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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PART II
CHAPTER 6
Rachel pushed her locker shut and glanced over at the clock in the hallway. It was early afternoon and she still had ten minutes left of lunch period before her chemistry class began. She rolled her eyes at the thought. She hated chemistry. She was supposed to turn in a lab report for some dumb experiment they'd been doing in class lately, but she had barely written a thing. She rolled her eyes again.
Whatever.
There was still more than a month and a half of school left, but Rachel had basically checked out. She was barely going through the motions when it came to her schoolwork and in some cases she was blowing it off entirely. She'd failed the last couple of tests and papers she'd completed and she was dangerously approaching a bad place in terms of passing a few classes. But she had stopped caring a while back.
It had been several weeks since her awful fight with Rebecca and she still wandered aimlessly in the dark loneliness that their separation had brought. Rebecca hated her and had taken to completely ignoring her very existence lately. Rachel was doing a good job of putting up a happy face, but inside she had been ripped apart. There was a hole in her heart and her desperate attempts to fill it had led her only to even more troubling and confusing places.
She'd found herself in some bad situations during this stretch and she oscillated constantly between feeling awful about herself and yearning for another fix to fill the void. It had never been terribly difficult to talk Rachel onto her knees, but lately some boys weren't even putting up minimal levels of effort. She knew she was being used, but part of her actually enjoyed it. As twisted as it was, submitting to some boy and allowing herself to be the object to get him off was one of the only times she felt needed or wanted. It would make her feel powerful again, if only temporarily.
But the feeling would fade into self-loathing and she'd need her next outlet to make the pain go away. She'd been passive and submissive at every turn and found herself giving in even when the circumstance had felt wrong or uncomfortable. It was still wildly surreal that she'd allowed Matt to have sex with her and her "date" with Shane was proof positive that she would still submit when treated with a total lack of respect. She might even be more willing in those moments.
Rachel pushed the thoughts away and bit her lip as she wondered again what she was planning to do about her lab report. She sighed. Probably nothing. Just vacantly tell her teacher that she had forgotten and shrug when she was told she'd get a zero. She'd return to her seat and count the minutes until class was over. And from there, she'd count the minutes until she could go home. Every day was pretty much the same.
Deciding to move on, she reached down and idly scratched an itch on her thigh. Spring had fully sprung and she had on a short black skirt with a tight, black and white striped long-sleeve top. It was a very thin material and the horizontal stripes stretched tautly across her full chest. She had on a black headband and her soft, silky hair fell a few inches past her shoulders. She looked very nice, and outside the shortness of her skirt, it was a pretty classy outfit. It still drew attention to her chest and her toned legs but it was a bit more modest than the types of outfits she'd found herself wearing lately.
As the weather warmed (and her attitude towards caring what others thought cooled), Rachel had been showing up with a steady diet of low-cut shirts and tank tops. Her boobs were fantastic and she had been putting them on display lately, mainly as part of her misguided need for attention. She'd gotten in trouble for her tops a few times and received detentions. She'd even noticed some of the male teachers giving her body subtle and nervous glances.
Along those lines, as her level of apathy in the classroom grew higher, she found herself jokingly fantasizing about which teachers she'd be willing to blow in exchange for just giving her a simple B (shit, even a C) and leaving her alone for the rest of the semester. She had caught herself staring at her English teacher almost every day and she'd shiver with excitement as she'd recall the day back in the fall that he had walked into the same bathroom where she'd been giving her friend Greg a mid-day blowjob.
She'd caught his eyes on her chest a few times and she decided she'd certainly suck his dick if she didn't have to write any more papers. He wasn't especially attractive and was likely old enough to be her dad. But she'd still do it. She'd kneel down beside his desk and generously suck her way to a life free from essays and literature quizzes. She'd probably even enjoy it a little bit. Maybe more than a little bit...
Rachel tingled and leaned up from her locker as the dirty fantasies swirled in her head. Her lips twisted into a smirk and she shook her head in mock disappointment as she thought of how her chemistry teacher was an older woman. Guess a blowjob wouldn't be helping her with her missing lab report.