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Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Prom Ch. 06: Just Friends

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 and appreciate any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you're too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again.

I'm kidding.

Enjoy!

*All characters in this story are 18 years or older*

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CHAPTER 6

Rachel sighed as her eyes darted back and forth between the two images in front of her. She brought a finger to her lips and tapped on them idly as she tried to focus on her choices. Decisions, decisions...

Hanging from her closet door were two tops and she simply couldn't pick between them. On the left was a plain gray V-neck t-shirt that stopped just above her waist, and on the right hung a navy blue spaghetti-strap tank top. Both would fit her like a glove and neither would leave her wanting for attention or admiring glances. She smiled at the thought. That was exactly what she was going for.

With a final pop of her lips, Rachel flicked her eyes to the right and made her decision. There was nothing wrong with the gray shirt, but the navy tank would definitely accentuate what she was always proudest to show off: her boobs.

She grinned at herself and shook her head as she reached for the hanger. She sure seemed to be putting the "girls" on display more and more lately. The weather was still warm and she'd tried to rationalize her outfit choices under that argument, but it was simply a justification. The truth was that she was beginning to feel more comfortable at her new school and her initial shyness and hesitation to show herself off and attract attention had all but dried up.

As she turned towards her mirror and began to slip the tank over her bra and full cleavage, she smiled again at how things were going for her lately. She'd been at Pine Valley for more than a month and she was certainly making her presence felt. She'd made several friends, was doing great in field hockey, and was already a regular on the party scene. That last part had led her to test the waters "boy-wise" and it was in that regard that she was truly beginning to settle into her old ways.

She'd hooked up with a few guys and word was already beginning to spread about her. She had initially planned to lay low in that arena but those plans had changed abruptly the night she had met Chris. She shivered pleasurably at the thought. He was so hot, and while she'd only been with him the one time, she was already making mental plans to explore that avenue more fully.

It was actually those very plans that had been running through her head when she'd picked her outfit. She was going to a party later and she hoped that Chris might be there. She'd seen him in school over the past few weeks and they'd flirted a little, but things were moving a bit slowly for her taste. She knew that based on how Chris looked that he surely wasn't hurting for options in the ladies department. She probably had plenty of competition. But she was also very confident in her own powers of persuasion.

The loud buzzing of her phone on the dresser shook her from her thoughts and she turned towards the noise as she finished smoothing out her top. She reached for the phone, and after a brief moment of indecision, she picked it up and answered with a cheerful tone.

"Hey, Kev! What's up?"

Rachel smiled and listened as her closest guy-friend began chatting away happily into her ear. She talked with Kevin on the phone pretty often but it was still kind of weird not seeing him in school every day as she had in the past. They still made a point to get together somewhat regularly and it was just such a point that Kevin appeared to be making at the moment.

It was a Friday night and it wasn't that late so he was calling to see if she wanted to catch a movie or something. She sucked in a breath and looked reflexively at the clock on her wall. She'd love to hang out with Kevin, but she'd really been looking forward to going out to the party and drinking and having fun. She chewed on her lip and tried to think of what to do.

She never liked blowing Kevin off because, not only did she love hanging out with him, he always seemed so excited to see her. Deep down she knew why, but she did her best to pretend otherwise. Kevin obviously had some feelings for her that went beyond their close friendship. He'd never made any overt moves to that end, and for her part, Rachel had never done anything to lead him on. But she wasn't an idiot and she could tell by the way he sometimes looked at her that part of him wanted more.

She was about to gently rebuff his movie offer when she suddenly had an idea. She wanted to see Kevin and she wanted to go to the party. So why not do both?

"Aw, Kev, that would've been fun, but I'm actually going to this party tonight and I already told a bunch of people I'd be there. But listen, you should come too! Seriously. We haven't hung out like that in a while. I mean, it'll be mostly Pine Valley kids but I'm sure there will be some people you know. Come on!"

Kevin hesitated at her curveball, and for a moment, he considered politely declining. He preferred to hang out with Rachel one-on-one so going to some party where he wouldn't know many people didn't sound all that great. But he changed course suddenly as an idea popped into his head as well.

"Okay. Yeah, that sounds fun. In fact, how about I come pick you up and we'll just go together?"

Rachel swallowed at the suggestion and took another breath. She was happy that he wanted to come but she had mixed feelings about him driving her. She was very sensitive about acting in a way that might give him the wrong impressions. She didn't want him to go out of his way to do things for her and she didn't want him to be beholden to her later on either. She cleared her throat and spoke sweetly.

