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 8
Rachel sighed and rolled over on her towel to face the bright sun. She squinted up at it lazily as she inhaled and took stock of her surroundings. She was back on Derrick's boat and they were out in the open water. She didn't know where he was at the moment but she saw a pile of the clothes he'd been wearing at the club resting next to her.
She stiffened suddenly as her eyes traced down over her own body. She was naked. Completely naked. A ripple of panic streaked through her belly. Where were
her
clothes?? She couldn't even remember what she'd been wearing when she'd gotten on the boat.
A loud horn sound blared out suddenly, interrupting her thoughts and forcing her hands to her ears. It went off again, this time even louder, ripping mercilessly through her brain. Her head throbbed painfully as she squeezed in tighter with her grip. Her eyes barely open, she looked around wildly to try to locate the source of the noise.
Sure enough, about twenty yards away there was another boat. It seemed to be about the same size as the one she was on, but it was filled with people. They were smiling and laughing. Without really thinking, Rachel pushed herself unsteadily to her knees and then to her feet. She dropped her hands from her ears and stood still as the boat approached and began to pass by.
She became aware again of her total nakedness, but for whatever reason, she made no move to cover up. She simply remained frozen, watching dozens of eyes meet her own while the boat passed. She gasped as she began to recognize the faces. Derrick was over there. He was smiling and looking generally at her but not really paying attention. She saw Mike and Jake. And Tyler. She even saw Kevin and her friends from her house. But her throat dried up quickly as she finally registered the most familiar face standing out from the crowd.
Rebecca.
The girls' eyes locked and Rachel stared at her friend with a wild, paralyzed expression. But Rebecca only looked back blankly, a hint of sadness in her eyes. Almost pity. Rachel took a deep breath and tried to call out but no sound escaped her lips. She waved frantically at Rebecca but received no reaction in return. Within a few seconds, the boats had passed each other and Rachel strained her eyes in a futile attempt to make out her disappearing friend. Finally, she looked back to where she had been standing and glanced around nervously.
She was alone. Truly alone. She could feel it in her gut. Everyone else had been going one direction and she was by herself on her own boat. She winced as the brightness of the sun suddenly seemed powerfully overbearing. Painful even. Her mouth was dry and cottony and she dropped to a knee as the boat lurched and shook over a series of rocky waves. She felt sea-sickness begin to overtake her and she rolled back onto her towel and shut her tights tight. Her stomach dropped with a kick of nausea and she again gripped her heavy head as if she could squeeze the pain away. What had happened?
Rachel's eyes shot open and her lungs filled quickly with an audible gasp. A ceiling fan spun hypnotically on a low setting directly in her line of sight, humming and shaking along. Her head pounded thickly and her throat pinched with dry pain. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck.
She brought her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes vigorously as she tried to boot up her brain and make sense of where she was. She was alone in the bed, and she pushed herself up onto her elbows to look around. Her eyes widened and she blinked a few times as she registered a familiar face looking back at her from across the room. For a moment she couldn't place him but his wide grin and eager eyes jogged her memory. She swallowed dryly as she heard his voice roll out in a playful tone.
"Morning, sunshine."
Alex's eyes dropped subtly and he smirked as he continued.
"Damn, they look even better in the daylight."
Rachel furrowed her brow in confusion as she followed his gaze and tried to comprehend the statement. But it didn't take very long to understand. She shivered with embarrassment as her eyes fell to her full, tan-lined chest. She was only half-covered by the sheets and her boobs were completely out in the open. She blushed as she looked back at Alex's leering grin. It all came rushing back to her, what she'd done the night before.
She had returned from the club wasted and proceeded to keep drinking alone before finally deciding to sneak up to Derrick's room to give him an apology blowjob. But the dark, her impairment, and an innocently incorrect assumption had led her to Alex's bed instead. She'd begun sucking him off, excitedly believing him to be the boy she'd wanted to apologize to. When her efforts had finally jarred him from his slumber and she'd realized her crazy mistake, he had talked her into staying to finish the job.
After dutifully giving him his proper ending, she'd tried to sneak back out of the room but had screwed that up as well. She'd banged into a dresser and woken up Derrick who'd questioned her about her presence. Not knowing how to respond, she'd decided to go ahead and do what she'd set out to do in the first place.
In the blink of an eye, she'd gotten totally naked and slid her way down Derrick's bed to suck his dick as well. But first, she'd taken off her clothes in such a way that she'd hoped Alex could see. And she'd also known that he'd likely be able to hear her blowing his friend just a few feet away. It had made her so excited.
After a couple minutes of expert care, Derrick had came and Rachel had snuggled up to him drunkenly and fallen asleep. She swallowed again as her brain pounded inside her skull. The boat had been just another dream. The bright sun and sea-sickness symptoms of her severely hung-over state.
Rachel held still as she eased a breath slowly out of her lungs. She was definitely hurting and she trembled as she realized that she still hadn't covered herself back up. She was sitting awkwardly propped up on the bed, giving Alex an excellent view of her breasts. And for some reason, it sent a sneaking pulse between her legs.