Spring Break Memories

(Usual Disclaimer Time: 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 (often in regards to a character's proportions), please remember it's all in good fun.)

Author's Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. Spring Break Memories is a much-requested spin-off miniseries from my long-running Senior Year Memories, taking place between chapters 50 and 51 of that tale. All of you who have read that far in the story will hopefully enjoy the continuation of various storylines and returning characters, but as for the rest of you, I want to let you know now that it is NOT necessary to be a Senior Year Memories expert to enjoy this story. I'm doing my best to write it as both a continuation, and a story that will stand on its own for the reading pleasure of those who might not want to go through all 50+ chapters of the main series. I like to keep things light, fun, thoroughly cliched and more than a little unrealistic, so I hope you all enjoy!

Further, I would like to thank the readers whose votes helped determine some of the action of this story and picked the majority of the girls who would make appearances in it, including the leading lady of this chapter, Ryan's sweet, nerdy and sexy girlfriend, 18-year-old Sarah Kent; you guys are, as ever, the best!)

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When senior year began, I was under the reasonably informed expectation that I would end the year without a girlfriend. I was a nerd, and had been a dateless and nearly friendless wonder so far, so it didn't seem too crazy to think that the year would end the way it began with me that same dateless wonder of a nerdy, 18-year-old version of myself.

If you've read this far, of course, you probably know that I was at least a *little* bit off in my predictions for how the year would go. My virginity was a distant memory within the opening moments of senior year, and as for the girlfriend issue, by the time of Spring Break, instead of the expected zero girlfriends I was blessed to have *three* of the most beautiful, wonderful girlfriends I ever could have imagined. I never expected that I would be in a situation like this, much less that I'd be one to eagerly embrace polyamory, but the three girls I'd gotten involved with certainly made it easy, each of them bringing not just sex, but their own unique spark to my life.

Josie Wong was the first of the three to call herself my girlfriend, a beautiful, 18-year-old Chinese American goth princess. For as much attitude as she tried to show to the world, when she was with me, she brought passion and compassion and a cynical edge in equal measure, having become one of my best friends and confidantes during times when I needed both of these things more than I ever could have known.

The second, and easily the most unexpected, was the cute and perky 18-year-old cheerleader, Brooke King. A petite, bubbly blonde with pigtails and a smile that never seemed to be far from her lips, I had thought her something of a ditz when we first became acquainted, but actually got to know her as a thoughtful, highly intelligent and motivated girl who could always find a way to brighten my day. Though our connection at first had been purely physical, as we both really, *really* loved having sex with each other, as we got to know each other better a deep friendship formed that soon transcended mere lust, one that I felt grateful for every day, as even the mere thought of Brooke had a way of bringing a smile to my lips.

Unfortunately for the sake of my Spring Break, both Josie and Brooke were out and away for the entire week, meaning that I wouldn't get to enjoy their company nearly as much as I would have wanted... but once they got back, things would get back into their normal rhythm for us, and I wasn't nearly so concerned.

This, of course, was made easier by the fact that I *would* get a little time this Spring Break with my third girlfriend, the seemingly quiet band nerd, 18-year-old Sarah Kent.

Now, if you were to look up the word "unassuming" in a dictionary, you would probably find a picture of Sarah's face not too far away. A slender, if fit, girl with dirty blonde hair and glasses and a tendency to hide away in a hoodie, at the beginning of the year, she looked about as nondescript as I'd felt, and I had thought her to be every bit as much a quiet nerd as I was.

Yeah, you can bet I was pretty fucking wrong about that.

Though painfully shy, Sarah was a horny little slut, and successfully set out to seduce me on Halloween, following me around while dressed as a creepy ragdoll until she could corner me and reveal her intentions. We had some fairly intense sex that Halloween night, with her never once removing her frightening mask to keep the mystery of her identity alive, but I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn't have cared any less. Sarah had a great body, as she had been raised by a dance instructor, so even though she was a band nerd, Sarah could go toe to toe with pretty much any cheerleader at school and put me through my paces.

