(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.)
Previously, on Senior Year Memories: Nerdy 18-year-old Ryan Collins was knocked down from the great year he'd been enjoying when school bully and star football player, Kyle Bowman, sucker punched him in the eye. Fearful and returning to old habits, it took the unlikely alliance of his cheerleader fuck buddies Kaitlyn and Brooke, alongside his best friend, Tori, to snap him out of his funk and plan to take down Kyle once and for all. This plan went perfectly, when at the Homecoming dance, Ryan and Kaitlyn seduced Addison, Kyle's girlfriend and the Homecoming Queen, letting her in on Kyle's bad habits. Together through the power of a three-way, Ryan, Kaitlyn and Addison humiliated Kyle. Now with Kyle humiliated and arrested for drug possession, Ryan, Tori, Kaitlyn and Brooke are retreating to Tori's house to split open a bottle of whiskey for their own after party.
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The one thing video games didn't prepare me for about real world boss fights was that afterward, I'd need a shower. The combined stench of sweat, adrenaline and the sex I'd had with Addison Gonzalez left me feeling sticky and smelling terrible. The shower's hot water running down my body was almost hot enough to burn, but had the exact feeling of cleansing that I'd wanted. My nervousness wasn't gone, not entirely, not yet, but I was almost there, probably just needing more time for it to sink in.
We'd beaten Kyle Bowman.
We'd beaten Kyle fucking Bowman!
The words felt impossible. After the years of hell he'd given me across middle school and high school, that Kyle Bowman might no longer be an issue at Regan Hills High School was just too much to believe. After what he'd been caught doing, after the information we'd passed up the line, there was no way he'd be welcome back at school. He'd be lucky if he only faced expulsion, at this point. Whether he'd serve time for possession or just get sent to an out of town school, it was too early to tell, but for right now it was a victory, and it was one I meant to savor.
Finally feeling clean, I turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. The bathroom off Tori's basement bedroom was small, but it had everything it needed, and considering all the nights I'd spent here for various sleepovers, projects or epic gaming sessions, it was as familiar to me as my own.
Well, nearly as familiar. Looking in the mirror over the sink, I saw a me that I wasn't all that used to. It wasn't just the black eye, or the beginning of a muscular frame (all thanks to Brooke's brutal workout routines and diets), no, it was something else. It was more than confidence, more than having a big cock. It was like having sex flipped a switch inside me, making me into my best self, or at least someone on their way to being their best self.
And I wouldn't have been able to be this person without the girls and women who'd shown me the way.
Kaitlyn Pruitt.
Brooke King.
Haley Campbell.
Mrs. Lynn.
Nadia Barclay.
And now Addison Gonzalez.
Every one of them was a new experience, showing me new sides of myself, teaching me new things and skills, making me better, one hot and sweaty round of sex at a time. If it'd stopped here, I knew this year would've been the greatest year of my life, but I also knew that it wasn't going to end here.
Not by a long shot.
I got dressed in my underwear, sweatpants and t-shirt that I stashed at Tori's for when I spent the night, then went to rejoin Kaitlyn, Brooke and Tori in her room.
I knew I should've been alarmed right away once I heard the three of them together, laughing. These three never would agree on something to laugh about most of the time. I crept around the corner from the bathroom slowly, peering into Tori's bedroom.
Having spent more time in here than I could remember, I knew the room like the back of my hand, most of its walls covered in bookcases stacked floor to ceiling with books, the desk that was almost more collectibles than it was a functional desk, the old, brick-hard couch I'd spent many a night on and the giant bed in the center of the room that Tori always taunted me from whenever I stayed over.
Tori, Kaitlyn and Brooke huddled around Tori's desk, laughing at something on her laptop, was a potentially dangerous arrangement, but one I was willing to explore. They'd all gotten out of their Homecoming dresses and were wearing sleep clothes from Tori's collection. Cleaned of makeup and with their hair down (save for Brooke's trademark loose pigtails), they looked like three girls at a slumber party, or, well, what I imagined girls at a slumber party to look like.
Sweet and petite blonde Brooke, wearing an old purple pair of Tori's pajamas that were far too long for her.
Sultry brunette Kaitlyn, her killer curves barely hidden by the overlong sleep shirt that her bare legs emerged from.
And Tori... not looking all that different from how she usually did, with pale skin, wild curly red hair and a smile that can fix almost any dark day. Dressed in her usual bedtime oversized sleep shirt and sweatpants, she showed them something on the computer.
"Whatcha watching?" I asked.
Kaitlyn looked to me, amused. "We were watching Kyle going small town viral for a while, but when new stuff stopped showing up, Tori just started showing us old videos of you two as kids."
A sick pit opened up in my stomach. "Please don't tell me you showed them the video of me in my underwear singing and dancing to 'Umbrella.'"
"Fine, I won't tell you that," Tori said. I facepalmed. I thought I had a new life after tonight, and now I was ready for it to be all over again.
"Oh, come on, you're not, like, that bad a dancer," Brooke said, bouncing over to Tori's bed and flopping down on it. I sat next to her, twirling one of her pigtails around my finger while she looked up at me cutely.
"Really?" I asked, amused.
"Nah. I could give you some pointers, add that to our routines," Brooke said.
"Pass. I'm sore enough as is after you're done with me," I said.
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Brooke said, playfully squeezing my cock. Memories of what we'd done together spun before my eyes, giving my erection full strength. That this was happening didn't go unnoticed by Brooke, and she rubbed her hand up and down my cock appreciatively before letting up.
