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Prom Ch. 05: A Thousand Words

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*

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CHAPTER 5

Rachel released the door handle and laid her dress and shoes down on the Adirondack chair next to the front door. Flipping a few strands of hair from her face, she dug through her bag and found her phone. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced down at the screen.

She had left her phone in her gym bag (in Kevin's car) all night long. Her parents knew she was with Kevin so they weren't going to be calling her. And there was no one else she needed to be talking to that night. She had a bad habit of doing some drunk-texting, or responding to such texts, especially in the arena of booty calls. She had made a promise to herself to be good that weekend so she'd figured nothing positive could come of her having her phone at the afterparty. She scoffed dryly at the thought. So much for that promise. She had been so good after all. She swiped her fingers over her phone and registered what she was seeing.

There were a few missed calls and about a dozen texts. The majority of the texts had been from various points during the previous night. A couple were from friends, and as expected, a couple more were from boys inquiring as to her whereabouts. She had a voicemail from a boy named Matt, whom she had been hooking up with pretty regularly of late. One text was even from Jim.

Blow off that stupid prom! Taylor Reed is for bitches! My coupon is gonna expire soon! ;)

Rachel rolled her eyes. His coupon comment was an inside joke between them in reference to her "rain check" promise from way back in the early fall. She wasn't especially proud of it, but Jim had in fact talked her into a few more blowjobs throughout the year. The rain check had somehow morphed into a coupon that Jim jokingly insisted Rachel had given him for free head once per month. He said she owed him after he had given her an orgasm that first time. He was such a goof.

She had rolled her eyes at his scheming explanation and initially laughed him off. But for whatever reason, she'd somehow found herself on her knees for him again. She hadn't done it every month like he'd claimed the coupon entitled him, but she had done it more than once. More than a couple times even. And it was near the end of the month now, so he was teasing her about it expiring. She shook her head with a smirk.

Rachel mentally deleted all of the messages from the previous night, but her heart jumped a tad when she saw that some of the texts had been sent during the morning. Including the one she had just gotten.

Tyler.

Tyler? What in the hell? What did he did want? And what kind of crazy coincidence was that after her strange dreams? She had seen him at the prom but never actually said hi to him and he had been at the afterparty for less than an hour before he and his girlfriend had left together. Probably to go bang, Rachel thought realistically. So what did he want now? There were four texts in all:

9:16 AM: Heyyyyyy girl. So sorry we didn't catch up last night. My bad for being a stranger. We should grab lunch or something. :)

9:42 AM: Hey are you there? I know you're up. Holler back.

10:27 AM: Starting to feel a bit hurt here. Where's the love?

And finally the one she had just gotten:

11:04 AM: Rach, for real. Where you at? Definitely want to catch up.

Rachel stared quizzically at her phone. What was this all about? Tyler hadn't texted her in months and it wasn't like he'd gone out of his way to see her at the prom. She'd actually been a bit put off by it. And what did he mean that he knew she was up?

Rachel sighed and started to type.

Just got home. Overslept a bit. Whats up?

The response was immediate.

-Ohhh you were sleeping? Thought you were up. My bad. Just wanted to catch up. You wanna grab lunch?

Rachel thought about how she had kind of made plans with Kevin. Well, not really. They had just tabled it for some time later in the day. She was sorta free.

Um, k. Just need to hop in the shower. How about 12? Where at?

-No. Just come now. Gotta a bunch of shit to do later. Won't have time. Come now.

Rachel crinkled her forehead. She definitely needed a shower. And to get out of these clothes. She probably still had some-. She winced.

No. Gotta shower. Feel gross. Not a pretty sight ;)

-Nah. You take forever in shower. I'm sure you look great. Seriously. Just come to my house and we'll go from there.

His house? And what was his hurry? If it didn't work today, they could certainly catch up another time...

Ty I'm literally on my front porch. Can't this wait?

-No. Just come now. I'll explain.

Rachel raised her eyebrow at his last sentence. He'd explain? She was now curious. Was something wrong? It was kind of crazy that he'd text her out of the blue like this. And to be so insistent. It wasn't like him. She sighed.

OMG. K. Be there soon.

Rachel turned and stepped back off the porch and headed to her car in the driveway. She knew if she went inside and saw her parents, it would be twenty-one questions about Kevin and the prom and she'd never get out of there. And Tyler had made it clear that it had to be now.

Tossing her things back into the backseat of her Civic, she hopped in the front and gave herself a quick look in the mirror. She'd definitely looked better. Her hair was down again but it was all messy from its prom styling. Her makeup wasn't really running but it did look a little old. And then there was her outfit...

But all in all, she still looked pretty good. Rachel found herself wanting to look good for Tyler. He was very attractive and she always liked looking good around cute boys, regardless of who they were. She smoothed her hair a little bit and popped in a stick of gum. Whatever, she thought.

Tyler lived very nearby and she pulled into his driveway in less than five minutes. Their close proximity had been helpful when they'd dated as picking each other up, or better, sneaking out for a little action, hadn't been difficult. Rachel smiled with fond familiarity as she parked her car under the basketball hoop like she'd done plenty of times before. She stepped out and smoothed her shirt out one last time. The garage door was open and that was usually how she had entered the house in the past. She wasn't planning on going inside as it looked like his parents were home and she wasn't exactly keen on them seeing her in this state.

As she reached the door, she paused to text him so that he could come out and meet her. But right as she pulled out her phone, the door opened. Tyler was standing there in a wife beater and gym shorts. Damn, he looked pretty good. He was very handsome and had a nice, muscular body. He played football but he wasn't a star or anything and it was mainly his good looks that attracted the girls. She swallowed as she looked him up and down. Nice.

Tyler's reaction was even less subtle. His eyes went wide as his eyebrows raised. He smiled brightly and his gaze carried over every inch of her body, finally lingering on her chest. He grinned, making it obvious where he was staring.

"Whoa! And you said you said you weren't a pretty sight." He shook his head and grabbed her hand. "Come in!"

Rachel hesitated for a second. That had been a pretty severe eye-fucking she had just received. And she didn't think she'd be going inside.

"Hey, hang on. I thought we were going-."

Tyler cut her off as her guided her through the door and faced her towards the basement stairs. The basement led right to the garage door and it was often how she had snuck in his house. It was pretty easy to dip in the door and head down before anyone noticed. And as long as they were pretty quiet down there...

"No, it's cool. I'll explain."

Rachel found herself not resisting as Tyler walked behind her down the stairwell. The basement was sort of a second bedroom for him. He had a futon and a TV and a stereo. Rachel always wondered why his parents allowed him to have that setup. He was a good looking guy and always seemed to have at least one girl in his life. It was like his parents were giving him a designated place to go get some action. Maybe they were oblivious. It was weird.

Tyler plopped down on the futon and Rachel followed suit. She turned to face him and brought her legs up to sit cross-legged on the cushion. She leaned back a bit so that she wasn't totally on him.

"So, what's the big thing here? What's with all the texting? And I thought you wanted to grab lunch? Rachel glanced around the room confused.

Tyler looked at her for a second and exhaled. He gave her his best goofy, disarming grin and spoke. "Rach, don't be mad. We're not going to lunch. I just wanted to talk."

She tensed up and leaned back further. "Ty, c'mon, what the fuck? What? What are you talking about? Why are you-?"

Tyler leaned in a bit and cut her off. "Look, I just-. Goddamn." He looked at her body again and smiled.

"All right, I'll be totally honest. So, Erica got really, really drunk last night. Like too drunk to-. Anyway, she threw up once or twice so she decided to sleep upstairs near the bathroom. She's still passed out. Will be for a while."

Rachel set her jaw and swallowed as he continued. She didn't like where this was going.

