It was a hopeful thought, but Rachel knew the more likely explanation and it made her stomach sink. No, she wasn't getting over it. She was moving on. She was now simply ignoring Rachel, which was actually worse in terms of any possible reconciliation. She was drifting further away.
Shaking away the painful thoughts, Rachel closed her locker and prepared to go to her final class of the afternoon. It was a nice day, so she'd worn a pair of light jeans and a solid pink t-shirt. Her hair was down and she looked beautiful, if not for her forlorn expressions. Her top was also tight and fit snuggly around her expansive chest.
She wasn't trying to dress provocatively these days; she was already enough of a target of disdain. But even a basic outfit made her look curvy and sexy. And there wasn't much she could do about that besides throw on a sweatshirt every morning. She wasn't going to become a bag lady. As broken as she was, at her core she was a proud and fiery girl. And she wouldn't let people think that she was beaten.
She was about to head down the hallway when a hand reached out gently and touched her arm. She turned back towards the touch and smiled in warm response. It was a boy from the football team, Shane. They were in one class together and they were sort of friends.
Shane was a big guy. Tall and imposing with a face that made him look half a decade older than he was. He wasn't really cute, but sort of rugged in his own way. Rachel had somewhat mixed feeling towards him because she had heard that he could be a dick, but he had never been anything but polite and friendly towards her. Such treatment could have been due to how she looked or the reputation she carried. But Shane had never really broached the subject. However...
"What's up, Rachel?" Shane smiled happily as she looked down at her. "Headed over now?"
Rachel nodded back to him. Her next class was the one they had together. She tucked some hair behind her ear as they began to walk side by side.
"Yup. One final hour until freedom, right?" She let out a casual laugh.
"Oh yeah. I hear you." Shane grinned along with her as they walked. "Last one's always the longest! Hey, were you going to go to the lacrosse game after school?"
Rachel's stomach twisted. She usually enjoyed going and watching a game if she could. Especially since she didn't often have the chance due to her own sports schedules. In the fall, she had made it to a few soccer games as she'd playfully lusted after Chris. There had even been that time in the parking lot afterwards. In his car when she'd-. She shivered pleasurably. It seemed like so long ago.
When she had hooked up with Chris those first two times, the year had been so fresh. So full of possibilities. She thought about how she had jokingly decided that she would marry Chris one day. He was so gorgeous. The thought made her scoff.
That
certainly hadn't worked out.
They'd hooked up at that first party, and then again in his car after the soccer game. But they didn't run into each other all that often, and when she and Rebecca had become closer, she'd kind of lost touch with him. And the final nail in their coffin had come over the winter. But what a nail it had been...
She'd run into Chris at a party one night, right after the turn in semesters. He had started dating some girl at a different school, a girl that Rachel didn't know. But this particular night, he'd been all mopey and sad. And drunk.
Very, very drunk.
Chris didn't drink a whole lot due to sports. So when he did, his lack of tolerance showed up rather obviously. When Rachel had approached him, he'd gotten all googly-eyed and given her a huge, extended hug. He'd waxed on about how much he missed her and how he was so sad that they didn't hang out anymore. He'd told her how he'd got into a big fight with his girlfriend and that he wasn't sure what that meant and blah blah blah. He was emotional and wasted, and as he'd gotten worked up through his story, he'd ended up trying to leave the party.
He could barely walk straight and Rachel had known that he certainly couldn't drive. So she'd stopped him and somehow convinced him to hand his keys over to a friend and to let her take him home in her car. She'd driven him back to his house while he'd drunkenly tried to kiss and touch on her the entire time. She'd halfway-fought him back but part of her had also been entirely excited by it. She was still quite attracted to him, and as slurred compliments and playful touches had poured out, she hadn't exactly shut him down.
When they'd gotten back to his house it had still been relatively early. His parents were out at some charity thing and it appeared that they weren't expecting him home until curfew. He'd begged Rachel to come inside for a while, and despite her better instincts, she'd found herself submitting.
In fairness, he
had
been making a loud scene in the front lawn, but that hadn't forced her hand. She'd
wanted
to come inside. It had been a bit of a struggle, but after a few minutes of firm patience, she'd gotten him up to his room and began helping him get into bed. Fully knowing the hellish hangover that would be descending upon him in a few hours, she had left him briefly to search his bathroom for some aspirin and a glass of water. But when she'd returned, she'd nearly dropped the glass.
