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, even though the appearance of the lovely Alice Talbot in this chapter was my own indulgence; you guys are, as ever, the best!)

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Now, normally when I was on vacation, I liked to sleep in because, well, how often do you get to enjoy this kind of time off? It would normally take some serious plans, or someone seriously hot, to get me out of bed early in the morning when I was in vacation mode, and even that would take some serious prodding, and probably have me extra surly for at least a good chunk of the day.

Nevertheless, I also knew plenty of girls who made the effort *quite* worth it, and 18-year-old Alice Talbot was undoubtedly high on that list.

Alice and her mother had moved in next door to us earlier this year, and to say that the two of us had an interesting, nearly magnetic pull toward each other from the beginning would be an understatement. It was almost as if on an instinctive level that we knew each other to be someone who operated on a similar sexual level that would create some serious sparks if we were ever to get together, and oh was that assessment right. We'd had sex quite a number of times since our encounter, and had become good friends in the process, often riding our bikes to school or around town together, enjoying our time clothed together almost as much as we enjoyed our time together naked as we forged a bond I rather cherished.

Though I genuinely adored Alice for exactly who she was, I couldn't lie that the fact that she was incredibly hot didn't hurt matters, either. A toned, 5'9" with soft, dark skin, Alice was a gorgeous black girl with a loose afro of curls that she wore confidently. Her athletic body was not overly muscled, but more than capable of pushing me to my limits, with a tight ass, long legs, and impeccable C-cup tits that I'd rather come to enjoy watching bounce whenever she rode me. With an adorably pretty face and the cutest, light Australian accent (from the years she grew up there with her parents), pretty much everything about Alice was a turn-on, and I counted myself as fortunate to have her in my circle of friends.

So, yes, for her, I'd set an alarm while I was on vacation so I could go on an adventure to an experience I was skeptical about, because I knew that one way or another, I'd have some fun with Alice, even if that fun was the sex that would come after whatever adventure she had in mind.

Quickly, I set about showering, cursing myself for letting my night at the strip club with Sarah go as late as it did for how punch drunk I was feeling this morning while still savoring the hot water pouring down around me, while also simultaneously shivering from the memories of that unforgettable experience. I didn't linger on this too long, wanting the shower to be as quick as possible, but I still managed to shake off the cobwebs at the corners of my mind that threatened my consciousness.

Shower finished, I quickly dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt and double-checked my backpack I'd specially loaded for the experience, making sure I had my water bottles, hat and sunscreen. Yeah, I may not have been an outdoorsy kind of guy, but if I was going to be in a situation where I *had* to be outdoors, I was going to be prepared for the occasion.

After all, it wasn't every day you went to your very first Renaissance Faire, even if I wasn't entirely excited by the prospect of going.

Despite knowing plenty of people who had gone, the Ren Faire was one of those geeky rites of passage that I had always found a way of avoiding in the past in my efforts to not look like the nerd of all nerds. It was stupid to avoid it for those reasons alone, I know this with hindsight, but some bad habits can be hard to shake, and worrying about my image being too nerdy was still one of the hardest to shake. Nevertheless, all it took was a little light pleading from Alice, and the promise of some truly depraved sex if I didn't have a good time, and here I was, ready to step off into the unknown.

I'd barely made it to the living room to wait for her when I heard her knocking at the front door. I went over to answer it, opening it and greeted by the glorious sight of Alice Talbot standing before me, and looking perfect for the occasion at that. She was wearing a colorful, if somewhat muted, peasant's dress, flowy and comfortable-looking, and looking all the sexier on her even though it covered most of the goods. The dark green corset she wore with it was tight and hiked up high, which when combined with her already low-cut dress, really made her cleavage look amazing. With a muted, but distinct, lipstick and some dark eye makeup, she quite frankly looked stunning.

My jaw might have dropped at the sight of her, but she could only smirk with amusement when she saw me.

"This is what you were planning on wearing?" she asked, her voice light and lyrical, if playfully critical.

"I mean... yeah?" I answered, looking myself up and down. "I don't have much in the way of costumes, and you said to dress comfortably and for a day out, so I dressed comfortably and for a day out."

"It's alright," Alice replied, smiling with amusement as she stepped inside. "Comfort is the most important part for the amount of walking we're bound to do, but if you want to *look* the part as well as feel it, they should have costume rentals up front... and if you'll indulge me, I would very much like to rent a costume for you."

Closing the door behind her, I asked, "Why, want me to be your knight in shining armor?"

She laughed. "Fuck, no. First, that archetype's overplayed and usually bullshit with most real knights having been well-paid bullies. Second, those costumes are expensive, and third, they're heavier and hotter than hell, and if we're gonna be out in the sun all day, you're not gonna want to wear a mobile oven, will you?"

She made a lot of good points. "Fair enough."

"Yes, I thought I could make some persuasive arguments," Alice replied, grinning. "Besides, I think you'd make a sexy peasant farmer, and I know they have plenty of costumes along those lines for rent."

"I think you'd make a hot... well, anything, really," I replied quickly.