"So anyway, here I am down here, all night, by myself. Like totally, you know. Whatever. I'm a big boy. Not a big deal, right? But then, a couple of hours ago I get this text from Jeff..."

Rachel's stomach twisted and she felt the color drain from her face. No. He hadn't told-.

Tyler picked up on her awful poker face and smiled. "So I get this text and, well, Jeff is telling me some pretty crazy shit. Like, fucking hot as hell shit. You know what I mean?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"About you."

Rachel couldn't speak. Not a word. Her heart was pounding and a dull ringing began in her ears. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Had Jeff actually told him what she'd done?

"Well, anyway," Tyler continued. "I haven't been able to concentrate on anything since then. I can't get it out of my head. And so I just had to see you to find out if-."

Rachel finally found her words, albeit very weakly. "I, um, I have no idea what Jeff told you about anything, or, I mean,-. I haven't done anyth-."

He cut her off. "Yeah, for sure. That's what I thought, too. Jeff always talking stupid shit, you know? And I told him that. But then he sent me this."

Tyler pulled his phone from his pocket and flicked on the screen. He handed it to her and sucked in his breath.

Rachel's heart was beating out of her chest as she stared into Tyler's eyes. She slowly looked down at the phone in her hand. A gasp escaped her lips and she brought her other hand to her mouth. The ringing in her ears grew to a deafening tone. Her stomach twisted violently again and she truly felt she might throw up right there. The rest of the color drained from her face and she felt woozy. She looked back up at Tyler, her eyes wide and panic-stricken.

There, on his phone, was a picture. An awful, terrible picture. It was slightly blurry, like it had been taken hastily, but there was no question as to what it showed. It was a close up shot, looking like it had been taken from a guy's chest or shoulder, down his body and towards his legs. The guy had no clothing covering his stomach and he wasn't wearing pants. His legs were raised up and bent.

In the center of the screen, his dick was clearly visible, hard as a rock and aiming straight upwards. Directly behind it was the top of a girl's head. Her face was covered and she was bent over. Only her hair and very top of her forehead was visible as her entire face was blocked, submerged behind the guy's ass. The girl's hair was a sandy-blonde color and parts of her arms could be seen gripping the guy's thighs. Smooth, pink skin.

Rachel.

She felt like she had been physically knocked to the floor. Every part of her body burned and shook with utter shock and fear. She literally could not believe what she was looking at. It was like a dream. She felt lump form in the back of her throat. What. The. Fuck.

Now truthfully, it wasn't clear from the picture that it was Rachel. Her face was almost completely hidden and it wasn't like a partial view of some arms and hair was equivalent to DNA testing. But if one was staring right at her from a few feet away (like Tyler was) it was pretty obvious.

And one final nail in the coffin presented itself. Although it was blurry, in the corner of the picture, next to the guy's right thigh, there was a splash of yellow. A shirt. The shirt Rachel had hastily discarded for Jeff while he had been fingering her and brining her to ecstasy.

The shirt she was wearing right now.

Tyler didn't say a word as he waited for her reaction. It was kind of a cruel thing he was doing, but it wasn't like he was the one who had taken and sent the picture. And he had no plans to share it with anyone but Rachel. It was just that he'd already been pretty horny after not getting any the night before, and from the second he had seen that picture, his dick had been like steel.

He had thought about jerking almost off immediately, but he'd decided he needed Rachel instead. He needed to have her do for him what she'd done for Jeff. It had been the only thought on his mind for almost three hours. It was why he had texted her so desperately, which was something he would normally never do. He was shocked he was keeping it together as well as he was. And now that she was in front of him, and her reaction had certainly erased even the slightest .001% chance that it hadn't been true, Tyler had to have her. Had to.

Rachel just stayed frozen. She had partially regained control over her stomach and dizziness but she was still buzzing all over. Her mind raced as she bounced from thought to thought. What could she say? What was she going to do? What the FUCK had Jeff been thinking? How could he do that to her? She saw Tyler's eyes still taking her in. And what was she doing there? What did Tyler want? She swallowed. She knew.

The longer Rachel stayed silent, the worse it looked. But it didn't really matter. There was no fighting it at this point. She didn't know what Jeff had specifically told Tyler, but the picture made it pretty clear. There she was. Doing that. For him. The fact that Jeff had the balls to send it out right under his girlfriend's nose-. Rachel stopped and tensed up. Girlfriend. The word slashed through her brain and she steeled herself and found her voice.

She raised an eyebrow and shot Tyler an irritated, condescending stare, like he was the dumbest person in the world, not worthy of her time or explanation. The power rushed back to her.

"Well? What's your point?"

Tyler physically flinched at her reaction. He had expected she would break down and mumble and deny or maybe even cry. He had just put the smoking gun in her face. It was Phase One of talking her into doing him next.

But Rachel had just skipped all that. She didn't grovel or stutter or try to squirm away. She owned it and threw it back at him. Tyler smirked. That was Rachel, God love her. She was such a paradox. She could be talked into doing anything with seemingly no effort but at the same time she'd stand up to anyone and back them down with authority. But she did have a weakness. And he knew.

Rachel had a tell. A sign. Tyler knew her well enough to know when she was aroused. When she was hot. And he knew when she was in that state, no matter how strong or defiant she acted, it would bring her to knees every time, literally and figuratively.

When Rachel was worked up, she had the nervous habit of rubbing her thumbs together with her forefingers. Like she was playing little violins. It was subtle, but it was like a fingerprint for her. Most girls might do an obvious thing like bite their lip or fidget with a necklace. Rachel would do the finger thing. And right now, those violins were playing.

It was true. Despite the gut-punch she had just received, Rachel was still on fire. And she had been all morning. While her arousal had ebbed and flowed, it had never gone away because it had never been satisfied. The closest any of her encounters had gotten was when Jeff had fingered her for his own purposes. Everything fueled her. Her memories of the morning, her memories of Chris and Jim, her dreams, and now, even her presence in front of Tyler. She was sitting in the same place where she'd performed sexually many times. It brought the arousal rushing back to her as she took in his strong body with her eyes. Could he tell? She wasn't sure. She rubbed her fingers together involuntarily.

Tyler gathered himself and smiled back at her glare. "C'mon, Rach. You know what I'm getting at. You can't possibly leave me in this state." He glanced down to his shorts, smirking as he watched her eyes follow. Oh, she was hot all right. He grinned widely. "And it is pretty much all your fault."

Rachel tried to hold her angry stare but she cracked and smiled leaked out. "MY fault? How do you figure-? Listen, if you need help with, that (she pointed to his shorts), go jerk off. Or Jesus Christ, Tyler, your girlfriend is upstairs!"

It was the second time that morning that a guy had tried to talk her into some depraved sexual act while their girlfriend was asleep in the same house.

Tyler objected. "C'mon, Rach. That girl is dead to the world. I'd be lucky to get a-." He smiled devilishly at her. "Plus, we both know you're better."

It was a helluva thing to say. Tyler was talking about a serious girlfriend. A girl he "loved" or whatever that meant. And now he was freely admitting that she didn't compare to his gorgeous ex when it came to sexually satisfying him. It was a backhanded compliment and Rachel felt both sides. Disgust that he would stoop to that and arousal because they both knew it was true. Especially if she agreed to-.

Rachel started to stand up. She was hornier than she'd been all morning but she had to mount a defense. She was insulted that guy after guy so casually figured they could use her like this. Especially ones with girlfriends. And especially asking what they were asking. It was like they just assumed she'd be down for it. Like she wouldn't think twice about helping someone cheat, even right under another girl's nose. But God, she was so turned on. Her legs were even a bit weak as she stood.
"Look Tyler, fuck you and Jeff both. I don't know why you just think I'll just swoop in and-. It's not my job. God, and you actually just expect me to-! That?" She was losing steam and getting upset.

