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: And we're back! As noted when I posted the last chapter, it's been an eventful year for me, and scheduling's going to be all over the place, especially now that I'm starting a new day job in the next few days. Nevertheless, even if paying the bills will make posting this series a little more irregular, I'm still going to write and post in this series whenever I can. Seriously, I've said it before and I'll say it again, it means the world to me that you've all supported me this long and often kept me going through a lot of life's rougher times, and I look forward to seeing where things continue to develop. As well, regarding this chapter in particular, I know it's been a LONG time coming, but I want to thank all of you whose votes helped develop this chapter's leading lady, the hot Irish foreign exchange student, Maeve O'Brien! I know you guys have been waiting a long time to see her, and I hope her appearance turns out to be better late than never!

Previously, on Senior Year Memories:Returning from Spring Break has given 18-year-old Ryan Collins a spring in his step, and with the help of a podcast from 18-year-old classmate Sig Nakata, he has embraced an attitude of seizing the day while he still has some senior year to go. After finding out that he's of interest to the ambitious, and intense, yearbook head, 18-year-old Becca Ashe, Ryan had a fun little rendezvous with 18-year-old Nica Dubois in the abandoned Bungalow 237 at lunchtime. Though he nearly was able to enjoy an encounter with the hot, 18-year-old Irish foreign exchange student Maeve O'Brien, scheduling didn't shake out for them, leading to a rain check that both looked forward to. This turned out for the best after Ryan was confronted by the pious Mrs. Erin Cusack, angry that he had taken the virginity of her daughter, Sophie. After some intense discussions, Ryan seized his moment and seduced Mrs. Cusack, leading to wild sex, and after she left well-fucked and satisfied, Ryan discovered that his dad had come through with a promise to buy him a car, the gaudily-painted "Party Hearse", much to Ryan's amusement.

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I'd be lying if I said I knew anything serious about cars, other than the fact that I'd wanted one since well before I'd gotten my driver's license. I knew how to drive, I knew the basics of taking care of them, but when it came down to the ins and outs of how they worked, of what it would take to determine just what the hell kind of car a mystery car was, then I was pretty helpless overall. I didn't think that this would be *much* of a weakness when it finally came around to that time where I was going to get a car, but knowing how odd the vehicles my dad's contact for cheap cars had a way of procuring, I should've known better.

When I got home from school that afternoon to find that my new car was a gaudily painted hearse with an extra row of passenger seats, and shag carpeting and a disco ball where the coffin would usually be placed, I'd gotten a good laugh out of it because it seemed about on par with what I *should* have been expecting from Dad's friend. However, once I got over the initial shock of my new "PARTY HEARSE" (so named because that was exactly what was written across the side of it), I wanted to know some more about it to see just what I was getting into. It might have been weird, and it might have been mine, but I was sincerely hoping that it wasn't going to cost me too much in case it turned out to be a piece of garbage.

When my own search for information proved fruitless, I shook down my own list of contacts, offering the occasional sexual favor for any assistance that someone might be able to offer me, and while plenty of girls were more than up for sex, there were few who knew much about cars... but when one *did* get back to me saying that she'd give it her best, I was grateful and curious.

At least until she popped the hood of the car and started laughing.

"What the fuck... like, what the *actual* fuck is going on in here?" 18-year-old Jess Garza laughed, taking a step back before she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of what was going on inside.

"Is that... is that bad?" I asked.

The smile didn't leave Jess' face, not that that was all that foreign a look for her. Jess was the very definition of easygoing, a beautiful Latina skater and stoner who walked through life with a delighted grin and a fun-loving attitude. I'd helped get her grades up in history over the past few months, and we'd been having a fair bit of sex in that period as well since, well, it was something the two of us were exceedingly good at. At 5'2" and usually dressed in a hoodie and knit cap that covered her curly black hair, it was easy to underestimate Jess not just for how smart she actually was, but for how fucking *hot* she was as well. Beneath her outer "don't give a fuck" layers of clothing, she usually wore a tight, midriff-bearing shirt that ably showed off her big, round, DD-cup tits, and pants that would often strain to hold back her impressively wide, round, Latina ass.

