Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Prom Ch. 02: Descent

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 all comments, suggestions, and criticism 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*

PREVIOUS --- Chapter 1: Old Habits

CHAPTER 2


Rachel turned towards the sink and fumbled in annoyance for the light switch. As her fingers found their target, she paused and took a deep breath. The bathroom wasn't entirely pitch black; some ambient light from outside had crept inside like a curious visitor. And even if it had been as dark as night, she still had a pretty good idea of what she was going to see. She swallowed hard and flicked on the switch, hoping she was wrong.

A gasp escaped her lips as Rachel saw her bright reflection emerge instantly in the mirror. For a moment, she was sure that the girl staring back at her was someone else. But it wasn't. Physical evidence of what she'd just done didn't change anything, but it somehow amplified it to an uncomfortable level. She let her eyes dart quickly all over her face and body. It was a gruesome sight.

She was completely naked, her full, round breasts heaving noticeably to the pace of her excited breathing. Her hair was still pulled back in the same messy, post-prom ponytail that she'd put it in when she'd gotten on her knees for Rob out in the yard. Her skin was soft and had an almost glow to it. Probably due to how worked up she'd gotten. But none of that was what stood out so graphically in the mirror.

Her pretty face was streaked with cum. It was on her cheek and lined across her forehead. There was more by her lips and chin. And it didn't end there. Rachel traced her gaze downward and followed a few shiny trails on her neck and delicate collarbone. And there was more splattered onto her breasts. She swallowed hard and shook her head in disbelief. She looked like she belonged on a porn site somewhere.

She turned on the faucet and wetted some toilet paper to begin cleaning herself up. But as she brought the cloth to her face, she paused again. A stab of guilt crackled through her senses as the evidence of what she'd done continued to mock and shame her from the mirror. She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have done any of it! Things had just moved so quickly and now here she was. Literally trying to wipe clean another bad thing she'd done.

The dark, panicky feelings that had been creeping into her thoughts more and more lately began to form thickly in the bottom of her stomach. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to stay in control. What would Rebecca say if she saw her like this? Rachel scoffed at the thought. She always seemed to think about Rebecca in these moments. She bit her lip to the point of pain and stopped the train of thought dead on the tracks. She couldn't do this. Not now.

Through sheer force of will, she pushed her dark thoughts away and re-took control over the situation. She opened her eyes and met her ghastly reflection with a blank stare. As she began to wipe the ugly evidence from her body, she shook her head with a dry smile.

What was she doing?

***

Rachel remained frozen in her kneeling position as she watched the boys slap hands. Whatever fleeting euphoria she'd been experiencing in the afterglow of hooking up with Rob had been doused with an icy cold blast of reality. She could still hear Jeff's words ringing in her ears.

"Tag. I guess I'm in bro."

Her stomach dropped again as she realized what was next on the docket for her. She also became keenly aware of just how naked she was. Her discarded shirt lay by her side and her breasts were simply hanging free in the morning air. And her tiny black shorts had hiked down slightly when she had touched herself, revealing the subtle crest of her ass crack. She had a cliché butterfly tramp stamp tattoo that she'd gotten when she was 16 and it seemed to draw more attention to the area than she now wanted. She stood up quickly and grabbed her t-shirt and hurriedly yanked it back over her chest. She also adjusted her shorts and attempted in vain to smooth her hair out before she turned to face the boys.

"Ahhhh what's with the shirt back on, Rach?" Jeff protested mockingly. "Gonna be off again in a minute anyway."

Rachel glared at him. "Jeff, we're not really gonna do this are we? C'mon what about Jessie?" Her head spun as she tried to find a way to wriggle out of what she'd agreed to do.

Jeff smiled and looked at her like she was from a different planet. He walked up to face her and put his hand on her shoulder. As he started to speak he ran his finger down her body and across the front of her stretched shirt.

"Funny girl. Let's get this show on the road."

He slipped around behind her and brought his hands up her body to rest on her shoulders as he stepped in close to her. He was close enough that she could feel he was hard through his shorts. He motioned towards the house.

"After you, princess."

Rachel flinched at his unexpected suggestion. She had just assumed she'd be going back to work right out in the yard. She also felt slightly uncomfortable going into the house with him. With Rob being there she felt she had an ally at least. Plus who knew who was awake in the house and what they might see as she walked inside with Jeff?

She shot Rob a pleading glance but he didn't pick up on it. He had already pulled out a joint and was lying comfortably on his reclined chair.

"You kids have fun," he said without even looking. He sparked the J and closed his eyes.

Jeff ignored him and gave Rachel a gentle nudge towards the sliding door as he began walking her back into the house. She swallowed hard and resigned herself to her fate. She had agreed to this after all.

As they entered the house and stepped into the kitchen, Rachel noticed all the people passed out throughout the room. It seemed like ages ago that she'd been in the house. That she'd been with-.

Kevin.

Kevin was reclined on the couch that she'd left him on earlier. His positioning indicated that he had just woken up, but his face looked different. His eyes were wide and thoughtful. He didn't look like someone who'd been sleeping.

Rachel felt her stomach twist as she made eye contact with her friend. He was looking at her funny and she realized that walking in with Jeff's hands on her shoulders probably looked bad. She wanted to stop the whole thing and call it off. But she felt strangely paralyzed. She continued to let Jeff lead her across the room from behind.

They had just reached a door when Jeff finally noticed Kevin was awake as well. He flinched but thought quickly. He hadn't expected any roadblocks like this but he was far too turned on and excited to shut it down now. He nodded his chin to Kevin and whispered loudly.

"Yo, Kev! Hey, um, me and Rach are going to smoke a quick bowl downstairs. Can you just keep an eye out for Jessie?"

Kevin sat up a little more fully and squinted his eyes in confusion. None of that made any sense.

"Wait, what? Smoke a bowl? In the basemen-? I don't-, why would Jessie care if you-?"

Kevin's eyes suddenly widened as he began to process what Jeff meant. He'd been so preoccupied with what he'd seen earlier that he never even considered this. The image of Rachel kneeling in the grass blowing Rob had been on repeat in his brain ever since he'd returned to the couch. He hadn't understood why she'd let Jeff stand around and watch. His throat tightened. There was no way that she was going to-. He started to stand.

Jeff saw Kevin's expression change and he reacted quickly. He put up his hand and hissed.

"Dude! Look, don't worry about it. Just fucking watch for Jessie. Please!"

He swallowed and felt relief as he watched Kevin freeze and start to sit back down on the couch. Yeah, so Kevin would know what they were doing and that was kinda wrong. But he and Rachel weren't "together." If Kevin wanted to hook up with her, that was up to him to make happen. But for right now, Jeff was going to get his while the iron was hot and walking willingly in front of him.

For her part, Rachel was beginning to feel guilt crash all through her. Kevin's face was blank with just a twinge of surprised hurt. She'd seen that look before and it never made her feel good about herself. Her stomach twisted as she watched Jeff reach out and open the basement door in front of her. She kept her eyes on Kevin. She knew that he knew what she was about to go do. With someone else. She sighed to herself. She felt like such a bitch.

