Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Prom Ch. 03: Fair

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 2: Descent


CHAPTER 3


Kevin felt a shockwave rip through him as Rachel's mouth made contact with his own. Of all the unexpected moments of the morning, this one might have hit him the hardest. It took him completely off guard but he quickly regained himself as he felt the air crackle around him. He returned the kiss with vigor and squeezed her body in tight to his.

Rachel parted her lips and slid her tongue into Kevin's mouth. It was a passionate kiss and it strangely made her feel warm and safe. Their kissing heated up further as their tongues snaked in and around each other. She was pressing hard into his body and was beginning to feel the slight tingle of arousal again.

She started to walk him back over to the couch and she gently leaned him down into a sitting position. She lowered herself onto him and continued her forceful kissing. She finally left his mouth and started kissing gently along the side of his neck. She whispered.

"I'm so bad to you. You're always there and I'm so bad. You deserve more. You deserve-." Rachel licked her lips and stuck her tongue in his ear. She purred seductively.

"I can make it up to you."

Kevin's dick clenched. Was this really happening? A minute ago he'd been standing, glaring at her as he thought about her slutty transgressions, feeling genuine anger and pain. Now that seemed like ancient history and all he could focus on was the girl of his dreams passionately kissing all over him and getting him hard as a rock.

Rachel sensed his excitement and increased the intensity of her kissing. She worked her way down around his neck and back up the other side. She then grabbed ahold of his face and plunged her tongue back into his mouth. She felt warm and happy, like she was doing something right and wholesome instead of dirty and cheap. A pang of guilt shot back into her brain as she suddenly remembered where her tongue had been that morning (and more specifically, where it had been not 15 minutes earlier). He doesn't know, she reassured herself. He doesn't know about...that. She pushed the thought from her mind and continued to kiss him roughly.

And she was right. While Kevin might've otherwise put two and two together, in this moment, where her lips had been prior was the furthest thing from his mind. All he could concentrate on what this beautiful girl making out with him completely out of the blue. He was so shocked and nervous that he wasn't even touching her. His hands sat at his sides on the couch twitching like he was unsure of what to do with them. Rachel read his thoughts and smiled to herself. Poor boy. He had no idea what to do with her.

While still kissing him, she slowly dropped her own hands down to meet his. She guided them up to the sides of her breasts and pushed them firmly together. She unwittingly put his hand directly over the wet spot again but he didn't seem to care or even notice. She released him from her grip and brought her hands own back to the sides of his head.

Kevin's heart was pounding as he now had his hands in a place that he had only dreamed about. He was cautiously cupping the sides of her boobs together, still nervous that somehow he wasn't supposed to be doing it. They felt so firm and yet so soft. Even though he was outside of her shirt, the sensation drove him crazy. Summoning all his courage, he pushed the fear away and began to slide his hands inward towards the front of her shirt. He squeezed in deeply and finally had both her breasts firmly in his grasp. He sucked in his breath.

Rachel felt his timid exploring and sighed gently as his fingers crossed her nipples. It felt good and it made it even better knowing that Kevin was in such ecstasy. She always got off on knowing the pleasure she brought to guys when she was with them, but this time it was more intense. It went beyond physical pleasure, to emotional salvation. However good she was making him feel sexually, she knew that it likely paled in comparison to the good this was doing for his soul. It felt like a righteous thing she was giving him, in stark contrast to the superficial nature of her standard hookups with other nameless guys.

But the bottom line was that she was affecting him sexually. Deeply. And not only did she know it, she could feel it down by her pants. Kevin's hardness was now pressing into her body and she knew she had to make a decision about what to do about it. Part of her didn't want to cheapen what they were experiencing and feeling in the moment by sliding down getting him off. But the other part of her still felt guilty about what she had done with his friends and she knew that despite all the lovey, gushy things she was thinking regarding satisfying him emotionally with some kissing, making him cum was really where the rubber met the road.

Even though it was a crude way to assess things, she found needing to compare what she would do for him with what she had done for Rob and Jeff. She imagined the three boys sitting together in a room swapping stories about prom. She pictured Kevin excitedly bragging that he had made out with her and felt up on her boobs. And then she could see the other boys exchanging grins with Rob talking of her incredible blowjob, and worse, Jeff cockily describing how he got her completely naked and had her begging to suck his cock before getting his ass licked and blowing his load all over her face and body. She shuddered again. That hardly seemed fair.

But, fair? Was that how she should base her sexual decisions? Was she really responsible for bringing some sort of cosmic balance to a boy's sex life? Just because she hooked up with Guy #1, did that mean Guy #2 deserved it too? It was so stupid but she realized (shamefully) that this was in fact how she had gotten herself into plenty of dicey situations. She had a weakness for making things fair.

As her tongue flicked and snaked around inside Kevin's mouth, a memory flooded into her brain.

***

"Rachel. Hey, Rachel! Here!"

Rachel blinked her eyes in confusion and turned her head towards the voice. She giggled sheepishly at the girl sitting next to her and reached out to take the blunt from her fingers. She brought it to her lips and took a small drag, drawing the smoke past her throat and into her lungs. As she exhaled casually and passed it on to the person next to her, she grinned again and shook her head.

"My bad. I guess I just spaced out."

The girl giggled back and rolled her fiery green eyes as she looked away. Rachel watched her for a few seconds as the warm buzz continued to soak through her system. She'd only known Rebecca for a month or so but she was really glad they'd met. Something about her made Rachel feel safe and protected.

In fact, Rebecca had really been the main reason that her transition to Pine Valley Prep had been going so smoothly. They'd met during the first day of field hockey summer practice and they'd hit it off instantly. Rebecca had introduced her to several more people and when school officially started a few weeks later, Rachel had felt like she'd hit the ground running.

Of course, it wasn't as if she'd been a complete stranger to her new school. A few people knew her from hockey and a few more through various friendships. Also, plenty more knew of her even if they didn't know her directly. And that was both good and bad.

While most people were very open and friendly, others didn't like Rachel right off the bat for the standard reasons that she was hot, popular, and they heard she got around. She was charismatic and easily to get along with but some girls simply judged her based on rumors and wild gossip.

The boys, too, were already beginning to take notice, although that wasn't actually through any fault of her own. She hadn't hooked up with anyone. Not a single new penis, she thought proudly. At most she had done some mild flirting and perhaps worn a few enticing outfits. Her reputation was really just gossip, fueled by her past and by the fact that the girls at Pine Valley were becoming well aware that the boys were beginning to line up for her.

It was no surprise that she'd immediately been invited to a few parties as the school year opened. She had promised her parents that she wouldn't drink or smoke weed or get in any more trouble, but of course that had lasted all of a week. But while she'd clearly fallen off the wagon in that regard, she was serious about trying to lay low with the boys. Semi-serious, at least...