Tyler sensed her weakness and reached for her arm. He pulled her back down to the futon, this time so that she was leaning up into him. He was strong and gorgeous and he even smelled good. Rachel's heart skipped and her stomach sank as she felt the terrifying prospect that she might just be giving in.

"Hey, you know you're more than that," Tyler whispered into her neck. He kissed her twice below her ear as he kept talking. "This doesn't need to be such a big thing. It's just that I need it. From you. No one else can do it like you."

"Ty, my car is right out there. If she wakes up, she's gonna-."

Rachel was melting. God, she was going to do it. She was going to give in. Her pussy ached with pleasure as the shameful realization hit her. Another guy was going to talk her into giving it up. She was going to do it right there, right now. Whatever he wanted. She was breathing deeply and her eyes fluttered.

"Oh my G-." She was breathless. "Ty..."

Rachel searched his face to find his lips. She started to kiss him when she felt him pull away.

"That's it baby," he breathed, not returning her kiss. "Let's do this."

With his left hand he reached down and pulled his shorts to his knees. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his dick was rock hard. He looked at her, and then down, and then back to her. Rachel realized he hadn't returned her kiss because he knew where her mouth had been. It was the whole reason she was there. She wasn't even good enough to kiss him before she-. Her self-worth dropped again. She knew what she was good for...

With a sigh, Rachel slid away from his body and moved onto the floor in front of him. She tugged his shorts the rest of the way off his legs and tossed them aside. She stared up at him and reached down to pull her shirt off; she didn't even have to be asked this time. Her tits had now become part of the package deal. "Blowjobs from Rachel: Now Always Topless." Tyler smiled down at her as he took in her incredible breasts. God, he had missed them. They looked even nicer than he had remembered. Bigger, maybe...

And Tyler wasn't the only one reminiscing. Rachel licked her lips reflexively as she gazed over his cock. It was large and beautiful and she had always loved it. It was a little harder to suck than most but it felt so good when it was in her mouth. As well as inside her. She breathed out deeply and moved her gaze all around. His balls were big and probably pretty heavy at the moment. Her pussy jumped again.

Part of her still couldn't believe what she was about to do, but another part was completely unsurprised. She had lost from the moment she'd answered his text, she just hadn't known it yet. If she gave a guy the slightest opening, it was usually just a matter of time. It had happened twice already that morning, and many, many times before that. She recalled her thoughts as she had watched Kevin's car pull away from her house. Rach, you gotta stop doing this. Her stomach twisted. That was maybe 20 minutes ago. And here she was. Ready and willing once more.

She positioned herself between his legs and rose up onto her knees. She reached for her tongue and pulled the gum out of her mouth and gently stuck it against the arm of the futon. Tyler smiled at the nostalgic scene and put his hands back behind his head. Finally, he'd get some release!

Rachel didn't make him wait any longer as she dutifully went to work. She pushed his large head past her lips and brought her mouth down as far as she could around his shaft. It wasn't as mindless as sucking a more average sized dick, like she had done a few times earlier in the day. Tyler's cock was big and thick and sucking him deeply took some effort. It wasn't like she couldn't do it though. With returning familiarity, she forcefully sucked in her cheeks and slid her face deeper into his body. With firm precision, she clamped down near the base of his shaft and slowly pulled her lips back to the head of his dick, sliding her tongue along the underside as she sucked. She took another breath, and went back again.

Tyler groaned loudly as his gorgeous ex took him deeply into her mouth with skill he hadn't felt in a while. It was hard to say who had given him the best head ever, but Rachel was most likely it. She sucked dick so effortlessly and skillfully, like she was meant to be doing it. Her blowjobs had been frequent and incredible when they'd dated, and from the feeling he was getting at the moment, it was quite possible that she had gotten even better since.

With the force of habit, he brought his left hand to the top of her head and gently guided her. He wasn't really interfering; there was no way he could improve on the job she was doing. But it was just a subtle way of staying in control. He watched his hand rise and fall with her bobbing head and he focused on keeping his aroused state from getting too high.

Rachel felt his familiar hand and smiled to herself. It was kind of 50/50 with guys as to whether they would put a hand on her head and guide her with various levels of force. Many were just content to lay back and let her work her magic, but just as many liked feeling in control of the situation.

Of course, like Tyler, most didn't do much but rest their hand on her hair because anything more and they were probably messing it up. But a few, despite the fact that she could always do it better on her own, enjoyed pushing her up and down, desperately trying to force her harder and faster. It was usually annoying as it screwed up her rhythm, but it was sometimes arousing to turn the reigns over to someone else.

Lost in her memories, Rachel had been blowing him strong and steady for a few minutes when Tyler spoke.

"Shit, Rach. Some things never change. This is incredible. But we gotta mix this up or I'm gonna lose it."

Rachel knew what he meant and she popped his dick out of her mouth with a smile. Without missing a beat, she spread his legs slightly and moved her face down to his large balls. She enthusiastically licked and sucked all over them until they were entirely coated and wet. Just as she'd done with Rob and Jeff, she sucked them individually and swished her tongue around and even hummed for a while as she worked away.

Rachel knew ultimately where he wanted her to go, so she decided not to draw things out. He wanted what Jeff had gotten. She thought she had done that for him before, but his ridiculous arousal and desperate texting made her think that maybe she hadn't. Either way, it didn't change anything. She was going to do it now. She was so wet and frustrated that she actually wanted it. She wanted to hear him make the same noises Jeff had earlier. She wanted him to think of her when he thought about the hardest he ever came. And he would. She'd make sure of it.

Rachel ran her tongue firmly across his balls a final time before popping up giving his thighs a little smack. "You ready, cowboy?" She stared up at him casually, but excitement spotted her expression. "Gotta slide a bit, please."

Tyler's dick jumped as he heard her say the words. She had never done this for him when they'd dated and that was probably why he wanted it so bad. To see that a dumbass like Jeff had talked her into it made him jealous and hard as a rock. If she'd do it for Jeff, she'd have to do it for him. It was only fair.

Tyler did as she asked and slid his body down the futon. He lifted his large legs off the ground and bowed them in the air. For balance, and access, he reached below and gripped his cheeks, spreading them slightly wider. He locked his jaw and looked up that sky. He wasn't sure how long he'd last but he was going to give it his all.

Rachel looked at a scene that was all too familiar. She couldn't believe it was just a few hours ago that she'd been with Jeff. It seemed like a month had gone by. Her thoughts again went to the picture he had covertly taken while she was down on him. She was furious that he would do that but it made her ache further. She moaned involuntarily and let her eyes flutter. She might just cum finally as well. The whole day had just been too much.

With pleasure shooting through her body, Rachel leaned in and fulfilled Tyler's wish. Just as she had done with Jeff, she began by starting at the base of his balls and slowly licking a line straight down. She took her time a bit more with Tyler because she really wanted him to enjoy it. Obviously, she had been pretty generous with Jeff because he had worked her up, but with Tyler it was a more pure desire to please him. She still longed for him physically and she was excited to be back giving him pleasure once again. She wanted him explode uncontrollably and remember that she was one who did it for him.

Rachel finally reached her target and hungrily plunged her tongue inside. She licked swirls as fast as she could around and around and plunged back in, flicking furiously. She then pushed in close and dragged her entire tongue across it with long, slow, generous licks. She brought her hands to his cheeks and spread him further herself. She licked him up and down with a steady passion.

Her breasts where trembling and her pussy was on fire and crying out. She knew a single touch would get her off but she wanted to make it last. She was going to pleasure him as best she could until he couldn't take it anymore and erupted. She didn't care if he got it on her. On her face, her body. She would let him. Whatever he wanted. And when it happened, she would cum, too. She knew it.

