Senior Year Memories Ch. 27
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(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 some of the ongoing plots.)
(Author’s Note: Thank you one and all for your patience and comments regarding the New Year’s Eve orgy chapters. As has happened once or twice before, it expanded well beyond what I initially intended and may not have become everyone’s cup of tea because of this. Going forward, I’m planning on bringing this series more back to the roots of what it typically is, with fun encounters encompassing a broad, overarching narrative of various story arcs. I hope you enjoy!)
Previously, on Senior Year Memories: After a long, hard Christmas season, 18-year-old Ryan Collins had the chance to spend some of his winter break relaxing before being invited to a New Year’s Eve party by some of his cheerleader friends, which, since this is that kind of story, can only mean an orgy with a dozen sexy cheerleaders. Though much fun was had, particularly with trashy blonde cheerleader Gwen Savage, as well as an evening spent in a pile with all twelve girls, by the New Year Ryan was ready to go home and get some serious rest, but not before finally meeting and chatting with his mysterious new neighbor, Alice Talbot.
Resting, recharging, sleep.
This is how I spent most of New Year’s Day. And the next day. There were only a few days left of winter break before I had to go back to school, but you wouldn’t know that for how little I was doing. I’d wake sometimes to go to the bathroom, to eat, or to text with Josie and see how her vacation was going, but other than that… my days were sleep. When I couldn’t sleep, I’d put on a movie for a while and wait for the tiredness to kick in, then I’d sleep in front of the movie.
All in all, I was happy.
Memories of what happened during the couple days of that insane New Year’s Eve orgy danced before my eyes whether consciousness held me or not. Good memories. Obscene memories. The kinds of memories I’d have never hoped for before and now were mine.
My body, on the other hand, was another story. When I wasn’t exhausted, I was sore from all the marathon sex, with limbs that felt like they weighed hundreds of pounds. It felt like my mouth would forever taste like pussy. It was a good taste, but I was ready to get back to my normal life.
Well, my new normal life, anyway.
December had been a madhouse of my own making, but without anything to my knowledge on the horizon, January looked like it would be a little cleaner. Sure, I’d get back to school and tutoring and the newspaper and Josie soon, but it would be the kind of life I knew and enjoyed and could make the best of.
Well, that wasn’t only it, was it? No, there was a complication I’d hoped not to think about, but when you’re doing nothing you’ve got little to do but think, and it was impossible to ignore.
A complication in the shape of a tiny blonde spitfire named Brooke King. We’d spent a lot of time together during the party, a lot of good time, and without question I’d call her one of my best friends. There was a moment toward the end, though, when we kissed that something felt different. Now, Brooke and me kissing, that happened all the time, but this time… I felt something intense. Something more than just our usual friendly, casual sex kissing. If I weren’t with Josie, this wouldn’t be an issue, but I was, so, I was conflicted. Confused.
I tried not to focus on it. I wanted to keep this for school, when I could actually talk with all the people involved.
Yeah. School would make this all better.
The first day after the orgy was hell. The second was better. The morning of the third, with only a couple days left before school started again and some motivation to take advantage of this free time growing, I felt like being up and about was a possibility. Maybe not one to get really frisky during, but I could spend more of my time awake than asleep and get caught up on the pile of texts I had to respond to that weren’t from Josie.
Life was getting back on track, a little at a time.
Pulling on a t-shirt and jeans after I got out of bed, I opened the curtains and looked outside. Sitting in the bedroom window of the house next door was a whiteboard with a simple message written on it. The person who usually wrote those messages was nowhere to be seen, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be in touch.
‘REMEMBER YOUR PROMISE?’
Below it was a phone number.
I thought about the message, then felt the phone in my pocket. I was still tired, nowhere near bahis firmaları what I liked to think of as my “fighting shape”, but I had made something like a promise that she said she’d hold me to.
My phone was in my hand. I tapped it, uncertain of whether or not today was the day I tried to make the proper acquaintance of the girl next door.
“Fuck it,” I said, programming her number into my phone and sending a text.
I was long overdue to really meet Alice Talbot.
