Chapter 46

~Ashley~

If this stupid rectangle doesn’t shut up, I’m throwing it at the fucking wall! Despite my righteous fury, my phone alarm continues to go off, incrementally increasing in volume to force me to respond. Without opening my eyes, I reach over and, after several attempts, manage to turn off my alarm. At least it’s Friday.

Groaning loudly, I realize I’m laying flat on my back with my limbs splayed out, and wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Spitting out a mouthful of yellow hair, I feel the blanket bunched up around my knees. My blue eyes finally flutter open, and I immediately notice that my right titty is hanging out of my shirt.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” I mumble, looking down at my big boob. “Can I help you?”

My phone buzzes, indicating I have a new text message, so I reach over and grab it. A smile spreads across my face when I see a text from Josh, wishing me a good morning and calling me beautiful. I reply to his text, then send a message to the group chat the Slut-sisters use.

Sitting on the edge of my bed with my bare feet on the floor, I hold my head in my hands as I yawn widely. Remembering I’m currently a hot mess, I reach down and grab my breast so I can put it back in my tank top. Then I slip on a pair of pajama pants and head for the bathroom, freezing as I pass the closed door to the master bedroom.

“Fuck, Tiffany, that feels amazing!” Dad’s voice groans happily. “Keep sucking, keep sucking!”

Seriously, how the fuck can I even hear this? Their bed is nowhere near the door! As I walk closer to the door, I jump when it shakes. My eyes go wide as I realize my father must have his back against the door while my mom is on her knees. Not sure of the sequence of events; maybe Mom sees Dad’s morning wood as he heads for the bathroom and needs to strike? I understand.

I don’t want them to know I’m eavesdropping, so I resist the urge to press my ear to the door. Settling for standing about an inch away, I listen to Dad’s soft moans and groans. Frowning, I think I can just make out the soft slurping sounds of Mom sucking cock.

The fact that they’re my parents does gross me out a bit, but the sounds of a blowjob are always arousing. Dad is tall, very tall, and he has a beer belly now, but his construction work enables him to maintain his massive arms. Blond with more and more white every year, and blue eyes. He’s cute, I guess. For a guy who’s fifteen years older than Steven! Dad is one lucky bastard to have an active sex life even now.

Mom, at forty-nine, is still incredibly beautiful. She dyes her hair to match her natural blonde locks, hiding any grays. Melissa and I are both a few inches taller than Mom, but Tiffany is still a tall woman, and all three Bartlett girls have massive boobs.

“I’m close, Babe!” Dad hisses, and I hear a loud noise that is likely caused by Dad leaning his head back against the door.

This isn’t my first time overhearing something explicit. It’s usually Mom moaning or talking dirty as Dad thrusts, causing their bed to squeak. Most times, I just grimace and walk away, but I’m really fucking horny right now; my hard nipples are denting my tank top and I can feel the familiar moisture between my legs.

Mom is moaning loudly now, clearly gagging on Dad’s cock. Reaching for my chest, I pinch my right nipple, making me moan softly. I bite my lower lip to keep from being too loud as I rub my thighs together. Holy shit, I want a hard dick in my mouth. So. Fucking. Badly.

“Mm! Mm! Mm!” Mom hums on the other side of the door.

“Fuck, Tiffany!” Dad grunts, announcing his orgasm. “Swallow it! Swallow my cum!”

I’m breathing heavily, fantasizing about sucking dick. Steven, Josh, any nameless cock I can get between my lips. Fuck, maybe I’m on all fours, getting fucked doggystyle while I suck off another guy. Both of them cumming for me, making me cum.

Movement from the master bedroom brings me back to reality, and I quickly run to the bathroom. My pussy is soaked, so I need to wipe myself before washing my face. Leaving the bathroom, I make my way to the kitchen, smiling happily when I smell bacon.

“Morning, Ash!” Melissa smiles happily when she sees me. At fifteen, she’s as tall as I am, and equally busty.

“Morning.” I grunt as I pour myself a coffee.

“How’d you sleep?” my baby sister asks while frying bacon. Melissa is wearing a matching flannel pajama set, which looks really cute on her.

“Fine, I guess.” I shrug, plopping down on a kitchen chair with my coffee. “Woke up looking like a hot mess. I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

“Some wild studying?” Melissa suggests as she piles the finished bacon on a plate. “Good thing the neighbors didn’t call the cops!”

“And what did you do last night, Miss Good Girl?” I challenge.