She obviously wasn't going to be a nun forever, but getting herself into "trouble" right off the bat probably wouldn't make things any easier with her transition. She had been given a fresh start and she didn't want to blow it. Literally.

With the thought in mind, she turned away from Rebecca and looked back at the group of people and the scene around her. She was sitting on a couch with her two friends from the field hockey team and a few boys she had met casually or seen in the hallways. They had been passing around the blunt that Rebecca had just handed her while joking and laughing as they all slowly got mellow. Somehow, the conversation had gone to the topic of the outfits the girls were wearing in comparison to their uniforms for field hockey.

"You see," said one guy sitting across the way as he pulled a drag off the blunt and pointed to the girls. "That's more what I'm talking about right there. Why can't your uniforms look a little more like this?"

Rachel and Rebecca (and their third friend, Jenn) each glanced down at themselves and then at each other. They then looked up with a giggle and an exaggerated eye roll. It was still early in the fall so the weather was nice and mild. Each girl was coincidentally dressed similarly; they had on tank tops and tight jeans with flip flops. They were different colors and not exactly identical but they did sort of give off the impression of coordination. They had worn jackets to the party but had long since shed them as the evening had worn on.

All three girls were attractive and athletic, with Rachel possibly leading the pack by just a nose. For one, her chest was the most impressive, and given the outfit choice, that was all that mattered for the boys eying them up. Had they been wearing sweaters or even long t-shirts and shorts, Rebecca's full, curvy ass or Jenn's ridiculous, long, toned legs might have stood out more. But with the three almost equally pretty girls lined up with only tight tank tops serving as the point of comparison, most other assets from the neck up and waist down seemed to strangely fade into the background...

Each of them had at least perky, well-sized boobs, but Rachel's were on another level. Her cleavage was high and deep, and the diminutive, white-gold heart locket that hung from her neck and rested snuggly between her breasts appeared like a target for any boys' wandering eyes. Her tank top was a bright mint green and it played off her late-summer tanned skin beautifully. It also wasn't made of the thickest cotton so while her bra wasn't totally visible underneath it, anyone staring hard enough and using their imagination could get a pretty complete picture. And the boys across the couch hadn't been too shy about averting their gazes.

Jenn giggled and shot back at the boy who'd made the comment about their uniforms.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? And it would be so conducive to playing field hockey." She rolled her eyes at him again.

"Hey, your games would attract more fans," he pleaded, throwing his arms up in a mock shrug. "I'm just trying to help!"

"Our games attract fans because we fucking win, dumbass," Rebecca spat at him with a laugh. "You guys should, um, try that out sometime." She pointed her finger at both the boy speaking at the one next to him.

The first guy grinned and spoke again, this time with an air of mocking condescension.

"Rebecca, sweetheart, people come to your games because you wear skirts and tight tops. You think anyone gives a shit about a bunch of silly girls running around with their silly sticks? No, they come for that sweet ass you got (he pointed at her), those ridiculous legs over there (he pointed at Jenn), and especially the new, um, talent you've imported this season." With the last part he winked at Rachel and indicated to her (more specifically to her tits). She blushed a bit and instinctively brought her hand to her chest. As if it was covering anything.

Rebecca smirked and rolled her eyes as she took a sip from her cup.

"Jim, don't be such a douchebag. Maybe you and a few other drooling idiots come to stare at girls' asses, but in case you forgot, we're back to back state champions."

She paused and again indicated to him and the guy to his left.

"Again, perhaps if you guys, you know, won something for once in your lives, people might show up now and again to see you."

"Jim" leaned forward and took another pull from the blunt.

"I don't think you understand how sports work. You see, with girls, no matter how good you are, you're just either hot...or you're not. Yeah, it's cool that y'all have been winning your little titles, but when people come to watch you, they could care less about your skills."

"Now with us, on the other hand, shit is different. When people come to watch men's soccer, they come to watch heroic athletes compete for the glory of the sport, just like in the days of the Greeks!" His voice rose with excitement. He was just getting warmed up.

"Take this motherfucker for instance." Jim he patted the arm of the guy to his left. "He's a goofy fuck and has pretty much nothing going for him in life. But people come to watch him put the fucking ball in the net because he's a fucking good at it. He's a damn beast." He paused again and elbowed his friend in the arm with pride before turning back to the girls.

"As where people will remember you, Rebecca, as that hot field hockey chick with the DSLs and fine ass (he paused to let his backhanded compliment sink in), they'll remember this guy as the all-state soccer stud who broke the scoring record his senior year. It's not even a damn discussion. Can a get a fucking a-men, Chris??"

And with that he held his fist out for his friend, waiting for a return.

The boy to his left smirked and subtly returned the fist-bump. He hadn't spoken much but had been smiling brightly the whole evening. Especially at Rachel. He sat up slightly as he responded.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Dude, don't be a dick. These girls have kicked ass for a while now. And I can't imagine that won't continue with their new help." He again glanced warmly at Rachel.

She felt herself blush again. So that's where she recognized him from. Chris was one of the best soccer players in the state and Rachel had seen him play once or twice. She had also been friends with her share of soccer players ("friends" being an interesting way to describe a few of those relationships) so she had definitely seen him out and about at various parties.

She felt her stomach flutter as his grin lingered over her. Jim, while he had been obviously joking, had certainly sold Chris short with his mock insults. The boy was beautiful. Neatly styled blonde hair with sparkling blue eyes and a melting, bright white smile. Plus, being a terrific athlete, she was sure his body was great. Rachel felt herself tingle a bit. No, Rachel, she thought and shook her head with a laugh.

"Oh, she'll help, all right," Jim cut back in with a laugh, breaking Rachel's day-dreamy thoughts. "How does field hockey work? I'd imagine a rack like that just gets you, what, 2-3 goals added to the scoreboard?"

Jenn and Rebecca giggled, which disarmed Rachel and caused her to laugh too. Jim was pretty much being a condescending dick but they were all just having fun and joking around. There was no real malice in the air as they smoked and got loose. Rachel returned fire with a big grin as she pointed over to Rebecca.

"That ass over there is worth at least three goals. Believe me, I love my boobs, but they don't do anything but get in my way. They're not good for much on the field." She giggled again. Was she being flirty?

Jim narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Well, that must be the only place on earth where they aren't good for much then. Because they're pretty fucking great everywhere else."

Rachel felt his eyes burning through her as he finally concluded his speech. "Which brings me back to my original point that a uniform change for all of you is definitely in order!"

All three girls giggled and shook their heads again, but Rachel stopped laughing first as she became keenly aware at how sharply both Jim and Chris were looking at her. Jim was eying her chest like a tiger sizing up its prey, and Chris, while his gaze was completely warm and nonthreatening, was still focusing on her pretty hard. She became a little self-conscious all of a sudden as her thoughts went back to how she'd intended to "lay low" on the boy scene for a little while longer. She also became aware again of just how buzzed she was and she quickly realized she'd need to focus and remain in control.

