SENIOR YEAR MEMORIES CH. 04

"We really need to get you laid," Tori said before taking an expert sniper shot at one of our opponents, splattering their digital brains all over the landscape. We sat next to each other on her basement bedroom couch, each focused on our laptops and the game world within. We were playing in a battle royale match and had made it to only fourteen survivors left, but for the moment we were on the same side, which was fun while it lasted.

It didn't make me hate the point where we'd have to turn on each other any less, though.

There were worse people to have as a best friend than Tori McNeil, though the way she focused on my social life, the social life I was currently hiding from her, got more than a little annoying pretty fast. Especially when there were bitches online that needed killing, and she was distracting me from them.

"Is this really the time?" I asked, diving my avatar for cover as someone launched a rocket at me.

"Oh, come on, it's always the time. You've got a year to prevent you from going to college a virgin, and I'm just trying to help out. You really should've dived behind that truck," she said.

"That truck's on fire," I clarified.

"Oh, so it is," she said as the truck exploded. "Doesn't mean getting you laid isn't important."

"It's not important right now," I said.

"Ryan, you're my best friend; you're important all the time," Tori said. For someone who as much a smartass as she was most of the time, there was a refreshing honesty to her voice that was almost touching.

"Thanks," I said. Then, realizing I needed to talk like I wasn't getting laid on a semi-regular basis these days, I added, "But that's not gonna help me. Not unless you're offering..."

"Ew, god no!" Tori exclaimed, wrinkling her face up in disgust. As usual when we have this exchange, we held on, waiting to see who'd laugh first. This time, Tori who broke first, though I wasn't far behind.

"Sorry, couldn't hold it in," she said.

"Don't worry. If I wasn't so busy flanking our sniper friend..." I said, unleashing a barrage from my minigun. The sniper, and close to half the building they were hiding in, were no longer a problem.

"...I'd have broken first," I said.

"Oh, nicely done. Get the loot before someone else does," Tori said.

"Already on it," I said, looting the remains, shooting a glance over at Tori.

That the two of us should've had sex by now is one of our longest running inside jokes, mostly because I'm pretty sure everyone expected that we would've done it by now. We'd been best friends for ages, and were closer to brother and sister than anything else, I think (not that I'd know, being an only child). We fought, played video games, shared similar interest in toys and comics and women, and slept over at each others' houses all the time. We've jokingly sent each other favorite porn clips and pictures we've found online in the past, and, well, in a lot of ways, I've always thought about her as one of the guys.

That's not to say I didn't know she was pretty cute, for a bisexual tomboy. She was a shade taller than me and slender, with pale, freckled skin, a cute face, and a mess of curly red hair I don't think she's ever tried to tame. She favored loose, long-sleeved shirts, overalls and boots, but I'd had enough gym classes with her to know she was hiding a half-decent body under it all.

There'd been times, back before this year at least, where I'd been convinced that one day the two of us would wind up having sex if just for the fact that I wouldn't have had any other options. She got dates sometimes, more often than not with girls than guys, but I knew she'd had sex, and I'd been curious, maybe a little about what it'd be like, but only curious.

All right, maybe just a little more than curious, but no more than that.

"You know, it's not like there aren't girls who wouldn't be interested," Tori said.

"They're not interested," I said.

"True, but there's some who if you got to know them, they might be willing to give it a try. Just, you know, you'd have to get to know them first, and grow balls enough to actually ask them out," she said.

"Oh yeah? Name some," I said.

She thought on this a moment, sniping yet another person before saying, "You've got me there, but I could ask around-"

"Don't ask around. I... I'm fine," I said. It wasn't that I wasn't interested in being introduced to more girls, but I was afraid that if she started asking around that she might've started to hear some of the rumors about me, rumors I was perfectly fine keeping from Tori. The way she kept her ear to the ground, it felt like a minor miracle she hadn't heard anything already, and I wanted to keep it that way.

"Spending your lonely nights masturbating doesn't count as being fine," Tori said.

It was if it meant masturbating to pictures of my cum all over Kaitlyn Pruitt, Brooke King, Haley Campbell and Mrs. Lynn.

God, it was still hard to believe that I'd had sex with Mrs. Lynn, and that she was looking forward to more somewhere down the line. The thought was enough to make my erection stir, though I had to hide it from Tori.

These were the things I thought, even though I didn't say them.

I was struggling to come up with something to say, when something happened that meant I didn't need to say a damn thing.

"Fuck, I'm dead," I said, bemoaning my avatar falling to the ground, blood spewing from his head.

"Shit! Me too!" Tori exclaimed. "I had a great fucking spot and everything! Fucking snipers."

"Says the sniper," I said.

"Fuck off. Who got you?" she asked.

I checked my screen, then hers. "Hey, we're twinsies. 69golden_hand69."

"Fuck, not her," Tori grumbled.

"Who?"

"Izzy Barnes. From civics class? Bitch has been telling me she'd get me for weeks now; never thought she'd actually find my server," Tori said.

I knew Izzy Barnes, if just in passing because we had similar friend groups. She was a hyper little thing with choppy hair dyed bright blue, and a fashion sense of mostly bright colors. When she wasn't talking a mile a minute about fucking people up in games, she was almost kind of cute, but since fucking people up online seemed to be her life...

