6 – Senior Year – Part 3

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this – while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. You might find yourself lost with character names or interactions. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.

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After my night with Alexa, we both felt like it was so right, but we knew the repercussions would be pretty extreme. Emily and all of the females we generally hung out with were kind of catty individuals – the kinds who are very into their appearance. Even though most of the guys in our group were pretty laid back, the girls could be downright bitches if they wanted to be. They looked down on the ‘less popular’ people in our school, which wasn’t really saying much. For the most part, everyone in our grade of like eighty people got along pretty well. Not everyone hung out together outside of school, but any one of them was welcome at a party. That being said, the girls definitely felt the need to talk shit about other girls behind their backs for various reasons; clothing choices (outside of school), girls’ boyfriends, general appearance. It’s really something I’ve never been fond of, but back then I didn’t really do anything about it. It didn’t affect me, so whatever.

Alexa and I decided to just do what we could when the opportunity presented itself. Spring Break went somewhat awkwardly. There were ten people going – three couples, myself, another guy Hunter (who was gay), and Seth and Alexa. Alexa had dumped Seth due to his general douchebaggery only a couple weeks before we went to Mexico. Two couples agreed to share a room, I guess because they were fine with having sex with other people right beside them. One couple got a room to themselves, which I’m sure they appreciated. That left Alexa, Seth, Hunter and myself to split the last two rooms we had. Initially the plan became that Alexa would room with Hunter, and I would room with Seth, but Alexa had a novel solution that allowed us to flip that plan around. Claiming that her “Christian values” dictated that Hunter made her very uncomfortable, and that Seth was such an asshole to her, if I could switch rooms with Hunter, that would be ideal. Looking back, I’m pretty sure Hunter knew her excuse was bullshit, but he was a really laid back dude, and had no problems with it – he didn’t act hostile towards Alexa in any way after that. So we spent a week and a half together, partying with the group during the day, before returning to our room together at night to continue our fun time alone.

About a month later, I think it was mid-April or so, I got accepted to the university that was my first choice, as had Bill – we immediately planned to room together, since we’d been great friends since preschool. This news could not have come at a better time – I got the news on a Wednesday or Thursday, and my birthday was on the Friday. My family took me out to celebrate the good news, and I had big plans for my eighteenth birthday for the weekend.

As school let out Friday, I talked over my plans with Emily, and she assured me that she had some things worked out to fill in any gaps there may be. The first thing I was planning on doing was going to my friend’s house to get baked. This was a regular part of my life for a number of years at this point, and it became habitual that we would go get high right after class on Friday – it’s always good to start the weekend off on a high, we would joke.

Later in the evening, I was at home, getting ready to go out, when my Emily called me somewhat unexpectedly.

“Hey, Rob, there’s been a slight change in plans,” she explained.

“Huh?” I asked, kind of confused – everything had been laid out a couple hours before.

“You need to pick up Alexa before you come to dinner is all – her car isn’t working.”

“I don’t have time for this,” I sighed.

“We pushed the reservation back thirty minutes, it’s fine. Can you please just leave soon and pick her up and meet us at the restaurant?”

“K,” I responded, pressing the end call button

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Thirty minutes later, Alexa was running down the steps of her dad’s rental house and jumping into the passenger seat of my minivan.

“What’s going on, Alexa?” I asked.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on, we’re going for dinner.”

“What are you talking about?” I was a little skeptical of her reaction. “I meant like ‘how’s it going?’”

“Oh, I’m good. Fine.”

Leaning over, I kissed her gently, before reading out and holding her hand, our fingers intertwined, as started to drive towards the restaurant for dinner.

“So what IS going on,” I asked, smiling and keeping my eyes on the road.

“Nothing’s going on,” she answered, a little too quickly.

“Emily and Christie have planned another huge surprise party for someone’s birthday, haven’t they?” I asked. Christie was the Events Coordinator for the Student Council, and all year she had been trying to plan massive surprise birthdays at restaurants. Honestly, after the first couple, everyone saw this coming a mile away. Not everyone in the grade showed up to these dinners – it was usually only the person’s closer friends and a few others – maybe twenty to thirty people, but it was still a nice gesture.

Alexa’s lack of response was very telling.

“It’s fine, I’ll sarcastically act surprised, like people would expect,” I laughed.

Squeezing my hand, she sighed.

“I don’t get how it’s supposed to be a surprise when Christie organizes one for every weekend,” she answered finally.

“I hate this shit, though. It’s fine when it’s other people’s birthdays, but I don’t really like being the center of attention,” I let go of her hand, pulling over, still in a residential area.

“Please, Rob? I promised Emily I’d get you to dinner.”

“You know, we have plenty of time,” I grinned at her. “It only takes ten more minutes to get there, and Emily told me the reservation had been pushed back half an hour.”

“You’re kidding,” she looked at me.

“Well…” I drifted off, pulling her hand to my jeans-covered cock.

“Rob, I’m just… I’m not comfortable doing it out here. Anyone could walk by. What if a police officer saw us?”

I guess I had gotten used to just fucking wherever and whenever was convenient. I’d had sex in broom closets, cars, offices, bathrooms… the only place I’d made love to Alexa was in a bed, where no one could see us. It hadn’t occurred to me that she was a private person. Almost every girl I’d been with to this point was fine just bending over and taking it. Alexa was different. It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just orgasms. It was me making her feel special. It was a display of actual emotional feelings.

“I’m sorry, Alexa,” I said, feeling genuine disgust with myself over the sheer number of meaningless sexual encounters I’d had with some of the sluttiest girls I knew.

“It’s ok. How much time DO we have?”

“Not enough to get somewhere private and make it on time.”

“Just turn around and go back to my house,” she answered.

“What?”

“Just do it, I’ll handle this,” she commanded.

Turning around, I started driving back to her place, wondering what was going on.

“Emily? Hey, it’s Alexa. Ya, I’m with Rob.” I was assuming what she was being asked based on her responses. “No, we’re going to be a bit late. I don’t know like maybe twenty or thirty minutes. Ya, well Rob got a flat tire on my street, so he’s just changing it right now. We’ll be there, just… Ya, I’ll put him on.”

The phone being pressed into my ear, I didn’t know how to act.

Grunting to pretend I was working, I finally spoke, “Ya? Oh hey, babe. Ya, I think I drove over some broken glass or something, the tire is kinda fucked. Ya, I’m working on it. I know – I’m sorry too. I’ll get this done as soon as I can,” I spoke, before the phone was pulled from my ear as we pulled into Alexa’s driveway.

“Ok Em, we’ll be there as soon as we can. I’ll let you know when we’re back on the road,” Alexa said, before hanging up.

Running inside, and upstairs, we were both naked less than a minute later, hands roaming, rediscovering parts of each other that we felt like we hadn’t touched in years. Sitting on her bed, Alexa pulled my cock to her mouth, getting me at full attention, before reaching into a hidden spot under bed and pulling out a condom.

“Nicely hidden away,” I laughed.

“My dad would probably be cool with it, but I don’t want to take a chance,” she replied, pulling me onto the bed.

Quickly, she’d rolled the condom down, making sure it was as far as it was go before straddling me, the fingers of both our hands intertwined once more, as she slowly lowered herself onto my ready cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Alexa cried, her pussy slowly expanding to meet my size.

I started to push up into her, trying to get all the way in – it had been a while since we’d been able to do this.