All of this registered in both Kevin and Rachel's brains as she gave him one last apologetic smile and shrugged weakly before disappearing through the basement door. Jeff smiled warmly at Kevin and winked before closing the basement door behind them. Kevin winced and sank back into the couch. It was like a bad dream.

The pair made their way down the stairs quickly with Jeff still guiding Rachel by the shoulders. When they got to the ground floor, Rachel surveyed the room. It was empty except for some furniture and a TV. Her gaze landed on a plush leather sofa and she sucked in her breath.

Jeff picked up on her reaction and smiled. He walked over to the couch and plopped down, his legs spread widely. He patted the cushion next to him and grinned at her.

Rachel smirked and shook her head. But she did as he asked. She walked over and plopped down alongside of him as he followed her every move with hungry eyes.

"This has been a long time coming, girlie. Hope you brought your A-game."

Rachel laughed in response.

"My A-game? Um, you'll be happy with what you get. Still can't believe you want me to do this with your girlfriend here. Such a scumbag." She shook her head at him with a sarcastic smile.

"She'll be fine." Jeff waved his hand dismissively and grinned again. He couldn't stop grinning. Was this really happening?

Rachel looked at him impatiently and glanced down at his shorts. "Sooooo are we doing this or not?"

Jeff licked his lips and replied slickly. "Of course. But first let's make sure you're warmed up for a quality job."

"Um, warmed up? What the hell are you-?"

Rachel froze as she felt Jeff's hand touch her inner thigh and start to creep up the front of her shorts. She gasped but protested weakly.

"Jeff, c'mon. What are you doing?"

He ignored her and slowly reached the edges of her pussy with his two fingers. Rachel trembled.

Jeff had seen her touch herself earlier while going down on Rob. He knew she was hot and turned on and he knew the hotter she got, the more enthusiastically she'd work his dick. And he planned to get her lips on other parts of his body as well. He'd figured she was probably at least somewhat aroused at this point but he hadn't expected her to be as wet as she was. He slipped two fingers inside her before he even realized what he was doing. Her pussy was hot and felt incredible. He began fingering her tenderly.

Rachel lost it. It had happened so fast and now Jeff's fingers were firmly inside her. It felt amazing. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lip. She involuntarily bucked her hips closer up against Jeff's hand. She watched him wildly as he whispered to her with a grin.

"That's right, girl. Now you're getting there."

With his free hand Jeff went up the front of her shirt and began exploring her chest. Her tits felt great but it was a bit awkward with the tight shirt she had on. He removed both hands from their positions and tugged on the yellow fabric.

"Let's get this off again."

Feeling Jeff's fingers pull out of her so quickly had shocked Rachel and she found herself longing for his touch to return. She nodded quickly and didn't hesitate to do what he asked in an effort to speed things up. She yanked the shirt off her body and tossed it onto the couch. She moaned softly and adjusted herself so that he could enter her again with a better angle.

Jeff smiled at the unbelievable vision in front of him. Rachel was sitting across him with her legs bowed, and she had her hands around his neck holding herself in place. This caused her boobs to be practically shoved in his face. He could tell that she was beginning to lose herself in arousal.

"Why don't we lose the shorts, too?"

He slowly pulled Rachel's hands from his neck to lay her down across the couch on her back. She was now reclined, totally naked, but for her shorts, with her spread legs and draped across his lap. Her breasts hung slightly to the sides with gravity but still seemed to stay impossibly perked up for their weight and size.

Jeff started to tug gently on her shorts and they began to slide down.

Rachel mumbled in protest her words came out barely above a whisper. It might have seemed silly, but the shorts were the last thing keeping Rachel from total nakedness. Once they were gone, there'd be nothing left she hadn't revealed. She didn't know if this made a difference given all that she had already done that morning, but she still felt like it was her last bit of modesty.

But Jeff could sense that he had her on the line. He whispered gently as he traced his fingers across the front of her shorts, directly between her legs.

"C'mon, Rach. It will just make things easier. You do want some more of this, don't you?"

Rachel couldn't argue. She wanted it bad. She wanted his fingers back inside her. She didn't want to give up the shorts but she wanted that pleasure more. With a sigh of concession, she released her grip on the waistband and brought her hands above her head. She then raised her hips slightly off the couch to make it easier for her shorts to come off. She hated that she was giving in to him but it was turning her on so much. She breathed out in a half-moan. "Oh my God."

Jeff grinned at another victory. He gripped her waistband with both hands and slid her shorts down all the way. He raised Rachel's legs and pulled the thin black material completely off her body, tossing it onto the floor. He then let her legs drape back down over his lap and gently spread them. He looked down and sucked in his breath.

Here was Rachel, sprawled out with her eyes closed, now entirely naked on the couch. Her incredible tits were rising and falling to her short breaths and her sexy, toned legs were bowed and spread wide. He moved his gaze directly to the one thing he'd been waiting for. Her meticulously manicured pussy was seemingly quivering as her hips gently rocked up and down. Jeff admired her perfect, thin landing strip of neatly shaved brown hair leading straight down to her entrance. Her pussy was bright pink and shimmered ever so slightly.

"Please." She moaned softly and mouthed to him, her eyes open barely. "Come back to me."

Jeff smiled at her request and traced his fingers teasingly down her strip and back inside her. He watched his fingers work for a minute as she bucked her hips into him. It was so hot, but there was more of her to enjoy too. He leaned over and mauled at her tits with his other hand and buried his face into her cleavage. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it forcefully. He kept his face in this heavenly area as he continued to twist his fingers inside her.

Rachel was going nuts. She had gotten so hot sucking Rob off and she was more frustrated than she had thought. She hadn't intended to let Jeff anywhere near her pussy but it didn't matter who it was at the moment. She was getting what she needed and it felt incredible.

Finally, Jeff came up from mouthing over her chest and whispered into her ear.

"You ready to suck some dick, baby?"

Rachel felt so good. She let out a whimper. "Yes. Yes, I'm ready. I'll do it."

"You'll do what?"

"I uh, um-." Rachel licked her lips. She was panting. "I'll suck your dick. I'll suck it right now."

"You gonna do an extra good job?"

"Wha-? Oh, yeah, the best. You're going to cum so hard. So hard-." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"You gonna do what I say?"

"Yes yes. Whatever you say. Whatever you wan-."

Rachel was cut off as Jeff suddenly pulled his fingers from her and sat back up on the couch. He pulled his t-shirt up to uncover the front of his shorts and nodded.

"Well, let's see it."

Rachel's head spun. She looked at him with a combination of lust and shock before finally shaking her head with raspy, sarcastic laugh. She had been so close. He knew what he was doing, she thought.

Completely naked, her shorts long gone, Rachel slid off the couch and got into her familiar kneeling position. She brushed her hair back and tugged on his waistband. She happened to grab both his shorts and boxers at once so his hard dick popped out unexpectedly as she pulled his clothes to the floor. This was her first time seeing his penis and it was pretty nice. Thinner than Rob's but maybe a bit longer. He, too, was neatly groomed and his erection throbbed as it stood straight up.

Jeff smiled and tucked his hands behind his head as he watched her admiring the view. He winked down at her with a sly grin.

"Remember, A-game."

