Senior Year Memories Ch 46

(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 Faith Serrano 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: Covering a school assembly for the Puma Press, 18-year-old Ryan Collins witnessed a prank by class clown and drama club member, Doreen Bell. After being charmed by her, Ryan, accompanied by his girlfriend, Brooke King, who was upset with Doreen for pranking the school's baseball team, met with Doreen. Though initially hostile, Brooke too was later charmed by the curvy class clown as well, and the two of them agreed to help Doreen with a prank she was pulling off later in the day. After helping and documenting Doreen as she streaked across the school quad during an event, Ryan, Brooke and Doreen retreated to Brooke's place for a good laugh and a hot, steamy threesome.

***

Of all the people whose paths crossed mine during senior year at Regan Hills High School, Nadia Barclay was easily one of the toughest of them. I don't mean this as an insult or to call her cold or anything like that, no, but as my new friends and acquaintances went, I doubted that you could have found anyone more driven and single-minded than the editor of Regan Hills High's Puma Press. She ran our high school's paper like a well-oiled machine, demanding quality writing and reporting in the hopes of making us the award-winning paper she knew we could be (and, admittedly, gain her some glory as our editor). Sure, it could make her into a cruel taskmaster at times, but I had to admit, it also got results; for as motley a group of writers and photographers and artists as we were, she had whipped us into shape, making sure that we were always operating at peak efficiency and enjoying the fruits of our labors when it was appropriate.

There were plenty of people around school who thought that Nadia was simply incapable of having fun. From experience, I knew that it was a lot more complicated a situation than that. Nadia was the kind of girl who liked to be in control more often than not, but like anyone else, she had her needs and was thoroughly capable of letting her hair down.

Or, as I was intimately familiar with, when she was fucking horny, since she tended to call upon me on those occasions.

"FUCK ME, RYAN, FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME FUCKING SCREAM!!!" Nadia demanded, clearly unaware how loud she already was.

We were in Nadia's bedroom, both of us naked and me rather enjoying pinning her to the bed as I fucked her into submission. From experience, I knew that Nadia was the kind of girl who really enjoyed being thrown around and being taken. It probably came from her being such a control freak the rest of the time, but whatever the reason, I was fucking enjoying having every inch of my thick, ten-inch erection buried deep inside her tight cunt as I pounded into her.

I looked down at Nadia, taking in the beautiful black girl beneath me as her pretty, normally somewhat severe face fell to the throes of ecstasy. Her big brown eyes looked up at me hungrily from behind her wire-rimmed glasses, her long and shimmering black hair splayed out on the pillow behind her an utter mess as I fucked her hard. Her toned body felt magical against mine, her tight pussy clenching and milking my cock expertly while I fucked into her, her dark skin making a thoroughly exciting contrast to my own pale complexion. Bouncing beneath me, her firm C-cup breasts looked thoroughly enticing, and I couldn't help but grab and squeeze one of her erect nipples.

"Ah, fuck!" she cried out, her eyes rolling back briefly before she kissed me passionately. "That's *exactly* what I fucking need! Keep going, I'm close... I'm close... I'm so fucking close, please, fuck me!"

"Don't you want to keep it down a little?" I grunted, looking to the bedroom door a little nervously.

Nadia looked up at me, shooting a playfully severe smile before kissing me again. "Are you worried my mom's gonna come home early and hear us? Worried she might get jealous?"

I scowled, but I didn't stop fucking Nadia. I'd had sex with her mother, Mrs. Erika Barclay, many times over the recent Book Club retreat, and while I'd really hoped that this was one of those things that Nadia would never find out, I was also unsurprised that she seemed to instantly know what had happened upon my return. Nadia was a woman who had her sources after all, and there were few things that she didn't know, particularly if said things also happened to be delightfully embarrassing.

"Fuck... never gonna let me live that one down, are you?" I asked.

"Let me think..." Nadia groaned playfully, squeezing my cock particularly hard with her pussy. "Not a chance."

