Senior Year Memories Ch. 28

I only became certain that it wasn't just my imagination when I went to my last class before lunch, science. Mrs. Valerie Chan was always a favorite teacher of mine, not just because she was gorgeous and knew how to fill out a lab coat, but because she always had a sense of irreverent fun that always made her a blast to watch. She called me up in front of the class to help her with an experiment with baking soda, vinegar and a bit of food coloring that got out of hand and blasted all over the front of her white lab coat. The class laughed, she laughed, I ran for some paper towels for her.

Holding the wad of paper towels in my hand, I approached her, meaning to hand them over to her.

In a low voice that nobody else could hear, she said, "You want to dry them off yourself? Or would that be better after class?"

I gulped. I handed the wad of paper towels back to my amused teacher, and I went back to my desk. Alice sat only a few seats away from me, looking on curiously at my discomfort, then at Mrs. Chan, then rolled her eyes and smiled.

This was fun, don't get me wrong, but I was really hoping to get back into the swing of things with schoolwork; I wasn't really prepared to jump into sexy come-ons with both feet yet.

I didn't need this, not on the first day back.

My phone buzzed again. It was the fourth time this morning the anonymous number had texted me, and though I didn't open it up, I knew what it would contain. The other two pictures I'd received had added both a camel toe in some very classy lingerie, and then a picture of a nice, big ass only half-covered by that same lingerie, both pictures accompanied by various teasing come-ons. No doubt this text was more of the same, and though I was loving the attention, I was also getting irritated trying to figure out why it all came on at once.

Then it hit me. I knew *exactly* who was to blame.

***

"Can you really blame me?" Mrs. Brenda Lynn moaned as I fucked her from behind. Since it was lunchtime, we didn't go as all out as we usually did. My pants were around my ankles, her skirt was pulled up around her waist and panties pushed off to the side. I did get her blouse open and amazing DD tits out, though, which I liked to grab onto while I drilled her bent over her desk.

"I told you some of my friends needed the attention!" she yelped as I buried my cock all the way into her pussy with one thrust. She was a moaner, but with the door locked and the shades drawn on the windows, we had enough privacy not to have to worry about any interruptions.

"I know, you said that..." I groaned as I pulled back out and kept back at fucking her hard. "But you said I should talk to you; you didn't say you'd tell your friends... I mean, what about discretion...?"

"I want to keep discrete, fuck, but it's..."

"You too?" I asked. She nodded, her light blonde bob bouncing from side to side.

"Then hold that thought," I said, really taking it to her, grabbing her hips and fucking her as hard as I could. Her cries became louder and louder as she approached orgasm, and the only thing I could do to hold them back was put my hand over her mouth. Her eyes darted over to me, annoyed but sensible; what we were doing here was very dangerous, and neither of us wanted to get her in trouble. I liked Mrs. Lynn; she'd been one of my favorite teachers for a long time before we started having sex, and now that we had, things hadn't changed. She was the one who started me tutoring Kaitlyn earlier in the year, the one who accidentally set everything in motion. I wanted to please her more than anything, and when my cock was gripped by her tight cunt, it wasn't that difficult to be motivated to please her.

With a stifled cry of pleasure, Mrs. Lynn came, her body shuddering against her desk while her pussy clamped down on my cock hard. This set off my own orgasm, filling the depths of her tight pussy with my cum.

I collapsed against her on the desk, both of us breathing heavily. She turned her head slightly, kissing me and smiling. "Not bad for a three minute fuck."

"No," I admitted, laughing. I usually tried for better than that, but with only a narrow window for lunch and both of us pretty well powered by lust, well, we may have hurried things along a little.

Though we could've probably stayed conjoined together for a while, I had promised to meet Alice for lunch and get a few answers. I pulled out of Mrs. Lynn and stuffed my cock back into my pants, while she pulled her panties back into place and dropped her skirt down. Aside from a little smeared makeup and some hair being out of place, both of which she got to work on fixing with a small mirror from her purse, you wouldn't have been able to tell anything was amiss.

"God, you fired so much cum in me, I might just leak in front of class. *That* should be fun," Mrs. Lynn mused.

I let her readjust herself just long enough before asking, "So? Discretion?"