Rachel rolled her eyes and smirked up at him. She rose up high onto her knees and scooted in close between his legs. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave him a few playful tugs. Unlike Rob, who had still been rising to the occasion when she'd begun, Jeff was hard as steel. She felt him pulsing through her grip and thought about just how ready he was for her to finally do it.

She remembered all the times she'd brushed him off over the years. Of all the ways she might have imagined finally giving it up to him, kneeling completely naked in his basement at an after-prom party for a school she didn't even attend seem pretty far-fetched. Throw in the fact she had a date that wasn't him, he had a girlfriend that wasn't her, and she'd already let him watch her blow someone else entirely, it was completely surreal.

Rachel shook her head again and looked up at his smug expression. She shouldn't be giving in to him in the slightest, but she was way past that point. She was so worked up and there was no sense in turning back now. In a perverse way, she actually wanted to do it. She wanted to please him and make him writhe with pleasure. It seemed like her only way of truly exerting power over the situation.

She gave him a final smirk and licked her lips. She looked directly at the penis in her hand and focused exclusively on that. She blocked out her guilty thoughts about Jessie and Kevin and everything else. With one last playful rub, she lowered her face into his lap and spread her lips. She felt his dick slide fully into her mouth and she sucked him in deep.

She closed her eyes.

***

Kevin fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch as his mind raced. It wasn't even seven yet and it had already been one of the strangest mornings of his life. All he could think about was Rachel and what he'd seen her doing. And not just the explicit image of what she'd been doing with Rob, but the implicit image of what she was going to do with Jeff, too.
He tapped his fingers restlessly as he looked at his watch for the twentieth time. He figured they'd been in the basement for about ten minutes. He couldn't hear anything, but he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. The thought made his stomach lurch, but it also turned him on in a twisted way. Part of him didn't know if he could stand seeing Rachel with another guy again. But another part of him was desperately curious.

After another minute of agonizing, Kevin stood up with a start. He couldn't believe what he was going to do but he felt like he had no control. He'd imagined Rachel sexually for years and having such an unexpected and vivid image of her actually in the act had left him more confusingly turned on than he'd ever been before. If that was indeed what she was doing again in the basement, then he simply had to see it.

He took several unsteady steps to the basement door, trying to walk as quietly as possible. He reached the handle and turned it with a violently shaking hand. It creaked softly, causing him to panic. But after a few seconds of silence, he forged on, taking a careful step onto the stairs.

He slipped down the first few stairs until the wall of the stairway began to open up. He then knelt slowly and craned his neck to peek into the main area of the basement. As his vision opened up across the room, he sucked in a breath. His head got light and he struggled momentarily to keep from losing his balance. His stomach lurched and his jaw dropped. Whatever arousing image he'd been clinging to from seeing Rachel in the backyard had just been blown to a thousand pieces. What he was seeing now was unreal.

On a couch, at the far end of the room, Jeff was reclined happily, his shorts around his ankles. Between his outstretched legs was Rachel, kneeling on the soft, tan carpet. And just as Kevin had excitedly dreaded, she was clearly in the middle of delivering a willing and enthusiastic blowjob. But that wasn't what made this image so drastically different from what he'd seen earlier in the backyard.

Just like with Rob, Rachel was positioned in such a way that she basically had her back to Kevin as she blew his second friend of the morning. But unlike with Rob, this time she was completely naked. Kevin's dick throbbed in his jeans as he got the best glimpses of his life of an image he'd only dreamt about. The most undressed he'd ever seen her had been maybe in her bra a few times or when she was wearing a skimpy bathing suit. He dug his nails into his thigh and stared straight ahead.

Her slender, athletic frame was hypnotically perfect. Her skin was soft and smooth and being that it wasn't summer yet, she had only the slightest indication of a tan line between her lower back and the backs of her legs. Her small feet were touching and she looked so delicately sexy in her position. He cursed under his breath his eyes went directly to the middle of her ass. He desperately wished that she'd been at a different angle so that he could get a glimpse of the perfect tits that had been the object of his fantasies for years. But the consolation prize of her tight, toned ass was pretty damn good.

He swallowed as he watched the green butterfly tattoo on her back move subtly to the rhythm of her motions. He thought about all the times he'd seen her with some guy at a party or heard whispers in the hallway about a blowjob she'd given. He'd pictured her on her knees hundreds of times and he was finally seeing it for real. He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen anything more exciting in his life.

But as exciting as it was, it was also making him sick with jealousy. He was too far away to hear the subtle sounds of her sucking his friend's cock, but he snapped to attention when he heard Jeff curse loudly in appreciation. He could only imagine the pure pleasure that Rachel was delivering to him. He couldn't actually see her face, but he could picture her lips wrapped tightly around him as she sucked away. He wondered what it must be like to look down and watch her slip his dick smoothly in and out of her mouth. How many guys had experienced that same incredible feeling and image? He didn't want to think what the number must be.

Kevin couldn't look anymore. He already felt like a creep spying on them and it was simply too painful to watch his longtime crush pleasure one of his friends so willingly. Especially a guy like Jeff who he knew for a fact she wasn't even into. That didn't seem to matter too much, though. Even knowing that he had a girlfriend hadn't been enough to deter her. Kevin felt some anger begin to rise again and he looked away coldly. He stood up and slowly turned to leave. He couldn't watch her do it anymore. He had to get away.

***

Rachel sighed with pleasure as she worked her lips around the tip of Jeff's dick. She'd only been sucking him for a few minutes but she was firmly into the job. She'd already been so turned on and it hadn't taken long for her arousal to come coursing back through her body. She loved how hard Jeff was and how obviously good she was making him feel. She always felt that sense of pride, no matter who it was that was on the receiving end of one of her blowjobs. She didn't get much pleasure from Jeff himself, but she got tons of it from getting him off.

The moment his dick had entered her mouth, she'd heard an automatic bell sound in her head. Ding! She made that noise every time she began sucking a new penis. Once that tip passed through her lips she was officially giving a blowjob. And that was now the case here. Even if she stopped that instant, Jeff wouldn't be lying if he told anyone he had gotten head from her. For some reason that turned her on as she knew it would be something he'd always have on her.

Jeff couldn't believe what was happening. Never in his dreams did he imagine that she could suck that good. She was so hot and her tits brushing against his legs as she made audible sucking noises up and down his dick was about the hottest thing he'd ever seen or felt. Her blowjobs blew Jessie's out of the water, and that was being kind. He was almost tempted to let her keep going and vacuum up his dick until he exploded. It wouldn't be a bad choice as it was the best feeling he'd ever experienced. But he had gotten her revved up earlier for a reason and since he was probably only getting this one shot, he knew he had to try to push her a bit.

"Easy there killer." Jeff smiled through his words after a minute or two of pleasure as he pulled out of her mouth with a bit of effort.

Rachel was again confused. This was the second time that morning that someone had stopped her in midstream, which was something few guys dared to do. She looked up at him quizzically. But Jeff just grinned at her with a slick expression.

"You gotta spread the love around a bit, baby."

Rachel continued to watch him as he widened his legs and slid down the couch, giving her better access to a bit more of his body. He pulled his dick up so that his sac moved directly to eye level. He spoke again with a grin.

"If I recall, it looked like Rob enjoyed this particular move."

