and sticky material away, she shivered with pleasure as the cool air hit her bare pink nipples.
Everything had gone perfectly.
Brooke stood completely naked in her bedroom, wearing only a slender gold necklace, which bore a single small key as a pendant. She ran her hands up and down her body and grinned, and then cupped her small and pert breasts with both hands, looking down at herself in wonder. "Oh wow. I love me," she said aloud. "I love who I am, I totally love what I do, and like, I love how I feel. My life is so goddamn awesome, it's scary." She walked over to her prized jewelry box, and unlocked it with her key. In went the small bottle, a half-used supply of high-end water-based lube, and out came a book. This was bound in pink leather, and had the words 'My Diary' written in a flowery script on the cover. Picking up a pen from her desk, she shuffled over to her bed, and tossed diary and pen onto the thick pink quilt, next to her pile of pink and white pillows.
"Gotta write," she mumbled to herself, as she opened up a drawer on her nightstand. After sifting through various options, she reached in, and pulled out a very slender vibrator, the narrowest of her collection. It was also pink, like so much else in this room, with a purple flower pattern flowing along its length. She gave the base one small twist, and the sex toy's lowest setting hummed quietly in her hand. Climbing into the bed and lying on her stomach, Brooke lifted her hips, and reached around behind herself. Gingerly inserting the toy into her still-dripping sex with a well-practiced hand, she gave a quiet sigh of satisfaction.
Anyone watching would have been treated to a memorable sight, a beautiful young woman presenting herself for sex, and then providing that tender loving herself. Slowly at first, but then building up speed, Brooke drove the slim toy in and out of her blushing pink folds, her moans and soft cries building in volume with the speed of her thrusts. After several minutes of this, her entire body suddenly shook with pleasure, and Brooke released the base of the toy, leaving it sticking out of herself as she settled down. Shaking her head as if to knock loose cobwebs, Brooke's bright eyes had a new energy to them, and she smiled broadly.
She then opened her diary to its bookmark, picked up her pen, and began to write.
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DEAR DIARY:
I know it's been a couple of weeks since I've written you, Diary, and I'm really sorry about that. Things have been, like, crazy busy this month, but so much has happened, and so much has changed, especially tonight, that I knew I had to take the time to write you, even though all I really want to do is sleep for days. But wow, I think this year's Halloween is gonna go down in history as the best holiday EVER.
I fucking love Halloween. Everyone's in a mood for major fun, no matter who they are! Little kids get to have free candy, and all the adults get to have some seriously awesome and sexy eye candy! When Halloween comes around, it's suddenly okay to get out your sluttiest clothes, or buy a "sexy nurse" or "sexy soldier" or sexy-whatever costume, and totally go on parade.
I mean, I would totally wear the sexiest clothes I could find every day, but Mrs. Blaustein (the grumpy Assistant Principal I told you about, Diary?) keeps threatening to suspend me if I violate dress code again. What a prude, y'know? Clearly she's not getting enough D from her man, 'cause that would totally loosen her up.
Oh wow, I just made a joke! Like, LOOSEN her up in both her tight prissy mind AND her tight grumpy pussy! See, this is why I love writing to you, Diary! I get to play around with words, and I love it how some words can mean all different kinds of things, all at the same time! It's not just words — I love to play, in everything that I do. If you get to play, then everything in life is better. And there's so much playtime to be had, all around us. It's so awesome.
But like, back to Halloween. Ryan had asked me to help out with the Puma Press Newspaper's carnival project, a "scary clown" Haunted House. I told him that I would only do it if he fucked my ass mega-hard after our next yoga session. So he did! I couldn't ever lie to you, Diary — Ryan's monster cock has totally changed how I look at the world. I mean, who knew that a quiet nerd like him could be such an awesome lay?
It really got me thinking about all the other nerds in our senior class. I mean, they probably don't all have giant pussy-destroyer cocks in their pants like Ryan does, but I figured that any nerd would be, like, super sweet and enthusiastic if they got to fuck me. And I love enthusiasm.
The tricky part is that a lot of nerdboys get kind of scared when a girl gets right up in their grill and offers a blowjob. Even Ryan almost didn't go for it that first time, and when I found Horace Barnaby alone in the parking lot after school last month, and asked him really nicely if he wanted to lick my kitty through my wet panties in the back seat of my car, he totally freaked out and ran away! I felt really bad about that, y'know?
I think that a lot of nerds just aren't used to girls being nice to them, so that when a girl does come around with a horny itch that she really wants him to scratch, most nerds just don't know how react, or think that the girl isn't being honest. And that's really sad, because if a girl can't be honest with who and when and where and how she wants to fuck, then how can anything get done in this world? I mean, you feel me on this, right Diary? I would NEVER ask a guy to wreck my ass unless I totally meant it. YOLO, bitches! Life's gotta be lived!
