(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. 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: Has it already been 20 chapters? So it has! Special thanks this chapter go out to all of you, the fans, for keeping this story going and my own enthusiasm high. I know there have been ups and downs, but the vast majority of you have been wonderful, especially a delightful few I've had the opportunity to chat with who I won't name out of discretion but will thank profusely for being kind and encouraging (you know who you are!). As always, 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. Please check out his story, "Brooke's Wild Ride" in Erotic Couplings, as it acts as a canonical side story to Senior Year Memories starring Regan Hills High's favorite blonde cheerleader.)
Previously, on Senior Year Memories: 18-year-old Ryan Collins' quest to do something nice for each of the nineteen women he's had sex with this senior year got off to a quick start as he aimed to help the women of the McNeil family first. Ryan helped his former best friend, Tori McNeil, with the assistance of sexy gamer Izzy Barnes and Tori's girlfriend April Martel, ensuring that Tori was both protected in online games and in her heart. Next, Ryan helped out Tori's mother, Lauren, by breaking up her husband's affair with his protégé, Kelly van Houten, by giving Kelly the fucking she desperately needed. Finally, with Lauren's husband now apologizing and pledging his devotion to her, Ryan was able to coax her into reconciling with her reformed hellraiser daughter, Rachel. With the McNeils checked off his list, who will Ryan help next?
Names Remaining on Ryan's Christmas List: Addison, Brooke, Haley, Hope, Jade, Josie, Kaitlyn, Mallory, Marie, Mrs. Lynn, Mrs. Sullivan, Nadia, Noa, Rose, Sarah, Sophie
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I hated lying to people, and after a lot of the problems I'd had at the earlier end of this year, I'd vowed not to lie anymore. I had to amend that because not lying at all is an unreasonable expectation and sometimes a little lie is a necessary survival mechanism, but big lies were something I meant to avoid at all costs from this point on.
It was the medium lies that were a little trickier to figure out. More often than not they seemed to fall into that category of lies that was bound to get me in trouble, but there were occasions where they were necessary to make the impossible possible.
Take getting Kaitlyn Pruitt and Sarah Kent into the same room, for instance, two girls who probably couldn't have been more different.
Kaitlyn was a popular cheerleader and an utter bitch, even if she had softened greatly in the past few months since I'd gotten to know her better. Utterly gorgeous with long, silky black hair, soft, lightly tanned skin and a body that less talented writers would say had "curves in all the right places", which in this case translated to a magnificent ass and an impressive set of DD-cup tits. Dressed stylishly in expensive jeans and a dark top that showed a lot of cleavage, she only took her eyes off of Sarah's impressed dance to shoot me the occasional smirk of approval. I'd come to appreciate that smirk, ever since she was the one who took my virginity and spread news of my endowment around school in a way that had allowed for an interesting senior year at Regan Hills High. You could say I knew I owed her a lot.
Sarah was, well, everything that Kaitlyn wasn't. Short and blonde and in the school marching band, she was one of the most painfully shy people I'd ever met, usually peeking out from behind her hoodie with bright green eyes further hidden by her horn-rimmed glasses. She was quiet, but had a way about her where she said something only when she really had something to share and had a natural, radiating intelligence. Cut her layers back and she was a sexy little thing with a tight dancer's body, a pair of firm B-cup tits, and a wild side she knew how to hide well. One of Josie's best friends, she first seduced me on Halloween while wearing a mask and it took a month of tracking her down to properly find her and really get to know her and what she wanted out of life.
That I'd had sex with both of these girls this year would've surprised me enough if you told me back in August, but that Kaitlyn and I would be standing together in the small dance studio behind Sarah's house watching her rock out on a stripper pole dressed only in a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra, well, that would've sounded completely insane.
Now, though, hardly anything surprised me.
Kaitlyn, though, was still capable of having her jaw drop.
"Wow," she said, watching Sarah's moves.
"What'd I tell you?" I said.
"Oh, you told me, I just didn't believe it," Kaitlyn admitted. Even with both of us watching her, Sarah was lost to the dance, completely in a world of her own. She'd admitted to me, not long after I found her true identity after Halloween, that her dance teacher mother taught her how to pole dance as a way of building her confidence. Though it didn't do much to make her more outgoing at school, it was impossible to ignore that she was an amazing dancer.
"You gotta stop doubting me," I said.
"I should," Kaitlyn admitted.
"You should," I echoed.
After a moment, Kaitlyn added, "You tell anyone I admitted I was wrong, I'll destroy you."
"Well, we can't have that," I replied.
She poked me in the side. I laughed.
Even though she was the first girl that I had sex with this year, I knew that Kaitlyn wasn't the kind of girl I had any hope of a future with from a romantic perspective, and that was fine for both of us. She was great to have as a friend again, and when we could find time to hook up the sex was amazing. She was slowly becoming less of a bitch at school and more discerning when it came to the kinds of guys she got together with, and miraculously enough was even improving on her history tests after I'd started tutoring her.
I may have started this year with a pretty low opinion of her, but Kaitlyn had made one helluva turnaround.
I just hoped the two of us could help Sarah do the same.
"So," Kaitlyn said. "Do you want me to tell her why we're really here, or should I?"
Here's where that medium lie came back into the picture. I knew I never would've gotten Kaitlyn in the same room with Sarah, let alone see her dance, by telling her the truth, because Sarah would've frozen up and told me she couldn't go through with it. I got around this by telling her that Kaitlyn was interested in taking some pole dancing workout lessons and wanted to see what it'd be like. It wasn't completely untrue, because it sure did look like Kaitlyn was interested in what she saw, but it wasn't the main reason we were here either.
"I'll tell her," I said.
"Because I don't have a problem telling her," Kaitlyn said.
"I'll tell her," I repeated. "Thank you, though."
"Anytime," Kaitlyn said, fist bumping me just as Sarah's song wound down.