She still had her knit-cap holding back her black curls, but today wore a pair of olive-green cargo pants and a tight, faded white tank top that she looked utterly yummy in for the way it stretched against her rack. I'd have been hard already if I weren't so curious about her assessment of the car, but now that she looked under the hood and reacted as dramatically as she had, I was more concerned than aroused.

Still laughing, Jess replied, "Oh, it ain't a *problem* problem, it's just... I've never seen anything like it. It's got so many redundancies and extra parts in here, so many more than it needs... this thing actually runs, right?"

I'd only driven it around the block a few times, but enough to know that it ran surprisingly smoothly.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"Then this thing will probably either last a hundred years, or it'll explode at any moment, that's my best amateur assessment; I sent the pics of what I found to my tíos, and once they're done laughing, one of 'em'll probably know what we're lookin' at here... I'm not one of the ones that cars runs in the blood of in my family, but one of them oughta know at least *something*," Jess continued.

She closed the hood, then went over to the garage sink, washing her hands. I was hoping for something a little more comforting, or at least a little more certain in how un-comforting it would be, from Jess than this; I needed to probe further.

"That's a lot of room for margin for error... do you think you can narrow it down to whether it's more likely to explode or last?" I asked, trying to sound offhand but feeling more than a little worried. "I mean..."

"Look, it's not like I'm an *expert* expert, I've just picked some stuff up here and there," she explained, finishing washing her hands and tearing off a paper towel to dry off. "But everything looks clean and well-maintained... shit, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that everything under the hood was brand new, so you've got that in your favor near as I can tell. I haven't seen what it looks like underneath, so maybe there's some bad surprises waiting for you in the undercarriage, but I'm not bettin' on that either. I mean, its paint job looks like ass, but it's got some character, so, it'll probably grow on me when I get to seein' it around the school parking lot. Whoever made this monstrosity what it is now clearly put a *lot* of love into it, and for whatever your pops did or didn't pay for it, you probably got a good deal, so... yeah, I *think* you've likely got a good one here, but I'd like to hear back from at least one of my uncles before-"

Her phone let out a loud alert for a new text. "Ah, speak of the devil."

Jess pulled her phone out and quickly scrolled through her texts, nodding knowingly.

"Alright, my tío Mateo says what you've got here is most likely a heavily modded 'Tabard Psychopomp'," Jess explained, struggling with the last word but giving it her best.

"I've never heard either of those words in the context of cars," I replied, feeling more confused than ever.

"Well, you got me beat, since I've never heard either of those words," she answered, shrugging. "The way he's describing it, it's from a company that no longer exists in a country that no longer exists, so getting spare parts might be a problem (and whoever filled it with new parts might be some kind of mad genius)... but, good news, among other features, depending on how much modding they did to the frame of it, it can also stop certain anti-tank rounds, so, you know, that's good to know in case you need it. Guess that's also understandable given that whole thing of it comin' from a country that no longer exists. It came in a couple models... does your key have any of those fob buttons on it?"

I ran my finger over the car key in my pocket, remembering its multicolored buttons, many of them with pictures of animals on them.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"Does it have eight, nine, or eleven buttons?" Jess asked, continuing to read the details of the texts from her uncles.

"Nine," I replied, running my thumb over it nervously. "Why?"

She nodded, her eyes widening. "Huh. I'll pass on the info I got here, but from what I'm seein' here there's a few buttons you should probably never press. You know, safety concerns and all that?"

"Wonderful," I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'll add those to my list of features I'll never use, right next to the six ashtrays I've found."

"Going by what I'm seeing here, there should actually be nine, counting the ones on the outside," Jess explained, laughing with me. "They're probably fold-out."

"Oh, good, because I was worried I didn't have *enough* ashtrays I'd never use," I said, walking over and hugging Jess. "Seriously, thanks for all the help with this."

