(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. This story is highly serialized, and though it's not 100% necessary to have read the whole story up until this point to enjoy the content of the chapter, it's definitely advisable to understand some of the ongoing plots.)
(Author's Note: I'd like to again thank MisterWildCard for acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter and for his honest editing and fantastic suggestions. As well, I want to give special thanks to reader Natalie R. for the kind words and encouragement that helped me through a rough creative patch I was having. As always, if you're enjoying this, please, please, please drop some stars, reviews or shoot me some feedback. Though I may not always respond, I do love hearing from all of you and seeing that you're enjoying the series. It keeps me going and motivates me to continue writing more. You've all been wonderful and I can't thank you enough for all of your kind words and encouragement and yes, even the criticisms!)
Previously, on Senior Year Memories: 18-year-old nerd Ryan Collins had a good day. After reconciling with his best friend Tori McNeil after a couple weeks of evasion and silence (even getting an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner to meet her new girlfriend), his investigation into discovering the identity of Sam, the mystery girl he had sex with on Halloween, came to an end. Thanks to the help of Tori's sister, Rachel, and a tip from band geek Hope Harris, Ryan was able to discover Sam's identity: Sarah Kent, a shy dancer, fellow band geek and one of the best friends of Ryan's goth lover, Josie Wong. With great anticipation, Ryan tracked Sarah down and seduced her at her mother's dance studio. As tends to happen in this story, hot sex ensued. Afterward, riding high from his afternoon with Sarah, Ryan impulsively made out with Rachel, and though she reciprocated after a few seconds both realized it was a bad idea and broke it off.
(WARNING: To those of you who are looking for a story where everyone makes the right decisions, nobody's feelings get hurt and everything ends with a guarantee of a "happily ever after," this chapter is probably not for you. Though I mean to keep the sex hot, some hearts will be broken by chapter's end. Don't say I didn't warn you.)
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I'm going to tell you now about how I lost Tori, though it's not quite as simple as that.
Just because we were best friends doesn't mean I had any kind of claim over her, she was never actually "mine", so "lost" isn't quite the right word. Right words are hard to find for what exactly happened between us, but whatever it was, it was my fault. Spin it however you want, say whatever it is that makes you sleep best at night, but at the end of the day I was the one who screwed up so spectacularly that by the end of Thanksgiving, my oldest friend and I were no longer friends.
It's not a story I want to tell, nor is it one I offer to you as a warning because I understand that my problems are hardly normal or representative of the kinds of problems you'd want warnings about, but you'll hear it anyway. Why's that? Why wouldn't I just hide from the dark moments of my life like a kid under the covers hoping that a simple piece of cloth would keep the flesh rending claws of monsters at bay?
Continuity.
If I skipped past Thanksgiving to December, shy a best friend and in a depressed funk for all I'd fucked up and thrown out, you'd probably be confused. No, I'm going to tell you what happened on Thanksgiving so you'll know what happened and what effect it had on things moving forward. It's not a day I'm proud of, nor is it one I like to linger on, but if you're here for my story, this is a necessary chapter.
I wish I could promise you the happy kind of happy ending you'd see in a movie, but this isn't that kind of story. This year doesn't end with Tori and me walking off into the sunset hand in hand or with a tearful makeup session that leads to hot sex (Halloween, as it turned out, was the last time ever we'd have that kind of fun). It just... well, I won't spoil that much ahead.
So, are you sure you want to keep reading? Are you sure you're ready?
Here goes nothing.
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On the long list of holidays, Thanksgiving was always one of my least favorite growing up. It didn't come with presents or costumes or getting candy, but did involve having to get dressed up in uncomfortable and sit quietly while surrounded by people you didn't like. When I was little and Mom did all the cooking, I was used to being surrounded by so many people from her side of the family that I didn't recognized, being pinched and poked and told how big I was getting and generally being miserable.
After Mom died... well, it was just Dad and me, and Dad wasn't a fan of either cooking or going all out for holidays or reminders of better times, so Thanksgiving was officially off the menu for us. Since I was missing Mom but didn't miss having to get dressed up to get poked and prodded by people I barely knew, this didn't seem that bad a compromise to me.
Then Tori had to start inviting me to her house.
I couldn't tell you how long Tori and I had known each other since my memory didn't go back that far, but ever since Mom died she'd invite me over to Thanksgiving. Some years I accepted, some years I didn't, and some years for one reason or another there was no invitation, but the thing about Tori and her family was that I knew I was welcome, and with Mom gone and Dad keeping his distance, I appreciated the knowledge that Tori's house was a place where I was always welcome.
While this year wasn't inherently different since I was still definitely welcome, the way my status quo had changed with not just Regan Hills High School, but the McNeil family in particular, made things tricky. The closer I got to Thanksgiving, the more I worried.
What if I did something wrong?
What if I said something wrong?
What if...?
What if.
Playing the "what if" game is a dangerous one even when you've got enough experience to know what to fear, and when you don't it's as direct a path to madness as any.
Thankfully, one of the best ways I've found to avoid playing that game for a while is to find someone even better at commanding your attention and spending as much time with them as humanly possible. Was this why I spent the night before Thanksgiving with Josie Wong? Well, not really, because I didn't need any excuses to want to spend time with Josie Wong, but damn it if she wasn't also an amazing distraction.
"GOD, FUCK ME, RYAN!" she roared as she rode my cock with a ferocity that even now managed to surprise me more often than not. If you were to catch her in passing, you'd think she was nothing more than your typical goth princess, with her pale skin, dark accentuating makeup, numerous tattoos and dour-looking attitude. God knows I never thought about Josie Wong much before this year other than her being one of my classmates, but with the year I had, I was opening up to all sorts of new experiences.
I grabbed Josie by the hips, pulling her in by her thick, jiggling ass and helping her slam her pussy down onto my ten-inch long, thick cock. I don't think there was a single thing about this image that I wouldn't have called perfection.
The way her D-cup tits with the dark brown, thick nipples bounced, the piercing in her left nipple reflecting the dim light of her bedroom.
The way my cock spread open her tight little pussy, and the way her pussy always managed to clamp down so tightly on me (though never as tight as her ass).
The way her face was screwed up in absolute ecstasy, unmindful of the smeared, runny makeup of her normally well-cultivated image and focused solely on her pleasure.
The way she shook and shuddered, her moans warbling ever higher as she prepared for another orgasm. It hadn't been long since I'd had one of my own, filling her ass with my cum, but Josie never ceased to find ways of coaxing even more out of me.
She was, in my eyes, perfection.
I wrapped my arms around her, meaning to roll her over so I could fuck her hard from on top, but she spread her legs just enough to give her stability and prevent me from taking control.
