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.
Author's Note: I just want to give a special shout-out to all the fans out there who've taken the time to offer feedback on this series. This was originally just a fun idea I wanted to write because I've wanted to do something on Literotica forever, but I wasn't expecting this kind of awesome response. Thank you for all your kind words, encouragement and criticism. I take your comments to heart and have already started working on instituting some of the better ideas I've received for down the line. I can't promise that every idea I receive will be instituted, but if there's something you want to see, let me know and it will be considered!
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Previously, on Senior Year Memories: After having sex with his best friend, Tori, nerdy 18-year-old Ryan Collins has agreed to keep their relationship casual and uncomplicated, even though he's not sure he fully agrees. Even so, the year moves on as planning has begun for Regan Hills High School's annual Halloween Scream event. The school newspaper has agreed to host a haunted house, and editor Nadia Barclay has enlisted Ryan and goth photographer Josie Wong to use their mutual knowledge of horror to help plan their house and beat all the other school clubs, with plans to use Ryan's sexual prowess to convince certain school artisans to their side. While scouting out the abandoned bungalow they're set to make the haunted house in, Josie and Ryan get to know each other and have some hot anal sex. Looks like it'll be an interesting Halloween season!
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When I first joined the Puma Press, I thought that my duties would be like anyone else's on an average school newspaper: writing, researching, editing, and repeating the process while building my skills and helping our editor, Nadia's, vision of winning some awards by the end of the year. With my best friend, Tori, already writing for the paper, it'd be a fun way to pass the time while still getting some good-looking extracurricular points that'd look good when I got around to applying for college. I knew it'd be a commitment, but it'd be a commitment whose parameters I could've predicted.
I didn't see the Halloween Scream, Regan Hills High School's annual Halloween carnival, coming.
I didn't see Nadia volunteering for the Puma Press to set up a haunted house in one of our school's abandoned bungalows, and I sure as hell didn't see her putting me as one of the people in charge of getting the haunt set up. That I'd been teamed up with Josie Wong was great, because she was damned smart, was fun to be around and talk with, really loved horror and was really into anal, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that we'd been dropped into the deep end.
Especially since Nadia considered me her "secret weapon" for making sure we'd have the best house at the Scream. She'd made it clear that she intended to send me out to have sex with anyone whose skills might be useful for the success of our haunted house, which when combined with me having a leadership position on this project, meant there was a lot of pressure on me.
So, yeah, I was stressed. I may have even freaked out once or twice when I was alone, but in the end, I calmed myself. I was going to be graduating this year, and I sure as shit would have to learn how to deal with responsibility after that. I could freak out every once in a while about the haunt, but I'd have to pull myself together and get shit done.
After all, people were counting on me.
More impressively, people I actually liked were counting on me. That was a strange, new situation to be in, but one I didn't mean to disappoint on.
Nadia hadn't given me one of my "special assignments" yet, but that didn't mean there wasn't work to still be done. When we weren't screwing each others' brains out, Josie and I had come up with a good checklist of tasks that needed to be accomplished, not the least of which was emptying out the mess of crap stored in our bungalow that our school had forgotten over the years.
Given that that stuff was all school property, if forgotten school property, it wasn't like we could just throw it away, but that didn't change that we had to do something about it if we wanted to actually accomplish anything in the bungalow.
It came upon me that fixing this might be one of those "it's not what you know, but who you know" sorts of situations, and that there was a good chance I actually did know someone who could help us with this problem. It was just a matter of seeing how good my networking skills were.
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"Ryan, it's good to see you, come in, come in!" Mrs. Lynn said, waving me into her empty classroom. She didn't get up from her desk, but even from where I was, I could see her face light up the room. Today she wore a pale violet short-sleeved dress, that looked every bit as professional as it did sexy on her. It was tight enough in the right places to show off her amazingly large tits and big, round ass. Shortly bobbed blonde hair framed her pretty face with its beautiful smile and sparkling eyes barely restrained by her stylish glasses.
I stepped into the empty classroom and closed the door behind me. She said, "Please, Ryan, would you lock the door?"
I knew what that meant. My cock knew what that meant. Thankfully, we were both in agreement on this subject.
I hadn't come here planning for sex, because I really did just want to ask Mrs. Lynn this as a favor from the only faculty member I really knew, but I was hoping sex might happen, too because... well, it was Mrs. Lynn.
I turned to lock the door. I'd barely turned back to her before hearing her bounding across the room for me, her heels clicking rapidly as she closed the distance between us. I dropped my backpack.
I'm not sure if our lips or our bodies collided first, and I didn't really care at the time because rubbing against Mrs. Lynn's luscious curves beneath such a flimsy dress while we embraced and made out had to be one of the greatest pleasures in life. Not as great a pleasure as doing that last part naked, but still really high up there.
"I was wondering when I'd see you like this again," Mrs. Lynn said.
"Sorry, I've been busy," I said.
"I know," she said, kissing me possessively. "Fucking more high school sluts and taking on assholes like Kyle Bowman, right?"
"You know about that?" I asked, confused, scared, and a little impressed, actually.
"Believe it or not, teachers know pretty much everything that's going on around here, and believe it or not, we usually don't give a shit," Mrs. Lynn said, fumbling for my zipper as my hands found her tits. This explanation, combined with her enthusiasm in finding my cock, set me at ease about her knowing what I did to Kyle enough to enjoy what we were doing.
"Well, that's good," I said, enjoying her soft moans as I felt her nipples harden through the fabric of her dress as I palmed her tits. She successfully undid my belt and unzipped my pants, reaching inside and pulling out my ten-inch-long, very thick cock. The mere thought of being in the same room as Mrs. Lynn, given our history, was enough to get it rock hard. That it was already dripping precum enough to make her jacking it feel so good was just a nice bonus.
"Wait, wait, please, I know we're about to do something really great, but I came here to ask for some help, and if we get started, I'm gonna forget, and I don't wanna forget because this is really important to a lot of people," I said quickly, doing a pretty admirable job of ignoring the really great way she was playing with my balls and the even better handjob she was giving me.
"Ask away, but I need this cock and I need it now, it's been too fucking long for me," Mrs. Lynn said, getting down on her knees. With hungry eyes, she leaned in toward my cock, licking her lips before taking the head between them. She sucked on it hungrily, moaning and grabbing at her tits, pulling her dress down to expose those massive, beautiful breasts to me.
"Oh, fuck," I grunted as she started sucking on my cock in earnest, bobbing up and down on it while she pinched her nipples. I forgot how good a cocksucker she was, and it wasn't something I meant to forget again. I ran my fingers through her hair, grabbed a good handful and began to fuck her face.