I checked the time on my phone. "Probably for the best, I gotta get going. Tutoring."

Tori rolled her eyes. "Oh, joy. Just remember, you interview for the paper tomorrow after school; Nadia values promptness. Don't show up on time, and it'll be both of our asses, and if it's both of our asses with her, then your ass is mine after that."

I raised my hand in promise. "I'll be there. Scout's honor."

"Good. Give my regards to Kaitlyn."

I picked up my backpack and packed my laptop inside of it. "Oh, come on, she's not that bad."

"You know what they say about people when someone says they're not that bad?"

"That they're actually that bad?" I finished. Tori tapped the side of her nose knowingly.

"Well, she may not be perfect, but I think I'm actually helping her out some," I said, walking toward the front door.

Tori called after me jokingly, "Well, if you ever get around to helping out her pussy, let me know, right?"

I laughed. "I'll get right on that!"

***

"OH FUCK, FUCK ME HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!!" Kaitlyn shouted as I railed her from behind. She was on all fours on my bed, her face pressed down hard into the pillows, her massive tits swaying deliciously with every thrust. I was already fucking her as hard as I could, but she was fucking insatiable, so I gave her every last bit of gas I had in the tank.

"GOD, FUCK, FUCK, I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMING!!" she screamed as her cunt spasmed around my cock, her body collapsing to the bed as she slowed her fucking.

"Hey, hey, I'm cumming too, I'm cumming," I said, wanting instruction on where she wanted it. Kaitlyn wasn't too picky whether I'd cum in her pussy or on her face or tits or in her mouth. This time she crawled off of me and lay on her back, jacking me slowly until I grunted and came all over her face and massive tits, spurt after spurt landing on her tongue, lips, neck, everywhere.

Drained, I fell back onto the bed, panting and staring up at the ceiling.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of that," Kaitlyn said, dabbing up cum with her fingers and sucking it off of them.

"You and I got different definitions of tired," I said, laughing.

"Maybe, but that was still pretty fucking sweet," Kaitlyn said. She grabbed her phone and took a picture of herself making a kissy face into it, still covered in cum.

"Making Brooke jealous?" I asked.

"You know it," Kaitlyn said.

"You know, you're the one making her jealous, I'm the one who's gonna pay for it, right? You think you like getting fucked hard, that girl's ass..." I trailed off.

"Yeah, well, you complain, but you know I'll make it up to you," Kaitlyn replied.

"Truth," I admitted.

"So, school paper, huh?" Kaitlyn asked as she cleaned herself of my cum.

"Yeah," I said, uncertainly. Kaitlyn and I hadn't been friends for years until we reconnected recently, but ever since that reconnection we've mostly either been fucking or talking about history to make sure she'd graduate. Our rare conversations that were related to something other than sex or tutoring were still awkward and halting, with both of us trying to find a common ground that left us long ago.

Still, it felt nice when we tried.

"Sounds like a good fit for you. Lots of people you'd get along with in there," Kaitlyn said diplomatically.

"More nerds?" I said.

"You used the word, not me," Kaitlyn said.

"Fair," I said. She wasn't wrong, though. I may have been on the anti-social side, but I was looking forward to the chance of working alongside people with more similar interests to me.

"And once you nail that interview-"

"IF I nail that interview," I interrupted.

"Oh, come on, have some fucking confidence, if this is something you want, you'll kick its ass. Once you nail that interview, I'll promise you the exclusive once I become homecoming queen," Kaitlyn said.

Homecoming. Right, that was next week. The month had really flown by.

Now, strictly speaking Homecoming wasn't exactly something I looked forward to, since it was pretty much just an excuse to wave around the school pride while hyping up a football game that'd bore anyone to tears and crowning people I didn't know and didn't care about king and queen at a dance I wouldn't attend. The games they had at the carnival beforehand, though, those were fun, especially if Tori and I were hanging out.

That was in previous years, though. Who knew what things would be like with my new status quo?

"You got the win locked down?" I asked, curious.

"I might as well. It's me and Addison Gonzalez in the front running right now, and no way in hell am I letting that slut win over me," Kaitlyn said.

I wasn't so sure about that; Addison Gonzalez was a lot nicer than, if not as smart as, Kaitlyn, and was every bit as beautiful. While Kaitlyn would've won her votes by fighting for them, Addison was likely to have won her votes simply by being Addison.

"Besides, if I win, I get to make her boyfriend my king and make her crazy jealous. Pretty sweet, huh?" Kaitlyn said.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Guess," she said.

I didn't have to guess because I knew the answer the moment I asked the question. "Kyle Bowman."

My archnemesis, the hero of Regan Hills High School and its biggest asshole all wrapped up in a giant, walking pile of blonde meat. It wasn't long ago that he gave me the offer to choose between doing his homework and having him humiliate me in front of the entire school, and riding high off of just having tittyfucked Haley Campbell, I told him to fuck off. I hadn't heard from him since, which worried me.

Kyle Bowman wasn't the kind of guy to let grudges die easy.

"You got it," Kaitlyn said.

Nervous, I asked, "You're not gonna...?"