It took the better part of a month to find out just who my Halloween mystery girl was, and when I did, Sarah and I connected, first sexually, then as friends, and had rarely been apart for long since as our friendship slowly metamorphosed into something more. It had been a peculiar sort of year since she'd come into my life, between me helping her get on the cheer squad, her convincing me to have sex with her lonely (and fucking gorgeous) single mother, Viola, and her eventually wanting to join Josie, Brooke and I in our unconventional poly relationship... but I wouldn't have traded a moment of it for *anything*. Getting to see Sarah blossom over the course of senior year had been one of the most exciting things I'd gotten to see, and I was looking forward to seeing where she would go from here.

While Brooke and Josie were out for the entire run of Spring Break, Sarah was only out for *most* of it, as her and her mother were hosting a foreign exchange student and wanted to show her the sights California had to offer while she was here. Though I was looking forward to better getting to know the exchange student they were hosting, Maeve, I was even more eager to see Sarah when she returned.

I was just hoping she'd be as enthusiastic to see me as I was her.

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"FUCK ME, RYAN, FUCK ME HARDER WITH THAT HUGE FUCKING COCK!!!" Sarah groaned, pushing back against me as I fucked her from behind, her body shaking with each thrust as she braced herself on her hands and knees.

So, yeah, you could say that Sarah was as excited to see me as I was her.

The moment I saw her standing in my doorway on that Friday morning of Spring Break, I knew there wouldn't be much in the way of pleasantries before we made our way to my bedroom. At a petite and tight 5'2", Sarah stood in my doorway looking at once cute and sexy as fuck, her wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair framing a cute, eager face that looked up at me with an expression somewhere between excitement and hunger. Her green eyes practically sparkled beneath her horn-rimmed glasses, while she bit her lip expectantly. She had come prepared for the day, it seemed, wearing a tight red t-shirt that hugged her pert B-cup breasts tightly, while cut high enough to show how tight her bare abs were. Coupled with the cut-off jean shorts that showed off her toned, shapely legs... well, she was about as mouthwatering a sight as I could imagine... and I had a fairly active imagination.

"Is your dad home?" she asked on seeing me.

"No," I answered.

"Good," Sarah replied, practically jumping me in the doorway.

You can likely fill in the gaps from here as the two of us fumbled our way to my bedroom, making out and shedding items of clothing along the way until we wound up in my bed, naked and fucking like we hadn't seen each other in years, and not just a matter of days, catching up with that whole in media res bit I introduced for you earlier.

"Fuck... harder..." Sarah grunted, pushing back against me. "Spank me... spank me a little..."

"Yeah?" I asked, raising my hand. "Like this?"

SMACK!

Sarah moaned lusciously, squeezing my cock with her pussy and pushing back against me even harder.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Yes! Yes! *Fucking* yes! Oh, goddamn, this is good, this is so fucking good, keep going, keep going, keep fucking me... yes... yes, fuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeeeeeeesss!!!" she groaned, letting loose as she came uncontrollably on my cock once again.

This had been her third time cumming since we'd begun fucking today, and knowing her, she was far from letting up anytime soon. She did collapse to the bed for a moment, briefly sapped of energy in the wake of her most recent orgasm and just resting in this face down, ass up position, but I knew she would be up and ready in no time.

Slowing my fuck, I gently pulled out of her, rolling Sarah onto her back. I looked down at her, taken by her beauty in this state, looking thoroughly and freshly fucked, and yet ever so ready for more. Sarah had never ceased to impress me, and the way she looked up at me, so eager, so hungry, and yet so *loving*... I couldn't help but feel the greatest surge of affection for this girl I loved so deeply.

I spread her legs and climbed atop her, sliding my cock back into her pussy. Sarah wrapped her powerful legs behind my back, ensuring that I was well locked into place, looking up into my eyes and smiling excitedly as I fucked her. I kept my pace slow and methodical, catching my breath, but also wanting to savor this moment, looking down at her and taking her in. It was like I was seeing Sarah again for the first time, and couldn't help but love what I saw.

"God, I've missed you..." I said, kissing her deeply. "Fuck, I love you..."

