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 along their natural progression.
PROM
is the first series, and while it is a little choppier (in my opinion) because it was my first effort, it is the main story from which the others are branched. So things will definitely be a little confusing (and surprises/themes ruined) if it is skipped over.
PRELUDES
is the follow-up and it deals with a crucial stretch of time that led to where Prom began. It weaves the two series together and fills in a lot of missing details and untold storylines that help explain how the events of Prom occurred and why Rachel may have acted in the ways that she did.
Now, for those of you who are all caught up, welcome back!
SENIOR WEEK
(as you can probably guess) deals with the week following the end of Rachel's senior year of high school. As Rachel attempts to move on from the trauma of the spring, she finds herself caught up once again in the throes of her own unpredictable behavior. New faces emerge, familiar ones return, and existing relationships become both altered and re-born. So sit back and get ready for a week of sand, sun, drama, and fun as Rachel takes her first steps into the next chapter of her life.
As always, I appreciate your ratings and comments and I welcome 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 5
Rachel felt the early tingling sensations of a building buzz as she crossed and uncrossed her legs on the kitchen counter stool. She gave another quick glance to the oven clock. 10:23.
Her eyes darted over to Rebecca who was fidgeting with her belly button ring. Both girls were in their bathing suits, but they weren't planning on going to the beach. Rachel suddenly smirked at the thought and wondered why they weren't simply wearing underwear instead. It had just been an automatic response to put on their bikinis. Oh well. Their clothing wouldn't be staying on too much longer anyway.
They both jumped as a gentle knock sounded at the front door. Simultaneously, an incoming text message caused Rachel's phone to buzz noisily on the counter:
I'm outside.
The girls exchanged looks and let out matching deep breaths. For as fired up as they were (especially Rachel) they suddenly had a moment of cold feet. Their nerves twisted tightly and their expressions flickered with vacillant doubt. But as the warmth of their buzzes grew ever so hotter, the hesitation was again replaced with excitement. And arousal. They were definitely going to do this. And it was going to be fun.
Rachel stood slowly from her stool and cracked her neck to each side. She held out a hand and smiled warmly as Rebecca reached out and hopped from her seat as well. The girls walked hand-in-hand across the kitchen and down the hallway that led to the front door. They paused momentarily before opening it and Rachel swallowed to the feeling of Rebecca giving her hand a firm squeeze. Sighing one final time in unison, they steeled themselves and took the plunge.
Bright sunlight flooded the entry way as the door opened and the girls squinted at the image of their waiting visitor. Tyler wasn't wearing a shirt; he had on only a pair of yellow mesh shorts and some running shoes. He'd told his friends back at the house that he was going to do a little morning run before they started drinking and partying again. No one had given his cover story anything more than a disinterested nod and he'd slipped away silently, his casual demeanor belying the excited tension twisting and swirling in his gut.
It had been about a ten minute jog to the girls' complex and Tyler's body now displayed the first signs of perspiration. It wasn't hot yet, but by mid-morning the sun had risen high and certainly made its presence felt during his trek. His face was gently flushed and sweat beads formed by his temples and between his well-sculpted pectoral muscles. A thin line of moisture traced down his stomach towards his naval. His breath was still elevated, although it was unclear if that was due to athletic exertion or the anticipation of what was waiting for him.