Senior Year Memories Ch. 31

"That a fact?" I asked, loving her sweet voice talking such foulness.

"Yes," Brianna nodded, pulling me down for another deep, sultry kiss. This was a kiss that promised all that she had in words and more, and made me sincerely wish we had more time.

Alas, we did not.

Brianna swung the art room door inwards, causing the girl who'd been reaching for it originally to yelp.

"Oh, hi, sorry!" Brianna giggled, walking past the girl.

"It's okay..." the girl said meekly. As soon as Brianna walked past her, I recognized the other girl as 18-year-old Jennifer Cage, a nerdy art student. She had glasses, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and overalls with paint stains on them, and even though she was kinda cute I had to say I was pretty sure she was about as invisible to most of the school as I used to be back at the beginning of the year.

She looked at me with a hint of confusion, maybe even wonder as I passed. Trying for a pleasantry, I said, "Sorry for the scare."

"Uh, don't be..." Jennifer replied with her quiet, mousy voice, before looking up at me and adding. "You should probably go to the bathroom before class and wash your face. You're, you know, glistening?"

To emphasize, Jennifer waved a hand in front of the lower part of her mouth and chin. I brought a hand up to my own chin, almost mirroring her.

Oh shit. Right.

"Thanks!" I exclaimed, jogging down the hall.

All in all, not a bad start to a Monday, at all. Getting to please a hot, sweet girl with huge tits was a pretty good way to start the day, and if that were all the fun I'd have, I'd have been content with the day.

What I was about to find out was that making Brianna cum was only the beginning.

***

The rest of the day went quite well, and only got better at lunch time when I finally got the time to sit down with both Brooke and Josie. If anyone knew that the three of us were in a relationship together, they didn't say anything, but they probably knew something was amiss with a nerd, a bubbly blonde cheerleader dressed all in pink, and the school's reigning goth princess sitting together for lunch.

"Well, your timing was good for once if she didn't walk in on you," Josie said.

"Yeah. Sexy girls, like, have an improbable chance at walkin' in on you when you're doin' it in this school. Great for impromptu threesomes, though," Brooke replied.

"I got lucky," I admitted.

"Actually, I'd say Brianna was the lucky one here," Josie replied.

"I heard that," Brooke replied, holding out her hand to Josie. They performed a quick, elaborate little ritual with their hands, ending with both of them laughing.

"Oh, so you've a secret handshake now?" I asked.

"Yes," Josie replied bluntly.

"Us girlfriends of Ryan and each other gotta, like, have a way of knowin' each other," Brooke replied.

"Damn straight," Josie replied.

Brooke's eyes widened and she almost shrieked giddily. "Speakin' of which! We gotta talk about recruitment and expansion of the whole throuple thing we got going on!"

"Still don't like the word throuple," Josie replied.

"Well if we add someone else into the mix, it wouldn't be a throuple anymore, would it? And you totally wouldn't have to hear it anymore from me!" Brooke exclaimed.

Josie looked at her wide-eyed. "I hate it when you make this kind of sense."

"And you love it!" Brooke replied.

"I'm not saying I don't," Josie admitted.

"I'm not saying *I* love it. Aren't we just figuring out how to make this... trio, work?" I said, trying to find a better word than throuple. A tingle went up the back of my neck, the distinct feeling that there were eyes on me. I quickly looked over my shoulder in search of them, but couldn't be sure who it was in this crowded lunch room.

"Oh yeah, totally, but, this is for, like, dreaming, like, a fantasy football thing but for girls we'd like to bring into our fold and fuck and kiss and love and all that, and we totally don't have to do anything right away I think, just once we've got everything figured out and that's only if we really want to try anything. Give it a month or three and we'll, like, be ready for expansion, and when we're ready I just wanted to, like, have some prospects in mind," Brooke said.

"Again with the logic," Josie replied.

"I think you wanna say that I'm totally incorrigible," Brooke said, blinking cutely at Josie.

"You're totally something, I'll say that," Josie admitted.

I interrupted, "Not that I'm fully on board or anything, but it sounds like you had some ideas?"

"Well..." Brooke trailed off, twirling one of her pigtails around her finger, "I was thinking, like, I'd be totally fucking remiss if I didn't throw Alice out first being that's how we all decided to kick things off."

"I like Alice," Josie admitted, "but I don't know her that well. Ryan?"

"Are we actually talking about this?" I asked.

