Senior Year Memories Ch. 27

We lay there like this for a good time, occasionally exchanging a soft kiss or a smile, perhaps a soft word or two of how pleased we were to be together like this.

Soon, she rocked her hips against me, slowly at first, but with a rhythm I soon quickly understood. I began to withdraw and thrust into her with slow, meticulous strokes, creating a rhythmic pleasure we both enjoyed. It was a slow beginning to a slow fuck, but it felt so good I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Tired and sore as we were from an afternoon of moving furniture, this was exactly the kind of pleasurable end that we needed.

Looking up at me when I sped up the pace a little, she actually giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s... I’d say it’s nothing, but it’s clearly something. I’ve shared a lot of things with my friends, but sharing a boyfriend like this... that’s gotta be new,” Fatima said.

“You never... before... with Josie?” I asked.

“The offer was there, but I never took it. I never wanted to make anything weird, but, I was getting it on all sides this time, and I guess you could say I gave in to peer pressure,” she groaned.

I added my groan to hers. She was tight, and she was good, and even though this was my second orgasm building in only a short period of time, it promised to be a good one.

“Peer pressure, huh?” I joked.

“Yeah. I never was all that good at paying attention to assemblies,” she said.

“And what are you good at?” I asked, wanting to challenge her.

Fatima smiled. “Schoolwork. Training. Running. Shooting arrows...”

With one smooth, powerful move, she rolled both of us over so she was on top of me. “...and fucking.”

She wasn’t wrong about that. She rode me as smoothly as I fucked her when I was on top, her pert breasts swaying above me, begging to be sucked on, and, hey, what do you know, I did. The opportunity was too tempting, and I wasn’t going to give it up. I loved the way her nipple felt in my mouth, I loved the way it tasted, fuck, I loved the way it made her face scrunch up with pleasure as I played with the sensitive nub.

Though she clearly enjoyed, it, Fatima pushed me back onto the bed so she could better position herself vertically on my cock. Rising and falling and rocking her hips, she fingered her clit as she fucked me, pushing herself toward another orgasm as we kept going. All I had to do was lay back and watch the show of this gorgeous girl bouncing on my lap, my cock disappearing into and reappearing from her stretched wide pussy lips.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I warned her.

“Me too. Give me a sec...” she said.

“Where do you want it?” I asked.

“Cum inside me, please,” she said, “please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease...”

She rode me harder and harder, squeezing me with her pussy walls as we raced toward our mutual orgasms. It was so hot, so good, I wanted it to last forever, but forever was impossible, not when we had now, not when-

“FUCK!” we cried out together as her pussy clamped down on me and my balls contracted, firing shot after shot of cum deep inside her pussy. It kept going for both of us for what felt like a very long time, so good, so... nice.

I could’ve probably fallen asleep right then, had Fatima not collapsed against me and kissed me fiercely.

“That... was... so... good...” she said, kissing me again.

“I thought so,” I said, kissing her back.

She rolled off of me, uncaring toward the river of cum that fell from her pussy onto Josie’s bed. We lay next to each other, catching our breaths and basking in the pleasure.

“Not a bad way to get one last burst of fun before school starts again,” Fatima admitted.

“Winter break’s always too short,” I agreed.

“Well, it’s not over yet,” she replied.

“True,” I said.

“After all, we’ve still got pizza,” she said.

“This is also true.”

“And waiting for pizza.”

“Yes.”

“And what we can do while waiting for pizza...”

I smiled. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Fatima agreed, nodding vehemently.

I put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close. The rain outside had gotten heavier, almost a full downpour. For obvious reasons, neither of us had noticed, but now that we weren’t indisposed it was impossible to ignore.

“I really like having friends,” I said.

“Me too,” Fatima replied, dropping her hand to stroke my softened cock. “Believe me, me too.”

