Senior Year Memories

(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun. This story is highly serialized, and though it's not 100% necessary to have read the whole story up until this point to enjoy the content of the chapter, it's definitely advisable to understand the many ongoing plots.)

Author's Note: So, it only took the better part of a year to finish Spring Break, but hey, we're back to the main series! Thank you all for your patience, I hope you're all looking forward to getting back to Regan Hills High with a new batch of sexy SYM Girls to share it with. It's been an eventful period of time in my life with a lot of changes, some good, some not so good, but it is what it is. I won't have quite the same amount of free time I've had these past few years to write, but I am dedicated to continuing this series until it reaches its end. As such, I want to thank all of you who have consistently supported me; it's meant a lot to me and generally kept me going through a lot of rougher times, and I look forward to seeing where things continue to develop!

Previously, on Senior Year Memories and Spring Break Memories:After sex-fueled final day at school before Spring Break, 18-year-old Ryan Collins got to enjoy one week of debauchery with some of his best friends at Regan Hills High. Spring Break saw him enjoy a poolside encounter with 18-year-old cheerleader Haley Campbell, an improvised escape room with 18-year-old stage crew girl Olivia Raine-Goldblum, some light B&E at the school with gorgeous class president 18-year-old Sabrina Singh, showing off for his best friend, 18-year-old Tori McNeil, and her girlfriend, 18-year-old April Martel, going to a strip club with his girlfriend, 18-year-old Sarah Kent, hitting up his first Ren Faire with 18-year-old Alice Talbot, and ending with helping make his legend at the Regan Hills water tower with 18-year-old Kaitlyn Pruitt. After a busy Spring Break, Ryan's looking for a little "back to normal," but as we all know, nothing is all that normal at Regan Hills...

***

As it so often felt after even the shortest of school holidays, it seemed like almost a year had passed since I'd been back to Regan Hills High School, but now that it was time to go back, I found myself actually rather excited. It was a pleasant change of affairs from how the year had begun, but with my time at Regan Hills High no longer characterized solely by tedium and fearing for my life from bullies and instead on friendship and wild sex, the thought of going back to school brought on the anticipation of new adventures and wonder at just where things were going to go next.

I was hoping for a *slight* change in pace in April from how things went during March. Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of fun with a *lot* of girls, but I was also not interested in finding a new Micah Burke problem to deal with. Though I knew he'd been chastened by having been caught and dressed down by Mrs. Harker, and Olivia and I had conspired to give him the humiliation a bully like him deserved, I knew that for the near future I'd have to keep my head on a swivel to avoid any potential retribution from him. It wasn't like I was expecting any, so to speak, but it didn't hurt to be on the cautious side with such things.

Nevertheless, any fear of fallout from the Micah incident was minimal when compared to the anticipation and excitement that came with getting back to school. Although I'd spent my Spring Break with a lot of girls I'd come to really care about over the year, even more of them were out for the entire week, and aside from the occasional texts and nudes, I'd barely seen anything of them. I was looking forward to getting back to school to see even more of them...

*Especially* with the news that Dad had slipped given me recently. As far as I knew, it wasn't exactly set in stone yet, but there were exciting developments I was greatly looking forward to sharing, the kind that could certainly make the rest of the year more interesting.

As I heard the car pull up to the front of my house, I smiled, looking forward to passing the word along to my ride this morning.

Grabbing my backpack and calling out to say goodbye to Dad, I strolled through the front door, picking up my bicycle along the way. I brought it over to the cute little car out in front of my house, quickly loading it in the back before I took the passenger seat, looking over the driver and smiling at them... because it was pretty much impossible *not* to smile when you looked at 18-year-old Brooke King.

"Hey, cutie," she said to me, leaning in for a quick kiss, quickly reaching over to grope my cock through my jeans.

You couldn't say I disliked the way she greeted me, as I reached beneath her skirt and returned the favor as I kissed her back.

"Hey, Brooke... you seem in a good mood?" I said, looking her over.