The last time we’d spoken, Alice said she wanted to visit a local mall, and if she wanted a mall, a mall she was going to get. The nearest one was in Blair Valley, our high school’s dreaded football rivals (for whatever that meant), and it wasn’t much of a mall. Only about half of the stores were open, the remainders closed or out of business after the Christmas season. It was decorated with a number of Christmas decorations I’d charitably call tacky, the background music was only on about half the time, and most of the halls were filled with temporary little kiosks with pushy salesmen that looked like they were ready to pack up and run the moment a cop showed up.
In its favor, it had a nice food court and a good, not that expensive chain movie theater.
If the Blair Valley Shopping Center was a mixed bag, though, 18-year-old Alice Talbot was anything but.
“You were right; this truly is *most* of a mall,” Alice said, smiling prettily in spite of her less than thrilled assessment of our nearest mall. She looked stylish and relaxed, a stark contrast to the gaudy mediocrity of the Blair Valley Shopping Center. She wore a flowing green skirt in a medieval print that hid what I knew to be nice, long legs, a tight-but-not-too-tight t-shirt for a band I’d never heard of, a stylish jacket and boots that boosted her height a couple inches, enough that we could meet eye to eye. Combined with her flawless dark skin, big, beautiful brown eyes, brilliant smile and impressive dark curls she held in a loose afro, and she looked like a model.
And since the Blair Valley Shopping Center was hardly used to seeing models, she managed to turn a few heads.
“I tried to warn you,” I said.
“You did, but I’m curious, and it’s one thing to take another person’s word for something and another to experience it for yourself,” she said, her faint accent somewhat intoxicating to me.
That’s probably why I asked, “So… can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask. Whether you get an answer, well that’s up to the question, isn’t it?” Alice returned.
“Okay… well, I’m having a hard time placing your accent…” I said.
“Ah. *That*. Does it make me truly stand out here?” she asked.
“Not really, but it’s unique, so-”
“My parents both worked in international law, so there was a lot of moving around. When I was three we moved to Australia, and didn’t move away until I was twelve. We’ve been bouncing around stateside since then, until they divorced, which is what brought us here. We’ve moved, but the accent has lingered,” she explained, her smile holding back some bitterness I couldn’t place.
“I’m… sorry?” I said.
She shook her head. “No. You’re not. Don’t be sorry. Dad was being a real prig at the end. To Mum. To me. The divorce was for the best. And Mum was getting tired of international law anyway, she found a nice job with a firm nearby, and we’ve got our suburbs, so… you know, ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on.”
“Always,” I responded. I didn’t need to explain to her my own adventures living with an oft-absentee single parent after my own mother died, or the misadventures I’d had this year, since I’d already told her a fair few of these tales through our days upon days of communicating through notes exchanged in the window. Not all of the juicy details, I didn’t want to scare off a potential friend that badly, but enough. She knew well enough what I did with my free time that we just kept it a matter of playful taunting and teasing.
“So… is there anything exciting to do around here, other than your usual extracurricular activities, or is that truly it?” she asked.
“Exciting wasn’t exactly my middle name until recently, so I don’t exactly know if I’m the guy you should be asking about stuff like that, especially since most of my fun lately comes from said extracurricular activities,” I said.
“Ah, then I guess I’ll be forced to make more friends so I can discover what excitement this town holds,” she said, her tone not particularly enthusiastic.
“Would that really be such a bad thing?” I asked. The way she didn’t look at me, I thought it might’ve actually been a bad thing.
“Friends… like family… can be a minefield. The people you think you can trust can turn on you in an instant, and what used to be the comfortable can rapidly become the terrible,” Alice said, dancing around something she wasn’t ready to talk about yet.
Being intimately familiar with what she was talking about, I knew better than to push her.
“Then… I guess I’ll have kaçak iddaa to start looking for fun outside of my bedroom and report back to you so, you know, you can have fun too,” I joked.
This brought her beautiful, toothy smile back in full force. “Only your bedroom?”
“Not only. Sometimes it’s their bedroom. Or a classroom. Or-”
“Okay, okay, I get the idea,” she shot back.
“I’m more surprised that you believe me so quickly. I hardly believe it myself most of the time, and I’m living it,” I said.
“Well, I’ve seen enough girls coming in and walking out looking disheveled and happy with themselves to know you’re doing more than playing Yahtzee, so, I’m inclined to believe you. It’s… actually kind of why I’ve been interested in making your acquaintance,” she said shyly.
