SENIOR YEAR MEMORIES CH. 02

I'd heard it said that after you lose your virginity, the whole world looks different to you. There's supposed to be a spring in your step, a brand new energy you can't quite explain, a beautiful sense of knowing that the world isn't that bad if it's possible to know that kind of pleasure.

For the weekend after Kaitlyn and I first had sex, I knew that feeling well. I was on top of the fucking world, and it felt like not even god himself could've knocked me down from that high perch.

That feeling lasted until about Monday, when it was replaced by intense fucking paranoia. Now, I've had classmates on my ass my entire life, so I know what it's like to have people snickering and having it out for me. It only takes a year of running from Regan Hills' resident raging asshole, epic bully and king of the school because he's a fucking star football player Kyle Bowman to grow a set of eyes in the back of your head.

That's how when I started seeing them everywhere.

Girls.

Watching me. Eying me from a distance. Girls who'd go out of their way to ignore my existence not even a few days ago, looking at me, smiling, some of them I think even licking their lips. Some of the hottest girls in school, popular girls, girls whose social circles I was practically entire solar systems away from. I was probably reading too much into this, probably overthinking things, but it was hard to ignore Kaitlyn's words.

"Regan Hills High is pretty much fucking slut central."

Did Kaitlyn tell them? Did she leak to her friends what we'd done and, well, tell them about my cock? I mean, we fucked close to four times that day (and even managed to get some tutoring in too, believe it or not), I wouldn't doubt that she might've bragged about it a little, but I could've sworn that she'd keep it under wraps that she had sex with a nerd like me. God knows I'd kept it under wraps.

After all, no one would believe me.

Also, I had pretty much no one to tell so they wouldn't believe me; that was also a problem.

Or could they just sense it, like lions on the prowl? Is there just something about me, something they could smell that says I'd had sex, and that I had a big cock?

No, no, it had to be Kaitlyn.

At first it was just weird, like Brianna Roth dropping her pen and asking me to pick it up, giving me the perfect view up her skirt as she parted her legs slightly, or a group of cheerleaders looking at me and giggling when we passed in the halls. When these things happened, I kinda thought I was going crazy. However, when Haley Campbell brushed her hand over my cock "accidentally" while passing by during PE, and Rose Ferris did exactly the same thing "accidentally" in the school lunch line, I knew it wasn't just paranoia, and that something was happening.

Now, normally you'd think, hey, I'm a red-blooded American teenage boy, I should be all over this, but I wasn't. I was still trying to figure out what sex with Kaitlyn meant, and having all these other girls looking at me like I was a piece of meat was just, well, weird. I shouldn't have been scared by this, but I kind of was. Scared and excited, for sure, but confused even in the excitement.

I needed an escape, needed a place to get my head on straight. Normally that meant I'd go have lunch in Mrs. Lynn's room, but she wasn't in when I went looking. Wanting a place that not a single popular girl was likely to find me, I went to the only place I knew that I could find an escape.

The library.

Save for the cute blonde library aide Marie who eyed me occasionally through her horn-rimmed glasses but otherwise left me be, I was alone in my quiet corner. Alone enough that I could pull out my phone, ignoring the library's "No Phones" rule, and text Kaitlyn.

Me: Have you told anyone about what happened?

Kaitlyn: What? That you're tutoring me?

The emoji she sent was one of pure innocence, which told me everything I needed to know.

Me: Why'd you tell?

Kaitlyn: Why not? I told you you got a gift that's gotta be shared with the world. I'm just helpin that along.

Kaitlyn: Why, you think we got somethin special going on? That I wanted to keep you to myself or somethin?

In all honesty, I hadn't really thought of what I'd call the two of us. I knew the two of us weren't, like, together or anything, but further than that, I hadn't put a lot of thought into what we were. Having occasional filthy and fucking awesome sex, but more than that?

Me: Don't know what to think.

Kaitlyn: Well, far as I'm concerned, I'm not lookin for a boyfriend right now, but steady sex I can live with. You and me fuck when we can, and I'm happy, but really you gotta get out more. See what school's got. Some of my friends, they wanna find out too.

Me: So, what, you're like my pimp?

Kaitlyn: Pimp would mean I got paid. Call it an almost-friend with benefits? One of those benefits bein that I help you get laid with other girls too?

Me: This is fucking weird, you know that, right?

Kaitlyn: I know, ain't it great?

Kaitlyn: Also, tell someone. Secrets aren't as fun unless someone else knows.

I waited for more, but that's all she had to say.

So Kaitlyn had been telling people, which at least explained how weird things had been around school, but didn't tell me what I should do next. She wanted me to have sex with anyone who offered it by the sounds of it, which was a fine plan if I could pull something like that off, but it wasn't like girls were throwing themselves at me or anything.

