Senior Year Memories Ch. 41

Our school had a fair number of sports teams and clubs that covered a variety of special interests, and instantly I found myself hoping that I wouldn't be assigned to one of the sports teams. Peter aside, I'd done a good job avoiding most of the school's jocks, and hoped I could keep it that way through graduation.

Though, I could do worse than being assigned to the girl's swim team...

Ignoring my staring off into space and fantasizing, Nadia continued, "I want you to be one of those writers."

"So, you're saying I'm one of your best?" I asked, looking, and feeling, a little smug.

"You know you're one of my best, and don't pretend otherwise," Nadia said, smirking some herself. "There were a number of places I could have put you, but after putting my feelers out there, I actually got a special request from a faculty advisor for you to cover their club, and after a little further digging, I've decided that it would be an excellent place to put you."

This made me raise an eyebrow, though I couldn't for the life of me be certain *who* she meant. I'd gotten to know a number of my teachers rather intimately this year, so was unable to truly narrow things down.

"Who am I covering?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Fighting a hint of distaste in her voice that would soon make more sense to me, Nadia continued, "Ryan Collins... I regret to inform you that, for the month of March, I'm going to be embedding you with..."

She paused for dramatic effect, waiting for me to lean in. Still curious, I indulged her and did precisely that.

Smirking, Nadia finished, "...the drama club."

Well, wasn't this an interesting development? When it came to school events, the Puma Press and drama club had always been something like rivals. At homecoming, fundraisers, and of course this year's Halloween Scream carnival, we were usually competing with each other to see who could get the most money. Nadia in particular seemed to always have it out for them, so the look of amusement on her face was curious, to say the least. Honestly, aside from knowing some of the drama kids as running a little intense, I had nothing against them other than Puma Press pride, and had spent my fair share of time screwing the drama teacher, Mrs. Wanda Harker, who had once told me she might need me as a helper with the coming year.

It seemed that promise I made to her might be about to come due.

Clearing my throat and crossing my legs to keep the erection Josie had given me at bay, I asked, "Is that so?"

Behind Nadia, Josie restrained some quiet laughter at Nadia being forced to in any way play with the drama club. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to join her, but I also didn't want to give Josie away.

"It is so," Nadia replied. "Mrs. Harker asked Mr. Hopkins personally if you would be up for covering the pre-production of the spring musical. Isn't that right Mr. Hopkins?"

Our faculty advisor, Mr. Hopkins stuck his middle-aged, balding head out of the office. "Whatever she said, that's right!"

He disappeared just as quickly.

"I'm sure there's a story to it that I'd want to hear off school grounds..." Nadia said, a hint of mischief curling the edges of her smile. "...but apparently Mrs. Harker wanted to give you 'special access' to the show as it develops. Apparently, she credits you with removing some of the obstacles that were hindering the musical's progress, and wants to thank you by giving us behind-the-scenes access. I'm sure that this is all self-promotion on her part, but... it could certainly make an interesting article, wouldn't you agree?"

I didn't have to think about this very long. "I'll agree to that."

"Good," she replied, standing up from the table. "She wants a quick meeting with you after school to touch base, but from there, I wish you luck. I want you to check in with me every few days, give me your notes, tell me of the progress, share all the hot gossip from the drama kids that I can use to my advantage, the usual."

We both shared a chuckle at her joke, but I stood up with her and prepared to head out. "I'll make you proud, chief."

"I knew you would... now, I know I've held you here long enough, I don't want to take up too much of your time. Surely you must be hungry..."

I looked to see that Josie had also joined us in standing up... and fuck did she look good today. Her long black coat was open, showing off her tight black tank top that beautifully molded to her D-cup tits and dark cutoff shorts that looked painted onto her immaculate ass. She pursed her black-painted lips at me, then smiled with dark, delicious intent.

I answered Nadia. "Yeah, I could eat..."

***

I may have been on my knees in that closet next to Mrs. Lynn's class, and my lunch may still have remained untouched in my backpack, but that didn't mean I wasn't eating.

Bracing her hands against a shelf of cleaning supplies, Josie groaned. "Fuck, Ryan!!! Keep eating my goddamn ass!!! FUCK!"

