Spring Break Memories Ch. 02

(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 tale 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 Olivia Raine-Goldblum in this chapter was my own indulgence; you guys are, as ever, the best!)

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Staying the night at Haley Campbell's house hadn't been a part of my Spring Break plan, but it wasn't an unwelcome experience, either. For a girl who came from a family wealthy enough to hire people to do most things that they didn't want to, Haley was actually one hell of a cook, making some killer pasta for dinner and having a breakfast big and varied enough that I was actually feeling pretty fucking spoiled. Beyond that, the bed in the guest room was big, and comfortable, and often had Haley in it as well.

Our night may not have been filled with the most in-depth conversations, but that we spent the better part of the night fucking like crazy certainly didn't hurt, either, and had me in good spirits as I headed back down the hill in the morning on my way toward home.

I had another day ahead of me with another gorgeous girl to share some of my Spring Break with, and I needed to be ready to meet the occasion.

I rode home quickly from Haley's place and took in a quick shower, needing to refresh and recharge and switch out of my poolside appropriate clothes for stuff that might have a little more utility. While I'd known what was going to happen when I was going over to Haley's, today was different because, well, I had *no* idea of what this day held in store, as it had all been kept terribly mysterious.

Since that fit the company I was going to have today, though, it also felt thoroughly appropriate, as there were few girls quite like 18-year-old Olivia Raine-Goldblum.

While Haley had been one of the first girls to enter my life this year, Olivia was a much newer addition to my friend circle, having only really been in my life in any serious capacity since early March. In my capacity writing for our school's newspaper, the Puma Press, I was tasked with doing an article on the upcoming spring musical, and had been more or less embedded with my classmates who made up the school's drama club. While that led to its own series of messy misadventures, it also led me toward one of my closer, and certainly more distinct, friends of the year in Olivia. A bit of an odd girl, hyper-focused and highly intelligent, Olivia was part of the stage crew, and had helped me understand the ins and outs of all the drama that came with being this close to the drama club, even helping me deal with a particularly nasty bully who thrived within our school's drama department.

It was during our time together like this that Olivia and I forged something of a bond... a fairly tight bond, if I'm being honest. Oh, I didn't expect her to be one of my girlfriends or anything like that, but the intimacy we shared when we finally connected in one of our school auditorium's dressing rooms, well... I knew there was something to it that meant it was more than a one-off thing, and that Olivia was the kind of friend I wanted to keep close to as senior year went on.

So, when Olivia and I talked during the weeks preceding Spring Break, and we found out that we were both going to be staying in town for the week, I floated the idea of spending a day with her, and was beyond happy when she eagerly answered yes. Olivia was a thoughtful girl, one who liked to plan things out and not give in to her more impulsive instincts whenever a feeling took her. That she responded so quickly and enthusiastically to spending time together was... well, it was the kind of thing that brought no small amount of warmth to my oft-cynical heart.

I was out of the shower for maybe a minute before I sent the text, toweling off and considering what to wear.

ME: Alright, just need about 5 minutes to get dressed, and I'm ready to go whenever you are.

I'd barely made it three steps over toward my dresser when Olivia responded.

OLIVIA: I am ready as well. My parents are both at work, and are most likely to be working quite late, so we shall have plenty of time for our adventure.

Curious, and feeling the need for a little joke, I texted her back.

ME: Adventure? Should I be dressing for the occasion?

OLIVIA: Ignore what I've said. I've already said too much.

OLIVIA: Dress comfortably. This will be indoors, and only moderately physical.

OLIVIA: While you're dressed.

OLIVIA: I cannot promise a lack of physicality for when you are not dressed.

OLIVIA: Regardless, I'll pick you up at your place in exactly five minutes.

OLIVIA: Be ready.

I can't say that the promise of sex was *completely* unexpected, as I'd really been hoping that Olivia wanted to reconnect with me in bed, but it still managed to bring some life to my cock and add a spring to my step as I got dressed. Not knowing what she had planned, I erred on the side of caution, pulling on a comfortable enough graphic tee and a pair of jeans I hadn't worn too many times already. I knew that Olivia wasn't a particularly formal girl, and didn't demand to be impressed, but I *did* like her a fair bit, and made sure I was clean and decent-smelling enough to show respect. Once dressed, I rolled on some deodorant and brushed my hair, looking if not thoroughly handsome, at *least* decent enough, before it was time for shoes and socks.

I was approaching about five minutes on the dot when I made my way to the front door, expecting to have Olivia drive up at any moment. As I reached the front door, however, and opened it, I was stunned by the sight of Olivia standing there, her hand raised as she was caught preparing to knock.

In shock and surprise, I yelped.

As if this were what she expected to see, Olivia dropped her hand and said, "Hello, Ryan."

The pale, 5'9" beauty stood in front of me in her usual outfit of a pair of comfortable jeans and a gray hoodie that she tended to hide away in, even though there was no hiding from me with how close we'd gotten recently. Her pale skin, expressive hazel eyes, and shimmering black hair that fell around her shoulders (save for her bangs in the front) gave her a particularly haunting look, and though her pouty lips were in their usual neutral position, I'd been able to make her smile enough before to know it was one of my favorite sights. She was... well, certainly an odd girl, one who hid behind a lot of sarcasm and her sharp intelligence, but I'd also known her to be a trusted friend an ally and someone who would have my back if things got difficult, bringing the fury of a particularly vicious trickster god with her if it were ever needed. She'd helped me out of more than a few jams in the past month, and I was eternally grateful for everything she had done for me.

That she was amazing in bed as well... well, that was its own delight. While not one of the most outwardly sexual girls I knew, Olivia had a deep core of passion and lust that, when combined with her lithe body and modest, sensual curves, unlocked a true wildcat when she got into it.

So, while I was startled at first from her unexpected presence, I was able to recover quickly enough to offer her a smile.

"Hello back," I replied, looking her over. "You're... punctual."

"Yes, and?" Olivia replied, her tone challenging and curious at once. "Why give you a time when I'll be here without the intention of holding to it?"

Okay, I won't say that she didn't have me there. "So, am I suitably dressed for your adventure?"

She took a moment to look me over. "I'd say suitably enough; we're only going to my place. I don't want to give you the wrong idea about what kind of adventure we have ahead, but I am happy to see that you've followed my instructions nonetheless."

I smirked. "If we're only going to your place, I feel like I might be *over*dressed for the occasion."

Olivia rolled her eyes, but I couldn't help but note the faint curl of a smile at the corners of her lips. "I'd accuse you of having a one-track mind, but perhaps you've earned having a one-track mind on this matter, considering your year."

"Thank you," I replied. "So, are you saying I'm wrong about your plans for the day?"

"I won't say anything more about the planned adventure until we get there. I've already spoiled too much, and I've put too much work into the surprise to want to spoil anymore. All I'll ask is, are you ready?" Olivia stated, looking at me with a characteristic intensity that I found kind of exciting.

Without knowing what I was getting into, I'll admit I was dealing with some nervous anticipation, but Olivia had earned my trust well, and I wasn't going to take that for granted.

"As ready as I'm gonna be," I admitted.

"Good," she replied, nodding. "Now, give me your glasses... I assure you that I will take care of them."

Now, while I wasn't blind without my glasses, I wasn't exactly at my best, so this helped fuel my nervous anticipation, but I handed them over to her all the same. She put them in one of her hoodie's pockets, then pulled out a blindfold, reaching over to place it over my eyes.

"Alright... we've got a drive ahead of us, but after that... that's when the fun begins..." Olivia explained, her grin the last thing I saw before my vision was blacked out for good.

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So, being driven around while wearing a blindfold is one of those things that I'll say is one of those experiences that, while I can't thoroughly recommend it, I won't say is all that bad, either, once you get used to it. Olivia was quiet during the drive, blasting some older metal music over the speakers at a not-too-loud volume. I knew that she was trying to disorient me, to keep me from knowing too much as we made our way to her house, and respecting that, I kept quiet.

The drive was, thankfully, short, and when we got to her house, she helped me out of the car rather carefully, while still ensuring that I kept the blindfold on. She led me from what I was fairly certain was a garage, based on the smells of it, into the house, helping me leave my shoes by the door before ushering me further inside. It was a cool place, one that smelled of faint incense and air freshener that, while notable, wasn't particularly cloying. Feeling the carpet beneath my socks, I was soon led into a new room and greeted by the sound of a door closing, and locking, behind me.

Gripping me by the shoulders, Olivia guided me with calm, forceful words. "I need you to take two steps forward, high steps, at that..."

"Alright," I said, complying as I felt something peculiar resting around my ankles. "What's this?"

"Something I'm going to need you to wear for our adventure," she said, lifting whatever she'd had me step into up and around my waist.

I felt straps then getting pulled up and over my shoulders, between my legs, and not uncomfortably around my chest, as she adjusted this device around me.

Laughing a little more nervously now, I asked, "What're you putting on me, some kind of gimp suit?"

Without laughing in response, Olivia replied, "While this garment... I suppose you could call it a garment, anyway... was made for similar purposes to what you're imagining, I've made my own modifications to it that should prove far more enjoyable for the purposes of today's adventure. If that is something you find unacceptable, I can stop now and we can continue in much less adventurous fashion."

Now, there had been a time where an introduction like this would have given me pause, but the way things had been going for me, I was willing to take my chances.

"No, I think I'll see where this is going," I said.

"Excellent," Olivia responded evenly, before checking the straps across my chest. "Alright, I'm going to need you to hold still for just one second..."