At least, not as far as I could see. Not yet, anyway.

And she wanted me to tell someone? Who the fuck would I tell? Dad? If he were around, he'd have loved to hear that I'd gotten laid, but first he'd have to be around, and second, well, talking to Dad about stuff like this would've been weird. I had a few friends, not many, but people who might've been interested to know... or not, depending on the friend.

No, I had to keep this to myself. I couldn't stand anyone laughing in my face if I told them, and also... I knew that Kaitlyn thought that secrets were best shared, but I thought, at least this one, had a certain power holding it close to my chest. If I didn't tell anyone I was close to, then it was mine for just a little longer, and if it was mine, then it never had to run away from me.

Speaking of mine...

Looking over one shoulder, then the other, I opened the 'SENIOR YEAR MEMORIES' folder Kaitlyn created in my phone, looking over the two selfies she took, both of us naked, one picture of just the head of my cock in her pussy, the other of my cock all the way in. Kaitlyn's face was one of pure bliss and pleasure, far friendlier than she'd ever been to me before we started fucking when she was just a stuck up bitch. Seeing her like this was a look I could've gotten used to...

"Hey, whatcha got there?"

The voice belonged to another welcome face, just one that wasn't all that welcome at this exact moment.

"Nothing!" I said, quickly swiping the album closed and shoving the phone in my pocket.

"Nothing, huh? That's a pretty urgent nothing," Tori McNeil mused, sitting opposite me at the table.

If pressed to name my best friend, Tori would've been the only contender, easily. I'd known her since before I could remember, and all told she hadn't changed much in the entire time I'd known her. Ever since we played in the sandbox she was a tomboy who could beat me or pretty much any other boy in a fight, and, well, that hadn't really changed. True, now she was taller, slender and lithe with that classic redhead complexion, pale skin, freckles on her arms and cheeks, bright blue eyes and a mop of curly red hair that fell about her shoulders. She still wore the same slightly-baggy overalls and long-sleeved tie-dyed shirts that covered her frame, but I knew she'd grown up. There'd been times I was convinced we were destined to be together if just out of lack of options, but she'd always had a more active social life. That she was out and proud bi and told me she preferred girls generally, also never helped my case, but it did make it fun when we'd girl watch together.

"What, you hunt me down just so you could be a bitch?" I joked.

"Me? Never! No, I hunted you down so I could make you my bitch," she joked back.

"Well, you caught me, oh no, whatever will I do?" I fired back, sarcastically.

"Well, I got a pretty good strap-on at home, we could see how much of that you can take," she said without missing a beat.

I was going to laugh before I realized she was probably right; not long after she turned 18 last May, she got a summer job working at a sex toy store the next town over. Her insane stories of working the store were pretty much my only highlights of the summer.

"Pass," I said.

"Awww, you're no fun," Tori said.

"I've been told this."

"By me."

"And others."

"That'd normally indicate a problem, you know?"

"I'm all about problems," I said.

"So I've heard," Tori said mysteriously.

I gulped. Had she heard? Tori didn't travel in the same social circles as Kaitlyn or any of her friends, but that didn't mean she couldn't have heard; Tori was on the school paper and loved to keep an ear to the ground for gossip.

"Oh?" I asked, noncommittally.

"Yeah," Tori said, leaning in close across the table. "Kyle's looking to make an impression to kick off senior year, go out with a bang, I think, and he's been looking for an easy target."

"Me?" I asked. This was hardly a surprise, but still unwelcome news.

"You got it," Tori said, tapping the side of her nose.

"Thanks for the warning," I asked.

"Actually, that wasn't the only reason I came looking for you," Tori said, flashing her large, toothy smile. It's the kind of smile that lights up a room, one of pure joy, and she'd always known she could use it to butter me up to do pretty much anything.

"What do you want?" I sighed.

Tori pouted. "Well, if you're gonna be a dick about it..."

"Sorry, I won't be a dick, just not in the mood for games today," I said.

"Fine, then I'll cut to the chase. The school newspaper's low on reporters and Nadia put the word out for us to look for the best writers we could find, saying we'd be off her shit list for a whole month if we got her some solid talent. Since I don't know any great writers and you're the closest I've got, I thought I'd hit you up, see if you were interested," Tori said, amused.

"High praise," I said, flipping her off.

"Seriously, though, you should try out. I think you'd really kick ass. And you and me together? Come on, what a way to end high school, right?" Tori said.

She was right, it would be fun. Aside from tutoring for Mrs. Lynn, and whatever the fuck was going on with Kaitlyn and me (some of which actually was tutoring), I didn't have many extracurriculars going on. It would cut into my time at home, and I wouldn't be able to play as many games as I liked, but...

"Sure, what the hell," I said.