"Oh, no that's okay! Really. You don't have to drive me. It's out of your way and I don't want you to have to feel like you-."

Kevin cut her off with dismissive insistence.

"Rachel, seriously. It's cool. It's my pleasure. Plus, you know where the party is so this way I won't have to follow you or get directions or anything. For real. I'll be by in like thirty minutes."

Rachel bit her lip and exhaled again. Kevin surely wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. Oh well. It would be easier. And if he was going to be so insistent, she wasn't going to make a thing about it. She nodded her head reflexively and agreed.

"Okay. Sounds great. I'll see you then!"

Not a minute late, Kevin's car pulled up and Rachel came out to meet him. He felt himself stiffen as she climbed into his car and plopped into the passenger seat. She looked incredible. She had on a small, white sweater that only partially-covered what was a very-revealing navy blue tank top. A pair of light blue low-rise jeans hugged her hips and appeared to be painted-on as they stretched tightly down her toned legs. When she'd bent over to get in the car, Kevin's heart had skipped a beat at the painfully alluring eye-full he'd been treated to down her top. Her full, perfect breasts hung heavily as the sexy white bra that held them in tight came into full view.

The two friends laughed and joked as Kevin struggled to keep his eyes on the road and off the far more enticing image to his right. When they reached the house, his heart pounded again as she opted to discard the sweater cover-up she had on (which had likely been added to her ensemble only for her parents' benefit). Kevin clenched his fist and tried to tear his eyes away as she arched her back and pulled the soft cashmere from her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice his glances, and within moments, they had hopped from the car and were headed to the front door.

The party wasn't a huge affair but it was in full swing when they arrived. Rachel's stomach fluttered excitedly as she made her way through the house and scanned the rooms. She recognized a bunch of people from school, some of whom she had met briefly or had a class with. Several more were vaguely familiar even if she didn't know their names. She tingled as she caught numerous boys' eyes light up as she passed, their gazes dropping to her chest. She licked her lips and pretended not to notice as she floated her way through the crowd. She hoped she'd see Chris...

After a quick lap through the house (one that disappointingly did not include a Chris-sighting) she settled into the kitchen with Kevin. She wasn't sure how many people he knew so she didn't want to ditch him and make him feel uncomfortable. They each got drinks and resumed their catching up from the car ride.

Every so often a boy from school would drift by and give her a quick greeting, sometimes letting his eyes wash over her obviously. Both she and Kevin noticed each time and they both tingled in response. But while Kevin's reaction was borne of jealousy, Rachel's was from pure excitement.

Some time passed and the scene continued to flow with energy as Rachel and Kevin chatted away. During a break in the conversation, Kevin excused himself to go to the bathroom and told her he'd be right back. She smiled warmly, but truthfully, she was relieved to have a quick breather. He wasn't smothering her, and even if had been, it would be her fault for insisting he come, but she was still beginning to get antsy to explore the party a bit and perhaps find some fun. She was just starting to wonder about Chris again when a shrill voice shook her back to the moment.

"Rachel! You whore! Have you been hiding here the whole time??"

Rachel snapped her head up to the sound and grinned widely in response. Heading her direction was her friend Rebecca from the field hockey team. As she reached Rachel's spot in the corner, she flashed her fiery green eyes and spoke loudly with a playfully-annoyed tone.

"Girl, I didn't even know you had gotten here!" She paused and flicked teasingly at Rachel's empty cup. "Shit, you're probably, like, way behind! C'mon! Let's fix that!"

Before Rachel could react, Rebecca grabbed her by the arm and halfway-dragged her out of the kitchen and towards the living room. She thought suddenly of Kevin and how he would be coming back soon, but it was too late to stop her wild friend. She shook her head with a smile and followed her out of the room.

Rebecca leading the way, Rachel allowed herself to be pulled to a different part of the house before the girls stopped near a small group of people. She recognized most of them, including a taller boy, Greg, from one of her classes. They were all holding little plastic shot glasses and Rebecca's eyebrows suddenly narrowed as she glanced around. Apparently not finding the person she was looking for, she turned back towards another room and shouted out loudly.

"J! Hey, girl! Bring one more!"

Rachel turned in the direction of Rebecca's yell and widened her eyes in curiosity. A few seconds later, a taller blonde girl appeared in the doorway holding two glasses. Rachel smiled brightly.

Jenn.