Before I could ask why, I could feel her tightening something, then heard the telltale sound of a padlock locking into place, before she checked it by tugging it against the straps and found it to have every bit as firm a grip as she'd intended.

While not concerned for my wellbeing, I felt obligated to note, "You know, something about this feels like the beginning of a Saw movie..."

"Hurm," Olivia replied thoughtfully. "I can see the similarities, but if this *were* a Saw movie, you'd be unconscious at this point, which would certainly make some aspects of my job easier. We're almost done here."

That may not have come across as comforting as she'd intended, but I was curious all the same. I stood there, blindfolded as Olivia fussed over me, occasionally taking some steps away to mess with something in whatever room we were in, before standing back in front of me. Grabbing my wrist gently, she slipped my glasses back into my hand, then stepped away from me.

"Alright, Ryan, you can take your blindfold off and put your glasses on," she explained, her voice tinged with a slight nervous excitement.

With a nod, I did as I was told, pulling off my blindfold and pulling my glasses back on, taking in the room I was in with a certain curiosity.

The walls were dark and decorated with posters for movies and bands and a handful of flyers for various musical productions that had been held at Regan Hills High over the past few years, no doubt ones that she'd worked stage crew for. There were bookcases aplenty, filled with all variety of classics and boxes of art supplies, and one wall with a bulletin board on it, blank save for a series of black rectangles taped onto it. A twin bed in the corner was made with near military precision, while her desk was considerably less orderly, decorated with collectibles, a small artist's mannequin, and, perhaps most curiously of all, a large darkroom timer, already set for an hour.

While this didn't seem outside the realm of possibility for what Olivia's bedroom might have been, I'll admit, I wasn't expecting *exactly* what I was seeing here.

Standing next to the timer, one hand resting casually on top, Olivia smiled a nervous little smile. "I was thinking long and hard about what I'd do with you while we had a day together, and while a day full of passion and sex certainly would have been *acceptable*, you could find that with any number of girls you know, and I wanted to be more memorable than that, and so, I thought, I'd combine a day of sex with one of my other interests."

I looked down at my chest, seeing a snaking array of leather straps and latches wrapping around my body, over my shoulders and between my legs, creating a comfortable, if snug, fit. What I did find most curious was that she had seemingly padlocked it all together at a central point on my chest, the small lock being a set of six combination wheels with letters on them that seemed to be my only practical way out of this.

"Improvised bondage gear?" I asked.

Looking slightly uncomfortable, she shot me another mischievous little smile. "Not... not quite... you see, this is more like... an *escape* room."

The pieces fit together, bringing a smile to my face. "So, this *is* kind of like a Saw movie?"

"Sort of, but if there's going to be any torture, it will all be your own doing... I have no intention of torturing you; quite the opposite, actually," Olivia explained, drumming her fingers on the timer. "You see, Ryan, the device I've put you in will prevent you from taking off your clothes, a condition that I am not bound by in the slightest..."

To emphasize this, she teased me by pulling up the bottoms of her sweatshirt and t-shirt just enough to show her creamy abs, before dropping it back down to cover herself up.

Olivia continued, "To find the combination that will free you, you will need to solve a series of clues and puzzles that I have hidden around this room, keeping things pretty well within plain sight, because I don't want to fuck with you too badly, but some of them might come from some rather *unexpected* places. Solve those clues and free yourself in under an hour and, well... you can do absolutely *anything* you want with me."

Well, I couldn't say that I didn't like the sounds of that. "And if I don't free myself in under an hour?"

"Then I'll free you, and we'll have slightly less interesting, but certainly still entertaining, sex all the same. I'm no monster," she clarified, drumming her fingers on top of the timer again.

I shook my head, laughing softly. "You've got some interesting ideas for foreplay, Olivia..."

"And?" Olivia replied, smirking. "Studies have proven that we can more easily encode the novel in our memories than we can the everyday, and with all the sex you've had, I would need to make things exceptionally novel if I really wanted to leave an impression, wouldn't I?"

I sighed, smiling with great affection toward Olivia. "You'd have to try really hard to make me ever forget you, Olivia... you're one of a kind, and one of the most beautiful, intelligent, and all-around wonderful people I've met this year."

Tugging at the padlock on my straps, I chuckled and added, "Though, as noted, you have succeeded in making this more memorable than most encounters already."

There was something at the edges of her smile that might have been a fondness of her own, but Olivia chose not to give it too much power.

"Mission accomplished," she said with a faint smile. "So, are you ready for the games to begin?"

I thought about this for all of two seconds before I said, "Let's do this."

Olivia pressed the button on top of the timer, and the second hand on it began to count down. "Alright. Let's see how smart you *really* are..."

I could've taken some offense to that, but Olivia and I had gotten to know each other well enough over the last month that we trusted and knew each other's intelligence quite well. Nonetheless, that doesn't mean I wasn't *feeling* a little stupid in those early moments, as I so often did in the escape rooms I'd taken part in in the past. While I'd tended to do well enough once the puzzles got going, figuring out where to begin was usually one of the hardest parts, and uniquely frustrating in its own way. While I could see some things set up in Olivia's room that felt purposeful and almost certainly a part of one puzzle or another that she'd set up, what they *meant* was another question entirely.

I had to slow down and think this through. Olivia wanted to have sex with me, and while this was an unusual foreplay, that didn't mean she wanted to make this more difficult than it had to be. That meant that the first clue was likely to be something fairly obvious, perhaps out of place even.

As I looked around her room, my eyes dancing over every surface and the timer periodically, I finally caught something that looked distinctly out of place. I'd gotten a good look at what Olivia had been wearing earlier, and it certainly did not include the bright yellow lanyard she was wearing around her neck. At first, I thought it might have been something she'd been wearing incidentally, but with Olivia's style on the darker and thoroughly practical side, something this garish, this *obvious*, felt distinctly out of place.

"So, you say that these clues are all somewhere in this room?" I asked.

"That's right," she clarified, clearly interested in where I was going with this.

"And *you* count as being part of this room, so clues could actually be hiding on you somewhere as well?" I asked.

Without letting her grin take over too much, Olivia replied, "There's one way to find out."

I approached her quickly, face to face with the beautiful, dark-haired girl as she looked me in the eye. There was a hint of smugness there, I think, practically daring me to pursue my idea. Well, I'd shared a bed with her once before, and I had little timidity when it came to Olivia Raine-Goldblum. I reached around her, tugging at the back of the lanyard and pulling it up and over Olivia's head. She did nothing to help me, of course, save for moving her hair out of the way and then back into position so she could be nice and practical.

Whatever the lanyard was attached to was down the front of her hoodie, maybe inside her shirt. I tugged at it, trying to pull it out from within, only to find it snagging against something. Olivia smirked as I tugged again with more force, seeming to take some distinct glee at the challenge I was facing.

"Looks like it's hooked on something," she said, amused.

"Looks like it," I replied, giving it another tug.

"And were you planning on doing something about that?" Olivia asked, again challenging me.

Now, the me who'd begun this year would have handled this slowly, with shaky hands slipping in there to go searching for what was promised and timidly assessing the situation. That, however, was the old me. I'd done a lot of growing since senior year began, and I felt fundamentally comfortable with Olivia... and being on a timer, I'll admit, was also an easy motivator.

I reached down beneath her hoodie, feeling around for the lanyard and finding nothing. Olivia stood still, but I could swear there was a little something in her smugness, about the way she arched her back ever so slightly to press her clothed breasts against my hand. It felt good, but it wasn't helping me, and I knew I'd have to dig deeper.

I pulled my hand up, then slipped it underneath the neckline of her t-shirt, following the lanyard down to where she had, of course, snuck the bottom of it down into her bra.

"You know, if you wanted me to feel you up, you could've just asked," I said.

"I could've, but this was more interesting," Olivia replied, gasping slightly as I slipped my fingers beneath the cup of her bra.

The feel of Olivia's bare breast against my hand was, admittedly, intoxicating. Her pert B-cup breast felt at once soft and firm to my touch, a sweet little gasp escaping her lips as my fingers followed the lanyard down past her nipple. I shouldn't have been surprised that her nipple hardened to my touch, and admittedly, even with a timer and a game on the line, I couldn't help but linger there for a moment. I squeezed her bare breast, rubbing my palm over her nipple and enjoying the feel of the hardness against my hand, the way it made Olivia quiver ever so slightly in response. It was a singularly erotic sensation, and an interesting one considering that both of us were completely dressed, and it was one that I knew I could've gotten lost in easily.

My competitive side soon kicked in, however, and I lingered no more, following the lanyard the rest of the way down, finding it attached to a small keyring that had been clipped to the base of her bra. I unclipped it, then pulled it up to find a simple, small key attached to it, one that had a gaudy smear of yellow paint on its body.

"So, you found your first key... now all you have to do is figure out what it goes to," Olivia said, a playful little taunt in her voice.

There was no hint in her manner that I'd just been feeling her up, only that faint amusement that seemed to permeate her ever since she had taken on this role of gamemaster. It left an impression on me, all the same, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to end the game now and pleasure her until she had no choice but to free me from my constraints.

But, between the work she'd clearly put into this, and my own competitive side, I also knew I couldn't stop now.

I observed the key on the lanyard, then quickly scanned the room to see if there were any obvious locks. This wasn't like an escape room where you'd just see the occasional inexplicable padlock just hanging around, no, Olivia was a lot better than that, but that didn't mean that there wasn't something to this.

