(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: For this chapter, I want to thank all the fans who helped vote on and design the star of this chapter, Katie Park, as the newest SYM Girl. 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: After some initial worries about how it would affect their newfound reconciliation, 18-year-old Ryan Collins joined his best friend, Tori McNeil, on a double date at the local mall. Although there was tension in the air, the two continued to make up well, while Ryan's girlfriends, Josie Wong and Brooke King, and Tori's girlfriend, April Martel, got along splendidly. As the date wound down, Brooke called upon Ryan's help to aid one of her cheerleading friends, Kitty Stein, in helping cheer up her best friend, fellow cheerleader Riley Richardson, who is recovering from a bad breakup around Valentine's. Ryan is all too eager to help the pair of ultra-petite cheerleaders, first with kindness and then with the power of mind-blowing sex, as he sees February coming to a close.
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I know by now that if you've read this far, you'd probably think that any time I used the phrase "study group", what I actually meant was "sex", and I'll admit that that's not all that far from the truth. A lot of study sessions had broken down into sex with the girls I was studying with pretty quickly without much of any actual study actually occurring, which, while fun, occasionally had the side effect of threatening my GPA.
With February rolling to a close, and finals coming ever closer, actual study groups were becoming more and more important with every passing day.
Even if not all the people I studied with might not have always agreed.
"This is fucking bullshit!" Mia Roth bemoaned, dropping her science notebook on the floor and angrily rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I'm never gonna get this!"
Four of us lounged around the modest bedroom of Sarah Kent surrounded by books, laptops, tablets and notebooks, with Mia sitting at the foot of the bed with her head in her hands. The busty, tattooed and pink-haired emo musician tried to keep her usual mask of anger intact, but it was impossible not to notice the fear sneaking through too.
This wasn't the first time I'd seen the pressure of senior year coming to a close getting to someone, and I knew it wouldn't be the last.
Pushing away from her desk, Sarah swiveled on her chair to face her friend. "Only some of it's bullshit, and you are gonna get this, Mia... you just gotta breathe. Relax. Take a step back and maybe punch something. Just nothing in here, alright? I like my stuff."
The sweet, tiny girl with the wavy blonde hair pushed her horn-rimmed glasses up her nose and smiled comfortingly. As with anyone who had Sarah flash such a warm smile at them, Mia was given some ease.
"It just feels like I'm not getting it... like my head is a sponge that's already full of water, and if I want to put anything new in there, I have to squeeze out whatever else is in there, and that's what fucking sucks," Mia bemoaned.
Sprawled out on the bed in her best black tank top and short leather skirt, my beautiful, goth girlfriend, Josie Wong, silently slid over to her friend and began massaging Mia's shoulders.
"That helping?" Josie asked.
Groaning softly, Mia answered, "It's not hurting."
"Good," Josie replied, looking at me for backup. While I'm sure that she would have probably wanted me there stuffing Mia's holes as a way of distracting her away from her study despair, I was, at this point anyway, actually trying to find some semblance of keeping it in my pants for the sake of keeping us on task.
I took off my own glasses, rubbing the bridge of my nose briefly before replacing them. "We've been going at this hard for a while; maybe it's time for a study break?"
"Who doesn't like a good study break?" Sarah said, standing up and stretching, her tight t-shirt riding up her even tighter abs. "Stretch it out, clear the mind for a few minutes, then we can come back and attack these science books like we mean it!"
"I already meant it the first time around," Mia said miserably, looking up at her friend. "And are you really pulling this cheerleader bull on me?"
"You betcha!" Sarah said, easily kicking up her leg and catching it in a way that she seemed to be doing a standing split.
"I think I might've liked you more when you were a morose band geek, before you sold out and became a cheer whore," Mia said, tilting her head up to show a playful smirk.
Not letting her friend phase her in the slightest, Sarah let her leg down and looked to Josie. "You wouldn't be the first to say that."
"Hey, don't look at me," Josie said.
Turning my attention to Mia, I asked her, "And who are you calling a sellout? The way I hear-tell it, you've been asked to play with the band in the spring musical, and might have already signed on?"
Mia looked to me, a look of worried surprise crossing her face, while Josie and Sarah looked on with greater amusement.
"Reaaaaallllly?" Josie asked, surprise and a need for good-natured teasing bursting from her face. "You're throwing your lot in with the drama kids?"
"Not yet!" Mia nearly shouted, defensive. "Nothing's set in stone, yet, because they won't even know what show they're doing 'til the last minute... and how the fuck did you find out about that, Ryan?"
I straightened myself up self-importantly. "A good reporter never reveals their sources."
And by this, I mean that while screwing around with my "apprentice" Jennifer Cage the other day, she shared this (and some other rumors) with me that she'd heard from cheerleader Cleo Price (who Jennifer was also screwing around with), who'd heard it from a guy from the track team she was fucking, who heard it from a guy he was fucking in the drama club.
"You'll get a chance to play with the band in front of an audience? That's kind of huge!" Sarah said excitedly, dropping down to the floor to sit next to Mia.
"Like I said," Mia intoned, dropping her voice to almost a threat. "Nothing's been set in stone yet. The way things are going, there might not even be a show... I was just asked if I *might* do this, and I didn't say no, okay?"
"Huh," Josie asked, turning to look at me. "I know you've got your sources in Drama; you know anything about this?"
I licked my lips, not sure if I had to tell everyone that my "source" in Drama was basically Mrs. Wanda Harker, the drama teacher I was fucking, and some rumors I'd heard, but I thought it worth the time to share what I knew.
