Senior Year Memories Ch. 32

"I dunno, I've been with a lot of girls, a lot who think they're the best and they can fuck me the hardest, and they've delivered..." I said.

"Maybe, and maybe if you sit down and rank us I won't top out, but right now isn't that ranking time, right now it's you and me, and I've got you buried in my cunt, and I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure you don't forget me... you're not gonna forget this body... my dirty fucking mouth, my perfect fucking cunt, and this ass that'll swallow anything you give it whole... I'm gonna milk you dry until you're spewing cum deep inside of me, and then I'm gonna suck out even more because I'm just that good," she groaned, disentangling herself from the straps so she could drop down on me. She still rode me hard, but now dropped one hand to work over her clit, while another squeezed her right tit.

Jess wanted to get off. That was comforting, since I was damn close myself. We would cum together pretty soon, that much was obvious, and when we did it would be hard.

I groaned as she squeezed me, and Jess smiled. "You like that, huh? You like being squeezed dry in my tight Latin cunt, huh? Tired of all the white bread sex you get around this school when you could've had the real best in me. So why don't you do it? Why don't we do this together... why don't you just fucking cum for me, make me scream and make me cum and fill me up until we're both a nice, juicy, sweaty mess... do it, Ryan, cum for me... cum in my tight, hot cunt... cum for me... cum for the best..."

She was almost whispering at this point, and I was almost beyond words with her... fuck she was hot. She was so damn hot and I was so fucking horny, and both of us were so close to the edge. I thought it would've taken an act of god at this point to stop me from cumming.

Instead, all it took was someone pounding on the outside of the van.

"GARZA! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE AND I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" a harsh, female voice yelled out.

Jess' eyes went wide, and this time not in a good way. "Oh, shit! It's Officer Brandy!"

"Officer Brandy? Like school security Officer Brandy?" I asked, fear flooding my body.

"Yup. My archnemesis," Jess said as she climbed off of me. I let out a disappointed whine at my orgasm being prevented, but fear has a way of helping you reprioritize fast. I didn't know much about Officer Brandy and hadn't even seen her on campus, but had heard rumors that she was one to watch out for.

"DAMMIT, GARZA, I TOLD YOU NEVER TO PULL THIS SHIT AGAIN!" Officer Brandy exclaimed, pounding on the side of the van. "GET OUT OF THERE AND MAKE THIS EASIER ON YOURSELF!"

"We're in trouble?" I asked, getting a sinking feeling in my gut.

"I've been in trouble before. We don't have to stay in this kind of trouble," Jess said, heading to the driver's seat and turning off the music. While I'd started getting dressed, she didn't seem to feel under that same obligation.

"How?" I asked.

"I've got a plan," she said, turning the engine on and immediately sending the van jolting backward. I could hear Officer Brandy shouting outside, but it didn't sound like she was in any danger, more like she was exceptionally pissed with Jess. Jess turned the van around and drove away quickly, hastily looking at her mirrors. I was rolling around the back, falling around the mattress and holding on for dear life as I desperately tried to get dressed.

Jess frantically drove us away for a few minutes, not stopping, not looking back.

After it didn't seem like it was going to end, I carefully crawled up toward her.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I've got stuff in here she can't find," she said, motioning back toward the bongs. "Can you get me a shirt?"

I found her shirt and gave it to her. Skillfully, she pulled it on over her head as if she'd done this plenty of times before.

"And now she won't find it because you ran away? That's your plan?" I asked.

"It's worked before! Better to run away and get in trouble for ditching school than getting caught for bringing drugs to school, right?" Jess asked.

She had a point. "So... we've ditched school?"

"I can circle around, let you back in when you're dressed," Jess said, looking back at me with concern. I felt touched by the offer, but that wasn't something I could accept. She was having a great day, and I couldn't let her be in trouble.

"I'm not going to leave you alone," I said.

"I can take care of myself," she replied.

"I know, but I've seen you through things this far... I'll take care of this," I said.

"How?" Jess asked, looking both worried and a little relieved.

I didn't have a good answer for her, but an idea quickly formed. "I might have a plan too..."

***

There was once a time when I used to fear getting in trouble more than anything else. I didn't want to be the guy who broke rules and got in trouble like everyone else, so I toed the line as well as I could. While I still tried to do that these days, it only took the occasional sexual encounter at school or with a married woman to guarantee that my days of 100% following the rules were long behind me.

