(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: I hope you are all healthy and happy and responsible and doing well in quarantineland out there; it's rough going these days, but at least we have the wide, wonderful world of erotica to help distract from time to time. I hope this brings some joy into your world, if just for a little while. On top of everything else, I want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author and SYM reader Lil_kitty for many excellent ideas and acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter, and for letting me know what did and didn't work; if you get a chance, please check out her work and drop some stars if you enjoyed, she writes some very hot and fun stories. Thank you very much! And, oh yeah, fair warning, for those of you who complain about there being too many girls with gifted chests in Senior Year Memories? Yeah, you'll probably not like this chapter.)
Previously, on Senior Year Memories: After a busy and confusing January, 18-year-old Ryan Collins and bubbly cheerleader Brooke King admitted their love for each other. This became a problem when Ryan's girlfriend, the goth princess Josie Wong, returned from a long family trip to find out what had happened. Instead of a fight, the three of them sat down for a nice long conversation and agreed to give a polyamorous relationship a try, celebrating this new arrangement quite naturally with some hot sex. While letting Josie and Brooke get to know each other better, Ryan and his neighbor/regular flirt, Alice Talbot, finally consummated their long-simmering sexual tension, before things got down and dirty with all four of them. With a new status quo having been established, it's a brand new year for Ryan Collins...
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I'm not an expert on the subject, but I've seen enough 90s comedies to know that if you see a character striding down a hall with "Walkin' on Sunshine" or "I Feel Good" (or if they're feeling like a played-out, retro reference, "Stayin' Alive") playing in the background, something really good happened to them. They got the girl, they won the big game, maybe they just got a new car, but whatever happened they feel the need to strut and let the whole world know that they're a brand-new person who's got every reason to strut.
I may not have had music that corny, but going back to school after the weekend where Josie, Brooke and I had decided to forge a polyamorous relationship, I definitely had that spring in my step.
Dad noticed it, actually looking up from the repairs he was making to his kiln as I walked out the door. He didn't say anything, as he so rarely did, but he definitely shot me a proud smile.
Alice definitely noticed it on our bike ride on the way to school, though to be fair she was there for the foursome we'd decided to celebrate the new arrangement with, so she didn't have to guess at much.
It was walking in to school, though, where I felt like a fucking god.
I started my senior year as a sexless, nearly friendless nerd.
By late January, I had friends, all the sex an army of men could want, and two girlfriends I was in love with, with all three of us in an understanding and loving polyamorous relationship. There had been a lot of fear and worry at first when I realized I was in love with both Brooke and Josie, but now that we'd sorted things out and they were not only cool with this arrangement, but each other...
Yeah, I felt like a fucking god, and I may have let it show a little. I walked with a sublime confidence, no longer fearing school as I so often had before and feeling, well, a little like one of those popular kids I'd envied so much back in the day. I mean, I still viewed myself as unpopular, I was still a nerd at heart and it was difficult to shake a lot of those old perceptions of myself, but I couldn't argue with how things had changed, either.
Old Ryan wouldn't have a group of big-titted cheerleaders as hot as Addison Gonzalez, Gwen Savage and Haley Campbell look at him like they were about to swoon.
Old Ryan wouldn't have gotten a high five from popular football player Peter Nixon as he walked down the hall.
Old Ryan wouldn't have gotten a lusty look from his hot history teacher, Mrs. Lynn, one that held equal parts want and promise for what would come.
Old Ryan was gone, and New Ryan was here to stay. All hail New Ryan.
Well, okay, I felt like hailing New Ryan, at least. I didn't ask for worship, I didn't want worship, but I was loving the attention and even more how I felt about myself. I didn't think I'd ever felt this good being me, which for the life I'd lead before where self-esteem was an improbable concept was a welcome change.
I loved waking up every day. I loved life. I loved my girlfriends. I loved *me*.
What a difference a few months could make.
Speaking of...
"Hi, Ryan!"
The voice was perky, and friendly, and thoroughly welcome in my current mood.
"Hello, Brianna," I said, turning to face the unusually hot Brianna Roth.
At 5'4", 18-year-old Brianna may have been short and quite fit, but she had some insane curves that seemed to exist in pure defiance of her frame. Her F-cup tits strained any top, and her matching ass was suitably epic (and having already had a delightful encounter with her twin sister Mia back in December, I knew that every inch of her was as mouth-watering as it looked). With dirty-blonde hair, tanned skin, sultry brown eyes and a pair of the fullest, most delicious-looking lips around, she looked like walking sex. I'd thought this for a long time, and her reputation as one of the biggest flirts at Regan Hills High School did little to dissuade me from this thought.
As usual, it took a nice conversation to make me realize there was more to her than met the eye, and that I'd judged a really nice girl too hastily. Lewdly dressed and utterly luscious, she'd caught up to me and propositioned me the Friday before, a tempting offer usually had I not needed to make an urgent run to the Puma Press offices. We'd gotten to chatting a little, though, and I got to understand that she was a kind person who liked to have fun, but was looking for a guy who could treat her decently instead of the jerks who usually came after a girl like her. That a girl like her could so plainly admit that to a guy like me was something I hadn't expected, and was something I meant to address over the weekend.
Of course, it's difficult to remember to text someone when you're having marathon sex with Josie Wong, Brooke King, and Alice Talbot for most of the weekend. She'd texted me a couple times, and I meant to get back to her, but whenever I thought about doing it one of the others distracted me easily, and... well, you know how it goes.
I meant to fix that now.
"You're looking in a good mood today," she said, smiling at me prettily.
"Probably because I am in a good mood today. You're looking gorgeous, as always," I said.
Brianna smiled at me, maybe even blushing a little. I knew it was a line she'd heard more times than she could count from probably more guys than she could count, but I hoped my sincerity counted for something. She was looking good today, even if her outfit wasn't nearly as lewd as the one she'd worn on Friday. With a comfortable, knee-length skirt, blue top, light button up sweater and a hairband holding her shoulder-length hair back, she looked well within the school's dress code and still stunning.
"That was smoother than I expected," she said.
"Like I said, I'm in a good mood today," I replied.
"Send some of that good mood my way when you get a sec?" Brianna teased.