She figured this would be a good time to get up and leave the tension of this situation and move around the party a bit. Maybe clear her head and get a little air. She muttered something about how the boys were crazy and excused herself to go to the bathroom. With that, she left the group on the couch and walked away, still feeling the boys' eyes on her.

Her plan to escape the situation ended up with mixed results. She did successfully float around the party and avoid Jim and Chris's stares for a while. She talked with other people and had a cigarette and generally stayed away from any further "trouble." However, she also found herself drinking more as she chatted people up, and before long, she realized she was solidly buzzing. Maybe even moderately drunk.

Probably an hour had passed since Rachel had been on the couch with her friends when she found herself leaning up against a wall in one of the hallways by herself. The girl she had just been chatting with had gone outside to grab a smoke and Rachel didn't really feel like joining. She didn't smoke cigarettes very often at all, only when she was drinking and never more than one per night. Any more than that made her a little loopy and she always woke up with a gross taste in her mouth.

So there she was, leaning against the wall, her head spinning pleasantly, wondering who she'd go talk to next. And, all of sudden, there he was next to her.
"Hey, you."

Rachel spun around to see Chris smiling brightly at her. She hadn't even heard him approach.

"Hey," she replied softly, probably sounding a little sexier than she had intended. "Where'd you come from?"

He grinned at her and shrugged his shoulders. "Nowhere, really. Just saw you standing alone and figured I'd come say hi. Didn't want to be rude and not formally introduce myself to our newest student. I'm Chris." He held out his hand and smiled again.

Rachel grinned and shook his hand back. "What a pleasure to meet you, sir," she responded jokingly with a giggle. She glanced at his other empty hand. "Are you not drinking? Oh, I'm Rachel, by the way!" She laughed again at her forgetfulness.

He smiled at her coolly and nodded. "I know who you are."

Rachel swallowed. Uh oh. It might not have meant anything, but in her experience, that wasn't always a good sign. She began to furrow her brow but Chis immediately jumped in to reassure her.

"Oh no, no, no! All good things. Trust me."

She smiled and relaxed, but that still wasn't entirely convincing. There was a decent chance that these "good things" involved Rachel's proclivity for "friendliness" with other guys. The thought both worried her and gave her another slight tingle. God, Chris was hot. She licked her lips as he spoke again.

"Oh and, um, yeah, not drinking tonight. I try to be good, in-season. I guess I'm not the natural athlete you are."

As Chris grinned through his words, Rachel raised her eyebrows mockingly and pouted her lips.

"Awww, that's okay sweetie," she teased. "Not everyone can be on this level all the time." She took another sip from her cup and winked at him before turning her tone more playfully curious.

"So how do you know me exactly?" She was fully aware that she might not like the answer, but she also couldn't help flirting with him a bit. He was gorgeous and she was feeling warm all over. "I'm guessing from my fame as a star athlete?"

"Well, yeah, I mean you're definitely famo-." Chris smiled and caught himself. He switched gears.

"No, I mean, I've seen you out and actually I think we have a few friends in common. You know Kyle and Logan? From Taylor Reed? They play socc-.

Rachel beamed. "Oh, oh yeah! Of course. Yeah, I know them. Ha ha. Yeah, love them. Funny guys. I haven't seen them in-."

She suddenly stopped and sucked in her breath as she realized what they had in common. They were both soccer players back at Taylor Reed, like Chris had indicated. But something else linked them to her. Something that had more to do with her ball skills than theirs...

Chis smiled again, smirking slightly. "Yeah, they're great. Oh, and what about Dan Miller? You know Dan, right?"

Rachel's head swam. Daaaaaaan Miller, she thought slowly, trying to put a face to the name. Dan Miller, Dan Miller. Dan Mill-.

Chris sensed her struggling so he jumped in to help. "You know Dan. Tall guy? Like pretty tall. 6'4" or so. Black hair. Wears those stupid aviators all the time, even when he's insid-."

"Yes!" Rachel blurted out triumphantly, cutting him off. "Yes, yes, of course. Yeah, I know Dan! And I remember those stupid glasses. That's hilarious. Yeah, I just didn't know what his last name-."

Rachel stopped again. Her stomach sunk a bit. She knew what Kyle, Logan, and Dan had in common. She hoped that wasn't what he was getting at...

"Yeah, I thought you knew them," Chris replied knowingly. He started to cut to the chase. "Well, they all speak very highly of you. They say you're a very, um, friendly girl. Very...thoughtful."

Rachel swallowed hard. "Oh, um, do they now?"

Her voice cracked a bit. She felt her cheeks getting warm.

Chris took a step closer to her and lowered his voice. "Yeah, in fact, when I told them we were going to school together now, they actually teased me a bit. Made me kinda jealous."

Rachel couldn't make eye contact so she stared into her drink and started to take a sip. She spoke softly into her cup.

"Um, jealous of what?"

Chris leaned in close so he was practically touching her. Rachel trembled and cursed herself. God, he smelled good, too! She stayed completely still as he brought his lips close to her ear and whispered:

"They said you give the best head they've ever gotten. And it's not even close."

Rachel's whole body tensed and the hair on her neck shot up. She'd halfway-expected that kind of answer but it still hit her like an electric shock. No wonder Chris had been staring at her all evening. He'd probably been fantasizing about getting a blowjob from her for a while now. She felt the stir of arousal as butterflies circled her stomach. She choked on her drink and she kept looking down.

"Is that so?" It was all she could muster.

Chris kept the heat on her and spoke matter-of-factly as he stayed in close. "That's what they said."

Rachel had no idea how to respond. "Well, um, I-." She cleared her throat and looked back up at him with a stupid grin.

"Well, we aim to please."

Her mind raced and she cursed herself again. Oh my God, Rachel! We aim to please? What kind of a stupid thing was that to say? Really? Really??

Chris leaned back and half-smiled. Her goofy response had caught him off guard, too. He didn't really know what she was going to say when he had dropped the bomb on her but at least she hadn't gotten pissed and slapped him or stormed away or something. He thought about how he would keep the ball rolling.

"Well, it does sound like you can be quite the pleaser when you want to be." He paused and licked his lips. "I guess the question is, how friendly are you feeling right now?"

Rachel turned to face him fully as her eyes went up and down his body. He was very attractive, and obviously quite confident, but also not in an asshole kind of way. He was warm and friendly and he was completely turning her on. All things being equal, she'd absolutely get on her knees for him. She'd probably do more. But she remembered her little promise about being good for a while as she settled into her new situation.

