(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, please remember it's all in good fun.)
(Author's Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. This is a spin-off story from my main series, Senior Year Memories, featuring two of my most popular and frequently requested characters, insanely busty religious girl, Sophie Cusack, and the gorgeous hipster, Rose Ferris. While it takes place in the same universe and will often reference characters or concepts from it, being a Senior Year Memories expert is NOT required to enjoy this story; I'm trying to make it its own fun thing and aim to provide all appropriate context. So, while it will be familiar to longtime readers, it is meant to be accessible to newcomers as well. This one also has a bit of a slower start than usual, as it ballooned into something altogether bigger than I originally intended, but at the end of the day, I think it's a lot of fun, and I hope you do too.
Further, I want to congratulate my reader JF for suggesting the name of the male lead (which I drew out of a hat, among other suggestions). 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.)
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On a cool late January night in the foyer of a nice suburban home in the town of Regan Hills, California, 18-year-old Sophie Cusack found herself worried by two things, even though tonight was a night she'd rather not worry about even a single thing.
The first involving the insistent pings of texts vibrating her phone in her purse, from a very good-looking, very kind, and at this moment, very insistent boy by the name of Von Everett who couldn't have had worse timing.
The second was getting her parents out the door in time.
Patiently, she watched as her father adjusted the suit jacket that was almost a size too small for his massive, muscular frame, while her mother readjusted her overly large earrings and did everything she could to look like a good 1950s housewife. A pair of uptight, conservative parents more used to church functions than a night on the town, they weren't terribly accustomed to leaving the house at night and managed to make an exceptionally drawn-out process of leaving.
Truthfully, Sophie would have liked it if they'd gotten on with it already, but she wasn't going to let them see any agitation in her, lest they find some reason to think she was up to something.
Mostly because, well unlike the uptight religious girl she was at the beginning of her senior year, now she actually *was* up to something that her parents would consider very naughty indeed.
Again, her phone vibrated insistently in her purse, intensely enough that Sophie worried that her parents might have heard. It was true that they liked Von (though truthfully not nearly as much as *she* liked the handsome, black young man she'd met through her church groups), but they very much liked snooping in her life, and the more questions they asked, the less likely they were to get out the door in a timely manner. She was annoyed intensely with this boy, much as she might have had a little crush on him, and silently prayed that her parents wouldn't notice a thing.
Thankfully, they were too busy to truly catch wind of much beyond their own issues.
"Now you are absolutely certain you would rather stay here tonight? You know there is plenty of room at your aunt's house with your sisters and brother, and I'm sure they'll miss you so," her father said as he gave up on the jacket and set about attempting to straighten his tie instead.
Guilt trips were nothing new to Sophie, so she easily deflected.
"I'm certain, Daddy," she said, smiling pleasantly as she toyed with the small gold cross hanging around her neck. "This project is very important and due *very* soon, and the peace and quiet afforded here compared to what that house will be like later this evening will be most helpful to its completion."
He chuckled softly, looking for a new line of attack, and when he found none that he was certain could dissuade her, took a different angle, "And I'm not going to have to worry about you inviting any *boys* over or anything like that, am I, sweetheart?"
Ever since she had stopped wearing her purity ring back in October, her father had taken to this line of "joking", though she knew it to be more a collection of lightly hidden accusations. Sophie had been able to deflect all of them so far, but it didn't stop his "jokes" or her mother's increasingly common humphing whenever Sophie did anything she might not 100% approve of. It was trying, especially when some of her younger siblings had started to get in on the joking about what she had to be up to in her free time (even if they had no idea yet what any of that might be), but Sophie knew that between her love of God and the new side of herself she had discovered these past few months, that she had strength more than anyone around her could ever truly understand.
Not that it didn't occasionally make her want to bring a boy into her life sometimes, if just to annoy them just a little...
Keeping her smile pleasant, Sophie replied, "Never, Daddy. Wouldn't think of it for a minute. And besides, you know Rose will be coming over to help with the project any moment now. Between all that work, and the girl talk, you know we'll never have enough time for boys."
The look in his eyes said he didn't abide by her particular angle of joking, but he smiled all the same. "Alright... Rose *is* a good kid, guess you won't have time to get up to any trouble."
"Nope!" Sophie replied, doing a remarkable job, in her eye anyway, of holding back a laugh about her father's assessment of Sophie's "study buddy", 18-year-old Rose Ferris.
"There are leftovers in the refrigerator should you want any for supper," her mother interjected, still looking like she had a humph ready to be thrown out somewhere, but not finding any use for it now. "But if that doesn't appeal to you or Rose, I left some money on one of the refrigerator magnets so the two of you could order something."
Despite her mother's harsh-seeming nature, she was often the more laid-back parent compared to her husband, in Sophie's eyes. While there was no way she could ever know what Sophie was actually doing in her free time, these moments where she tried to be a little more "fun" were ones that Sophie had come to cherish, especially as she had changed her own attitude toward fun in the past few months.
"Thanks, Mom!" Sophie exclaimed, bounding over and hugging her mother enthusiastically. "You're the best!"
"Hey! And what does that make me?" her father asked in a more genuine joking tone.
"Also the best! I know it doesn't seem like two people can be the best, but you two somehow find a way!" Sophie said, worrying that she was rubbing it on a little thick, but knowing that flattery almost always had a way of working with her dad.
"You got that right," he said, finally satisfied with how he looked. "You ready, honey?"
"I'm ready," Sophie's mother said, smiling a bit in a strange look of anticipation.