“Oh?” I asked.
She bit her lip nervously. “The thing is… from everything I’ve seen, you seem like the kind of guy that girls would normally stay away from. So many girls, it seems like you must be some kind of player, a bastard who runs through women without a thought, but from everything we’ve discussed, everything I’ve seen, I just do not get that vibe off of you.”
“What kind of vibe do you get?” I asked.
Alice looked more nervous than I’d ever seen her before, like she wasn’t sure this was something she wanted to broach. Maybe she even regretted saying what she’d just said. Maybe she wanted a way out and I should’ve been trying to give her one. Maybe…
“You’re sweet. You’re awkward. You like women, but not just for sex. You seem to respect them and enjoy befriending them in addition to whatever happens behind your closed curtains, which puts you ahead of about 99% of the guys I’ve ever met. You… you watched that little bit of fun I had with you on New Year’s Day, and not once today have you ever indicated that that made you feel entitled to me in any way. It’s… it’s a nice kind of maturity to see in someone. Someone I might, one day, want to consider about making a friend, terrifying as that prospect is. But I can’t keep holding myself back, I need to put myself out there, and I guess you’re my first effort at that because you’re somewhat… unchallenging. Is that terrible? Please tell me I’m not terrible,” she said, looking like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
I wanted to tell her what she wanted to hear, but I couldn’t do it, not quickly at least, not when I found myself wondering just what the hell had happened to her that put her in such a state. Some bad stuff had happened to her before, I was willing to wager it was really bad, and I hoped she would feel comfortable enough in time to tell me about it.
Until then, I needed to actually say something to this girl who’d just opened her heart to me.
“You’re not terrible. I completely understand, and, I’m good to be friends,” I said.
“Tentative friends,” she clarified, though the way she said it made it clear that she was only trying to play it safe.
“So long as there’s the possibility to be friends, I’m happy with it. I didn’t have many before this year and wasn’t looking for more, now, I’m always ready to welcome a new one,” I said.
“Into your bedroom?” Alice teased.
“You offering?” I joked back.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Why don’t we start with corn dogs at the food court and see where things go from there?”
I laughed. “You’re on.”
We didn’t actually go for corn dogs, but since I’ve already mentioned the Blair Valley Shopping Center had a pretty nice food court, this wasn’t a bad thing. I went for some teriyaki, she went to a nice kabob place, and over our shared meal we chatted about much more enjoyable topics than divorce and family.
“Regan Hills High’s actually not that bad a school,” I said.
“Do you know many to compare it to?” she asked.
“No, but, I like it,” I replied. “Then again, I’m also a nerd, so take it for what you will.”
“I will,” she smirked.
“But… look, it’s a public school, so it’s got its problems, but the teachers are really cool. Mrs. Lynn, she teaches history, she’s really nice, really fun, really knows her stuff. Mrs. Addams, she teaches English, she’s usually frustrated but she really loves literature and can talk like nobody else on the subject when she’s having a good day. Mrs. Chan, she teaches science, she might be one of the smartest people I know, and Sra. Lopez-”
“I can’t help but notice you’re only mentioning the female teachers. Are they a fascination of yours?” Alice taunted.
This was one of those times where the situation was actually not nearly as bad as she was implying. True, I regularly had sex with Mrs. Lynn, but I hadn’t been with any of my other teachers (unless you count the librarian, Mrs. Sullivan). Not that I didn’t want to, because Mrs. Addams, Mrs. Chan and Sra. Lopez (among other teachers) were all quite hot, but it did leave me realizing that my focus was pretty easy to tell.
I repeated, “I…”
My phone vibrated.
“I… kaçak bahis I’m getting a call,” I said, pulling out my phone. Saved by the bell, yet again.
Correction. Saved by Josie yet again.
“My girlfriend,” I explained.
“Ooh, the infamous Josie? Can I say hi?” Alice teased.
“If you want to,” I replied, looking at my phone. “Seems she wants to do a video call.”
Turning the phone to me before I swiped, in case Josie was wearing as little as Josie tended to do when she was in private, I answered the call.