And so, as much as I tried to follow the rules, I wasn't as nervous about breaking them as I used to be. Back at the beginning of the year, I'd have been freaking out like crazy if someone had dragged me along with them outside the school. Now, I was thinking of plans to avoid both of us getting in trouble.

It involved having friends in both high and low places; I could provide the high, Jess could provide the low.

I had made enough friends of teachers this year that it wasn't difficult to call in a few favors and get a grapevine among them started by Mrs. Lynn, Mrs. Addams and even Mrs. Harker. I'd earned enough goodwill that I could ask them to vouch for both Jess and me, and inform the rest of Jess and my teachers for the day that we were to be marked as "in". This wasn't a card that I could play often, but it seemed a good moment to use it. Combined with messages to Brooke and Josie begging them to pick up both of our homework for the rest of the day, Jess and I were pretty well covered.

Then, so we wouldn't get busted by anyone that Officer Brandy was likely to call, we needed a place to lie low until school let out. With Jess' van not exactly being subtle, we couldn't just drive around until day's end or hide at either of our places. And so, we wound up driving to an apartment complex on the other side of the local community college that might've looked new and clean sometime back in the late 1960s.

"So, what's her name?" I asked as we walked through the complex.

"Lana. Lana Granger. She's cool, mostly," Jess said.

"And she's your weed dealer?" I asked.

"Yup," Jess replied.

"You do know weed's legal in this state now, right?" I said.

"Yeah, but... why spend full price when you can pay less? Lana's a college student, works at a dispensary and manages to get her hands on a fair bit that's 'fallen off the back of a truck' that she sells on the side. It's not always the best quality, but it's a good price. Gets the job done. She's an amazing baker, too, so good, even when it doesn't have bud in it. And I've done enough favors for her that she's always a solid crash house," Jess explained.

Though this sounded like it could get dicey, it could have been a lot worse.

"And what do you mean by she's mostly cool?" I asked.

"Well... she's from Texas originally, moved out here because, you know, legal weed, and she's high almost as often as she isn't, so, she can get a little... interesting... sometimes," Jess explained. We walked up a set of outside stairs to the apartment complex's second floor, overlooking a pool that was well past needing some landscaping on the plants that surrounded it, but with otherwise clean-looking water.

"Sometimes?" I asked.

We walked up to a door, and Jess knocked on it. She explained, "Well, kinda all the time. But it's always fun, I swear!"

We stood waiting at the door for a good long while, me feeling more nervous by the moment as we were out in the open. The few people we'd seen around the complex barely looked interested enough, and surely we weren't the oddest people to ever come to Lana's door, but...

Jess knocked again, louder and more insistently. I could hear movement inside, a faint voice saying, "Coming, I'm coming, keep your tits on" before the telltale sound of a number of locks being undone hit my ears, and the door swung open.

"Hiya, Jess!" the woman I took to be Lana said in what was a lazy, somewhat faded Southern drawl. She was short at about 5'4" and petite, a slender young woman in her early 20s. Her skin was pale and quite freckled, especially on her pointed, pixieish face that went well with the long, wavy red hair that cascaded down to her lower back. Time in the sun had faded much of its lustrousness to a pale strawberry blonde, but with her freckles, big blue eyes and paleness she was no doubt a real redhead. She greeted us barefoot at the door in cutoff jeans so short they barely covered her nice round butt, a faded, tight tank top that showed off her small B-cups (and that she wasn't wearing a bra either), and I kid you not, wearing an honest to god cowboy hat.

Jess' description began to make sense.

"Hey, Lana. Is James in?" Jess asked.

"James? Naw, he's in classes 'til real late," Lana clarified, smiling lazily.

"James?" I whispered to Jess.

"Lana's fiancée, he's kind of a dick," Jess whispered quickly to me.

"Awww, he's a sweetie-pie, he just doesn't understand a lot of the finer points in life," Lana said, waving us inside her place. It was a small, one bedroom apartment, with a cramped living room to one side, kitchen to the other, and a small hallway that no doubt led toward the bathroom and bedroom. With a perpetual hint of weed in the air and a TV blaring cartoons, this was... well, pretty much exactly what I expected, actually.

"Like pot?" I suggested.

"Yeah! How'd you know?" Lana asked, her smile stretching into a wide and goofy grin.

"Lucky guess," I said.