"Fuck him? Nah, been there, done that, his dick's too small to revisit, especially after I've had your anaconda, but I'd love to make Addison think I was gonna steal her man, give her something to get her panties in a twist over. You know, usual friend stuff," she said.

"Well, that sounds like a plan," I said. Kaitlyn had become a much nicer person since we started fooling around, but her mean girl tendencies were something I'd have rather avoided. If I had my way, I'd have tried to change her in the hopes that she could become a better person, but since changing a person never really works, I figured I'd just try to act as her conscience when I could, and when I couldn't, just staying the fuck out of the way.

"Yes. Yes it does. Anyway, let me know how your interview goes tomorrow. If you get it, how about Brooke and I take you out for something special?" Kaitlyn said.

I very nearly said "it's a date," but stopped myself because Kaitlyn and I weren't dating. At least, we weren't dating as far as I was aware. We never went out to do anything romantically, but we were good at making out and hot sex, and were finally figuring out how to talk to each other, so that was something.

Did I want to be dating Kaitlyn Pruitt? That was the question, wasn't it.

Ultimately, I settled on saying, "Sure. Sounds great."

"Cool!" she said, taking my wilted cock in hand and cupping the balls. "Now, do you think you can get this up and ready for draining one more time before we get to tutoring?"

Feeling it stir, I said, "I'll give it my best."

***

The office of the Regan Hills High Puma Press was the kind of place I could've gotten lost in.

It was, like any of the less funded rooms at school, a collection of a thousand different artifacts from a thousand different eras, all expected to serve the needs of our school right here, right now. There were framed front pages from the Puma Press going back forty years to various significant historical events (all covered with the delicacy of a high school paper), and islands of tables, no two of which matched each other, each surrounded by mismatched and damaged chairs clearly salvaged from classrooms that didn't need them anymore. Technology was scant, with a giant and ancient copying machine in one corner making strange noises even though it wasn't in use, a ring of computers around the room of varying usefulness depending on their age (some of them had to date back to the '90s), and a sign leading to a black doorway at the far end of the room that read "Dark Room", which would've been useful in the days before all cameras were digital.

It was a mess of a room, but it had a smell, an energy to it that I liked. It was an intimidating kind of feeling, one of rushed deadlines and fierce argument, the kinds of things I normally tried to avoid, but somehow it felt right to me.

That was probably the only reason I wasn't completely bombing this interview.

Well, that and the room being empty, save for me and my interviewer.

18-year-old editor of the Puma Press Nadia Barclay flipped through my limited portfolio of sample articles that Tori had me draft up, occasionally raising an eyebrow, but mostly remaining immovable and stoic.

"This sports article isn't very good," she said.

"Sorry. I'm... not much into sports, but-"

"Neither am I, but the school requires that we put an inordinate amount of attention on it and entertainment related trivialities in order to maintain our funding. Besides, close to ninety percent of the people who want on this paper want to talk sports. Being a poor sports writer is not going to work against you here," Nadia said.

"Well, uh, good," I responded.

"It doesn't help you, though," Nadia added as she continued looking over my portfolio. She was pretty in a severe sort of way. A black girl with dark skin and long black hair held back in a single ponytail, lively brown eyes that scanned everything intensely behind wire-rimmed glasses. Dressed in a professional-looking sweater and jeans, she looked fairly calculating and ambitious, successful in the image she tried to give around the school of someone who's worked their ass off to get to where they are. I knew her from a few classes, and she was easily one of the smartest and most driven people in our class and was one of the easiest people to bet on becoming successful after graduation. In the articles of hers I read in preparation for my interview, she came across as impassioned and eloquent and highly knowledgeable on whatever topic she tackled.

This intimidated me, because from everything I'd seen and heard, I was expecting her to be a cold person to deal with, but when she thought I wasn't looking, I could swear I saw a smile or two crossing her lips while she read something I wrote. Impressing people was something I was new to, and impressing someone for reasons more than being pretty good at sex felt better than I'd expected.

"Your style's a bit raw, but with a little practice, I think you show some promise. Was there any section of the paper you had in mind?" Nadia asked.

This felt promising. "I was hoping entertainment? Pop culture?"

I could've gone on about these subjects at length and done a damn sight better than anyone else currently on the school paper, and I was hoping that the sample articles I'd written would prove that, but right away Nadia shook her head.

"No dice. After sports, entertainment's the other section we're not lacking for volunteers on," she said.

"I think I could offer a unique perspective, compared to the rest of your current writers," I said.

"No one's saying you can't, but I think you can do better," she said.

"I can?" I asked.

Nadia closed my portfolio and slid it across the table to me. "When you're on a topic you actually give a shit about, you're passionate, and you're smarter than about half the people I've got writing for me. You should write about more important topics than superhero movies and video games. What would you think about writing for our Current Events section?"

I thought that she was in need of people to write for a more boring section, but it didn't sound uninteresting.

"What would that entail?" I asked.

"Watching the news, reporting on what's going on, trying to get everyone around here to actually give a shit about the world. Add a little flair to things without losing the facts. We also use Current Events to give a look at what's going on around the school, so I might send you out from time to time interviewing interesting students up to interesting projects. Human interest stuff, but it doesn't need to be fluff. It's an underappreciated section, but it's my goal to gain it some appreciation before I graduate, and I'd like you to be a part of that. The position's yours, if you want it," Nadia said.