"Now that's the pushover Ryan I know and love!" Tori exclaimed. She looked embarrassed when Marie loudly hushed us, then we both wound up covering our mouths to hold the laughter in. Tori got up from her seat, wrapping her arms around my neck in a hug and rocking me back and forth.

"Thanks man, I really owe you," Tori said, then grabbing a seat next to me. "So how's your day goin'?"

Now, if I was going to tell her, this would've been the perfect time to do it. She gave me an intro, I'd just done her a favor, I could probably just get in, tell her my crazy story, let her disbelieve me, and then back it up with the 'SENIOR YEAR MEMORIES' pictures to prove what had happened.

I could've done this, but I didn't, because I was scared, and I still wanted this to be mine.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old," I said.

***

I was riding my bicycle home after school when the car honked behind me. I waved it past. It honked again. I waved again. I wasn't hogging the road, and they easily could've pulled around me if they wanted to; why'd they have to be such an asshole?

It pulled up alongside me.

"Hey, you're Ryan, right? Need a ride?" the driver asked.

I slowed and put my foot down, balancing on the bike as I took in the driver.

If you were to try running a search for "blonde bimbo cheerleader," a picture of Brooke King was probably going to be one of the first results you'd pick up. Slender and spunky and full of energy, she was an 18-year-old Regan Hills High School cheerleader, and one of Kaitlyn's best friends. While most of Kaitlyn's friends were about as cruel as she was, or, had been before I started screwing her, Brooke was never one of the ones making fun of me, probably just because I wasn't worth her time. She was cute and sweet and not exactly the brightest bulb in the circuit, to put it mildly, but I didn't hold her as being any better or worse than all the other popular kids who never gave me the time of day.

"I'm fine," I said, picking up pedaling again. She kept pace beside me, slowly.

"Awww, come on, it's a hot day out and I totally got a nice ride! Like, air conditioning and everything! Even got a bike rack on the back!" she said. Her voice was high and kind of grating, but it wasn't unkind.

"I'm fine," I repeated.

"Awww, like, why not?" Brooke asked.

"You do know this is the first time you've ever really talked to me?" I asked.

"Hey, we've talked before!" Brooke said defensively.

"Asking me for a pencil and then complaining that I gave you the wrong pencil is not exactly what I'd call talking," I said.

"But, but, we said things to each other! That's, like, talking, right?" Brooke shot back.

I laughed. If she actually paid attention in any class, she might've made a good lawyer one day.

"Not really," I said, pedaling a little harder. This was turning out to be pretty pointless, since it didn't take much for her to keep up with me in her little, stylish, and, yes, of course pink hatchback.

"You really don't want a ride?" Brooke pouted.

"It's really not that much further," I said, trying to soften the blow.

"But, but, Kaitlyn told me that you got a cock and a tongue that don't quit, and I swear, I'm, like, totally better at sex than she is," Brooke said.

That made me stop. Brooke shot past me for a few feet, then braked and backed up to meet me.

"What?" I asked.

"Yeah, let me give you a ride, and we can go to my house and I'll, like, totally destroy your cock," Brooke said, smiling sweetly.

"You will?" I asked.

"Totally," Brooke confirmed.

So Kaitlyn really was pimping me out to her slutty cheerleader friends. Never in my life had I dreamed that something this completely insane would happen, but here it was, happening. What mattered now was how I handled it.

"Okay," I said.

"Yay, sweet!" Brooke exclaimed.

I rolled my bike up to rack on the back of her car, then took the passenger seat, getting a good long look at Brooke for the first time in, well, ever.

She was short and petite, dressed in the Regan Hills High School Pumas' cheerleader outfit of white knee socks, short blue skirt and a long-sleeved, tight white top with our school's initials and mascot face on it. I figured she must've just come from practice, but with Brooke it felt entirely possible she might've just worn this every day. For her size, her legs were long and lean, a tight gymnast's body. It meant she had small breasts, an A cup, maybe B, but the flare of her hips gave her an incredibly round ass. Her face was utterly cute, with round blushing cheeks, a small, perky smile shining with lip gloss, sparkling green eyes, and a pixie-ish, upturned nose. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was kept in a pair of messy pigtails.

Yeah, she was a bimbo cheerleader, but for what we wanted to do, that wasn't all bad.

Her driving, though, that was pretty bad. She shot off down the street fast enough to press me back into my seat, pumping up her radio to a local pop station so loud I thought my ears were going to bleed. She was talking at a mile a minute, but since I couldn't hear her over the music, I was forced to yell.

Laughing, she turned the volume down. "Sorry, don't like my tunes? Lotta guys don't. But it's okay if you're wrong, nobody's perfect. Like you. I wouldn't have thought to look at you before or anything because, like, you're not that hot or ugly or anything like that, but when Kaitlyn said you were like some sex prodigy with a huge cock I just knew I had to get in on that."