Rachel sighed but she wasn't going to argue. She hadn't intended to give him any special treatment, but maybe because she was so horny she was strangely into it. She smiled without protest and went to work. Just as with Rob, she eagerly ran her tongue all over his sac and licked and sucked every inch. She mouthed and hummed on his balls individually as she swirled them with her tongue. She greedily sucked on the sensitive skin between the base of his penis and the top of his scrotum. She was giving it her all. And then she heard his voice.

"Amazing, baby. Now a little lower."

He shifted his body again raising his legs off the ground slightly.

Rachel smirked to herself. Lower? The guy sure is picky.

Rolling her eyes, she lowered herself further and did what he wanted. She ran her tongue long the very bottom of his sac and then slowly licked her way down to the sensitive flesh between his balls and his ass. She didn't really have a word for that part and it wasn't an area she went down to all that often. But she definitely knew her way around. And it drove guys crazy. She eagerly licked all over and smiled proudly as she heard Jeff moan. Despite everything that was wrong about it, she was actually enjoying getting him off. It was then that he spoke again.

"Yeah baby, yeah. Now lower. All the way."

Rachel froze and shot up to look directly at him. She squinted her eyes. He wasn't asking what she thought he was asking...

She repeated his request with an eyebrow raised. "Lower?" Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Jeff nodded slickly

"Lower, baby. You know what I'm saying. All the way down."

Rachel laughed out loud. "I'm sorry, Jeff, maybe I'm losing my hearing but it sounds a bit like you're asking me to put my tongue in your a-."

Jeff cut her off with a proud grin. "Bingo! Let's not pretend like you're a virgin to a little rim job action."

Rachel's eyes widened as she fired back with an incredulous laugh. "Excuse me? What does that have to do with-? What possibly makes you think I'd even consider-?"

Jeff returned fire. "You said you'd bring your A-game. You said you'd do what I asked when you were writhing in my hand."

Rachel stammered back as her mouth hung open in shock. "That was diff-! I-, you can't expect me to-." She stopped and took a deep breath to find her voice.

"Oh my God, look, I'm, like, totally, naked on your basement floor." She paused and sat up straight, grabbing her boobs for emphasis. "I'm giving you a pretty sweet blowjob and then some. But I gotta draw the line somewhere. If you want, um, that, then you're going to have to go wake up your girlfriend."

Rachel sat back onto her ankles and stared up at Jeff with a combination of amusement and disbelief. The boy had some nerve! She crossed her arms awaited his retort.

But it never came. He just sat still and his face dropped. She scoffed to herself. Of course...

"Lemme guess, she doesn't do it for you?"

Jeff again didn't respond but his eyes let her know she was right.

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. She spoke with an exasperated tone. "Oh my God, really Jeff? Isn't it bad enough that I'm-." She stopped and cleared her throat. "Look, we shouldn't even be down here. I cannot believe that I'm actually giving you head. And now? You want..."

She sighed again and looked directly up at him. Was he playing her with this dejected act? Was he trying to guilt her into doing what he wanted out of pity? And was she really trying to analyze him from her knees with her tits out on display? Finally, Jeff spoke.

"You're right, Rach. You're just so fucking hot and I'm so turned on that I figured you might hook it up. You know, just this once. C'mon, I mean, we've already done this much."

She sighed yet again. These were the moments that she got weak. Her inner-voice spoke firmly. No Rachel. Do not give in. Do NOT. She listened, but she found herself speaking in reply.

"Oh my God, you don't say a word about this, understand?"

Jeff's eyes lit up like fireworks. "Of course, babe. Obviously."

She shook her head as the voice in brain screamed in protest. What the actual fuck, Rachel?? He's playing you! And you're gonna do this for him? THIS??

In a strange way, that was part of the allure. She felt like this particular act was dirty and a bit degrading. And she felt like in general he had been degrading her all along. In a twisted way, that turned her on and made her want to please him more. She felt like lowering herself to this level was strangely erotic. And if it didn't make sense in her head, it did between her legs.

Rachel sighed one final time and shot him a sarcastic grin.

"I guess it's your lucky day."

Jeff sprung to action and got in position. He slid way down the couch so that his legs were now in the air giving Rachel a nice view of a part of him she had never intended to see. He looked up the ceiling and shook his head. He was grinning wider than he ever had before.

Rachel scooted between Jeff's legs and grabbed a hold of his dick. He had lost some of his hardness during their break so she figured she needed to get him back to attention. She leaned in and resumed sucking him deep like she had never been interrupted. She skillfully pumped up and down on his shaft until she felt him swelling in her mouth once more.

She then released his dick from her mouth and prepared to move further south. And she made all her prior stops again for good measure. She tongued and sucked all over his balls and slowly made her way back lower. She again eagerly licked all over that area while his moans grew louder.

This time, however, Rachel allowed her tongue to probe lower and lower as she licked her way around. She was getting closer to her target area and she paused to take a breath and collect herself.

Sensing her approach, Jeff reached his hands down to his ass and gently spread his cheeks apart. Holy fuck. His heart was pounding.

This was it, Rachel thought. She was now staring directly at an image she'd never dreamed she'd be seeing. She had to laugh as she wondered how she had even gotten here. It couldn't have been even 30 minutes ago that Rob had innocuously offered her a cigarette. Now she was seconds away from doing something she was hesitant to even say out loud, to a guy who had a girlfriend sleeping upstairs. A guy that had never treated her like much more than a slut. She was about to cross a line with him that she could not uncross. It was making her head swim with arousal.

She took a deep breath, positioned herself, and leaned in. She started her tongue up by his balls again but this time headed straight down. She crossed down past the base of his crack and finally touched her tongue to the hole.

Sparks flew in Jeff's head as his dick jerked violently. God, she was actually doing it. She was actually fucking doing it.

Rachel again gently probed around the rim before finally giving in and plunging forward. She forcefully shoved her tongue into his ass and flicked it back and forth violently. She pressed her face further and coated the entire area with full, generous licks. Her nose and most of her face was now firmly between his cheeks and she brought her hands up to the back of his thighs for balance. Jeff was spread open wide now and she was pleasuring him with all that she had. She began a series of quick, forceful vertical licks sweeping from the bottom of his ass clean across the hole. Like a cat cleaning its paw.

Jeff was losing his mind. His cock was thrashing around out of control with every lick and poke. He's never felt anything like this and he was sure if even the slightest breeze hit his dick that he would erupt like a volcano. He didn't believe he could get off without his dick even being touched but the ecstasy that Rachel was laying on him was out of this world.

He decided he would let her keep at it for as long as he could hold out. Getting his dick sucked had been incredible and having his balls licked, even better. But this current act was simply unreal. She was down there tonguing away and there was no way on earth he'd be stopping her.

Rachel, for her part, was getting into it. She couldn't believe she had agreed to this and further that she was now enjoying it. Here was this guy that she didn't even really like but she had agreed to everything he'd asked. She was completely naked and going at him full-bore. She was furiously licking and swirling places that few people had to stomach to go and she was doing it for him because his sweet girlfriend wouldn't. She felt dirty and used and it was making twist with arousal.

