Senior Year at Sommerville High Ch. 10

Senior Year at Sommerville High Ch. 10

All individuals are 18 years old.

CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS

Jake - The primary protagonist. An Italian with olive complexion, brown hair, and blue eyes. He's got a well-built physique with a flat stomach, toned biceps, and chest.

Sydney - Blonde, ample breasted, and self-appointed group leader. She exudes fair complexion and consistently maintains her figure.

Zoe - Having almost identical looks to Zendaya but slightly more curvaceous.

Ray - Looks like a professional athlete already, a black adolescent.

Tyler - Tall and slender, with minimal attention paid to his overall appearance.

Soniya - An Indian with light brown skin. She appears deceptively curvy with big brown eyes.

Matt - The average-looking redhead with freckles.

Madison - A model with black hair, greyish-brown eyes, and perfect boobs and butt.

Courtney - A cute blonde with above-average features, especially in the bust area.

Stella - Jake's mom who shares many features with Jake.

Danielle (Dani) - Jake's older sister sporting darker hair than him and a more pallid complexion. She has large breasts with blue eyes.

Jessica - A Latina, significantly older than Jake, with an average but sizable bust and butt.

Amanda - Dirty blonde with gigantic breasts.

Felicity - A dark-skinned girl with a large, curvaceous butt.

MONDAY

I awoke feeling lively. It was earlier than I usually rose prompting the bathroom to be empty when I arrived. I was prepared and downstairs for breakfast at the same time as my mother.

"What's this, rarely rising before noon? What a miracle!"

"No special occasion. I just woke up early."

"Interesting. It would normally require us prodding you, but here you are. When will breakfast be ready?"

"The meal will need some time. For now, help yourself to a breakfast bar."

I procured a breakfast bar and acquired the newspaper. I started skimming through it. My father descended the staircase. Upon spotting me, he enquired, "What's happening?"

My mother responded, "A divine event. Our little early worm has surfaced. When will you make a decision about the job?"

"That's what I intend to do. What actions need to be taken?"

"I'll inform Barlow and share the details with you via text."

"I'm game for that."

Breakfast was laid out and I devoured it hastily. I left for school. Despite there being a solid half-hour before school commenced, the student parking lot was barely populated. I saw nobody from the group, so I remained inside my car till someone arrived.

Someone tapped on my window. It startled me, causing me to drop my phone. It was Courtney.

I hastily opened the door. She apologized, "Not trying to startle you. I'm just trying to help locate your phone."

"No harm done. It was under the seat anyway. Can you activate the flashlight on your phone?"

"Certainly."

We found the phone immediately but faced difficulties retrieving it. Eventually, we managed to obtain it.

We entered the school and discovered an open classroom.

"What're you doing here so early?" I enquired of Courtney.

"Preparing the school magazine for publishing. It's time for the monthly issue's planning, covering topics like article selection and layout."

"Seems terrific," I commented sarcastically.

We continued conversing when Morgan entered the class. She noticed me and voiced, "Courtney! Been looking for you everywhere. Where were you?"

Courtney saw me and snarled, "What are you doing here?" instilling resentment in her question.

"I came to speak with Courtney," I responded.

"Why don't you just leave us alone?," she commanded rudely.

"Morgan! Stop it!" Courtney cried out. "I asked Jake to join me. Stop acting like someone who's angry with me for no reason."

"He started it."

I stared at her, confused, wondering how she blamed me. "How did I initiate this?"

"You're being you."

"Seems like matters appropriate for kindergarten."

Courtney countered before things got out of hand, demanding both of us to cease, "Put a stop to this. Classes haven't even started, and I'm ready to get home."

"I apologize," I mumbled.

Morgan, however, merely huffed in annoyance, probably towards me.

As other students started filtering into school, I found Zoe and Sydney in the library. I pulled up a chair and joined them.

"Looks like you're in a lousy mood," Sydney remarked.

"Indeed, thanks to Morgan."

Zoe stared at Sydney with her eyebrows raised.

"I may come across as harsh, but I make up for it in other aspects," Sydney defended.

"What's going on?" Zoe inquired.

"Honestly, I don't even know. She just went ballistic on me for no apparent reason."

"C'mon, you must've done something."

"No, nothing but conversing with Courtney."

This intrigued Sydney, and she inquired, "Courtney? What about her?"

"Yeah, Courtney. Why do you mention her like that?"

"Oh, just a random thought. I feel you two would be a perfect pair."

I looked at Zoe, and she pursed her lips. She eventually gave in and said, "Okay, fine. I told her about you and Courtney, but it's Sydney. She didn't say anything to anyone."

"I'm not complaining, especially since you told her instead of me."

"I'd prefer if you didn't spread the word, but it's Sydney. She can choose how to handle it."

Zoe said, "Jake. Since Sydney never got the chance to tell you this directly, would you like to share something with her?"

"Sure, Sydney. What would you like to know?" Sydney eagerly inquired.

I sighed deeply and bluntly stated, "Zoe and I had sex. I also mentioned our hookups to her...a few times."