“I studied for finals.” she answers confidently while setting the plate of bacon down on the table, beside all the other dishes she has for us. “You Seniors aren’t the only ones with finals, you know.”

“I know, I was a baby Freshman once.” I tease.

“Now you’re an old Senior, and you still can’t cook.” Melissa retorts, sitting down across from me as she starts serving herself breakfast. “So, shut up and eat what I made you.”

“Thank you for breakfast.” I say sincerely as I begin to fill my plate with food.

“You’re very welcome.” she nods.

Melissa and I continue chatting while we eat, both of us excited for finals to be over. My sister may be a nerd, but no one enjoys the stress of final exams. I also make sure no boys are bothering her; my innocent little sister is not dating! Nope, nope, nope! She has a crush on a guy from the football team, and I withhold my usual teasing about her being too nerdy for a football player to remind her to be responsible.

My baby sister just nods nervously. She’s not allowed to date since she’s under sixteen, and I know she’s too shy to even talk to boys who aren’t in the science club. She even gets tongue-tied around her fellow nerds. It’s adorable, and it’s staying that way until she’s forty.

Our parents walk in wearing pajamas, and I can’t help but smirk when I see how relaxed Dad looks. Mom is glowing, and I wonder if Dad returns the favor? Ew, I don’t need to know. Fortunately, I’m distracted by my parents thanking Melissa for making breakfast. My sister, the kiss-ass.

“Are you girls excited for summer vacation?” Dad asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yes!” Melissa exclaims. “Science Camp, and there’s even a meteor shower in July!”

“Nerd!” I announce obnoxiously.

“Ashley!” Mom admonishes. “That was uncalled for.”

“She knows I’m just teasing.” I reason. “We like nerds! Kayla’s boyfriend mentioned that lame meteor shower a few times.”

“It is NOT lame!” Melissa insists, glaring at me. “The boring TV shows you watch are lame!”

“Oh, what do you know about good television?” I growl. “You watch educational shows.”

“You watch reality shows.” Melissa declares with a triumphant smile. “The ones that have absolutely nothing to do with reality!”

“I don’t watch them for life tips.” I reply with an eye roll. “They’re entertaining, and they make me laugh. There are good jokes.”

“You want to hear a joke? Your life!” my baby sister retorts, sticking her tongue out at me.

“You have the rest of your life to be an idiot, could you please take today off?” I sigh, rubbing my temples.

“Ah, sibling love.” Dad comments with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

We eat in silence for a few minutes, with Melissa occasionally making rude faces at me. I respond in kind, trying to make sure Mom and Dad don’t notice. I realize I’m an adult, but I’m with my baby sister, causing my maturity to degenerate to the point that I’m on par with an eight year old.

“Ready for your birthday, Mom?” I wonder after swallowing a bite of bacon.

“Oh yeah, the big fifty!” Melissa giggles. “Should we start looking into nursing homes?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m old. Laugh it up.” Mom replies, rolling her eyes at Melissa. “And no, Ashley, I am not ready to turn fifty.”

“You could pass for twenty, Tiffany.” Dad smiles kindly.

“Thanks for lying, Chris.” Mom laughs.

“I’m not lying.” Dad insists.

“Then you need your eyes checked.” Melissa grunts rudely.

“You’re such a bitch.” I shake my head. “You do this all the time. You got Mom a birthday card on her forty-ninth birthday that said ‘Happy Fiftieth Birthday.’”

“Language, Ashley.” Mom reprimands quietly.

“Sorry, Mom.” I mumble. I’m not sorry.

The topic of Mom’s birthday lasts a few more minutes. Melissa continues being a bitch, and I insist that Dad take Mom for a romantic weekend. Fifty is a big birthday, and her birthday falls on a Saturday this year. The day after Independence Day, too! They can have a four day weekend without taking any time out from work.

Dad makes sure to let me know that I’m welcome to pick him up some lottery scratchers. I just roll my eyes and point out that I’m probably not as lucky as Marcia and her parents. Everyone in our group knows about the million dollar ticket, and I know my parents talk to Marcia’s parents on the phone sometimes.

“Do you girls have plans for the weekend?” Mom asks at one point, looking between Melissa and I.

“Nope!” Melissa declares happily. “I’ll probably do something tomorrow or Sunday, but I’m gonna come home and sleep right after finals.”

“You’ll have to take the bus home.” I remind my sister. “I’m heading to Kayla’s after finals, then I have the lock-in.”

“You get out later than I do anyway.” Melissa shrugs. “Just like yesterday. Your exams are longer.”