"Sex prodigy?" I asked. I knew that Kaitlyn seemed to have a good time with me, but I wouldn't have gone so far as to believe she'd call me something like that. It was flattering, but it was sure as hell unexpected from someone who'd been around as much as Kaitlyn.

"Yeah, and she knows sex. I do too. So can I, like, see your cock?" she asked, looking down at my stiffening jeans.

"Shouldn't you be looking at the road?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'm, like, super-good at multitasking," she said, looking down at my pants and licking her lips. I didn't really believe her, but it seemed like she'd be just as bad a driver if I had my cock in my pants as she would be if I whipped it out, so I unzipped my fly and pulled out my hardening, ten inch cock.

"Holy crap, that's huge!" Brooke said.

"Thanks," I replied.

"I don't know if that's gonna fit in my cute, tight little pussy. Wanna see it?" she asked, slamming on the brakes as we got to a stop sign.

"Uh, sure," I said.

"Yay!" Brooke said again, hiking up her skirt to reveal her frilly, hot pink underwear. With deft fingers, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside, revealing a pink pussy every bit as cute and tight as Brooke herself was. I wasn't surprised in the slightest that she'd shaved her pale blonde pubes into a heart that pointed right down at her cunt lips.

"Pretty sweet, huh?" she said, playing with the lips as she giggled.

"Yeah," I said.

Reaching over, she grabbed my cock, rubbing the head and coaxing a drop of precum from the tip and smearing it around with her thumb playfully. I took a sharp breath in as she started to jack me enthusiastically.

"Come on, finger me while I drive. I can probably, like, cum by the time we make it to my place," she said, grabbing my hand and pulling it to her pussy lips. I didn't think that it was all that smart an idea, while she was driving, but it's hard to say no to a girl when she's jacking your cock, especially when she's doing it as expertly as Brooke was. I dove in, running my fingers up and down her moist slit, curling two of them inside as she giggled and cooed, driving even faster now as we masturbated each other.

"Oh yeah, fuck me with your fingers, fuck me with your fingers, right there, like that," she directed, her voice getting higher as I fucked them in and out of her, circling her engorged clit with my thumb.

I don't know if I felt more fear or eroticism as we pleasured each other while she drive to her house, but it's probably a miracle we made it there when we did. Still, we did make it, pulling into the empty driveway of a suburban house in one of Regan Hills' more expensive residential districts.

"Don't you dare stop, don't you dare stop, come on, fuck me with those fingers, make me cum, make me cum, make me cuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUMMMMM, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" Brooke shrieked, convulsing around my hand as she came, gushing down her thighs. After she stopped bucking, she laughed to herself, softly.

"Oh crap, that was awesome. You, you were awesome, you made me cum so hard, I never knew a nerd could make me cum so good," she said, looking at me dreamily.

At this point, I was just glad that we'd made it here in one piece, so the best I could joke was, "You ever been with a nerd before?"

Brooke considered this long enough that she might've been thinking of a particularly tricky math problem. "No."

"Then how do you know we aren't all this good?" I said, pulling my hand from her clutching cunt.

Brooke grabbed my hand, still covered in her juices, up to her lips, licking and sucking each of my fingers clean energetically, practically purring as she lapped up her pussy cream from my fingers. Her tongue was talented and enthusiastic, and I couldn't wait to feel it elsewhere.

"I think I might need to start looking into some nerds! Come on, let's go up to my room so we can fuck!" she said, jumping from her seat energetically and running up to the house. I stuffed my cock quickly back into my pants and followed her, though keeping up was another matter entirely. If she hadn't grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me through her empty house, I was sure she'd have run off and I'd never have caught up.

Brooke practically flung me into her room and slammed the door shut behind us. To little surprise, her room looked like Barbie's Dream House exploded all over it, with pretty much everything, from the walls to the furniture, all in various shades of pink. Her vanity's mirror was surrounded by pictures of her and her friends and various ribbons from competition victories, while the walls were covered in posters of pop stars and bands and all sorts of cartoony animals she clearly hadn't grown out of. Her bed was large but made to look much smaller by the army of stuffed animals and pillows that cover more than half of it.

I wondered where we were supposed to fuck in all that mess, but when she threw herself into my arms and we began making out, I didn't really care anymore. Her lips tasted of strawberry lip gloss and her pussy juice, a really sweet combination I already loved. Her kisses were swift and energetic, her tongue darting in to meet mine as she pushed me toward the bed, forcing me to sit on it.

"Come on, get naked, fish that cock out and fuck me," she said urgently, pulling at my belt and zipper. I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my shoes and socks while she finally successfully pulled my pants and underwear off. If it was even possible, my cock felt even bigger than it did in the car, standing straight up, the large, purplish head throbbing as a small river of precum leaked from it.