"Yes," Josie replied.

I sighed. I didn't want to be pro-conning the women I liked with the women I loved, but if that's what we were doing, I was going to be honest. "We all like Alice. She's nice, and smart, and a lot of fun, and really hot, but there's definite room to get to know her more, for all of us."

"Much as I love what she does with my cunt, I gotta agree. Keep her as a maybe, though?" Brooke proposed.

"Sure," Josie replied.

"Cool, 'cause then I got another name: Kaitlyn," Brooke proposed.

Josie wrinkled her nose. Brooke asked, "Not a big fan of Kaitlyn?"

"I'm not a big Kaitlyn fan," Josie replied. Not a lot of people were. Though Kaitlyn and I were friends when we were much younger, until recently she'd been one of the biggest bitches at Regan Hills High School. We'd only reconnected once she seduced me in an attempt to get out of tutoring, and instead of an easy way out, we'd not only rekindled our friendship but found a way for her to ease up some from her mean girl ways. True, she was definitely still a bitch, but the kind of bitch who was fun to be around.

"But she should get some points for discovering Ryan for all of us, and she's been waaaaaaaay less of a bitch this year than usual. Some good dick from a nicer class of guy than she's used to has been good for her," Brooke said.

Josie grumbled. "I concede this point, however begrudgingly."

"Yeah... if we can't all agree on someone wholeheartedly, maybe we should table that name for now?" I suggested.

"Then I've got a name I think might pass," Josie said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Sarah Kent," Josie suggested.

Brooke's eyes lit up. "Sarah Kent? I frickin' love Sarah! She's so cute and nice and sexy and a really good lay and I totally forgot you were friends first and we should all get together and have fun with her sometime even if she doesn't want to be all our girlfriend because holyfuckingshitballs that would be, like, totally amazing!!!"

I thought fondly of Sarah Kent, the petite, former band geek and current cheerleader. I'd watched her come into her own a lot since Josie introduced me to her as one of her friends a few months back, and I really did like her. I knew that both Josie and Brooke knew her and liked her, and she was one of my favorite people to hang around.

"I like Sarah," I admitted, "but she's on a bit of a self-discovery journey at the moment, figuring out her identity after making such a huge change? I wouldn't want to change her course in a stage like this. New relationships can change everything."

"Truth," Josie admitted. "But if we were to expand our group, I think we should at least make the offer and let her choose rather than speculating on what she might or might not want?"

"Also fair," I replied.

Brooke squealed. "See? This is how people should talk about things! I fucking love this relationship. I love you guys."

Josie smiled, squeezing Brooke's shoulder affectionately. "Love ya too, Blondie."

Sweetly, Brooke pecked Josie on the cheek. "Good. 'cause I got more names to throw out! Like, I know this'll totally sound crazy, but how about..."

There it was, that feeling of being watched again.

I scanned the busy cafeteria again, and though there were definitely some eyes on us, these weren't the ones I felt. It was a strange instinct, knowing that I was being watched, but one I'd become accustomed to around here.

Ever since Kaitlyn had started spreading the word about me, a lot of the girls at school had been eying me differently.

Ever since Mrs. Lynn had let slip what we'd been doing to her book club, most of the teachers had started watching me as well.

It was rough to pick out one pair of eyes among many, but as I finally drifted my eyes toward the nearest wall, I finally knew whose eyes I'd felt.

Mrs. Wanda Harker, our school's 28-year-old drama teacher, was hanging flyers for auditions for the school's spring musical. It was more a formality than anything else, everyone knew that she'd mostly cherry-pick people from her almost cult-like drama club, but she walked with a supreme confidence that had a way of drawing the attention of every boy and a large number of girls. She had a commanding presence and had a way about her that made it feel like she thought she owned the place, with deep brown eyes and a sultry voice that could terrify just as easily as arouse.

With her jaw-dropping curves, though, she could've owned the place if she wanted to. A pale woman with shortly bobbed, jet-black hair and lips painted ruby red, she dressed conservatively enough in a long-sleeved purple blouse and a knee-length black skirt that might almost make her look a normal and completely respectable teacher. That she had very likely the biggest tits I'd ever seen (and I'd seen some very, very big ones), and an ass to match on her otherwise tight frame made her look more like a piece of exaggerated pinup art from a World War II bomber's nosecone than a human being who could possibly exist in reality. Her legs, while not long, looked firm and confident in her dark stockings. This was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and she wanted our eyes on her, knowing that we couldn't touch her even though we all wanted to.

