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.
One final note before I frustrate you to the point of wishing you'd never clicked here. These tales are my first attempt at story writing of any kind. I welcome all comments, suggestions, and criticism 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 4
"Sold!"
Jenn's shrill, excited voice rang out as she grabbed Rachel's arm and hugged her in tight. She turned toward the group of boys and pointed directly at the one who had stepped forward.
"You are the winner of the even-ening!" She was drunk.
Jim jingled his keys with a bright, sarcastic smile. "Anything for a few members of this sad school's finest athletic team."
"Y-you better watch it, buddy," Jenn slurred in response. "Me and this girl right here, we're valuable property. You better get us home safe. We're valuable property!" She was repeating.
Jim put his arms around both girls in a mock hug. "Of course, my dears. You'll get the finest treatment available." His eyes went to Rachel and he winked, letting glance fall from her face to her chest and back again quickly.
Rachel hadn't said a word the whole time but she had mixed feeling about this idea. She'd felt Jim's eyes on her all night, and of course, he had walked in on her and Chris while she'd still been half-naked and in an obvious, kneeling position. Plus there was that little back-and-forth they'd had about his "tip" and her not holding it and something about a date. The details weren't important. She knew he wanted her and while he didn't seem threatening, she wasn't sure if she should be getting in a car with this boy, especially given how drunk she was. But Jenn was there too, she figured...
"C'mon, dummy!"
Rachel felt Jenn yank her arm as she pulled her from the kitchen and towards the front of the house with a wild yell. "Train's leaving! Choo-choooooo!" Jenn was really drunk.
The girls stumbled to Jim's car, a non-descript sedan that seemed relatively new. They piled in the backseat to ride together as Jim slid behind the wheel. "Home, Jeeves!" Jenn shouted with a giggle. Both girls laughed hysterically.
"Yeah, yeah, princesses," Jim replied. "Where do y'all live?"
"Um, I live in Meadow Stream, up on, um, Waller, um, no, Wallet, oh my God, Wal-NUT street!" Jenn could barely get her own address out. "Rachel lives in Haven Estates, I think."
Rachel nodded in confirmation. "Yup. 27 Violet Street. You know where you're going?"
"Yes ma'am. I gotcha both. Buckle up please."
Rachel took a little comfort knowing that her house was on the way to Jenn's so she wouldn't be alone with Jim. On the other hand, as she looked at her giddy friend trying unsuccessfully to unlatch her purse's buckle, she felt guilty. They were both drunk but Jenn was a mess. Rachel had to make sure she got home safe. She couldn't leave her alone. She leaned forward in her seat and whispered directly behind Jim's head.
"Hey, um, take her home first, okay?"
Jim's eyebrow shot up as he glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Whatever you say, boss." He grinned and turned the wheel as the car veered down a different road.
It took them about twenty minutes but they reached Jenn's neighborhood without incident. Both Rachel and Jim had to help her from the car as she directed them to the back door so she could sneak in undetected. As she finally got the door unlocked, she turned to give them a "thumbs up."
They smiled and turned back to the car when they heard a crash behind them. Jenn, in her stumbly state, had kicked over a TV table and sent it crashing into the wall. Like a movie cliché, Rachel and Jim's eyes went wide as a light turned on upstairs. They looked at each other and took off running.
Giggling wildly, the pair raced back to Jim's car and hopped in. In her hurry, Rachel jumped into the passenger seat instead of returning to the backseat where she had ridden earlier. She thought briefly about switching back but before she could decide, Jim hit the ignition and zoomed out of the neighborhood in a fury. The speed threw her body into the seat. Her back arched and her legs shot up.
"Hahaha, holy shit!" Jim laughed. "That fucking girl! Gonna be the death of us!"
He spun the wheel to his left, hastily maneuvering around the cul-de-sac. He glanced over at Rachel and his eyes widened as he saw her precarious position. The initial thrust of the car had shot her back against the seat and his severe turn had caused her to slide forward and towards him. She was now leaned over deeply, bracing herself with one hand on the dashboard and one near the center column. He had a perfect view directly into her shirt. His pants tightened.
Rachel strained to keep herself from face-planting into the dash. She flipped her hair back and brought her face up to look around. Her eyes met Jim's and she caught his obvious stare. She glanced down to assess the view she was giving him. Her perfect, heavy breasts were hanging straight down, nestled in her bra. Her tiny gold locket swung gently in front of them, like a pocket watch used during hypnosis. Her tank top hung way below everything and there were very little Jim couldn't see. Her exposure caused a mildly pleasurable shiver.
Rachel finally righted herself and sat back in the seat. Her heart was beating wildly from the excitement of almost getting caught. She adjusted her shirt and looked directly at Jim. They both broke into a deep laugh as Rachel shouted.
"God, she was a mess! I mean, I'm pretty fuck-." She paused and caught herself. "But wow, that girl is out of control!" She pushed some hair out of her face and exhaled deeply, her chest heaving.
Jim smiled, but his thoughts were now elsewhere. Like any guy, he'd been thinking of a way to get with Rachel from the moment he'd first seem her. He had flirted and teased her a bit at the party and their little innuendo conversation had left him pretty excited. He'd even jumped at the chance to drive the girls home thinking it might lead to something.
But while he was outwardly aggressive, he was also realistic. Yeah, he was giving a ride to two hot, drunk girls but it wasn't like it was some sort of porno where they'd strip down and have a threesome in the back of his car. However, his thoughts had stirred when Rachel had told him to drop Jenn off first. He knew that was out of the way. Was it because she was drunk? Probably. But maybe, just maybe, Rachel wanted Jenn gone first. He had to at least try...
"That's some, uh, locket you got there," he teased. "It's so beautiful that I can't stop looking at it." He glanced directly at her cleavage again for emphasis.
Rachel shot him a mocking glare and brought her hand to her chest. For some reason, the excitement of running away, combined with her drunkenness and arousal from earlier, was making her feel a little flirty. She smirked to herself. She could play with him a little. Just had to make sure it didn't get too serious.
"Oh yeahhh, you know I figured you were a jewelry aficionado. I noticed you staring at it all night! She reached to her chest and fingered the locket teasingly.
"What's your favorite thing about it?"