"I love you, too... and I can tell you've missed me..." she giggled, continuing to squeeze my cock with her pussy. "Though the fact that I haven't drained you yet... god, you must have been well taken care of while I've been away..."

That was putting it mildly... and Sarah knew that. I felt forever blessed that my girlfriends all rather got off on my (and, for that matter, each other's) sexual exploits outside of our relationship, as it allowed me to embrace everything that Spring Break had brought to me so far... I'd gotten to share some truly memorable days with Haley, Olivia, Sabrina and Tori and April, and I was greatly looking forward to seeing whatever Sarah had planned. In the rare moments where we'd gotten a word or two out, she'd hinted at having a plan for tonight, and that until then we'd be fucking, which sounded like a great day to me.

"I haven't been ignored," I admitted, pumping into her insistently, loving the way Sarah moaned with every thrust. "And I doubt you've been fully without, either..."

"Oh yeah?" Sarah laughed, kissing me and squeezing my ass with her legs, encouraging me to fuck her harder. "You think that I've somehow gotten action while going on a trip with Mom and Maeve?"

I raised an eyebrow, laughing. "You *have* seen Maeve, right?"

Maeve O'Brien was the foreign exchange student staying with the Kents, a hot, 18-year-old redhead from Ireland who had a blunt directness that somehow accentuated her already impressive beauty, and put her together with a girl as horny and ravenous as Sarah...

"Okay, okay, you caught me," Sarah moaned, playfully squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. "Maeve and I shared rooms when we were going around, showing her the sights, and, yeah... we had some fun together... fuck, that girl knows how to fuck... you should really hit her up sometime, I know she interested in what I've told her about you."

"Sounds like fun," I replied, kissing her. "Threesome?"

She giggled. "Eventually, maybe... but I think as part of her trip here, it'd be best if she had some alone time with you, like, really got a chance to know what your big, American cock is like..."

"I mean, on that, I can be one hell of a tour guide," I chuckled, reaching up to squeeze one of Sarah's breasts while I fucked her. "I don't think showing her around this cock's gonna be an issue for me."

"I didn't think it would be... and I think the two of you could do many a great and dirty thing together," Sarah replied, smiling mischievously. "But that's *after* today..."

With her deceptively powerful muscles, Sarah rolled us over so that she was now on top of me, bracing her knees against the bed so she could ride me. She looked down at me with that sweet confidence that I'd feel forever honored for watching blossom over the course of the year, rolling her tight stomach in a move that seemed like something out of a belly-dancing demonstration, before she began to bounce up and down on my cock again. Sarah had always been one of my more energetic, athletic lovers, and watching her like this, taking such effortless command of the situation... well, I have to say, it was an insane turn-on to see.

I ran my hands up her body, cupping Sarah's bouncing tits and squeezing them, pinching her nipples and making her moan while she rode me. Though I loved that look of ecstasy on her face, my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to that wonderful, impossible-seeming sight as my thick cock stretched her pretty shaved pussy to the max. It was an insane sight to behold, especially for a girl as tight and petite as Sarah, and yet she rode me effortlessly, taking more than half of my cock with each bounce and making this dance we danced look painfully erotic.

With a sweet little smile, Sarah reached down and began to finger her clit as she rode me, bouncing more quickly.

"I'm... gonna cum again, soon... how about you?" she asked.

"Uh huh..." I agreed, feeling the pressure building in my balls. "Where do you want it?"

Sarah bit her lip, rolling her eyes upward in consideration. "Hmmm... so many good options... but maybe this time..."

She dropped forward, bracing her hands against the bed on either side of my head. Sarah kissed me, then, smiling, leaned in so she could whisper in my ear.

"I've been dying for another creampie..." she groaned.

"Yeah?" I asked, fucking back harder.

"Yeah... come on, Ryan, fucking do it... fill my cunt with your cum... I want it... I *need* it... give it to me, give me your fucking load, come on, pound me and fill your girlfriend's slutty cunt with cum... I want it... I want it... you know you want it, and I want it, so fucking give it to me!" Sarah growled, fucking my cock with an impressive savagery.