"You're staring at the key," Olivia said, keeping her voice even as she walked up behind me.

"I'm staring at a lot of things," I said, my eyes darting around the room. "Gotta find what the key goes to, after all."

"Are you in need of a hint, already?" she continued to tease, her voice low and keeping the sarcasm clear.

I looked at her, smiling determinedly. "I'm just getting started; you don't need to go easy on me yet..."

"Who said I'm going easy on you? I made these puzzles possible, that doesn't mean I made them easy," Olivia continued.

"Let me be the judge of that," I replied.

"Well, to keep this moving, why don't you talk me through your thought process here? You've got a key; what does that mean to you?" she asked.

I was happy to be in my own head while I figured this out, but if Olivia wanted me to narrate this to make it more of an experience, fine, I'd have to narrate.

"Well, keys do tend to go to locks," I said, keeping up my own playful sarcasm.

"Usually," Olivia replied, rolling her eyes at me slightly.

More seriously, I noted, "I thought that the lanyard was first colored the way it was so you could make sure that I noticed it, but the fact that the key is also painted the same color makes me think that it might be more than that, that the color itself might actually be important to something here..."

I searched around her room, until I saw it on one of her bookshelves, a small wooden box that happened to be of the same garish color of yellow.

"And if I'm not mistaken..." I said, going over to the bookshelf and pulling the box down, finding that it was held fast with a small padlock.

Grinning, I slipped the key into the padlock, turning it and unlocking the box. "Bingo."

"Well done," Olivia noted, smiling. "I wanted to go a *little* easy on you to start this off... didn't want you feeling too helpless, after all, but let's see how you handle the next part."

I pulled the padlock and the key off the box, setting them on the bookcase under the assumption that I would no longer need them, then checked out what I had to work with inside.

Within the box was, admittedly, a rather nice trio of printed-up pictures of Olivia, one of her fully dressed and smiling at the camera, another of her in only a black bra and matching panties, and the third one of her naked, with one arm across her chest and her other hand covering up her pussy, a playfully taunting look on her face. Quickly checking the back of them, I could see that at least two of them also had some black lines drawn on them, but not knowing how those connected yet, I couldn't work with that yet. Beneath those pictures was a folded-up piece of paper and a ballpoint pen, and when I unfolded the piece of paper, a curious collection of letters greeted my eye.

JYA WABJ SMDA SXW OA IRDWP QI TRD XKA LQMMQWF JR MRRE OAWAXJY JYA HDKIXSA XWP JXEA RII UT HLAXJHYQKJ

"Oh, hell yeah!" I exclaimed.

"What have you found?" Olivia asked, still clearly wanting me to narrate.

"Some sexy pictures of you in various states of dress and undress, which, nice, by the way... and what appears to be some kind of cipher... which I kind of kick ass at," I said, grinning like an overconfident fool at her.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? It's possible you might have mentioned something about that, in passing..."

Olivia and I had talked about a great many things during our time working together with the drama club, and while I couldn't exactly remember any conversations about my favorite logic puzzles, it seemed like she had a good memory for this exact subject. I had to give it to Olivia; her mind was a fascinating repository for information that I could only envy.

"Can I use your desk?" I asked.

"Please do," she replied, following me over as I sat down in her desk chair. "I'm curious to see your methodology in how you intend to solve this."

Setting the cipher down on her desk, I found a pen nearby and set to work, scrolling over the seemingly random letters as I considered how I wanted to approach this.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and assume since you didn't provide a key that this is some kind of replacement cipher that I can figure out using only what information I have in front of me," I explained, running over the words.

"A fair assumption... I can confirm it for you if you want to ask for help," she taunted.

"Oh, please... I'm going to finish this without asking for a single hint," I said, suddenly sounding a lot cockier than I normally would under these circumstances.

Thankfully, Olivia didn't decide to call me on my puzzle-solving arrogance. "We'll see... now, how do you expect to solve this puzzle?"

Looking it over, I ran through all of the lessons I'd learned from messing around with similar puzzles and started playing around with it, marking notes as I went.

"Well, the letter combination JYA appears a few times, with the letters J and A appearing quite frequently throughout the rest of the cipher," I reasoned, taking some notes and making an attempt at translating what I could see. "I'm going to take a guess, then, that JYA might actually mean 'THE', considering how common T and E are as letters... and going off of that, I see a two letter word, JR... and with J being T, and there not being too many two-letter words with T at the beginning, I might be able to reason that R is actually O, and that JR means TO... and if I'm right about both of those, I should have four letters already accounted for, and can probably just logic my way through the rest of this."

"You're making an incredible amount of assumptions," Olivia observed.

"Are any of them wrong?" I asked without looking up at her.

"Do you want me to confirm that? Because it would certainly count as a hint..." she replied, amusement in her voice.

"I can do this," I said, marking off letters and finding words, or at least pieces of words, based on my assumptions so far.

While I did love ciphers and could do them all day if given the opportunity, being on a timer and having Olivia constantly looking over my shoulder did have a way of fucking with my concentration. I could feel her, so close, so quiet, yet with that charge between us ever-present in a way I couldn't ignore. My own arousal and anticipation swirled with my more logical side, mixing in a way that was hardly constructive and made it difficult to focus. As I considered and ruled out letters that might fit in various parts of the cipher, I could feel the minutes ticking by, and what felt like it should have been a quick puzzle soon turned into almost ten minutes. As time passed by, I found it easier to make simple mistakes, cursing myself for wasting time on words that were impossible and forcing myself to backtrack.

Finally, though, as with so many puzzles, I hit a point of no return and everything made sense. Words began to click into place, and with those words more letters became clearer and clearer. I could feel Olivia practically pressing into my back as she leaned over my shoulder, watching me do my thing and making sure I couldn't ignore exactly where she was and what she was doing. She was quiet, in her own particular way, but I could only feel a growing heat from inside that made me want to take off some clothing, which, as it turned out, would be quite difficult considering the harness she'd locked me into.

Once it all became so clear, though, and I fully translated the message, I stood up from the chair and faced Olivia, and without a word grabbed the base of her sweatshirt, pulling it up and over her head and tossing it aside, finding an envelope taped to the stomach of the dark t-shirt she wore underneath.

"Not bad, Ryan... not bad at all..." she said.

Approaching her, I pulled the envelope from her shirt. "You know, this is an awful lot of trouble to have gone through to make me take your clothes off."

"True, but a lot more interesting than normal, isn't it?" she proposed.

"Also true," I replied, pulling the envelope open and checking out its contents.

There were three more pictures of Olivia in various states of undress, which I put with the first trio (since it seemed likely I was collecting them for a future puzzle), and a folded-up piece of thin, clear plastic about the size of a piece of paper. Once unfolded, all I could see was a strange series of lines and a couple rectangles marked it, as well as a prominent red X drawn in marker.

"Your map is incomplete," I joked.

"Who said it was a map?" Olivia teased.

I looked at her skeptically, and got nothing in response but another vaguely cheeky smirk. If she was trying to make me want her more, well... she was certainly accomplishing that.

Unfortunately, I wasn't accomplishing anything. Looking at the piece of plastic, I reasoned there had to be a reason for it to be clear, and that I was probably meant to see something through it. I spent an admittedly, and annoyingly, long period of time putting it up against everything I could see in plain sight that was about the same shape, and found that nothing seemed to line up. The ticking of the timer felt louder, the room smaller as I darted around, trying to find anything that fit.

And Olivia's presence certainly wasn't making things any easier.

"Are you sure you don't want a hint? There truly is no shame in asking for a hint, and if you're struggling, I *am* here to help," Olivia said.

"I'm fine... and I'll be fine," I said, holding the plastic up as I looked back at Olivia. "I just need to figure this out..."

"I'm sure you will, but when you do need a hint, and it will be *when*, not *if*, you know where I'll be," Olivia said, sounding a little too proud of herself.

I looked back at her, wanting to challenge her, to make sure she understood just how much I had this in hand (even if I didn't, really), when something caught my eye. The position of two of the posters on the wall above her bed, they looked familiar... *too* familiar. I held up the plastic sheet, and found that the rectangles on the poster lined up almost perfectly with them. Other lines fell into place as well, lining up with a bookcase, the top of her bed... yes, I'd found *exactly* what I was supposed to be looking for, and if logic held and that red X marked the spot...

My next clue would be under her bed.

I ran past Olivia, dropping to my knees and reaching under her bed, pulling out what looked like an ornate little puzzle box. I was uncertain if this was what I needed next, or simply something under Olivia's bed, but she was quick to clear that up without me needing to ask for a hint, sitting down on the bed and eyeing me with some amusement.

"Think you can figure out how to unlock it?" Olivia replied, her tone dripping with amusement. "I wish I could've made this a sexier puzzle, but sometimes you've got to work with the assets you have... I'm sure it won't take you *too* long to figure out how to open it."

"Promise it won't open a gateway to hell?" I joked as I began to move some of the box's interlocking pieces. "I kinda like my skin right where it is."

"I won't make you any promises to that effect, but I can talk about how movie monsters aren't real if that'll prevent you from having any nightmares," she said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes and said nothing, twisting and contorting what parts of the box I could in my hands as I tried to figure out how to open it up. Even with a basic understanding that it eventually *would* open and have something inside of it that was relevant to the next puzzle, I found the puzzle box to be rather challenging, with shifting and sliding pieces that didn't necessarily reveal a path forward, and a few dead ends. The ticking of the timer raised the intensity as I continued pushing forward, trying to figure out how to open this.