"So, you're sure we're okay to hang out here for a few hours?" Jess asked.

"Oh, yeah, definitely, mi casa es su casa and... yeah, that's how it goes," Lana said, looking around confused. "Got a bunch of baked goodies in the fridge, and drinks, just don't eat anything wrapped in the blue cellophane, that's... that's special..."

"Got it," I replied.

"Hey, I'm gonna use the bathroom," Jess said, pulling me down for a kiss. "And don't think I've forgotten where we left off."

It was kind of hard to forget where we'd left off. My balls were still swollen with need after what we'd done in the van, and even the slightest touch of her lips was enough to get me fully hard again. I shuffled around uncomfortably, readjusting myself as she walked down the short hall.

"Well ain't you two just so damn cute. Grab a seat, lemme bend your ear while she does her business!" Lana said in her cute drawl, motioning for me to sit on the couch. I did as suggested, taking a seat on one end while she grabbed the opposite side of the couch, both of us sitting facing the TV. The cartoons were brightly colored and nonsensical, but at least they were muted.

She picked up a ceramic pipe from the ash tray on the coffee table before us and tilted a lighter into it, igniting the material inside before lifting it to her lips for a long inhale. She held it in for a while, before exhaling, a rather pleased look crossing her face.

"Oh, where are my manners?" she said, offering me the pipe. "I got some edibles too, if that's more your speed."

My experiences with marijuana were limited, but not wholly negative back when Tori and I used to hang out. I didn't like the taste, and smoking felt like I was inhaling a brushfire, but it kicked in faster and didn't fuck me up nearly as much as edibles did. Figuring I hadn't much to lose at this point, I accepted the pipe and took a hit. It definitely burned going in, but I held on as long as I could before letting go in a heavy coughing fit.

Lana giggled. "Don't smoke much?"

Coughing, I handed the pipe back to her and asked, "How'd you guess?"

"Oh, I got an eye for these things!" she said, taking another deep inhale. She passed the pipe to me, and though I wasn't looking forward to the burning, I knew the buzz would be worth it. I pulled in a breath and held it with the greatest effort, and then...

Well, then I was swimming. It was very, very nice, actually. Anything resembling worry had gone away, and I just couldn't stop smiling. It was a wonderful, silly place to be, and though movement felt like one of the hardest things in the world, it felt pretty wonderful to be on the couch.

And maybe it was that and a mix of being horny, but I had to say that Lana was looking pretty good, too, in a white-trashy sort of way.

"So... Jess tells me you go to college?" I asked.

"Yup," Lana said without elaboration.

"What do you study?" I asked.

"Oh, uh, yeah, right!" Lana replied, giggling. "Business. It sounds soooooooooo, fun, I know, but I'll be really good at it. That's how James and I met, he's so cute, and he's in marketing. Put the two of us together, bam, good sex, and we'll run a solid business or two or six, I'd say."

"Lemme guess... dispensaries?" I asked.

Lana laughed. "If I have my way."

"Will you?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Who knows. Let's see how things go after we're married. Even though it doesn't make a lotta sense with our majors, he's more the money guy, I'm more the idea one... but I think I can get him to think like me better then."

From my limited relationship experience, I had my doubts that that was how things worked, but since she might've thought differently of things when she was sober, I wasn't going to say anything about it.

"So, Jess tells me that you're tutoring her in... something?" Lana asked, frowning in confusion.

"Something, yeah," I said, my words seemed to swim from my mouth slowly in a way that took my mind a moment to catch up with. It reminded me of what I both liked and didn't like about weed, but landed more on the liking it side as I just couldn't stop smiling.

"Whatever it is, you got her real proud. Like, Jess is cool, and she's usually happy, but you got her, like real happy. She says ya made her smarter. I think you just brought out the smart that was already there. That's pretty darn cool to see," Lana said, reaching for a bag of candy on the table. She quickly scooped a few gummy worms into her mouth and began to chew.

"I'm happy to see her happy, she worked really hard," I said.

Lana giggled. "But that's not the only thing that's hard, right?"

I shifted in my seat. I really couldn't hide how hard I was, so after a moment of attempted readjustment, I decided that I didn't need to readjust. "Yeah, Jess and I were... interrupted at school."

"Oh, you guys didn't finish? That's so fucked up," Lana said, her voice a little sad.

"It's alright," I said.