In her lathered up fury, Rachel leaned in further, her tongue still snaked into him. She pulled it back in and brought her lips to the rim. She took a deep breath and sucked in deep, making a loud, messy noise. She kept her swollen lips where they were and sucked in again. She felt his legs tighten and she heard him cry out. She kept going.

Tyler had lost his mind. He had seen stars when she'd stuck her tongue into him and had been grinding his teeth together as she licked and slurped away. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was mindblowing. It made her incredible dick-sucking skills feel like a gentle kiss. He couldn't believe what was happening. And then she'd done it.

He felt Rachel spread him wider and his eyes shot open as her lips pressed deep into him. When she sucked in forcefully, his dick surged like it never had before in his life. He didn't know how he didn't cum right there, but as she kept doing it, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Without thinking he brought both of his hands to her head and pushed her in further. There wasn't much further she could go but he wasn't even in control of his actions anymore.

Rachel felt his strong hands grip her head and pull her in impossibly closer. Her eyes shot open as her entire face mashed against his body. She couldn't breathe. She braced her hands against his legs and tried to push back. All she could do was keep sucking like she had been.

Tyler felt her resistance but he couldn't let her go. It was beyond ecstasy. It was the purest pleasure he had ever felt and he was no longer in control of anything. God, she was AMAZING. Everything Rachel had done from moment her lips touched the tip of his cock had been the perfect move. He realized how much he missed her. He missed touching her. He missed her lips down on his dick. He missed looking up at her and holding her incredible, large, bouncing tits when she used to ride-. His thoughts came to screeching halt and his eyes shot wide.

Before he could think, Tyler relaxed his grip and pushed her head back from in between his legs. Rachel stared at him wide eyed as her boobs heaved and shook from the movement. She was trying desperately to catch her breath. She thought at first he was about to cum and she flicked her eyes from his dick to his face in confusion. Was he? Wait. No. He wasn't. What was he do-?

"I need you. I need you now."

It was all Tyler could get out in a rush of heavy breathing. Rachel still didn't know what he was saying when he gripped her by the arms and powerfully yanked her off the floor back onto the futon. Onto him.

"Rach, now. Now. The shorts. Baby, I need you."

Rachel's mouth opened as she realized what he meant. He needed her. Needed to be in her. He wanted to fuck her.

Rachel had no time to decide if it was a good idea or not. She was so close to the brink herself and all she'd wanted all morning long was relief. She had brought multiple guys to unimaginable highs and yet she was still waiting for that peak of her own. She needed it, too. Maybe just as badly.

She kept her eyes on him and quickly whipped off her shorts. She still wasn't wearing underwear so she was now on him, completely naked. Tyler's dick was throbbing, straight up in front of her. She was already so wet. He was going to slide right in.

Still staring at his eyes with pure lust, Rachel raised one leg and positioned herself over him. She almost doubled over as she felt the tip of his dick make contact with her body and begin to spread her open. She swallowed a moan as she lowered herself down and felt him begin to fill every inch of her. His dick was so big and full. Sex with him had always been the best and this was the hardest she'd ever gotten him. Rachel finally let out a yell as he entered her fully and she brought her weight to his. She clamped a hand over to mouth to muffle her sounds as her heart raced thinking about who was upstairs.

Tyler, too, went wide-eyed as he heard the beginning of her scream. Not only was his girlfriend passed out somewhere, but his parents were upstairs as well. He shot her a nervous look but quickly relaxed and put his head back down as he felt her pussy grip down on his cock.

Rachel smiled with embarrassment at her mistake and slowly began to rock onto his shaft. She set her jaw as pleasure flooded her body. She moved her hands from his chest and slid them up her front, dragging them slowly across her flat stomach, up over her breasts and finally into her hair. She loved riding with no hands. It made her feel like she was on a roller coaster.

Tyler looked up at the heavenly vision on top of him, realizing he'd better enjoy it while it lasted. Rachel was gorgeous. Her toned stomach was sliding back and forth, her abs flexing as she rode him. And her tits...

Completely free from any support, they bounced rhythmically to her pace of her thrusts. Her flesh was soft and smooth and her nipples were rock hard. Just staring at her chest would be enough to get him off. It was perfection.

As both of them had correctly guessed, the sex wasn't destined to last long. Tyler had been taken to impossible heights with her mouth and he was now staring up at a sight that would make any guy cum in his pants from across the room. Rachel had picked up her pace and had her eyes shut tight. She was biting down on her lower lip and her perfect, heavy breasts were shaking magically. Tyler had to grab ahold. He reached up with both hands and gripped each one firmly. That was it. That was enough.

Tyler let out his own too-loud groan as his hips shot up almost sending her off him. Grabbing her amazing tits was too much to handle and his whole body tensed to the sensation of his impending orgasm. Simultaneously, feeling his strong hands on her breasts and his large dick twitch inside her had also pushed Rachel over the edge. She gasped for air as the first wave of electricity racked her body.

"Oh my Gahhh-!"

She threw her hand over her mouth again and tried in vain to keep her vocalized pleasure to a minimum. She felt Tyler explode inside her and her body responded in turn. She moaned loudly through her hand as she came again. She saw stars and her eyes shut tight. She had been waiting all morning for this moment and it was hitting her like a tidal wave. Rachel didn't know if she'd ever felt as intensely relieved as she did at that very second. All at once, the events of the morning flashed through her mind at supersonic speed. Rob, Jeff, Kevin, her memories of Chris and Jim. She was on fire and barely in control of her own body as every muscle tightened in ecstasy.

Tyler was on the same cloud she was at the very same moment. His stomach muscles clenched, almost to the point of pain, as he came hard for a second and third time, deep inside Rachel's body. He had been worked up into a lather from the moment he had received Jeff's texts and subsequent picture.

From time to time he had thought about Rachel and reminisced fondly over their past and the fun they'd had. But he hardly pined for her. He had his own situation and it wasn't like Rachel popped into his head every day. He hadn't even gone out of his way to see her at the prom. But from the second that picture flashed had across the screen of his phone, every fiber of his being had wanted her.

It was partially fueled by jealous arousal. Someone else, someone he considered beneath both him and Rachel, had gotten something so unexplainably amazing from her. Tyler knew as well as anyone what Rachel was about, but it still didn't seem real that she would agree to do something like that for Jeff. How had it gone down? Had she been so wasted that she didn't know what she was doing? Had he blackmailed her with something? Had she lost a bet? Or, and this was the thought that made him the most excitedly aroused, had she simply allowed herself to be talked into it without much resistance?

He knew deep down that this was likely the truth and the reminder that a goddess like Rachel could be manipulated into submitting so easily made his heart pound. Not only because it was arousingly nonsensical, but because it meant he could probably talk her into it as well. And he had. She was just minutes removed from servicing him in such an enthusiastically depraved way and was now passionately grinding into his body as they both finished together. Tyler let out another yell and pumped for the final time.

The double orgasm began to cool down as both Rachel and Tyler's bodies slowed their pace. Their joint pleasure was peacefully ebbing away like a crashed wave at the beach and Rachel began to slump over into him. Before long, she was pressed into his chest, quivering gently as pleasurable whimpers escaped her lips.

Both of them had broken out into a mild sweat and Rachel's chest heaved as her boobs pressed hard against him. They were both breathing heavily, coming down from their highs. He was still inside her, and even as he began to soften, every subtle movement or twitch from his penis made her tingle and jump. She was face down, her mouth open, breathing directly onto his upper chest, almost biting him. Her arms were extended above her and stretched over his shoulders and past his head. Tyler had reached around her and was holding her gently, his hands resting on her back. The pair had melted into each other and would've likely stayed that way for a long time had the blood not begun to return to both of their brains, causing them to remember where they were.