"Well, um, I'm feeling good, I gue-, I, uh, don't know what exactly you mea-"

Chris cut her off. A hint of playful pleading was in his voice.

"It's just that you know how those guys can be. They're merciless. They've been giving me shit nonstop about it for weeks. I mean, I gotta see such a pretty girl like you every day in school and then still hear about it from them on the soccer field. That's just not fair, right?"

There was that word. "Fair." Was it up to Rachel to somehow right this made-up wrong? Because she, at various times, had given blowjobs to three guys who were randomly connected to a fourth standing in front of her, did she now owe him something? Was it cruel if she turned him down, knowing he was catching heat, even though that had nothing to do with her?

"Chris, it's um, just that, I um-. Look, I think you're cute, like really, you are, like, fucking very cu-. Uh, it's just that I don't think that I shou-."

Chris sensed her floundering and he now had confirmation that there was some attraction present. So he pushed further and sighed with a large smile.

"And then there's this outfit you got on..."

He was easily taller than her and was now looking directly down into the amazing view of her cleavage. He could see the cups of her bra as her full breasts pulsed up and down in time with her quickening breath. He boldly reached a finger out and looped it around the strap of her tank top and ran it down from her shoulder across her softening flesh.

"I mean, you're killing me here! You know that, right?"

Rachel trembled with excitement as the tip of his finger edged down her chest. You don't have to do this, she reminded herself firmly. Yeah, he's really cute, but you don't just have to blow him because his friends are teasing him. That's the most ridiculous reason ever! Look at him! I'm sure he does just fine with the ladies. It's not your responsibility to satisfy him. Don't start off on the wrong foot so early in the year.

It all made sense, but like the angel and devil on her shoulder, another voice perked up as well. What do you care what people think? Look at him! He's gorgeous. I bet his body is excellent and his dick is great. Getting him off would be so, so hot. Picture yourself making him moan. No one else can do it as good as you. His friends even said so! And that is really cruel of them to tease him. Poor baby. He probably feels like an idiot getting made fun of every day. And it is partially your fault.

Whether it was her lust or her hazy state of mind, Rachel found herself leaning towards her devil. She knew it wasn't a good idea but...

"Well, I mean, I guess that is kinda cruel of them," Rachel replied mischievously, her wide eyes looking up at his. "I'd hate to be the reason a pretty boy like you gets made fun of. I just, I'm not sure if it's a good idea that I be-. I mean, I just started school here and-."

Chris had her weakened and needed to seal the deal. He swept his finger across her cleavage and brought it up to her chin. He raised her face to his and looked directly into her eyes as he spoke softly.

"Hey, don't worry. It's gonna be fine. You got nothing to worry about. Trust me."

With that he reached down and took Rachel by her free hand. He led her down the hallway to the base of the stairs and started to walk up. Not resisting at all, she let him lead her up the stairs and into the second floor hallway. From there, Chris looked around a bit before turning towards an open bedroom door at the end of the hall. He again pulled her hand gently behind him and led her through the door.

They had passed several people on their way through the house and received plenty of looks. A few raised eyebrows, a couple knowing whispers. Some grins and nods from the guys and a few glares from the girls. This was the reputation part. It wasn't like she could do what she did in secret. People weren't stupid and once she went down that path, she couldn't just put the toothpaste back in the tube.

Chris gently closed the door behind them and surveyed the room to make sure they were alone. When he was satisfied, he glanced around for a good place to go. His eyes settled on a clothing chest sitting at the foot of a twin bed. He figured it would be a good place to sit and even lay back onto the soft mattress as he enjoyed her generosity. He walked over to the chest and sat down gingerly, testing it for its strength. He then looked over at Rachel, who was still standing by the door, and gave her a wink.

She looked so hot. Her soft, straight hair fell just past her shoulders. Her tan skin glowed against the green tank top. Her chest stuck out impossibly. And her tight jeans wrapped like a body glove along her firm ass and toned legs. Even her small feet and brightly colored toe nails were sexy.

Rachel took a huge gulp of her drink (finishing it) and thought about where she was. She had "officially" known this boy for less than ten minutes, but here she was, in a random bedroom, about to get on her knees and get to know him a whole lot better. She was astonished at how easily or quickly she was sometimes talked into this type of thing.

Her stomach twisted as she thought of the other students that had seen her go up into the room with a boy. The rumors would certainly be swirling now. Even if all she and Chris did was discuss their physics homework for the next half hour, no one would ever believe it. Even if she left at that very instant after being alone with him for only a moment, people would still whisper that she must've shown him her tits or something. Her fate was sealed either way. So she might as well enjoy herself.

Rachel sighed and walked over to Chris and set her empty cup down on the chest he was sitting on. She paused in front of him to take in his body. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and some dark jeans. She wondered if maybe he wanted to make out for a while first, which was something she was definitely down for since he was so hot and she was pretty drunk and feeling frisky. She decided to find out.

She stepped into his body and pushed herself down onto him. He had his hands on the clothing chest for support so he rocked back to take her weight. She gently kissed him on the lips and probed her tongue out. He opened his mouth and returned the kiss. She ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head and moaned gently as she pressed her body into his further. It was great.

While still supporting her weight, Chris rocked forward and brought his hands up from his sides. He immediately went to her chest and began rubbing and groping around. Unsatisfied, he reached for the bottom of her tank top and gave it a playful tug. Rachel broke away from the kiss and smiled knowingly as she rocked back off his lap. She crossed her arms below her and, with a quick swoop, she yanked her shirt over her head revealing her bra and gorgeous tits.

She tossed the tank on the floor and brought her hands to his shirt. She didn't try to pull it off but she ran her hands up underneath it over his stomach to his chest. As she had suspected, he had tight, muscular abs and a nice firm chest. She dug her nails into his flesh gently and scratched her fingers back down. She lowered her face back to his with a smile and resumed their making out.

Rachel could've gone on kissing him all night but his face told her what he wanted from her. With a half-disappointed, half-excited sigh, she pushed herself off him and got back to her feet. Then, with a sexy smile, she slowly dropped to her knees and scooted up between his legs. She reached her small hands up to his belt buckle and began to undo it. She then unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. Undoing a guy's zipper was always one her favorite parts of the process. It was strangely erotic, like she was opening him up. It was also one of the final steps and it signaled that likely within a minute, she'd have a penis in her mouth. The thought always gave her a pleasurable shiver.

She slid his pants to the floor and looked back up at his now slightly-bulging underwear. He had on tight, black boxer briefs and they were a great fit on his athletic legs. She teasingly planted a kiss on the front of the fabric where she imagined the tip of his dick was and slowly pulled them down.

Chris was trembling with excitement as he watched her pull his shorts down and let his dick spring free. He knew he was a good looking guy and being a star athlete made him even more desirable. He'd been with his share of girls and gotten plenty of good head. But he had not been able to stop thinking about this potential moment since he'd first heard his friends rave about Rachel's oral skills.