“I know, we Seniors get screwed out of the half day.” I grunt in annoyance.

“Are your rooms clean?” Dad inquires with a stern look.

“Yes, Dad!” Melissa and I whine in unison.

“Have fun, Ashley.” Mom smiles at me before turning toward Melissa. “When you say your room is clean, does that mean you took care of all that clutter?”

“I don’t have any clutter!” Melissa counters.

“You have dozens of rocks in your room, how is that not clutter?” Dad follows up with.

“Those aren’t rocks, they’re mineral samples!” Melissa snaps, glaring at Dad.

“What’s the difference?” I wonder, frowning in confusion.

“A mineral is a naturally occurring substance with distinctive chemical and physical properties, composition, and atomic structure.” Melissa rattles off, sounding like she regularly swallows textbooks. “A rock is a relatively hard, naturally occurring mineral material. It is possible for a rock to be made up of a single mineral, but most rocks are made of at least two minerals mixed up through geological processes.”

“Oh my God, could you be more boring?” I roll my eyes at my baby sister.

“How are you in advanced classes?” Melissa counters, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Even your parents think you’re lame, how’s it feel?” I ask Melissa with a self-satisfied smirk.

“No one asked you.” Melissa grunts. “And no one wants to hear from the mistake. That’s why they stopped with me; they finally got it right.”

“No, I’m the main product. You’re the spare parts.” I reason. “They only had you in case I needed a transplant.”

“Mooooom!” Melissa whines. “Ashley is being a bi-”

“Language!” Dad shouts, cutting off Melissa before she can finish the curse.

“Ashley! Melissa! Enough!” Mom declares, putting her foot down. “Melissa, you don’t have to get rid of anything, but please organize it better. Ashley, don’t tease your sister.”

“Yes, Mom.” Melissa and I both groan.

“Will there be any drinking at the lock-in?” Dad asks me carefully.

“No, Dad.” I shake my head. “The entire reason schools have lock-ins is to keep students from doing stupid stuff. Which is pointless.”

“How is that pointless? Sounds like a good idea to me; keeping kids from doing drugs or driving drunk.” Dad reasons as he winces. “Or having sex.”

“Because, there’s nothing stopping us from doing stupid shit tomorrow night instead.” I explain with a shrug.

“Language, Ashley.” Dad states firmly. “And I expect you to behave like a responsible young lady every night.”

“Yeah, yeah...”I mumble, rolling my eyes.

“Responsible? Her? Yeah, right!” Melissa laughs.

“I’m very responsible!” I exclaim, glaring at my bratty sister.

“I agree.” Mom nods. “Ashley is responsible. Otherwise we’d never let her stay at the mansion all weekend for that graduation party.”

“You think she’s gonna be responsible there?” Melissa giggles, grinning at me evilly. “In that case, the earth really is flat, and we never landed on the moon.”

“Melissa!” Mom hisses angrily.

My parents know I’m not a virgin; well, they know if they have more intelligence than a mop handle. Dad definitely doesn’t want to think about it, and he still isn’t comfortable with Steven. Mom? Well, Mom just tells herself over and over again that I’m responsible. I am responsible; I take my pill every day so I don’t get knocked up!

“Thank you, Mom.” I smile kindly at my mother.

“Gonna start a SeeMe, Ash?” Melissa teases, not letting this go. “I promise, no one is gonna pay for pics of your nasty feet.”

“What’s a SeeMe?” Dad inquires, looking confused.

“It’s a site where women make a hundred thousand dollars a month selling pictures of their butt holes.” I quickly explain. “And no, Mel, I am not gonna start one. To have a bunch of pictures of my butt hole, I’d have to spend more time with you to take your picture.”

“Ashley!” Mom exclaims as Melissa turns red with anger.

“Oh.” Dad states. “Okay, let’s change the subject. Now, please.”

We change the subject, with Mom and Dad confirming that my three family members will be attending my graduation, and the party at Kayla’s after. Of course, they won’t stay long, while I’ll be at Kayla’s all weekend. Mom and Dad are still uncomfortable with the thought, and change the subject once again.

After breakfast, I offer to clean up since Melissa makes breakfast. We may be bitches to each other at times, but Melissa and I really do love each other. She thanks me before leaving to take a shower. Downing the last sip of my coffee, I wash the mug before setting it out to dry as well.

I make a quick stop at my room to grab a couple things before heading to the bathroom for my shower. Melissa walks out of the bathroom in a robe, blowing a raspberry at me as we pass each other in the hall. I flip her off in response then shut myself in the bathroom.