As petite as she was cute, and she was achingly cute, my heart swelled with love and affection as I took in the sight of my tiny blonde girlfriend. At a lean and fairly slender 5'1", she looked almost a scale model of a girl, with shoulder-length blonde hair that she kept in a pair of loose pigtails that framed her soft, utterly adorable face. Big green eyes looked up at me with an eagerness I always loved, her full lips curled in the cutest damn smile you'd have ever seen. With small, A-cup breasts, she may not have been as stacked as a lot of the girls in school, but I knew she more than made up for it with energy and enthusiasm... and an ass to kill for. Dressed today in her blue and white Regan Hills High cheerleading outfit led to a certain degree of easy access when reaching under her short skirt, which I enjoyed for a moment after teasing her pussy through her panties, before I withdrew.

"Well, I ain't the only one," Brooke replied, giggling. "Glad to see ya missed me like I missed you!"

Kissing me playfully again, we both straightened out a bit as she pulled the car away from the curb and began to drive us to school. Even though we saw each other frequently, ever since we'd entered into the unique relationship we had, I found it difficult not to stare at Brooke sometime. God only knew if we were going to be doing this for the long haul, but while we were together, I was still in awe of the fact that this cheerleader so eagerly wanted to be my girlfriend every bit as much as I wanted to be her boyfriend. I loved her, well beyond mere animal attraction... not to say that the animal side of things wasn't fun, either.

"What's not to miss?" I replied, grinning. "So, happy to be back?"

"Honestly, yeah," Brooke explained, smiling. "It's not like I don't enjoy hanging around someplace warm and hanging out in a bikini more often than not, but, I miss you, miss my girlfriends, my friends, so, yeah, it's, like, totally for the best to be back here. I like here more now, I think... and not having Mom tease me so much for all the pics I was sending you and Josie and Sarah."

"It didn't seem like it was *that* much," I replied. "Thanks for the pictures, though... those were pretty great."

"I know, right? I got some totally great bikinis for the occasion; really glad I got to use as many of them as I did..." she said, smiling at me cutely. "And thanks for the dick pics in reply. Those were, like, *very* welcome... touched myself to those a *lot*."

I laughed. "Glad to hear it."

Brooke giggled again in reply, continuing, "But, nah, it wasn't like Mom was, like, teasing me for sending so many pictures to ya, it's more that, ya know, she was asking after ya and telling me the kinds of hot pictures guys love to see, like she thought I didn't know what I should be sending to a guy, but, it's kinda sweet in its way, too. Mom's looking out for me... and I think she wants to fuck ya a little, too... or maybe a lot. Probably a lot, honestly."

It was one of those things that spoke to the experiences I'd had this year, and the things I'd learned about a lot of Regan Hills families, that I didn't react with a lot of surprise to hear Brooke explain to me so plainly about how her mother, Mrs. Brittany King, wanted to have sex with me. I'd run into her a few times around Brooke's house, and she looked like an older, MILFier version of Brooke, which was never a bad thing in my book. She'd done some subtle, and some *not* so subtle flirting with me in some of our interactions, and I'd always enjoyed and encouraged this because... well, mostly because it was fun. And, of course, because I knew that Brooke wouldn't have a problem with it. Mr. and Mrs. King were a unique pair when it came to sex (as my other girlfriend, Josie, found out during her encounter with Brooke's dad), swingers who also had plenty of other adventures around town, and that Brooke didn't mind a damn thing they did and had no problem with the rest of us hooking up with them always struck me as certainly unique.

"Think I should do something about that one of these days?" I asked, smirking.

"Oh, yeah, *totally,*" Brooke laughed. "Get her to stop talking to me about it... throw her down, get her off and, like, get her *off* my case."

"Consider it done," I replied, poking her in the side playfully.

She squealed, surprised. "Hey, I'm driving!"

"I've fingered you while you've driven," I joked back.

"Yeah, well, fingering's different from a finger poke to the side," Brooke said, defending herself.

"Good to know," I replied, smirking with barely held back restraint. "I've got some news, too."

"Your dad wants to bone down with me, too?" she joked back.

I paused for a moment. "Not that he's told me, but I guess it's possible. No, that wasn't my news... Dad's told me he's got a line on a car from me from one of his old buddies... I'll probably get it within the next few days, so, you know, I'm not gonna be reliant on these rides anymore. Can actually give you rides, actually."

Brooke squealed with delight. Considering how much she'd driven for me over the course of the year, I didn't begrudge her this enthusiasm.