Tyler spoke first, his voice dry and breathless.

"Oh my God. What the fuck even was tha-? I've never-. You-. Goddamn, Rach." He couldn't even finish his words.

She smiled deeply to herself, still face down in his chest. She felt amazing and warm and confident and Tyler's tortured attempt at speaking just further confirmed what she had just given him. What she had just done to him. Rendering a guy speechless after pleasuring him was what Rachel lived for in these moments. And with Tyler especially, she had made it her goal to blow his mind to a level he hadn't been before.
She was willing to do all that he asked, and had even done it in this completely inappropriate location and time, because she wanted him to remember what she was capable of. Another "best ever" trophy for her. The prideful satisfaction this gave her was what sustained her and allowed her push through all the bad thoughts about why what she was doing was wrong. She knew as the immediacy of her pleasure subsided, that there would be plenty of time to feel bad about it. But in the moment, she didn't care.

Rachel drew in a slow, satisfied breath and laughed gently as she raised her head to look at him. "Ditto," she responded, with a crooked grin.

She wanted to stay laying on him for the rest of the day but she knew she had better start moving again as her mind returned to where she was and the dangerous game they were playing. She pushed her body up off of his chest and slowly raised one leg to pull herself completely off him. She shuddered with sharp pleasure and her hanging boobs shook inches from his face as she felt the last final inch of his penis slide out of her. Chills ran through her body and the hair stood up on her neck.

Tyler shivered as well as he felt himself come free of her. He was still breathing heavily, unable to muster the strength to move quite yet as he watched Rachel get to her feet and test her balance. She looked so hot. She was completely naked, flushed from the sex, and glistening slightly with sweat. She gingerly reached over and grabbed her black shorts and began to slide them back on. As she got them to her waist, she arched her back and stretched causing her breasts to stick out further and look even more perfect than seemed possible. Finally, and much to Tyler's chagrin, Rachel picked up her now infamous yellow shirt and slid it back over her head and onto her chest. She was again fully clothed, but not a fraction less attractive as sexuality oozed from her being. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled at him warmly.

"Better get your ass movin there, stud." She smirked and indicated to the ceiling with her eyes. "You never know who might want your attention next."

Tyler smirked back and took one final deep breath. She was right. There was no need to mess around and be stupid. He finally sat up and looked around in a haze. He located an old gym sock and grabbed it as he began a hasty attempt to clean himself off. Satisfied with his quick work, he tossed the sock back into a pile of clothes and stood up to put his shorts back on.

When he was again dressed, he walked over to where Rachel had been standing. He put a hand into the small of her back and leaned over to give her a gentle kiss on her glistening forehead. Their eyes met and he started to speak, but no words came. He didn't need to say anything. She knew. They both knew. They smiled at each other devilishly and he began to guide her to the stairs as they both realized that getting her back to her car quickly was in their best interests. They were one step deep when they heard it. They froze.

"Ty?"

They didn't even breathe for a second as the reality of the situation hit them.

Erica.

Tyler cursed silently as the words formed on his mouth. Fuck. They reversed course immediately and wildly surveyed the room. Rachel needed to hide, and fast. Thankfully it was a basement after all so it wasn't as if they were trapped in a tiny dorm room or some other area with no space or exits.

There was a closet around the corner from where the TV was located. It was just a simple linen closet with spare sheets and a few old board games that hadn't been touched in years. Rachel and Tyler both looked at it simultaneously and agreed without speaking. She quickly tip-toed to the door and slid it open. She hopped in and shut it gently behind her. Her heart was again racing.

"Tyler?" Erica's voice was raspy and weak as she called out again. "Babe, are you up?"

Tyler took one final look at the closet door and sprung to action. He looked around desperately for any evidence of Rachel or their romp before hopping back onto the futon and grabbing a blanket. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV, keeping the volume low. He called back.

"Yeah, baby. I'm up." He let out an exaggerated, fake yawn. "Been up for just a bit."

Erica slowly made her way down the basement stairs. She'd definitely had a rough night and she looked it. Her seldom-worn reading glasses covered her steely blue eyes and her bright blonde hair was in a messy ponytail. Her prom makeup was streaked from the tears she'd shed while she had twice vomited. She was wearing one of Tyler's undershirts and a pair of yoga pants and she had a blanket clutched around her body as she moved slowly and gingerly. She finally made her way to the futon and sat down clumsily. She coughed once or twice and rubbed her eyes.

"Hey. How long have you been up? I saw your mom in the living room and we both thought we heard you yelling."

Tyler swallowed and tensed up. But this wasn't his first rodeo. He smiled, showing mild confusion, before nodding and indicating to the TV.

"Sorry. Nah, it was the TV. I cut it on and the volume was way up." He raised his left hand, which was holding the remote, and hit the off button for emphasis. "I tried to turn it down once I realized what was up. My bad."

Erica glanced over at the TV and then back at Tyler, none the wiser. She smiled and coughed again, shedding the blanket from around her shoulders.

"No, it's no problem." She took a sip from a bottle of water she had been carrying under the blanket. It seemed to help revive her and her voice cleared up. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm, um, sorry again about last night." She looked down sheepishly.

"Hey, it's no worry," he replied warmly. "We've both been there. I'm a big boy. Just glad you're feeling better now."

Erica took another sip of water and perked up further.

"I am, actually. Despite how I must look. In fact, seeing how nice you were to take care of me last night..."

She shot him a mischievous smile and ran a finger across his chest. "I'm sure you probably missed me." She began to run her hand lower, down his chest and towards his stomach. "I think maybe an apology is in order."

Tyler's tensed again as he realized what she was doing. Somehow, his dick managed to twitch, despite the level of complete sexual exhaustion he had just experienced. Instinctively, he smiled back at her. But he caught himself as he knew there was no way he could let her go near his penis. He had just been inside Rachel minutes before and an old gym sock had been the extent of his cleaning up. She would know. She wasn't an idiot.

With the TV off and the closet door slotted, Rachel could both hear and see them pretty well. Her pulse quickened and she tingled with nervous excitement. It was so cliché. She was actually hiding in a linen closet. It was silly to her but the seriousness of the situation kept her heart pounding. It also aroused her slightly. She sucked in her breath as she saw Erica lean in and begin to get suggestive. Uh oh...

Tyler's brain raced as he tried to figure out how to diffuse the situation. He smiled gently at his girlfriend and caught her hand just as it was reaching his waistband. He rubbed it between his fingers and gave her a warm look.

"Well, well, aren't you the sweetheart. That sounds amazing. I was pretty heroic last night, taking care of you. I don't know if an apology is in order, but some thanks is definitely appreciated." He grinned.

Erica smiled back and started to lean in closer. He stopped her.

"But look, I'm no animal here. I know you still feel like shit. Plus as amazing as I may have seemed last night, I got pretty banged up, too. Why don't we grab a couple of showers, I'll take you out to lunch like a princess deserves, and then, (he reached out and rubbed her breast through her shirt) then, we can finish this conversation about how much you want to make it up to me."

Erica paused for a second as she took in his words. It was a bit strange that he was stopping her. Tyler wasn't exactly the type to turn down some action at any time. Even as drunk as she'd been the previous night, she remembered vaguely that he had been pretty aggressively trying to get some. It hadn't been until she'd pushed him off her and raced to the bathroom to get sick that he'd finally relented. She figured he'd been frustrated all night and would be aching to get it as soon as she was able. Maybe he had taken it care of it himself. She smirked to herself.