"Trickier than it looks, isn't it?" Olivia taunted.

"I'll figure it out," I said. "Unless I'm supposed to solve it by smashing it to pieces."

"That is... certainly an option," she replied, thoughtfully. "But I'd like to ask you to consider a less percussive course than that."

"So, no smashing?" I asked.

"No smashing... of the puzzle box, or any other game elements. Once you've figured out how to get naked, we can smash all you want," Olivia said, her voice having a distinct playfulness in spite of her taunting.

I practically growled at her, as much in need as in frustration, because she was looking particularly good, and the feel of her breast against my hand was still on my mind. This didn't help my concentration, of course, and I certainly lost some more minutes this way... but like all puzzles, once you hit a certain point, the pieces just have a way of falling into place. With a couple strategic slides of one side and a twist here, I felt a click, and the top of the box slid open.

"Fuck yeah," I replied, looking at the contents inside.

As expected, I found another trio of pictures of Olivia in various states of undress, some of them with more of those inexplicable lines on the back. Less expected was a small flashlight, and a small, blank slip of paper.

I toyed with the flashlight, briefly, turning it on and viewing the purple light with glee.

"Ah, it isn't an escape room if there isn't a blacklight puzzle hiding in there somewhere," I said, a little cocky.

Olivia shrugged. "My resources are limited, and with that, sometimes creativity faces limitations as well. That a problem?"

"Never," I replied, turning the small blacklight back on and running it over the small slip of paper in the box, making the words 'THE AMALGAMATED AMERICAN DICTIONARY' appear as bright as day.

It was an odd title, but a memorable one... so memorable that I was able to recall where I'd seen it on one of her bookshelves and pulled it down, finding it to be not just a book, but a cheap, hidden safe made to look like a book. In spite of its cover, the inside was clearly pressed aluminum, and reasonably well-locked with a four-digit dial combination on it, and the words 'LIGHTS OUT' written next to it.

Well, I'd seen less blatant clues than that before.

I walked over to the door and flipped the light switch beside it, plunging Olivia's room into absolute blackness.

"Oh, wow..." I said, trying to get my bearings.

"Good blackout curtains... there's nothing quite like them," Olivia confirmed.

"I can tell," I replied, waiting for my eyes to adjust and finding that more of a challenge than I would've liked.

Wait, why the hell did I need to let my eyes adjust? I still had the flashlight!

I turned it on, and while it wasn't enough to bathe the room in light, it was enough to help me find my bearings, and give an ominous kind of glow to Olivia. Her skin nearly glowed under the blacklight, she was so pale, her smile growing ever so slightly as she saw that I didn't need much instruction to follow this next step.

"Fuck, you look good..." I said.

"I do," she confirmed. "But spend too long looking at me and you'll only delay the fun further."

I walked over to her, closing the distance between us until we were face to face. I knew we were on the clock, but being this close to her, I figured I could steal a minute and do what I'd wanted to do since we'd begun this game.

I leaned in, and I kissed Olivia on the mouth, feeling her lips conform to mine. Her lips were so soft, and pleasantly moist, and beyond that... I couldn't help but feel a certain sweetness to how she kissed me back. Olivia was not a girl who you could usually assign the word sweet, as she always kept a bit of an edge to herself that tended to keep people at arm's length. I knew she had friends, and that she didn't let them in that easily, so to feel her opening up to me, letting me see some of that sweet side rather than just the edge... well, I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good.

Parting from the kiss, Olivia pursed her lips, then smiled up at me. "Maybe not the wisest use of your time... but that did feel good."

"Didn't it?" I asked, before darting my eyes, and flashlight, around the room.

"You onto something?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said, scanning the flashlight over every surface I could find and looking for something obvious. "You asked me to turn out the lights, which means that you want me to find something that would be much easier to find in the dark, and having only given me this flashlight to go hunting with... I'm assuming I'm meant to find a clue with it that I couldn't find as easily with the lights on."

"A fair assumption. Let's see if it pays off," Olivia replied.

It didn't pay off, at first, because even though Olivia didn't have the biggest bedroom in the world, there were still a lot of potential places for the next clue to be hidden. With the timer ticking down, my time running out with every moment I wasn't finding what she wanted me to find, I began to hurry, which only made me seemingly miss the clue even harder. I knew there was the possibility of a hint, and that Olivia was ready to jump at the opportunity to reveal that she'd stumped me... and it was certainly tempting.

And then, pretty much by accident, I saw it. Next to the timer on her desk, the artist's mannequin. It had a set of glowing numbers that reacted to the blacklight. 3 on the right side of the neck, 1 on the chest, 2 on the lower left leg, and ultimately 4 on the lower back.

That was certainly four numbers... but I had no idea of what order they went in. Head to toe? Toe to head? And it was 1 through 4, which could mean something else entirely.

That was when inspiration struck, and I approached Olivia, shining the light on the side of her neck, revealing a glowing 8 painted onto her skin. If my theory followed, the rest of the numbers would be written on her in corresponding places with the artist's mannequin, but shining the light over her clothes in the corresponding spots got me nothing.

Well, I couldn't say that she didn't have a plan here.

"Take your clothes off," I said, before quickly adding. "Please."

"I thought you didn't want my help," Olivia replied, her tone almost teasing.

I looked over at the timer, and while I wasn't in risk of running out of time just yet, that didn't mean that I wasn't feeling the pressure.

Looking back at her, into her eyes, I could feel the challenge in them acutely, knowing what she wanted me to do and only feeling my excitement grow because of how blatant she was about it. Olivia had always had her own way of approaching problems, and I had to admit that this was about as unique a way I'd ever been made to get a girl naked as I could remember. But, if this was how I was supposed to win, then that was how I'd win.

I gripped the bottom of her t-shirt, then pulled it over her head, her beautiful, bra-clad breasts made wonderfully available to me. Shining the light over her breasts, I couldn't find anything, and then with a grin I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in close so I could unclasp her bra. I'd gotten pretty good at doing this by this point, and managed to get it open with one move, pulling the bra off and revealing her breasts, bare, to me.

Her B-cup tits were pert and round, soft but firm, with perfect little pink nipples that stood out so beautifully hard. I was tempted... *sorely* tempted to lean in and worship them, suckling on them until I got her off, but instead, I ran the light over her tits and found a '2' painted in glowing ink on the bottom of her right breast.

Turning Olivia around revealed a 9 painted on her lower back, and without missing a beat I reached around her, undoing her belt and pulling her pants down, dropping the jeans around her ankles. On this one thing, she helped me somewhat, stepping out of her pants while I ran the light over her, finding the 6 painted on her leg.

I stood up behind her, unable to help myself, and wrapped my arms around Olivia, pulling her close to me. I squeezed her tits with both hands, pinching her now free nipples and loving the moans they pulled from her perfect lips, grinding my cock over her panty-clad ass. It was a challenge, admittedly, given the harness she'd put me in, but my erection feeling as powerful as it did, I thought we were both still able to get something out of it. Olivia seemed to enjoy herself quite a bit, moaning and wiggling her ass against me.

"Mmm, you're running out of time," she said. "Not that I want you to stop..."

I chuckled, kissing the side of her neck. "Yeah, and you'd enjoy watching me fail, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, hardly... I rather enjoy the sight of you victorious..." Olivia purred, arching her neck to kiss me back.

She would know; Olivia had been instrumental in my victory over bully Micah Burke just a little over a week ago, something for which I would forever be in her debt. I'd have taken this moment to show her just how indebted to her I felt... but again, the timer. So, I got in a little more grinding, a little more groping of her breasts, and another kiss on her perfect lips, before moving on.

I dashed across the room, grabbing the safe and plugging in 2689, unlocking it and opening it up.

I smirked. "I thought so."

Strolling over to me, clad only in her black cotton panties, Olivia asked, "You thought what?"

I pulled the contents of the safe out, revealing three more pictures of her in various states of undress, including a rather artful full nude of her spreading her legs and showing off her pussy.

"I'd been suspecting something like this for a while, but these three confirm it... I've got all the parts to finish the final puzzle, don't I?" I asked, walking over to the doorway and turning the light back on.

Olivia blinked, annoyance flashing across her face as she readjusted to the light, but she eyed me curiously.

"I can neither confirm or deny that suspicion... but I'd like to know why you're so confident about this," she said, a small smile curling at the edges of her lips.

Dashing to her desk, I grabbed the pictures I'd collected there so far and brought them over to the bulletin board on her wall.

Pointing at the rectangles taped onto the board, I explained, "Twelve conspicuous taped spots, twelve pushpins, and twelve pictures of you getting progressively more and more undressed, all of which look more or less the size of the taped rectangles you put on the board. Call me crazy, but I think if I put these in order, I'm going to figure out how to take this damned harness off..."

"You think it will be that simple?" Olivia challenged.

"Are you telling me it won't be?" I replied, lining the pictures beneath the bulletin board to the best of my abilities.

"That would be a hint for me to either confirm or deny your suspicion, and at last report, I thought you didn't want any hints..." she teased.

"And you'd be right about that," I said, grabbing the first picture and pinning it up on the board.

While this seemed simple in theory, I soon found out that there were variables I hadn't considered. The grid of taped-up rectangles was three rows of four, but I didn't know if I was going left to right or top to bottom, and that would probably affect how I could solve this problem. However, going from left to right, top to bottom, seemed to be the way to go, and I soon thought I had ordered the pictures about as correctly as I could have arranged them, creating a nice slideshow sort of effect of Olivia being fully dressed in the top left corner, to completely nude and lewd at the bottom right.