“Hey!” she exclaimed on seeing me. Near as I could tell from the angle, she was at least wearing a black tank top, one that showed off her pale, creamy cleavage well, and though it stole my attention for a moment, my eyes were soon drawn to her face. Even with more than a week spent in Hawaii, she was still her pale, made-up goth princess self, with her cute face, full black lips and dark, glossy hair. Even seeing her here was enough to make my heart (and my cock), swell.
“And hey to you too,” I replied.
“Where are you?” she asked. “It’s noisy.”
“At the mall. You know the girl who moved in next door to me?” I asked.
“Yeah?” Josie responded.
“Well, turns out she’s got a name,” I said, turning the phone so she could see Alice. “Josie Wong, meet Alice Talbot. Alice, meet Josie.”
“Hello,” Alice said, a little shy.
“Wow, you’re even prettier than Ryan said, and he said you were really hot,” Josie replied, enough that I think both Alice and me blushed.
“You’re pretty damn hot yourself. Love the top,” Alice returned. The way she said that actually got me and Josie to do a double-take of our own.
“Aw, this old thing?” Josie asked. “I just threw it on.”
“It compliments you well. Makes your boobs look big,” Alice replied.
Josie looked at me. “I like her.”
“Is that a good thing?” Alice asked me, jokingly.
“Very,” Josie and I responded in unison (well, as in unison as a long distance video call would allow for).
“We should hang out sometime when I get back,” Josie said.
“That would be lovely,” Alice replied.
“We could talk Ryan stories, make him squirm,” Josie said, amused.
“I’m afraid I wouldn’t have many stories worth making him squirm,” Alice said.
“Why not? You’ve fucked him already, right?” Josie asked.
Alice blushed even harder. “No, we’ve not done that at all, actually.”
“Why not?” Josie repeated. “He’s really good, and not just ‘cause he’s got a big dick, but-”
Before either Alice’s or my faces could burst into flames from the embarrassment of Josie talking like this while we were in public, I interrupted her, “Not that I don’t love to hear from you, but can I ask why you called me?”
“Oh, that, right,” Josie said, shaking her head. “I need a favor.”
Fully aware of Josie’s “playfulness” when it came to things like asking for a favor, I asked, “What kind of favor?”
“An innocent one, honest,” she replied. “Grandmother’s surgery went well, but her mobility’s been severely affected; we’ve lined up a new apartment for her to help with that, but it’s smaller, so we had to get rid of some of the furniture. Since some of it’s antique, she insisted we keep it, so we shipped it home. Cost an arm and a leg to send that many crates, but, it’s supposed to arrive today. Would you help move it inside so nobody steals it or anything? We’ve a key under the mat, and my parents would be happy to pay you for the trouble.”
“No trouble at all,” I said. “Just tell me when to be there and I’ll go.”
“Pretty much any time between now and night is all I got. It might already be there for all I know,” Josie replied.
I sighed, unhappy to cut off my lunch with Alice. “Then I’ll finish my lunch, and be on my way.”
“Thanks. Some of it’s heavier than hell, but I’ll send help,” Josie said. There was something cryptic to the way she said that, but since Josie’s surprises were usually good, I didn’t question her.
“Thanks,” I replied, grateful for whatever I could get.
“And you…” Josie said, addressing Alice. “Have Ryan give me your number, we so gotta get to know each other.”
“Yes, I think we do,” Alice said, sounding dangerously interested.
“Good. Then if that’s that, I’ll leave you to it. Thankyouthankyouthankyou, Ryan, for helping out; I owe you for this one,” Josie said.
“You owe me for a lot of things,” I said.
“And you me,” she replied.
“Touche,” I admitted.
“Alright, let’s hang up. I love you,” Josie said.
“I love you too. Have fun with your surfer boys,” I said.
“You know I will,” Josie said, blowing me a kiss through the phone before shutting down.
Alice looked at me, her eyes somewhere between impressed and baffled. “You told me a lot about her, but I didn’t expect it to all be true. She really is rather… open, about her sexuality.”
“You have no idea,” I replied. “Were you being polite, or do you really want her phone number?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I do,” Alice replied. “She sounds like a fun sort.”
“You have no idea,” I repeated, wondering how dangerous it would be for the two of them to become acquainted. Then again, it could also be fun, so I programmed Josie’s number into her phone.
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