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*
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CHAPTER 5
Rachel's eyes opened wide and she sniffed a quick, startled breath in through her nose. Her brow had been furrowed tight and she could feel her heart beating fast in her chest. Her palms were sweaty and she shivered as she felt the dizzying rush of her nerves crashing from a state of agitation back to a more baseline level. But despite all the sensations twisting through her body and brain, she didn't miss a single beat with what she was in the middle of doing.
A pleasurable sigh from up above further calmed her nerves and she smiled to herself as familiarity returned. She twirled her tongue around Greg's shaft as she continued to bob her head gracefully in front of him. She'd been blowing him for several minutes in the stairwell now, but she'd simply lost track of everything as her mind had raced through a powerful storm of memories.
Her brow wrinkled involuntarily again as her thoughts skipped back to what she'd been so deep in concentration over. That day with Austin and Rebecca and Michelle and everything else. The emotional gut punches she had received from Rebecca had been severe, and the feelings of shame and guilt she'd had over Michelle and Austin had pushed her feelings of self-worth to the floor. It had been an exceptionally dark day in what was already a terrible stretch in her life.
But time had helped to dull the rough edges and the several weeks that had passed since that day had made most of it fade quietly into the background. Rebecca's feelings towards her hadn't changed, and if anything, their relationship was now worse. The girls barely acknowledged each other with so much as a sideways glance anymore. It wasn't what Rachel wanted, but that wasn't up to her. Rebecca had cut her out and moved on. It was over.
And the shame Rachel had felt over submitting to Austin with Michelle's all-but-certain knowledge had also faded. Rachel had done him again since that day, and he was far from the only one. She'd added several new entries to her already impressive blowjob resume lately and her ability (or desire) to keep such activities under wraps had become nonexistent. She smirked and again glanced up at Greg as she twisted her lips smoothly around his penis. Look at where she was currently. It was par for the course.
But as good as she'd become at burying the painful parts of the past few months and highlighting only the powerful rushes and sexual satisfaction she'd been getting from her actions, there were some things that refused to fade quietly into the night. There was one thing in particular that stood out like a red wine stain on a freshly shampooed carpet. It had been a turning point and an experience that had truly morphed her from the broken girl who'd been desperately looking to fill the void, to the more recent version of herself who had simply stopped giving a fuck.
As she steadied herself and continued to pleasure Greg in the stairwell, her thoughts returned directly to that afternoon with Austin. She could still hear herself saying the words.
"I need you to drop me off somewhere else..."
***
Rachel flinched and took in a slow breath as she felt the car come to a stop. She glanced quickly at Austin in the driver's seat and then out her window at the house they had just pulled up in front of. She swallowed hard and let the breath out.
"This is it?"
Austin's inquiry snapped her attention back to him and she smiled politely at his curious face. She bit her lip and nodded gently before reaching for her buckle and releasing the seat belt from her body. As she tucked some hair behind her ear and reached down for her bag, Austin spoke again, a suspicious tone in his voice.
"Is this, like, a friend of yours?" His face softened suddenly and he grinned at her playfully.
"Wait, is this because of your dad? Because he saw my car and got all pissed this morning? You don't want him seeing me drop you off or something?"
Rachel pulled the strap of her bag to her shoulder and turned to face him again. For a moment, she felt a twinge of regret and part of her wished desperately that Austin's guess had been correct. Suddenly, blowing him again while he drove her home didn't seem like such a bad idea. It didn't get her excited or anything, but it felt safe and predictable. She wondered if maybe she should reconsider and-.
The thought died quickly and Rachel let out another sigh. No. It was too late for that. She was already here. And while she hated "here," it was a place that she was strangely unable to stay away from. It had a power over her, and in a perverted sense, it felt like a place that she belonged lately. It was the only place that she felt truly honest with herself.
But she lied.
"Yeah, something like that. Trust me, my car wouldn't be the only inoperable vehicle in our driveway if my dad got home and saw your pretty little thing parked there."
Rachel grinned jokingly and shook her head as Austin smirked in response to her words. She watched as his bright eyes flicked quickly down to her chest as he conjured up the tantalizingly fresh images of her naked body. She shivered and thought again about how he'd probed her for another quick blowjob on the ride home. Butterflies circled her stomach and she started to consider it again. The street seemed empty enough. She could just lean over into his lap and do him real quick before she-.
With another dry grin, Rachel shook her head and killed the train of thought. No. She wasn't going to do that. She'd just finished doing him not 45 minutes ago. It was bad enough that she was about to-.
The next thought stiffened her muscles and she sat back up and leaned towards the door. With a final smile, she grabbed the handle and started to exit the car.
"Thanks again for the ride." She hopped out and shut the door and turned back to face the rolled-down window.
"I'll see you in school."
Austin swallowed some feelings of frustration but he moved on quickly. As much as he'd have liked another go with her, Rachel had surely made his afternoon pretty sweet. He let his eyes drift over her body and he nodded with a smirk of his own.
"No doubt." He put the car back into gear and winked. "Maybe some more film study?"
Rachel smiled and stepped back from the car, shaking her head. Rolling her eyes, she took in his excited expression and nodded gently.
"Sure."
Austin smiled and nodded again and finally pulled the car away from the spot they had been parked. Rachel watched the sexy black Mercedes shrink as it made its way down the road and finally turned out of sight. With another sigh, she pulled out her phone and brought up the most recent text message window she'd had open. She chewed her lip nervously as she typed out a simple message.
I'm here.
The response was immediate:
-Come on in. You know where I'll be.
Slipping her phone back into her bag, she turned towards the house and began walking down the driveway. She smiled dryly as she passed by a large black truck with a maroon "Xavier LAX" bumper sticker. She could still recall as clear as day the first time she'd seen that sticker. Her stomach twisted at the thought.
Finally, she made her way to the front door and casually pushed it open without even knocking. There was no need to knock. No one was ever home. Well, almost no one.
As she closed the door behind her, she walked quietly across the familiar foyer and over to a door at the far end of the hall. With a final deep breath, she opened the door handle and entered a stairwell leading to the basement.
Each step on the carpeted stairs felt long and drawn out. It was only a dozen paces or so but it felt like descending the full length of the bleachers in a stadium. It always felt that way though. The haunting trek never got easier.
