(Usual Disclaimer Time: 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 (often in regards to a character's proportions), please remember it's all in good fun.)
Author's Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. Spring Break Memories is a much-requested spin-off miniseries from my long-running Senior Year Memories, taking place between chapters 50 and 51 of that tale. All of you who have read that far in the story will hopefully enjoy the continuation of various storylines and returning characters, but as for the rest of you, I want to let you know now that it is NOT necessary to be a Senior Year Memories expert to enjoy this story. I'm doing my best to write it as both a continuation, and a story that will stand on its own for the reading pleasure of those who might not want to go through all 50+ chapters of the main series. I like to keep things light, fun, thoroughly cliched and more than a little unrealistic, so I hope you all enjoy!
Further, I would like to thank the readers whose votes helped determine some of the action of this story and picked the majority of the girls who would make appearances in it, including the leading lady of this chapter, Ryan's busty, redheaded best friend, 18-year-old Tori McNeil; you guys are, as ever, the best!)
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It was probably the understatement of my high school career to say that my best friend, 18-year-old Tori McNeil, and I had had a somewhat tumultuous senior year. Between some back and forth lying that had us both questioning certain elements of our friendship in the earliest months, to having sex at Homecoming that had led to an ill-received declaration of love from me to her, to some poor decision-making on my part that had led to me having sex with both Tori's mother and then her much-hated older sister, Rachel, at different points throughout November... yeah, you could say the blowup and falling out we had at Thanksgiving was one of those things that was bound to happen in one way, shape or form.
I'd thought that to be the end of everything, that this wasn't one of those "time heals all wounds" kinds of conflicts and that our years-long friendship was now at an end... but like with so many things I thought I understood, I was dead wrong about this one. As it turned out, we both missed each other enough, and Tori was getting prodded enough by her new girlfriend, 18-year-old April Martel, that after a few months of silence between us, we managed a reconciliation. Things weren't *exactly* as they used to be, and how could they be after everything we'd gone through, but I had my best friend, my longest-running partner in crime, *back*, and I gotta say... it felt good.
Really *fucking* good.
There were still a few things that we were figuring out, but the fact remained that we were figuring them out and not just sitting and stewing and wondering what the fuck was going on between us, and when we worked them out... well, we actually communicated with each other now. No more secrets, no more holding back, we kept ourselves open to each other and were getting stronger as friends every day.
Of course, once we reconnected, the matter of sex had to come up. We were both horny people who'd once enjoyed having sex with each other, after all, and we both lived in the horniest fucking small town in America; the question of sex *had* to be addressed at some point. At first, it seemed like it was one of those things that would be off the table ever since she started dating April, as she was not only Tori's first real steady girlfriend, but they had a sort of monogamy thing going on. Considering all the fun I'd been having this year, I had absolutely no problem with this development, as I was hardly hurting for sex. As time went on, however, that issue became a little more complex, as while April was a lesbian, Tori was quite fully bisexual, with a distinct desire for women and men in equal measure... and apparently, as the two of them had become more comfortable in their relationship, April had encouraged Tori to scratch her itch for cock with a guy she trusted, and lucky me, I just happened to be that guy.
We had done a little fooling around since figuring this out, but nothing all that elaborate or over the top like both of us were capable of, but all in all, this was something that was fine by me. Having Tori as my best friend again, *and* occasionally having some fun, casual sex with her? I really didn't see how things could get a whole lot better than that.
And then, of course, came Spring Break. Over the first few days, I'd already had my share of scattered adventures with Haley, Olivia and Sabrina, and when Tori said she'd like to have me over for a day, I thought it might be a little bit more of the same-old, same-old kind of fun that had become more of a normal occurrence between us, and that was something I was all for.
When she explained what she *really* wanted me there for, however... well, you could say that I was intrigued... intrigued, and more than a little intimidated.
Still, if it meant spending a day of my Spring Break with Tori McNeil... yeah, I could live with a little intimidation.
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I knew that going over to Tori's house, I could've gone casual... nothing about the McNeil's house had ever been all that formal in the years that I'd been going over there, and while that had led to a fair bit of trouble over the course of senior year, it had also led to a fair bit of fun. Given the occasion that I was invited over for, however, I couldn't help but dress a little more formal. I wore a collared, button-up shirt and a nice pair of khakis, and even managed to tame my hair with the help of some light gel and a hairbrush. Hell, I even got a couple small bouquets of flowers from the store on my way over, nothing terribly fancy to be sure, but looking nice enough all the same.
I approached the familiar suburban house on my bicycle with a certain excitement, not entirely sure how this day was going to go, but knowing that it would be a new kind of adventure... I just hoped I could make it the kind of fun that was expected.
Still, I parked my bike by the front door, and with a hand that only slightly shook, I rang the doorbell.
Only a few seconds passed before I heard the door unlock, and was greeted by the most welcome sight in the world.
"You're here!" Tori exclaimed, her smile broadening widely. "Oh, for fuck's sake, am I glad you're here!"
As ever, the sight of my redheaded best friend brought a similar smile to my face. Seeing her, all 5'5" of pale redheaded beauty, her lively freckled face surrounded by wild red curls, that mischievous smile that could get you into a lot of trouble if you let it (and believe me, the two of us had found our fair share of trouble over the years), and that body... yeah, I'd be lying if I said that the sight of Tori always made me drool a little. Her full, round, D-cup breasts were barely restrained today in a tie-dyed tank top (one she clearly wore no bra beneath), while her sweet, curvy ass was straining the limits of a nearly non-existent pair of cutoff jeans today. Her bare legs looked exceptionally creamy when I looked down, and my mind lingered on what it might feel like to have them wrapped around me again.
I shivered lightly at the sight of her, then held out the flowers.
"Going fancy today, are we?" Tori asked, amused as she took the bouquets from me. "Well, that's certainly new... come on in, we've been expecting you."
"Well, I didn't want to make a bad impression," I explained, stepping inside after Tori, sitting down in a chair by the front door so I could take my shoes and socks off. "And I *do* want to make a good impression."
"You've met April before; you don't have to make a good impression on her," she replied, smiling as she looked at the flowers. "She *likes* you, and *I* like you... and nothing else really matters beyond that. The flowers are pretty, though."