"Did I... did I get it? Do I get the next part now?" I asked.

"Do you want to know?" Olivia asked.

Okay, so I *didn't* get it. She wouldn't be asking me if I'd gotten it, and she was asking me, so... fuck, I was missing something, wasn't I? Was there some clue on the pictures that I was missing? Something about Olivia's position in each of the pictures, or something in the background, or-

It clicked quickly. I wasn't sure of it, and it felt like one of those moments where the idea was so crazy it just might work... but it was an idea I had to test, first. Unpinning the first picture, I turned it around so that the back was now facing me... the back with some of those mysterious lines drawn on it that I'd noted earlier, but hadn't put a ton of thought to. If I was right...

One by one, I turned each of the pictures around, seeing the lines on the backs of them connecting until I could see the design on the back of them, as if I'd put together a jigsaw puzzle. The shape was a simple line drawing, probably something Olivia had done in Sharpie, and the shape was a little confusing at first, flaring and narrowing and looking for all intents and purposes like a soft Christmas tree had been knocked on its side.

Which was before I realized that if I turned it in one particular direction, this was the shape of an object I was very familiar with.

Laughing, I said, "Good one."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Figured it that quickly, have you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I have," I replied, walking over to the mostly naked Olivia and looking her in the eye. "I think you know it's about time for you to take your panties off..."

She eyed me challengingly, holding her ground well. "Me helping you like that would constitute a hint, you know... what would that do for your hint-averse pride, I wonder?"

Alright, if that was how she wanted it, that was how it was going to be... I reached out to Olivia, running my hands lightly down the sides of her body. She shivered at my touch, a delicious sensation in its own way, her skin prickling with gooseflesh as I ran my fingertips over her pale flesh. Reaching her narrow hips, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her pleasantly modest ass, dropping them to the floor and leaving her standing beautifully naked in front of me. My eyes, on instinct, looked down between her legs at her shaved pussy, my cock twitching and mouth watering at the thought of it, but that wasn't why I was here...

I looked over again at the drawing I'd formed with the lines on the backs of Olivia's pictures and smiled at the sight, ready to confirm my suspicion...

... because that drawing couldn't have been of anything *but* a butt plug.

I grabbed Olivia by the shoulders, neither roughly nor gently and turned her around, bending her over her desk. She reached out quickly, gasping slightly from surprise and bracing her hands against the desk, jutting her ass out at me as if on instinct.

I dropped to my knees behind her, face to face with her ass, and the flared base of a light blue butt plug that was clearly sticking out of her. Olivia had hidden this clue inside of herself the entire time... I was impressed, honestly, but with my timer still ticking down, I couldn't stay here impressed for long.

"You know what has to happen next, don't you?" I asked.

Biting her lip, Olivia nodded, jutting her ass out toward me more prominently. I slid my fingers between her ass cheeks, teasing her, enjoying how she shivered and shuddered, before closing my fingers over the base of the plug. I tugged at it, gently, feeling it nestling inside of her before I pulled a little more firmly. Olivia moaned, seemingly in spite of herself, as I pulled it slowly from her ass, watching her tightest hole stretch around it until it reached the widest part of the flare, at which point the toy slid out of her quite easily.

She gasped, trying to catch her breath and rocking against her desk as I pulled the toy from her, turning the lubed-up sex toy around in my hands until I saw, rather carefully carved in the side the word "SPRING."

Suddenly feeling rather silly, I set the plug down on her desk, then looked at the lettered combination dials on the lock on my chest. "I should've thought of this earlier."

"Too on the nose?" Olivia asked, whimpering pleasantly and dropping her head forward. "I would have fit 'SPRING BREAK' there if I could, but I couldn't find any affordable locks that came in that size... and don't get me started on how long it took me to figure out the ideal way to mark something on a toy like that..."

Briefly, I was transfixed by the sight before me. Olivia and I had had sex before, but it was an intense, passioned moment of release then, the two of us giving in to feelings and a building understanding between us that we'd forged while working with each other on the school play; we didn't really have a whole lot of time to get creative, and we'd never even considered something along the lines of anal. Seeing her ass cheeks spread in this moment, her tight, pink hole exposed to me, flexing ever so slightly and looking positively enticing... well, I was sorely tempted in that moment to lean in and give her ass a little worship, maybe see how far I could get my tongue up her tightest hole. It was certainly tempting, and before I'd even realized it, my hand was on one of her ass cheeks, squeezing it lightly and making her shiver.

There was so much I could have done... so much I *wanted* to do... but quickly, my head cleared.

I looked down at the padlock on my chest and spun the dials on it until the word "SPRING" was aligned in the appropriate spot, and I tugged.

The lock fell free, the straps around me loosening all at once. I pulled them over my head and dropped them to the floor, standing free behind Olivia.

Shakily, she turned around to face me, smiling as she reached out and pressed the button atop the timer to turn it off.

"So, you've won," Olivia said with a smirk. "Admittedly, not the most inspired escape room in the world, but with the limited resources I had at hand, I like to think I acquitted myself as well as I could have. Did you enjoy the experience?"

I flexed my muscles, happy to be free of the straps on my shoulders and between my legs... *especially* the straps between my legs, as now I could feel nothing constraining my arousal but my pants and underwear, and that at least was a familiar state for me to be in.

And now, a significantly more comfortable one to be in, especially as I took in Olivia standing before me, now completely naked. She eyed me curiously, as if wondering what my next move might be, and seemingly unprepared for the possibility that it might just be to stand here and stare back at her. I took in her pale, lithe body, her pert breasts with those peaked nipples, the way she moistened her lips in anticipation... and then, of course, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift between her legs, to see her slit, shaved bare and looking so ready, so *tasty*.

Fuck, Olivia was beautiful... I really had to do something about that.

It seemed Olivia had the same thoughts, as she soon quickly closed the distance between us and practically threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck so she could press her lips to mine in a fiery kiss. I was taken off guard by the suddenness of this, but was soon kissing her back with equal fervor, wrapping my arms around her to press her body close to mine. There was no hesitation, no focus in these kisses, no, this was something significantly wilder, something *freer* passing between the two of us, this great, wild need for each other that could no longer be contained.

Olivia broke this kiss, eyeing me desperately. "Take your shirt off."

"Yeah," I replied, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

Olivia's own hands were busy at my waistband, unbuckling my belt quickly and just as quickly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, pulling them, and my underwear down in a swift move, made all the swifter by the fact that she'd dropped to her knees to do so. This did result in my thick, ten-inch erection popping out with some force, impacting her cheek with an impressive smacking sound, but if she minded, she didn't let it show. Her face only inches away from my cock, Olivia looked on it almost worshipfully, then up in my eyes as she took hold of it with both hands.

"I don't think it's an exaggeration to say I've thought about getting to see your cock again at least two or three times daily, often more; now, get out of your pants, I need you naked, though you can keep your glasses," she said with an urgent authority.

I did as I was told, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. "At least two or three times a day, huh?"

"Yes," Olivia replied bluntly, slowly stroking my cock in both hands and spreading my precum about with her thumbs. "I doubt I'm the only girl to tell you that you leave an impression, and, well, you've certainly left an impression on me... an impression that's not easily sated, I must note. I've masturbated several times almost every night thinking about what I'd do the next time I got you in bed, and now that we're there, or *nearly* there since my bed's over there, you could say with certainty that I'm fucking excited to be here. Thoughts of you have nearly caused me to wear out several sex toys... not to mention consider what this would feel like up my ass, which is something I don't consider lightly."

Holding my cock up, she leaned in to lick my balls, never breaking eye contact with me. I hissed pleasurably at the contact, and she leaned back, looking at me with those big hazel eyes of hers and looking painfully sexy.

"What I'm saying is, you should feel special. Fuck, you should feel arrogant, cocky, whatever you want to feel. It's not many guys who can turn me into a ravenous little slut with the merest memory of our last sexual encounter... there's something special to that, I believe," Olivia replied, leaning in to kiss my balls.

I groaned as she licked and kissed my balls in a hungry, almost worshipful fashion, looking up into my eyes the entire time. Slowly stroking my shaft with one hand, she then proceeded to quickly suck one of my full balls into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue and making me moan out loud. Fuck... holy fuck she was good at this. I'd known for some time that Olivia was a girl who was full of surprises, but the way she treated my balls while slowly jacking me off with such skill simply told me that she still had surprises to spare.

I reached down, running my fingers through her dark hair with an almost tender softness, something that I could see quite clearly make her shiver.

It also, apparently, set something off inside of her. Olivia let my balls fall from her mouth and leaned away, just enough so that she could pull my cock down to her lips and line it up, opening wide as she practically inhaled my thick cockhead. Without breaking eye contact, she swirled her tongue over the head hurriedly, sucking and slurping and licking at the head and positively driving me mad.

I hissed, gripping her hair more tightly. "Ah, holy fuck... oh, wow... oh, that feels so good... your mouth is fucking amazing, Olivia... I mean... ohfuck..."

Though her expression didn't change much, mostly because it couldn't, I swear I could see Olivia's little smirk even in her impressively stretched lips, that way she cocked her head just slightly and changed the pace with which she slurped my cockhead. It was a brief reaction, and one that could easily have been missed, but with Olivia's expressive face, there was no way I would ever want to miss even the slightest look from her.