Each of them had gotten it from her at various points over the past few years and they'd agreed that she was on another level. It was one thing to be hot like she was and good at giving head, but Rachel also seemed so eager to please when she was down there. All three of them had hooked up with her at parties where Rachel had imbibed a bit and they'd said that her drunken enthusiasm had made it a mind-blowing experience. Dan had even talked her into sucking his balls pretty extensively. He'd said it was a "must have" addition to the experience and he'd told Chris to make sure she did it for him, if he ever got the chance.

He smirked at the thought. Rachel had been a student at Pine Valley for just over two weeks and he already had her. He had seen her in the halls and fantasized about those lips working his dick. And now he was seconds away. He kept his eyes fixed on her face. He didn't want to miss a thing.

Sensing Chris's eagerness, Rachel went to work. She shook away all final thoughts of guilt or regret and brought her lips over and around the tip of his dick. It was of average size and was already pretty much totally hard. Plus it looked like Chris was completely shaven. Most guys she'd been with were trimmed and groomed (to various levels) but it was rare that she came across an almost entirely hairless package. Even his balls were completely smooth and devoid of hair. It looked a little strange but she kind of liked it. Made it seem very clean. And kind of cute. She giggled to herself.

She sucked him in deeply and clamped her full lips like a vice over the base of his shaft. She glanced up at him from her position and smiled at him with her eyes. She tingled pleasurably as Chris grinned brightly and let out a pleasurable sigh. The fact that he was so hot made her want to please him even more. And the poor boy had been teased by his friends. Rachel was so determined to rock his world with this blowjob.

She ran her mouth back up his dick all the way to the head and darted her tongue playfully around his opening. She squeezed her cheeks in hard and sucked his head firmly. She worked it so hard that it made a few loud squeaking noises as air escaped out of her tight seal. She giggled at the sound and brought her lips back down across his shaft, taking him in completely. She exhaled and began bobbing her head smoothly at a nice, even pace.

Chris looked down as Rachel steadily sucked his dick with impressive rhythm. She definitely knew what she was doing as her head moved up and down evenly like an engine piston. She had pulled her hair back and her sandy-blonde ponytail was bouncing wildly. He observed her serious expression as her tight cheeks moved up and down on his shaft. Her tits also shook gently to the rhythm of her head and neck. He cursed himself for not getting her to take the bra off, but in his zeal to get her down on his dick, he had forgotten. Oh well, this was as good as advertised, he thought with a shiver.

Rachel had been dutifully blowing him for several minutes when she felt herself start to break into a bit of a sweat. Her forehead had a slight sheen to it now and her cheeks were beginning to get flushed. It was partially because she was turned on by his body and partially because she was really getting into sucking him off. That last giant gulp of her drink had definitely gone to her head and her senses were fully swirling. Her mind state made her enjoy the blowjob even more and every pleasurable gasp or moan that escaped Chris's lips made her pussy twitch a bit. She could get used to sucking this dick, she thought with a smile.

It was at that moment that she felt Chris sit up from his previously reclined position on the bed and exhaled deeply. At the same time, she felt his knees spread out a bit and she heard him speak, barely above a whisper.

"Rachel, this is incredible. You have no idea how goo-." He swallowed. "I'm not gonna last long. You gotta get my balls a little bit too before I lose it."

Rachel wasn't surprised by his request; it wasn't nearly the first time a guy had asked or told her to spread the love around a bit. Chris was so gorgeous and his excessively manicured area gave her little reason to object. Plus, it was when she was drunk and riled up that she really enjoyed getting into her work more fully.

"Your wish is my command," she said with a giggle and mock bow. She wasn't even sure why she said it but in her buzzed state, it seemed funny. Chris grinned widely and fell back down onto the bed. Here we go, he breathed.

Rachel adjusted herself and moved her face a bit lower. With one hand, she reached forward and angled his shaft up and out of the way. She began to jerk him gently as she brought her lips in close and extended her tongue. She felt his body quake as she licked teasingly under his sac in an upward motion, stopping at the base of his dick. She then brought her soft lips in closer and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She swirled in around with her tongue before repeating the motion with its partner. Satisfied that he'd enjoyed it, she stuck her tongue back out and resumed licking generously all over every inch of his soft, sensitive skin.
She surged with pleasure as she took in his clearly approving sighs and groans. She was really beginning to enjoy herself and she whimpered as she felt herself getting dizzy with excitement and arousal. She could picture herself getting on her knees for this boy many more times in the future. A tremor shot between her legs. She'd even let him fuck her if he wanted.

Rachel heard a low moan and she wondered if he was getting close. She had been blowing him for some time now, and while she was in no rush for it to be over, she figured she'd slide back up and return to his penis while she saw where things stood.

With a smile, she wrapped her lips around his cock again and sucked him in tight. She resumed bobbing her head firmly, and as she suspected, she began to taste him a bit. She was impressed that he had held out so long and she was excited to bring him to climax. Giving head was very enjoyable to Rachel, but the moment of release was easily her favorite part. With some exceptions, the taste of cum never bothered her and she always swallowed. She loved feeling a dick twitch and tremble right before the guy exploded with pleasure. She loved that she could bring him so much ecstasy and she relished the sounds he made as he reached his limit.

It was with that thought that Rachel went into high gear. She picked up the pace and began making her own moans and whimpers to supplement the sounds Chris was making. She was sucking him smooth, full precision and her arousal was peaking as she knew he was maybe seconds away from letting ago.

And seconds away he was. The entire blowjob had been a nonstop pleasure cruise but her increased speed and force, combined with her sexy moans and noises was just too much for Chris to take anymore. He looked down at her face, flushed with arousal. She was so focused on the task. Her eyebrows were narrowed and her jaw was tight. But she looked so in control. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

With a mumbled warning, he let Rachel know what was coming. She brought her lips down tight and continued to suck on him with practiced skill. She had just reached the base of his shaft when the first shot came. Safely enclosed in her mouth, Chris's dick jerked violently as he pumped into her. He was coming hard and Rachel's decision to remain sucking on him was making him go crazy. Some girls just stopped and held still while a guy finished, but Rachel kept working his dick like she had just started. He slumped back to the bed.

His dick twitched for a few more seconds as his final shots unloaded. He hadn't really came all that much (truth be told, he'd gotten a blowjob the day before, albeit one nowhere near as skillful as Rachel's) so it wasn't like he was hard up and full. But even if the volume was low, the force had been high. His whole body shook and quaked as Rachel finished him off with a series of full, generous licks and sucks. It might've been premature to decide, but he was pretty sure that (like his friends had told him) this was the best head he'd ever gotten.

