(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 many ongoing plots.)
(Author's Note: I want to thank everyone whose votes selected Doreen Bell as this chapter's SYM Girl, as well as determined some of the other action in this chapter. 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: Still embedded with the Drama Club to write up a profile for the school paper, 18-year-old Ryan Collins has still found himself at the unexpected center of drama, as his sexual exploits with several of the girls in the club have gotten him attention both wanted and unwanted. While condescending triple threat Micah Burke has taken to threatening Ryan directly for invading his "territory", the awkward blonde overachiever (and contender for the lead role in the spring musical) Chloe Marcus approached him with a unique offer. As she felt she had missed out on some of the Regan Hills High adventures her friends had had, she requested Ryan's aid in helping her lose her virginity. While cautious at first, Ryan eventually took up her offer, and he and Chloe had a good time checking off items from her sexual checklist. While the drama girls have proven their promise of being a bit crazy for Ryan, he remains optimistic of the fun ahead with them...
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When three out of four years of high school had been absolute misery, it wasn't exactly easy for me to get enthused for any occasion where school spirit was important, even when that fourth year was going pretty well. That wouldn't stop those school spirit events from coming, however, and even my embedded assignment with the school's drama club couldn't get me out of having to report on one of Regan Hills High School's "It's Almost the End of the School Year, So We're Calling This Week Sprit Week! Remember Your Puma Pride, or Else!" assemblies.
At least today's extended spirit activities meant we would be getting out of class early so we could spend some of our end of day time rah-rahing it for the school, which made some of this assembly tolerable.
As school assemblies went... well, it was a school spirit assembly. There were speeches from Principal Carpenter and some of our teachers, trying to hype us up for the next few months (no doubt to try and make sure we were focused for standardized testing), with some interludes from our school's barely winning athletic teams, the cheerleaders and color guard, and our school mascot, Petey Puma.
Most of this was pretty standard stuff, but mixed into this was a lot of talk aimed directly at us seniors, asking us to focus on those most dreaded of words: the future. The future was coming for us, after all, and in no time at all we'd have to consider things like college and jobs, things that would make the fun (or lack of fun) we were having now feel inconsequential in the grander scheme of things. Over the course of this year, I had finally come to enjoy the concept of living in the moment and actually rather liked my life at Regan Hills High School, enough that the future felt not only daunting, but almost unwanted. I knew I had to get my application to the local community college out soon, and that I should be looking for a summer job... but why should I worry about that when I was living my life?
No, I wasn't ready to linger on the future today, especially when I had adequate distractions already. Realistically, I probably should have been taking notes from my spot in the poorly populated back of the auditorium, but aside from the cheerleaders and color guard girls, who I would watch do pretty much anything, little held my interest enough for me to actually take any notes.
The fact that I was in the middle of an amazing fucking blowjob certainly didn't hurt matters either.
Now, I swear, when I first got out of class to cover the assembly for the Puma Press, I did so with the best of intentions, even if those best intentions mostly involved a vow to take the most perfunctory of notes so I could get a paragraph or two to my editor, Nadia, that would please her enough to let me get back to my embedded story with the school's drama club, since things had recently gotten pretty juicy there. I'd taken a seat near the empty rear of the auditorium to get a good enough view, and had busted out my notebook and everything with the intention of covering the story.
Those plans changed quickly when another late arrival, 18-year-old Sophie Cusack, sat down next to me and made paying attention next to impossible.
Sophie was one of the more unique girls who'd crossed my path this senior year, a fairly conservative and religious girl whom I'd met in a fairly antagonistic capacity during the Halloween season. At a glance, she hadn't been much to look at, a pretty 5'2" girl with pale skin, light blue eyes and a pale, expressive face, even if much of the time the expression on her full lips was smug superiority. With long, dirty blonde hair that was usually tied back in a ponytail, she tended to dress in conservative sweaters and skirts and always made sure you couldn't ignore the small gold cross hanging around her neck. She'd looked wholesome, yet showed a bitchy, conniving side as she tried to get people to boycott the school's Halloween carnival.
A little hot sex had a way of changing that, and I'd come to know the girl quite well as a sensitive and thoughtful artist, as well as an absolute freak in bed with enormous tits and an ass to match. I'd been there the moment she'd lost her virginity, and though our encounters since had been fairly limited, they had always been memorable, with Sophie only getting more enthusiastic and even freakier since we'd first met.
Sophie had found me quickly in the darkness of the auditorium, sitting down next to me and smiling that pretty, no longer smugly superior smile that I loved to see from her. We might have exchanged a few pleasantries before things got down to it, but with a confident look she looked around to see if we were being watched. Satisfied that we were at least somewhat isolated, she asked a question with one of the most obvious answers in the world.
"So, Ryan... would you like a blowjob?"
And, yeah, I might have been at least a little worried about being caught, but at the same time there was no way I was going to give up a blowjob from Sophie fucking Cusack.
So, that was how I wound up in my auditorium chair, my pants unzipped and Sophie's head in my lap as she deepthroated the entire length of my thick, ten-inch-long cock. As ever, she was enthusiastic, with her full lips and energetic tongue doing remarkable work at pleasuring me, while managing to keep her slurping sounds to a minimum. With one hand in her hair and the other gripping the armrest next to me, it was difficult not to moan out loud and give us away. It was a Herculean task, and one that I was barely managing, as it took everything I had not to become a grunting beast and drag Sophie out the back of the auditorium so I could throw her up against a wall, bunch her skirt up around her waist and fuck her into oblivion.
Looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, she could clearly tell my distress and seemed to take no small amount of joy from it, only slowing her pace teasingly as she came to the top of my cock, sucking the head and swirling her tongue around it. Sophie had become one hell of a tease since I first took her virginity back in October, and there was no way I couldn't blame some of this newfound skill of hers on having introduced her to Rose Ferris back in December. I knew the two of them would be thick as thieves with their mutual artistic temperaments, and knowing their tastes I was reasonably certain that sex between the two of them was on the table.
I just hadn't expected Sophie to pick up quite so many tips so quickly.
Of course, I had a fair bit of experience of my own, and I knew how to use it to get what we both wanted.
Looking down into her eyes, I gripped her hair firmly and began to use it for leverage, fucking her face in a quicker, more deliberate fashion as I sort of used her. I knew that Sophie liked it rough and hard, and once I took over like this, well, I could see her own self-restraint tested in her eyes, as she no doubt would have wanted to moan lustfully around my cock. Fuck, there was so much that I wanted to do to her right now, but sneaking away wasn't an option, and there was a certain thrill to being blown semi-publicly like this.