I kissed her with a fiery passion, pinching her nipple exceptionally hard again. "Whatever."

She laughed, that laugh nearly cut off by a wailing moan of pleasure. "'Whatever'? That's all you've got to say to me? No witty banter or stupid pride that you fucked my mom?"

"I'd rather focus on fucking you, all things being equal," I grunted, kissing her again. "And weren't you...?"

"Close?" Nadia groaned, nodding softly. "Yes... almost... almost there, come on, just a little harder, a little faster, yesyesyes, fuck me, fuck me, come on, fuck me, please, fuck me a little harder, a little harder, right there, come on... fuck... fuck... FUCK, oh fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, yeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!"

Wrapping her arms and legs around me tightly, Nadia came deliciously hard, grunting and squirming and squealing as her pussy spasmed and gushed around my cock. Seeing someone as controlled and ordered as Nadia completely losing it like this always struck me as painfully hot, so I couldn't help but slow down for a moment to better take in the sight. Seeing that severe edge to her face disappear as she became her most purely unbothered self... well, I couldn't help but kiss her. I kissed her long and deep, slowing our fuck as she jerked and shook beneath me, her arms and legs holding onto me tightly before finally going limp.

Breathily, she looked up at me with a dreamy, almost loving look in her eye, before kissing me.

"That was ... exhilarating," she purred, kissing the side of my neck and looking up at me with a satisfied grin.

"Seemed like it hit the spot," I replied.

"Oh, you have no idea..." Nadia replied, biting her lip and looking once again so perfectly fuckable.

Smirking, I began to pull my cock back.

"No way..." she said, tightening her heels behind my ass. "I want to get on top... I want to ride you and make you fucking cum... turnabout is fair play."

I grinned. "Well, if you say so..."

Wrapping my arms around her as best I could, I helped roll us over so Nadia was now on top of me. Quickly, she unwrapped her legs from me so she could brace her knees against the bed, better allowing her to ride me. Looking fucking gorgeous, and more than a little satisfied with herself, she dropped forward slightly and braced her hands against my chest. She rode me with a slow, delicious intent, taking her time as she rode up and down on me.

Though I had been expecting faster than this, I could not deny how good it felt to have her ride me so deliberately.

"So... fuck... I wanted to ask you how your assignment with the drama club is progressing... see how things are going with the musical prep..." Nadia groaned, rocking her hips to better allow her pussy to squeeze my cock.

"I thought we weren't talking shop today..." I grunted, reaching up so I could squeeze her swaying tits more properly.

She tossed her head back in a moan, riding me slightly faster. "That was... fuck that feels good... that was the plan, but I changed my mind..."

Playfully, I reached back and swatted her butt. "Way to change your mind."

Nadia, a girl who rather enjoyed her full, round ass, groaned more intently at the loud snap of my hand against her cheek, riding me harder for a moment before she finally slowed back to her deliberate pace again. Her eyes fluttered as she lost herself in pleasure. Then she looked back down at me hungrily.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I doubt I'll remember to ask you after a couple more good cums... I *will* be cumming at least a few more times, right?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied, sliding my hands back up to grab her by the hips and better help guide this fuck.

"Perfect," Nadia replied. "Anyway, I thought that since I likely won't remember to ask you for a status update today once you've properly exhausted me, it seemed most prudent to ask you now. You don't have any objections, do you?"

Honestly, I could have a few objections, most of which involved how good it felt to be buried balls deep in her tight, hot pussy, but I also knew how Nadia operated. Even when she was trying to get lost, there were some things she just couldn't turn off. And, if I'm being honest, there was some sort of strange excitement in talking about work while we did this.

"Bend over slightly? I wanna suck your tits first, then I'll talk," I said.

Nadia obliged me, leaning down and presenting her heaving breasts for my mouth. "I think you're just trying to stall for time, and while I admire the attempt, don't think that means- OH!"