Sydney beamed at Zoe and embraced her, "Welcome to the club, slut!"

"Weird. That's not how I saw you reacting," I commented.

"What? Did you think I'd flare up?" Sydney asked incredulously.

"No, not at all. I am simply surprised by how unaffected you are."

"Well, I'm not that special. Besides, Jake, you're not some exceptional god among us."

"Thanks, Sydney," I said flatly.

"Moving on, this is great," Sydney beamed. "You, me, and Jake have all slept with one another. I slept with Matt as well. Tyler and Soniya are clearly getting it on. Ray is the odd one out. I'm more than happy to deal with him," Sydney acknowledged.

"Wait a minute," Zoe interrupted. "I have a few questions. First, when did you sleep with Matt? Second, what challenge with Ray? And last, what are you planning?"

Sydney grinned devilishly and answered Zoe's queries, "I can't quite recall the precise date we first had sex with Matt, but it was shortly after my introduction to Jake. Wasn't it, Jake?" This statement caused me to blush.

"The second time I was with Matt was during a ski trip," Sydney continued.

"Hold on, what? You were furious at him during that ski trip! How did you end up having sex with him?"

"Well, it's a long story, but what you need to know is that it was pity sex. I have a plan for Ray. It involves making him break and sleep with him and trying to manage his substantial cock."

I interjected, "I can tell you what the plan for Ray is. It's not surprising considering how you feel about us recreating the hot springs incident."

"Exactly, Sydney," she affirmed. "I understand you're on board."

However, Zoe questioned, "We shouldn't go along with this unless everyone is comfortable with it. Also, Ray isn't the only one who's hesitant. Soniya wasn't completely set on it either."

"I trust Tyler to smooth things over with Soniya. He managed to make her give him a blowjob in front of us. She doesn't need as much persuading as you think."

The bell rang, and we went to our respective classes. Mr. Grayson, as usual, was seated at the door. When Zoe and I entered, Mr. Grayson welcomed Zoe with, "Good morning, Zoe. How are you?"

"I'm fine. And you?"

"Could use an improvement."

"A pity," Zoe responded with a harsh tone.

We took our seats, and I leaned over and wondered, "You never told me why you ended your relationship with Mr. Grayson."

"Yes, I did," Zoe responded.

"No, you didn't," I declared. "You just mentioned you ended it with him. You've never shared the details."

"Fine. He asked me if I was willing to sleep with his friends."

"He wanted to pimp you out?" I asked, appalled.

"Call it a fetish," Zoe said cautiously.

"Like voyeurism or exhibitionism?" I probed further.

"Yeah, something like that," Zoe admitted.

It's unclear whether he intended to watch or be watched. All he requested was if I could sleep with one of his buddies.

"Could it have been another teacher here?"

"I doubt it. As far as I'm aware, he doesn't socialize with any faculty. He grew up not far from here, so he has his childhood friends."

I asked, "Is there something else?"

Zoe gave me a questioning glance, indicating she wouldn't answer my question.

As normal, the first two periods passed uneventfully. When I arrived in Chemistry class, I waited for Madison. She had yet to make a decision concerning Tyler's request to edit her images.

Madison took the seat next to me and I inquired, "Have you reached a decision?"

"He has a girlfriend, and he's not known for being a creep. It's fine if you let him edit your photos."

"Really? That's great then. I'll tell him."

"Please note, if he's bad at editing or he does something wrong, you're the one who'll have to bear the consequences, not him."

I considered skipping Ms.Santiago's class, feeling it might be foolish to turn down such a beautiful teacher. My ego yearned for retribution of sorts for her involvement with someone else.

While acting stealthily to escape the school campus, I encountered Tyler.

"You know your class is that way, right?" he questioned, pointing in the opposite direction I was strolling towards.

"Yes, I know."

"You're bunking Ms.Santiago's class?"

"Yes, I am."

"Why?"

"There's something I want to share with you. You can't know now, I just want you to be aware."

"Alright, keep your secrets, friend. Where are we headed?"

We visited a nearby convenience store and bought some snacks.

"Now, what's this?" Tyler inquired as he slurped his drink loudly.

"Before I begin, I don't wish to discuss it now. I just want you to be informed. Understood?"

"Absolutely clear," as he took another loud slurp.

I shared my recent encounter with Ms.Santiago, holding back any interruptions from him.

"Later on, you may question me relentlessly if you like."

He offered a fist, which I greeted. "You're the shit, my man! Crap, I had to ask, but no more. I swear."

I acknowledged his response with a nod. "Yes, I agree."

We chatted about various topics until Tyler brought up his sister, a cheerleader.

"Hey, talking about cheerleaders, here's a favor," he said.

"If you're after my sister to help you connect with a cheerleader, that's out. She wouldn't even do it for me."

"No, not that. It's about Madison. I need your help with her."

"What could Madison possibly need from you?"

I shared Ms.Santiago's request for Tyler's assistance in modifying her images.

"This is perfect. I've been looking for the opportunity to test my Photoshop skills on other people. It'll help me evaluate my abilities."

"Cool, but you mustn't leak these photos."