That brief moment of smugness out of the way, she soon took more of me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked me eagerly, taking my cock into her throat and soon sucking my entire length down. She held it there for a moment, clearly on the verge of gagging, but looking up at me with those watery eyes in a look of playful defiance, wanting to show me just how determined she was, before pulling back and off of my cock. With trails of saliva and precum connecting her mouth to my cock, she coughed briefly, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand and dove back in, inhaling my cock to the root and sucking me with a particularly dramatic flair.

I gripped her hair in my fingers more tightly as she did this, keeping her close and making her moan as I did so. The vibrations of her moans against my cock shook something to my very core, making me realize just how close I was, and how much I still needed her.

"Olivia... fuck... you keep doing that, you'll make me cum..." I warned.

She pulled off my cock, stroking me with both hands as she looked up at me with a devilish smile. "That's the idea. I know you won't stop with one cum, so I don't feel a particular pressure *not* to make you cum... so if you feel the need, you just do it. Make me a fucking mess; I don't care. In fact, I welcome it."

Olivia continued stroking my cock with both hands, leaning in to kiss my cockhead. I groaned again, my cock twitching in her grasp as she smiled.

"Oh, I think he likes that... I think you like the idea of cumming all over me, watching me swallow your fucking load... well, what are you waiting for, Ryan? Fucking cum for me... claim your fucking prize and cum in my mouth, on my face, whatever you fucking want, just give it to me... I fucking want it..." she growled, leaning in to kiss and suckle my cockhead.

"O... okay... if you insist," I replied, trying to hold back my whimper and failing fantastically.

Olivia saw my resolve flicker there, and with the slightest, cocky little grin on her lips, she dove back in, licking and kissing and sucking on my cockhead, and only my cockhead, while her hands were a blur over my shaft, jerking me swiftly as if with a great desperation for my cum. With my own need to cum already undeniable, I no longer held back. I thrust back against her hands and mouth slightly, trying to get more into her mouth, trying to feel more of her hands, feeling the pressure building inside of me and knowing that there was only one way this would end, and that that end was coming *very* soon.

"Oh god, I'm cumming... I'm cumming soon... fuck, you're gonna make me cum soon, Olivia!" I cried out.

Unhesitating, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and jacked me, looking up at me with a playfully slutty superiority. "Come on, Ryan, do it... fucking do it... cum for me, cum on me, make me a fucking mess like you make all your cumsluts, come on, I can take it, and I fucking want it, do it... do it... cum for me, cum for me, Ryan, give it to me, give-"

I didn't have any words for her just then, but I did have a loud moan, and a whole lot of cum as pleasure washed over my body. With a cry of ecstasy, I arched my back, spraying an impressive first blast of cum across her face and into her mouth. Though surprised, for maybe a second, Olivia recovered quickly, aiming my cock down so she could get another blast almost fully in her mouth, before aiming several more shots at her chin. I'd had some big loads before, and this felt up there with the best of them, as Olivia continued to jerk the last few shots out of me, splattering my cum down her neck and onto her tits. It looked almost as if she were trying to make this as filthy as possible, as if she wanted to show me that she could be every bit as much of a porny slut as a lot of the other girls I'd been with this year. While I didn't doubt that she had that capacity, as our time together had proven her to be an inventive and passionate girl, I couldn't lie: I did enjoy seeing this side of her unleashed.

Looking up at me now that she was finished taking my cum, Olivia proudly showed me the cum collected in her mouth before swallowing it all down.

Panting and weak, I took a step away from her, while Olivia stood in front of me, looking dirty and unbearably sexy as she grinned at me through a mask of cum.

"You're quite... tasty," she said, wiping some cum off of her cheek with one finger and sucking it down. "And you make this mess worth it."

"Glad to hear it," I replied, still feeling weak in the knees, but loving the way Olivia looked, so naked and free and utterly *raw*.

She clearly saw my attention, looking me up and down with a little smirk. "I need to clean up a bit before... well, anything else... would you like to join me in the shower?"

Though I was still trying to find myself capable of words, this wasn't a question I had to linger on long.

***

"Oh god... fuck... fuckfuckfuck... please, keep going, keep... OHHHH..." Olivia moaned as I fingered her against the shower wall.

Hot water sprayed down around us, any need for cleanliness well past us as we now satisfied ourselves with each other. I'd pinned Olivia to the wall, enjoying the way her tight body felt against mine, not to mention how responsive she was as I fingered her clit lusciously. With her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, and one leg around my waist, Olivia held on for dear life while I pleasured her. I leaned in, kissing her neck as she kissed mine, the two of us losing ourselves to the steamy shower as we added some steam of our own.

So, yeah, if it wasn't obvious by now, I definitely wanted to join Olivia in the shower, and the two of us had made the most of it. Once those initial first steps of cleanup were finished, we descended on each other, making out and groping each other as we let our passions take control. While an unassuming girl if you ever saw her around school, when the two of us were together, Olivia proved herself to be a uniquely intense girl with a powerful lust that I took great pleasure in trying to keep up with.

Kissing her neck one last time, I shifted my position enough to look her in the eye while I fingered her. She looked up at me, her beautiful hazel eyes watery and needy, her pale body flushing from more than just the shower. I increased my pace over her clit, painfully aware of how hard I was again. I was tempted, to be sure, to replace my fingers with my cock and pound her into oblivion right here, but I still needed to pay her back for that exquisite blowjob.

Thankfully, that same blowjob had certainly improved my patience with her, and my fingering skills were developed enough that it wouldn't take long to get her exactly where I wanted her.

That didn't mean that I wasn't going to tease this out as long as I could... no, by this point in senior year, I'd become pretty expert at the art of edging, and I was happy to show Olivia just how good I was at this, bringing her close to the edge and then backing off, slowing my efforts so she could come down a little, before bringing her back up to that edge once again. It was a process I kept repeating, building up what I hoped to be a rather devastating orgasm inside of this utterly unique girl I shared the shower with.

Of course, one also takes their own life into their hands when they get to edging a girl who really wanted to get off, and after doing this to her for a while, those lovely hazel eyes were looking less lovely and more disgruntled, her moans and grunts taking on a tone that bordered on threatening.

"Fuck... you're playing with fire... oh, you're playing with fire there..." Olivia groaned, rocking her hips against my hand in an increasingly desperate fashion. "You're really going to keep doing that? Fuck... if you keep teasing me like that, you're going to unleash a monster... and I'm not sure you'll like what you see..."

She said this with an angry little curl at the edges of her mouth, enough to tell me that I'd actually probably like seeing that side of her a fair bit, but I took that as a moment to increase my pace just enough. I quickened my pace over her clit, feeling how properly juicy her pussy had become as she whimpered and groaned.

"Mmm... if this is what I'm going to get out of you, I think I'll have no choice *but* to keep going like this... I mean, what'd you call yourself earlier, a 'ravenous little slut'? I think I'd like to see that side of you come out..." I whispered into her ear, loving the way it brought out higher, more intense whimpers from within the beauty I'd pinned to the wall.

Olivia groaned, "You say that now... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... but-"

"I know what I'm doing, and complain all you want, but you fucking love this, too... and when I finally make you cum, you'll wish you'd never complained," I said, kissing her neck again.

"Confident words," she replied.

"I can justify them," I said.

Whispering in my ear, Olivia said, "Then fucking prove it... make me... make me cum... make me cum so hard I'll never want any other guy..."

That... that was one hell of a responsibility, but I was up for the challenge. Though I slowed my pace, briefly, I was content to go in for the kill at this point, quickening my fingers over her clit while sucking on the side of her neck. I could feel her tensing, perhaps even bracing herself for me to back off of her again, but I didn't give her that reprieve this time. This time I only kept going, fingering her clit faster and harder, backing off just enough to look her in the eyes as I did this. The look on her face when she realized I meant it this time was impressive, that defiant frustration melting away into a brief moment of pure excitement, before she surrendered herself, closing her eyes and letting her mouth drop open as she let out a moan of raw ecstasy.

"Yes, yes... oh, yes, fuck... yes, fuck me, finger me, finger me harder, god, ohgod, fuck, keep fingering me, like that, harder, please, harder, I'm close, I'm close, so close, pleasepleaseplease, harder, harder, it's coming, it's coming, I'm coming, keep fingering my fucking pussy, just like that, come on, yesyesyesyesyes... FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Olivia cried out, clinging to me tightly as she came, messy and hard.

Even with the hot water running down our bodies, I could feel the surge of her juices against my hand, the scent of her arousal filling the tight space of the shower intoxicating to me as I kept rolling my fingers over her to clit to draw out her pleasure as long as I could. True to my intentions, it was every bit as devastating an orgasm as I'd hoped, with Olivia crying out and shaking against me, holding onto me for stability as she lost all control. As a girl who prided herself in a certain level of control, I won't deny the thrill that came with seeing her so lost like this, watching and feeling her break down in my arms as she soon lost her strength and fell against me.

I held her like this, making sure she wouldn't fall while she caught her breath, Olivia kissing and nibbling on my shoulder. She stayed like this for a moment, breathing and regaining her bearings, holding onto me as her senses returned.

And then she unlocked her hands from behind my neck and reached down between us, gripping my cock with one hand and groaning softly as she took in its girth. She stroked me, slowly, experimentally, feeling what I had to offer her in this moment. Olivia knew exactly what was there, and exactly why I was this way, but with a pleasantly drowsy look in her eyes, she still couldn't help but smile at me.