Chris had stripped down to just his socks and was laying on his bed, calling for her in a low, drunken tone. Rachel could still picture it and she shivered every time the image flashed in her brain. He'd looked so hot naked with his excellent body and his dick already rock-hard. But it had been the ridiculous socks that had gotten her. They'd splashed his otherwise intensely sexual aura with a hint of awkward goofiness. And in a strange way, it had been this breaking of the tension that had caused her to shake her head and walk towards the bed with a wide smile.
The next thing she knew, she was completely naked as well and sprawled out over his body with his dick deep in her mouth. She'd begun generously pleasuring him and her body had responded with flashes of vicarious arousal. But not only that. What had started off as an enthusiastic blowjob, with Rachel licking and sucking over every inch of him, had turned into an unexpected round of pleasure for her as well.
Her whole body had pulsed when she'd heard him drunkenly moan that he wanted some of her as well. She'd been scrunched up by the foot of his bed, blowing him vigorously, and she had expected that his level of inebriation would likely have limited his role to simply lying back and enjoying her work. But when he had said what he'd said and had nodded at her wildly, Rachel hadn't wasted one second.
She'd flipped her body over his and eased her hips down squarely towards his face. She'd cried out and almost choked on him as she'd felt his warm tongue touch her. Sparks shot through her as he moved his mouth wildly across her pussy with an alcohol-enhanced enthusiasm. She didn't know if it was the drinking or what she had done to him first, but she didn't care. Her eyes had rolled back and she'd shook with pleasure as they both worked each other in unison.
She came first. Hard. She'd reflexively dropped her body into his face and cried in pleasure as his tongue and lips melted her into a puddle of soothing relief. When her orgasm had finally ebbed away, she'd renewed her efforts on him, and before long, he'd lost control as well. She'd been so into the moment that she'd actually let him slip from her lips just as she'd felt him tensing up. Jerking him as intensely as she could, she'd kept her mouth open and hovering just inches above his cock.
He came forcefully and shot up onto her face and into her mouth, continuing to erupt and flow all over her hand. Rachel had squealed excitedly in response as his orgasm washed over her (in both a literal and figurative sense) and she'd squeezed him tightly with every thrust of his hips. In her zeal, she'd brought her mouth back to him and continued to lick and suck away while he put his fists hard into the headboard and writhed in pleasure.
She hadn't wanted to stop, but eventually she'd released him and slid her way up to lie next to him in on the pillows. Completely out of breath and electrically turned on, she'd grinned devilishly and wiped a bit of cum from near her lips. With her eyes locked on his, she slid her fingers into her mouth and smoothly cleaned them off as he watched. He'd simply shivered with and exhausted grin and mumbled over and over about how she was the best. Rachel had felt warm and at peace and she'd stayed with him for a long time as they simply took deep breaths and held each other.
Eventually, she got up and cleaned herself off. When she'd come back to the room, she'd found herself wanting more and she couldn't help it when she'd leaned back over him and given him several more playful sucks. In short order, she was actually blowing him again, and in her pent up lust for him, she'd decided to stick with it and give him a second round.
But Chris had been spent. Even with her incredible skill and mind-blowing naked body on full display, he'd simply had nothing left in the tank. Rachel had eventually stopped as the signals became clear. She had stared at his penis longingly with a silly grin before finally shaking herself free and redressing. She'd needed to get out of there anyway before his parents got back.
She'd helped him put on some gym shorts and a t-shirt and she'd tucked him in before gracefully slipping away and heading back home. She had slept wonderfully that night and had had amazing dreams about having sex with him in the ocean somewhere. She'd wondered if maybe what had happened would re-kindle something between them and perhaps they would finally make seeing each other a regular, like,
dating
thing. And despite her inclination towards free-spiritedness, she found herself really hoping so.
But that hope had been shattered the following Monday when he'd pulled her aside in the hallway to talk.
Rachel had smiled brightly at his touch, but his face had let her know immediately that their discussion was not going to go as she'd liked. Chris told her that his girlfriend had come over the next morning and apologized tearfully for their fight. He felt so guilty about what he had done with Rachel, and in combination with drinking so much, it had left him with feelings of crushing shame when he thought about her.