"No, it's not alright! Jess is so cool, and so fun, and you... I don't know you, but she talks about you real good, she really likes ya so you gotta be sweet and cool and all that, and she says you're hung like a horse... you're hung like a horse, right?" Lana asked.

My tongue was apparently rather loose from the weed, as I acknowledged, "I got a pretty big dick."

"Really, how big?" Lana said, deeply curious.

"Big," I said, with no small amount of pride.

"Can I see it?" Lana asked as if it was the most natural question in the world.

"Aren't you, like, engaged?" I asked, trying to shake my head clear and finding that thoroughly difficult to do.

Lana twisted a ring around her finger, but her smile was still goofy. "Yeah, but he ain't here now, and you are, and it's not often a girl gets to see a dick like what I hear you're packing. And if that's all it is, a little show-but-don't-tell... I won't tell him if you don't."

In my stoned mind, that sounded like as good a logic as any, and with her looking so cute and expectant, it would've felt pretty bad to say no to her.

So, I didn't. I undid my belt and unzipped my jeans, then fished my cock out of my pants and let it stand at attention. Though I'd cleaned Jess off of me already, I'd been so hard off and on during our flight over here that I was already leaking copious precum.

Lana's jaw dropped when she saw it. "Wow!"

"I know," I replied.

"I mean... that's huge!" she exclaimed.

"I know," I repeated.

"I mean... fuck, that's bigger around than my wrist, and those balls, man those are some nice-sized balls... you must cum like a fountain," she said.

"I do," I admitted, having my fun exposing myself to this college student as she practically drooled over me.

"I mean... how do you even fit that inside a lady, that's just... wow..." Lana said, in a kind of awe that couldn't help but fill me with pride. My cock twitched, and if it were capable of growing any more, it might have under her appreciative gaze.

"With difficulty, but it's a really fun kind of difficulty," Jess said, reentering the room. Without needing any prompting, she grabbed Lana's pipe and took a puff of weed, holding it in for a long moment before exhaling. Her face almost instantly relaxed.

"But you guys didn't finish? You should really finish. Finishing's good for you and healthy and all sorts of fun. Use my bedroom. You guys can, like, fuck and get it all out of you what you need to get out but couldn't get out earlier and, it'll be fun," Lana said, lingering on each word as if it were part of a truly profound, world-changing speech.

I was definitely in need of a good cum. I looked up at Jess and asked, "You wanna?"

"I wanna," she said without any hesitation, grabbing me by the wrist and helping me stand. I wasn't sure my feet would carry me, but we only had to make it down a hall, right? With my cock already out and leading the way, that didn't sound too hard to me, not one bit, no sirree... (Okay, maybe I wasn't that great with weed after all)

Without much prompting, Jess took my cock in hand and practically used it as a leash to guide me down the hall. She stopped, only briefly, to turn back to Lana.

"You wanna watch, don't you?" Jess asked.

"I don't need to watch," Lana said, noncommittal and giggly.

"You don't need to, but you wanna? It's not like the first time you've ever seen me do it; you always wanna watch the sex that goes down here," Jess said.

Lana frowned comically, but that frown soon turned into her big, goofy smile. "Yeah, I wanna watch. I mean, it's like porn, only better!"

"You want her to watch?" Jess asked me.

"Oh, yeah," I said.

"Good," Jess said, kissing me sweetly. "Come on, Lana, I don't know if we're up for showy, but you get to watch us fuck."

"I am soooooooo gonna be masturbating to you two," Lana promised, getting up on unsteady feet and wobbling toward us eagerly.

"Why am I not surprised?" Jess replied with a laugh, guiding me into Lana's bedroom.

Jess easily shed her clothes as we walked down the short hall, and though I wasn't nearly as graceful or experienced of stripping while walking and a little high, when we both reached the bedroom in the nude, I wasn't in a position to complain. Not when I had Jess naked again, and not when we were both desperate to finish what we'd started. The bedroom matched the rest of the apartment, small and dim, oddly decorated and smelling of weed, but with a king-sized bed in the middle it looked about as close as you could get to the promised land.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I embraced Jess and made out with her, crushing our naked bodies against each other as our hands roamed, exploring and caressing, squeezing and just having all sorts of delicious fun. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Lana taking a seat in an old, worn chair in the corner of the room, unbuttoning the front of her cutoffs as she watched the two of us go at it.