I obliged her this humble request, burying my face between her bare ass cheeks as I thrust my tongue in and out of her tight, delicious asshole. Josie's coat, shorts and panties were on the floor, her tank top pulled just above her big, bare tits.

I pulled my face out of her ass for just a moment. "Really gotta be quiet here... if Mrs. Lynn's in her room-"

"Then the slut'll get one hell of a show..." Josie groaned, pushing my face into her ass again, before she quickly added, "If you're listening, no offense, Mrs. Lynn!"

I'd have laughed if my mouth weren't so full. I kept my mouth right where it was, worshipping Josie's ass for the utter work of art it was while I quickly stroked my cock, spreading precum in preparation for what was to come. In all the time I'd known them, I had to acknowledge that Josie and Brooke were probably the two biggest anal whores I knew, though it was hard awarding a true champion in that contest. At the moment, though, Josie's big, round ass was edging out a lead, but I was probably biased.

"God... that's it... keep eating my ass, keep eating me, fuck, give me that tongue... give me everything..." Josie groaned, reaching between her legs with one hand to furiously rub her clit. "I want it... I want it all... fuck, I want you..."

Grabbing a handful of my hair, Josie pulled my head from her ass and said, "Give me that cock, Ryan..."

While sex with Brooke this morning may have been sweet playfulness, with Josie, there was only a brutal need. The two of us had always had something hot and direct like this, and knowing exactly what she wanted, and how to deliver it, got me truly fucking horny.

I stood up behind Josie, pressing my cock against her reasonably lubed asshole, then pushed it inside of her. She looked up at me, grimacing and moaning pleasurably as I violated her asshole, not stopping until I had every inch buried inside of her. Those black-painted lips of hers opened in soft ecstasy, her eyes boring into mine as I violated her tight, beautiful hole.

The moment I'd sunk all the way inside of her, we kissed deeply. It was a brief moment of intimacy in this dirty exchange, a slow, hot kiss, which we soon broke. Then, staring into her eyes, I began to fuck her ass.

Hard.

"Goddamn... fuck, how'd I go more than a week without this?" I grunted, reaching around and squeezing her bare tits.

"I dunno, man... that's really your problem, though, isn't it?" she laughed. "You gotta spend all your time with the MILFs, then recovering from the MILFs... even throwing in a quickie with the pizza girl-"

"Not a quickie," I corrected, slapping Josie on the ass.

Josie bit her lip to hold back a yelp. "Fine... not a quickie... but here you were, doing all that shit, when you could've been fucking your hot, slutty girlfriends in their amazing asses... and every other hole, really... god, like that, keep going, harder, right there... yeah, fuck that's good cock..."

"And I don't regret a goddamn thing..." I laughed, kissing her forcefully as I kept railing her ass.

"You'd better not," she replied, laughing. "Otherwise I might get somewhere in the vicinity of feeling bad about how much fun I had at the glory holes."

Josie seemed to delight in filling me in on *that* exploit she'd partaken in over the long weekend in some detail, something I rather enjoyed. Thinking about her in such a position... fuck, it might have gotten me fucking into her even harder.

"Nothing to feel bad about there..." I grunted, smacking her ass again.

"Good... because I'll do it again... especially if it gets you fucking me this hard..." Josie groaned, her voice spiking higher when I slapped her ass yet again.

"Bring Brooke next time..." I replied.

"Of course..." she moaned. "Speaking of... you're gonna make it to the study group thing at Sarah's tonight?"

I smacked Josie's ass, feeling my balls swelling on the verge of another orgasm. "That was the plan... I need to do this Nadia thing first, but that should be quick, touching base, I think... after that, I'm with you guys..."

"Cool..." Josie replied, biting her lip and looking away from me. "'cause it's kind of important..."

"I'm getting that vibe... fuck, I'm gonna cum soon..." I warned.

"Give me a sec... just hold on... almost there, just, hold on, another second... please... keep going... keep going..." Josie replied.

Holding on was something of a challenge at this point, mostly because Josie's ass was a work of fucking art. Perfectly round and firm, it jiggled beautifully with every impact as I rammed my cock home inside of her, while her clutching hole felt as tight now as it did the first time we'd had sex in one of our school's bungalows. I didn't just fall in love with Josie because of her ass, but if I'm going to be honest, in those early days of our sexual relationship, it was definitely one of the big things that kept me coming back to Josie.

