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 in their natural order.
At the very least I suggest reading the
PROM
series first if you haven't already.
It is the main story from which the others are branched so things could be a little confusing (and surprises ruined) if it is skipped over.
For those of you who read Prom, welcome back! This series deals with the two months of Rachel's life that led up to where Prom began. It will hopefully provide you with some background for why certain events occurred and why Rachel may have acted in ways that she did. Overall it takes on a bit of a darker and less whimsical tone, but if you read the whole Prom series, you already understand why.
As always, I welcome and appreciate 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*
PREVIOUS - Chapter 1: Expectations
CHAPTER 2
"I still can't believe your parents bought this for you, bro. What a spoiled fuck you are."
Austin rolled his eyes at his friend's chiding remarks as he put on his right blinker and eased into the gas station. He pulled the SUV up to a vacant pump and put it in park before turning to fire back.
"Don't hate, bitch." He grinned at Craig's annoyed expression and continued, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Plus, it sucks on gas. I'm filling up constantly."
Craig scoffed as he reached for his door handle, running his hand along the glossy wood-grain panel for emphasis. "Oh yeah. Gas. Some serious problems you got in your life."
Austin rolled his eyes and hopped out. He ran his card through the machine and began pumping gas. Craig stepped out as well and leaned up against the door as the boys waited. Austin indicated to the price screen and grinned again sarcastically as the numbers raced by.
"See what I mean? Premium, kid. It's a killer."
Craig spat on the ground and laughed. "Fuck you
and
your premium. You can suck my premium coc-."
His words cut off shot as his eyes picked up on some movement in the distance. He hit Austin idly on his arm and indicated towards the gas station convenience store. A girl was coming out, holding a tall can of Arizona Iced Tea. She had on dark blue jeans and a green long-sleeved t-shirt. It was a non-descript outfit, but she was no non-descript girl. Even from across the parking lot, Craig had recognized her instantly.
Rachel.
Austin followed his friend's gaze and registered Rachel's presence immediately as well. The boys exchanged quick looks as their eyes widened. They were both thinking about the same thing. Craig said it first.
"Dude. Do you really think she blew Shane like he said? I mean,
Shane?
That
motherfucker? Like, all he had to do was take her to dinner and she sucked his dick?"
Austin smirked and smiled dryly. "Bro? Are you serious? C'mon, Rachel's a huge slut. She's been here less than a year and I bet she's blown, like, ten guys in our class." He looked at his friend like he was from a different planet.
"And that crazy shit people have been saying about her and Brad lately? Where have you been?"
Craig laughed back and shook his head. "Well, yeah, I've heard that shit. But, still.
Shane?
Dude's an oaf. And, like, the way he said it,
she
texted
him
and asked him to leave Dan's party so she could do him. No way that's true. It can't be
that
easy!"
Austin didn't respond. He watched as Rachel continued to walk in their direction, seemingly right towards them. He glanced around and realized that she was heading to her own car at an adjacent pump where she'd been filling up as well. His eyes went back to her and he swallowed as her increasing closeness began to offer a better view of her body.
Her choice in clothes wasn't overly flattering, but Austin felt himself stir as he detected a slight bounce in her shirt. Rachel had been dressing pretty conservatively at school lately, much to the chagrin of her male classmates. Austin tried to picture the last time he'd seen her wear something low cut. He shivered pleasurably at the mental image. He could look at those tits all day long.
His reverie was snapped sharply as the automatic stop on the gas pump clicked in his hand. He inhaled with a start, coming back to his senses, and returned the pump to its holder. Both boys hopped back into the car, and Austin was about to start it up when Craig's words repeated in his brain.