However, despite her thoughts, she did feel some relief. She was still feeling worse than she had let on. Sex was probably not in the cards at the moment so the idea of giving him a blowjob in her current state was not exactly a dream come true. She had no problem doing it, and liked it even, but her mouth was dry, her throat was raw from throwing up and her nose was stuffed up. So leaning over and sucking his dick for the next several minutes was not totally ideal. She decided she'd take advantage of his rain check suggestion and not look a gift horse in the mouth.

Erica leaned back and sat upright again. She shot him a mock pout and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, it's your call, babe. I guess you're probably right. Just feel a little bad that my poor prom date didn't get any on such a cliché night." Both Rachel and Tyler smirked to themselves individually at her comment. If she only knew...

"Oh! And speaking of clichés," Erica continued before Tyler could respond. "Did you see Rachel last night? I saw her once or twice on the dance-floor but not at Jeff's. Apparently she was wearing some tight t-shirt with her tits just popping out." She shook her head with a laugh. "And I think she might've hooked up with Kevin. Can you believe that? Never in a million years would I have thought that she'd-. Look, here..."

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and flicked through it to locate her text messages. "Here, Jessie texted me this morning. She said:

Did you see Rachel? Pretty sure she hooked up with Kevin. I saw them together this morning and she had on this ridiculously tight t-shirt and I think there might have been a little cum on it. LOL! For real!! It was subtle but she got all flustered when I saw. OMG. Some things never change I guess. But Kevin?!?

So I texted back:

LMAO. Are you serious?? Actually not surprising one bit. Sounds exactly like Rachel. The Kevin part is weird though. Did you actually see them together? She might've found some other rando and slutted it up with him. It's Rachel we're talking about...

And then Jessie responded:

LOL. I don't know. I saw them standing pretty close and they looked embarrassed. Jeff said she had been acting a little slutty. LOL. I don't know. None of my business I guess.

Erica clicked off her phone and looked up at Tyler with a huge grin.

"Can you believe that? That whore is back at our school for like two hours and she throws her boobs around and likely blew some guy at Jeff's. Even got it on her shirt? Are you kidding me? Still surprised it would be Kevin though. I bet she snuck off and did someone else in a bathroom or something. Such a slut..."

Tyler's jaw tightened as he listened to his girlfriend sling barb after barb. Erica did not like Rachel. Not one bit. Partially due to simply being catty and not liking Rachel's promiscuity, but also due to Rachel's history with Tyler. Erica wasn't totally threatened by their past but she didn't like it much either. So even though she knew Tyler didn't want to hear it, she never passed up a chance to tear Rachel up in front of him.

Inside the closet, Rachel's entire face was on fire. She felt like she was seconds away from busting through the door and giving that bitch an excruciatingly detailed account of what had happened on that futon a few minutes earlier. She would love to see the color drain from Erica's face as she explained that the reason her boyfriend didn't want any part of her right now was because he had just been drained and dominated in ways that were not possible with her. She'd tell Erica to remember the next time Tyler fucked her (if it ever happened again) that he would be thinking of her instead and how hard he had just came. The thoughts made Rachel surge with energy and pleasure. Where the fuck did Erica get off talking like that?

As her mind raced, Rachel slowly came to that answer herself. Erica got off talking like that because it was true. Everything she had said was true. Rachel had snuck off and blown another guy at the afterparty. Two of them, actually. And look at where she was now. Look at what she had just done.

Guilt and shame flooded Rachel's brain and battled against her lust for revenge. She realized that she would never actually step out into the room and reveal it all. Erica was a bitch, but Rachel was no better. It was one thing for her to do what she did when she wasn't interfering with other peoples' relationships. But in this case, before the noon hour had even struck, she had been the "other woman" with two sets of couples and she had pleasured the boyfriends in question in ways that she wouldn't even say out loud. It was dirty and wrong and Rachel knew this. But her anger towards Erica wouldn't be defeated so easily. Despite everything, fuck that bitch, Rachel breathed to herself.

Tyler had also winced at Erica's words knowing full well that Rachel was hearing them too. He was conflicted as to how to respond. He couldn't defend Rachel too strongly, for fear of upsetting Erica and starting a fight, and perhaps even throwing her back onto a trail he had successfully kept her off of. On the other hand, he did still care about Rachel and hearing her get mercilessly cut down behind her back was hard to take. And if Rachel heard him say nothing, how would that make her feel?

"I, uh, wow, no I didn't see her. That shit sounds crazy. But what do you care what she does? You girls are so catty. So maybe she hooked up with her prom date. That would actually be an amazing thing as that boy could definitely use some. And if it was someone else, the fuck do you care? That's why girls are always fighting and unhappy. Always in each other's shit."

Tyler paused, wondering if he had gone too far. He hoped Rachel had heard him and was maybe satisfied with his defense of her.

Erica squinted at him and shot him an annoyed glare.

"Ty, what the fuck are you-? C'mon, Rachel is like the biggest slut in the-. Why are you even defending her? Whatever. You're right. I don't even care. She wants to go around and suck a bunch of dicks and get cum all over her for everybody to see, it's not my problem. She better just not-." Erica swallowed the thought and licked her lips. "Never mind. Whatever. I'm going to go shower anyway."

With that, Erica rose to her feet and turned back to the stairs in a mini-huff. She wasn't that mad with Tyler, but she didn't like when he defended Rachel. It made her think that maybe he still had feelings.

Tyler didn't say a word as he watched her climb the stairs and disappear back into the upper floor of the house. He exhaled deeply and shook his head. He'd probably pay for that later, he thought grimly. Oh well. Can't please everybody.

He stood up and turned towards the closet door when he saw it slide open and Rachel emerge slowly. Her face was hardened into a scowl and he was certain she was not thrilled about what she had overheard the past few minutes. He hoped she wasn't too pissed at him. He needed her to get going pretty quickly now that they had an opening.

"Rach, hey, listen, I-. I'm sorry about Erica. You know how she-. She's just popping off with-."

Tyler stopped as he realized Rachel was walking towards him, still staring hard at his face. She came all the way to him and stopped, just as her chest gently pushed into his. Her face still showed anger, but there was a sparkle in her eye. She was thinking about something. Maybe she wasn't mad at him.

"I don't want to hear about her." Rachel was speaking softly, just above a whisper. There was an edge to her voice. A sharp one. She reached her arms up and put them behind Tyler's head as she continued to speak.

"Fuck. Her."

"Rach, c'mon don't-."

"Ty, fuck her. She thinks I'm this huge slut? Well, let her be right." Rachel bit her lip and kept her eyes locked onto his. She swallowed hard and continued.

"I'm guessing we just bought another twenty minutes. Maybe thirty if sleeping beauty throws up again. I'll make things very clear for you. I will get down on my knees and I will suck your dick again right here on this floor. I will suck it until you can't take it anymore and then I'll let you bend me over that futon and do whatever you want to me." Her eyes were smoldering. She didn't blink the entire time.

"Whatever you want."

Tyler's heart throbbed as he processed the situation. His dick stirred again and he tried to make sense of what Rachel was saying. Holy shit. Was she crazy? They had almost gotten caught and they were lucky to be given a second chance. Why would she put herself right back into the same trouble again? He'd had to talk her into it last time. He'd even had to show her that gut-punch of a picture Jeff sent him. But now she was just bluntly offering it up. Wow. How pissed was she at Eri-?

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt Rachel's hands run down his chest and past his stomach. He was frozen still and let out a shiver as she slid one hand down the front of his shorts. He practically stumbled as her cool fingers reached the base of his hardening cock and she grabbed ahold. She was still staring right into his eyes. Had she really not even blinked yet? It was so hot. Almost frightening. Tyler gasped as he felt her slowly begin to stroke him. He was hardening quick.