Now this I didn't see coming. I either expected her to say yes or no and send me on my way; I didn't expect a voice in the matter. Having a choice actually made me feel, well, powerful in a way that I hadn't expected. It was like... shit, did she respect me?

That was a new feeling.

My answer was simple. "Tell me when to start, boss."

Nadia smiled, and this time it wasn't a fleeting half-smile when I wasn't looking, but a genuine grin that lit up her entire pretty face. I could already see looking forward to pleasing her if just to see this rare smile.

"Welcome to the Puma Press," she said, reaching a hand out to me across the table formally. I took it and shook it, the gesture awkward but making sense under the circumstances.

"Come on, let me show you around the office," Nadia said, getting me up and guiding me around the cramped room. It had clearly been a classroom at one point or another, but now with the crowd of equipment inside there was barely enough room for twenty people. It didn't seem like there was much showing around to do, but I soon realized she was doing it as an opportunity to get a read on her newest writer.

"So, most of your articles you'll be fine to submit via e-mail, but we have editorial meetings after school every Thursday, unless they conflict with an event or holiday. You can make time for that?" Nadia asked.

"Can do," I said.

"Good. Anytime the room's unlocked and you feel the need to work on an article in peace, this office is available get some serious work done. I haven't stressed it, but this paper's been close to winning some awards in statewide competition the last two years, and I intend for us to actually get one this year," she said, her voice full of raw determination.

I felt for her. She only had one more year of high school to get glory doing what she loved, and I didn't want to disappoint her. I understood all too well what living a life of disappointment was like, and didn't feel like spreading it around to anyone more than had to receive it.

"I'll do my best," I said.

"You better," she threatened, her tone almost playful but still very serious. "So, now I need to ask you a question."

"Shoot," I said.

"Did you really tell Kyle to fuck off?" Nadia asked, her voice now pure amusement.

I grumbled. "Tori was supposed to keep it a secret."

"If it makes you feel any better, I really had to pry to get that one out of her. She swore that you swore her to secrecy, so naturally I had to use all of my infinite charm to get it out of her, because there is little that gets in the way between me and good gossip," she said.

"Naturally."

"So, did you? Tell him to fuck off?" Nadia asked.

"Yes," I said unhesitatingly.

Nadia laughed. I wasn't sure I'd ever heard her laugh before. "I wish I could've gotten a picture of that. His face must've been priceless."

"I didn't actually see his face, I was too busy running away," I said.

"Wise move. It doesn't make it any less priceless, though. You want to see the dark room?" she asked.

"Sure," I said.

Nadia led me to the far end of the room, toward the darkened door with the piece of black cloth hanging across it like a curtain. She flicked a switch next to the doorway and then led me past the curtain, through a narrow, pitch black hallway that zig-zagged first in a hard right, then a hard left. Having been to a few haunted houses in past Halloweens, I almost expected for something to jump out at me from one of the corners of the zig-zag, but nothing did.

"The hallway twists to act as a light trap," Nadia explained. "White light exposes photographic paper and undeveloped negatives, makes them useless."

"We still use this?" I asked.

"Most of our photographers have gone digital, but we have a couple who love the retro feel of film, plus people from the photography club..." she explained, leading me into the room bathed in red light. Down the center of the room were stations of chemical baths, one wall lined with machines that I assumed were used for putting pictures to paper. The other half of the room, though, was made into a bit of a lounge with an old yet comfortable-looking couch, some discarded lockers, a mini-fridge and a set of speakers.

"Mostly we use this room when we want to relax and hang out, get away from it all. There's sodas in the fridge, speakers you can dock your phone into if you want to play some music (though make sure everyone else in here likes what you're playing or you take your life into your hands), a card table and some board games. If nobody's developing any pictures, this room's got fans that make it great for smoking a little weed if that's your thing. It's mostly our private place to chill and do whatever in," Nadia said.

"Sounds great," I said, marveling at the red-tinged room. It felt as cobbled together as any other part of the Puma Press' office, but at once it felt cozy and lived in, the kind of place I could spend a lot of time in. Checking out the stack of board games they had in here, I felt pretty sure that Tori and I would have a lot of fun in here.

"One more question," Nadia said.

"Sure," I responded.

"Is it true you've got a ten inch cock?" she asked.

It says a lot about how this year had gone that this only barely surprised me, and that it didn't even surprise me enough to double-take. Nadia was a little shorter than me, and I looked down into her eyes, catching this hopeful look of lust, even in the red-bathed glow of the room.

"Yeah," I responded.

She licked her lips, then nodded to herself. "Very good. Now, if I were to explain to you that I spend most of my spare time working on this paper or one of many other projects, so much spare time that I don't get laid very often, what would you think?"

Unhesitatingly, I said, "I'd say that's a damn tragedy for a girl as beautiful as you."

"Good answer," she explained. "Would I also have to explain to you that if, say, hypothetically, something were to happen between us here in the privacy of the dark room, that it wouldn't be me abusing my power and that I'm not holding anything over you, that you can say no at any time and it wouldn't affect your standing on the paper at all?"