Jess hooked her thumbs into the pockets of her cargo pants roguishly, shooting me a playful smirk that would always do it for me. She had always been one of the more fun-loving girls that I'd known, always handling life in her own devil-may-care way that I knew was more than just the weed talking (though with Jess, quite often it *was* the weed talking). She was a good, thoughtful girl, passionate and eager, who always found a way to keep the good times rolling even when she was clothed. Not that I didn't mind her unclothed, however, something that her smirk was certainly hinting at.

"Oh yeah, so you're *thankful*, huh?" Jess continued, strolling over toward me, playful seduction in her stride as she looked me over hungrily.

"Uh huh," I confirmed, smiling and enjoying where this was leading.

"*How* thankful?" she asked, stepping to be within a foot of me, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Now, truthfully, I *was* incredibly, actually thankful for everything she offered to help me out with my car, because I pretty much knew nothing of this subject and now knew a whole lot more than I would've without her. However, I'd also had my share of experience this year knowing exactly what kind of thankful she was actually implying, and was more than happy to repay that thanks appropriately.

I closed the distance between us, wrapping an arm behind her back to pull her in close for a kiss. As ever, Jess didn't need any prompting to kiss me back, her full lips quickly pressed against mine, her tongue darting into my mouth as we went from a simple kiss to full on making out in less than a second. Though her kisses were quite passionate, they were even more playful and wet, with Jess jumping in with a fire I was all too familiar with, the two of us exchanging some pretty deep, eager French-kissing for a good long while there.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath, looking down into her excited, deep brown eyes as she smiled up at me. Jess jumped in to kiss me again, and I let her, taking the opportunity myself to reach up and squeeze one of her tits through her shirt, something that had her moaning in no time. Her nipples were hard and prominent through the thin fabric of her tank top, and I took advantage of this fact, squeezing them gently, then not so gently as we made out, eliciting louder, clearer moans from her.

"*That* thankful. For starters," I said, chuckling as I broke this next round of kissing.

"Oh yeah?" Jess replied, her voice challenging. "I like that whole 'for starters' thing you've got going on there, makes it seem like you've got plans for me past just some awesome making out... like, you know, sex stuff."

I laughed, louder. "I mean, I was trying to imply that, but you just kind of sent implications out the window."

"Eh, implications can go fuck themselves; you can give it to me direct," she said, reaching down to squeeze my erection through my pants. "You wanna break in your new car?"

Honestly, I hadn't been thinking about that yet, mostly because I didn't have a mattress or blankets set up in the back of the Party Hearse just yet and didn't want to get it on on shag carpeting that was questionably clean, but after a moment's thought I figured there were other ways we could make this fun.

"Something like that," I replied, taking her by the wrist.

Jess let out a little squeal of delight as I dragged her over to the hood of the car and sat her on it, grabbing the base of her tank top and pulling it up over her beautiful DDs. I already knew she wasn't wearing a bra, but the sight of those tits, massive and bare, with thick brown nipples sticking out from her building excitement, well, it was certainly nice. I reached up to cup them bare now, squeezing them as if I had never squeezed anything so fine in my life, pinching her nipples and loving the little moans and laughs and squeals of ecstasy that I got out of her. I dipped my head down so I could do more than just grope her, licking and suckling at those nipples and making a proper feast of them, loving the way Jess grabbed the back of my head to hold me closer, ensuring that she got what she wanted.

She knew how to get what she wanted, pulling me in close with some serious strength, moaning excitedly. I reached down and ran my hands down to her ass, squeezing that beautiful, round, Latina ass that Jess knew how to rock like any other. I knew well how much fun Jess could have with that ass when she was properly unleashed, and while I wasn't quite ready to lead to that just yet, I was happy to relive those memories as I continued to grope her ass and suck her tits

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... *chingame*, that's some good shit..." Jess laughed, throwing her head back. "Yeah, this is one way to break in your car... maybe not the *best* way, but it's a pretty great fucking way..."

As quick as ever, she reached down and took off her shoes while I worshipped her tits and groped her ass, which would certainly make the next part of my plan a lot easier.

