Authors Note: "The Rachel Chronicles" is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel's head.
Further, the stories are written in an intended order and it is
highly recommended
that you read them as such. Obviously, you are free to proceed as you please and I'm grateful that you would read any of them at all. But you will get a much fuller and more rewarding picture if you follow the stories along their natural progression.
PROM
is the first series, and while it is a little choppier (in my opinion) because it was my first effort, it is the main story from which the others are branched. So things will definitely be a little confusing (and surprises/themes ruined) if it is skipped over.
PRELUDES
is the follow-up and it deals with a crucial stretch of time that led to where Prom began. It weaves the two series together and fills in a lot of missing details and untold storylines that help explain how the events of Prom occurred and why Rachel may have acted in the ways that she did.
SENIOR WEEK
is the third installment and it details the week following the end of Rachel's senior year of high school. It explores some different aspects of Rachel's personality as she finds fun and trouble alike with faces old and new.
So, if you're not caught up, catch up! And if you are, welcome back! I don't think I really need to give any clues as to what
FRESHMAN
is about, but just to be safe, this series will follow the entire first year of Rachel's college experience. What had seemed like an impossible fantasy just a few months prior is now fully in her grasp. Will the freedom and euphoria of the life she'd prayed for lift her to new heights or will it consume her as she is unable resist her instinctual urges to charge recklessly ahead?
As always, I appreciate your ratings and comments and I welcome any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you're too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again.
I'm kidding.
Enjoy!
*All characters in this story are 18 years or older*
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CHAPTER 9
Rachel's heart pounded as the gentle hum of the engine blended evenly with the labored breathing above her head. She could hear Rich struggling to restrain his noises, which she thought was silly since obviously nobody would be able to hear them. As she bobbed her face smoothly over his lap, twisting her lips expertly around his shaft with every turn, she began to excitedly prepare for his finish. The second one of the night...
She wasn't sure how long they'd been idling in her dorm parking lot, but she figured she'd been blowing him for at least fifteen minutes. She'd started while they'd still been en route, deviously sliding her way into the job despite his half-hearted objections. And for a while, he'd simply taken the paralyzing pleasure in silence. Doing his best to navigate the sporadically lit streets as she sucked sweetly away.
When they'd reached their destination, Rachel had been unsure how Rich would proceed. It was one thing to let her do it while they drove practically in isolation. But to sit parked in the middle of the night on a college campus while an enrolled freshman sucked his dick certainly upped the potential for danger. It was true that the dorms were officially closing for winter break the following day and most of the students had already vacated. But a wandering eye or bored security guard was all it would take.
However, whether he realized the risk or not, it had become quickly apparent that he was too deep into the experience to walk away. With his attention freed from the need to safely operate a motor vehicle, he'd eased his way into a more active role in the engagement. Rachel grinned to herself as she felt his fingers twist around her ponytail, his touch applying subtle but noticeable rhythmic pressure. He was definitely in it to the end. There was no doubt about that.
As Rachel began to taste him more, she upped her intensity, pulling her cheeks in tighter and dialing up the smooth friction of her skillful, oral grip. Her soft lips squeezed firmly around his shaft, rubbing delightfully against the pulsing flesh that was twitching nonstop. She knew he was getting close and she couldn't wait to make him come again. Her own arousal was back in the red and she'd been periodically touching herself, just as she had done earlier. In fact, while it was pretty amazing to consider, she realized that she might just get off for the second time as well.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud buzzing near her head. She scrunched her brow and shut her eyes and tried to ignore it. But it sounded out again. And again.
"BZZZZZZT! BZZZZZZT!"
Rachel's eyes shot open and she grimaced painfully as her vision settled onto the flat whiteness of her bedroom ceiling. She flexed her jaw and turned her head suddenly, rubbing her cheek against her pillow's soft cushion. Glaring at the source of the noise, she gritted her teeth and turned her head back straight, shutting her eyes tight again. Refocusing with a deep, centering breath, she relaxed her shoulders and began swirling her fingers over her clit once more.
Her brain scrambled around to re-enter the point in the scene that she'd been focused on when her phone had noisily taken the train off the tracks. Cocooned in her fluffy covers, she'd been touching herself for several minutes now, replaying that wild night with Greg's father as she whipped herself into a trembling frenzy. It had been over three weeks but it was all still as fresh as if she'd just hopped out of his car. It was an intoxicating memory, and she'd gotten herself off to it multiple times since.
Such had been her plan after she'd gotten out of the shower that morning and returned to her room to get dressed. As she'd been toweling off, the memory had snaked its way into her brain, clutching at her thoughts and dusting her senses with a sudden hot, itchy need. Not thinking twice, she'd locked her bedroom door (keenly aware of her mother's presence downstairs) and slipped naked and tingling under her sheets. Nestling warmly into her pillow, she'd shut her eyes and guided her eager fingers down past her stomach and purposefully between her legs.
And everything had been proceeding to plan until the jarring buzz of her phone rattling on her nightstand. She narrowed her brows in annoyance as she recalled seeing Rebecca's name flash across the screen. She knew it was ridiculous to be angry with her friend for interrupting something she obviously had no idea was occurring, but she didn't really care about rationality at the moment. Her blood was pumping and her juices freely flowing. Rebecca would just have to wai-.
"BZZZZZZZZT!"
Her eyes re-opened automatically as the phone sounded off once again, replaying its earlier intrusive interruption. Rachel snarled at the flashing image of her friend's name. Calling
again?
Fuck, Becca! Just hold your goddamn horses for one-!
Biting her lip, Rachel reached over with her unoccupied hand and slapped the phone violently from the table. She smirked with satisfaction as she watched it fly through the air, landing silently on the soft floor several feet away. The obnoxious vibration dulled to a gentle buzz as the carpet muted its whines. Nodding victoriously to herself, Rachel closed her eyes and resumed her efforts.
Her visions flashed and she sucked in a breath as she was again transported to the scene of her lustful crime. She again felt the tense pressure of Rich's hand on the back of her neck, rocking her downward and forcing himself even deeper into her mouth. She could taste the mild saltiness of his flesh as she swirled her tongue excitedly around him. His groans became more pronounced. She heard his throat clear roughly as her name sounded out.
"Oh, Rachel..."
She smiled to herself and twisted her lips around his head, sucking forcefully and eliciting a noisy squeak. He was going to erupt within seconds. She heard her name again. This time louder.
"Rachel?"
Her eyebrows furrowed as the cadence of the word sounded strangely inquisitive. And not just that. His voice was different, too. It actually didn't sound like him at all. It sounded like-.
"Ohhhh
Rayyy
-chelllllll??"
Her eyes opened for the third time and her visions fled from sight as her mother's unmistakable voice echoed in her brain. She was calling her. Her mother was actually
fucking
calling her while she was so close to-.