He finally sat up and looked down to see Rachel rocked back on her heels. She gave him a friendly smile and a little wave, like she had just dropped off his mail. He saw her close her eyes and concentrate for a second. She swallowed hard (twice) and then opened her eyes and grinned again. She casually wiped some moisture from her lips and fanned herself with her hand as she spoke with a deep breath.

"Whew!" Her chest was heaving in and out and her glistening cleavage looked better than ever. She raised an eyebrow and gave a playful smile. "Well, what's the verdict?"

Chris laughed breathlessly and shot her a satisfied grin.

"Tens. Across the board. You're the real deal. It's gonna be a sweet conversation next time I see those guys."

Rachel flinched a bit at the comment. Chris hadn't meant anything by it, but it reminded her of the implications of what she'd just done. This would be another hot story a boy would tell his friends. She felt a little cheap thinking about how they'd be comparing the different jobs and different ways she'd pleasured each of them. Some would probably be jealous that she did something more or did something different with another guy. She smirked dryly. She might even have one of them come back to her now with new sob story about "fairness" trying to talk her into a second round. Or third round. Had she done any of those boys more than once? Whatever. She couldn't remember. Oh the problems I make, Rachel thought with a shake of her head.

Chris saw her slight scowl and he smiled at her warmly as he stood up to pull his pants back on.

"Hey, you alright?"

Rachel snapped out of it and looked up at him with a smile.

"Oh, yeah! I'm fine. All good. That was fun!"

She cringed slightly at her words and tone. She was the one who had just dropped down and sucked his dick like a pro and yet it was her who was beaming and giddy like she'd been given a gift. It was a bad habit of Rachel's to react like that and not keep the upper hand in the scenario. If a guy thought that she gave him head to appease him or just as a random hookup, he might tend to think it was a one-time thing. It was when she let on (or made the appearance) that she had wanted to do it and had really enjoyed it that he might expect to get it again, whenever he was in the mood.

Chris smirked in response and twisted his lips into a sarcastic smile.

"Well, as you know, we aim to please." He winked as he tossed her earlier words back at her as a joke. He even gave a little mock bow.

Rachel blushed again. Shit. He knew he had her. That wasn't exactly the worst problem in the world, but she still didn't want him thinking she was good to go at a moment's notice. She had gotten herself into dicey situations like that in the past when a guy simply expected some quick head at what might be a completely inopportune time for her. She had sometimes found herself on her knees in a bathroom stall or behind a stairwell between classes or dangerously close to the start of one of her field hockey games. When a guy assumed he could just get it, he often had little consideration for her schedule.

She'd once or twice popped into a class a few minutes late, red with embarrassment as she wondered if any of the students (or God, the teacher) knew the reason for her tardiness. She even once almost missed the bus to a field hockey game because she had been talked into a quick blowjob as she had been heading into the locker room to change. Logan, she thought with a smirk. So she had done him more than once...

Rachel had been lost in her thoughts when she realized Chris was standing by the bedroom door patiently waiting. She was still kneeling back on her ankles in the same spot in just her bra and jeans. Chris had unlocked the door but was at least a gentleman enough to wait for her to get decent and ready again before he opened it up. She smiled at him with a bit of embarrassment and searched around for her tank top. It was at that moment that door flew open.

"Hey hey hey! Ha, I KNEW it! What's up kids??"

Jim's cheerfully obnoxious voice rang through the bedroom as he burst inside. He gave Chris a playful punch on the chest and turned to Rachel and smiled.

"That's what I'm talking about!"

Chris narrowed his eyes and put an arm up to start to push Jim back towards the door.

"Dude, what the fuck are you-?" How did you-? Get the fuck outta here!"

His tone was serious, but it wasn't overly angry. Jim was an ass but Chris wasn't really going to start a fight over it. He probably shouldn't have unlocked the door until they were ready to go. But he didn't think Jim had been wait-.

The boys were interrupted as Rachel called out with an incredulous tone.

"Oh my God, are you serious here??"

She stared angrily at the happy intruder as she tried in vain to cover her bra and chest. She was completely mortified that Jim would barge in on them like that. It wasn't so much that he had done it, but it was that there was now no question as to what had been going on. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was still on her knees with her shirt off. A blind man could've guessed what she'd just been doing.

She angrily scooped up her tank top and slid it over her head. She tried clumsily to pull on straight and position it correctly over her chest.

"Whoa whoa whoa, baby. What's the rush, here?" Jim grinned and pushed Chris's hand off him as he took a step towards Rachel. He mockingly grabbed at his belt buckle.

"I mean, you're already down there and everything. Let's keep this party going, y'all!"

Rachel's eyes widened as she looked at Jim, and then over at Chris. Chris just smirked and rolled his eyes as she shook his head. He started to reach a hand out to grab Jim's shoulder.

Rachel looked back at Jim with shock. She was about to get to her feet and rip into him when, for a reason she couldn't explain, for a tiny, split-second her eyes flicked to his pants and she pictured her mouth on him. It was only for a moment and she recoiled at the image. She hadn't wanted that picture in her head. It was like trying hard not to think of a certain thing and then all of a sudden that's exactly what pops up. It didn't mean she wanted to do it. It didn't even mean she'd consider it. But the image had flashed across her brain nonetheless. And with it, she'd felt the slightest tingle.

Shocked, she shook herself mentally and got to her feet. She finished fixing her shirt and brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. She turned to Jim and shook her head at him. Her voice came out dripping with condescension.

"You probably need to ease back on the smoking there, sweetie. I don't know what you think we were doing but-. And you think I'd even consider-?" She laughed harshly at him for effect.

"Keep dreaming."

It was these moments that Rachel relished. They made her feel so powerful and in control. She knew what she looked like and she knew how bad guys wanted her. She also knew her reputation multiplied that desire exponentially. Knowing that a guy ached to get with her and that she could keep him twisting in desire as long as she wanted was intoxicating and it also made her wonder why she often gave in so easily. But she knew the answer to that, too.

The power she got off on in rejecting a boy's advances and holding him under her was constantly struggling against her own lustful needs. Her desire to submit and please was augmented by the arousal she felt when she was on her knees bringing a guy to heaven. Part of her enjoyed being used as a tool to get someone off. Obviously the enjoyment went both ways as being down on a guy brought her sexual pleasure as well, especially if she was into him physically or emotionally.

But giving head somehow seemed like more of a one-sided affair. It was different from having sex, in which obviously both partners were giving and receiving. Getting on her knees for a guy often felt like a favor she was doing them without expecting anything in return. And in a strange way, it was often the blowjobs that she "didn't want" to give that left her feeling the hottest.