***

It was night and still raining heavily by the time Fatima dropped me off back at my house. We’d had our pizza, and more than enough fun waiting for the pizza to leave a smile on my face even now. After ordering the food, we took an over/under on how many times Fatima could cum with the help of Josie’s Hitachi before the pizza arrived. When we settled on 5, Fatima picked over, I picked under.

Never before had I had so much fun losing a bet.

Though the pizza did arrive promptly, and we were both hungry, I was so horny watching Fatima cum so many times that once we got back to the couch I couldn’t help but pull down my pants and pull her close, watching as she gladly blew me once again until I filled her mouth with cum.

It was a nice evening with someone I looked forward to spending more time with in the future, but man was I beat. I walked into my dark, empty house, wondering where Dad was before I collapsed in my room. I stripped out of my rain-soaked clothes and got into some dry sleep appropriate clothing, and somewhat refreshed by this change, I sat on my bed looking at my phone.

I wanted to talk to someone. Needed to talk to someone. I wanted a simple human connection at the end of a long and tiring (if fun) day, and realized it should’ve been an easy thing to pick who I wanted to talk to most of all.

Only, it wasn’t quite that simple. Oh sure, Josie was definitely the first name to come to mind, but she wasn’t the only name to come to mind. There was also Brooke, who I was long past telling myself I didn’t have only friend-like feelings for.

And, for reasons, I couldn’t fully describe, there was Alice. We barely had more than one real conversation with each other, and we hadn’t done anything beyond that, but I couldn’t help but feel something there that felt oddly familiar.

That, right there, is what told me exactly who I needed to talk to.

I fired up my computer and pulled up Skype, desperately hoping that she was online. When I saw she was, I hit the video call.

It took a few rings, but she accepted my call.

“Well, hey there, stranger! Happy New Year!” Rachel McNeil exclaimed. Her heavy sweater and wool cap didn’t hide her pretty, pale face and red hair, nor her punk style and wide smile. The older sister of my former friend (and one time lover), Rachel and I had complicated things when we had sex at Thanksgiving. Since then, Rachel had moved away to Oregon, but we Skyped frequently, even having some creative long distance sex from time to time when we were in the mood.

More than that, though, we’d forged a deep friendship and bond, and I’d found her the person I wanted to go to whenever I needed life advice.

“Happy New Year to you too! Sorry I didn’t call you sooner,” I said.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, work’s been slamming me here. You back to school yet?” she replied.

“Not for a couple more days,” I said.

“Well, enjoy it while you’ve got it,” she said.

“And work’s slamming you, huh? That all that’s slamming you?” I joked, wanting to lead into this slowly before going anywhere.

She laughed. “For now, yes, but I’ve got some irons in the fire.”

“Well, let me know if you need any recommendations and I’ll be happy to write you up something glowing,” I replied.

“Thank you,” she said, bowing dramatically to the camera. “So, is this a call where you just wanted to catch up, a call because you want to fool around, or is this one of those calls where you need to talk to someone far away you know will listen.”

Rachel McNeil. She knew how to cut to the point.

“The latter, mostly,” I said. “Though if you want some of the second...”

She could see right through my joking. It was both a great and annoying thing about Rachel, she’d known me long enough to know how I worked.

“Let’s talk about what you need to talk about first, then we’ll see,” Rachel replied.

I sighed. This was it. This was me actually saying this out loud to someone and hoping I wouldn’t fuck everything up.

“Well... you know how Josie and I have been boyfriend-girlfriend for a bit now, right?” I said.

“Yeah,” Rachel said.

“Things are going great between us, and I still love her, more than anything. The problem is... I think she’s not the only girl I love,” I said, saying the last part quickly to get it out there as fast as I could.

Rachel considered me, leaning back in her chair. “This was always a risk.”

“I know,” I said.

“And are you prepared to talk about this? Really talk about this?” she asked.

“With you? Yes,” I said.

“That’s a start, but you’ll have to talk to them in time. *All* of them,” Rachel emphasized.

“I know,” I repeated.

Rachel leaned forward in her chair. “Alright. Good. Let’s start at the beginning.”

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