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*
PREVIOUS --- Chapter 6: Just Friends
CHAPTER 7
Rachel's head swam as she stared directly at the shiny brass buckle facing her, just inches from the tip of her nose. She was buzzed. Not fully drunk, but definitely feeling no pain. It barely felt like she was in control as she watched her small fingers deftly grab ahold of the denim and slip the button out through the buttonhole. She swallowed deeply.
Keeping her one hand firmly on the fabric, she slowly brought her other hand to the zipper. She gripped it between the thumb and forefinger and began to slide it down. When it reached the base, she gently spread the denim apart and looked ahead. Black cotton boxer briefs greeted her, pushed out into a bulge, obviously holding something back. Something she was about to get a lot more personal with quite soon. She swallowed again and brought her gaze up. A smiling face looked back down and returned her look.
"That's right, girl. God, you're so fucking hot."
With her mouth hanging open slightly, her full lips appeared friendly and inviting. She tingled and felt the warmth of her buzz wash over her again. She could still hear the music outside as she glanced absent mindedly behind her at the door handle. They'd locked it right? She was pretty sure.
She involuntarily brought her lips back together and licked them. The voice returned.
"Hell yeah, baby. Let's do this."
She turned back to her eye-level view and breathed in. Firmly pulling his jeans down to his ankles, she flinched at the jingle of his belt buckle as it hit the tiled floor. She rose back up and tucked her fingers into his waistband, feeling him shiver with delight. Without hesitation, she pulled the fabric down his legs, all the way to his dropped jeans.
She rose up one final time, idly fingering her gold locket that hung between her now heaving breasts. Her eyes returned to the image in front of her and sucked in her breath. His penis was halfway-erect and pulsing gently. It was well shaven and pretty non-descript. A little bit bigger than average and still growing as it hardened. His balls were also neatly trimmed and hung restfully about parallel with her chin. She swallowed again.
"Damn, you're making me wait so long! This is fucking torture!"
Rachel finally glanced up away from the penis and into the face of its owner. He was pretty cute; short, cropped hair and a slick smile. He had his lips pursed like he was trying to look tough. His black polo shirt came down past his waist and he had hiked it up a bit to give her more access. He looked at her expectantly and gave her smirk and nod. What was his name again? Matt, right? She was pretty sure it was Matt.
Rachel smiled at him politely, like she was a cashier scanning his groceries. Like he had come to her to complete a simple job and it was now obvious she should be doing it. She shifted her weigh as the tile floor pressed into the flesh of her bare knees. It wasn't the most comfortable place she'd ever found herself kneeling.
She tugged nervously on her jean shorts, pulling them down over her smooth thighs as she returned her gaze to the main attraction in front of her face. She felt the thump of the music outside once again. Sighing gently, she reached up to grab the base of his hardening shaft and guided it close in to her face. She swallowed one final time and rose up slightly off her heels, parting her lips and leaning in.
How had she gotten there?
***
"My friend thinks you're hot!"
"What??"
"My
friend!
He thinks you're
HOT!
"
"Oh! Oh, um, okay! Where is-?"
Rachel leaned back away from Brad's ear as she quickly scanned the scene in front of them. Her eyes passed over maybe two dozen people in the living room. The music was up pretty loud and the din of everyone talking made it difficult to have a conversation. Even at close range.
She squinted her eyes at a few groups of boys. She had no idea who he was talking about. She looked back at him with an expectant shrug.
Brad was standing to her left. He had a beer in his right hand and his left arm was draped around a girl. Rebecca. Rachel smiled to herself as she remembered the first night she had seen them together. It had been at one of the first parties Rachel had gone to after switching schools. It hadn't been too long ago. Not more than a month or so.
The time since had been filled with fun and levity. Her transition had been going very smoothly and she intended to keep things nice and easy. She was fitting in great on the field hockey team and was certainly an asset to Pine Valley's already dominant program. Socially, she was beginning to make a name for herself as well. Not only due to her fun and outgoing personality, but also the growing rumors of her "friendliness" with more than a few male classmates. What had begun as simple whispers of an old reputation was now firmly crossing into the realm of anecdotally-supported evidence.
