Senior Year Memories Ch. 19

"That really is a serious cock," Kelly said, her voice trembling in awe.

"It's served me well," I said.

"I have no idea how I'm going to fit all that inside of me," she said.

"Slowly tends to work," I said. Kelly laughed.

"Only one way to find out," she said, hiking up her skirt and swinging one of her long, lithe legs over mine. Straddling my cock, still holding it in her hand, she rubbed it up against her tight, wet pussy. Lining it up with her entrance, she sat down slowly, dropping herself onto it a couple inches. Now penetrated by my large cock and fully understanding what she was in for, her eyes went wide.

"Oh, wow," she said. The way her eyes went, I almost expected a sound of pain from her, but her mouth curled into a truly satisfied smile as she began to settle more and more on my cock. Her pussy was as tight as the rest of her body, but there was little hesitation as she kept sinking, her pussy muscles embracing me every bit as much as they stretched at my invasion.

Finally settled down entirely, Kelly looked down at her grotesquely penetrated cunt, her eyes wide and her smile even wider.

"Oh my god, that is so fucking good!" she exclaimed, kissing me enthusiastically. I kissed her back, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her up slightly enough to drop her back down on my cock. She laughed at the gesture, then began riding me properly. There was a definite awkwardness to our mostly clothed quickie, but I can't say that I found it a problem. She was tall, she was fit, and she was beautiful, and her clear athleticism was promising one hell of a fuck.

Any compunctions she might've had before about keeping quiet flew right out the window as she began to ride me.

"God, wow, you're so much, so much bigger than Don you don't even know it, god, I wish I'd known you sooner, wish I'd known this cock was hiding in town because I'd have come looking for you, god, so fucking big, so deep, I love it, I love it, I love it!" she exclaimed.

For my part, I grabbed her hips, helping her establish a good pace of slamming down onto my cock that'd feel good for both of us, and believe me when I say her pussy felt good. So tight, so wet, so hot, so... enthusiastic. If I'd met her with a little sadness, the dominant emotion that now held the room was lust, plain and simple. I was seeing the real Kelly van Houten, the one who knew what she wanted and went for it, the one who felt alive and didn't know the meaning of the word loneliness. If I were to get a call or text from her out of the blue, I had no problem at all being her booty call.

Playfully, I slapped her ass. She smiled, kissing me forcefully.

"You can spank better than that, can't you?" she challenged.

"If you want a spanking, I can give you a fucking spanking," I grunted, swatting her ass harder, then harder again, then harder once more, each slap sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room, each one bringing a yelp of pleasure from Kelly as we fucked harder and harder. Her ass was bright pink, and yet that spurred me on even harder, swatting her ass until her eyes rolled back and we were making out furiously.

I was happy that I was doing something that was good for not just Lauren, but for Kelly too, and even more than that I felt alive. I was being myself, and if being myself could also be used for doing good for the people around me, then so much the better. I felt alive, and that felt a damn sight better than the self pity I'd fallen into after Thanksgiving. I could find a balance between who I used to be and who I was becoming, and I could still enjoy sex and be a good person. It was a balancing act, but it was a kind of balance I was eager to find.

What I was going to find one hell of a lot sooner, though, was my own orgasm, which had been building for quite some time as I fucked up into Kelly van Houten's amazing cunt.

I grunted, "Gonna cum soon. Where should I...?"

"Just keep going, getting there too, keep going, oh god, keep going," Kelly moaned.

Well, if she was going to be getting there soon too, I was going to do everything I could to help her. I reached down, rubbing her clit intensely as I fucked up into her. This brought her to the edge, first looking down into my eyes, then kissing me passionately as she exploded in another orgasm against me. Her pussy gripping my cock so spasmodically was the final straw for me too, making me cum violently inside her. I filled her with shot after shot of cum until it felt like I had nothing more in the tank, so hard I almost couldn't see anymore, so good that by the end we were both quivering messes collapsed on the couch next to each other.

Kelly van Houten, once so prim and proper looking, was now a mess, her hair tussled and her skin flush and sweaty, her face a pure look of satisfaction. Though mostly clothed, her body was a perfectly lewd display of her tiny but oh so sweet tits and her cum-drenched pussy.

"Wow," she said, fingering herself idly and getting a dollop of cum on her finger. She brought it up to her lips and sucked it off, her eyes rolling luxuriantly. "Wow."

"Wow yourself," I replied. "That was awesome."

"Thank you," she said.