"Fuck yeah, I am gonna have so much fun shoving that inside me," Brooke squealed, leaning over to kiss the head, then standing back up and pulling off her top in one swift move. It didn't surprise me that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath (and in fact, only had a small gold chain with a tiny key on it hanging around her neck), considering how small her breasts were, but the pink, firm nipples stood out proudly, just begging to be sucked on.

So I did. I leaned over and suckled on her left breast, then her right, nibbling slightly on her nipples while I slid my hands up and down her thighs, palming her ass.

"Yeah, that's nice, squeeze my ass, lick my cute little nipples, get nice and hard for me," she said, jacking my cock as I continued to pleasure her.

"So, I love you sucking my nips like that, but big question, you want me all naked, or should I keep the skirt and socks? How much of a cheerleader slut do you want little old Brooke to be?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

I hadn't really ever been into the whole "sexy cheerleader" cliché before, mostly because I was used to them being stuck up bitches who made life miserable for people like me, but when one of them's jacking your cock and looking forward to fucking herself silly with it, it's hard to stay upset at a fantasy.

"I want you all cheerleader slut," I growled.

"Goodie!" Brooke exclaimed, kicking off her shoes and sliding off her panties under her skirt. Playfully, she flipped up the skirt's edge, showing off her pussy even better than I saw it in her car, her lips puffy and engorged, her bright pink clit standing out like a button. She dropped her skirt and pranced over to her desk, grabbing a pair of blue and white pom poms from her desk. Mashing them together, she started to dance. I wondered if I might've gone too far asking her to be "all" cheerleader slut, but she was committed by this point.

"Give me an F!" she yelled as if she were on the field.

"Uh, F?" I replied.

"I can't hear you!" she exclaimed, kicking her leg up high enough to show off her pussy.

"F!" I yelled back, hoping this cheerleader schtick was leading somewhere soon.

"Give me a U!"

"U!"

"Give me a C!"

"C!"

"Give me a K!"

"K!"

Deftly, she fell into a full sideways split on the floor, tossing the pompoms above her head. Though her cheerleader act felt like bullshit, I had asked for it, and the flexibility she displayed was turning me on even more.

"What're we gonna do?" she yelled, cupping her tits.

"Fuck!" I yelled back.

Brooke sprang to her feet and pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my hips as she rocked her tight, wet little pussy along the full length of my cock.

"Oh my goodness, it's so big, I wonder what it'll do to my tight little pussy?" she said, blinking at me encouragingly.

"Only one way to find out," I said, grabbing my cock and rubbing the head against her steaming slit.

"I guess so!" she exclaimed, forcing herself down onto it slowly.

"Oh god, oh my god, oh my god, oh fuck, fuckity fucking fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck!" she moaned, shutting her eyes tight as inch after inch of my thick, ten inch cock invaded her unbelievably tight pussy. I was impressed when I fit in Kaitlyn, but I was pretty certain there was no way it'd all fit in Brooke.

Not that I wasn't enjoying trying. "FUUUUUUUUCK!"

"Oh I thought this was big, but it's so much bigger, it's tearing my cute little cunt apart apart, fuck, I love it, I love it, fuck, fuck, I love it, fuck, god you're so much bigger than any of the football players!" she exclaimed, sliding down so just over half my cock was inside her. Slowly, she started bouncing up and down, withdrawing a little at a time, taking more each time, fucking herself silly as her pigtails and the chain around her neck swayed back and forth.

Finally, somehow, she had the entirety of my ten thick inches buried up her cunt. Moaning and giggling, she raised her skirt slightly so I could see her lips spread obscenely around me.

"Wow," I said, impressed.

"So much better than Kaitlyn, right?" she asked.

"She could take all of me too," I said.

"Well, yeah, because she's a whore," Brooke said, crossing her arms beneath her tiny little tits and cocking her head, slowly rocking a couple inches of my cock in and out of her pussy.

"You know you also got all of me in you too, right?" I asked.

"Well, duh! I'm a whore too! I'm just tighter, and more flexible, and better, and peppier, is all!" she said, bouncing up and down more rapidly, taking more and more of my cock with each stroke, each stroke feeling like she was trying to pull every drop of cum out of my cock by force.

I sat up to join her, wrapping my arms around her as I grabbed onto her bountiful ass for support, helping her slam up and down even faster, taking nearly my entire length with each bounce.

"So, come on, fuck, say it, tell me I'm better than Kaitlyn, show her who's fucking boss!" Brooke exclaimed, bouncing more intensely.

The way the cum was boiling in my balls, I could've said anything she wanted me to, but rather than pick sides in what was clearly a cheerleader problem, I just took one of her nipples into my mouth and pounded up into her harder and harder, making her squeal with glee.