Rachel knew that based on her looks and charm that she could be entirely selective and conservative about what boys she agreed to give such a great gift. She could hook up exclusively with only the hottest, most desired guys around. And yet the fact that she "spread the love" so willingly to ones who weren't on that level made her shudder with excitement. Boys she had no feelings for or ones whom she had met so recently that she'd barely caught their names. A great majority of guys she gave into had no business getting her on her knees. Yet, there she would be. In a bathroom, in a car, on a bed, behind a tree. Some lucky guy standing over her, getting all that he wanted.

Rachel put a hand into Jim's chest and firmly pushed him to the side as she strode by. He wasn't really standing strong so he easily gave way to her force. He spun and his eyes went straight to her ass as he watched her march to the door. A green butterfly tattoo was partially visible between her tank top and the crest of her low-rise jeans. He licked his lips and smiled.

Rachel got to the door and turned back to face him. She pointed to the hallway and raised an expectant eyebrow.

"Go on," she said with an annoyed tone. "I'm definitely not walking out of this room with both of you together. God knows what people will think. It's bad enough that I-."

Rachel's eyes darted nervously to Chris, who grinned before looking away. Jim caught the subtle exchange and smirked at them both. He took a sip from his cup and started walking towards the door as he spoke with playful sarcasm.

"Well, excuse me, Ms. Rachel. My apologies. I'd certainly never want anyone to get the wrong idea about you." He leaned in to her as he passed by and brought a playful touch to her ponytail.

"Might wanna put your hair back down."

Rachel reddened with embarrassment at his implication. She knocked his hand away and reached behind her to pull the hair tie off and return it to her wrist. She always seemed to have one handy, she thought dryly.

"Yeah, thanks for the tip."

"Oh, you'll get more than the tip, later," Jim fired back without missing a beat. He grinned widely.

Rachel paused before she responded. She wanted to yell at him but it was strangely hard to be angry. Jim wasn't totally cute, but he was okay. And despite acting like an ass, he was actually pretty funny and quick. His words appeared crude and sometimes harsh, but his tone was more lighthearted. Plus they were both pretty fucked up from the party and their back and forth seemed to be more like witty banter than serious insults.

It was like when she had been on the couch with the other girls. Jim had been insulting them but they were giving it right back. Everyone had been laughing. It was all in good fun.

Rachel's face relaxed and she flashed a mock smile and laughed. "I'll tell you what you can do with your tip!"

Jim frowned and feigned hurt. "So mean. I might just hold it against you." He winked, obviously proud of his clever pun.

Rachel laughed again. "You do whatever you like, big guy. Just don't expect me to hold anything for you." She gave him and another playful shove towards the door.

"Can you please control yourself and keep your hands off my body?" he cried in false protest. "Goll-ly! At least wait until our first date!"

"Go!!" she laughed again loudly as she shoved him out of the room and attempted to close the door behind him.

Jim stuck his head back through the opening blocking her and gave one last mocking plea. "So we have a date, then? I'll pick you up later?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say. Now get!" Rachel gave the door a hard shove and finally felt it slam shut. She instinctively locked it again and spun around to face Chris. She was breathing hard and still laughing. "My GOD! He's a mess!" she exclaimed with a smile.

Chris smiled back brightly as well. "Yeah, he's something else, all right. Don't worry, though. Pretty harmless. Just likes to talk a lot of shit."

He stopped speaking and suddenly there was an awkward silence as they both stood in the room looking at each other. Chris scratched his hair and looked at her quizzically.

"Soooo, did you, like, wanna wait a minute, or..." He paused and grinned devilishly. "Or maybe you wanted to go another rou-?"

Rachel's eyes flashed as she raised her eyebrows with a mocking smile. "Haha, yeah, uh, don't get too greedy there, stud. I think one round was generous enough."

Truthfully, she probably would've been down to do it again. Or maybe even more. She was still pretty aroused and her drunkenness (even her little flirty argument with Jim) was keeping her fire burning. Chris was so good looking and she'd love to see the rest of his body. She'd probably hop on that bed and spread her legs for him in this moment.

Despite her complete lack of conservatism when it came to blowjobs, Rachel was pretty careful with sex. She'd only slept with a three guys and two of them had been serious boyfriends. It wasn't that she didn't like sex; she loved it. But she wouldn't fuck just anybody. However, with how horny she was feeling and how attracted she was to Chris, she just might've made an exception. Maybe he had a condom-?

Rachel stopped her train of thought. She saw his face drop into a fake frown as he heard her shoot down his half-joking suggestion.

"Hey, now," she purred. "Don't be sad."

She walked in close to him and pushed her body against his. "I'm pretty sure I just gave you a good reply for your mean friends. And who knows? Maybe we'll run into each other in another hallway in the future." She looked up at him with her sexiest, most seductive face.

"Fair?"

Chris studied her sparkling eyes and pouting smile and replied with a grin.

"Fair."

He pulled her in and gave her a friendly hug and planted a quick kiss on her cheek as he straightened back up. He walked back over to the door and opened it before stepping to the side and sweeping his hand across his body. "Ladies first!"

Rachel smiled at him again and gave her tank top a final adjustment and smoothed her hair. She took a deep breath and walked towards the door and out into the hallway.

The pair made their way back down the stairs and into the living room where they had left the party. Everything was still in full swing; they hadn't been gone that long. Surprisingly, fewer people seemed to stare at or notice them than Rachel had anticipated. Obviously some had seen them go in together and few more saw them come out. But it wasn't as if the party had stopped and the music cut off like in a movie. People surely knew (or had a good guess at) what had gone on, but there was nothing she could do about that now.

As Rachel glanced around to orient herself, she noticed Chris slip away to rejoin a group of guys (Jim among them). She didn't want to stare, but she watched him out of the corner of her eye as he re-entered the circle. She didn't know what Chris would say but it really wasn't in her hands. Obviously word of mouth was exactly how she'd ended up on her knees for him in the first place so it wasn't like she expected discretion. He seemed like a good guy though. Kind of quiet and not a big bragger. Whatever, she thought. It is what it is.

Rachel had started to turn away when he heard Jim's obnoxious voice ring out. She couldn't hear what he was saying but she saw him give Chris a big pat on the back. Chris shook his head with a smile and stayed silent. But Jim had seen them. He knew what she had done.

She saw him put his arm around Chris and begin speaking and gesturing to the group. He put his free hand down near his crotch and pumped it once or twice, simulating a girls head. He then released Chris with his other arm and brought his hands chest-high and held them out, making the international sign for boobs. He made a few more gestures and the whole group started laughing. Rachel swallowed hard. Oh well.

She decided to stop worrying about it as she brought her gaze away from Chris and Jim and the laughing group of boys across the room. She felt a little awkward but being with Chris had been so hot that she didn't really care what fallout might ensue. She realized that it had been awhile since she had been with the girls she had come to the party with so she looked around to see if she could locate her field hockey friends. As she scanned the crowd her eyes widened when she realized she'd found one of them.