Wasting no time, I quickly get naked and start the shower. I sigh happily when the hot water hits my soft skin. The shower feels great, but I go through my routine quickly; soaping myself up, shaving my legs, pussy, and underarms. Only then can my hands start to explore.

For the first minute or so I play with my big boobies; caressing them, squishing them together, tweaking my nipples. Then my right hand starts to head further south, my fingers caressing the skin of my flat stomach. I moan softly when my fingertips slide along my wet labia.

My mind wanders as I start to pleasure myself. Panting softly, I start thinking about sucking on Kayla’s perfect titties while Lexi eats me out. Then I remember Josh’s words, my thoughts shifting. I’m on my hands and knees, sucking off my boyfriend while Steven fucks me from behind.

The guys are being so rough me; I’m being spanked by Steven while Josh fucks my face, making me choke on his cock. I feel my orgasm building, and I imagine a position change. I’m on top of Josh, my tits in his face as Steven gets behind me and pushes his huge dick up my ass.

Placing a hand on the glass shower door for balance, I gasp and grunt as I cum on my fingers. Tiny electric shocks shoot out from my clit, making my toes curl. My fingers slide down the shower door as my knees shake while I imagine Steven and Josh filling me with their hot cum. I cum again while thinking about cum leaking out of me; leaking out of my pussy and down my leg as even more runs down my chin.

A good orgasm always helps me relax, and I hum softly to myself while finishing up my morning routine. I’m soon dressed in a pair of jean shorts that show off my long legs, and a cute yellow scoop-neck top. I don’t need my backpack since my books are already returned. I grab my overnight bag with stuff for Kayla’s and the lock-in, sling my purse over my shoulder, and head to my car with Melissa.

For some inexplicable reason, Melissa thinks I want to hear about the meteor shower on the drive to school. I keep turning up the music until she takes the hint and gives me some peace and quiet. When we arrive at the high school, I park next to Kayla, but start to regret my decision when I realize her car is up on the curb again.

“Morning, Sluts!” I announce, walking up to the girls just outside the main entrance after Melissa and I go our separate ways.

“Good morning!” Kayla replies, seeming to be in a great mood. I reach out and grab her shoulders, stopping right in front of her.

“Holy shit, this dress is gorgeous!” I breathe, running my eyes up and down as I spin Kayla to inspect the entire outfit.

The raven-haired beauty is wearing a light blue mini sundress with a square neck and short sleeves. It falls to mid-thigh and has a cute elastic waist that shows off her trim figure. The cute tie in the back enables us to see her upper and lower back. I’m totally jealous.

“I could make a burlap sack look hot!” Kayla declares with a smirk, her dark locks pulled back into a functional ponytail.

“You bitch, I hate you.” I hug her tightly. “Fuck, you’re right, though.”

“Hello!” Lexi whines loudly. “What about me?!”

“Yeah, yeah, you too.” I wave my hand vaguely at the redhead after releasing Kayla.

Lexi actually does look really cute today. She’s wearing a pair of tight jeans with a black belt. Her top is a gray long-sleeve t-shirt with a scoop neck. There are four buttons down her bust, and the top button is undone, showing a hint of cleavage. A silver necklace with a cute stylized ‘A’ charm completes the outfit.

In response to my words, Lexi pouts, her fingers laced in front of her crotch as she shrugs her shoulders and gives me a pathetic look. Rolling my eyes, I march over to the redhead, grab her, and blow a raspberry on her neck. She shrieks loudly and pushes me away, backing up a few steps.

“Gross.” Lexi mumbles, wiping my saliva from her neck.

“You look nice, Marcia.” Kayla points out, looking toward one of the two remaining members of our little group.

The quiet girl is dressed in a light blue floral wrap skirt that falls to her knees. The ruffle across the skirt is really cute! She’s also wearing a white, square neck top with short sleeves and several buttons. The shirt leaves a couple inches of skin bare, exposing her belly button. Marcia’s feet are covered by cute sandals.

“Thank you.” Marcia smiles softly at the compliment.

“Belly shirts are against the dress code.” Lexi helpfully points out. “Whore.”

“Leave her alone, Lexi.” I respond, rolling my eyes.

“Of course you would approve.” Lexi counters, giving me a self-satisfied smirk. “I’m surprised your tits don’t pop out of that top.”

“Jealous of Ashley’s sweater puppies?” Kayla teases.