"You wouldn't have to. I know you're professional," I said, knowing that this was exactly what she wanted and needed to hear.

"Also a good answer," she said, nodding almost as if she needed to talk herself into doing something she desperately wanted to do. "And if I told you that I found you slightly cute and wanted to see what you could do with that cock of yours, what would you say?"

"I'd say you're lying about the part where I'm cute, but then I'd kiss you," I said.

"Good answ-" Nadia said, cut off by my kiss. This might've been the first time I had the opportunity to kiss first before things went further with any girl, and I liked it. It let me know that my confidence wasn't just some passing thing that came and went at its pleasure, but something I could call on when an opportunity for something I wanted rolled around. Wanting Nadia may not have been something I came into the room aiming to do, but it sure as hell was something I embraced now, knowing she was interested.

For someone who didn't get out very much, Nadia was a very good kisser, maybe the best of any of the girls I'd been with (even Mrs. Lynn, hard as that was to admit). Her lips were perfectly soft, she had the right amount of energy and passion, never going overboard but still very wanting. After a number of encounters where the sex came long before the kissing, this was an entirely different experience altogether just standing there in the dark, making out, lost in a world all our own.

Not that sex wasn't on the menu, though, because while we made out our hands roamed all over each other. While she eagerly rubbed my cock through my jeans, I felt up her tits, her ass, finding more to them than I'd expected based on the modest way she dressed and wanting to discover even more of what she had to offer. Still pawing at each other, we stumbled over to the couch, falling down onto it, her partially on top of me.

If there was anything that could've pushed us into overdrive, it seemed like falling onto the couch did it. We made out with greater intensity, kissing and grinding into each other. I cupped her breasts through her sweater, grinding my cock into her equally clothed crotch.

"We, uh, should probably get undressed if we want to do anything more with this," Nadia said.

"Not that this isn't fun," I said.

"No, definitely, but, I really want to see that cock I've heard so much about," she said, practically drooling as she sat up, tugging her sweater up over her blouse.

"Incidentally, who did you hear all this from?" I asked, pulling off my own shirt and untying my shoes.

Nadia smiled brightly. "A good reporter never reveals her sources."

That didn't answer my question, but when she pulled off her shirt, I didn't give a fuck about what questions I had, because a topless Nadia was all I needed to focus on. Her skin was dark and smooth, utterly perfect and begging to be touched, her C-cup tits held firmly in a white bra that glowed red under the lights of the dark room.

Enthusiastically, I dove in face first, licking and sucking on her cleavage while I reached around. I hadn't had any experience actually taking bras off for myself and was eager to learn, but I soon found out that there was a big difference between what I wanted and what I was actually able to do. I fumbled around the back, feeling for clips, Velcro, anything, but couldn't find a damn thing, much to Nadia's amusement.

Of course, her amusement was my frustration, making me growl and fight the bra even more.

"While your enthusiasm is commendable, this one clips in the front," she said.

"Oh, uh, thanks," I said, trying fruitlessly to unclasp it, only for Nadia to sigh and get it done for me.

"You know, if you keep making the rounds at this school like you have, you're gonna need to get good at that," she said.

"Uh huh," I said, utterly hypnotized by her tits. I've seen tits of every shape and size with nipples of every shape and size, but it still amazed me what kind of power they had over me the first time I saw a new pair. Nadia's weren't as big as some of the girls (and women) I've been with, but they were round and firm, barely bouncing as her bra fell off. In the red-bathed light of the room, her small but very nipples were exceptionally dark against her skin. I took one in each hand, rolling my palms over them and then flicking my thumbs against them.

"Oh yeah, like that," Nadia purred, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. I stroked and tweaked her nipples for a moment, loving how sensitive they were and how Nadia reacted. While this was fun on its own, I wasn't satisfied with just touching her nipples and squeezing her deliciously soft tits. I leaned in, licking my tongue slowly over each nipple, enjoying the soft groans they pulled from deep within Nadia.

"While this is nice, and all, very nice actually if you keep doing that, Ryan, this I was hoping you were a little more ambitious than second base," Nadia said.

"I can be ambitious," I said.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, sliding out of her pants and panties, now completely naked before me on the couch. I could smell the sex from her swollen, moist pussy even from here, the intoxicating aroma pushing me forward as I slid first out of my pants, then out of my underwear, letting my thick, ten-inch cock out for Nadia to see.

"Seems like my sources were accurate," she said in a low, awed voice, running a single finger along the bead of precum on the tip, smearing it around the head and jacking slowly. Her hand could barely fit all the way around, and she giggled softly to herself as she slowly jacked me in long strokes, expertly coaxing out more and more precum until I was slick.

Returning the favor, I reached over and started fingering her steaming cunt with two fingers, running one along the edges while curling the other inside, pulling out another hiss and a low moan from her.

"That's it, that's it, just like that, yeah, you got it, right there, right there," she whispered, her words coming more quickly the more I fingered her.

The way she expertly jacked my cock, I wasn't all that far off from where she was. "You sure, oh god, are you sure you don't get out much?"

Opening her eyes, Nadia grinned. "Just because I don't get out much doesn't mean I don't know my way around a cock."