"You have my word, but I'd prefer to inform her directly."

I allowed it and responded, "All right."

My phone chimed with a notification, and I checked it.

Ms.Santiago had sent a text, questioning whether I'd ditched her class or school.

Unconcerned by my actions, I disregarded her message.

Nearing lunchtime, we returned to school. En route to our lunch destination, Madison stopped us.

"I assume he informed you," she said to Tyler.

"Yes, he did tell me."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Almost. There are a few things I'd like from you."

"Just one thing," Madison said, explaining her own request. "What's fair about that?"

"What things could you possibly want from me?"

I told him about the lingerie-clad photos I needed edited without anyone discovering them.

"I got this! I'm excited to try out my Photoshop skills to see how far I've advanced," he agreed.

"So, did we reach a decision?"

"Almost. I've got to discuss some details with you."

My phone startled me with a notification.

Ms.Santiago: Why did you ditch my class or school?

"Okay, what you're enquiring about is important to you, and I'll be balanced in my requests."

Madison eyed me doubtfully, and I realized I made a mistake.

"What are the requests, Tyler?"

"First and foremost, I want $20 for photo editing. Half upfront, half upon completion. Secondly, I desire exclusive authority to edit your pics through the remainder of high school."

"I'll pay the initial $20 and might agree to the latter condition. If that's all, let's seal the deal." As she extended her hand, she said, "Come on."

"Not quite yet. I have an additional condition."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I insist on being present at all photoshoots in the future."

"Be more detailed," she said.

"I desire to be there during each photo session. A live preview."

"As long as you promise not to perv, we're in a deal."

Tyler and I shook hands to seal the deal. Madison passed the memory card to him, saying, "Everything is on the card. I uploaded them to the cloud if that's more convenient."

"I can work with either. When do you want them?"

"I wished for them last week. Yet, if you can complete them by next week, that would be superb."

"Alright, you'll have them next week."

Tyler and I gathered at lunch with our group. We stepped into a discussion about a concert we'd be attending over the weekend.

"What's the matter here?" I inquired, attempting to catch up.

Soniya answered, "We're going to a concert this weekend."

"And by 'we,' she means us ladies," Sydney clarified. "You can't try bullying your way in. We need a girls' weekend."

Tyler countered, "Perfect! Then let's organize a guys' weekend too. Can we meet after school to arrange something?"

"Sounds good to me," Ray chimed in.

Matt was okay with it as well.

"It'll need to be later. I've a job interview after school."

"A job?" Zoe inquired.

"Yes. I need to generate some income for college. It's at a hardware store in town."

The remainder of the day rolled by quickly, and I waited in the parking lot. My father hadn't messaged me about the interview, so I opted to call him.

"Hey, Dad. Are you occupied?"

"Not in this moment. What's up?"

"You said you'd text me about the job. I'm calling about that."

"Oops, apologies. I forgot to text you. I rang Barlow, and he requested you to pop by whenever possible. Here's his number so you can forewarn him."

"Okay. I'll contact him and see if I can swing by right now."

My father texted me Mr. Barlow's number, and I gave him a call. He informed me he was at the store.

I arrived at Barlow's Hardware and walked inside. Some customers were browsing, but nobody resembled Mr. Barlow. I approached the register, where an employee worked.

She was beautiful. I speculated she was Swedish because of her blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and radiant skin.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi! What can I assist you with today?" she replied.

"I'm seeking Mr. Barlow. I had an interview with him for a job."

"Ah, okay. So you're the new hire."

"Hopefully."

"He's in his office in the back. Go straight down this aisle, and you'll encounter a door that leads you to the back. Turn right, and it will be the last door you come across."

"Thanks. Any advice?"

"Yep, don't mess it up," she said with a grin.

I followed her guidance and knocked on the door.

"Enter," boomed a voice from within.

I entered the room and introduced myself. "Good Evening. I'm Jake, Andrew Rosati's son. I'm here about a job."

"Jake! Take a seat." He stood up to shake my hand and sat down again.

We spent around half an hour chatting, and he spoke about the store. He revealed it was a family business and that he was a third-generation owner. I posed some inquiries, which he gladly addressed.

"Alright, final question," he said. "What's your schedule like?"

"Uhm, I can work after school during the week. Saturdays are also free. Sunday evenings work as well."

"Perfect. You'll have to inform me in advance if you need to cancel."

"Sounds satisfactory."

He stood up and said, "Alright, let's lead you back, and someone will show you the ropes when you're through."

"Does that mean I'm hired?" I inquired.

Mr. Barlow laughed deeply and said, "Absolutely. Like I indicated before, we're a small family business. In our conversation, I got a good sense of you, and you appear to be a suitable fit."

I followed him back to the store, where he introduced me to the girl behind the register.

"Rebecca, this is Jake. Jake, this is Rebecca. I'm going to have Jake shadow you at the front. Teach him the ins and outs."

"Will do, Boss."

"Thanks, Becs. I'm heading out for the day. You and Brendan are closing the shop today. Jake, you can stay till closing if you'd like."