I pulled my head away from her tits long enough to take a breath, looking her lustily in the eye. "Come on, take off your fucking pants... panties, too..."

"Well, with you, that's never not a good time," Jess laughed, leaning against the hood and arching her back so she could do just that.

I helped her tug her pants and underwear off until she sat her big, bare ass down on the hood, and unhesitatingly, Jess spread her legs for me. At first, I was as ever entranced by the tattoos she had on her inner thighs, colorful and artistically executed Mexican calaveras skulls, looking every bit as intimidating and joyful as Jess herself tended to be. Her pussy looked as inviting as ever, with tight lips and a cute little landing strip pointing towards it. She was only faintly glistening with juices, as I hadn't had a chance to warm her up just yet, but I meant to change that quickly enough.

I was tempted, momentarily, to just pull my pants off and fuck her raw here and now (and I knew Jess wouldn't have even the slightest problem with that idea, but as I leaned in and got a whiff of her intoxicatingly feminine scent, my mouth watered, and I knew that I had to have a taste.

Well, more than just *a* taste.

Jess braced herself up on her elbows, looking down at me intently, her hands squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as she continued warming herself up, a sly smile crossing her face as she realized my intentions to eat her out. I wasted little time getting down to it, grinning and kissing those beautiful calaveras tattoos she had on her inner thighs, savoring her excited moans before I worked my way inward, running my tongue lightly over her folds for a moment, drawing out more of her juices as she wriggled and moaned.

"That's good... that's *soooooo* good... but... but I want more than good... you're gonna give me more than just *good*, right?" Jess moaned, grinding her hips against my face.

"I was working up to it," I replied, teasingly pressing my tongue inside of her, lightly. "Come on, have a little patience."

She hissed. "Yeah, well, work faster; I'm not feelin' patient today, and that feels *so* fucking good."

Jess may have been insistent and more than a little greedy in this particular moment, but I knew that I wanted her to have a hard fucking cum, and I was going to take my time giving it to her. I continued probing her slit, looking up into Jess' eyes as I explored her familiar pussy. She looked down at me with such an overwhelming need, reaching one hand down to run her fingers through my hair and pull me in close. She ground her hips against me, spreading her now copious pussy juices against my face. I'd gotten her quite wet already, and relished the taste of her, pushing my tongue deep inside her pussy and running it around.

"Ohfuck... fucking hell... chingame, Ryan... eat my fucking pussy... that's it, feels so good... fuckfuckfuck... god, it's... mmm... fuck, it's like you're *really* fucking thankful that I looked under the hood... hahaha... oh, if I'd known you'd do that, I'd be doing favors for you left, right and center..." Jess laughed, throwing her head back and moaning loudly when I ducked in to suckle her clit.

"I mean, I'd do this any time, really," I replied, chuckling as I teased my tongue over her clit and slipped a finger inside of her. "But it's one of the better thank yous I know how to give."

"Mmm, yeah, it's pretty fucking great... fuck... way better than a thank you card," she moaned, rocking her hips more insistently and fucking back against me. "Mmm, fuck... this car's fucking crazy, and the inside, so fucking tacky... but you're gonna make it into a fuckmobile, aren't you? Yeah, I bet you're gonna get all the sluts in back there... get yourself a blanket or something, maybe some straps for stability and other kinds of fun, and you've got yourself a mobile sex pad."

I would've replied that I'd gotten some ideas about how I wanted to handle that from her, that the time Jess and I fucked in the back of her van had been a uniquely memorable encounter and gave me some distinct ideas of just how I'd want to spruce the Party Hearse up to the standards she had given me for vehicular sex. I would've said a lot of things if I weren't quite as busy as I was enjoying her pussy, and the way she responded to my oral efforts.

Jess bucked and moaned as I slipped a second finger inside of her, curling it upwards in search of her g-spot, while I wrapped my lips around her clit and suckled more firmly. I swirled my tongue over her sensitive nub, feeling her tense as she cursed and writhed and looked down at me with a growing need and a primal hunger.