And Jeff's reactions were fueling her fire. She had glanced up once or twice to see his cock violently quaking. It was strained and purple and it thrashed like it was trying to break free from his body. Jeff was mumbling to no one in particular. Oh my God. Oh my GOD. Holy shit. Never been so fucking hard. Oh my- fuuuck. It was like he was in a trance. Rachel's chest quivered with excitement as she felt the power of bringing this boy to unimaginable ecstasy.

As Jeff had crudely pointed out, she had done this particular thing with a few guys before. But this was definitely the deepest she'd ever dived in, both literally and figuratively. She had been dutifully licking away for a few minutes when finally she plunged her tongue hard inward and curled it back up with force.

And that was the final straw. Jeff's body lurched as he felt it coming. He swung forward and suddenly his dick was pointing straight at Rachel's face. Alarmed, she looked at him in panic realizing what was next. She moved quickly to open her mouth and get it out in front of his head. But she was too late.

Jeff reached down and grabbed his shaft just as he lost control. He exploded violently and the first shot nailed Rachel right on the forehead. The next hit her on the cheek and nose. She kept her mouth open but she finally gave up on trying to get him back in. She simply closed her eyes and grimaced as she took what he had.

Jeff wasn't done. This was the most ferocious orgasm he'd ever had and he was pumping shot after shot onto her face. It was wild and out of control and he moaned almost painfully as his dick continued to jerk. He hit her in the lips and chin and then onto her lower neck. With a few forceful tugs, he finally began to lose power as he emptied more and more onto her soft chest.

With a guttural groan, Jeff did finally hit the finish line and he collapsed back onto the couch. He panted hard and focused his eyes onto her for the first time as the blood finally began to return to this brain. He sucked in a breath. The view in front of him would've gotten him rock hard again in an instant had he not just had the orgasm of his life.

Rachel covered in his cum. There was some running down her forehead over her eyebrow. More was spread onto her left cheek. Some had dribbled past her lips and onto her chin. Her neck had a few messy lines and, best of all, each of her perfect breasts had long thin streaks running completely over them, starting at the top of her cleavage down to her nipples. Some had even dripped off and landed onto her flat stomach. It was like goddamn art. He'd never been so proud.

Rachel, on the other hand, was in shock. She didn't know the extent of the mess but she was aware that she had been blasted in the face at least once and she could feel cum oozing off her lips and onto her chest. She could taste him a little in her mouth but it seemed like the vast majority had found its way onto various parts of her face and chest. She swallowed what she felt on her tongue and looked down at herself to assess the damage.

Her boobs were a mess. She didn't know what her face looked like but she couldn't believe he had actually came that much. It was seemingly everywhere. She stared at herself in shock for several seconds, almost forgetting that Jeff was even there. Finally, she looked back up at him and found her voice.

"Jesus. What the hell was that??"

Jeff simply grinned and let out a little chuckle. "Just the fruit of your hard labor. It's a compliment, really."

She rolled her eyes and shot back at him. "Hilarious. You wanna, um, get me something for this?" She looked at him with annoyance, holding her palms out for effect.

Jeff mindlessly reached over and grabbed the first thing he touched and tossed it to her. Rachel's eyes widened and she tried to object.

"No! Not tha-!"

Rachel moved to duck and avoid touching what he had thrown at her. It was her t-shirt. She certainly wasn't going to use that to wipe herself off. It was the only shirt she had. Despite her best efforts though, the shirt hit her in the face, just before she was able to swat it away. She hissed at him angrily.
"You asshole! I gotta wear that, remember? Don't exactly want your handiwork splattered all over it!"

Jeff only laughed weakly. "Haha, my bad, girl. Was just trying to help."

Rachel fumed. The hell he was. He had done that on purpose! He was trying to degrade her further. She had just finished blowing him and finishing him off with the best rim job she'd ever given and on top of coming all over her face and body like she was some porn queen, he gave her one final jab by tossing over her one clean shirt to help clean her up.

She looked around furiously and saw an open door to a bathroom. She hopped up carefully, trying not to let anything spill off her. Her tits bounced as she tramped over to the door. Jeff watched her stomp away and admired her incredible, tight ass. Her ass was only thing he hadn't really gotten a good view of yet. He laughed to himself at the thought. That didn't seem fair, given what a great view of his she had gotten...

Rachel turned on the faucet and went to work cleaning herself off. She unrolled wad after wad of toilet paper and roughly rubbed all evidence of Jeff from her face and body. Thankfully it appeared that none had gotten in her hair. She scoffed. How lucky!

It took a few minutes, but after some thorough scrubbing, she finally appeared to be clean. She grabbed a hand towel and patted down her face and breasts. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jeff was watching with a smile. God, he must be enjoying this, she thought.

As she folded the towel back and gave herself a final look in the mirror, she ran he tongue idly over her teeth and around the inside of her mouth. She could still taste Jeff a little bit and while that sort of thing rarely bothered her, it did in in this instance. Not only because she had gone to a much further place with him, but because she felt guilty about submitting to him given the circumstances. She swallowed dryly and turned her head to call out to him.

"Hey, do you have, like, gum or something?"

Jeff's smirked and grinned at her with the same annoyingly smug smile he'd been wearing since their episode had concluded. He took in her image, completely naked and standing impatiently in the bathroom door. He let his eyes soak in her body for a few seconds before responding casually.

"Um, there might be some mouthwash or something in the cabinet in there. Just don't forget, you're not supposed to swallow it."

Rachel glared at him before turning back towards the sink. She opened the cabinet doors and located a small bottle that looked like it hadn't been touched in a while. She untwisted the cap and took a large sip, letting the cool, minty burn run over her tongue. She swished around for several seconds before spitting neatly into the sink and rinsing it away. She smacked her lips and ran her tongue over her teeth again. She did feel a little better.

She walked back over to the couch and stood in front of Jeff, wondering for the moment what she should do next. She was giving him a great view of her freshly cleaned body but she figured they were way past any sense of modesty. Still, her total nakedness again made her feel bad. She had given him everything he wanted. There was nothing left. Well, there was one thing; she hadn't fucked him. But that seemed like a pretty hollow distinction.

Jeff had pulled his shorts back up and was drinking in Rachel's total nakedness with amusement. She was literally standing over him just a few feet away with not a stitch of clothing to her name. The image made him shake his head. He thought of all the times she'd refused his advances over the years. He'd pretty much given up on ever getting with her. She'd always been pretty much a slut as far as he was concerned and he figured that hadn't changed over the past year at her new school. But still. Everything had just gone so easily that morning. Rob he could understand, seeing how they had dated. But up until the moment he'd had her sprawled naked across his lap, Jeff had half-expected her to call it off. His eyes shot down between her legs as he remembered the sensation of fingering her. He grinned. He couldn't resist...

"Hang on, Rach." He sat up so he was almost touching her. "You got something on your-."

"What? Where?" She whirled around and checked herself furiously. "What?"

Jeff indicated with his hand. "No, come here. You have some-. I'll help."

Rachel stepped closer to him so that her stomach was inches from his face. Jeff started to reach out for her leg and then with a quick maneuver, he slid a finger along the base of her pussy all the way up to her strip.