"I wasn't saying tha-"

Before I could finish, Nadia bent over, pulling my fingers from her cunt and eagerly licking the underside of my cock. I moaned at the touch of her tongue as she licked from the bottom of my head, down the shaft, all the way to my balls. Every move was calculated and well considered, perfectly fitting her personality. At least, this is what I thought until she started sucking on my balls.

"Oh, fuck, wow, oh god," I said, reeling at the way she gently sucked and licked my large balls. She applied just enough force to drive me wild, but not enough to cause me pain. At least, not more than a slightly exquisite pain that made my toes curl.

"Okay, I'm not complaining, I swear, oh fuck, oh fuck," I said.

Nadia let my balls go, slowly kissing her way up the shaft. "Now I know you've been working your way through the cheerleaders, but let me tell you, they aren't the only ones at this school that need cock. The nerds, the outcasts, the misfits and oddballs, we'd all like a piece of this too. Open your horizons, and you'll get laid in more inventive ways than anything those popular girls have to offer."

"Sounds, oh fuck, sounds great," I said.

"Good," she responded, inhaling most of my cock in one long suck, then getting the rest down in her second bob. Nadia's oral skills were second to none, her blowjob the kind of clinical perfection that I would've expected from her as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more than half of my cock in with each bob before rocking back to the head, swirling her tongue around it and going back for more. Her juicy lips felt heavenly around my cock, and just for an instant, I got lost in it and fell on my back onto the couch.

I should've known something was up the way she was shifting around, but the way my cock never left her mouth, I wasn't aware of what was going on until she swung one of her legs around my chest, and her pussy began to drop down over my face. For all that I'd done with the other girls, I only now realized that I hadn't yet 69'd with any of them yet; I'd gotten close with Kaitlyn our first time out, but nothing like this.

Since it seemed I was all about new experiences these days, I dove in enthusiastically, grabbing Nadia's round ass and pulling her pussy down to my face, diving in and eating her out with gusto. I soon found that I liked 69ing.

Really liked 69ing, actually.

Though it was harder to focus on my own cock while we were like this, and my neck was at an awkward angle, there was a certain intimacy to it that I really liked. We were completely focused on each other's pleasure, her sucking my cock, me eating her pussy, intertwined and getting off knowing we were getting the other off.

If that weren't enough, that Nadia's pussy was perfection didn't hurt either. Her long, spread wide lips were practically soaked already when I first started digging in, licking and probing deeper and deeper, following her moans so I could find her most sensitive spots and then going in for more. Sucking on her clit practically made her squeal, so it goes without saying that I kept focusing on that, flicking it with my tongue, gently running my teeth along it, driving her into a frenzy where she attacked my cock more energetically with her mouth.

Looking up and seeing her flexing her cheeks, a tight little asshole winking up at me, I took a chance off the read I'd gotten off of her, first moistening one of my fingers by shoving it deep into her pussy, then pressing it up against her asshole. It slipped inside with only slight resistance, a deep moan escaping her core as her ass flexed, almost pulling my finger in deeper.

Letting my cock go with a wet pop, Nadia said, "You figured that out quick, didn't you?"

"What?" I asked, though coming from pressed between her thighs it probably sounded more like "WHFMPH?"

She squeezed my finger with her asshole. "That all us uptight girls really love it in our asses."

I hadn't figured that out, but I was glad for the confirmation, pressing my finger in and twisting it even harder, which made her suck my cock with more ferocity.

We probably could've kept going like this for a while if it hadn't been for the faint white light in the corner of the room. I saw it before Nadia did, the girl in the black coat, heavy boots and short skirt working at one of the photographic machines. As if sensing that I could see her, she turned to me, smiling amusedly. With pale skin, numerous piercings in her ears and one in her nose, choppy black hair and heavy makeup around the eyes, it could only be Josie Wong, Regan Hills High School's resident goth princess.

"Uh," I muttered, loud enough to get Nadia's attention. She turned her head to face Josie.

"Hey, Nadia," Josie said casually.

"Hey, Josie," Nadia said with equal casualness. How they could both be so casual either told me a lot about them, or a lot of what went on in this room. Maybe both.

Nadia continued, "First, I didn't say you should stop eating my pussy and fingering my ass, Ryan. Keep going, because you're doing a great job so far and I'm really looking forward to cumming. Josie and me have some business to attend to, I'll make it swift."

Confused but not wanting to disappoint, I continued eating and fingering Nadia while she stroked my cock and talked to Josie.

"Now, Josie?" Nadia asked.

"Yeah?" Josie replied, not looking away from her machine.

"Did I, oh fuck, yeah, did I or did I not put the 'Do Not Disturb' signal outside this room?" Nadia said, moaning softly.

"You did," Josie confirmed.

"I did. And here you are," Nadia replied.

"My negatives just finished drying and I wanted to check them out on the enlarger before I headed home. I thought I could get in and out quick-like," Josie said.

"And yet, here we are," Nadia said. The way she could handle a meeting this casually while I was sincerely giving her my best was strange, and made me wonder how exactly working alongside her would go.

"So, you caught me; it's not like this is the worst thing either of us has walked in on the other doing," Josie said.

"Truth," Nadia admitted, giving me much more of a picture of the debauchery this room had seen than I was expecting.