Now for one of the most awkward parts, but one I felt compelled. "Do you mind... if I got a picture? For memories? I swear, it's just for me and no one else would see-"

"Go for it," she said, still bathing in the satisfaction of her orgasm. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I took a quick picture of her deliciously lewd nudity and put it back in my pocket, joining her back on the couch.

"So, uh, you're still breaking it off with Don, right?" I confirmed.

"Oh, hell yeah. You had me before you brought that out, but now that you have, I'm even more certain. Just promise me this won't be the last time? I mean, you know what I'm looking for, but every so often..." she trailed off.

"I've got you covered," I said.

"Wonderful," she said, leaning over to kiss me. The faint taste of my own cum was still on her lips, but since I was also riding high off of what had just happened, I didn't mind it one bit.

"I should be getting back and clocking out soon," she sighed.

"I should probably get going too," I said, looking at her, taking in the beauty of her body. She returned the look, glancing down at my cock as it regained a little hardness.

"You know... no, sorry, I don't want to hold you up any more," she said.

"No, what?" I asked.

"I don't want to bother you," she said.

"It's no bother. What?" I asked.

"Well... if you think you can get it hard again, there's something I like that Don doesn't when it comes to sex, and I was wondering if you could..." she trailed off.

I knew exactly where this was going. "...fuck your ass?"

She smiled. "How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess," I replied, remembering how Lauren had told me that Don wouldn't fuck her in the ass even though she really liked it (and had an amazing ass that was perfect for fucking).

"He doesn't like it because he thinks it's dirty, but I really enjoy it. There's nothing like completely surrendering yourself to trusting someone with that kind of intimacy, really lets me get wild," Kelly explained.

I shook my head. "Doesn't he understand that it's because it's dirty that it's fun?"

"I know, right?" Kelly exclaimed, taking another glob of cum from her pussy and sucking it off her fingers. "Just wish I'd known about this so I could've brought some lube."

"Like this?" I said, pulling a small bottle from my pants pocket.

"Aren't you the optimist?" she said, an eyebrow raised.

"I have a busy social life, I always like to make sure I have some on hand," I said.

"Fair point," Kelly said, looking back down at my cock which had gained more strength since the talk of anal being on the table. "I'm gonna suck on that, get you nice and hard, then will you please, please fuck my tight little ass?"

"Well, since you asked so politely," I said, gently grabbing the back of her head and guiding her down onto my cock.

What she lacked in nice, thick lips, she more than made up for in cocksucking enthusiasm, bouncing up and down on me and swirling her tongue in such a magical way that my cock couldn't help but come back from the dead after only a couple minutes.

Clearly satisfied, Kelly eagerly got up on her hands and knees. I could've joined her, but with her tight ass cheeks parted and her little pink hole looking so inviting, I couldn't help but dive in, licking and tonguing her asshole enthusiastically to her excited and surprised cries. I licked and probed at her asshole enthusiastically while I fingerfucked her pussy, getting her nice and excited and ready for fucking her ass.

"Oh my god, oh my god, that's nice, that's so fucking nice, but that's not what I want, don't stop yet, no, let me finish, let me finish saying this... god, I want you to fuck my ass, Ryan. Won't you please, please, please fuck my ass?" Kelly pleaded.

"I can arrange that," I said, forcing my tongue into her asshole one last time before getting on my knees behind her on the couch, lubing up my cock and pressing its head up against her tight hole.

"Ready for this?" I said.

"Always," she grunted, moaning as I pressed into her and groaning even more loudly when the head pressed inside her tight hole. I was lubed and she was eager, so my cock didn't face much resistance, but with my size and her tightness it was still slow going as I pushed an inch at a time, following her moans and groans of encouragement as I pressed further inside of her.

"That's it, just a little further, keep going, fuck you're big, god, I can't believe, I can't believe it, god, it's so big, still going, still going, fuck, keep going , bottom it out in me, get it all in there, get it all in there and fuck my tight little ass, make me cum, make me scream, spank my ass, pull my hair, just, fuck, fuck my ass hard!" she urged as she leaned back into me, pressing the last couple inches of my cock into her as my balls bounced against her pussy.

I looked down in awe as my cock stretched her asshole wide open, enjoying the tight heat of it and the way she looked back at me with such smug satisfaction.

"Has anyone ever told you you have an amazing ass?" I asked.

"Once or twice," she admitted, wiggling against me slightly.

"Well, I'm going to fuck your amazing ass now, okay?" I said.

"You did hear me about twenty seconds ago asking for just that, right?" she asked.