"Rach, I, um, I'm not sure this is such a good-."

She cut him off softly.

"It's just that I feel so bad you're going to have to go back to...that." Rachel mockingly raised her eyes to the ceiling. "It just doesn't seem fair..."

Fair.

She was increasing the speed of her hand as he was now almost fully erect once more. He grimaced at her insults towards Erica. Erica was plenty hot and she kept him satisfied. But she wasn't on Rachel's level. Especially the level they had just reached earlier. Somehow knowing that Rachel's words were true made them seem more hurtful. Tyler was confused as he once again found himself having to defend one girl against the other. But he couldn't let her speak about his girlfriend to him like that.

"Rachel, stop it. Don't make this about her. Whatever you two feel about each other, you can't just talk about her to me like tha-."

Rachel cut him off. He was absolutely right. This was entirely about Erica. Whatever shame or regret she was feeling about what she had just done or what she was going to do again was lost amidst her bloodthirsty desire for revenge. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew it was hurtful and cheap and degrading. She also knew it was crazy and stupid as she was now abandoning a second chance to escape their predicament and get out free.

But all of that was meaningless as the singular goal in her mind was to drive the point home that she could get him off like no one else. Especially not that high-talking bitch who thought it was funny to rip her behind her back. Enjoy your shower, sweetie, Rachel thought dryly. I'll take it from here.

"Shhhh. You're right. I shouldn't be talking like that. I'll show you instead."

With that, Rachel released Tyler's dick and pulled her hand out of his pants. Still looking directly at him, she took a half-step back and grabbed a hold of his waistband. She sank to her knees, keeping eye contact the entire time. She didn't speak a word as she pulled his shorts down for the second time that morning and she didn't even flinch as his now surging dick sprung free and popped to full attention just inches from her face.
She brought his shorts to his ankles and briefly looked down. She inhaled deeply and brought her gaze first to his pulsing dick and then to his whitened face.

"It's okay," she whispered. "I'm here now."

Before he had a chance to react or stop her (not that he would've been able) Rachel closed her eyes and slipped his dick back into her mouth. She sucked him in deeply, keenly aware that the last place his penis had been was inside her. She didn't care and the thought actually aroused her a bit. She slid him back out between her lips and opened more widely to take him deeper. She brought a hand up to hold the base of his shaft so that she could get more leverage. She was going to make his knees buckle.

Rachel began forcefully sucking his cock and picking up her pace to a good clip. She twisted her face from side to side and thrashed her tongue all over his shaft as she slid it back and forth between her lips. Her head bobbed with a familiar skill as she executed yet another expert level blowjob with ease and passion. She enjoyed blowing him anyway but her anger towards Erica was completely in charge of this current task. She sucked him eagerly and began to make noise as she thought of how he'd compare this to the next lukewarm blowjob he got from that bitch.

Tyler looked down and watched with a combination of shock and pleasure as Rachel's gorgeous face bobbed rapidly over his dick. While there was no way she could get him to the same level of arousal as earlier, in some regards, she was actually sucking him better this time around. She was clearly on a mission and if there was one thing he knew about Rachel, when she was aroused or focused on her task, it was mind-blowing and the best thing to do was get out of the way and thank God for the gift. He knew the smart thing would be to stop her but that ship had long since sailed.

She had been blowing him steadily for three to four minutes without so much as a pause or drop in intensity. He had been so drained from their earlier romp that he didn't think he'd get off so easily. But she was proving him wrong as she expertly sucked him back to full arousal. He wondered how long she would stay down there like this. She had said something about stopping when he could no longer take it and having him bend her over the couch. His dick surged at the thought. No, he couldn't. They couldn't. There was no way. They'd make noise and get caught. It was the height of stupidity.

Rachel could've been a mind reader because at that moment she finally pulled off his dick and looked up at him, her breath fast and full.

"I see we're moving along nicely," she purred. "Give me about thirty more seconds down here and then we can move this party to the next location."

She glanced at the futon and then back at him. Keeping their eyes locked, she slid one hand down the front of her own shorts and whimpered gently as she touched herself. She blinked involuntarily and smiled back at him when her eyes opened.

"Hmm, maybe we should make that 15 seconds..."

Keeping her hand in her shorts, Rachel brought her lips back to his dick and opened wide. She eagerly sucked him back in with a full passion fueled by the arousal she was bringing herself. She was getting wet again and she couldn't wait to have him back inside her. She knew he'd never be able to resist bending her over and taking her from behind. He'd lose his mind, and shortly after, he'd lose complete control once again.

Tyler's brain was on fire as he watched Rachel work. Seeing her touch herself was so hot and her return to sucking his dick with a new vigor had him straining to keep control. About one minute longer and he'd surely explode in her mouth almost as forcefully as he had done earlier. But he couldn't get her words out of his head. He had to fuck her again. It was stupid and they were certainly going to get caught, but he didn't care. She had him and she wasn't letting go. There was nothing he could do to stop himself now.

And then, like an act of God, it happened. A voice. A man's voice.

"Tyler, are you still down there? Get your lazy ass up out of that cave of yours and join the land of the living! I've already seen your sweet girlfriend more than I've seen you this morning. Shake a leg!"

It was Tyler's dad. He was calling from the top of the stairs, but he almost never came down there. He couldn't see them and they weren't making much noise at all. Still, Tyler's heart skipped a beat as he struggled to find his voice.

"Um, I, uh, I mean, yes. Yes, I'm down here. Fine. Shit. I'll be up in a sec. Just trying to chill for a minute!"

He heard his dad scoff. " 'Chill for a minute?' It's practically the afternoon. You've had plenty of time to 'chill.' Hustle on up!"

They heard Tyler's dad turn from the stairs and go back into the main part of the house. Tyler's heart raced as he tried to make sense of everything. He stared down in almost disbelief. Rachel hadn't even paused for a second. The whole time Tyler and his dad yelled back and forth to each other, Rachel had been sucking away like nothing was different. Her hand was still in her shorts and her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled her cheeks in and worked his shaft as best she could. It was like she was somewhere else.

"Rach. Rach! Rachel!" He was whispering almost to a shout. Could she even hear him?

Rachel had been in a different place. She was so lost in the pleasure of both pleasing him and touching herself that Tyler's dad's familiar voice had barely registered in her head at all. She had heard him, but she didn't think anything of it. Like he was just background noise on the TV. She was focused on her task and her own arousal was beginning to peak again. But Tyler's calling of her name (on the third try) finally shook her out of it.

Her eyes opened and she removed her finger from the edge of her pussy. She kept sucking him but slowed her pace and dropped the intensity way down. Her brain slowly registered the reality of the situation as she realized they had to stop. She gave him one or two last generous sucks and pulled her lips away. She leaned back on her heels and looked up at him with a mixture of lust and disappointment. She brought a finger to her lips and gently rubbed away a little wetness. She sighed and waited for him to speak first.

"Rachel, look, shit." Tyler was racing a bit now. "Look, that was-. Um, fuck, look we gotta-, you gotta get going. We're gonna fuck this thing up here. Believe me, I'd love for you to stay and-." He glanced longingly at the futon and then back at her. "We can't. You know this, right? C'mon, we gotta go now."

With an exaggerated, mock-pout of her full lips, Rachel stared up at him wide-eyed, like she was a child who had just been denied a new toy. Then with a smile, she rose to her feet slowly and pushed into him. He was trying to pull his shorts back up over his dick when she brought her hand back to his shaft and spoke.

"That was really too bad. Too, too bad. I could practically (she leaned up into his ear and whispered) feel you back inside me."

She got back flat-footed and looked back into his eyes.