Her other friend from the field hockey team was coming towards the group at an excited, hurried pace. But as she made her way through the room, her knee banged into a sofa chair and almost sent her to the floor. With a shriek and a quick spin, she caught herself and popped up right in front of Rachel's face, her eyes wide with startled panic. Somehow she had managed to avoid spilling the shots.

The entire group exploded in warm laughter at Jenn's clumsy maneuver. Rachel's tall, blonde friend was an all-conference athlete in both field hockey and soccer. Her long, smooth legs just seemed to glide effortlessly on the field, like a gazelle evading a predator without breaking a sweat. But the moment she took off her cleats, she somehow lost all sense of coordination. She was hopelessly clumsy, a fact not aided any by her propensity to drink far beyond what she should.

As the laughter finally died down, Rachel wiped a tear from her eye and smiled warmly at her goofy friend. Jenn's near-fall had summoned a quick memory to her brain and she stifled another giggle at the thought. It was of the night she and Jim had dropped Jenn off at her house and tried to sneak her in the back door. Everything had been going to plan until she'd crashed into a TV table and woken up half her house. Jim and Rachel had shot off running and laughing as scared excitement shot through their veins.

Of course, that hadn't been the only thing they'd done that had gotten the blood pumping for either of them. Rachel blushed to herself as she thought of how not fifteen minutes after that mad dash, she'd somehow found herself topless and leaned over Jim's seat, giving him an enthusiastic blowjob. Part of her still couldn't believe she'd done it (or finished it the way she had). She'd just been so turned on and excited. From their wild run. From the party. From walking in on Rebecca having sex. And from-. She swallowed hard.

From Chris.

She was about to scan the room again and check to see if he had showed up when Jenn interrupted her thoughts with a shrill shout.

"Here, Rach! This one's for you!"

Rachel grinned and took the shot glass from her hand. The group all cheered each other and downed their drinks. Rachel gritted her teeth as the warm, vodka-burn rolled over her tongue and down her throat. She shook her head playfully and smiled wide. She was definitely starting to settle in.

She'd just been about to introduce herself to the one guy in the circle she didn't know when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She spun around with a smile, but just a sprinkle of guilt hit her stomach at what she saw.

Kevin was standing right behind her, his face warm, but his eyes a bit jumpy. He'd returned from the bathroom to find her missing so he'd poked around until he'd located her doing a shot with this new group. He had recognized a few people at the party so far, but no one in the current circle was familiar.

Rachel exhaled and smiled brightly. Giving him a quick hug, she pulled him towards the group and began making introductions.

"Everyone, this is Kevin. We used to go to school together at Taylor Reed. He's, like, one of my best friends!"

Kevin smiled at everyone and nodded. He liked how enthusiastically Rachel was bringing him into the group, but it always made him flinch a bit when she introduced him as her "best" friend or a "close" friend. It was an accurate title, but it also served a reminder as to how she viewed him. He swallowed and tried to move on from the thought.

A tall boy from across the circle nodded at him as he took a sip from a red cup.

"Taylor Reed? Shit, me and Greg played you all in basketball last year. You whipped us pretty good."

He exchanged a knowing look with the boy standing next to him, who nodded in grim agreement.

Kevin smiled politely and shook his head.

"Yeah, I don't play but we definitely got a squad. It's all good though. Your school has prettier girls."

He smirked and shot Jenn and Rebecca an admiring grin, before letting his gaze linger on Rachel for a moment. The girls giggled and grinned back.

The tall boy laughed and nodded back with a smile.

"Yeah, the scenery's okay around here." He shifted his eyes and stopped on Rachel as well, most noticeably on her chest. With a smirk, he continued.

"But it's definitely improved a lot recently."

Rachel blushed and looked away. She had seen this boy before around school. She didn't know much about him except that he was tall and pretty decent looking. And apparently he played basketball. But she didn't know his name.

Her answer came immediately as Rebecca spat out a sarcastic shout.

"TJ! The 'scenery's okay'? You know Jenn and I are here, too? You're such a dick."

TJ looked over at the smiling, but fiery looking brunette across from him. He laughed and put up his hands defensively.

"Easy, girl! You know that any time you wanna give me that sweet ass again, I'm just a call away." He shook his head at her before indicating back to Rachel.

"I'm not dissing you two. I'm just saying that a little infusion of talent is never a bad thing."

Rachel blushed again as TJ winked at her. She felt some excited butterflies form in her stomach as she felt his gaze on her. She wasn't sure what she thought about him, but at least she knew his name now.