"Perhaps," she said, smirking. "But, let's not get ahead of ourselves. If we get too hot and bothered before we go, we likely *won't* go, and I'd so very much like to go to this one... that, and I've already got a ride en route, and those cancellation fees are a bitch."

"I can imagine," I replied, motioning her toward the couch. "Well, grab some seat... how long before the car gets here?"

Checking her phone as she sat down, Alice said, "Not long... but not long enough for me to get out of all of this and then back to feeling respectable before we have to take our ride."

"Well, shoot," I replied, grinning cheesily and sitting down next to her.

"Oh, relax," she said, looking me up and down and biting her lip. "There's no way this day doesn't end in us having some hot sex, don't you worry your cute little head over it... I just want to get out and have some fun before I do... and in spite of your barely hidden skepticism for the event, I assure you, Ryan, that you will *also* have fun that isn't purely sex-related, believe me... there's a lot of fun to be had at a Ren Faire, and you won't even have to look all that hard."

I guess I could have sounded *less* skeptical about attending the event with her, but this was another of those experiences that I'd avoided for too long during those periods where I tried to deny just how nerdy I was. Those days were well past me, and stupid at that, as I knew how much of a nerd I was and really enjoyed all that it entailed, but I still felt a strange sense of wanting to turn away from such a stereotypically nerdy experience as this... which I guess made it good that I had Alice here with me. Her mere presence dimmed any anxiety or annoyance I had with the mere thought of the experience, and even if I had some strange instinctive doubts, I rationally understood that she was more likely than not correct.

"You promise?" I asked, still sounding skeptical, but now making it clear that I was putting on an act.

Sighing, Alice rolled her eyes at me. "Cross my heart and hope to die... and if everything manages to fall apart somehow, which it won't, because Ren Faires are fucking fantastic places to be, I've got a friend who works a shop at this faire who has a tent set up in back, and she said we could sneak off there and fuck at the faire if we can't restrain ourselves until we get back here."

Well, this certainly got a raised eyebrow from me. "Really?"

"Oh, fuck yeah. There's so much fucking sex at Ren Faires, they *gotta* be ready for it..." she replied, amused. "It's one of those things that's not so much *if* it happens but *when* it happens, and we can make it happen whenever we want... but I'd still love for you to try and take in some of the experience first before we get down to the down and dirty, if that's alright?"

Alice was pleading with me so earnestly that I couldn't help but feel my heart go out to her. I might have been awkward about the prospect of heading to a Ren Faire, but more than that even, I didn't want to disappoint her.

With a theatrical bow, I said, "Anything for you... *m'lady*."

Stifling a giggle, she said, "You don't really have to go with the language if it's not working for you, and on the surface it really isn't... but the effort is appreciated."

"Hey, I'm trying," I replied, laughing.

Leaning in to me, Alice pressed her soft, sweet lips against mine and kissed me. It was one of those kisses that had a way of making everything else seem so very far away, and one that we held onto for quite a while, melting into it and getting more into it with each passing moment. This, of course, got even better when Alice took my hand in hers and placed it on one of her breasts, which certainly had a way of perking up my spirits. We made out for a good few minutes like this before parting, her looking at me positively dreamily.

"And all I ask is that you try," she replied, quickly checking her phone. "Alright, the Uber's taking a little longer to get here than I'd like... if you're so desperate for some action..."

Tantalizingly, Alice began to tease her skirt up her legs, showing more of her delectable, toned legs to me, until she had fully exposed her panty-clad pussy.

"...you can feel free to eat me out as many times as you can before the car gets here... but if you make me squirt, then it's on you to clean yourself up before we hit the road," she explained.

I watched as she hooked two fingers into her panties, pulling them to the side and exposing her dark folds to me. I looked at Alice's shaved cunt, my mouth practically watering, taking in the sheen of moisture that had already gathered on her lips. To further emphasize her point, she slipped a finger inside of herself, twisting around and parting her lips slightly to show off the pink within in a way that turned me on intensely.

Slipping off the couch, I crawled between Alice's legs and grinned up at her. "You sure know how to talk a guy into a Ren Faire."

"Just you wAAAAAAAAAAIT..." she moaned as I placed my mouth onto her pussy lips, swirling my tongue around her clit. "The fun... ohfuck... is just beginning..."

***

As it turned out, I was able to make her cum twice before the Uber arrived, and even managed to get cleaned up so I didn't smell like pussy juice on the 45-minute ride to the distant fairgrounds where the Ren Faire would be taking place.

While eating Alice's pussy certainly fortified me for a good while that morning, between traffic, and the fact that the place where the Ren Faire was taking place looked like something between a quarry and the kind of place where the Army would test experimental munitions, my skepticism for the event was rising. Nevertheless, we got there in time to see the opening ceremonies where many a jester and musician absolutely lost their minds when the "Queen" declared the festivities open and the air filled with bright streamers and confetti and the sounds of flutes and banging drums. The thick crowd that had already gathered lost their minds in kind with the rest of the performers, and I couldn't deny that some of their enthusiasm (but mostly Alice's) was beginning to rub off on me.