Grabbing her by her braid and tugging hard, I said, "Yeah. Yeah I did."

"Good. Now fuck me hard," she demanded.

I pulled her braid back enough that I could lean down and kiss her hard as I started sliding my cock in and out of her ass, only letting go so I could get up and grab her by the hips to fuck her as she needed to be fucked. If there had been an urgency to get off when I'd fucked her pussy, now there was just a drive for pure depraved lust as I mercilessly fucked her ass.

At first she remained as vocal as before, urging me on, forcing me to be rougher and dirtier as I plowed her ass, but as soon as she stopped propping herself up and began fingering her cum-soaked pussy, words stopped and just formless sounds of ecstasy filled the small reading room. For my part, I was long past any constructive conversation as I fucked her ass, and that seemed fine by both of us. Where before there had been need, now there was just want. She wanted me to fuck her ass every bit as much as I wanted to fuck her, a want so powerful that we were easily transformed into two grunting, yowling beasts for pleasure.

Whether we'd been going at it like this for five minutes or fifty didn't matter for how easily lost we were, but when she finally came and I filled her tight ass with my own cum, it felt the end of an exhausting and oh so satisfying journey.

Collapsing on top of her, I kissed the back of her neck. Kelly turned just enough to kiss me back as I slid from her ass.

"So, same time next week?" she asked, squeezing my cock lightly with her ass cheeks.

I laughed. "I'll put you down on my calendar."

"Awww, don't you know how to make a girl feel special?" she teased.

"I manage, sometimes," I said, kissing her again and feeling rather victorious, if I must say so myself.

***

"So... sounds like you've been busy," Rachel said, amused. Though the Skype connection was lagging a bit, it was always great to hear her laughing. Even though she was bundled up heavily against an Oregon winter and was more content to stay warm than cyber with me, it was always a highlight of the days I could arrange it when I talked to her. Her sharp eyes, pretty face, red hair and punk style always made her a welcome sight, but the strange friendship we shared was what I always cherished, even if it was a factor in Tori's and my falling out.

"I've been trying," I said.

"Making a list, checking it twice..." she mused.

"Yup," I agreed.

"Except everyone on the list's been naughty," she said.

"Just because someone's been naughty doesn't mean they don't deserve something nice," I said.

"True enough," Rachel said, her eyes drifting to the side. "So, what're you getting me?"

"You know that'd be a spoiler, right?" I said.

"Not much of one at this point. You've already gone out of your way to get things for Tori and Mom, and unless you're holding out on me they were your first stops. Since you sent me an urgent message telling me you had to talk to me at a very specific time, you're getting the McNeil girls out of the way first because you've got some lingering affection and guilt and whatever other feelings you wanna deal with, and I want to see how it's gonna pay out for me," Rachel joked.

Fine, if she was in this kind of mood.

"Fine, I got you a bracelet," I said.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"A friendship bracelet. Weaved it myself," I said.

"Ha ha," Rachel said, deadpan.

"It's a nice bracelet!" I protested, wondering how long I could keep up the joke.

"No doubt," Rachel sighed. Her eyes were searching as they drifted away from the screen again, slightly sad. "Do you really think it's going to work, what you've done for my mom? You really think Dad's going to come clean and try to make things better?"

This was one of those situations where I knew more than I was certain I wanted to share. I'd been monitoring the situation with Tori's family for more than a day since my encounter with Kelly van Houten, and it had developed at a surprisingly quick pace. I wasn't fully sure that it was my place to tell Rachel all that had happened, especially not with what I had planned for her, but as my friend she deserved honesty.

"It's already happened," I said.

Rachel's eyes locked onto me, wide as saucers. "What?"

"I've had a nice long talk with your mom and... yeah, Kelly must've passed on the note I gave her because your dad pretty much immediately went to her and admitted everything, crying and apologizing and getting down on his knees begging for forgiveness and vowing that he'd never do anything like this again because he loved her, even gave her a hall pass to make up for what he did to her," I said.

"Wow," Rachel said. "I can't fucking believe it."

"Me neither. Season of miracles, right?" I said.

"I guess. It'd be more of a miracle if he actually held to it," Rachel said, skeptical.

"One step at a time," I said.

"So, you and mom talked, huh? If it was nice and long like you said, it must've been about more than just Dad being a prick. You trying to take advantage of that hall pass?" Rachel said, amused.

After what had happened last time, I wasn't eager to jump in and take advantage of that, but if Tori's and my friendship was completely and truly done for I couldn't say that I wasn't tempted.