Rebecca scoffed and rolled her eyes as she responded with piercing sarcasm.

"You know, I'm not sure how I resist. Such a smooth-talker."

TJ raised a playful eyebrow and grinned as he shot back.

"Well, what did Brad say to you?"

Rebecca raised her eyebrows and smirked.

"Excuse me?"

TJ took another sip and shrugged innocently.

"I mean, I heard y'all banged on the first night. What did he say that was so smooth?"

Rebecca's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped. She blushed a bit as she heard the giggles around her. But she was no pushover, even if TJ was simply poking fun. She flipped her wavy, dark hair and smiled at him with mock-sweetness.

"Aw, sweetie. Let's just say that his smooth-talking isn't the only place he has you beat."

The group erupted in laughter as Rebecca winked at TJ with a cruel, playful grin. TJ flinched at the body-blow but recovered quickly to laugh it off. He tipped his cup at her respectfully and took another sip.

"Okay, okay. Truce. I'll just say that I've never gotten any complaints. I think it's probably just those sexy lips of yours that have a way of making a guy's dick looks smaller."

The group laughed again as Rebecca rolled her eyes and shook her head. Rachel giggled as well, but she felt an exciting, nervous energy rolling through her senses. She'd already been a little worked up hoping that Chris would be there that night. And the conversation they were all having was flooding her with second-hand arousal.

TJ's joke about Rebecca and Brad was a clear reference to that night earlier in the year that Rachel had walked in on them getting it on. And it had put the image from their bedroom romp squarely back into her head. All she could picture was Rebecca and her impossible curves riding Brad passionately. Brad's face had been twisted with intense pleasure as he ran his hands over her hips and ass. It had been such an unexpectedly hot moment to witness and it had helped fuel Rachel to do what she'd done with Jim later in his car.

But it wasn't just that memory that was turning her on now. It was TJ's hinting at a sexual history between himself and Rebecca as well. His joke about her full lips (and her counter-shot about his size) seemed to connect the dots that she'd sucked his dick at some point. Maybe more. Rachel had already felt a mild stir when she'd caught him checking her out. And now she was imagining his penis, and further, her friend sliding it in and out of her mouth.
The group continued to laugh and joke for a while before someone made the suggestion of playing a drinking game. Jenn immediately answered affirmatively for all three girls and Rachel shrugged at Kevin, encouraging him to join as well. He wasn't going to be drinking all that much, but he could at least hang out with them and have a good time.

Everyone made their way back to the kitchen and sat down around a round table. Rachel tingled again as she noticed TJ making a point to sit next to her. Kevin noticed as well and felt his stomach twist a little bit, even more so when Jenn grabbed the seat on the other side of her. He reluctantly chose a spot across the table, deciding that sitting next to Rebecca wasn't such a bad consolation prize. Still, he'd wanted to be closer to Rachel.

The group settled into the game, and before long, everyone was drinking, laughing, and having a good time. Rachel had long forgotten about Chris, but the excitement he had stirred up in her was still very present. And as she drank more and let herself relax, it began to appear possible that some other guy just might end up the beneficiary of such excitement.

She'd tingled a few times as she'd felt TJ begin to get a little more comfortable with her. His hands had found their way onto various parts of her body throughout the evening. A subtle brush of her leg and a gentle touch on her lower back. It made her shiver each time.

And it hadn't been a one-way street either. Rachel could feel his eyes on her, especially on her boobs, and she hadn't exactly done much about it. To the contrary, she'd leaned into him once or twice, or idly played with the gold heart locket that hung by her cleavage. As their hands playfully explored each other during the game, she felt the warmth of her arousal climb.

But every time it began to get hot, a splash of cold water would bring it back down. As relaxed as she was getting, she couldn't help but notice Kevin's occasional glances from across the table. She'd shivered one time when TJ had pushed further and slid his hand closer around her inner thigh. She wondered if Kevin could tell what was happening, or if he could see any of their subtle touches from where he sat. She felt guilty about it but she didn't know what to do otherwise.

The game went on for a while and definitely had its share of exciting moments. It had a bit of a "strip poker" element to it and several people ended up as victims. Girls (including Rachel) were forced to flash their bras after losing moments and the guys had dropped their pants a few times. Greg had even flashed his bare ass to the group, even though it hadn't been necessary. Rachel felt her arousal climb steadily as the hours melted away and it was beginning to look like TJ had some ideas of his own about her. His touches had become constant and his eyes had lit up like stars when she'd pulled up her tank top each time.