"I think I will, Mr. Barlow. Have a good night."

He then walked out, leaving the store in the hands of his employees.

"So, Rebecca, what do you guys do around here?"

She gave me a raised-eyebrow look and responded, "Rebecca. We just met. When we get to know each other better, you can call me Becs. As for what we do around here, pay attention."

For the first 15 minutes, I watched her interact with customers on her phone. Finally, a customer with a basket walked up, and Brendan, the person wearing an apron, brought them over.

"Be careful, Junior," Rebecca instructed. "Learn how to talk to customers."

I helped her ring them out and bag their items.

Rebecca turned to me and inquired, "What did you learn?"

"I learned how to operate the register. I can master it with more observation."

"And what else?"

"Uh, how to put things in bags?" I questioned.

"Not that. You need to be personable. Make customers feel welcome. We're not a big box store with multiple locations. To survive, we must retain customers."

Brendan smirked and joked, "Damn, Becs. Why are you giving him such a hard time?"

"I was teasing him, but you ruined it. Thanks a lot."

Brendan extended his hand for a fist bump and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Brendan."

"Jake," I replied.

During the night, there were only a few customers, and between them, we conversed at the register.

Brendan had dropped out of college after one year to figure out his next step, while Rebecca was attending community college to qualify for a university education. They were friendly, and this made me think the job would be better than anticipated.

Finally, we closed the store and commenced cleaning.

Brendan asked, "Hey, Newbie, care to come along?"

"Where to?"

"Kim's Convenience Store. Get something to drink and eat."

"Okay."

I sent a message to my parents informing them of my delayed arrival.

Rebecca teased me, "Aww, is the baby asking his parents if he can stay out past his curfew?"

"No, I'm just informing them I'll be late."

She giggled and said, "I'm joking around."

"But if you want to survive at Barlow's," Brendan added, "You'll have to learn from Becs. She's quite the banter."

She slapped him on the arm, and they both laughed.

We arrived at the convenience store, greeted the clerk, and bought some drinks and snacks. After 15 minutes, we departed.

Once home, I ate dinner, showered, and went to sleep. The next day, Tyler contacted me, asking for a visit to his house.

I responded with a text.

Jake: Sorrowfully, I filled in for my first workday, and I didn't check my phone.

Immediately, I received a phone call from him.

"What's up?" I asked.

"We arranged everything for the weekend," he responded enthusiastically. "We're going to the university. Ray needs our assistance. Some seniors at the university said they'd let us know if there were any parties. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a plan."

I requested an early Monday shift, and Mr. Barlow agreed. The night owls Brendan and Rebecca protested against the early shift.

Mr. Barlow quizzed me on hardware vendors to determine if I could help customers on the floor. Although I wasn't confident, he assigned me to work behind the registers.

During the lunch break, Brendan inquired about my Monday schedule.

"Do you work Monday?"

"I believe so. Why?"

"Grant's back on Monday."

My shift ended at 3 pm on Saturdays. As I was leaving, he asked, "Come along?"

"Where to?"

"To the convenience store. Grab something to eat and drink."

"Alright."

While closing the shop, Rebecca and Brendan chatted about university parties and how we could potentially meet new friends. I listened intrigued.

After cleaning, Brendan inquired about my Monday availability.

"Do you have a Monday shift?"

"I'm guessing so."

Mr. Barlow grilled me on hardware products to test my readiness to deal with customers on the floor. However, he suggested I needed more work experience. He assigned me to continue at the registers.

Days passed, and on Mondays, Grant returned. The weekends turned out to be a time for bonding and planning university escapades. Rebecca and Brendan were the life of the party, and I tried to keep up. I knew that if I wanted to sustain myself at Barlow's, I had to learn and adapt. And following the exemplary duo, I knew I would be able to excel in my role.

Okay, I get it. Grant is another worker who has been off since you started here, due to the flu.

Brendan planned to fully integrate you into Barlow's Hardware.

I hesitantly asked if this was something I should be worried about.

He compared it to college fraternity initiation. His tone didn't clarify whether he was serious or joking.

I showered and changed. Then, drove to Tyler's house. The guys were already there - in Tyler's truck - waiting for me.

During the drive, Matt, Tyler, and I offered Ray dating tips. He got different advice from us all.

Felicity instructed Ray to come to her apartment for the night, so we could hang out while Ray and Felicity went on their date.

Surprisingly, Jessica Gutierrez opened the door. Neither Matt nor I knew what to make of this.

She said, "Hello there, boys, come on in," indicating she wasn't serious.

I was startled because we hadn't seen her since the Ferris wheel incident.

To reach the living room, we passed Jessica, who was still unlocking the door.

She commented, "It's been a while since we saw each other."

Tyler said, "We don't truly know each other. We've just met you through Jake and Matt, plus you're Jessica Gutierrez."

She stated, "Oh, I was talking about Jake and Matt."

Tyler and I were bewildered. From the bathroom, Amanda walked out, apparently listening to this conversation.

Tyler hinted that he'd love to see her naked, but said he had to remain composed.