Rebecca was on a couch in the corner of the room. She was straddling some guy and seriously going to town kissing him. Rachel couldn't see too well, and she didn't want to stare, but she could see that the guy had one hand up the front of her tank top and the other was firmly gripping her great butt. The two didn't seem to care about anything or anyone else in the room.
Rachel smiled at the scene and giggled to herself at her friend's lack of modesty. It was actually one of the other reasons she liked Rebecca. She watched as the mystery boy she was clearly enjoying ran his hands up and down her back. Her tank top had become bunched up and the smooth skin of her back came into view. Rachel swallowed at the image.

Rebecca was fiercely beautiful. Her face had sharp, attractive features, complimented by deep, fiery green eyes and framed with long, flowing, dark brown hair. She and Rachel had similar heights and body types, except that Rebecca's breasts (while lovely) weren't quite as impressive as Rachel's. But she had assets that Rachel couldn't match and she was every bit as of attractive in her own way.

Most notably, she had an amazing, full ass that filled her jeans like she belonged in a music video. Her hot ass and full lips gave her an extra sense of sexuality that boys definitely picked up on. Pretty much any guy who had gotten a good look at those lips had imagined them on his dick. And seeing her bending over in her jeans or in her field hockey skirt was enough to make one think evil thoughts.

To cap it all off, while Rebecca wasn't quite in Rachel's stratosphere when it came to coming eye level with a guy's zipper, she certainly was no prude either. She'd sucked her share of dicks and had even had sex with a few more boys than Rachel. Somehow she had avoided sharing a similar reputation, but that was likely because she was a little more selective about whom she got with. But Rebecca didn't really give a fuck either way. And Rachel really liked that about her.

Rachel felt another tingle go through her as she watched the hot scene. Slightly embarrassed, she turned away and tried to locate another familiar face. She eventually found Jenn and several other people sitting around a table playing a drinking game with cards. She was still feeling loose and energetic so she bounded over and joined the game.

It ended up being a great time and Rachel fit right in with everyone playing. The group was laughing and drinking and the game was basically a "drink or dare" kind of affair. As the hours rolled by, Rachel found herself getting even drunker as she and Jenn laughed hysterically with each other. At a few points in the game, Rachel, like everyone else, had been given various dares to do in lieu of chugging a full beer. It was nothing too crazy but Rachel had twice been forced to pull up her tank top and reveal her bra. Jenn had lost her jeans at some point and was sitting in just her underwear, her gorgeous long legs fully exposed. It was a great night.

At some point the party began to disperse and Rachel realized that she needed to get home before it got much later. She had a curfew and she didn't want to catch any shit from her parents so early in the year. Rebecca had driven the girls to the party so Rachel nudged her pants-less friend and indicated they should go find her.

Jenn was entirely wasted and in the process of struggling mightily to pull her jeans back on. Both girls laughed as she lost her balance and crashed into Rachel, knocking them to the floor in a heap. Rachel's head swam with a warm buzz as she picked herself up. She giggled and set her mind on her goal of finding Rebecca.

She half-walked, half-stumbled through the house asking anyone if they'd seen her missing friend. She wasn't on the couch with her new boy anymore and no one seemed to know where they'd gone. So Rachel decided she'd be a detective and solve the mystery herself. She cracked herself up at her mock seriousness as she crept out around the house looking for "clues."

She finally found herself going up the stairs since she figured it was where she'd been taken for some action earlier in the night, so it might make sense that Rebecca and her man had found their way there as well. She carefully opened the door to the room she and Chris had been in. It was empty.

She spun around and headed to the opposite end of the hallway where it looked like another bedroom was located. She carefully turned the knob and opened the door with caution. The room was mostly darkened, but her eyes shot wide as she realized what she was seeing.

She saw the dimly lit silhouette of Rebecca's body as she bounced upright on a bed. Underneath her, Rachel couldn't quite tell, but it looked to be the same boy she had been wildly making out with earlier on the couch. His hands were gripping the sides of her incredible ass as she rocked up and forth with slow, forceful thrusts. She was riding him.

Rebecca had her hands in her hair and her arched back pushed her nice, firm rack into the air in front of her. Her boobs were swaying and rocking hypnotically as she slid her hips back and forth over a very lucky penis. She was moaning and breathing deeply and her eyes were shut in ecstasy. The guy below was panting hard and he was somewhat thrusting in time with her, but it appeared that Rebecca was doing most of the work and was clearly the one in control.

Rachel swallowed as she stood frozen. The whole scene was so hot and it made her stir unexpectedly. Licking her lips, she reflexively brought her own hand to the front of her jeans and pushed hard between her legs. A shockwave ran through her body and she whimpered with pleasure.

Realizing that she didn't want to get caught watching, Rachel quickly composed herself and shut the door in a hurry. She took a few excited breaths as the image replayed in her head. She was surprised at how turned on she'd gotten. She shook her head and giggled loudly as she turned back down the hallway. Damn, Becca, she laughed to herself. Get it, girl!

When she returned to the main floor and found Jenn standing in the kitchen talking to a group of people, she grabbed her friend and whispered in her ear what she had just seen. Jenn exploded with laughter and the girls giggled uncontrollably. Rachel did bring up the one problem it caused though: Rebecca was their ride. And now she was getting a ride of her own!

The girls shrieked wildly again at Rachel's joke. But they did need to figure something out. Even if they could sneak in and somehow get her keys, neither girl was sober enough to drive.

Jenn decided take matters into her own hands. Without wondering if it was a smart idea, she spun around toward the boys she had been standing with.

"Which of you lucky boys wants to save two beautiful girls in need and give us a ride home? Our ride here is, um, out of commission."

The small group of guys exchanged glances as they processed the hot blonde's semi-slurred request. Finally a voice called out.

"I gotcha, ladies! No problem at all."

Rachel's stomach fluttered at the voice. It was cheerful and loud but also a tad obnoxious. She'd just heard that voice earlier in the night when-.

Her stomach fluttered again as recognition caused her eyes to widen reflexively.

Jim.

***

Rachel pushed her lips harder into Kevin's as her head swam with memories. Thinking about her hookup with Chris and how hot she'd gotten getting him off was causing her arousal to spike again. She moaned gently as her tongue swirled around inside Kevin's mouth. Her heart was starting to pound.

That night seemed like so long ago. And it was. Not just in terms of passing time, but in how much her life had changed since that warm, autumn evening. What an interesting start to the year that party had been. Giving Chris a blowjob and seeing Rebecca having wild sex in the bedroom and then-.

Rachel smiled involuntarily as she continued to kiss Kevin. That hadn't been the end of it. Not by a long shot.

Things still weren't entirely...fair.



NEXT --- Chapter 4: The Midnight Hour

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