"Yes, yes, yes, so, like, awesome, totally, wow, yes, yes, yes!"

I let her nipple go. "So tight, fuck, god you're hot, fucking cheerleader, god, your pussy's so tight."

"You're not, oh god, you're not boyfriend material, but you can fuck me anytime you want, you just find me or call me and I'll drain those fucking balls of all your cum," she groaned.

"You're a fucking slut, aren't you? You look so cute and prim, but, fuck, god, you're just a dirty little slut!" I moaned.

She nibbled on my earlobe, whispering, "You have no idea."

Like that, her hips became a blur, slamming up and down on my cock so swift that I was lost in the wet slapping sound of our bodies, conjoined at the genitals, colliding.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!" I yelled. In response, she only started fucking me harder.

"Yeah, come for me, fill me up, fill me with your hot fucking cum!" she yelled.

"OH GOD, FUUUUUUUUCK!" I yelled, firing shot after shot up into her tight cunt, falling back onto the bed, exhausted.

"Oh, come on, not yet, you're about to miss the best part!" Brooke whimpered, pulling off of my cock with a wet sucking sound, a torrent of cum pouring from her wildly distended pussy lips. She crawled up beside me on the bed, leaning up against the mound of stuffed animals and pillows, fingering her pussy lewdly as her fingers mixed with my cum. She forced them, and my cum, deep inside, twisting her fingers harder, faster as she used her free hand to pinch one of her nipples. It was undeniably one of the hottest things I'd ever seen, which might have explained why after a few minutes of this, I could feel a stirring in my cock again. Nothing at full strength, but it was getting ready for another round.

"YES, YES, YEAAAAAAAH!" she yelled, cumming violently on her own hand, leaning back into her pile off stuffed animals as she convulsed, giggling and whining with her high pitched voice as she got lost in her orgasm.

Finally coming to her senses, Brooke looked down at me and smiled, "So, like, that was totally, totally fun. Kaitlyn didn't lie about that."

"Well, good," I said. I watched as the river of mixed juices from her pussy started to fall down her thighs, staining the foot of one of her stuffed teddy bears.

I pointed it out to her. She laughed.

"Oh, I've masturbated with, like, every one of them so many times I've lost count. That's nothing new," Brooke said.

"Oh, well, good."

"Better than good," she said, crawling on all fours toward me and planting a gentle kiss on my lips. "That was, like, fucking fantastic!"

"Cool," I said, lacking better words. Another thought came, though, and it was hard not to ask, "Though, what's your problem with Kaitlyn? I thought you guys were supposed to be, like, bffs?"

Leaning down against me, her tiny breasts pressed against my chest as she planted soft, tiny kisses on my neck (that felt pretty fucking great, if I'm being honest), she said, "We are, but we've always competed. Makes things fun. I lost my virginity first, and she's always tried to outdo me since, and, like, well, it all snowballed out of there, we both always tried to win to see who's best. I can't, like, really, really know who's the best, of course, and every time we've screwed around with each other it came up as a tie, I think-"

I interrupted, "Wait, you and Kaitlyn?"

"Oh yeah, like, come on, besties gotta stick together, right? And all us cheerleaders are besties, we, like, totally know how to fuck each other best of all, though you might start rising up the ranks if you keep fucking me like that," she said. I was still trying to imagine the cheerleader orgies she was implying (and how fucking hot a thought that was, now that I'd at least temporarily gotten past my problem with cheerleaders) when I got to her backhanded compliment of the awesome fucking I'd just given her.

"I'm honored," I said, saracastic.

"I'm glad!" she said, completely missing my sarcasm and bouncing off the bed. "Come on, I've got plans for that cock, and I want it nice and hard. Wanna fuck my face?"

Honestly, how can you turn down an offer like that?

Brooke knelt by the side of the bed, and I swung my legs off so I was sitting on the edge. She licked her lips as she got a good close look at my now much harder cock.

"Oh, goodie!" she squealed, kissing the tip, then sucking on the head, rolling her tongue around it like a lollipop.

"You taste nice," Brooke said.

"I taste like you and cum," I said.

"Like I said, nice," she said, dropping down and taking my entire length in one great, long gulp.

"HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed, not expecting such a tiny girl to be able to do that. Her throat squeezed me differently from her pussy, and if I wasn't mistaken, she was humming the tune to one of the inane pop songs she was blaring on her car radio. The song sucked, but her vibrations were driving my cock wild.

Brooke pulled off of my cock, gasping, ropes of drool and precum falling down onto her breasts.