"Mmm, we should do something with this cock," she purred.

"Got any ideas?" I asked, kissing her neck again.

"A few... and none of them feature fucking in the shower, because I don't want to slip and break my neck," Olivia replied, her words blunt even if her tone was still a little dreamy.

While I was quite experienced with shower sex, I wouldn't deny that it was often quite a bit more awkward than it was sexy and romantic, and I wouldn't have minded my own change of venue for our next acts, either.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a bit of a scene transition, either," I replied.

"Good," she said, grinning dreamily and kissing me again. "So why don't we get on with that, and then see what else we'll get up to?"

And in answer to that, I'll ask you all to kindly hold while we skip over the unglamorous steps of finishing the shower and drying off and enjoy the asterisks of this brief scene transition.

***

Clean and dry out of the shower, and still every bit as turned on as when we'd shared it together, Olivia and I collapsed onto her bed in a frantic embrace, kissing and groping each other as we sought to give in to the pleasures that we had only been toying with so far. I climbed up onto her bed so that my head was on the pillow, and Olivia positioned herself above me, insistently grinding her slick pussy against my shaft.

"Mmm, while there are certain things I do enjoy about teasing this out for as long as possible, once we get to a certain point, I do wonder why I wait when what I really want is this... why make you jump through all those hoops, solve all those puzzles, when it's all just going to end like this, which is what I wanted in the first place..." she said, smiling down at me slyly and reaching between us to take hold of my cock.

"Well, it does ramp up the anticipation nicely," I admitted, reaching up to take hold of her breasts as she lined me up with her entrance. "You did get me nice and extra hard by drawing this out as you did... I'd say don't sell all the work you put in short, because- ohfuck..."

Olivia settled down onto my cock before I could really finish that thought, and whatever I meant to say beyond that point was lost to time as I felt her warm, wet embrace surround my erection. I groaned out in pleasure as her folds enveloped my thick cockhead, then as she methodically made her way down, slowly taking inch after inch in a beautifully deliberate fashion. She looked into my eyes all the while, letting me see that focus and pleasure as it overtook her, her mouth dropping open in a silent moan as her body trembled with the sensations of what we were doing. I squeezed her tits, perhaps a little too hard, as I was overwhelmed with the feelings overtaking me, finally making her moan audibly.

When my cock had finally been buried to the hilt inside of her, I wrapped my arms around Olivia, holding her close and kissing her with a tender fondness, a reflection of our unique connection and understanding of each other.

Tender and fond were good, and had certainly informed my last encounter with her well... but as the rest of our time together today had proven, while Olivia was interested in closeness, she was looking for more than just tender and fond. Pressing her hands to my chest, she pushed off of me, sitting up on my cock and looking down at me with the kind of hunger I could easily mirror.

"I've been waiting for this... since the last time we did this, honestly... the first time..." Olivia growled, squeezing one of my nipples.

I hissed, reaching down for her ass and squeezing, firmly, before sliding my hands up to her hips, letting her know that I was every bit as ready for this as she was.

Smirking, Olivia began to bounce on my cock, and I matched her pace readily, pumping my cock up into her as she rode me. While Olivia wasn't quite as experienced as many of the girls I'd been with, she was still more than capable of what she was doing, as she soon bounced up and down on my cock energetically, her hips a blur as she rode my cock.

Her eyes screwed shut in concentration, she moaned, "Oh fuck... oh fucking hell, this is good... perfect... you're so big... so fucking big, I can feel you... I can feel you *everywhere* oh, wow, that's... mmm... that's amazing cock, I love feeling it inside of me... yes, like that, keep going, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Ryan..."

I was all too happy to fuck her like this, gripping her hips firmly as she bounced with expert precision, taking my cock and squeezing me so lusciously, I was in danger of cumming well before I was ready to.

Thankfully, Olivia seemed to sense this and gave me a more than pleasant distraction, dropping down and pressing her tits to my face. I shifted my focus in that moment, suckling at her tits to keep myself from losing it too quickly inside of her and finding this technique to be quite gratifying as a means to draw this out longer.

Olivia also seemed to rather enjoy herself, mewling pleasantly as she fucked me and continued feeding me her tits. "Yes, yes, yes, mmm... oh, that feels so good... your mouth... your hands... your cock... heaven... fucking heaven, it's... so good, fuck, feels... feels good... feels *so* good..."

She reached down between us, fingering her clit as she rode me. "Please, whatever you do, don't stop doing what you're doing... don't stop, please, please, don't stop, keep going, please, Ryan..."

Olivia closed her eyes, her face contorted with concentration as she fingered herself while riding me. I made sure to give her everything she wanted, fucking and sucking and holding onto her, making sure to take her as close to the edge that she wanted to be taken over as I could. I held on tightly, pumping up into her as she increased her speed, watching with no small amount of pride as she shook, hard, trembling as another orgasm spread through her. This one wasn't quite as dramatic as the one in the shower, but with a gush of her juices and a tremble that didn't seem to give up, it certainly looked like a good one all the same.

"Oh, yes, yesyesyes... come on... oh yes..." Olivia said, quivering and opening her eyes as she looked down at me, a sly little smile on her lips as she positively giggled. "Holy fuck, that... I think it's still happening... what the fuck... how is it still happening..."

She looked down at her leg, seeing it still shaking and shuddering against me and laughing. "Why am I still shaking? Seriously, what the fuck... never... never cum like that before... I think I like it."

Feeling her pussy still quaking and massaging my cock, even if she wasn't fully conscious of it, I concurred, "Feels pretty fucking great here, too, believe me..."

"I'm... fuck... haha... going to need a minute to go again... just need to get to a place where I can feel my legs again," she chuckled, still shaking uncontrollably.

Smiling up at her, I stopped sucking her nipples and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in for a soft kiss. Olivia moaned pleasantly against my lips, melting into the kiss while we made out. I kissed her more deeply then, trying to echo our earlier passions and finding her very receptive as her lips eagerly accepted mine, peppering my lips with several quick, playful kisses in a row.

As she was still shaking, and there was still much I wanted to do with Olivia, I thought this time to take some control, gripping her tightly and rolling over so that I was on top of her (no mean feat in a twin bed). Olivia was still too giggly and recovering from her orgasm to put up much of an argument now that I was on top of her, but with the way she looked at me in this position, I didn't take this change as a bad thing. I kissed her again, thrusting into her pussy slowly for the moment while she rocked her hips with me, continuing this fuck and enjoying every moment of it.

Though there was definitely a distinct fire to our union, there was also an intimacy to it that I enjoyed on a deeper level... Olivia and I had always connected on a more intellectual level throughout our monthlong flirtation, and when we finally did have sex, there was a magic to it that I at once couldn't have expected and should have seen coming. We were very compatible in a number of ways, and when we did this together there was something that felt, well... *natural* to what we were doing.

So, I was unhurried as I slid my cock in and out of Olivia's grasping cunt. We looked into each other's eyes, exchanging kisses and occasionally giggling or laughing with each other, whispering smatterings of dirty talk into the other's ear as we embraced and fucked in the playful, if intense, way that the two of us truly loved. I had one hand on a breast, squeezing her nipple as I continued to fuck into her, enjoying how sensitive her nipples were and how the slightest bit of pressure would make her moan.

Soon, even this pace was too much for me, and I felt my cock swelling with a coming release.

"It's... I'm gonna..." I tried to warn.

Kissing me, Olivia whimpered. "Inside of me... please... I want to feel it... feel you..."

"Alright," I replied, kissing her back.

I increased my pace, pumping into her more firmly, but it didn't take long. With a great feeling of pressure needing release, I let go, cumming inside of Olivia as she mewled and moaned, holding me tightly to her. I let the pleasure take me, holding tightly to her as we embraced, letting the last of this ecstasy roll through me as I filled her with seemingly every last drop that I had in me.

I knew better than that, of course, that I'd be able to recover before long and we'd be able to go again, but with how drained I felt in that moment, I could swear it would be days before I'd have another drop of cum to spare.

Olivia, however, was not one to be easily stopped by matters as simple as me having just had a powerful orgasm. While I remained buried inside of her, she kissed me again, lightly running her fingers down my chest as she considered me, smiling and breathy and with a look a lot like awe on her face.

Awe, and if I wasn't mistaken, a hint of nervousness.

"Lie on your back," she said, her voice slightly shaky, yet still authoritative.

"Won't hear any arguments from me on that one," I said.

I pulled out of her and rolled over until I was on my back. Olivia, her pussy now utterly dripping with a heavy flow of my cum, climbed on top of me, crawling down until she was between my legs, her face next to my cock.

"So soon?" I asked, amused. "You're insatiable today."

"I'm insatiable all the time; today is no different from any other day," Olivia noted, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock and angling it toward her mouth. "But do I want you hard sooner more than average? Right now, I'll say yes, because I'm ready to have you in my ass, and I'll need you hard again if that's going to happen."

I raised my eyebrow at this, my cock twitching with interest. "Really?"

"Really," she replied, wrapping her lips around my cockhead and teasing it with her tongue, bringing more life back into my cock in a hurry. "I don't take things up my ass lightly, especially from guys, and *especially* not when they're as big as yours, but... well, ever since our first encounter at the auditorium, I've been thinking, and thinking that it might be good and... yes, I want you in my ass, Ryan."

I thought about the view of her ass I'd gotten when pulling the plug out of her, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of life returning, not just to my cock, but through my entire body. My energy was galvanized by this thought, arousal and lust coursing through me as I thought about this.