Now, though? Getting to share this with her was one of life's great pleasures for me.

I watched her face screw up in concentration, almost ready to lose it, and I knew I had to make my move quickly. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing her tits tightly and kissing her deeply as she came. My lips stifled what would have no doubt been a very loud, intense orgasm on her end, while hers certainly quieted my own loud moan as I came deep up her ass. I slowed my thrusts, wanting to savor these overwhelming waves of pleasure that flowed over both of us while her spasming ass milked my cock.

"Fuck..." I murmured, kissing her.

"Fuck's right..." she replied, breathily, before smiling up at me cockily. "Sorry I stole your lunchtime?"

I laughed. "Nah, I've got, what, five minutes? I can eat that before my next class. I'm more worried about you with all that cum that'll be leaking out of your ass."

"It wouldn't be the first time," Josie replied, kissing me again, and squeezing my cock with her ass for emphasis. "I'll make do."

"Good," I replied, kissing her once, sweetly, before an overwhelming surge of love swept over me, and I kissed her deeply. I held Josie close, massaging her breasts as I held onto her tight, not wanting to lose this moment, or, indeed, any moment with her.

My sudden surge of fire took her off guard for a moment, but soon she was returning the kiss with a passion. Even if lunch was ticking away a minute at a time, that didn't matter to either of us in the here and now. We had each other, and what we had was great... and something that no one could take away from us.

I kissed her again, quickly and softly, swiftly darting my tongue against hers as I teased her.

Josie looked up at me with dreamy eyes. "Not that I'll ever complain about making out like *that*, but, anything in particular bring that on?"

"Love's not enough?" I proposed.

"Oh, love is fine, I was just making sure..." she replied, biting her lip playfully. "...because, I get up to my own fun... my own, crazy, dirty, fun... but nothing compares to what you, me, and Brooke have. When we're together, when it's just two of us, whatever... we've got something good. Something worth..."

Josie darted her eyes to the side, a strange look on her face. "...well, something worth talking about in more detail when we've got the time. Come on, pull out of my ass, and let's get a move on... still got some classes to go, and I want to make sure you're fed before you get to any of them, don't want you coming into study group starving..."

There was something cryptic to the way that she spoke, something that actually worried me for a moment, but I shook the thought off, thinking that I had to be overthinking the situation.

"Yeah, that's probably wise..." I replied, forcing a smile as I pulled out of her.

Josie hissed at the sudden emptiness. "Ooh, that's... oh that's gonna leave a mess of cum, isn't it?"

I chuckled. "Probably. Like you said, you'll make do."

"I will," she said, smirking. "And so will you, tonight. Good luck with the drama geeks."

Now properly laughing, I replied, "Thanks. Something tells me I might need it."

***

Regan Hills High School had two main venues for artistic performances, the main auditorium, which could easily fit half the school, and the 99-seat little theater. The little theater also doubled as the school's drama classroom, home of the drama club, and Wanda Harker's private little fiefdom. She was a woman who I knew to be as intense as she was curvaceous, and by reputation, she kept a pretty tight leash on the drama kids. This was something I mostly knew secondhand, but was willing to believe based on my own familiarity with her.

It was after school when I entered the little theater looking for Mrs. Harker. It was dimly lit, even darker in here than I remembered, slightly more foreboding, with the shadows cast by the mismatched pieces of furniture on the stage looking particularly unsettling and heightening my existing unease with being in this room. Rationally, I knew there was nothing actually wrong with this place, and that the drama club was, on the whole, made up of perfectly normal people I knew as classmates, but after years of thinking of them as weirdos, and the odd mood my earlier encounter with Josie had put me in, I was a little disoriented.

Taking a breath, I shook my head and hands quickly, wanting everything to be normal as I pressed forward down the theater's aisle.

From experience (i.e. the time I was caught naked in here by her after an encounter with Dakota Lewis and wound up getting seduced by her), I knew that Mrs. Harker kept an office just off the back end of the cluttered stage. I could even hear faint voices up there, possibly in the office... maybe Mrs. Harker? Something to pursue, anyway.

I hastened my pace toward the stage.

"I really wouldn't do that if I was you."