"Who's that between your legs, and is that thing between his real?" Josie asked.

"This is Ryan Collins, you know him, right?" Nadia said.

"Yeah, we take English together," Josie said, waving to me. "Hey, Ryan."

"He's the newest writer on the paper, and, yes, that's real," Nadia said, kissing the tip of my cock.

"Bitchin'," Josie said. "Look, I'll be quick, and then I'll be out of your hair."

"Don't hurry on our account," Nadia said. I could've said something right then, but I was so wrapped up in the strangeness that I just decided it was best to keep eating her pussy and fingerfucking her ass more enthusiastically, enjoying the way she squealed.

"I won't, I got shit to do, places to go, people to kill and all that, but if you're offering, I wouldn't mind watching for a little bit. I'd love to see what that could do, maybe cum once or twice before leaving," Josie said.

"Well, having been on the receiving end of your voyeuristic tendencies before, I don't mind. Ryan, what do you think? Would you mind an audience?" Nadia asked.

I looked over at Josie. Though she wasn't fully my type, there was something in her gothic trashiness that appealed. Maybe it was the way her low-cut tank top showed off her D-cup tits so nicely, or that her leather skirt made her ass look so perfect. Maybe it was just the way she bit her lip as she looked at us, her face one of pure lust even in her attempt at a look of dull detachment.

At this point, I was willing to accept pretty much anything put before me. "Sure, why the fuck not?"

"Fuck yeah," Josie said, pulling a folding chair on over to us. Nadia got up from the couch and guided me into a sitting position.

She whispered in my ear, "Come on, let's give her a good show."

Following this, Nadia straddled my hips, rubbing her soaked pussy up and down my cock before sliding first the head, then the first few inches of my shaft inside. With agonizing slowness, she rocked her hips back and forth, drawing ever so slightly more and more of my cock inside of her until every inch was buried up her exquisite cunt. I moaned with exquisite pleasure at the image of her dark pussy skin stretched around my cock.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Josie said from her chair. She'd hiked her skirt up around her waist and pulled a black thong to the side, burying three fingers in her cunt as she watched us. I almost believed, for a moment, that she would join us, which would've been strange if not unwelcome, but she kept her ground on her chair, watching us and fingering herself as Nadia started to bounce in my lap, and I started to fuck into her.

Nadia leaned over, first to kiss me, then to arch her back, forcing her tits toward my eager mouth. I sucked on them like my life depended on them, pounding up into her harder and harder.

"Right there, right there, like that, fuck yeah, fuck yeah, right there, Ryan, god, so glad you came in to interview today," Nadia moaned, taking almost my entire cock with each violent stroke, pleasure coursing through my body and making my toes curl.

Watching this, Josie moaned, "Oh, that's nice."

"Glad to, oh fuck, glad to be a part of the paper," I said.

"We're gonna have a, damn, right there, so good, we're, we're gonna have a great year on this paper, and not just like this, not just sex, though some of that too, because, fuck, fuck this is nice. All of us together, we're gonna kick ass, write some great material, win some fucking awards. Gonna be the best fucking year the Puma Press has ever had, the kind of year they're gonna talk about after we're gone. We're gonna make this year part of our FUCKING LEGACY!" Nadia yelled, flipping her ponytail around as I fucked her pussy even harder.

"Whatever you say, boss, just keep fucking him, like that," Josie said. Seeing my eyes on her, she spread her pussy lips for me to get a better look, smiling and flicking her tongue at me. Her eyes promised me something that would come for me down the line. Not today, because today was for Nadia and me, but we would have some fun soon.

I looked forward to it.

For now, though, I was happy to listen to Nadia preach about how great this year was going to be at the altar of my cock. There was something in her confidence, the way she could talk about what this year promised while still fucking me with an incomparable ferocity. She couldn't keep it going forever, though, not the way she was starting to shake, not with how thoroughly I'd eaten her pussy before we got started. She had a hair trigger by this point, and I reached down with my thumb to her clit, setting her off.

"Oh shit, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" Nadia shouted, bucking and shuddering against me as her pussy clenched my cock. It almost set me off, almost made me fill her with cum, but not quite. It took focus, it took work, but I held off.

I wasn't ready, not yet. Not if we had an audience. Not if we really wanted to make a show of it.

Nadia leaned against me, pressing her breasts into my chest, kissing me softly over and over.

"That... that was great," she said, planting kisses up the side of my neck.

"Great for you; you promised a show, I wanted a money shot!" Josie complained.

I pulled Nadia close, nibbling and whispering into her ear. I wasn't sure she'd be up for my suggestion, but the way she cooed and rocked against my cock, I knew I'd gotten her excited.

She stood up off of me, my cock plopping out of her stretched out pussy and bouncing against my stomach, before she turned to face Josie.

"So you want a show? You want a money shot?" Nadia taunted, leaning over to stroke my cock still slick with her juices.

"That'd be nice, yeah," Josie said, now pinching at a nipple through her top.

"Well, how's this for a show?" Nadia said, squatting down and lining my cock up with her asshole, then slowly, slowly sitting on it. Her ass wasn't quite as epically tight as Brooke's, but that didn't mean it wasn't incredibly tight.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck," I grunted, holding onto her hips and guiding her down slowly, helping inch after inch slip inside of her.