A shock wave ripped through Rachel's body and she almost lost her balance as she realized what he was doing. He had just wanted to do this one last thing to mess with her further.

Jeff looked up at her with mock innocence and laughed. "Sorry, babe. I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist. I had to touch that one last time. Just had to. Wow!"

Rachel angrily swatted him away and reached for her shorts on the ground as she gave him an irritated yell.

"Seriously? You are like biggest dick ever."

After all she'd done for him? Stripping down and doing every little dirty thing he asked? And he still couldn't resist using her for whatever sick impulse he had at the moment. Her body wasn't even hers.

Rachel turned away from him and snatched her clothes up off the floor. She stepped into her shorts and pulled them up to her hips. She then slid the shirt back over her head and chest and finally found a bit of comfort being clothed again. And that's when she felt it.

Something felt sticky and wet alongside her left boob. She looked down and twisted the shirt to get a better look. Shit. That asshole. When Jeff had thrown the shirt at her, it had brushed up against her forehead taking a bit of cum with it. Now she had a moderately sized wet spot and a few minor splatters stretched along the side of her breast. She clenched her jaw and hissed at him

"Oh my God, I told you this would happen!! What the hell?"

Jeff couldn't help but smile but he caught himself. "C'mon, it's not that bad. Just looks like you spilled a drink or something." He covered his mouth, not really believing his words.

Rachel scoffed at him. "Oh yeah. Looks just like that, dumbass. Must've been that white, gooey vodka I had earlier."

Truthfully, it wasn't that awful. It was definitely noticeable for someone who was looking and knew what they were looking at. But if she kept her arm at her side, she could cover most of it and hopefully she could get out of the house before too many people saw her.

As if on cue, they both heard the floor creak above them. Someone was walking around.

Jeff snapped to attention and muttered in alarm. "Shit. C'mon, we gotta get up there before someone wanders down here and sees us."

By "someone," Rachel knew whom he was referring to. She rolled her eyes but nodded. She didn't want any attention any more than he did.

They quickly crept up the stairs and peeked through the basement door. No one appeared to be stirring so they pushed on and entered the living room. The scene looked exactly the same as before they had gone down and everyone seemed to still be asleep. Rachel glanced at the oven clock. 6:42. She shook her head with disgust. She sure had accomplished a lot by such an early hour...

They noticed Kevin on the same couch and they tiptoed over to catch his attention. Jeff winked at him as Rachel's face burned with shame. She wondered if he had heard them at all through the floor. It didn't really matter. Even if he didn't know the gory details, it wasn't like he hadn't known what Jeff had taken her down there for.

Jeff grinned at Kevin as they approached the couch. He was standing behind Rachel, his hands still on her waist. He whispered happily to his friend.

"Whattup, bro? Dude, you're the man. Thanks again for looking out!"

Kevin physically winced as he took in the words. Jeff was actually thanking him for watching out while his prom date gave him a blowjob in the basement. Kevin knew that they didn't realize he'd watched. But it obviously wasn't a secret. He forced a smile but coughed sarcastically.

"You guys smoked that bowl, huh?"

Rachel swallowed in embarrassment but Jeff only grinned as he fired back jokingly.

"Oh yeah. Well, I mean, Rachel did all the 'smoking' actually..."

Rachel's cheeks caught fire and she turned her head back to Jeff with a look of shock. She whispered at him harshly.

"Oh my God, Jeff. Shut up!"

She glanced back sheepishly at Kevin and averted her gaze. It was clear that he had picked up on Jeff's innuendo. His face looked tight and tense.

Jeff rolled his eyes and shook his head. He didn't see what the big deal was. It wasn't a mystery what Rachel had done. They all knew it. Why act weird about it? If anything, Kevin should be looking to get his own piece of the action. The guy took her to prom, for God's sake!

"C'mon, what? I'm just sayin! I mean, Kevin's a cool dude. You should be like doing something nice for him or something."

Rachel could feel every nerve in her face tingling. It was bad enough that she was facing Kevin while they all knew what she'd just done. Now Jeff was making some unsubtle hints about what she should do next. How much more awkward could the moment get?

She shook her head and simply muttered dismissively, almost under her breath.

"Something nice for-? Jeff, just shut up. My God."

Jeff scoffed as he looked past Rachel's head to Kevin. He could tell Kevin was uncomfortable with the whole conversation. He thought again how it was kinda messed up that he'd commandeered the boy's date for a blowjob. But it had been so worth it. Still, Kevin deserved something to make him feel better. And since Rachel was being stubborn...

With a quick thought and an even quicker move, Jeff adjusted his hands on Rachel's hips and grabbed the corners of her shirt. He winked at Kevin, and before Rachel could react, he flipped the front of her shirt up over her chest, letting her tits spill free.

Kevin's jaw dropped. Of all the various images he'd gotten of Rachel that morning, the one currently before his eyes might have been the best: her magnificent rack standing at full attention. He stared hard and felt his pants tighten.

Rachel gasped in a complete state of paralyzing shock. What the in the fuck was Jeff thinking? She couldn't yell or risk waking people up so she just stood there frozen like an idiot as her prom date friend stared agape at her naked boobs. She was mortified.

Just as quickly as he had exposed her, Jeff whipped her shirt back down covering Rachel back up. He grunted in mild pain as Rachel elbowed him in the ribs but he managed a satisfied smile. He nodded at Kevin.

"Oof! You're welcome, bro!"

Rachel looked at Kevin with shame. Not only had she just exposed herself to him, it wasn't even on her own terms. That was the worst part. Jeff had done it for her like she was a possession of his. Like he could do what he wanted with her body for his own amusement. And it was cruel to Kevin also. Jeff had staged it as something nice he was doing, but it was also teasing him. Throwing him a bone while they both knew he had just taken Rachel downstairs to get his dick sucked. Something she'd never do for Kevin.

Jeff rubbed his ribs playfully as Rachel glared at him. He was enjoying his fun but he suddenly remembered why they had come upstairs in the first place. His smile turned inquisitive and he raised an eyebrow at Kevin.

"Anyway, thanks again for hooking it up. But we heard footsteps. Is someone up-?"

Kevin shook from his trance and stood up from the couch. He nodded and was about to say something when his eyes widened and he fell silent. Rachel and Jeff studied his face with confusion before something made them freeze. A voice sounded behind them. A girl's voice.

"Thanks for hooking what up?"

Jessie.

Jeff was the first to recognize her voice so he acted quickly. He firmly pushed Rachel into Kevin's arms and spun around to face her. Thankfully, Jessie had just gotten up and was sleepily rubbing her eyes. Jeff exhaled, feeling a little safer. He smiled warmly and held his hands out for her to come over.

"Good morning, sunshine." He grinned as she walked over slowly and gave him a hug and small kiss.

Jessie turned to Kevin and Rachel and yawned again with a sleepy smile. "What are you guys up to? Hooked what up?"

"We're just chilling," Jeff responded coolly. "Oh, and I couldn't find my keys to run out for some smokes so Kevin let me take his car for, um, a ride." His eyes sparkled at Kevin and Rachel. "Kevin's a good dude. Always taking care of his friends."