The guys chatted idly until Amanda re-appeared in the living room, clothed in a towel.

She gave Matt and me tight hugs, saying, "It's great to see you again."

Then, Tyler hugged her tightly, noticing her massive breasts pressing against him.

Jessica asked if we had any plans.

I stated that we wanted to go to a party but opted to stay in instead for a girls' night in.

Jessica joked that parties could be overrated and that this might be better.

She then asked Amanda what she thought, who agreed without question.

Matt brought up the idea of food, specific to Sydney's absence, who was at a concert with our friends.

Tyler suggested he and Jessica could leave for a party discussion.

Jessica stayed, saying, "Let's start making food, guys."

She then asked for our thoughts on having a girls' night in since we missed out on a college party.

Jessica mixed tequila shots and played music while switching standard lights to LED ones.

She inquired about Sydney's whereabouts.

I informed her that she and other friends were at a concert.

Jessica expressed regret that she wasn't there, but Tyler assured her he could provide entertainment.

Amanda proposed ideas but admitted, "I can think of a few reasons why Sydney may be fun but bet you have other ways to liven up the party."

Tyler replied as if accepting a challenge.

Jessica asked for storylines from the ladies; we'd have a smaller party here instead of the predicted college party.

"Where is Sydney?" asked Jessica.

"She and our friends went to a concert," I replied.

Jessica insisted, "That's too bad. It would've been fun if she were here."

Tyler proposed, "I'm more than capable of making up for her absence."

Amanda appreciated the sentiment, remarking, "I can think of several reasons why Sydney might be more entertaining, but I'm confident you'll find other ways to spruce up the party."

All the guys agreed. Tyler catastrophe-assumed, "I'm prepared to make up for Sydney's non-presence!"

Jessica started on the food.

He couldn’t find the words to reply. Eventually, he simply stated, “Don’t judge it until you try it.”

“Have any of you cooked before?” asked Jessica. Both Tyler and Matt shook their heads. I answered, “I’ve only made sandwiches and boiled pasta.”

“Then you two will assist us. Agreed?”

We agreed and took care of the simple tasks they asked for. It was time to start cooking.

Amanda said to me, “Jessica, shouldn’t we change out of our clothes? I don’t want our clothes to smell awful for the rest of the night.”

“You make a good point.” Jessica replied.

To our surprise, they stripped down to their bras and panties. Jessica sported a dark purple set, while Amanda wore a light pink one. However, they kept their aprons on, rendering their naked hips visible.

I glanced over at Matt and Tyler, but their gazes were locked on Jessica and Amanda. I imposed my attention back onto the girls.

Amanda noticed this and snapped her fingers in front of our faces to get our attention.

“Oops, sorry. What did you ask?” Matt stuttered.

“Pass me the salt,” Amanda said.

“Here it is,” I said as she smiled seductively. “I think we can handle the rest on our own. Take a seat.”

We sat on the sofa, and Tyler asked, “Is this actually happening? Are the two hottest girls in our entire school cooking us food in their underwear?”

“Yes, it is. We cannot mess this up,” Matt said.

As they continued cooking, we plotted ways to take advantage of the situation. Despite their control, we hoped luck would be on our side tonight.

Half an hour later, they brought out plates of food and drinks for everyone. They had removed their aprons and sat in their bras and panties.

They chatted animatedly, and Matt asked, “What are you both arguing about?”

“Nothing you’d be interested in,” said Amanda.

“Maybe it’s something we’d be interested in,” said Tyler.

“I doubt you’d find my casual hook-ups exciting. I didn’t,” added Jessica.

“Possibly we can change that,” Matt offered.

After a brief pause, Amanda asked, “Did you fall for Jess? Did you?”

“I never did,” Jessica said.

As the evening progressed, Tyler continued to enchant the girls. We debated what to do next. We knew they held all the power, but we hoped for a favorable outcome tonight.

By the end of the meal, they presented their dishes and drinks for everyone. They took off their aprons and sat clad only in their bras and panties.

They were engaged in a deep conversation as they took their seats, and Matt inquired, “What are you two speaking about?”

“Not something you’d be interested in,” Amanda said.

“We may find it interesting if you share,” Tyler said.

“No, it’s not worth your time. But maybe you could help me,” Jessica said.

“With what?”

“My need to be fucked," she said bluntly. “We thought Tyler would be up for the challenge, but he injured his leg and hid. Are either one of you willing to try or are you two similarly timid?”

We stood up to follow Tyler when Jessica called out to us, “Hey!”

We turned around to find Jessica and Amanda topless.

“Come here,” Jessica said.

We followed her inside.

Matt held my arm tightly and whispered, "Man, we're so fortunate right now. Let's not sabotage this opportunity."

I understood his sentiment, but my allegiance to Tyler took precedence, and I said, "Matt, you're capable of handling it. I need to ensure Tyler is okay."

"Don't be silly," Matt replied. "He's fine. Don't ruin your chances. Think about the possibility of us never having another chance like this."

I acknowledged his point, "I know. But I need to check in on Tyler. Besides, you'd have more fun without me around."