Yet it felt like that might be easier to talk about than what I actually had to say.

"Actually, we spent a lot of that time talking about you," I said.

Rachel's face fell slightly. "Why?"

"Because I had an audience with Lauren and I didn't want things between the two of you to be left as they were on Thanksgiving," I said.

"I dug my own grave, I'm fine to live in it," Rachel said.

"Yeah, well I'm not fine with you being in a hole. I talked to your mom for a good long while telling her about the kind of person I knew you used to be and the person you are now. She didn't believe me at first, didn't want to believe me, I think, but after a while she started to listen. After a while of listening, she even started to hear me. I got her to a place where she wants to talk to you. If you'll let her, I think the two of you might be able to mend some fences," I said.

Rachel was silent for a while. "Like it's just that easy?"

"No, it's never that easy because nothing like this is ever easy, but if you're willing to make the effort, I think she's willing to make the effort. If you don't want to be the pariah anymore, this is your chance," I said.

Rachel considered this, her breathing noticeably heavier. She wiped a finger under each eye (a tear?), looked away from me and said, "Okay. I'll give her a call, soon."

"About that..." I said, pressing a button on the side bar of Skype. It took a couple seconds to connect, so I quickly explained, "...don't be mad, but I know how easy it is to make a promise and then let it slide for too long, so I kinda arranged for Lauren to be online right now and waiting, and I'm connecting the two of you now."

"What?" Rachel asked, surprised. She was no less surprised when Lauren's image popped on screen, smiling nervously.

"Hi, Rachel," Lauren said.

"Hi, Mom," Rachel responded with equal nervousness.

"We've, uh, got a lot to talk about, don't we?" Lauren asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess we do," Rachel said.

"And that's my cue," I said. "I'm shutting down. You two be nice, okay?"

"Thank you, Ryan," Lauren said.

"Thanks," Rachel said her eyes mingled with gratitude and fear.

I ended my side of the call, and took a breath. That actually went a lot easier than I expected. I had feared there might be an argument, maybe some yelling, but if both sides were willing to patch things up, maybe I really could pull off my insane list of good deeds.

After all, I'd already:

- Found Tori a new gaming partner and told her girlfriend everything she needed to keep Tori happy and make them no longer strangers to one another

- Gotten Lauren's cheating husband to come clean to her and vow to reform his ways

- Helped Rachel and Lauren reconnect

Whether any of these things would stick and make a difference could only be told in time, but I felt confident enough in the moment to look at my good deeds list and cross some names off.

ADDISON

BROOKE

HALEY

HOPE

JADE

JOSIE

KAITLYN

MALLORY

MARIE

MRS. LYNN

X - MRS. MCNEIL - X

MRS. SULLIVAN

NADIA

NOA

X - RACHEL - X

ROSE

SARAH

SOPHIE

X - TORI - X

Three names down, sixteen to go. I still had a lot of good cheer to spread around.

"Who's next?" I said.

***

(Author's Note 2: While this is normally the spot where I'd beg for reviews and stars, I'd like to address the reception of Chapter 18, namely the unfortunate treatment I've seen of the character of Tori and how a few of you want to see her "punished". If you dream of seeing this happen in coming chapters, then I must tell you that the only place you'll see punishment of her is in your dreams. In relationships, be they friendship or love or somewhere in between, people often make bad and hasty decisions, and Ryan and Tori are no exception. At heart I am an optimist, which is why I still foresee a happy-ish ending for the two of them down the line (one that by no means they'll wind up together), but it's also in that optimism that I find myself so disappointed by the regressive and frightening attitudes I've seen shared by a vocal minority of my readers. Tori and Ryan will both learn lessons as this story progresses, but nobody is going to be punished in the way you want to see. If you want to see someone punished, there are other stories out there that'll serve that purpose; look them up, because Senior Year Memories won't be one of them. If this makes you feel the need to start dropping one star ratings and flaming me with bad reviews, well, I can't stop you from dropping a low star rating, but I can police the reviews if I must. So far I haven't deleted any reviews save for that rash of spam reviews some months back because I try not to be *that* author, but if this is kept up I will seriously consider revising my personal policies. I mean it when I say I appreciate criticisms, but when criticisms suddenly stop being critical and start carrying the unified theme of "I don't like that this girl character did something I as a man personally disagree with and she thusly deserves to be punished", I've got a limit. Be kind, rewind, and please don't put me in a position where I ever have to write anything like this again.