Jeff's words caused both Kevin and Rachel to flinch. What a cocky son of a bitch, Rachel thought. She adjusted herself nervously in Kevin's arms, trying to make it look like they were nice and cozy.

Jessie glanced over at them. She smiled at Rachel briefly before focusing her eyes a bit. She giggled to herself as she took note of Rachel's appearance. Damn, that shirt was pretty tight, she thought. Jessie never had any real problems with Rachel. She knew her reputation and thought she was a bit of a slut but she didn't really judge too much. Her eyes narrowed further though as she caught a glimpse of something on Rachel's stretched tee. Was that...?

She brought her head back and her eyes widened. Jessie might be a good girl but she also was no dummy. She recognized the fresh stain on her shirt. Jeff pretty much asked her to give him head anytime they were alone and she had occasionally caught a little bit of his handiwork on various articles of her clothing.

Jessie's surprised face turned into a knowing smile as she grinned at Kevin and Rachel. So that's why they looked so nervous! Wow, good for Kevin, she thought. She knew he was a nice guy and that his prom situation with Rachel was purely a friend thing. She never imagined that the two of them would actually hook up! Good for him, she repeated again to herself.

Kevin was confused by this exchange but Rachel knew exactly what was going on. She saw Jessie's knowingly look as her eyes had crossed over the wet spot Rachel had been trying to hide. She was embarrassed but knew she couldn't blow their cover so she played along. She shot Jessie a sheepish grin in return and bit her lip. Sold, she thought.

Jessie smirked and turned back to her boyfriend. "Baby, you wanna go grab some coffee or breakfast? I'm hungry." She caressed his hair playfully.

Jeff grinned widely and nodded. "You took the words right out of my mouth. "I'm starving. I feel completely...empty." He lingered over this last word and glanced at Rachel out of the corner of his eye.

"Drained, even."

"Great!" Jessie replied happily, completely oblivious to his innuendo. "I'll drive, unless you've found your keys."

"No, go ahead, you can drive. Let's roll! Catch you two later!"

Rachel swallowed as Jeff put his arm around Jessie and turned down the hallway towards the front door. As they walked away, Rachel heard her whisper.

"That's some shirt Rachel has on. Guess some things don't change." They both laughed a bit, and in a second, they had disappeared out the door and into the early morning sunshine.

Rachel and Kevin stood motionless for a good long while. Neither really knew what to say. Rachel's cheeks were flushed with a combination of embarrassment, shame, and anger. Her mind raced as she replayed the events of the last hour in her head. How had things gotten so out of control so quickly?

One minute she was outside smoking a cigarette and in an instant, everything had turned upside down. What started as some innocent and playful flirting had led to her stripping down and blowing two guys within less than half an hour. Giving Rob such an enthusiastic and thorough blowjob after just minutes of coaxing had been crazy enough. But her second round with Jeff and the events immediately after made her head spin.

She'd gotten completely naked for him allowed him to finger her before getting so worked up that she'd practically begged to suck him off. And obviously she'd gone well above and beyond in the ways she pleasured him. The final cherry on top had been Jessie noticing the wet spot on her shirt only to assume she had slutted it up with some other guy. Jessie had left with Jeff to grab breakfast, but not before making a smart comment under her breath about Rachel's promiscuity. Rachel's ears burned with ire.

And Jeff had humiliated her twice. First he pulled her shirt up, exposing her boobs to her confused and obviously very jealous prom date. Then, he'd had the nerve to joke with Jessie about how "drained" he was feeling as they left for breakfast.

Of course, Jessie didn't have the slightest clue that the reason he was so famished was that not ten minutes prior, Rachel had just finished draining his body of every last ounce of cum. She had done things for him that Jessie would never even contemplate. She had submitted to his dirty requests and given Jeff the most violent orgasm of his life. As Jessie silently judged Rachel for her tight shirt and slutty reputation, she didn't even know the half of it.

How fast would her brain melt out of her ears had she known that her lovely boyfriend had just coaxed Rachel, kneeling naked on his basement floor, into sucking his dick (and beyond) with fury until he exploded and drenched her? All while Jessie rolled around sleepily in her bed upstairs. The sweet couple were probably sipping lattes and spreading cream cheese on their bagels, while earlier in the morning Jeff had been exploring every inch of Rachel's incredible body as she moaned in his lap. Rachel's shame and revulsion mixed with feelings of power and superiority. Although she had been completely used by Jeff for no other purpose than to get him off, she felt a strange swelling of pride when recalling just how much pure pleasure she had brought him. Pleasure his judgmental girlfriend could never provide. She felt her fists clench. That snotty bitch...

Rachel suddenly caught herself and her anger subsided. What the hell was her problem? What were these thoughts running through her head? Jessie was a nice girl and had made one moderate comment under her breath. A comment that was hardly out of line given the current state of things. Rachel was the one who had just depravedly serviced another girl's boyfriend behind her back. She was the one who had shamelessly allowed herself to be coaxed into pleasuring a guy who was in a relationship, just for the hell of it. She was in the wrong. She was the bitch here.

And what was she puffing her chest all out for? Was she really taking some sort of sick sense of pride and pleasure in knowing that she'd done a really swell job as some asshole just used her to get off? Some guy whom she was at best ambivalent to and probably more accurately, didn't much even care for.

She thought of Kevin again with shame. There was a boy who was sweet and kind to her and she'd never even so much as kissed him despite knowing how he likely felt about her. Yet, she was willing to blow an ex-boyfriend on a whim and follow that up with one of the kinkiest hookups she'd ever given to another guy who regarded her like an object. All in the same morning!

Rachel felt like she was going to be sick. All of her lustful arousal from earlier had vanished and her sense of pride and accomplishment at blowing two guys' minds (among other things) was long gone. How long had she been thinking about this prom weekend? How many times over the past two months had she warned herself about losing control? This weekend was supposed to be her escape from everything. It was supposed to be her break from-.
She pushed away the thought. It didn't matter now. She had done the very thing she had promised herself she wouldn't do and she had hurt a few good people along the way (even if not all of them knew it).

She instinctively pushed into Kevin and rested her head onto his chest. He didn't react as he was still holding her in a state of shock. She nuzzled up against him and held him close, feeling warm and hoping that maybe if she stayed there, everything that she had done that morning would be just a bad dream.

Pressed up next to her, his arm wrapped firmly around her shoulder, Kevin was in the middle of his own bad dream. His head was still cloudy and he was trying to make sense of everything that happened since he'd woken up less than an hour prior.

It truly did feel like a dream. One moment he'd been fighting off sleep as he and Rachel joked on the couch. The next, his eyes had opened and she'd been gone. He hadn't even remembered dozing off. And what had followed was a mess of jumbled images, both terrifying and arousing.

He could still feel his heart jumping the moment he'd gotten to the sliding door and seen Rachel out in the grass. Just kneeling delicately in front of Rob, bobbing her head in and out in such a casual manner. She'd actually looked graceful, like she was in middle of a routine she'd practiced over and over. Kevin's clenched his jaw. He didn't want to think about how much "practice" she'd had in her life.