I startled at the voice coming from the seat beside me, turning to see the figure I hadn't seen in the darkness. The way she looked out at me, pale and dark all at once, I almost took her for a ghost, but as my eyes further adjusted to the light and she leaned toward me, I realized that I knew this girl.

Olivia Raine-Goldblum.

Alright, strictly speaking I didn't *know* Olivia, but she was in my senior class, and I'd had her in a few courses. I knew her mostly as a know-it-all with one hell of a chip on her shoulder who would go out of her way to make sure that everyone knew that she was correct when called upon in class (and she generally was correct), and that she took most of her pride from being part of our school's stage crew team, but this was about the sum of my knowledge of her.

Well, that, and the fact that she was cute as fuck.

While she may not have immediately turned heads like some of the girls at Regan Hills High, if you gave her even half a glance it wouldn't take much to know that eighteen-year-old Olivia was quite beautiful. A pale and slender 5'9", she had a naturally elegant look to her that was usually hidden behind a gray hoodie and a pair of earbuds. Her narrow, angular face was framed by dark, long black hair, while big, clever, hazel eyes stared out from underneath well-maintained bangs. Her full lips rarely smiled, as her face generally had a resting "bitch please" look on it, but some girls can pull it off, and Olivia was definitely one of them. Her sweatshirt couldn't hide her pert, B-cup breasts any more than her jeans could hide her modest but prominent ass.

Yeah, she wasn't one of the first girls you'd find yourself looking at at Regan Hills High School, but once you saw her, you could never unsee her.

Finally remembering where I was and what I was meant to be doing, I replied, "I'm sorry, but... what?"

Olivia pulled her earbuds out and pocketed them and her phone. "The stage. Going there's a bad idea now for... well, maybe two more minutes?"

"Two more minutes?" I asked, still confused.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Are you always this easily confused?"

"Often," I replied.

"Okay, then," Olivia replied, sighing and leaning forward in a confidential fashion, her voice now considerably lower. "Micah Burke's adding Amy Temple to his list up there... they've been at it for a few minutes, and he doesn't usually last long, even if she probably wished he did. You go up there, and you'll see a lot more of him than you ever wanted to."

It took a second for that to sink in, as it became clear that those soft voices were intermingled with moans and grunts.

I said, "Oh."

"Oh's right," she replied, waving beside her. "Grab some seat, this won't be long."

I grabbed a seat near Olivia, leaving a chair between us while I considered this girl. She looked at me, slightly annoyed, but also understanding.

"And before you fumble around asking, yes, I know from experience," Olivia sighed, sounding thoroughly unimpressed. "I should've known better, he was cute and I was in need... but I'm not making that mistake again."

I nodded. "If that tone's any indication of him... I'd hope not."

She didn't exactly crack a smile, but I could tell she was tempted. "Mrs. Harker called you here, right? For the paper, but a little more than that too?"

This suggestion gave me a little bit of a chill, but aside from her book club friends, I knew Mrs. Harker to be discreet.

I tried to play it cool. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I'm sure you do," Olivia replied, quickly and sharply. "Mrs. Harker, she's got control over the kids in the drama club, ones who think that she'll make them stars... and there's a few that likely could go that far. Because of that, though, she also doesn't exactly *trust* them for unbiased opinions, especially when it comes to her plays. They'll all just nod and agree with her and say that whatever she says is brilliant, when what she actually wants is truth and honesty and the best people for the parts in her plays. As such, sometimes she likes to call in 'helpers' who she thinks she can trust to offer outside perspectives and keep that truth alive. I've been doing that for her this year, and if I'm not mistaken, you too have been recruited."

Huh. When Mrs. Harker had first asked me to be one of her helpers, I was expecting something considerably kinkier than this. I mean, there was bound to be some kinkiness in the mix as well, but, that that wasn't the majority of what was expected of me here was certainly a surprise.

"That's... not exactly what I was expecting," I replied.

Quickly, Olivia responded, "What were you expecting?"

This was something I had to nip in the bud before it became a problem; thankfully, it was also something I had a ready-made excuse for. "Just... you know, that I'd be writing a profile on the play's production. Casting and sets and rehearsals... all that other stuff that goes into it."

The soft voices and moans from the stage had gone quiet, now replaced by the hushed sounds of people hurriedly trying to pull themselves together and get dressed.