The fairgrounds looked a lot better when we were brought inside the Ren Faire proper, which as it turned out was a winding series of colorful shops, tents and stalls selling all sorts of overpriced, but admittedly cool-looking items, from soaps to artisanal snacks, from books to wands and scepters, it seemed like if you were any kind of fantasy fan, you could have one hell of a good time shopping here.

With my wallet significantly lighter after spending last night at a strip club with Sarah, I wasn't really into heavy shopping, but I was enjoying the atmosphere... and, admittedly, the costumes. A lot of women took the opportunity to come here in the skimpiest medieval-looking dresses and other costumes, showing off plenty of leg and cleavage, most of them wearing corsets that only accented their assets further in a way I rather enjoyed goggling at.

At Alice's insistence, the first place we made our way to was the costume rental tent, and after a little picking and choosing, I wound up renting a surprisingly clean-looking peasant farmer costume at her insistence. Consisting of a wide hat (which was great for me, considering how little I wanted to do with the sun), a white, lace-up long-sleeved shirt, and some loose, comfortable lace-up pants, I had to say it felt pretty damn comfortable, and true to Alice's prediction, once I looked at myself in the mirror they had, I couldn't lie: I actually looked pretty damn good.

You know, in a medieval peasant kind of way.

From there, I let Alice lead the way on what we should do next, and despite my lack of expertise in most of the entertainments that were available, Alice made a talented guide showing me the ins and outs of Ren Faire entertainment, and how much fun they could be if you gave them half a chance.

She made a sound move by taking me to the game booths first, as it was hard to deny the appeal of throwing weapons in some distinctly manly, primal kind of way that I didn't get to tap into very often. While I might not have proven all that talented at their knife and ax throwing booths, I did surprisingly well at hurling javelins, actually managing to hit a few of the cartoonish fantasy figures they'd spray painted onto the walls of hay bales at the end of the booth. True, I would've only hit my enemy in the ankle, but since that still would've hurt this imaginary enemy, I was willing to call that an accomplishment for the day.

When I didn't do nearly so well at the "giant slaying" test-your-might game, I did manage to swing the hammer with enough force to send the metal weight most of the way up the plywood giant, managing to scrape his beard before it fell back to earth. Even though I hadn't successfully slayed the beast, the look on Alice's face as she cheered for me made me feel like I'd won the greatest of victories against a truly mighty foe.

The turkey legs we each had right afterward, though, those were also certainly a fine consolation.

Slow after a hearty lunch, we took in a couple shows, watching bawdy abbreviated Shakespeare performances, a juggler/contortionist/firebreather who could also tell her fair share of impressive dirty jokes, and a quick, improvised stage game of DnD reliant on a whole lot of heavy audience participation, which was made all the more fun after Alice prodded me to volunteer as one of the monsters. When it was my turn to be slain by the intrepid heroes who won the day, I made a show of it that had everyone laughing for me, rather than *at* me, and I gotta say... it felt good.

I don't know what I had expected of the Ren Faire before all this, but it was far from the reality. Fried food, throwing weapons, decent comedy and a whole *lot* of scantily clad maidens and wenches wandering about?

Yeah, okay, I was officially a convert to the Ren Faire today, and I owed all of that to Alice Talbot. Her immense patience with me and curated way of showing me the sights in a way that would only draw me in further and further to the world of adventure and medieval aesthetics... it certainly worked for me. Every time I'd look at her, her smile only seemed brighter and more optimistic, that sparkle of life and lust radiating and infecting me in a way that made me forget how hot it was and how tired I was, since it couldn't be all that bad if I was here with such a lovely person.

It was as the afternoon wore on that I finally put voice to this. It was getting damn hot out here by that point, the two of us munching on shaved ice, the two of us trading the occasional bite of her pineapple, and my watermelon-strawberry cone.

"Okay... I've been thinking long and hard about when the right time to say this would be, but you were right," I said.

"Right about what, precisely?" Alice said, fluttering her eyelashes at me tauntingly. "You know us fair maidens, we do love to hear it when a man admits he's wrong, if just for the infrequency of it all."

I chuckled. "Oh, I think I know better than most that you're hardly a maiden... but that doesn't make you any less right. The Ren Faire kinda kicks ass."

"Yeah, I was getting that hit off of you," she replied, smiling at me prettily. "Maybe it was your sudden surge of enthusiasm once you got your first target, or the way that you've been leering at every comely wench to cross your path, but it seems that I have truly won you over to one of the few geeky bastions that hadn't adequately assimilated you."

"You're right... and I *can* admit I'm wrong... I do it all the time, actually. Sometimes *too* often, I'm told," I added quickly.

"Oh, I know that," Alice replied quickly, lightly brushing my arm with her hand. "You're rather definitively one of the good ones... I believe I was simply so caught up in revelry that I couldn't hold myself back from engaging in some antiquated humor."

Waving an arm around demonstratively, I replied, "Well, you couldn't have picked a better place for it."

"Couldn't I?" she agreed, laughing lightly. "But in all seriousness, I do appreciate that about you... and that you are having a really good time. I don't get to do something like this nearly as often as I'd like, and it's best attended with friends, and since you're basically the best friend I've made since moving here... I just wanted to say thanks."