7 – Senior Year – Part 4

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. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.

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The end of semester, and my time at high school overall, was quickly approaching. Alexa and I had managed to keep things relatively under wraps – the only person in our school who knew (as far as we were aware) was my best friend Bill, and he was incredibly trustworthy with the privacy of even the smallest most trivial matters, let alone something like this. We had been privately dating for only six or seven weeks to this point, but it was new, exciting, and definitely special. I was so in love with this girl, and she continued to surprise me in sexual and emotional ways. She could make me feel so happy, just by touching my arm. I thought I was happy with Emily, but it was more likely that I was just content to push on through, satisfied with the sex.

After Alexa, the most important thing was that the last few days of school before finals were near. I couldn’t wait to write my exams and be done with school for ten weeks or so. Before that could happen, though, our school had a tradition that had been going on since the seventies or eighties – no one remembers exactly which graduating class started it, but every class has tried to recreate the magic with their own brand since. That tradition was that the night before the last day of classes, all the grads that were willing to participate went and camped out in a forest that was only five or so minutes away from the school. That way we were off school property, and they had no say over what was going on in the evening.

When my brother had graduated a few years earlier, he told me it was the single craziest night of his life – he claims that one girl blew twelve different guys over the course of the night. I’m not sure I believe him, even to this day, but I have no way of disproving it. Regardless, the legend of these parties seemed to grow every year. The current graduating class always seemed to want to outperform the previous year’s grads, even if legends were just rumors and not actual history.

Bill had a tent brought a tent that could comfortably sleep ten, or so the manufacturer would have you believe. If you really wanted any space to yourself, so you weren’t sleeping on top of someone (which isn’t always a bad thing), you could maybe get six people in there. I decided to bring my own personal tent from when I was in scouts just to be on the safe side. It fit three people comfortably, though it had only ever had me and one other person in it at a time during camping trips – plenty of room for sleeping bags, knapsacks, supplies, and extra room to help keep firewood dry. I decided to set my tent up well away from the crowd, around a hundred feet away so Alexa and I could get some privacy.

The forest in question was not really a forest as you might imagine it – our school was in the middle of a metropolis, so the forest was really just some wooded area that were part of a park system. Fortunately, no one really ever came through there at night. People would bring their dogs in the day, so we would have to clear out early, but it wasn’t a big deal to most of us.

Not everyone graduating decided they wanted to spend a night in the forest – some weren’t into the debauchery that would go on, some just didn’t want to sleep outside, but I would guess about sixty people showed up – it was definitely going to be a memorable night. There were tents pitched everywhere, some people just brought sleeping bags and hoped it wouldn’t rain, and a few people had very carefully brought their cars in off-road so they’d have someplace to sleep that wasn’t outside.

We had music blaring, there was enough alcohol to get all sixty people drunk three or four times over, and everyone who smoked pot had contributed to a fund in an effort to make the biggest blunt we could (it ended up being about eighteen inches long, and took like thirty or forty wraps to roll).

A number of us were known for partying hard since junior high, whether it was through alcohol or pot. Over the course of high school, I had developed a reputation for blacking out pretty regularly. It wasn’t that I enjoyed not remembering anything, or losing complete control and becoming douche-Rob, but I just did it. A lot.

Some Eminem came over someone’s car stereo, as the party raged on. It wasn’t even ten and I was already buzzing pretty hard, having downed a dozen Coronas from the two cases I had managed to split with Seth. I kept trying to find good times to be alone with Alexa, but that wasn’t going to happen. Since it was a grad tradition, Emily’s parents had allowed her to stay out. This was one night she couldn’t miss, and even her parents understood that.

At some point in the evening, the amount of beer I consumed started to outweigh the amount of space my bladder had. I’m sure we’ve all been there – you start having to take a leak every twenty minutes.

I was just returning from tree casualty number ten or fifteen when I walked smack into Emily in the dark.

“I was hoping to get you alone tonight,” she slurred.

“No thanks, Em,” I pushed past her.

“What the fuck, Rob? You dump me out of the blue and now you’re not with anyone. What gives?”

“Just leave me alone, Emily – we don’t need to do this tonight. Let’s just have a good time.”

“That’s what I’m saying, Rob, let’s have a good time,” she said, grabbing my arm.

Breaking free of her grasp, I started to walk back towards the party.

“Why not?”

I spun around, sniping at her, “because I don’t fucking want to. That’s why.”

“None of my girls have seen you hooking up with anyone since you dumped me. What gives?”

“Nothing gives,” I sighed, trying to end the conversation as fast as I could. “I just don’t have time for it right now.”

“Fag,” she laughed, before walking into the woods.

What I would give at that moment to fuck Alexa right in front of her eyes.

I stood rooted to the spot for a few minutes because I was pretty pissed.