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 8
Rachel sobbed loudly in her closet as the memories she didn't want swirled around her like ghosts. The shame and embarrassment she had been feeling over the events of the morning were now being compounded by an even more bone-chilling sense of dread and regret. She felt cold and weak and all she could do was push her forehead into her knees to the point of pain as the memories continued to crash down.
Neither Rachel nor Rebecca had known it at the time, but the night that had brought them closer together would also ultimately drive them apart. Wheels had begun turning and certain things were set in motion that evening that would lead them both to a dark, awful place. It would be a long, curvy path, and for a long time, it would be marked only by a beautiful friendship. But ultimately, it had ended in pain. Pain for them both.
It was hard to say which girl had caught the worst of it, but an argument could surely be made for Rachel. Not only had she ultimately caused the problems, but her fallout with Rebecca had been the event which had again begun another spiral in her life. A spiral from which she had all but given up trying to climb out.
Their separation was still somewhat fresh; just two months prior. But it had hit Rachel hard and caused her to lose her focus in other areas. She began to forsake her school work, and while soccer wasn't really a sport she cared about too much, she had quit the spring team, abandoning another support system. And possibly worst of all, as her feelings of self-worth plummeted, her friendliness with the boys increased.
She had been in a bad place over this last stretch. Even for her. Her ability to say "no" to pretty much anyone or anything had evaporated as she yearned for the attention and love she was missing from her friend. Outwardly, she was still outgoing and upbeat. She was still a regular on the party scene, maybe even more so, and if one wasn't looking closely enough, it might seem like nothing was wrong.
But her isolation was choking her and it had put her in an ugly state of mind. The kind of state of mind that might allow her to be talked into blowing two guys at an afterprom party. Or to fuck an ex-boyfriend in his basement while his family was upstairs, only to try to talk him into a second go just minutes later out of some misguided lust for revenge. The kind of state of mind that made her tingle with arousal as she thought of how she had been used and degraded that morning, all without a struggle. The kind that left her still strangely turned on, somehow yearning for more.
She felt tears run down her thighs as she thought of Rebecca again. God, they had been so close! Why had she ever-? Rachel swallowed hard. It was a question she'd asked herself well over a thousand times by now. There was still no answer. She smiled weakly as she tried to focus instead on the good times they'd had that year.
After the night with Matt, the two girls had bonded over their shared feelings of anger and regret. They became inseparable around school and developed a further chemistry on the hockey field. Pine Valley won a third consecutive state championship and both girls were named to the all-state team. It had been an amazing time.
Outside of school, the fun didn't stop flowing. The pair was always together at parties and social events. Not only did their personalities mesh perfectly, but they were on the same wavelength when it came to boys. They both got around and neither expressed the slightest bit of judgment towards each other's escapades.
Now occasionally they called each other out, like when Rebecca made fun of Rachel mercilessly when she'd revealed that she had finally relented and given Jim another blowjob. Rachel recalled the girls' hysterical giggles as she'd tried in vain to explain his "coupon" theory, as well as how Rebecca had howled in response when she'd seemed to imply that it made a little sense.
"I would NEVER!" Rebecca had screamed at her. "Jim's so goofy!" Rachel had grinned sheepishly in agreement but mentioned how he had a pretty nice dick and he always seemed so grateful while she was down there. "What a shocker," Rebecca had shot back. "He likes getting head! Let's call the evening news!"
And there was the time that Rebecca had gotten drunk and had sex with Brad, months after ending whatever it was that they'd had together. She had tearfully confessed to Rachel and had spent the night at her house talking about how sex with him was so good but she felt like an idiot for doing it again.
Rebecca and Brad had been very close but whatever they'd had going for them had begun to unravel that same night that Rachel had met Matt. Brad had tried to smooth things over, claiming he had no idea about him and Rebecca and he'd reassured her that he'd let Matt have it good. But it had been the beginning of the end.
Matt, for his part, had even approached the two girls at a party sometime after that night, and shockingly, apologized profusely. He'd made no slick comments or innuendos. He'd just said that he was sorry for being an asshole to them both and that he hoped that they didn't hate him. And from that point forward, he'd left them alone. For a while, at least.
The point was that the girls were there for each other when one of them made a mistake and they kept their "no judgment zone" policy in full effect. If anything, they encouraged each other's promiscuity, even attempting to hook each other up, which was help neither of them needed based on their appearances and sexual attitudes.
But regardless, they often found themselves teasingly trying to get the other to win the "Whore of the Night Award", as they jokingly called it. Rebecca might spend all evening telling some cute guy how much Rachel liked him. Then she'd do the same to Rachel and put them together.
If the guy had the balls to follow through and approach her, there was an almost certain chance he'd have Rachel on her knees that same night. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. And when she'd return to her friend, face flushed after catching a mouthful in a bathroom or spare bedroom or hunched over a car seat, Rebecca would dance triumphantly and place a fake, invisible "Whore Tiara" on Rachel's head.
Rachel giggled suddenly through her tears as she thought of how much they used to tease each other like that. Truthfully, it was usually Rachel who received the brunt of the teasing. While Rebecca had had her fair share of mistakes and embarrassing moments, it was Rachel who always seemed to get herself into some ridiculous situation. Her inability to say "no" combined with her whimsical, lust-filled moments caused her to end up in places (and in positions) that made her shake her head with wonder afterwards.
And there were no secrets between the girls. Even if Rachel tried to keep a certain embarrassing rendezvous under wraps, Rebecca would always find out. Rachel giggled again as a memory of just such a rendezvous flashed back through her brain. She rolled her teary eyes. She could still picture Rebecca's mocking grin that day.