"That? Right," she said. "I thought about that, and I thought about what we'd discussed, but over Christmas break I went to a meeting of my book club (which is less a book club and more an opportunity for a bunch of us neglected moms and housewives to bitch to each other and share tips about sex toys) and we got to talking about who is and isn't getting any. Since most of the ladies were in the *weren't* category, and they're all really good friends and hot ladies... I may have mentioned you and encouraged some of them to look you up and see if you were interested. I know there's a lot you can do for them, and a lot they can do for you, so..."

Well, that did explain a lot of how my morning had gone, and I didn't have any real problem with being pursued by a bunch of hot MILFs. The surprise was something I needed to deal with, but if this was part of my new normal now, I'd deal with it.

"...forgive me?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

"Of course. I was just surprised, is all," I said.

Mrs. Lynn asked. "Don't be surprised now, be surprised by what they can do to you later."

"You're filling me with all sorts of confidence," I said.

"Then let me fill you with something else," she said, drumming her fingers on her desk.

"Oh?" I asked, nervous.

"Anticipation! Excitement! Whatever else you want! Because I got your next two tutoring assignments!" Mrs. Lynn exclaimed, doing her best to sound like she would in front of the class when trying to sell us on something hard.

"Who?" I asked.

"Jessica Garza and Peter Nixon. They're both good kids, but both easily distracted and could use someone to help them focus, and... why do you look like you just saw a ghost?" she asked.

I looked like I saw a ghost because of one of the names she mentioned. Not Jess Garza, who I knew by reputation as an affable skater and stoner, but Peter Nixon.

Peter Nixon the enormous football player.

Big and black Peter Nixon, one of Kyle Bowman's better friends.

Peter Nixon, whose girlfriend, Sasha Pearl, I'd had sex with repeatedly over New Year's Eve.

Peter Nixon who'd been glaring at me ever since Kyle was expelled.

I couldn't turn down Mrs. Lynn, but I could be a little afraid of what I had in front of me.

"I'm fine," I lied.

She didn't believe me, but she let me lie this once so we could continue. "Good. I've arranged for them to meet you after school at the library, and you guys can set up your own tutoring schedule from there. Like I said, they're both good kids who need a little help and motivation, the kind of help and motivation I know you can give them, so, go easy on them and help them out? I don't want to see anyone fail my class this year."

"I'll do what I can," I gulped. I'd come to Mrs. Lynn's for lunch to ask about the teachers and pick up my tutoring assignments, but I didn't expect a bombshell like this to be dropped in my lap.

Fucking back to school.

***

My phone vibrated with another picture just as I sat down for lunch with Alice at a table toward the rear of the cafeteria. I didn't look at it, even if it vibrated insistently enough that even she noticed.

"Aren't you going to pick that up?" she asked.

"Later," I said.

"Why, don't want me seeing lust messages from an admirer?" she teased.

"No. Yes. Sort of. It's difficult to explain," I said.

"A lot around here is difficult to explain, I'll grant that," she said.

"Is it?" I asked.

She nodded. "The girls around here are uncommonly beautiful, and seem to have bigger than average... endowments, on the average."

I nodded in return. "Yeah, I've noticed. Heard some people say it might be something in the water."

"Really?" she asked. "You believe there to be a scientific explanation for the unlikely attributes of the women in this fair town?

I shrugged. "Who knows for sure. I'm not complaining."

"I'm not either, I was just noting that it was, well, uncommon," Alice said, pokinig helplessly at a Jell-O desert that refused to be punctured.

"Other than noticing uncommon elements, how's Regan Hills High treating you so far? You blending in, or sticking out like new kids do in the movies?" I asked.

"Funny," she said with a voice that said it was anything but. "And it hasn't been bad. The teachers appear competent, and the students seem more focused on dealing with senior year shit than the new girl with the accent. If I had to choose how my day could go, this would be it, so, I'm happy."

"Good. Make any new friends?" I asked.

"Well..." she trailed off, her eyes darting behind me.

"Hey guys!" a perky, bubbly voice I'd know anywhere enthused as it sat down next to me.

"Hey, Brooke," I said to the tiny, energetic blonde with the cute face and bouncing pigtails. As was her personal trademark at school at school, she wore pretty much all hot pink and the girliest fashion imaginable. On a lot of girls it would be irritating, but since it was all part of the Brooke King experience (and I loved the Brooke King experience), I could easily give her a pass.