“Fuck you, Slut!” Lexi hisses, glaring at Kayla.

“That’s enough.” Marcia speaks up calmly before turning to the last girl. “I like your shoes, Hazel.”

“Huh? What?” Hazel jumps, looking around in confusion.

Hazel is wearing a cute pair of brown shoes with small heels. The tan girl’s tight jeans show how long her legs are, and her top is a light green v-neck shirt with short sleeves. Her long brown hair is in its usual ponytail down her back.

“You look good!” I say loudly, making the tired girl wince. “Well, if you can look good while appearing dead on your feet.”

“It’s early, I’m tired.” Hazel grunts. “And thanks.”

“Were you up late studying, Hazel?” Marcia asks quietly.

“She had to be.” Kayla interjects. “She and Lexi made me tie the two of them up as presents for Daddy.”

“Mm, sounds fun.” I purr, thinking about being tied up and helpless beneath the sexy man.

“It was!” Lexi chirps. “Hazel went back to her room pretty early, though. Then she screamed when she saw a little spider. Steven shoved me out of his lap to go running.”

“Really?” Marcia wonders while I start laughing.

“That spider was gigantic!” Hazel counters angrily. “And I didn’t see you rushing in to get rid of it!”

“Whatever.” Lexi huffs.

We talk for a few more minutes, mentioning finals and our plans to order food after school. The warning bell soon rings, and we split up to walk the halls toward our final high school homeroom periods. I take my usual seat and wait impatiently for homeroom to be over with.

Homeroom is just a repeat of the same information we already know. Seniors can pick up our yearbooks as well as our graduation caps and gowns after our last final. We can stay a little late to sign each others yearbooks. There will also be opportunities to sign yearbooks during the lock-in.

Speaking of the lock-in, we get a reminder to not show up drunk, otherwise we won’t be allowed in. The announcement also mentions graduation. It sounds like we’re in luck, and the weather will cooperate, allowing for the planned outdoor ceremony. I’m not sure what else is said, as I start to zone out.

“Ashley!” a loud female voice squeals from behind me as I walk toward my first final, making me jump. “Hi!”

“Oh, hi Brittney.” I smile politely when I turn to face the busty blonde. Not as busty as I am, of course!

“You look sexy!” Brittney compliments before reaching out to lightly grab my shoulder. “Let’s get out of the way.”

Brittney leads me out of the middle of the hallway so we can talk beside a row of lockers. I quickly realize that the two of us are dressed quite a bit alike. The former cheer captain is wearing jean shorts and a scoop-neck top, just like me. Her shirt is white instead of yellow, and her designer purse is probably a couple thousand dollars more expensive than my twenty dollar one. Whatever, I’m taller.

“You look great, too!” I tell her. “Looks like we coordinated outfits!”

“We blondes with big tits gotta stick together!” Brittney declares, laughing cutely.

“I suppose we do.” I reply with a snort. “Are you going to the lock-in?”

“Yeah, I am.” Brittney confirms with a nod. “It’ll probably be a G-rated bore, but whatever, high school is over so I may as well.”

“If you’re looking for something fun to do before the lock-in, Kayla is having a little party at the mansion after finals.” I offer casually, surprising myself. We really aren’t close to Brittney.

“Really? I won’t be crashing?” Brittney wonders, looking excited at the idea.

“No! Not at all!” I insist, knowing Kayla isn’t going to care. “Kayla’s ordering food, and we’ll probably end up in the pool.”

“I hate to ask, but would it be okay if I bring someone?” Brittney follows up with.

“Um, yeah, probably.” I shrug. “Are you seeing someone?”

“No, no boyfriend.” Brittney shakes her head. “I was just planning on hanging out with Dan, so I’ll drag him along. Oh, I’ll have to go home first to get my bikini. And my cheer uniform to wear to the lock-in.”

“That’s fine, see you later!” I smile, offering a hug.

“Later!” Brittney exclaims, hugging me tightly.

Pulling out my phone as I walk to my final, I quickly text Kayla. Fortunately, she says it’s fine for Brittney and Dan to come. Apparently, Katie is invited as well, but she has plans with her parents to celebrate the end of finals. Stephanie tries to get Kelsey to attend, but is immediately shot down. Sounds like there will end up being ten of us.

Taking my seat in the classroom, I put my things away as I prepare to take my AP English Literature final. Letting out a nervous breath, I start tapping my pencil against the desk. This final is going to be an absolute nightmare. It’s long, challenging, and worst of all; I have to take it first thing in the fucking morning.