"I'm sorry again that you have to go back to, you know." She again looked up at the ceiling and shook her head. "Such a waste." She narrowed her eyes devilishly. "But now that we're back in contact, you know where to find me the next time you're feeling like you need...more."

With her final word, Rachel pushed up onto her toes and kissed his cheek. She let go of his shaft and stepped back. She turned away from him and took two steps towards to stairs and gingerly peered up to make sure it was clear. Satisfied, she looked back at him expectantly.

"Coming?"

Tyler's jaw hung slightly as he processed her words. His dick was throbbing and all he wanted in the world was for her to come back to him. His mind then shot to Erica and he felt his stomach twist in guilt and shame as he realized the first emotion he felt was disappointment. He was angry at Rachel for successfully devaluing her in his eyes. She was doing all of this just to prove a point. And it was working. He thought about her offer to stay in contact. His dick jumped again. No, he thought. He wouldn't. Right? He shook his head. He would.

Tyler smiled weakly and walked to join her at the base of the stairs. He ascended the staircase quickly but softly and cautiously made sure the coast was clear. Satisfied, he waved her up. Rachel gracefully made her way up to him and turned towards to garage door as she reached the summit. She opened it without a sound and deftly crept out like she had done many times before. As she stepped into the garage, she turned back towards him and looked at his eyes as she waited for him to close the door. As he carefully pushed it shut, nervously flicking his gaze from her back to the house, she brought a finger back to her mouth. Just as the door was about to shut and only his face was left visible, Rachel softly mouthed to him.

"Call me."

She saw his eyes widen and heard him swallow as he shut the door.

***

Rachel confidently strode back to her car, feeling like she had just scored the winning goal of a championship game. She was aroused, and once again feeling a bit unsatisfied, but she surged with power as she thought of the last image burned into her brain: Tyler's face as he closed the door.

It was a mixture of arousal, confusion, and nervousness. Almost fear. She had wrapped him up so tightly and left him wondering if he would be able to resist contacting her again. She smiled triumphantly as she slowly backed her car down the driveway and pulled back onto the street, undetected. She felt almost sexual pleasure as she thought of how wound up Tyler was now and how badly he'd need a release.

Evil thoughts of victory danced through her head as she thought of how, at some point in the near future (probably that day) Tyler and Erica would have sex. He'd want it so bad and part of her was a little jealous of the animalistic experience Erica was likely going to receive as a result of her own efforts.

But it paled in comparison to the twisted joy she felt knowing that when Tyler was fucking Erica, especially when he came, he'd be thinking of one person. And it wouldn't be the girl he was with. Her eyes narrowed and she involuntarily pushed down on the accelerator. That's what she gets, Rachel thought. Erica wanted to be a bitch like that? She didn't even know the half of it.

The thought brought Rachel's feelings of superiority and power to a crescendo. The feeling almost overloaded her with electric stimulation. Her car raced down the road as she gripped the wheel with intensity. Her anger and confidence has combined with her arousal to flood her senses with a feeling of power. It was a like a drug, a short, violent burst of a high that penetrated every nerve in her body.

But just as quickly as she peaked, her high evaporated and her feelings fell. She had created an imaginary enemy and had worked herself up all the way to victory. And when she finally had it (whatever "it" was), there was no longer a target for her anger and hurt. The comedown was just as jarringly sudden as the surge had been and the wave took her breath away. She felt her emotions crash hard and she lost control of the wheel, almost pulling the car off the road. Luckily, she only lived a few minutes away so she summoned every bit of resolve she had and willed her way back to her neighborhood. But the levee was breaking. She brought her car to a stop at edge of her driveway and put it into park.

And then she lost it.

She sobbed violently as the full force of what she had done that morning washed over her. It had all seemed like so much fun in the moment but when she tallied it up, it was dreadful. And now she was sitting in her car, alone. No more flattery from boys who were only trying to get one thing. No more false enemies to conquer. She had been used repeatedly all morning, but worst of all, she had been a willing participant. She'd helped two boys cheat on their girlfriends right under their very noses. She gave a third a generous blowjob while allowing others to watch and know what she was doing. And she had fantasized about similar encounters of the past all while working herself up into a state of maddening arousal.

And finally, she had at best confused, and at worst completely humiliated, the one guy out of all of them that truly gave a shit about her. It was enough to make her want to crawl into a hole and die. She cried loudly and tears rolled down her face and onto her shirt. God, her shirt! It was the physical incarnation of all the awful things she had done that morning. She touched the now scratchy and dried stain on the side and let out a deep sob. What had she done?

She wasn't sure how long she had been crying when she suddenly became aware that it was raining. The gentle taps of droplets dancing on her roof had grown to a more forceful and frenetic pace. Her sobs slowed to gentle whimpers and she rubbed her eyes. Her makeup was running everywhere and her shirt was spotted with her tears. She gathered herself and realized she'd have to go in the house soon or her parents might notice her just sitting there. She glanced at the clock on the dash and smirked with a strange sense of comfort.

11:59.

She had seen that exact time more than she cared to admit while sitting in the same spot, steeling herself to go inside and face her parents. Of course, usually it was 11:59 pm and she was racing to beat curfew. The earliness of the hour again made her head spin as the morning suddenly felt like an entire week. She sighed deeply and shook herself. She could do this.

She hopped out of the car into the rain and wildly grabbed her stuff. Slamming the door with her foot, she ran through the drops to the back door by the garage. She burst in and quickly turned to head to the stairwell. She mumbled something about the rain and being soaked and she bounded up the stairs.

Safely alone, Rachel threw her stuff onto the floor of her room before heading to the bathroom. She ran the hot water of the shower and turned to face herself in the full mirror. It was the clearest look she'd had of herself since the night before when she had carefully done herself up in her best for the prom. She looked like she felt now. Tired. Spent. Low.

She sighed and reached down to pull her yellow shirt over her head, like she had already done so many times that morning. She slid off her shorts and kicked them into a corner and turned back to look at herself. She thought of all the hands that had been on her today. More than hands.

She swallowed hard as she remembered the last time she had stood naked in front of a mirror. It had been minutes after Jeff had exploded onto her. She had felt like a pornstar as she saw the gruesome image in his basement bathroom mirror. She had cleaned herself off pretty well but she still felt disgusting and dirty. She gently brought a hand to the very top of her right breast, right below her clavicle and touched her skin gingerly. The tips of her fingers stuck ever so slightly as she pushed them to her flesh and pulled away. She shuddered at the feeling of her sticky chest. She wasn't clean at all.

She got in the shower and let the hot water run over her body. She had a habit of taking showers like this when she feel emotionally low. She would simply close her eyes and let everything wash away until the water ran cold. She would stay in there all day if she could.

All she could think about was the morning and how she had given in. How she had been used. How she had liked it. She thought of Kevin's face when he had seen her and Jeff sneaking down to the basement. He'd known right away what she was about to go do. She could've stopped it all, but she hadn't. She shook her head in resigned disappointment. God, you're such a bitch.

She squeezed her eyes tighter and gritted her teeth, but she couldn't get Kevin's pained face out of her head. That classic look of shock and hurt (touched with arousal) that she'd seen so many times before. It was the face he'd make when he'd catch her from across the room getting cozy with another guy. Or the face he'd make when she'd emerge from the basement or an upstairs bedroom, her hair slightly a mess and her eyes touched with playful sheepishness.

It was one of the reasons that she hadn't hung out with Kevin much as the year had progressed. Things weren't great for Rachel lately and she felt bad about enough. Seeing him shoot her that twisting look just filled with guilt. Guilt that she didn't need.

As the water ran hot over her hair and down her back, she thought about the last time she could vividly recall seeing Kevin look at her like that. It had been back in the fall. Back when things were still fun and light.

Back before...

NEXT -- Chapter 6: Just Friends

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