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 11
Rachel smiled with a relaxed breath as she scrunched the warm sand between her toes; she was so happy to be where she was. She squinted through her dark sunglasses at the bright white foam of the water as waves crashed twenty yards in front of her. The salt air smelled great and her whole body was warm. Even a bit hot. She casually ran a finger across her upper chest and felt the slightest hint of moisture. She smirked as she figured that she might just have to finally suck it up and take a quick dip in what she was sure was freezing water.
She glanced over to her left, at her friend sitting close by in a halfway-reclined beach chair. Rebecca looked pretty hot as well, in any number of ways. Rachel's eyes lingered for a second over her friend's glistening body. Her gaze travelled down to Rebecca's skimpy bikini bottom and she smiled sheepishly as a memory hit her. She grinned and looked away, shaking her head.
The girls were in their mecca, sitting together on a beautiful and moderately crowded beach. They laughed and joked as they soaked up the rays, and as it were, a healthy amount of attention. It was the day after Thanksgiving and they were staying at a cozy little beach house which Rebecca's extended family owned and shared throughout the year. The two girls had become very close throughout the semester and Rebecca had asked if Rachel could join her family on their annual holiday trip to Florida.
Rachel had been so excited but her parents (at first) were less than enthusiastic. Their daughter appeared to be staying out of trouble after her switch in schools and they had to admit that things were going well. The field hockey championship had seemed to bond Rachel further with her surroundings, and while they suspected she was still doing things she shouldn't outside of school, nothing bad had happened yet.
But they were constantly waiting for that other shoe to drop. Rachel was unpredictable and could go into a spiraling mode without much warning. They weren't necessarily comfortable with her going down to Florida with a family they didn't know all that well. But they were also nervous that if they squeezed too tightly, she might rebel. They finally compromised and agreed that she would stay for Thanksgiving with her family but she could fly down the following morning and join her friend. Rachel had been giddy with anticipation and the girls hadn't wasted a second hitting the beach together the moment she'd arrived.
So it was there on their chairs they sat, looking ridiculously hot in their bikinis. Their bodies glistened with tanning oil and it had not been long before the first brave set of boys had approached and made their move. For the most part, the girls brushed the attention away. Though truly, it was Rebecca doing most of the brushing. She was firmly in "family mode" and while she was keeping one eye out for nice things to look at (and maybe even touch), her head wasn't really on that page. Plus, her friend had just arrived and she had been excited for them to spend time together.
Rachel, on the other hand, found herself getting slightly worked up at a few of the cuter boys who had approached. And it wasn't exclusively the cuter ones. Rachel had a bad habit of immediately thinking sexual thoughts about a guy when she first saw him. It didn't mean she would act on them, but she couldn't help the way her brain worked.
Throughout the afternoon, her wide eyes (safely protected by her sunglasses) had dropped involuntarily to the front of many guys' bathing suits, and for a split-second, she could picture giving them a blowjob. The visions always faded quickly, but the attrition of seeing such a battery of erotic images over the course of several hours had left her quite riled up. It was in a moment of her mild frustration that she caught herself speaking out and overruling Rebecca's most recent brush-off.
A pair of very cute boys had approached the girls and had begun to chat them up about how they had their own beach house not too far away. Rebecca had let them go on for a bit but was beginning to wrap the encounter up when Rachel jumped in to cut her off.
"How far away is it again?"
She cocked her head at the blonde-haired boy standing closer to her. She'd seen his eyes dart across her body several times while he spoke, lingering mostly on her chest, which wasn't covered up too much. He was hot. Both boys were. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to-.
"Like I said, it's really not that far." The boy indicated to his left down the beach. "We could definitely walk. Ten minutes, tops."
Rebecca shot her friend an annoyed glance. She, too, liked what she was looking at very much, but she had been trying to be good. At least for the day. She looked up at the boy who spoke and shielded her eyes so she could see.
"Uh huh," she smirked in response, her voice dripping with skepticism. "If you're saying ten, it's definitely, like, twenty. I'm not walking my ass a mile down the beach."
The handsome blonde boy grinned back at her, allowing her to catch his eyes run all over her body. "No, I swear. Ten. Maybe,
maybe
fifteen." He grinned sheepishly at his backpedal and let his eyes linger to curvy hips. "I'll gladly carry you..."
Rebecca raised an eyebrow and smiled back, trying to still look somewhat annoyed. "Oh, would you now? What a stud." Her tone was still playfully sarcastic, but she was actually starting to come around. She was definitely into the guy and her plan of laying low with her family was beginning to fade quietly into the background. She felt her resolve starting to melt. "I still don't think-."
Rachel cut her off again. She had moved her gaze to the other boy who had been noticeably quiet the entire time. He was just as cute as his friend, maybe even more so. He had a great body and short, cropped, dark hair. He'd definitely been checking the girls out, but it was obvious that his blonde friend was the motivator of the group. Rachel's eyes dropped to his swimsuit and she licked her lips without thinking. God, she'd definitely-.
Before Rebecca could get a chance to brush them off again, Rachel decided to take the wheel for good.
"Well, you boys seem friendly, but..."
She glanced down at her phone and checked the time. It was already late afternoon and Rebecca's parents expected them back for dinner. Plus, it wasn't like being back home with their midnight curfews. Rebecca's family understood Rachel's parents' concerns and had told the girls that they were not to be out late at all. So going back out after dinner wasn't really an option. As a peace offering, the girls had been told that they could have the next day (Saturday) to themselves. Rachel looked over the boys as her eyes flashed behind her sunglasses. She tingled again and continued her thought.