"Oh, that's so fuckin' awesome! Congrats!" she exclaimed.

I squeezed her thigh, hoping to temper the enthusiasm somewhat. "Yeah, well... I don't know what exactly I'm gonna get. This buddy of Dad's... he mostly deals in bizarre fucking vehicles; there's every chance that I'll wind up with a decommissioned Soviet troop carrier or an abandoned ice cream truck."

"Hey, so long as it drives and there's room to fuck in the back of it, I think you'll do alright," Brooke replied, smiling at me cutely.

I looked on her with what was probably a fair bit of love, the kind that I chose to act on the moment we hit the next red light. I quickly leaned over, kissing Brooke on the cheek, before straightening out and looking ahead with what was certainly a slightly goofy look on my face. If I looked *too* goofy, though, she didn't seem to mind for a moment, blushing slightly and smiling even more brightly.

"You know, I really fucking love being with you," I said, still smiling.

"Hey, back atcha..." Brooke replied, smirking at me as the light turned green. "Bein' with you this year's been one of the big highlights of my life, believe me... hey, it's like, totally early, and we got a bit of time before school and I need a bit of help getting off Spring Break time; you mind if I hit the drive-thru and grab some coffee while we're, like, on our way?"

"No problem," I replied, smiling. "That wild, huh?"

"Eh, not *that* wild," she admitted, hitting her turn signal so we could take a detour by a nearby coffee place. "Mostly spent time swimming, getting some sun, enjoying the scenery, listening to podcasts... like, nothing *too* exciting."

Amused, I raised an eyebrow. "You spent most of your Spring Break listening to podcasts?"

Looking mock offended, Brooke replied, "And that's totally a crime?"

"No, not at all, just never took you for the podcast type. Something steamy? True crime? Just tell me it wasn't any of that manosphere bullshit," I said, laughing.

She screwed up her face in disgust. "Ewww, no... you know I totally got better taste than that."

For good measure, Brooke poked me in the side, and since I pretty well deserved it, I didn't fight her on this.

"Seriously, what've you been listening to?" I asked.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she replied, "A little bit of everything, ya know I like to dabble in whatever can be dabbled in. Dakota turned me on to a good local one, though, done by someone from school, even. You know Sig Nakata?"

"Not well," I admitted, though admittedly that spoke for a lot of our class, really.

18-year-old Sigourney "Sig" Nakata was a bit of a rebel who had their own way of doing things, but had a clever confidence that always led to some interesting class discussions whenever they got called upon by a teacher... and might have gotten them sent to detention about as many times for the same reason. With a gorgeous face with delicate features that showed off their Japanese heritage well and a rather great body (I'd noticed their long legs and D-cup breasts more than a couple times, I'll admit), they could have blended in well with any popular crowd they wanted to, but that wasn't exactly Sig's style. With their long black hair shaved on one side and an eclectic fashion sense that seemed halfway between tactical and ultra-girly, they had a way of making sure you couldn't miss them.

Even then, that they were a podcaster was news to me... though that might have also had something to do with the fact that I barely listened to podcasts.

"You up for listening to an episode? They dropped a new one today and I wanted to give it a listen... they often, like, make it pretty juicy, goin' into local history or some gossip without it getting too exploitative, often have some good interviews, too. And if it bores you, I can shut it off, no problem," Brooke replied.

Now, I'll admit that I knew a sales pitch when I heard one, but Brooke could be persuasive, and we sure as hell had a little bit of time to kill before school.

"Sure, what the hell, let's give it a try," I said, shrugging.

Smiling, Brooke tapped a few quick times on her phone on its dashboard mount before a jaunty, if certainly homemade, little tune began to play. After a few moments like this, a sultry, playfully energetic voice came in, talking not quite as mile-a-minute as Izzy Barnes, but still pretty fucking fast.

