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 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 6
Rachel sighed as her eyes darted back and forth between the two images in front of her. She brought a finger to her lips and tapped on them idly as she tried to focus on her choices. Decisions, decisions...
Hanging from her closet door were two tops and she simply couldn't pick between them. On the left was a plain gray V-neck t-shirt that stopped just above her waist, and on the right hung a navy blue spaghetti-strap tank top. Both would fit her like a glove and neither would leave her wanting for attention or admiring glances. She smiled at the thought. That was exactly what she was going for.
With a final pop of her lips, Rachel flicked her eyes to the right and made her decision. There was nothing wrong with the gray shirt, but the navy tank would definitely accentuate what she was always proudest to show off: her boobs.
She grinned at herself and shook her head as she reached for the hanger. She sure seemed to be putting the "girls" on display more and more lately. The weather was still warm and she'd tried to rationalize her outfit choices under that argument, but it was simply a justification. The truth was that she was beginning to feel more comfortable at her new school and her initial shyness and hesitation to show herself off and attract attention had all but dried up.
As she turned towards her mirror and began to slip the tank over her bra and full cleavage, she smiled again at how things were going for her lately. She'd been at Pine Valley for more than a month and she was certainly making her presence felt. She'd made several friends, was doing great in field hockey, and was already a regular on the party scene. That last part had led her to test the waters "boy-wise" and it was in that regard that she was truly beginning to settle into her old ways.
She'd hooked up with a few guys and word was already beginning to spread about her. She had initially planned to lay low in that arena but those plans had changed abruptly the night she had met Chris. She shivered pleasurably at the thought. He was so hot, and while she'd only been with him the one time, she was already making mental plans to explore that avenue more fully.
It was actually those very plans that had been running through her head when she'd picked her outfit. She was going to a party later and she hoped that Chris might be there. She'd seen him in school over the past few weeks and they'd flirted a little, but things were moving a bit slowly for her taste. She knew that based on how Chris looked that he surely wasn't hurting for options in the ladies department. She probably had plenty of competition. But she was also very confident in her own powers of persuasion.
The loud buzzing of her phone on the dresser shook her from her thoughts and she turned towards the noise as she finished smoothing out her top. She reached for the phone, and after a brief moment of indecision, she picked it up and answered with a cheerful tone.
"Hey, Kev! What's up?"
Rachel smiled and listened as her closest guy-friend began chatting away happily into her ear. She talked with Kevin on the phone pretty often but it was still kind of weird not seeing him in school every day as she had in the past. They still made a point to get together somewhat regularly and it was just such a point that Kevin appeared to be making at the moment.
It was a Friday night and it wasn't that late so he was calling to see if she wanted to catch a movie or something. She sucked in a breath and looked reflexively at the clock on her wall. She'd love to hang out with Kevin, but she'd
really
been looking forward to going out to the party and drinking and having fun. She chewed on her lip and tried to think of what to do.
She never liked blowing Kevin off because, not only did she love hanging out with him, he always seemed so excited to see her. Deep down she knew why, but she did her best to pretend otherwise. Kevin obviously had some feelings for her that went beyond their close friendship. He'd never made any overt moves to that end, and for her part, Rachel had never done anything to lead him on. But she wasn't an idiot and she could tell by the way he sometimes looked at her that part of him wanted more.
She was about to gently rebuff his movie offer when she suddenly had an idea. She wanted to see Kevin
and
she wanted to go to the party. So why not do both?
"Aw, Kev, that would've been fun, but I'm actually going to this party tonight and I already told a bunch of people I'd be there. But listen, you should come too! Seriously. We haven't hung out like that in a while. I mean, it'll be mostly Pine Valley kids but I'm sure there will be some people you know. Come on!"
Kevin hesitated at her curveball, and for a moment, he considered politely declining. He preferred to hang out with Rachel one-on-one so going to some party where he wouldn't know many people didn't sound all that great. But he changed course suddenly as an idea popped into his head as well.
"Okay. Yeah, that sounds fun. In fact, how about I come pick you up and we'll just go together?"
Rachel swallowed at the suggestion and took another breath. She was happy that he wanted to come but she had mixed feelings about him driving her. She was very sensitive about acting in a way that might give him the wrong impressions. She didn't want him to go out of his way to do things for her and she didn't want him to be beholden to her later on either. She cleared her throat and spoke sweetly.
"Oh, no that's okay! Really. You don't have to drive me. It's out of your way and I don't want you to have to feel like you-."
Kevin cut her off with dismissive insistence.
"Rachel, seriously. It's cool. It's my pleasure. Plus, you know where the party is so this way I won't have to follow you or get directions or anything. For real. I'll be by in like thirty minutes."
Rachel bit her lip and exhaled again. Kevin surely wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. Oh well. It would be easier. And if he was going to be so insistent, she wasn't going to make a thing about it. She nodded her head reflexively and agreed.