I left the apartment, thankful that Tyler was easy to spot in the lobby.

"You all right?" I asked, seating next to him.

"No! I almost cheated on Sonia," he said, covering his face with his hands.

"The word 'almost' matters," I responded. "Remember, you didn't, and that's what truly counts."

"I know, but the fact that I almost cheated on her is distressing."

"We all succumb to weak moments. Look at it this way: how many individuals have actually cheating on their partners or even their spouses? You don't belong to that category."

He sat up straight, visibly embarrassed. "Thanks for attempting to console me, but I need some time alone. Inform me when Ray comes back. I'll join you in the parking lot."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, and there are two women upstairs searching for some fun. You don't require any help, Casanova."

Tyler left the building and headed into the night.

Unable to find anything better to do, I returned to the apartment. Fortunately, the door was unlocked, so I entered. As soon as I walked in, the scent and sound of sex struck me.

Following the distinct sounds of bodies colliding, I found my way to the bedroom. No surprise, Matt lay on the bed with Jessica riding him, while Amanda gave him a blowjob.

Amanda noticed my presence and said, "There you are. We were having quite a hard time sharing a penis. Now, we can each have our own."

She got off Matt's face, causing him to grumble, but Jessica silenced him with a deep kiss.

Amanda led me back to the living room and asked me, "Are you prepared?"

Not able to verbalize anything, I vigorously nodded my head. She guided my hand to her pussy and said, "Let's start with this."

Unable to resist, I pushed her onto the sofa and asked, "Is this what you want?"

She nodded her head vigorously, pulling her skirt up to expose herself. I pushed her thighs apart, then laid her on her side. I immediately penetrated her, feeling her tightness.

In absolute awe, I watched her hills sway with each thrust. Unfortunately, I climaxed sooner than anticipated.

Amanda noticed, "Hey. Hey! How soon do you think you can get it up again?"

"A few minutes, I guess."

Instead, she took matters into her own hands. She swung her leg over me and sat on my lap, using my thighs to hold her up. Then, she lowered herself onto my semi-hard cock.

She leaned backward, employing my knees to sustain her, and started bouncing on me in a rampant manner. The rhythm was entrancing, causing me to gaze at her bouncing chest.

I couldn't resist my urge to deeper penetrate her, so I began pounding her. She moaned, "I'm almost there," but pleaded, "Don't cum yet."

I tried my best to maintain equilibrium between satisfying Amanda and preventing my ejaculation. Finally, 10 minutes into her doggy-style, she said, "I'm about to reach the climax. Please, don't cum yet."

I sped up, signaling my intent of climax. However, she yelled, "No, wait!"

It was torture, but I respected her request and slowed my pace

Eventually, I reached climax, shooting into her. She collapsed onto the sofa, and I joined her, exhausted from our ordeal.

"I hope I didn't disappoint you," I said as my soft cock disengaged from her.

"You were good. Not the best, but not the worst." She twisted her head to face me and said, "I prefer the blunt truth rather than flattering lies."

"No, no. I understand. And you said I was not the worst, so that's a win."

We got up and sat on the sofa, waiting for the others to finish. After half an hour passed, we inspected the room to find both of them unconscious.

Amanda turned to me and said, "I could use a shower."

"Is that an invitation for me to join you?"

She shrugged and walked towards the bathroom. I entered, and she requested, "I required someone to thoroughly clean me."

I grabbed my body wash and doused my hands with it. As I ran my hands over Amanda, she said, "I was curious if you would ever follow my lead."

I rinsed off Amanda, helping her feel clean and fresh.

When she was cleaned with soap, I questioned, "Are you planning on reciprocating?"

She answered, "Obviously, silly." She grabbed the body wash and splashed it onto her chest. She then said, "Shall I start with your front or back?"

"Whatever makes you happy."

She started rubbing me up and down, which felt like a Nuru massage. My member was erect within a short period of time. Once Amanda spotted the erection, she dropped to her knees and pressed my cock between her large breasts.

She moved them up and down while I did the same. It took a few short minutes before my ejaculation was released and struck her chin. Amanda continued to provide me with a tit job, remarking that I was filthy down there.

The two of us remained in that position when Felicity entered the bathroom, peering inside. "Oh gosh, sorry. I was merely checking on everyone's whereabouts. I didn't intend to disturb you."

With her exit, Amanda and I finished showering and got dressed. We walked into the living room, finding Felicity glued to her phone and Ray dozing off on the couch.

Amanda inquired, "How was your date?"

"It was enjoyable. We went to a fancy Italian restaurant, explored the park, and returned."

Doubting that Felicity had shared everything that happened, she made a funny face and asked, "That's it?"

"In truth, we took part in a little adult fun in an empty parking lot."

Chatting away, we were oblivious to the fact that Felicity had possibly shared the story in detail. Eventually, I had to leave my friends to call the others and find out if they wanted to return home. Felicity, having already planned the sleeping arrangements, suggested we spend the night. She informed us, "Since Jess and Matt took my roommate's room and Amanda and you can share mine, Ray and I will make do here."

