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, I swear.
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Previously, on Senior Year Memories: Nerdy 18-year-old Ryan Collins has been getting used to his newfound position among Regan Hills High School's popular girls after news of his big cock was spread around by mean girl Kaitlyn. So, in addition to dodging bully Kyle Bowman and his best friend, Tori, talking him into joining the school paper, he's been juggling time having sex with a number of cheerleaders. After a tryst in a school closet brought his activities to the attention of his favorite teacher, Mrs. Lynn, Ryan thought he was in trouble, but instead had sex with Mrs. Lynn. All in all, the year's looking up.
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"We really need to get you laid," Tori said before taking an expert sniper shot at one of our opponents, splattering their digital brains all over the landscape. We sat next to each other on her basement bedroom couch, each focused on our laptops and the game world within. We were playing in a battle royale match and had made it to only fourteen survivors left, but for the moment we were on the same side, which was fun while it lasted.
It didn't make me hate the point where we'd have to turn on each other any less, though.
There were worse people to have as a best friend than Tori McNeil, though the way she focused on my social life, the social life I was currently hiding from her, got more than a little annoying pretty fast. Especially when there were bitches online that needed killing, and she was distracting me from them.
"Is this really the time?" I asked, diving my avatar for cover as someone launched a rocket at me.
"Oh, come on, it's always the time. You've got a year to prevent you from going to college a virgin, and I'm just trying to help out. You really should've dived behind that truck," she said.
"That truck's on fire," I clarified.
"Oh, so it is," she said as the truck exploded. "Doesn't mean getting you laid isn't important."
"It's not important right now," I said.
"Ryan, you're my best friend; you're important all the time," Tori said. For someone who as much a smartass as she was most of the time, there was a refreshing honesty to her voice that was almost touching.
"Thanks," I said. Then, realizing I needed to talk like I wasn't getting laid on a semi-regular basis these days, I added, "But that's not gonna help me. Not unless you're offering..."
"Ew, god no!" Tori exclaimed, wrinkling her face up in disgust. As usual when we have this exchange, we held on, waiting to see who'd laugh first. This time, Tori who broke first, though I wasn't far behind.
"Sorry, couldn't hold it in," she said.
"Don't worry. If I wasn't so busy flanking our sniper friend..." I said, unleashing a barrage from my minigun. The sniper, and close to half the building they were hiding in, were no longer a problem.
"...I'd have broken first," I said.
"Oh, nicely done. Get the loot before someone else does," Tori said.
"Already on it," I said, looting the remains, shooting a glance over at Tori.
That the two of us should've had sex by now is one of our longest running inside jokes, mostly because I'm pretty sure everyone expected that we would've done it by now. We'd been best friends for ages, and were closer to brother and sister than anything else, I think (not that I'd know, being an only child). We fought, played video games, shared similar interest in toys and comics and women, and slept over at each others' houses all the time. We've jokingly sent each other favorite porn clips and pictures we've found online in the past, and, well, in a lot of ways, I've always thought about her as one of the guys.
That's not to say I didn't know she was pretty cute, for a bisexual tomboy. She was a shade taller than me and slender, with pale, freckled skin, a cute face, and a mess of curly red hair I don't think she's ever tried to tame. She favored loose, long-sleeved shirts, overalls and boots, but I'd had enough gym classes with her to know she was hiding a half-decent body under it all.
There'd been times, back before this year at least, where I'd been convinced that one day the two of us would wind up having sex if just for the fact that I wouldn't have had any other options. She got dates sometimes, more often than not with girls than guys, but I knew she'd had sex, and I'd been curious, maybe a little about what it'd be like, but only curious.
All right, maybe just a little more than curious, but no more than that.
"You know, it's not like there aren't girls who wouldn't be interested," Tori said.
"They're not interested," I said.
"True, but there's some who if you got to know them, they might be willing to give it a try. Just, you know, you'd have to get to know them first, and grow balls enough to actually ask them out," she said.
"Oh yeah? Name some," I said.
She thought on this a moment, sniping yet another person before saying, "You've got me there, but I could ask around-"
"Don't ask around. I... I'm fine," I said. It wasn't that I wasn't interested in being introduced to more girls, but I was afraid that if she started asking around that she might've started to hear some of the rumors about me, rumors I was perfectly fine keeping from Tori. The way she kept her ear to the ground, it felt like a minor miracle she hadn't heard anything already, and I wanted to keep it that way.
"Spending your lonely nights masturbating doesn't count as being fine," Tori said.
It was if it meant masturbating to pictures of my cum all over Kaitlyn Pruitt, Brooke King, Haley Campbell and Mrs. Lynn.
God, it was still hard to believe that I'd had sex with Mrs. Lynn, and that she was looking forward to more somewhere down the line. The thought was enough to make my erection stir, though I had to hide it from Tori.
These were the things I thought, even though I didn't say them.
I was struggling to come up with something to say, when something happened that meant I didn't need to say a damn thing.
"Fuck, I'm dead," I said, bemoaning my avatar falling to the ground, blood spewing from his head.
"Shit! Me too!" Tori exclaimed. "I had a great fucking spot and everything! Fucking snipers."
"Says the sniper," I said.
"Fuck off. Who got you?" she asked.
I checked my screen, then hers. "Hey, we're twinsies. 69golden_hand69."
"Fuck, not her," Tori grumbled.