Yeah, I had a pretty talented mouth that even Nadia couldn't really fight against. I sucked at one of her nipples, then switched to the other, nibbling and running my tongue over it playfully. I couldn't help but notice that this did get her to fuck me harder, an action I was all too happy to return as I bucked my hips up against hers.

Letting her nipple pop from my mouth, I explained, "I've already gotten interviews with three out of the four girls trying out for the leading lady role in the play..."

"Why only three out of four?" Nadia asked.

Smacking her playfully on the ass again, I replied, "Because Chloe, Doreen and Zahra *combined* are a lot easier to deal with than Faith."

"You've fought bigger dragons than Faith Serrano," she replied, sitting up fully on my cock so she could reach up and squeeze her tits while she bounced, a thoroughly enticing sight from my view.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I actually *like* dealing with any flavor of dragon, even one as small as Faith Serrano," I continued, then adding. "And from my interactions with her, she's still a formidable dragon."

This might have been a slight exaggeration, but only just. While the three contenders for the leading role of Audrey in our school's spring production of Little Shop of Horrors I had actually interviewed (and had sex with, I'm not gonna lie) Doreen Bell, Zahra Dashti and Chloe Marcus had proven to be utter sweethearts, I didn't get the same vibe off of the fourth contender, Faith Serrano. While the gorgeous Latina had looks that could have stopped any man in his tracks and was probably as formidable a triple threat as she seemed to think she was, there was something about the attitude that she'd shown me in all of our interactions that just set me on edge. She had a bitchiness to her that gave her a considerable edge, and more than that a sense of entitlement that made me feel icky after our few brief conversations. I knew that I couldn't avoid her forever, and that time was running out, but that was not my concern for now.

"You'll find a way to deal with her. You always do," Nadia groaned, pinching her nipples and closing her eyes tightly. "Worst case scenario, you can always whip that cock out and let that do the talking. It's proven *quite* persuasive in the past."

"If it comes to that," I replied.

"It probably will. You know it, I know it, everyone who knows you knows that's likely how things will shake out," she explained, laughing slightly. "Now, since we've talked leading ladies... how are things going on the leading man front?"

Speaking of topics that made me feel icky...

I grabbed Nadia roughly and threw her off of me, making her squeal in surprise. Getting up on my knees on her bed, I flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees, then slid my cock balls deep back into her pussy. This got a particularly loud, excited moan from her, a moan that only got louder when I grabbed her hips and started to give it to her properly.

Sliding my hand up her back, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it, hard, arching her neck upward. I'd been told once never to fuck with a black girl's hair, but knowing how Nadia liked it a little on the rougher side, I'd learned she made an exception in bed.

It also made it more exciting to update her as I continued to fuck her. "Probably going to Micah Burke. I don't want it to, because the guy's a tool, but it probably will."

"Tool or not, you'll have to get an interview with him too if he gets it... part of the assignment... oh, god, keep going like that, you'll make me cum again..." Nadia moaned.

Gripping her hair more tightly, I pulled Nadia back, forcing her to push her hands off the bed so she was on her knees in front of me while I fucked up into her. I wrapped my arms around her, gripping her tits to help hold her up and kissing her passionately. Nadia had always been an enthusiastic kisser, and this moment was no different as fire passed between us.

Breaking the kiss as I slowed my thrusting, I hissed into her ear, "You questioning my journalistic integrity?"

"Considering how much you fuck your interviewees, I really should..." Nadia groaned, reaching down to finger her clit. "...but not in this case. You'll get the interviews?"

"I'll get the interviews with whoever gets the leads..." I replied, quickening my pace again even as I lowered my voice. "...I promise."

She moaned again, craning her neck to kiss me again as I fucked into her. "I believe you. Now promise me something else."

"Anything," I replied.

Rocking her ass back against me, Nadia begged, "Fill me up soon? I fucking need it."

I grinned, kissing her back. "That shouldn't be a problem."

Holding Nadia close while she fingered herself, I fucked up into her swiftly and roughly, my hips a blur as I pushed myself to my limit. Save for our moans and the wet, slapping sounds of our joining, we were close to silent as we pushed ourselves toward that final edge, waiting for our pleasure to spill over as we lost ourselves in the moment and simply exploded.