Olivia wasn't waiting for me to think about this long, leaning down and sucking on my cock some more. This wasn't as frantic or as frenzied as earlier, but she was trying to bring it back to life like a woman with a mission, and I was here for it. She got much of my cock into her mouth and down her throat, pushing her hair out of the way so she could look me in the eye as she did so. That combination of fierce determination and wild need in her eyes was almost as potent as her oral efforts, and in no time at all, I was rock hard again.

Pulling her lips off my cock with a popping sound, she explained, "There's lube in the nightstand..."

"I know what to do," I replied, sitting up on the bed so I could search the nightstand, pulling the tube of KY out almost triumphantly.

As I lubed up my cock, Olivia was busy in her own way, getting into position on her hands and knees on the bed, pointing her ass at me. Though her hips were narrow and her ass was modest compared to many girls I knew, the sight of this slender beauty presented to me like this was utterly hypnotic. She arched her back just enough to spread her cheeks a little, giving me another view of her tight, pink hole. My mouth watered at the sight, and though I would have loved nothing more than to dive in and eat, Olivia looked over her shoulder at me with a certain impatience I knew better than to disobey.

Fully lubed, I put the bottle back in the drawer and got on my knees behind her, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks and grinding against her hole.

Olivia groaned as I passed my cockhead over her tight hole. "Holy fuck... oh, that's going to be big, isn't it?"

"Pretty big, yeah," I agreed.

"You're gonna tear me apart, aren't you?" she asked, her eyes glazed over with lust.

I chuckled. "Ideally not..."

"Fuck, it was a figure of speech, Ryan," Olivia said, challenging.

I chuckled. "I know... and I just want you to know that I just want this to be fun... because I really love fucking a girl in the ass, and I want you to love me fucking you in the ass, because if you do, this is something I'd like to do whenever you want."

"Agreed," she replied, pushing her ass back against me the next time my cockhead passed over her hole. "Come on... there's only one way we'll know if this is going to work..."

"Okay..." I said, gripping my cock and lining it up with her asshole. "Here goes..."

I couldn't look away as I pressed against her asshole, rocking my hips back and forth as I applied slightly more pressure with each thrust. I wanted to ease her into this, knowing that I could often be a lot for girls and not wanting to be more than she was ready for.

Olivia, however, was not just determined, but also quite certain that she was ready for this. In spite of my efforts to take it slow, she was pushing back against me with an even greater force, rocking her hips to try and give both of us a superior angle. It still seemed to take a fair bit of effort, and I could see her screwing up her face in concentration with the need to ensure that her ass was nice and full.

When it happened, I think we were both surprised, more than anything else, as my cockhead slipped inside of her with a suddenness that had us both gasping out loud.

Of course, the gasping stage lasted only a moment, soon quickly replaced by the moaning stage.

Well, alright, I was the one stuck in the moaning stage. Olivia went for a much less subtle response.

"Holy FUCK!!!" she cried out, pushing back against me almost unconsciously, burying several more inches of cock up her ass. "Holy fuck... holy, holy *fuck*... that's... mmm... ohfuck..."

With shaking hands, I gripped her hips, holding on. "Holy... god... you're so tight..."

"I know..." Olivia grunted, pushing back against me, getting more of my cock inside her tight hole. "I need... ohgod... I need this... come on, I need to feel what it's like, to have you inside me like that... all the way... fuck... come on, give it to me, Ryan, please... give me that cock... all the way... all the way... up... my... ASS!"

That last exclamation was joined by a thrust from her that nearly shook the bed, shoving the last couple inches of my cock inside of her ass and leaving us in a moment of awed, albeit brief, silence. I looked down at where we were joined, seeing my thick cock stretching her asshole to the brim, a sight that felt utterly impossible, and yet was undeniably real. Olivia groaned from a place deep within her, arching her back against me, rubbing my balls against her pussy.

"Oh... oh, fuck... haha... ohwow... I admit, I wasn't fully sure that I could do that," Olivia said, chuckling some more as she reached up to squeeze one of her tits. "Oh... oh, holy fuck... oh, wow, that's... mmm... so much... oh..."

I wasn't that much more articulate with my words, but my actions came easily enough. Once that moment of awe didn't hold as much power over me, I gripped her hips tightly and pulled back, thrusting forcefully once inside of her.

Olivia cried out, a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at me. Those lovely hazel eyes looked well past lovely at this point, blazing at me with a delicious, lustful fury.

"More," she commanded, the word as simple as it was powerful.

I pulled almost all the way out, then thrust into her again. Olivia closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth and grunting a beautifully primal sound as I filled her again.

Thus began our symphony of grunts and groans, of curses and cries, the room filling with our exertions and the sounds of slapping flesh as I properly fucked her ass.

"Fuck..." Olivia moaned, pushing back against me. "You... you should feel honored... I don't let every guy do this... only really done it once or twice with someone else... but you, ohfuck... you know you're something special, Ryan... fuck, keep fucking my ass... you could wreck my ass... wreck *me* whenever, holy fuck, keep going, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass harder!"

With her relative anal inexperience, I was hesitant to go as hard as I could go on her ass, because I knew some girls who could take it *very* hard. Even so, I wasn't exactly treating Olivia like she was made of porcelain, either, as her words and other encouragements were certainly motivating. I thrust in and out of her with a steady pace, soon giving her the majority of my cock with every thrust. Her moans and mewls got deeper, more feral, her curses more frequent as I savored her perfectly tight hole with every pump into her.

Olivia reached between her legs with one hand, fingering herself as I fucked her ass, matching her efforts with mine. She didn't have to do this for long, however, as it seemed anal got her particularly sensitive. It only took about thirty seconds of her fingering her clit before she was cumming again, a violent, messy affair as her juices splashed against my balls.

With her ass tightening down on me as she came, I will admit, I might have lost a little control. I grabbed her hips tightly, pounding into her ass with a quickened pace, even as she collapsed face down, ass-up in front of me.

"Come on, do it, Ryan... fucking do it..." Olivia moaned beneath me. "Cum in my ass, you know you want to... give it to me... give me everything, come on, do it, do it, fuck my ass, fuck me harder, fuck me hard and cum in meeeeeeeEEEEEE!!!"

My own cries of pleasure matched her own in that moment, and I could go no further. With a great sense of relief and release, I came inside of Olivia's ass. As orgasms went, it certainly wasn't the most voluminous, considering how well she'd drained me multiple times today already, but I was feeling pretty fucking satisfied in the moment another wave of euphoria threatened to take me away.

I collapsed against her, both of us falling to the bed. Though I wanted to stay right where I was, the softening nature of my cock compelled me to pull out of her as we both took our space on the bed. Olivia rolled onto her side, and with only a little effort, the two of us curled up into a spooning position on the bed. Still catching our breaths, we shared slow, sweet kisses, chuckling in the aftermath of our mutual pleasure. Cuddling up next to her like this after what we'd done... well, I can't say I felt bad about that.

Kissing the back of her neck, I asked, "So, got any more Spring Break plans past today?"

Sighing pleasantly, Olivia replied, "Homework. Relaxing. Later in the week I'm getting together with the rest of the stage crew, get some sketches down for the Little Shop sets. Keeping busy, you know how it goes."

Partially rolling over to better look at me, she smiled slyly. "I know you're not hurting for plans..."

Smirking back, I replied, "Nope."

"Who are you meeting tomorrow?" Olivia asked.

"Sabrina said she wanted to talk with me about something at school... I'm sure once we've done whatever she wanted my help with, it's probably gonna get messy," I replied.

Olivia looked impressed. Frankly, I was a little impressed with myself as well. Our class president and easily one of the hottest girls in school, 18-year-old Sabrina Singh was one of the less likely girls to have crossed my path this year, but when you'd had as improbable a year as I'd had, it was one of those things I'd learned to roll with.

"Not bad... well, send her my best," Olivia chuckled.

"I will," I said, kissing her back. "For now, though... more spooning?"

"I'd like that," she sighed, snuggling up against me. "And then, when we're both ready, more sex."

"Of course, more sex," I joked, squeezing one of her breasts. "Don't think I'm letting you off that easy."

Olivia laughed. "Oh, you're the one letting *me* off easy? Fuck, I knew I should've busted out the more challenging puzzles."

"You had more challenging puzzles?" I asked.

"Uh huh..." she confirmed.

I raised an eyebrow, challenging. "Well, then while we're both still recovering, why don't you bust them out?"

"Okay..." Olivia answered, her eyes alight with mischief. "But remember, you asked for it."

I didn't know what she meant by that, but right then I didn't care. All I knew was that I had Olivia, a truly gorgeous, fun, fascinating person... a friend, even... curled up naked against me with the promise of puzzles and fun to spare.

Honestly, I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Spring Break day.

***

(Author's Note 2: For the longest time, writing these stories was something that I did in my spare time for fun, but because of the great support of so many readers, I am nearly able to write these stories full-time. It's been amazing, and I cannot thank you and your enthusiasm enough. As ever, if you're enjoying this, please, please, please drop some stars, reviews, or shoot me some feedback, as these really keep me going (and please vote on any earlier chapters you enjoyed if you haven't already!). Though I may not always respond, I do love hearing from all of you and seeing that you're enjoying the series, as it truly keeps me going sometimes. You've all been wonderful and I can't thank you enough for your kind words and encouragement and yes, even the constructive criticisms!

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