Inquiring about Tyler, I said, "Where is he?"

"Hmm, let me think. Oh yeah, he went out for a stroll and is anxiously waiting for your text to return home."

Felicity took my phone and called Tyler, finding a solution. She let me know, "He's on his way back and doesn't mind staying the night."

We updated the sleeping arrangements, with Amanda sharing my room while Felicity and Ray remained in Felicity's room.

I waited for Tyler to arrive and noticed that he was adamant about letting me have the sofa.

The following day, Matt, Ray, Tyler, and I awoke to irate calls from our parents for not returning home. We bid our farewells before piling into Tyler's vehicle. The drive home was quiet, with a few still groggy.

My parents anxiously awaited my arrival, my mother to scold me, and my girlfriend to feast on the situation. I felt no need to comment on the incident, so I headed upstairs to sleep until dinner.

The next day at school, Tyler was absent. I consulted Soniya, "Did Tyler tell you anything?"

"Nope, why? What kind of trouble did you two get into over the weekend?"

I was concerned, considering Tyler might share our exploits with her. And I most certainly didn't want to divulge the information first. I lied and said, "I thought he might've told you why he didn't show."

"Oh, he texted me in the morning and said he had some digestive issues that prevented him from attending class. He mentioned it was something he consumed the day before."

"Right. Glad he's feeling better," I replied to end the conversation hastily.

As school dismissed, I left with Tyler's absence in mind. Brendan joined me at work, and he asked, "Are you ready for today?"

"Yes, Grant's coming back."

Mr. Barlow positioned me at the cashier's counter, with Grant and Brendan assisting customers. He left us alone an hour later.

We closed shop precisely at 8 pm, and Brendan and I retreated to the backroom to resume restocking. Thirty minutes in, a knock resonated on the door. I answered and saw it was Rebecca.

I allowed her entry and inquired, "What brings you here?"

"Restocking. I rarely work Mondays, except for during restocking. Where are Brendan and Grant?"

Grant boomed, "About time, Rebecca. We've been missing you." They headed to the back while I filled the shelves. I noticed I was the only worker available. Not wanting to linger, I persevered with speed to complete the task as soon as possible.

Rebecca returned at this juncture, and Grant and Brendan were no longer to be found. Confirming their absence, I finished stocking and resumed working. end

I finished the last box when the other three returned.

"Almost done?" Brendan inquired.

"Yes, just the last box."

"What did you guys do?"

"Some other tasks," they replied.

Grant and Rebecca came up, and Grant said, "Come meet us once you've finished."

I purposely went slow on the final box to get back at them for making me do most of the work.

When it was completed, Brendan stopped me by saying, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Home. That's it for today's restocking."

"We have more things to handle. Follow me," he advised.

I followed Brendan to the break room, where Grant and Rebecca were chilling out.

"All done?" Rebecca questioned.

"Yes, we are. Thanks to Jake for doing most of the work," he jabbed lightheartedly.

"What else needs to be done? I want to leave," I responded with reluctance.

Grant pointed out, "At Barlow's Hardware, we have a tradition on restocking day. Initially, we weren't sure about including you, but we're offering you a chance. You can decline if you want."

This caught my attention. "What's the tradition?" I probed further.

Rebecca described, "A long time ago during a restocking day, Grant and I were coming off a bad breakup, and Brendan here was still a virgin. We brought alcohol to drink away our sorrows. Grant then thought of a solution to satisfy our sexual yearning. It started with handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, cunnilingus, and other acts. Occasionally, we had sex, albeit seldom."

"Cunnilingus?" I questioned.

"Eating her out," Grant explained. "She's trying to sound smart. Isn't that right, Becs?" he teased.

"Yes, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to blue ball you tonight?" she threatened in an aggressive manner.

"I'm sure Newbie wouldn't mind," he joked.

Absorbing the situation, my brain couldn't process what was happening. The three of them began laughing at my confusion.

Grant alleviated my uncertainty. "He's kidding. I wouldn't want my dick anywhere near your mouth."

"Alright, everyone," Brendan declared. "Let's get this done. We're already falling behind schedule."

Rebecca stopped them by adding, "Wait. We don't know if you're okay with this or not. So, what's your take?"

The answer was clear - yes. Rebecca was incredibly attractive with her blonde hair, large breasts, and curvy figure. But I was inexperienced in this line of work. The idea of exposing myself in front of Brendan and Grant made me feel awkward and uncomfortably exposed. However, the thought of having Rebecca was too tempting to resist.

To help me make up my mind, Grant massaged Rebecca's tits from behind while addressing her, "Say, do you want this cock in your mouth?"

Intrigued, I said, "Yes."

He moved her onto her knees and positioned himself in front of her.

Brendan suggested, "Maybe we should let Jake go first. Then we can join in later."

Grabbing Rebecca's bra, Brendan inadvertently allowed her to remove it, leaving her chest completely exposed.

My eyes widened as I beheld the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. They were slightly smaller than Amanda's but held their shape incredibly well with zero sag. Her nipples were an ideal pink, ensuring her nipples were enticingly perky.

