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 15
Rachel stood in front of her dresser mirror and stared vacantly back at her reflection. The emotion was gone from her face and she had no more tears to cry. She looked at her body, still just in her underwear, and felt nothing but dull, hollow regret. Truthfully, what she had done that morning after the prom had been a bit exceptional, but it really wasn't much worse than how she'd been over the past few months since Rebecca had cut her out of her life.
Rachel had tried. She'd begged her friend for forgiveness repeatedly but Rebecca would hear none of it. Worse, Rebecca wasn't shy about letting other people know what she thought of her ex-friend. The stares and whispers had gotten worse for a while. They'd eventually died down, but the perception of her had changed permanently.
She still had friends and she'd done her best to remain outgoing and friendly. But everything was a little bit darker now. Girls who had been indifferent to her promiscuity now thought she was a bitch for what she had done to her best friend. Especially the way Rebecca had spun the story to make it sound like she'd practically been pining away for Brad the entire time. Rachel had wanted to set the record straight on that point but it wasn't worth it. Maybe she deserved it anyway.
And if the girls' reactions had gotten worse, so had the boys', but in a different way. Many now upped their aggressiveness towards her as they just assumed she'd be down for whatever they asked. Some almost expected it. If she had been okay with doing what she'd done with Brad and Matt, she'd certainly give a guy a simple blowjob here or there, right? Would that be too much to ask?
Actually, no. It hadn't been too much to ask at all. As her self-worth plummeted, Rachel had spent the two months leading up to Kevin's prom giving in to more boys than she dared say out loud. A series of effortless and often crude propositions found her on her knees almost constantly. In school, out of school. It didn't matter. She'd made more guys cum in half a semester than most girls had in four years.
And then there was Matt.
Although Rachel hated him even more in the aftermath, she'd almost felt a strange attraction to him, like he was all she had left after everything else had burned down. It was dark and twisted and it made no sense, but she'd found herself hooking up with him pretty regularly over the past few months. Part of her had figured what did it matter anymore?
She'd returned to his now infamous basement a number of times and found herself kneeling in front of that couch. And worst of all, for reasons she couldn't explain, she had let him have sex with her as well.
It had started one day when she had gone to his house after a particularly crushing experience with Rebecca at school. Rachel's feelings of self-worth had been on life support, and in retrospect, it shouldn't have been a surprise that she'd be vulnerable enough to give in. Matt had talked her out of her clothes and she'd been in the middle of sucking his dick when he'd started pleading with her about that day with Brad. He'd told her how jealous he was of his friend and how hot it had been and how it just wasn't right that he be stuck with only the memory.
How it wasn't...
fair.
Rachel had known it was wrong, maybe the most wrong thing ever, but she had given in without much of a fight. She'd gotten up off her knees and lied down softly on the couch next to him. Her inner voice had been screaming but she'd simply watched in silence as he'd positioned himself over her body with an excited grin. And without so much as a final word, she'd spread her legs and let him have what he wanted.
He'd fucked her like that for a while before half-asking/half-moving her into his lap for his finish. She'd dutifully complied and rode him smoothly, rocking her hips into him in a methodic, trance-like rhythm. Matt had been completely into it, his eyes wide and intense and his hands pawing chaotically over her heavy breasts. But she'd shown no such similar enthusiasm. She'd simply fucked him like she wasn't even present.
When he'd gotten close, he'd signaled for her to slide off and get back on the floor between his legs. Without really bothering to ask this time (since he'd figured she'd allowed it before), he'd came explosively onto her face and chest, leaving a gruesome, messy scene that somewhat mirrored what Jeff had just recently done to her earlier in the morning.
Later that day when Rachel had gotten home, she'd sworn to herself that it had been a one-time thing. But it had happened again. And again. Multiple times. Something had changed inside her that afternoon. It had been a turning point and had served only to push her deeper down her dark spiral.
Sometime after she'd first done it with Matt, she had seen Brad in the hallway at school and watched as he'd given her a sad, knowing look. Between him and Matt, her "no sex" policy had crumbled in short order. Rachel wondered if Rebecca knew, too. But she didn't care. She didn't care about much anymore and she only focused on her desperate needed to fill the void in her life with anything she could.
Rachel thought about these things as she stood in front of the mirror and reached for her phone. She remembered seeing the voicemail alert from Matt from the night before when she had left her phone in Kevin's car during the afterparty. She brought her thumb to the button and considered pressing it to listen to the message. Not that she didn't know what he wanted...
She exhaled deeply and put the phone back down. No. Not now. She just couldn't. Her glance at the phone also alerted her to the time and her eyebrows rose in surprise. It was just after four o'clock. God, she'd been crying and reminiscing all afternoon. She was surprised her parents hadn't come to check on her, but then again, they had been aware of her moodiness over the past few months and they'd been trying to tread lightly. She shook herself gently and tried to focus her brain. She'd been up there for hours. What had she been thinking about before she'd gotten lost in the memor-?
Kevin!
She hadn't made solid plans with him but they had tentatively talked about hanging out later, and before Rachel had been overcome with her memories and tears, she remembered that she had wanted to talk to him and try to apologize and make things right. Her ugly trip down memory lane had again made her think about how Kevin would never be the kind of guy to do to her what so many others had done. Not that she was ever forced into those things, but Kevin wouldn't even have pushed.