The first section is all multiple choice questions. We have to read several passages and answer a bunch of questions. The questions test reading comprehension, structure and grammar, literary technique, and character analysis. At the end of the hour, my head hurts and I am absolutely sick of reading.

The second section is two hours long and forces me to write three essays. The first two essays each require me to analyze a different prose excerpt. The final essay asks me to discuss a literary work of my choice. Several options are provided, but the instructions say I can choose anything with literary merit. I am really, really tempted to choose the amazing smut story I read the other day, but now isn’t the time for jokes.

My hand is incredibly cramped when we all shuffle out of the classroom. It’s either three hours of writing or a three hour handjob, both cause these kinds of hand and wrist cramps. The class is much bigger than normal, since everyone in AP English Literature takes the same AP exam at the same time.

“I think I did okay on that econ test.” Lexi mumbles as she stumbles into the hallway.

“That was English lit, Lexi.” Marcia points out.

“Oh. Then I probably didn’t do very well.” Lexi shakes her head.

“I have to pee.” Hazel announces sleepily as she starts wandering off. “Or throw up. One or the other.”

“I’m gonna go get something from the vending machine.” Shawn says. “I’ll see you all later.”

“You can still come to Kayla’s after finals.” Marcia offers, looking at Shawn hopefully.

“Yeah, you’re always welcome.” Kayla agrees, nodding encouragingly.

“I appreciate it, but I have plans.” Shawn replies, clearly lying. “I’ll be at the lock-in.”

Marcia sighs as she watches Shawn disappear down the hall. We have a small break before the second AP exam, and our friend group starts splitting off. I soon find myself standing near the library, holding hands with Josh while we talk to Kayla and Ian.

“Ready for the next exam?” Josh asks in his usual quiet voice.

“Ready for it to be over.” Kayla replies. “AP Physics is gonna be brutal.”

“Yeah, I’m nervous about it.” Ian sighs. “I need to do well to make sure I make Salutatorian.”

“It doesn’t matter how well you do on an AP exam.” Katie Ehrlich interrupts while walking by us. She pauses to face Ian. “Well, not for graduation placements, anyway.”

“What do you mean?” I frown, looking at the Valedictorian.

“AP exams just give college credits.” Katie explains, looking at us like we should know this. “The results won’t even be known until July, they don’t count for our high school GPA.”

“What!” Ian exclaims, his eyes wide with horror. “No, no, no, that’s wrong! I was told I had to do well and that I’d find out if I made Salutatorian on Monday!”

“Did you forget about us getting final projects that we had to turn in? You know, the ones that we were told would take the place of regular finals for our grades?” Katie challenges with a raised eyebrow as she smiles teasingly at Ian. “Maybe you shouldn’t be in AP classes.”

“I, ah, no!” Ian sputters. “I was told they mattered!”

“Well, they definitely do matter.” Kayla replies, holding Ian’s hand for comfort. “We get college credits, and they would probably revoke your acceptance if you completely flunked them. So, it’s still a good thing you studied so hard! I didn’t know either, but you still would have studied!”

“Maybe you misunderstood whoever told you the AP exams counted toward our GPA?” Katie reasons, looking at Ian with sympathy. “It’s true that we won’t get a final answer on placements until Monday, but that’s to give the teachers time to grade projects and calculate our final grades. Also, people who aren’t in AP classes have their own finals, but those are much, much easier to grade. Then the school determines and compares our final GPA.”

“Most teachers will be up all night, then.” I add.

“Well, maybe.” Katie shrugs. “There will definitely be weekend work for the staff, but I think most non-AP final exams for Seniors are multiple choice for easy grading.”

“I think Katie’s right.” Josh winces. “Now that she mentions it, I do remember reading something about not finding out how we did on AP exams until July.”

“It’s listed in the syllabus for all our AP classes.” Katie points out.

“I haven’t looked at the syllabus in months.” I counter as we all watch Ian’s face turn white.

“Well, ah, it’s still good that you studied, like Kayla said.” Katie smiles kindly as she turns to walk away. “See you guys later, I can’t wait for your graduation party, Kayla!”

“But exams ... grades ... but...” Ian stammers as Katie disappears.

“Great. Katie broke him.” Kayla sighs, looking at her boyfriend. “Now I have to go blow him to reset his brain.”

“Oh, a blowjob does sound fun. I have a craving for cum. What do you think, Josh?” I ask, turning to face the shy boy so I can wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in for a soft kiss.