I'd overheard her talking about what she'd do to me if she'd gotten the chance last Friday, and... well, I couldn't say I was uninterested in her imagination, but the part of me that still believed in a rational world that worked on rules I used to knew felt that was an impossibility.

And yet, there she was putting up the flyers, her eyes darting to me with a piercing gaze. Not for terribly long, not to distract from the fact that she was keeping busy with her task, but when they locked onto mine, I felt like she was not just looking at me but into me. It was a fairly intimidating gaze, almost as intimidating as she was, but it had its own allure.

"Ryan?"

"Ryan?"

"Earth to Ryan!"

"Awww, he's just looking at Mrs. Harker, like, don't blame him, she's stacked!"

"I've got eyes too, and I know he's not wrong, but..."

Josie snapped her fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

"Huh, uh, wha?" I said.

"I know our school's fair drama teacher is more than fairly hypnotic, but we've gotta talk about tonight," Josie replied.

"Tonight?" I said, everything coming back to me slowly.

"Yeah. Movie night?" Josie said.

"Movie night?" I said, trying to remember what words were.

"Wow, Ryan looks like he really got the whammy dropped on him," Brooke said, looking over at Mrs. Harker. "I get it."

Oh, right, movie night!

"Right!" I exclaimed. "You're both down?"

"Totally," Brooke replied, now a little hypnotized by Mrs. Harker herself.

"I'm in," Josie replied. "We gotta get Brooke here properly introduced into some horror movies."

"I know *some* scary movies, I'm not, like, a total virgin," Brooke said.

"You and the word virgin haven't been familiar with each other for a while," Josie quipped.

"Darn tootin'!" Brooke replied gleefully, exchanging another of their trademark secret handshakes.

"But they still scare you?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation back on course.

"Eh, a little. I just need... you know, some work? I'm not a total fraidy-cat, but I watch a lot through my fingers. And a pillow fort, should one be provided," Brooke said.

Josie and I had initially bonded and become friends over our mutual love for horror movies, and knowing this, Brooke said she was willing to dip her toes in and maybe give them a try. I knew she had something of a stomach for it with how readily she jumped in to help out on Halloween, but clearly it was one we needed to develop.

"We'll start you off easy," I said.

"Hellraiser?" Josie suggested.

"A... uh, little easier than that. I was thinking some horror comedies and working our way out from there?" I replied.

Josie rolled her eyes. "Fine, let's go into the shallow end."

"I like the shallow end, it's an easy entry point into any new discipline of study. And in a pool it's way easier to stand in so you can fuck," Brooke replied, squeezing my hand gratefully.

It was a nice moment between Brooke and me, and Josie's wry smile told me that her ribbing Brooke was all in good humor. It was a sweet moment, one that could've lasted forever and left me a very happy man.

The hand slapping a piece of paper down on the table next to me, though, was an intense interruption.

"B-FUCKING-MINUS, BITCHES!" Jess Garza proudly proclaimed. The 18-year-old Latina skater was one of my tutoring subjects, and dressed in her usual hoodie, knit cap and torn jeans, she disguised quite well how surprisingly hot she was. The one thing she didn't disguise, though, was her lack of boundaries, sliding onto the bench next to me.

"B-minus?" I asked. "Nice!"

"B-minus is nice?" Josie asked.

"Fuck yeah, it is!" Jess shot back.

"Like, then, congratulations!" Brooke replied, gently kicking Josie beneath the table.

"Thanks!" Jess exclaimed, playfully punching me in the shoulder. "I owe it to Ryan here. Guy's a miracle worker as a tutor, and if it wasn't for him this history quiz wouldn't have this beautiful B-minus on it!"

"You did the work," I replied.

"Yeah, but you motivated me. And your motivation got me a B-fucking-minus! Now I'm gonna try for even higher before the month's out, and it's gonna happen," Jess replied.

"What happens at the end of the month?" Josie asked, amused. I'd already told her of the arrangement Jess and I had made, but I think she wanted to tease it out of Jess.

"Oh, Ryan didn't tell ya?" Jess proclaimed proudly. "If I get my grades in History up by the end of January, me and him are gonna fuck! And the way I'm goin, I'm gonna get some!"

Proudly, Jess pulled me in and kissed me on the cheek, before jumping out of her seat and running across the cafeteria.

