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 7
"Shit!"
Rachel cursed aloud as she stumbled on the sidewalk, dislodging her tan sandal from her foot. Gathering herself, she sighed in exasperation, pausing to glare at the discarded shoe as if it had betrayed her. In a huff, she bent over to rectify the situation, but she lost her balance and tumbled, smacking her butt into the hard pavement and crashing onto her side.
She rolled back up into a sitting position and slammed her sandal into the ground in frustration. She cursed again, realizing that the toe thong on her flop had ripped. She tossed it a few feet away and dropped her head into her knees as she took a long, deep breath.
Feelings of doubt began to creep slowly into the bottom of her stomach. Had she been in the wrong? Why was everyone so upset with her? Well, Erica she understood, but fuck her. Becca was surely overreacting. And Derrick? Last she'd checked, she wasn't his girlfriend. He'd had no right to get all pissy.
And finally, Tyler. God, the nerve on that boy. Why was he suddenly complaining? She sure hadn't heard a peep of objection a few days earlier when he'd been laid out on the futon with her and Rebecca writhing and groaning in ecstasy.
Rachel raised her head up from her knees and opened her eyes. Her vision blurred; she was solidly drunk. It was probably why she had tripped. She had almost stumbled a few nights earlier in a similar spot when she and the girls had been walking to that party at Mike and Jake's house. But this time there were no laughs and jokes echoing around her. Only silence. She was alone.
She ran a hand through her soft hair and glanced up to look at the street lamp illuminating the night air. She smiled hazily as her vision blurred again, splitting the glowing bulb into two fuzzy, hovering suns. She smirked and shook her head as she got up slowly to retrieve her broken flip flop.
It had just been a weird day from the start...
***
Hmmm...
Rachel's mind wandered as she let the soft cloth of the scarf slip through her fingers. She pursed her lips and twisted the material, thumbing around to find a price tag. Unsatisfied with the result, she delicately retracted her hand and moved on. She'd liked that scarf, with its cute little nautical anchors. But not for $85. She sighed and took a few lazy steps down the aisle as she continued to browse.
"What about this, Rach?"
Rachel spun back around to see Rebecca holding up an aqua camisole. She was scrunching her face, like she needed reassurance that it was good enough to purchase. Rachel tilted her head and nodded.
"Oh that's cute. Yeah, I like it for sure."
Rebecca smiled and nodded back, relieved that her taste had been validated. She twirled the material around a few times and raised an eyebrow back at her friend.
"Okay. Well this is all I'm getting. I'm gonna go pay. You still looking?"
Rachel shrugged casually. "Nah, I'm fine. Ready when you are."
Rebecca left her friend and headed to the counter while Rachel walked aimlessly towards the front of the store. It was a lazy Thursday. Since the girls had missed out on their friends' shopping day earlier in the week because they'd been "otherwise occupied" with a certain boy on a certain futon, they had decided to browse a few stores in town and maybe get some lunch. Rachel hadn't actually bought anything though and she wasn't even sure if she would. She was simply content to be enjoying some peaceful time with her best friend.
Part of her was a little anxious though. She'd been "boy free" for a little while, her last encounter(s) having been with Mike and Jake at their house almost two days prior. The earlier part of the week had been such a sexual whirlwind and a few days break had been good thing. But she'd woken up thinking about Derrick and Rebecca and everything and had found herself beginning to feel that tingly itch again. She'd especially been thinking about Tyler. What a crazy morning that had been.
She idly fingered a few bracelets and charms set out on a table near the entrance to the store as she waited for Rebecca to pay for her shirt. A bell noise chimed out, signaling that someone was coming in and she glanced over casually before looking back down at the bracelet table.
She froze.
Swallowing quickly, she dropped the bracelet in her hand and turned her head back towards the door. As the brief image she'd just seen was confirmed, she sucked in a breath and licked her lips involuntarily.
It was Erica. With Tyler in tow. It was as if Rachel had conjured them up by thinking about them in that moment. It sent shivers down her spine. She felt herself tense up as her and Erica's eyes met.
Erica registered surprise and then disdain as her expression darkened. Tyler's face was tense as well. He had come in wearing the blank, beaten down mask of the dutiful boyfriend who was being dragged into yet another painfully boring shop. But the second he'd seen Rachel, his sense of vacant boredom had switched straight to nervous alert. He hated being around both girls together. And if the last time it had happened was any indication of how this might go, he wanted no part of it.
Erica kept her eyes on Rachel's for a moment before smirking and turning away. With Rachel still watching her curiously, she began to stride evenly into the store, acting as if she'd never even registered her enemy's presence.
Rachel grinned to herself as Erica passed by. Images of what she'd done with Tyler flashed excitedly through her brain and she almost laughed as she juxtaposed them against Erica's smug face.
If only you knew, bitch...
She'd just brought her gaze back down to the bracelets and begun to move on when she heard Erica's footsteps come to a halt. Then, she heard a sigh.
Reacting reflexively to the noise, Rachel turned around slowly to face where Erica had stopped in the store. She watched as her piercing blue eyes twitched and flicked up and down her body. She looked serious and deliberate. Like she was debating carefully what to say or do next.
Tyler had followed his girlfriend's pace and had also stopped in time with her. His face showed the same cautious expression it had the night of the party when the girls had begun to snipe at each other. He was about to guide Erica away when she raised a hand and stopped him.
"It's okay, Ty. Just-. Just give me a minute." She nodded reassuringly at his suspicious reaction. "Seriously. I'm fine. One minute."
Tyler swallowed and shot a nervous glance at Rachel before sighing and turning away from the girls. He made his way uneasily over towards a clothing rack and pretended to thumb through some dresses while he kept a sideways eye on the situation.
Erica set her jaw and took a few steps towards Rachel. She stopped just a foot or two away and pulled her lips in tight.
Rachel had been amused by Erica's little huff past her, but her guard was now up. She really didn't feel like having it out again and a part of her was a little scared that if Erica pushed her too far that she might not be able to resist unleashing an explicit description of what she'd done with Tyler a few days earlier. She was in no mood to be called a slut in public again. It had been such a light and breezy week. She didn't need this.
"Erica, if you're coming over here to start up again with some stupid shit about-."
Erica cut her off as she spoke and extended her palms up.
"No. No, I didn't come over to-."