(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 the ongoing plots.)
(Author's Note: As always, I want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author Lil_kitty for her excellent work as my editor 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.)
Previously, on Senior Year Memories: On Valentine's Day night and after a long day of pleasuring the women of Regan Hills, 18-year-old Ryan Collins went to a nearby motel for a surprise by his girlfriends, Josie Wong and Brooke King. While they weren't there, he was truly surprised by the sight of his older friend and confidante, Rachel McNeil, waiting for him. Having not seen her in person since she left town after the disaster on Thanksgiving, the two had some serious, rough sex, and admitted their love for one another. The party only continued after Josie and Brooke arrived, having a hardcore foursome, including Josie getting fisted. Parting with Rachel on good terms and with one of his girlfriends on each arm, Ryan is ready to see where the remainder of the month takes him.
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Valentine's Day was exhausting. God love Josie, Brooke and Rachel, but they completely and utterly fucked whatever energy I had out of me after an already exhausting day. It didn't surprise me that I slept until past noon on the day after, and thankfully my girlfriends were so worn out that they weren't up for much other than kicking back and relaxing for the day. Getting a chance to recharge, watch some movies, and even get in a little homework time... that was needed. And welcome. It was good to get a chance for the three of us to just hang out and be, well, with each other, and it was an excellent chaser to Valentine's Day itself.
The weekend, however, could not last forever, and on Monday it was back to school. I may not have had quite a spring in my step while I still recovered from the tail end of Valentine's Day, but I was feeling hale and hearty and almost ready to face the world when I got to school.
Then I saw the text.
The damned text.
The text I wanted to see almost more than anything, yet once I had it, seized me with terror.
TORI: Can we talk? After school, bleachers by the baseball field.
So, yeah, that took a bit of the air out of what had started out as a pretty alright day. I knew this was a possibility, of course; after several months of a shattered friendship, and a slow crawl back toward amicability, I'd thought that dropping an olive branch off at my former best friend, Tori McNeil's, house on Valentine's Day would be a path toward returning our friendship to normal. Of course, it could never be *normal* normal, not after I'd had sex with her, her mom *and* her sister, but I was hopeful that something could be rebuilt from the ashes.
Now that Tori wanted to actually talk, however... yeah, things felt tenser than I had expected.
And so, while it was lunchtime at school, I might have stood around looking a bit stupid while I watched our 18-year-old senior class president, Indian beauty Sabrina Singh, taking down Valentine's decorations from one of the halls near the cafeteria. She did this without help save for a step ladder, even though there had to be people whose responsibility this fell under, and while she may have looked like one of the loneliest people in the world, by the smile she had on her weary face, I wasn't going to bet that she had any problem doing what she was doing.
Sabrina always had an eye toward the future, and she wanted all of us to look toward it as well. Looking at her was a constant reminder that there were more months behind us than ahead of us this year... and while I had some ideas of what I'd like my future to hold, there was still a lot about it that felt vaguely terrifying to me.
"The older I get, the more I think about holidays," I said as I watched the decorations come down.
"Well, that's random as hell," my companion replied.
I looked at her, trying to put my jumbled thoughts together toward considering the future. "I swear, I've got a point... at least I think I do. We spend so long waiting for them to come up, making our reservations, buying all of our preparations, and once they come, they're over in the blink of an eye. Oh, sure, if we plan and execute them well, we have some pretty great times, but once they're no longer in the future and those pieces of fun are behind us, all we have left are..."
I couldn't think of the right word. Fortunately, my companion could.
"...memories?" Leah Sartori suggested.
I looked at the pretty, dark-haired Wiccan and grinned. "Something like that."
Leah and I had taken to wandering for a few minutes every so often during our lunch periods to take in the seasonal changes at school, at first ostensibly for our school's paper, the Puma Press, which we both worked on, but later just because we enjoyed each other's company.
"That's one of those constants about time; it keeps ticking, whether we want it to or not. Maybe someone around here with a better understanding of the sciences than myself can explain all the ways I'm wrong, but until then, yeah, I get you," Leah nodded, running a hand briefly over one of her multiple necklaces. I eyed her, perhaps a little lustfully, remembering how she looked under the eclectically patched dress she wore today. It was enough to give me a very pleasant shiver, remembering that night we had together making magic.
We slowly wandered down the hallway, passing close to Sabrina as she removed a number of pink paper hearts from above a doorway. I was tempted to offer my help, but knowing Sabrina, I doubted she would have accepted. She was a determined girl, and there was little you could do to stop her once she put her mind to something.
Even so, when we passed, she looked at me, briefly, her smile curling slightly more as she nodded silently at me. It was a weary smile, but a genuine one, and one I found easy to return to her. We could all use a little cheer in the world, especially those who worked their asses off as much as Sabrina did.
The moment was fleeting, however, as Leah and I continued down the hall.
"You have a good Valentine's? That spell we did, it had to help things out, right?" I asked Leah, turning back to look at her.
Leah smirked at me, knowingly. "I had my fun."
"You had your fun?" I teased. "That's all I'm gonna get?"
"For now..." she said, coyly. "But you can probably get it out of me if you ask nicely enough. I probably don't have to ask if you had a good one, but did you?"
I shifted a little uncomfortably from side to side, tempted to laugh. "It was a little... crazy. Maybe more than a little. Out of pure curiosity, there's no way to, you know, dial back the spell just a little bit? I'm beginning to wonder if we might have made it too powerful, and, you know, I just want to make sure everything's safe."
Leah laughed. "Your safety isn't in question; like I said, I'm a good witch. But as for dialing back the intensity... yeah, that won't happen. We made it strong on purpose."
"Oh, I know," I said, grinning. "I'm just hoping to make it to the end of the month alive."
"Somehow, I think you'll survive," she said, not even pretending to hide her amusement.
I probably earned that, since, well, I was complaining about a life that many guys would kill to have.