"Like, when I said I wanted you to fuck my face, I really want you to fuck my face. Just grab my pigtails, abuse my fucking throat, take me to town," she said, smiling up at me cutely and kissing the tip of my cock daintily, my cock twitching excitedly.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Totally," she said, bowing back down and taking my entire length in another long stroke. I grabbed her pigtails and started bucking into her throat, fucking it as hard as her pussy. She gagged and moaned around my cock, strings of saliva pouring from her mouth and covering her neck, necklace and tits. Her makeup ran in streaks down her face, making her look every bit the whore she claimed to be and making me only fuck her harder, my cock harder than I think it had ever been.

Finally, she pounded my thighs with her hands, coming up for air, gasping and coughing and smiling broadly. "Fuck, that never gets old!"

"I'm glad you approve," I said. She got up from the floor, kissing me daintily on the lips, before skipping over to the vanity. My cum had leaked almost all the way down her legs at this point, and I couldn't help smiling like an idiot at the sight. Primly, she opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out a small wooden box she'd clearly decorated with bright pink fluff, unlocking it with the key hanging around her neck.

"What's in the box?" I asked, curious.

"Oh, this? This is where I keep my diary and lube," Brooke responded. She said this so casually, you'd think everyone had a secret lockbox where they kept their diary and lube.

"Why'd you open it now?" I asked.

"Because, silly, I want to write in my diary later about the great fucking we just had, and I'll need the lube if you're gonna be sticking that monster cock in my ass," Brooke said, rolling her eyes at me in the mirror as if I missed the most obvious thing in the world.

"Wait, what?!?!?" I said.

"I said-"

"I know what you said, but... you want me to fuck you in the ass?" I asked, my mind reeling at the thought. I'd seen it plenty in pornos, sure, but I never seriously thought real girls actually did anal.

Brooke giggled, flipping up the back of her skirt and squeezing her impressive, round asscheeks at me, her tight little anus winking at me. "Well, duh! Wait, you're saying... oh man, I'll be your first?"

I nodded. She squealed. "Alright! Yeah, I get to break in an anal virgin, that's, like, totally sweet!"

"Totally," I echoed, walking up to her almost in a trance, my cock leading the way as she beckoned me over to the vanity. True to her word, she pulled out a bottle of lube from the box and squeezed a generous amount of it into her hand, then rubbed it into my cock. It was cold, but slick, and though I hissed at first touch, I didn't mind the cold if it led to where she promised.

Then, turning around, she looked at both of us in the vanity mirror, and I could tell that this wasn't the first time she'd done this. I had to remember that she liked to watch herself get fucked.

"Now, be very gentle; I've never had anything that huge in my ass, but I know it'll fit, because I know I want all of that buried up my ass. Just go slow, very slow, a little bit at a time, but once I'm used to it, you can, like, totally go to town on that ass. Split me wide fucking open. Does that sound good? Violating my cute, innocent little ass with your monster cock?" she asked innocently, blinking up at me.

"I don't think I'd call that ass innocent," I said, reaching around and pulling her up into a long, deep kiss, before bending her back down over the vanity.

"Oh, I think I like this side of you! Take charge, a lot of girls like that, yeah, take fucking charge, destroy my cute little ass," she said, flexing her cheeks again.

Caught up in the moment though I was, I had a hard time imagining I'd fit in her without hurting either of us, but still, I was caught up in the moment, so I wanted to give it a damn good try.

I rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks, spreading the slick lube and enjoying the feel of my cockhead passing right over her tiny little hole. Brooke squeezed me with her ass playfully, and in return I pressed the head against her anus. She gasped, gritting her teeth and staring at me in the mirror as I applied pressure. The hole was tight, very tight, and I didn't think it would give.

But little by little, it did. I felt her asshole relax as my head slowly began to spread it. It was a blissful agony spreading a hole that tight apart, but I forced my way in, a little at a time, until the head popped in.

"Fuck..." I said, lowly.

"You think that's something, you should try getting the rest inside!" Brooke taunted.

"That a challenge?" I asked.

"One where there's no losers," she confirmed, nodding and smiling and moaning as I slowly forced another inch inside. This was a slow process, stroking in and out, maybe an extra inch or a half inch at a time, me getting used to her tightness, her getting used to my size, but both of us moaning and groaning from the pleasure of the intensity. Soon she was forcing herself backward against me, taking in extra inches, cooing and giggling as she took more and more.

"That's it, Ryan, a little more, a little more, fuck, get it all in, put all that cock in my slutty little cheerleader ass, split me wide open so you can fuck me like your whore, like that, right there, yeah, come on, get it in balls deep!" she commanded.

With only a few inches to go, I grabbed her by the hips and forced the last few inches in in one stroke. Brooke's eyes flew open as she screamed, "FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!"

I was so lost in the pleasure that I hadn't realized I might've hurt her, and started to pull out, but she forced herself onto my cock even more, until I was balls deep in her. Smiling, she arched her back up to kiss me.

Whispering sweetly into my ear, she said, "Now give my little whore ass a real pounding, 'kay?"