Seeing them aroused me and convinced me to experience her mouth instead of just receiving a blowjob.

Rebecca started to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. Once my erection was visible, she decided, "You fit the bill."

I immersed myself in the sensation of her hand indulging in my cooking with ample saliva as lubricant. She wrapped her lips around the head of my penis and descended, causing her nose to smash against me.

Holding back the desire to grab her head and slam my cock down her throat, I tolerated her teasing by letting her tenderly flick her tongue under my cock.

"Are you going to fistfuck me?" I asked, my sexual frustration growing as she continued her torment.

Rebecca revealed her mischievous side by snickering and teasing me even more. "Eventually," she replied.

Against my better judgment, I imagined Rebecca's talented mouth enveloping my cock completely.

At long last, she slid her mouth down to cover the tip of my penis, causing my nerves to flare and my mind to go blank.

Rebecca gasped while deep-throating me, causing arousal to surge within me. When she pulled my cock out, a 'pop' sound echoed in the room. Using her skilful tongue, she continued to torment me, focusing more on the bottom side.

I was astounded by Rebecca's attentiveness during the blowjob. I estimated that she had spent at least 10 minutes focused solely on my crotch. She then shifted her attention to my testicles, with each one receiving her careful attention.

After 15 minutes of waiting, Grant interrupted Rebeccas intense performance. He stated, "That's enough teasing, Brendan and I have been on edge for too long. It's time for all of us to join the fun."

He manoeuvred me to the side, positioning himself directly in front of Rebecca while Brendan stood to her right.

Without hesitation, Rebecca snatched the closest penis in front of her and consumed it with her mouth. Her hands and mouth worked in harmony as if they were one.

Rebecca continually alternated her sexual partners, jerking Brendan off as she sucked Grant. I noticed she took longer breaks with me due to my impending ejaculation.

As my climax came closer, Rebecca offered the other two men an opportunity to indulge in oral sex. Once Grant and Brendan had their turn, she focused on me once more.

She swiftly consumed my entire penis, causing a gag reaction. Disregarding her discomfort, she moaned while deep-throating me for a few more seconds before returning to Grant.

When my turn came around again, she resumed the oral affair, occasionally looking up to catch her breath. Once she perceived I was nearing my peak, she ceased all movement.

"Now it's your turn, boys," Rebecca declared. "I've performed my part in this orgy. Let's see how you three handle yourselves."

Grant and Brendan, in unison, began to rapidly stroke their cocks. It didn't take long before they each grunted and released their semen, some landing on Rebecca.

Rebecca remained lying on her back, surrounded by the sticky discharge. As she wiped up the remains with wet wipes, she got dressed, barely wearing anything other than her underwear.

Before leaving, she tossed me the underwire bra she had worn during the affair. "Do you want to keep this as reminder?" she teased.

"Absolutely! When does this happen every time?"

Both Brendan and Grant laughed at the question. "Not that often, Jake," Grant replied. "There's a lot of preparation involved and it needs to be timed properly. I'll spare you the details."

"It has happened before," Rebecca said, putting her hands on her hips and smiling. "I'm starting to wonder when the next time is."

"I'd be happy to pregnancy-proof," Brendan offered. "Let's just say, the stars have to align."

Nearing the conclusion of our workday, Rebecca engaged in conversation with Mrs.Kim as her male colleagues went to acquire drinks and snacks.

We returned to the counter to close the store. Mrs.Kim drew my attention, of whom I had never met. "I am Mrs.Kim, have you met this young man?" she inquired.

Grant introduced me, waving at her while I reciprocated. "We're just happy to have a new employee. He's been helpful," he expressed.

"It's good to meet you, Mrs.Kim," I replied, reentering the house as soon I reached my car. Securing the item I had stolen from Rebecca, I went inside without addressing the situation.

I discovered that my mother was already seated at the dining table and had prepared lasagna for me. "Food's almost ready, Mom." I informed her.

"I know," she responded. "Some days I 'accidentally' don't eat, just to spend more time with you."

"I apologise, but try to break away sometimes so that you can enjoy your own time."

"I know you can't, given all your obligations to your job and now the grocer’s. It's finding a balance I struggle with."

My mother and I shared a hearty meal before saying our goodbyes for the night. The bra I had stolen from Rebecca was stashed within my pocket.

How 'bout we come up with a plan? A family vacation, maybe? You could chat with your Dad and see if he's available. I'll speak with Dani and check her schedule. No need for an extravagant destination or anything - just a place where the four of us can chill out together.

"What a nice idea. I'll speak with your Dad right away."

After we finished our dinner, we divided the cleaning tasks to get to bed earlier.

Once I made it to my room, I removed Rebecca's bra from my trousers. While hot, it was also uncomfortable. I threw the bra into the closet and switched to fresh attire following a shower.

I treated myself to a long, warm shower before slowly drifting off to sleep. My thoughts centered on how fortunate I was. Suddenly, my phone beeped - a message from Ms. Santiago.

Ms. Santiago: You've worn my patience thin. We'll settle this in the nurse's office tomorrow. [```

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