I wrapped my arms around her, running my hands up and down her back as I fucked back up into her. There was a beautiful familiarity to this act with Sarah, that no matter how many times we did this, it always felt fresh and exciting, and that we'd never be able to get enough of each other. There was a difficult to describe quality to our sex, where it felt like, more than many, we were particularly well-suited for each other. It drove our sex, pushing us further and harder and always wanting more of each other... fuck, it drove me absolutely wild.

I kissed Sarah passionately, squeezing her ass as we fucked with a growing intensity. I could feel Sarah's orgasm growing, building deep inside of her until she could contain it no more...

Though it had been building for a while, when her orgasm came, it came suddenly. I could feel her tensing for all of a moment before she bucked against me, crying out loudly as she shook and shivered against me, her pussy clenching down on my cock. I gave her a couple more thrusts into this before I removed my own restraints, cumming explosively inside of her. An overwhelming bliss flowed over me as we continued to fuck against each other, feeling my cock emptying inside of her until there was little else she could take from me.

I collapsed to the bed, and Sarah was not far behind me, her weight dropping onto mine as she whimpered and desperately tried to catch her breath.

"Fuck..." she murmured, wiggling her hips against me.

"Agreed," I said, kissing her slowly and sweetly as the two of us came down from the intensity of what had just happened.

Sarah still struggled to fully catch her breath, but she made no effort to leave my cock, looking up into my eyes with a giddy satisfaction, smiling cutely.

"Fuck, I needed that like you wouldn't believe," she continued, kissing my chest before planting another quick kiss on my lips.

I chuckled. "I think I get it... at least some of it... you were pretty fucking horny there."

"Like you wouldn't believe... don't get me wrong, I got some good pussy the last few days with Maeve barely giving me a moment to breathe, but sometimes even when you're drowning in the best pussy in the world, you need some quality cock," Sarah replied, playfully squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. "And they don't get much more quality than *this*."

Pleasantly, I growled. "You're just trying to get me up and running again so I can fuck you again, aren't you?"

Playfully, she looked off to the side. "Correction: I'm trying to get you up and running again so you can fuck my *ass*... if that helps any."

I smiled. "I mean... that certainly doesn't hurt."

"I didn't think it would," Sarah replied, climbing off of my cock.

We both let out little sounds of protest as we were no longer conjoined, but with Sarah's determination, this was not a condition that we would have to endure for long. She slid down my body, kissing her way with every inch of my body she slid down until she was between my legs, her face next to my softening cock and smiling up at me with an infectious radiance. I couldn't tell you for the life of me how I'd gotten so fucking lucky to have a girl so fucking perfect as my girlfriend, but seeing her like this, I could only think of one thing to say.

"Fuck, I love you," I said, laughing in awe of the whole situation.

Kissing my balls, Sarah giggled. "Awww, I fucking love you too!"

Taking my cock in hand, she began gently stroking me while sucking on my balls. This close to my last orgasm, I was in a thoroughly overstimulated state, and found it difficult to focus on anything *but* what she was doing to me, but that didn't mean I wasn't loving it. Sarah knew well how to please me, and by doing this she was able to help me recharge in what felt like record time.

With my cock hard again, she stroked me eagerly, looking up at me with a bright smile as she spread precum around.

"Now, *that's* what I'm talking about," she practically purred, continuing to stroke my cock.

"You've got... ohgod... a fucking gift for that," I groaned, gently thrusting up against her hand.

"And you've got a gift for getting hard *way* faster than most guys could ever dream of, so I think we're both in a pretty great place when it comes to receiving presents," Sarah chuckled, leaning in to suck on my balls some more.

I groaned, running a hand through her hair as she did this. I would have been content with *just* doing this, as I would have been for doing quite literally *anything* with Sarah, but the day certainly took an interesting turn when she let my balls go with an audible "POP", smiling up at me while still stroking my cock with that same deliberate eagerness.

There was something to that smile that I had a hard time placing at first (it's easy to have a hard time placing things when you're getting a handjob from an expert), but when I had a brief moment of clarity, I understood *exactly* where I knew that look.

That was a look of mischief, one that might have even promised hijinks. While that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, especially when Sarah was concerned, it was certainly one that begged a few questions.