Considering how long I'd been holding back, it wasn't that much of a surprise when I couldn't restrain myself any longer, burying my cock deep inside of Nadia and cumming violently inside of her. Shot after shot of cum filled her through my final thrusts as pleasure threatened to blind me, my only grounding to Earth holding on to Nadia tightly as I made sure her pussy was filled to the brim with every drop of my cum. Nadia soon came again, bucking and moaning against me as powerful shudders overtook her. Her confident, often low voice was replaced by high, pleased mewls as she shook and jerked against me, before the two of us collapsed on our sides on the bed, breathing heavily.

Of course, with Nadia, there was rarely time to bask in the glow and engage in a little pillow talk, as once she had sufficiently caught her breath, she seemed to find that the perfect time for a pep talk.

"I know you know what you're doing with the drama kids, but I also know how easy it can be to allow yourself to be distracted when you're faced with unpleasant assignments. You've proven yourself able in the past when it came to dealing with complex situations, and I'm hoping you'll show that same ability with this situation," she said, smiling at me pleasantly.

While I was feeling so good in this moment that pep talks felt thoroughly unnecessary, I couldn't help but smile back at her. "Thanks. I won't let you down."

"I know," Nadia replied, kissing me again. "So, let's catch our breaths, then go again?"

Feeling life stir back into my cock, I replied, "Oh, yeah."

As Nadia and I began to make out again, that pep talk seemed like it was miles away, and was soon forgotten as we got into another round of some intense, and rather enjoyable, sex.

Had I known what the next day would bring, I'd have tried harder to hold onto that pep talk a little longer.

***

Of course, like most truly irritating days, the next one didn't seem like a problem when it began. Still riding high from an afternoon of having sex with Nadia (and then a nice follow-up with Josie when I got home), I scored well on a pop quiz and managed to ask some solid questions during a lecture by Mrs. Lynn.

Hanging out at lunchtime with my recently forged "partner in order" Olivia Raine-Goldblum was simply icing on the already quite pleasing cake.

"You're still ingratiating yourself with the drama club with an impressive efficiency," Olivia said, taking a sip from her water bottle.

Like most things the willowy and pale girl with hauntingly black hair said, I could sense a hint of sarcasm and hidden meaning to her words, especially with this one of her favorite conversational topics. This was something I'd simply gotten used to since knowing her, and rather come to enjoy.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I replied, smirking.

"I never *said* anything to that effect," she said, a finger chidingly. "I might have implied it, but I never said it, and any perception of negativity is simply your own projection of what you perceive my personality to be. I merely noted that you've been... *impressive* lately."

Nodding, I said, "Well, I'm not the only one. She's playing it pretty coy about what actually happened with the two of you, but Josie seems impressed with whatever went down between you guys, and she's not easily impressed."

Olivia reached up to move a lock of her black, shoulder-length hair to the side, and though she was smiling it still seemed like she would have hidden behind her bangs were it possible.

"We had a good time," she replied coyly.

Though she usually hid away behind a hoodie and other techniques to make sure she wasn't noticed, I could tell that the 5'9" Olivia had a wild side and a nice body for a girl as slender as her. Her jeans were usually tight and gave away enough hints of her modest hips to catch my attention, while her lips had just enough pout to make it difficult to look away from. While a smile from her was rare, I'd seen enough hints to know that she had a darkly mischievous side that I deeply hoped to see one of these days.

"Yeah, well there's good times, and *good* times, and the way Josie was smiling afterward, I'd say you had one of the latter," I teased.

"Jealous that I might steal one of your girlfriends away from you?" Olivia teased back.

"Hardly," I replied. "We all know that what we've got together is good, and that we're all fucking around with other people. So long as everyone's cool with it, it's all good."

She shook her head, confused but fascinated. "Not sure how the four of you manage this. I mean, yeah, the sex part I get, but the rest of that... sounds intense."