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*
**Bonus Author's Note:
These next two chapters (Flipped Pts. 1 and 2) are the final two chapters of the Preludes story. There is no epilogue either because the next event on the timeline is the prom. As I explained above, and as I'm sure you have been attuned to, the Preludes end simply at the moment Prom begins. Quite literally. There is a conclusion of sorts, but obviously no resolution since that is all handled in Prom. Thanks again for reading! Hope you've enjoyed!
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CHAPTER 12
Excerpt from Prom, Chapter 15: Catharsis:
"So you know now. You know what I've done. Becca, I don't know what to do. I don't even feel in control anymore. It's different now. It's not like it was. I don't even-." She wiped at a tear. "The boys that I've-.
Matt??
" She scoffed vacantly and stared off out of the windshield.
"This week I let him-."
She shook her head and stopped as the terrible memory of what she'd let him talk her into a few days prior made her stomach turn. She buried the thought again. She couldn't tell Rebecca that...
***
Rachel sat silently in her seat and gazed gloomily through the windshield. Her car idled softly and a gentle breeze made tree branches nearby shake and sway. It had been a beautiful late-spring day, but the wind was coaxing a muddling of dark clouds across the serenity of the blue sky.
The impending change in weather seemed to appropriately match the emotional current deep inside Rachel's gut, and for a few fleeting moments, she considered putting the car back into drive and pulling away. She wanted to. She really did. But she couldn't.
A resigned sigh escaped her lungs and she moved her hand from the gear shift to the ignition. As her fingers pressed around the cool metal of the key, she again looked out of the window and focused her eyes on the house.
She knew she shouldn't be there. In fact, she should never be there. She had that same thought every time she pulled up to his driveway. She would sit in her car while the engine hummed in the background and she'd think of all the reasons to put it back in gear and peel wheels out of there. But every time she did, that same sinking feeling of hopelessness would creep back through her stomach. She'd already come this far. She'd already done so much. It was too late to make a stand. It was too late for pretty much everything.
Like she'd done a dozen times before, Rachel sighed again and twisted the key in her hand, bringing the engine to a smooth stop. She sat in silence for a few more seconds before steeling herself and stepping out of the car. She closed the door behind her and smoothed out her shirt as she started walking towards Matt's house.
She pushed open the front door and walked straight in with cold familiarity. With the force of habit, she called out, announcing her presence just on the off-chance someone in Matt's family was actually home. But no one was. They never were. Rachel wasn't even sure why she bothered anymore.
As she moved across the foyer, her thoughts drifted to the weekend. It was only Wednesday, but with Kevin's prom looming, the end of the week seemed so much closer. She was excited about the event, but also very nervous. She'd be seeing many faces for the first time since she'd changed schools and not all of those faces were associated with positive memories. At least Kevin would be by her side. She smiled to herself and felt momentarily better.
But as she trudged slowly down Matt's basement steps, she also thought about the day Kevin had called her to extend the prom invitation. She'd been in this very basement, and for some crazy reason, she'd allowed Matt to talk her into giving him a blowjob while she'd kept her phone pressed to her ear continued to take Kevin's call. Her stomach twisted at the image. She'd also had sex with him.
The encounter had ended with a verbal spat of sorts between her and Matt and she'd left in a bit of a huff. And as she'd sat in her car in the same spot she'd just pulled up to a few minutes ago, she'd felt something that she hadn't in several weeks: the cold, dark, fingers of panic probing the surface of her subconscious.
She'd successfully pushed them back down, but she hadn't truly been able to shake them ever since. Something was stirring inside her, something she'd been tirelessly burying since Rebecca had cut her out of her life. It put her on edge and clouded her ability to think rationally at times when she truly needed to stay in control. She especially didn't like seeing Matt when she felt those ways. They were the moments that she seemed unable to say no to anything.
Rachel did her best to brush the unease away as she rounded the corner of the staircase and stepped casually into the basement. It was such an automatic routine by now that she almost didn't register that something was a little different. A little off. But her eyes widened and the panicky feelings clutched her again as she looked over at the couch. She saw Matt give her his standard smirking smile as he held his video game controller. But that wasn't what was out of place, and it wasn't what made Rachel pause.
Matt wasn't alone.
***
"...your chin down, sweetheart."
Rachel blinked her eyes and shook herself back to the moment as she smiled through the mirror at the woman behind her. She complied with the request and bent her neck forward. Her nostrils twitched involuntarily as the chemically-sweet aroma of hairspray filled the air.
"So who's this boy who's taking you to prom? Your boyfriend?"
Rachel brought her head back up and smiled again at her hairdresser's friendly expression.
"No, Carol. He's not my boyfriend. Just a really good friend of mine."
Carol snorted in response but continued to smile as she worked.
"Oh. I thought you were dating someone." She paused and tilted her head in thought as she looked into the mirror.
"Wait. What about that boy you used to always talk about? You know, um, uh, shoot, Tom? Terry? Taylor?"
Rachel squinted her eyes in confusion before cutting off Carol's guesses.