"Hello, Brooke," Alice said with a warm smile.

"You two know each other?" I asked.

"Totally," Brooke replied. "I caught her lookin' all, like, confused and lonely in science when it came time to pick lab partners, and, like, that wasn't cool, nobody should be alone especially when they were, like, totally new to a place, so we teamed up. Then I found out she's the one we saw move in next door to you, and, like, we got to talking and I think we're, like, friends now!"

"Brooke's rather uncommonly brilliant in the sciences, actually. She's gonna help me catch up to where I ought to be," Alice said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Totally," Brooke giggled, rolling her eyes as if I'd said the most foolish thing in the world. "It's easy stuff, honest, but I'll totally help you out, Alice."

"Thank you," Alice said.

This wasn't the most likely pairing of people I imagined, but when I remembered how easy it was for Brooke to make friends with anybody, I dialed down the surprise a little. That didn't change the complication that came from the fact that these were two girls I had some confused feelings over (while my girlfriend was still half an ocean away), and that I was sitting here sharing lunch with them.

"You know, we should all, like, totally hang out sometime. It'd be fun, show the new girl around, show her how fun Regan Hills can be!" Brooke said.

"Oh, I think I understand how fun Regan Hills can be," Alice said slyly.

"You have? Oh, sweet, you told her about all the hot sex?" Brooke asked me.

"She, uh, kind of figured it out on her own. We're not exactly subtle," I said.

"We're not?" Brooke said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm, come to think of it, we aren't. I get all screamy when I'm horny. Totally no regrets, though."

"You're not terribly subtle, no. Not that I mind. Everybody needs their fun," Alice said.

"Yeah, but if you, like, want to, you should maybe join us sometime? I swear, Ryan and me are, like, totally awesome at sex and we'd be a lot of fun if you wanted to like threesome or just watch us or something," Brooke said.

Alice oh so slightly shifted around in her seat uncomfortably. "Tempting, but I'm... still trying to get my bearings here."

"Oh, yeah, of course, totally," Brooke said. "So, you doin' anything after school, Ryan?"

The way Brooke blinked at me, I knew what she meant. Either she wanted to get back to our regular after school habit of working out ("yoga, pilates and anal" as she put it), or just cutting out the yoga and pilates entirely.

"Actually... yeah, I do. I've got some new tutoring assignments I have to sort out, and I don't know how long that'll take," I said, my eyes darting mournfully down to Brooke's mouthwatering ass, my cock stirring in my pants as it had been doing for quite a while this morning.

"Oh... bummer..." Brooke said, looking genuinely crestfallen.

"My schedule's positively open," Alice said, reaching across the table and patting Brooke's hand. "I'm not the same kind of fun as Ryan, but if you want to show me around, I think you'd make a lovely guide."

Brooke's eyes lit up with the kind of unrestrained joy I was sure only she was capable of. "Do you like shopping?"

"Depends," Alice said, looking Brooke up and down. "This town have any good vintage stores?"

"Not exactly my style, so I dunno, but I'll totally ask Rose; she knows all sorts of places like that!" Brooke said excitedly.

Alice smiled. "Then, yes, I quite enjoy shopping."

Brooke squealed. "Yay! We're gonna shop and order pizza and do each others' hair and maybe make out and sneak a cheap bottle of Trader Joe's wine. We're gonna have, like, the best girl's night ever!"

I looked on Alice gratefully, happy that she was happy to hang out with Brooke. She nodded back at me understandingly, but I could tell that even she found Brooke's energy infectious. These two girls getting along like this, and me having to spend some hours after school here...

Fucking back to school.

***

Though I really wanted to get caught up on what I needed to get caught up on in school, now that everyone was back, I made an effort to swing by the Puma Press newspaper office during my afternoon break in the hopes of finding out that much wasn't needed of me. I'd dropped off a number of interviews to the editor, Nadia Barclay, before Christmas break and was hoping that bought me some extra time so I could get my footing again.

This... wasn't meant to be.

There were only a few people hanging around the offices when I got there, a couple of our graphics design guys messing around on the new computers with Photoshop, and a short-haired brunette that definitively wasn't Nadia.

I was clear. All I had to do was step out the door I'd just opened, head on over to class, and that'd be that.

The brunette had other ideas. Turning to look at me with her big brown eyes, she saw me and called out, "Hey, Ryan! You're on my checklist, come here."