She didn't have to tell me twice. I built up a slow, steady rhythm, taking long thrusts in and out of her ass, almost to the head and then back inside. Once we both felt comfortable with this, I started going at her faster, harder, pounding her into the vanity. Brooke was barely able to keep on her feet from the fucking with one hand balancing her on the vanity, the other going furiously at her clit, screaming like a banshee the entire time.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!" she screamed, pounding back into me as her eyes rolled up into her head. I reached down, grabbing onto her tiny tits for purchase as I fucked into her harder, our bodies slapping against one another in a blur of wet slapping sounds.

Brooke's ass was incredible, grabbing and squeezing my cock in ways I never knew were possible. I could've gotten addicted to that ass, and at the time, I felt like I could've gone on forever fucking her.

I knew that wouldn't last, though, because there was only so much pleasure either of us could take. Brooke started to shake and shudder in a way I was becoming all too familiar with, and I grabbed her by the hips to keep her from falling.

"OH FUCK, FUCK, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN! YOUR ASS-FUCKING IS MAKING ME CUM AGAIN! YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she wailed, her juices gushing down her legs, her asshole squeezing me tighter and driving me over the edge.

"FUCK!" I yelled, filling her ass with another huge, thick load of my cum. I fell against her, exhausted, pressing her into the vanity. She was giggling and babbling incoherently, her face a mess of lust and smeared makeup, one of her pigtails completely fallen apart from one stage of our fucking or another. Again, she arched her back to kiss me, and I kissed her back. She was a pretty good kisser, I thought.

"Come on, get your phone," Brooke said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Gotta add me to you Senior Year Memories, right?" she asked.

I was going to ask how she knew about that, but with Kaitlyn seemingly telling everyone everything, I was past the point of caring. Carefully, I pulled out of her ass, both of us moaning as my cock popped out with a wet sucking sound and a river of cum down her thighs. I got my phone and lined up a perfect shot, her arching her back as she looked into the mirror, looking at me taking the picture and showing off her tits, while her ass and pussy stuck out. Both of them gaped open, my cum leaking down her legs to the floor. It was a completely vile and utterly hot picture, and I was glad to take a couple shots for posterity.

"Thank you," I said as I put my phone away.

"For what? The picture or the sex?" she asked, checking herself in the mirror and taking down her remaining pigtail as if she realized it was a lost cause.

"Uh, both?" I said.

"Oh, my pleasure, like, totally," she said, standing up and looking down at her abused body. She scooped some of our joined cum from her pussy and brought it to her mouth, sucking her fingers luxuriantly.

"So, uh, can I, like, get a ride home?" I asked.

"What, you're done with me so soon?" Brooke asked, looking at me innocently.

Truth be told, I wasn't sure I could take another fucking from Brooke King, but I didn't want to end this on a sour note, either.

"No, but-"

"Just like all the guys, get whatcha want and then run out," she said, giggling sarcastically.

"I didn't mean that, I just meant-"

"Relax, Ryan, I'm just fuckin' with ya. Don't get me wrong, I could go for another round or two easy, but if you gotta go, you gotta go, I get that. Just promise me we can do that again sometime," she said, pulling a brush from her drawer and running it through her hair.

Borrowing one of her lines, I said, "Totally."

"Yay!" she exclaimed. "And we don't have to just fuck, either, ya know. You're not a half-bad looking guy, I mean, your face is nothing to write home about, but you're not, like, ugly or nothing either, and while your body's nothing special either, it can be worked on. You and me, we can be, like, workout buddies. I know you got the bike already, and I got a bike too, and I love jogging and yoga and weights and all that. Give me a month or two and I can make you into an almost-hottie worthy of that cock you got there."

There might've been a compliment in there somewhere, and if there was, it was pretty backhanded, but she had a point. I didn't put much into my appearance, but if I did, and if I got more attention, it might make this year go a little better, especially if I kept fucking Brooke and Kaitlyn and who knew who else might come down the line. It was hard not to feel a little insulted by the way she talked about my looks, however, I knew she meant well, and that she was saying this in the best way she knew how.

"Sure. Let's make it happen," I agreed.

"Yay!" she exclaimed again, jumping up and down clapping, more drops of cum splattering to the floor from between her thighs as she did. Brooke skipped over to me, planting another kiss on my lips, giving me a taste of my own cum for the first time (which, while not something I was looking forward to again, could've been worse).

"So, you sure you wanna head home now, or do you wanna maybe see if we can get you hard enough to fuck my face, cunt and ass again?" Brooke asked me sweetly.

She may have been a bimbo, but she knew how to ask hard questions sometimes, especially when she looked up at me with those innocent eyes staring out of that whorish face.

"You really know how to make some good memories," I admitted.

"Totally," Brooke replied, playfully grabbing my cock.