"Fuck, fuck that's big! Fuck it's gonna tear me up so good, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Nadia yelled, pinching her nipples as she descended.

"Oh, fuck that's hot," Josie said, her eyes wide, her fingering intensifying.

"You have no idea," I said, enjoying the hot tightness of her ass, the way she settled onto me slowly until all ten inches of my cock were buried in her ass.

"Holy shit, fuck, fuck you're big," Nadia moaned, leaning back to kiss me.

"Yeah, well you're fucking tight," I said, grabbing her hip with one hand and filling my other with her tit. She leaned into me, smiling and kissing me, rolling her ass up and down on my cock a couple inches.

"Like I said... all us uptight bitches really love it up the ass," Nadia said, kissing me, spurring me on by starting to rise and lower herself onto my cock.

"Hey, I like it in the ass too, I'm like, the anal queen, just FYI," Josie moaned.

"Fuck off and cum, Josie," Nadia said. "He's mine today. Not that I don't wholly recommend having this up your ass, FUCK!"

Nadia spread her legs for purchase and went to town on my cock, riding it hard, almost taking its entire length with each stroke. We were wild animals, beyond words, focusing solely on the pleasure of my cock splitting her ass wide open. Nadia and Josie were both fingering themselves fiercely, and I was almost numbed by the intense pleasure of fucking Nadia in the ass in front of another girl I barely knew, but it was going to end, very soon. Nadia had gotten me so worked up from our 69 and the savage fucking she'd given me on her couch that it was a minor miracle I was able to keep it up in her exquisitely tight ass.

Finally, it was too much.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna..." I grunted.

"Not yet, fuck, not yet, you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum first Josie, fuck, cum for us, cum for us dammit you fucking goth slut!" Nadia demanded. I held back as hard as I could, but the way she was taking my cock, I wasn't sure I could.

"You, you got it, boss, FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Josie cried out, cumming all over her hand, screaming and moaning and laughing, never breaking eye contact with us as she smiled a broad, lusty grin.

"Shit, shit, FUCK!" Nadia said, cumming with a gush down my legs.

I'd held on long enough, but there were no holding back the floodgates at this point with what felt like the biggest orgasm I'd ever built up in my life.

"GOD, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! FUCK!" I yelled. Nadia leaped off of my cock and knelt in front of me in time enough to aim my cock at her open mouth. Rope after rope of cum splashed into her mouth, across her face and down her chest onto her tits. It felt like it must've been gallons, and by the time I was finished, I was completely and utterly finished. I was delirious from the pleasure, barely able to feel my legs let alone stand.

Thankfully, despite the savage ass-fucking she'd just received, Nadia was able to stand. She swallowed all the cum in her mouth in one big gulp, went over to my pants and pulled out my phone, tossing it to me.

"So, you heard about that, too?" I said, a little nervous.

"Like I said: nothing gets in between me and gossip. Besides, who am I to get in the way of your 'Senior Year Memories'?" she asked, getting back on her knees and smiling up at me.

"Hey, wait up, I wanna get in on this," Josie said, kneeling beside Nadia. She stuck out her tongue, licking cum off of Nadia's smiling cheek. The image of a naked, cum-soaked Nadia alone would've been one that was going to be burned into my memory forever, but the fully dressed Asian goth chick next to her licking my semen off her face made this a perfect one for the photo album. I took a couple pictures, then fell back into the couch, trying to catch my breath.

"Things aren't like this all the time, but I really hope you'll enjoy it here on the Puma Press; we really try to do some good work here," Nadia said, getting back to her feet. Still on unsteady legs, she found a roll of paper towels on top of the mini-fridge and started to clean off. Josie, almost pretending that nothing happened, readjusted her skirt and went back to checking her negatives on the enlarger.

Hands behind my head, I leaned back and smiled. "I think I'll like it here."

***

Dad once told me to look out for those times in life when it feels like everything's going your way, because life's got a way of choosing those exact moments to knock you down a peg and remind you you're just human. Back before this year began, I took those words to heart, keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble and automatically assuming the worst, and so far it'd protected me.

Walking out of the school's newspaper office and taking in a deep breath of the warm, threatening to cool autumn air, walking toward the bike rack with a fresh spring in my step it was hard to see that anything bad could happen to me. After all, how could anything bad happen after so much good had happened?

Hadn't I just 69'd and assfucked Nadia Barclay while we were watched by a hot, masturbating goth chick after winning a spot on the school paper?

Hadn't I had sex with Mrs. Lynn, the hottest and nicest teacher in school, the woman I'd have very recently called my biggest crush of all time?

Hadn't I fucked Kaitlyn Pruitt, setting off this insane year and transforming her into an old friend instead of the enemy she'd become?

How could anything go wrong when so much was going right?

As usual, the answer to that question was 18-year-old Kyle Bowman.

"Hey, Ryan," he said from behind me.

My survival instinct must've been slow, because I didn't think twice about turning around to face him.

"You tell me to fuck off? FUCK YOU!" he yelled.

I didn't see him, because by the time I was facing him, all I could see was his fist about to connect with my right eye.

And that's when things went dark for a while.