"Hello listeners, it's your favorite femme they/them, Sig Nakata, here for another episode of Regan Hills Happenings. Thank you all who are listening in, there may not be many of ya, but I love y'all anyway! Much as I hate self-promotion, gotta do that usual reminder to like and subscribe and send money and I can keep this going; making all this is still a one-person show, and I love and welcome all the support I can get. Now, before we move on with the rest of this episode, I've gotten a lot of complaints, some of 'em even well spelled, about how horny my last two or three episodes were... and, well, even though I'd say that's a *you* problem, and ask all y'all if you've actually taken a look around Regan Hills lately, or, you know, *ever*, good news for you: today's episode is gonna be at least 40% less horny... maybe even up to 70%, I swear, this is my solemn vow!"

I smirked, already amused by thoughts of the looks on Sig's face as they said this. That they made Brooke laugh was certainly a bonus, but already, I was enjoying what they had to say.

"In addition to all my usual reminders to fight the power and question everything you hear (yes, even little ol' adorable me), I've got some news on upcoming school events and an interview with Chloe Marcus and Tommy Jarvis, our stars of the upcoming school production of Little Shop of Horrors (great fucking show, and these guys are gonna knock it out of the park, I know it)... but as I like to start episodes with a little bit of wit and wisdom from my often chaotic mind, I'd like to kick things off today by sharing some thoughts on... well, recognizing that the end's right around the corner."

Steering her car into the coffee shop's drive-thru line, Brooke asked, "So, whaddya think?"

"I'm still listening," I said, smirking at Brooke amusedly. "And certainly not disliking what I'm hearing."

I was keeping things understated until I'd heard enough to make a full judgment, but I was enjoying Sig's somehow casual, yet energetic, delivery, and I was definitely interested in hearing more.

"Oh, it's not the end of days yet... things haven't gotten fucked up enough in the real world just yet, anyway, no matter how hard they try... but I'm talking to my fellow Regan Hills High School seniors, about how it's April, and the end is in sight! Spring Break's just about over as I'm recording this, and the end is around the corner, and though we've all got futures of one sort or another to look forward to, I find myself thinking about one thing and one thing only these days: just what the fuck should I be doing *now*?"

Unconsciously, I leaned in, listening in more intently. Though most of my classmates were talking about the future these days, and the future certainly had a way of preoccupying me more and more as it became clear that my days as a student at Regan Hills High were certainly numbered... but at the same time, I wasn't ready for senior year to be over just yet (even if I had spent part of Spring Break securing my "legend"), and I hadn't had a lot of time to figure out just how the "now" came into things. I should probably have been asking some people I was closer to about this, but lacking that conversation in the moment, I was definitely down to hear what Sig had to say.

"Well, your mileage and anxiety levels may vary (not to mention the dosages of your anxiety medications, which we should probably compare notes about), but if you're listening and wanna hear my limited insight on the matter, here it is: do whatever the fuck you wanna do right now, but whatever it is you do, make sure you actually *do* it. I know it sounds cliched, but we don't have a lot of time left, and cliches are a good shortcut to get a point across, so I'm gonna use one when I say, don't let this year just *happen* to you. You should be the one *happening* to this year! Seize the fucking day while you still can, because we don't have a lot of days left... I mean, obviously use your common sense, don't hurt yourself or anyone else or do anything illegal, your old-but-not-actually-old friend Sig's not encouraging that, but don't let the rest of this year pass you by! Make this year yours while you still can (responsibly, I cannot stress the *responsibly* part enough)!"

Brooke paused the podcast, briefly. "Not bad, huh?"

"Not bad," I agreed. "Never hurts to have that kind of reminder."

"No kidding! Sig likes to keep things chill, but common sense, and, well, makes them fun to listen to. You wanna keep going?" she asked.

Not needing to think too hard on this, I said, "Sure, what the hell?"

***

Of course, the day couldn't all be hanging out with Brooke, getting coffee and listening to a surprisingly well put together podcast from one of our classmates, as we were getting back to school and back to work after a week off and there was a *lot* that needed to be done to do all that, but maybe I listened a little too hard to that whole "don't let this year just *happen* to you" speech from Sig. I had an extra spring in my step and zest for school that I wouldn't have expected after taking a week off, *especially* a week with as much sex as I'd had, and rather enjoyed the good vibes that came with it. I turned in my homework with confidence (because, somehow, I found time to actually do some homework over Spring Break), knocked a pop quiz out of the park, and even managed to make my way down to the Puma Press offices during an early break in the day feeling pretty confident in an assignment I'd sent in over Spring Break.