18-year-old Nica Dubois, our paper's new assistant editor. For someone as slender and cute and innocent-looking as she was, she could be remarkably direct, enough to do battle with Nadia.

"Your checklist?" I asked.

"Of things that need to be done while Nadia's out with flu; she says she's sick, I think she just wishes for a longer holiday," Nica said. When she got particularly worked up, the faint traces of her French-Canadian accent popped in, and the way she sounded now I knew she was particularly worked up.

"Nadia? Faking sick?" I asked, dubious.

"Bah, I know it's an impossibility, it's just what it feels like when she leaves this work all to me! I love it and I hate it, 'tis the nature of the media. But I need you for a moment now, a moment later," she said.

"I've got a moment now. Later..." I trailed off.

"Later can be negotiated, now, I've questions that need answers. First of all, I should say good work on those interviews you provided. Good, but not great. You've a ways to go with your interview style and formatting, and journalistic ethics would oblige me to tell you fucking your interview subjects into an orgasm-induced stupor is not advised, but, overall you've good material. I would like some time with you soon so we can sculpt it into something that can be used for the paper, something that Nadia would not complain of. Does that follow?" Nica asked.

Her casual mention of knowing of my sexual exploits didn't even cause the slightest of hiccups in her quickly rattled off speech, something I was grateful for.

"Definitely," I said. "Let me know when works for you."

"Not today, obviously, but soon; give me your number and I shall text you when might work," Nica said.

"Will do," I said, scratching it out on a Post-It and handing it to her.

"And secondly... this one is more personal, but, you and Josie, you two are still a thing, yes?" Nica asked.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"I was hoping that you had some information on when she might be getting back. She is one of our best photographers, and we are at our best when we have our best people, so as you can tell, right now we are not at our best," Nica said.

"That doesn't sound personal, that just sounds, you know, like paper business," I said.

"Ah yes, but Josie has also been assisting me with a personal project that I have been grateful for her help with, hence, that portion of the question," Nica said knowingly.

Okay, that made sense. Curious sense, but also the kind of thing that was between them, so, I shouldn't ask about.

"Ah. Well, short answer is, I don't know and she doesn't know when she gets back, but, I talk with her almost every day; I can let her know that you're looking forward to her help," I said.

Nica smiled. It was a broad, warm smile that I very much liked to see.

"I would be most thankful for that, Ryan," she said.

"My pleasure," I said, turning to make my way for the door.

"That doesn't prevent me from needing your help with the interviews!" Nica called out to me when I grasped the doorknob.

"I know," I grumbled.

"Good that you know, because I intend to put you through the wringer on these until they look good!" Nica taunted.

I grumbled again.

Fucking back to school.

***

The library used to be one of my havens in school, a quiet place where I could hide away from the hustle and bustle of people more popular than me. That had changed since November, however, after I'd had a threesome with the librarian, Mrs. Sullivan, and her slut in training 18-year-old library aide, Marie Halpern, it had taken on more of a haunted house sort of feeling. Not because I had any bad feelings about what happened, no, I had a lot of fun with Mrs. Sullivan and Marie, but because whenever I was in here, I always felt like I was being watched.

Usually, I was right.

Marie had a particular way of stalking the stacks, hiding just out of sight but watching me, ready to pounce. The tiny, platinum blonde girl had the look of a stern librarian most of the time, but when the two of us were on our own she was a freaky, energetic little thing who liked coaxing cum out of my cock almost as much as me making her scream.

As I sat at my table at the end of the first day back after winter break, waiting on my tutoring subjects, I was quite aware that I was being watched like a hawk. It was entirely possible that if I'd been the only student in here, Marie would already be on me, bent over a table with my cock buried deep up her ass. Since I'd spent much of the day semi-hard (and even sex with Mrs. Lynn could only do so much), this wasn't that bad an image to keep in the back of my mind, but it was one I'd rather have pushed away so I could focus on the task at hand and get the hell out of here.

School had ended almost twenty minutes ago, and neither of the two students I was supposed to be tutoring for Mrs. Lynn had showed up. I told myself that I was giving them another fifteen, tops, before heading out and getting Mrs. Lynn up to speed. To tell her I'd tried, and that I'd be happy to tutor students more motivated to actually learn.