Senior Year Memories Ch. 06

Seeing me move, Brooke came on over and gave me a quick peck on the lips. She whispered, "Great time last night, we totally gotta do that again sometime!"

"I'd be fine with that," I whispered back.

Kaitlyn joined Brooke by my side, "Hey, how can we get out of here quietly? I'd rather not get caught by Tori's family..."

I pointed them to a door at the opposite side of the room. "That'll lead to the side stairs, should let you out back. Can't guarantee no one'll see you, but it's better than taking the way in."

"Cool," Kaitlyn said, leaning over and kissing me too.

"Good Homecoming?" I asked her.

"With good company," she admitted.

"See ya around!" Brooke whispered enthusiastically before she and Kaitlyn ascended the side stairs out of the basement. I listened to the familiar footsteps as they followed the stairs up, then opening and walking out the door outside.

As if on cue, Tori rolled over to look at me. "I thought they'd never leave."

It didn't surprise me that Tori was awake through all this; she always was an early riser. There was something different between us this time, though. I'd seen her wake up a million times before, and this was the first time we'd shared this look. Something had changed between us, a certain charge. It felt like a good thing, but her face was difficult to read.

"You sleep alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, 'cept Kaitlyn snores," Tori said.

"Huh. I didn't notice," I said.

"Probably 'cause you snore worse," Tori teased, throwing a pillow at me.

"Do not!" I shot back, throwing the pillow at her.

"Do too!" Tori exclaimed, tossing the pillow back one more time. I caught it easily and charged her on her bed, hitting her with the pillow playfully as she hit me with another. Pillow fights were nothing new to us, but being on her bed like this after what we'd done here, well, it didn't help my morning wood any, especially after she relieved me of my pillow and pinned me to the bed, straddling my hips.

Panting from the laughing and fighting, I looked up at her in awe. Even in the morning, even in her plain old pajamas, she looked good. She always had, in her own unique way, but knowing that spark we had between us, that special something we shared last night that was beyond simple friendship, she looked especially amazing.

Tori must've also felt something the way she looked down at me, the way she rocked her hips against my erection teasingly at first, then much less teasingly. Without a word, she pulled off her pajama top, exposing her amazing tits to me. I pulled her down so I could lick and suck on them, and after that, things happened pretty fast. We kissed, tugging at clothes urgently until we were both naked.

I was on top of her, and with her wordless encouragement, I slid my cock inside of her. Unlike last night, there was no hot desperation, no need to impress two other partners, this was just natural, friendly morning sex. There was no hurry, allowing an easy pace where I could just look at her and she at me, our smiles and eyes sharing silently what would've been screamed the night before. I loved the feeling of her body up against mine, her skin so soft, her breasts crushed up against my chest with nipples that bored into my flesh. After the intensity of last night and the lingering soreness, taking this morning slow felt as right as sex with Tori did.

Neither of us lasted particularly long like this, and it wasn't long before she shuddered, moaning softly into my ear as I grunted and filled her pussy with my cum again. Still inside her, bathing in the afterglow of what we'd done, I said something that I probably shouldn't have.

"I think I love you."

She looked up at me, her afterglow replaced with faint concern. "Can you, uh, get out of me so we can talk?"

"Sure," I said, rolling beside her on the bed, my heart beating a mile a minute as I realized I might've said too much. It was honest (it was honest, right?), but maybe it wasn't exactly the right time for this kind of talk. She sat up in bed silently, making no move to cover her beautifully exposed tits, but the way terror coursed through my system, I wasn't all that concerned with her tits for the first time since I'd seen them last night.

Tori was silent for a fraction of a second longer than I'd have liked, enough for me to say, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry?"

She sighed. "No. Don't be sorry..."

"Then what should I be?" I asked, nervous as hell.

"Be whatever you want, this is just... look, I love you too. As a friend. My best friend. No matter what happens, we'll always be best friends, that's not something you need to worry about, but... I don't think I want to be in love," she said.

"Huh?" I asked.

Who didn't want to be in love?

"Look, we're both going to college next year, and there's no saying if we'll be going to the same one. I don't want to start a relationship with anyone right now, knowing that it might be over by graduation," she said.

"It doesn't have to be," I said.

She smiled sadly. "It's easy to stay friends over a long distance, not lovers. I can't be giving my heart away this year, not to anyone, not when it'll probably change over the summer. I just want to have fun and enjoy the moments while they last. Does... does that make sense?"

It didn't make any sense to me, not after putting my heart out on my sleeve and having her squeeze it into nothingness. I hadn't put a lot of thought into loving her, but I knew it was real. I also knew our friendship was real, and that that was maybe even more valuable to me. I wanted to be in love, and I thought I wanted to be in love with her, but if friends was where she drew the line...

"It makes some sense, I guess," I said.

"Last night probably confuses that, huh?" Tori said.

"A little," I admitted. She laughed.

"Maybe we shouldn't do anything like that anymore, if it'd keep confusing things," she said.

If it were up to me, I'd have done this with her every day. I'd have told all the other girls who wanted me that I was taken and that was that. I could've committed to Tori right then, end of story, but that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted this to be simple and for no one to get hurt. I could live with that. I didn't want to live with that, but I could.

I tried to salvage something with a half-hearted joke. "I don't know if I'd go that far."

"Well, maybe we could do it on special occasions. Or when I'm really drunk," she said.

"Or high?" I proposed, the jokes coming more easily.

"That'd be fun, too," she said.

"Or whenever we get revenge on a raging dickhole?" I proposed.

"You're gonna go out looking for people to get revenge on now, aren't you?" she laughed.

"Maybe," I said noncommittally. Truthfully, I wasn't going to go looking for revenge, and was more than satisfied with what we had done to Kyle Bowman for now, but if revenge found me...

"Well, you've got a new year with a fresh start and good friends to share it with. That doesn't sound too bad to me," Tori said.

Overcome by a confused mess of emotions, I threw my arms around her in a hug. She seemed surprised by my energy, but didn't try to shake me off.

"So long as we're always friends, that sounds great to me. We'll always be friends, right?" I asked.

Unhesitatingly, Tori said, "Always."

Quietly, I vowed that I'd never do anything to fuck that up.

For a while, even, I actually managed to avoid doing that.