"B-FUCKING-MINUS!" Jess shouted proudly as she ran.

"Jessica, slow down and ease up on the profanity!" one of the lunchroom monitors called after her.

"Why should I do that when I got a B-FUCKING-MINUS! I'M GONNA BE SMARTER, BITCHES!" she shouted, darting out of the room to a fair bit of laughs and cheers.

Looking on at her departure, I said, "I really want to think she's cheering purely for the thrill and satisfaction of academic accomplishment."

"I honestly think some of it was," Josie replied.

"Yeah, but the rest was Ryan's cock," Brooke replied.

"That was my thinking," I replied. "Still, success is success."

"Yup!" Brooke replied perkily.

Looking at both of my girlfriends with a feeling of great love, I couldn't have been happier. Josie Wong, Brooke King and I might have been three of the most different people at Regan Hills High School, but deep down it really felt like we were made for each other.

Damn was I having a good day!

"So," I said, leaning onto the table. "Let's talk movie night..."

***

The rest of the school day wasn't nearly as fun as talking about movie night with my girlfriends, but it was mercifully brief, so it had that going for it. The entire senior class got out of our second-to-last period early to be taken to the auditorium for an assembly about what we were going to do with our lives after we graduated from Regan Hills High School. Since I already had a reasonable idea of what I was going to do, this assembly didn't really interest me terribly much, but hey, I wasn't going to complain about getting out of class early.

Especially when I had such wonderful voices whispering in my ear while we all filed down the hallway toward the auditorium.

"Tell me, Ryan, do you know what you want to do with your life?" she asked.

I smiled. "I've got a fair idea, but not entirely. Isn't that half the adventure?"

"Ah, so the brave acolyte of Odysseus will continue to wander the Mediterranean with knowledge of his one, far-off goal, but will allow the winds and whims of the gods to determine his course until the day he finds his ultimate destination?" she proposed.

"Not quite. I'd use Google Maps to get there sooner, and then figure out what I wanted to do with my life from the comfort of home," I said.

She laughed. "And what of the 108 suitors?"

This gave me pause. "Hadn't thought about them."

"Few do," she replied. "You better think about such obstacles in life, lest you find yourself in a position you can't fuck your way out of."

Once we all stopped in line outside of the auditorium, I turned so I could finally get a good look at Dakota Lewis. The usually icy cheer captain held a wry, amused smile that lit up her face in a way I quite liked. With a tall, lean body dressed in a preppy-chic pearl necklace, sweater and knee-length skirt, her shoulder-length brown hair pulled back by a hairband, she looked like she was ready to run for office. While most people in school were afraid of her, I liked her, and not just because we'd had some pretty crazy sex at the cheerleaders New Year's orgy. She was hands down one of the smartest and most self-aware girls I knew, and once you got through the barriers she put up to be feared and respected, was actually a lot of fun to be around.

Admittedly, our flirtations based around classical texts were unconventional, but we could make it work.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said.

"See that you do. The world is a more interesting place with you in it, Ryan, and I'd hate to see what might happen should you screw anything up and somehow anger Poseidon," Dakota replied. Though there was a distinct tone of joking to her words, I knew that it wasn't all a joke to her either. I'd only put some thought to my future, but with my future creeping up on me on a daily basis, I couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

"Thanks," I said. "Way to make my day more serious."

"Oh, don't tell me that I ruined a good day," Dakota chided.

"Ruined? No," I said.

"But it was definitely negatively affected?" Dakota replied.

"Maybe," I admitted.

"It wasn't my intention," she replied. "I have a difficult time remembering sometimes that not everybody is as precise in their lives as I am. We all must live our lives as we see fit, and enjoy what we can while it's available, for life is not all sunshine and rainbows. Would it make matters simpler if I just told you why I sought you out today?"

Alright, it seemed safe enough to bite. "Why did you come looking for me?"

She leaned in close enough to whisper in my ear. "Because I know that neither of us truly needs the banalities they'll be talking about in there, and I am well and truly horny, and no, this is not just me trying to improve your day. I would like, very much, to escape with you and find a nice, quiet place where the two of us can fuck like crazy and where we can use our considerable skills and sexual compatibility to give me at least two screaming orgasms and you to fill me with cum wherever you please. Does it sound like something you would enjoy doing?"

This wasn't one of those questions that required a lot of debate. "Yes. Got any nice, quiet place in mind?"