But the delicate grace of that first session didn't compare to the more primal and enthusiastic manner in which he'd seen her engaged the second time. He was sure that the image of Rachel, completely naked with her head buried in Jeff's lap would forever burn in his brain like a brand. It had been so shockingly upsetting and arousing at the same time. She looked so into the job, like she'd been loving every second of it. Like it had truly been her pleasure to let Jeff put his dick in her mouth and she'd been eager to show him how grateful she was to be sucking on it.

He swallowed hard at the thought. He'd put Rachel on such a pedestal for all these years so the idea that she'd just so willingly submit herself like she did was the ultimate, unsolvable mystery. He'd never understand why she'd get with so many guys that he deemed way beneath her in almost every way. Worse, it wasn't like she dated any of them. She just got them off. She casually got on her knees and sucked their dicks. In school bathrooms, house-party bedrooms, cars, and only God knows where else. She just made it so easy for them.

As he thought about it, he unconsciously began to run his arm down Rachel's shoulder as he held her close to him. He felt himself softening a bit as his instinctual need to be there for her began to take over. He didn't mean to, but he absent-mindedly let his hand go past her arm and elbow and rub gently against the side of her chest. He froze. And his heart sank again. This time, through his stomach.

Kevin's fingers had just passed across a wet, almost-sticky spot on Rachel's shirt, right alongside her left breast. He recoiled and quickly pulled away from her, before spinning her back towards him by her arm. He brought his gaze directly to the spot on her shirt and stared at it in horror. He felt the anger begin to rise again.

Rachel knew immediately what he was recognizing and she felt tears begin well up behind her eyes. She already felt awful that Kevin knew (or had a pretty good idea) of what she'd done with Jeff. And she also knew that explicit, blunt evidence like what was splattered crudely on her shirt would only make it more hurtful. She searched his eyes and stayed completely still, afraid to speak.

Kevin took a step back from her and released her arm. His stomach was spinning as the full reality of what she'd done crashed down on him again. He started laughing reflexively, like they were joking around together.

"Wow. Shit, that must've been some smoke you had down in the basement."

Rachel flinched and did everything to keep her tears back. She was beginning to feel light-headed as she stared back at her friend with shame.

"I-, um-. Kevin, c'mon, it's not like-."

Kevin scoffed and jumped back in to cut her off like a prosecutor nailing a lying witness.

"It's not like what? I mean, it's bad enough that you sucked his dick. But with Jessie here, too? What's wrong with you?"

Rachel felt like she'd been hit in the stomach. Kevin had never spoken to her that way. He'd never even questioned her about her boy-related activities. She felt scared and alone as the one ally she seemed to have any more stared daggers at her. She felt a tear drop from her eye and she stumbled to form a response.

"I don't know-. Look, it was a mistake. I was just, like, chatting with him and, like, I drank a lot and, I don't know how-."

Kevin rolled his eyes dismissively as he smirked with disgust. Without even thinking, he fired back with the first thing that popped into his head.

"Ohhhh a mistake! So was Rob a mistake, too? Or, you know, just Jeff?"

He snapped off his words harshly and crossed his arms. He suddenly wondered if he should've admitted that he'd seen her earlier in the yard. But what did it matter at this point?

Rachel put a brought a hand to her mouth and stifled a surprised gasp. She widened her eyes and searched Kevin's face. Rob?? How did he know about that? Had he been-?

She stammered softly. "Rob? I don't know what you're, um-..."

Kevin swallowed as he watched his friend's pretty face contort in pain as she tried desperately to wriggle out of from under his cross-examination. She'd had no idea what he'd actually witnessed her doing that morning and the pure, tortured shock on her face showed it. He again felt his heart begin to soften. He really didn't want to hurt her. He'd just been hurt himself. He sighed and lowered his voice as she looked back at him with glassy eyes.

"Look, Rach, just-. Yeah, I got up and you were gone. So I went to go find you and saw you, um, well you know, out in the yard. Look, whatever." He turned away and sniffed with disdain as stared vacantly over at the wall.

Rachel trembled as she watched him. She wondered if she'd ever been so embarrassed. So not only did Kevin know what she'd done, he'd actually seen her do it. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but also heavy with guilt. God, what must he think of her right now? Darkness crept through her senses as she searched for something to say. She hadn't let anyone down like this since-.

She swallowed the image of the face that popped into her head and pushed it deep, deep down. Tears came stronger but she fought back. She couldn't afford to start thinking about that right now. She was flailing desperately as it was trying to come up with something to make it better with Kevin.

"I, uh, um-." She was physically shaking. "I'm um-, I don't know wha-." She swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry, Kevin. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

Didn't mean to hurt his feelings? She cursed herself immediately. What kind of stupid thing was that to say? Like they were seven years old on a playground and she had stolen his kickball and her mom made her come back to apologize. Hurt his feelings? She had just allowed herself to submissively give in to two of his friends and get them both off. Basically in front of him. He didn't even know the gory details, but they were unimportant. She had done something for them (without much resistance either) that he had only dreamed of her doing for him. The two guys meant pretty much nothing to her and yet, within a handful of hours of seeing them for the first time in over a year, she had serviced them both without so much as an argument. God, if he actually knew what she had done downstairs for Jeff. She shuddered at the thought.

Kevin scoffed and stiffened up. He'd just been starting to calm down but her words made him feel small and unimportant. He composed himself and responded coldly.

"Hurt my feelings? Nah, Rach, you don't owe me anything. Just forget about it. I just didn't think you'd give it up so easy is all."

He caught himself, sensing his words hit their mark. Rachel's sorrowful eyes flashed sudden anger as she absorbed his insult. She set her jaw.

"And what exactly would you know about that? In fact, why am I explaining myself? Who I get with is none of your business."

She, too, had gone too far. She stopped herself as she saw Kevin's face clench. It was a cruel thing to say. It just reinforced the idea that plenty of other guys were getting it from her, and Kevin was not on that list. Guys that could give less than a shit about her, guys whose first names she had barely caught. Guys she wasn't even attracted to but had the good luck of catching her in an aroused state or had the persistence to back her down until she gave them what they wanted. Kevin meant more to her than any of them and he certainly cared a helluva lot more. But while the dick count on Rachel rose and rose, he was never even in the picture. And that stung worse than anything she could say.

Rachel sensed his pain and felt awful again. Her stomach twisted as she searched desperately for a solution. She just kept digging her hole deeper. What could she do? There was nothing she could say. She sucked in a breath as a sudden thought popped into her head. It sent a chill up her spine. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to just...

She stepped back towards him slowly and brought her body in close to his. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned into him. Her breasts pushed up against his chest. Kevin felt an electric surge as she whispered up into his shirt.

"I'm sorry, Kevin. I'm serious. I didn't mean to-, I don't know why I do-." She couldn't finish the thought.

"Maybe I could make it better. Maybe we could, um...?"

Rachel raised her face to look up at Kevin and he looked down to meet her gaze. His expression went from anger to pure confusion. What was she doing? Was she-?

His heart skipped as his brain processed the answer. He opened his eyes wide and held his breath as he watched Rachel move her face in closer to his. His senses went white hot and every hair on his scalp tingled. And all he could do was stay deathly still as Rachel brought her head in close and pushed her lips into his.

NEXT --- Chapter 3: Fair

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Dec 15, 2017 in blowjob

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