It finally ended and everyone semi-scattered throughout the house. The party had thinned out a bit but there still a decent number of people around. Rachel retreated to chat and gossip with her friends and the boys seemed to go their own ways as well. This left Kevin in a bit of a weird spot and he was actually relieved when he noticed his phone was about to die. It gave him an excuse to go out to his car and retrieve his charger, while also getting some well-needed fresh air.

He'd just grabbed the cord and was heading back to the house when he overheard a few boys talking outside. As he got closer, he realized it was Greg and TJ. They were outside smoking cigarettes on a far end of the front porch. Kevin had learned earlier that it was TJ's house they were in so apparently smoking on the porch wasn't a big deal.

He didn't mean to pry into their conversation, but he stopped as he heard a few words. They were familiar words, about a familiar subject. He'd walked by in mid-sentence but he drew in a breath as he realized regrettably what they were talking about.

"...and those tits. Fuck me, bro. What I'd do with them."

"...did Jim in his car...said she was fucking great at..."

"...that wasn't the only...Chris earlier...what I heard at least."

"...friend goes to Reed...said similar things about...gave tons of head to like..."

"Well, shit. I'm definitely trying to get my dick sucked tonight then."

Kevin felt his heart skip. TJ had said the last part and he'd heard it very clearly. Kevin steadied himself and walked quickly back towards the front door. He'd almost reached it when he heard his name. His heart skipped again.

"Yo! Um, Kevin, right? Hey bro, hold up real quick."

Kevin turned slowly to see TJ nodding from several feet away. He was coming towards him with a bright smile. As he got close, he flicked his cigarette and nodded again, leaning in towards Kevin's face.

"Hey man! You havin a good time? Listen, can I ask you something real quick?"

Kevin swallowed and forced out a polite smile. He was pretty sure what TJ was going to ask and he was dreading it.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"

TJ grinned again and leaned in further.

"Cool. Um, so your girl Rachel. Look, I don't wanna step on anyone's toes. She's not, like-. I mean, you two aren't a thing right? Like, she said y'all were just friends?"

Kevin felt his face get hot and he set his jaw to keep his composure. This wasn't the first time he'd been asked a similar question from some guy who'd set his sights on Rachel. It made his stomach twist every time.

And the worst part was there was no way to throw the guy off the trail without lying and risking looking like an asshole later. He'd simply have to smile and say "no," effectively stepping out of the way for the guy to proceed with his plan.

Kevin's head swam as all he could think about was what he'd overheard TJ say with a laugh just a few moments earlier:

"Well, shit. I'm definitely trying to get my dick sucked tonight then."

He knew Rachel and he knew that she'd probably do it. He didn't know how well she knew TJ, but it had appeared that this party had been their first real acquaintance outside of passing each other at school for a few weeks. And now, just a few hours after learning his name for the first time, she'd likely give him a casual blowjob if he played his cards right.

Kevin swallowed again and snapped out of his trance as he realized TJ was still awaiting his answer. He forced his lips into a tight grin and spoke with a friendly tone.

"No, of course. Nah, we're just friends. She's not my girlfriend or anything."

TJ beamed at the response he'd hoped to hear. He gave Kevin a friendly nod and spoke again, his tone bordering on excited.

"Oh okay! Good, that's what I'd thought. I just didn't want to, like, step in or anything if I had misread the situation."

Kevin simply smiled back, his ears burning. He didn't want to stay in this conversation any longer than he had to so he nodded and turned back towards the door. His hands shook as he made his way inside and processed everything that had happened. He'd seen Rachel and TJ getting a little close during the drinking game and now it was confirmed that TJ would be making his move at some point. He stopped as he located Rachel in the corner of a room, giggling with her friends. She looked happy and loose. And he knew what that meant.

He felt like a dick, but he decided that if he hung out with her for the rest of the evening, maybe he could prevent anything from happening. He justified it in the knowledge that Rachel surely had a history of getting with guys even if she wasn't totally into them. So maybe she wasn't really feeling TJ and maybe he could actually be saving her from being talked into something she'd regret. It was kind of twisted-logic, but it was the best he could come up with.

True to his plan, Kevin stayed by Rachel's side for the remainder of the party. He listened as she joked with her friends and chatted away about school and field hockey and everything else. He even glanced around the room occasionally for signs that TJ was looking to slide in. He knew he was totally cock-blocking the guy, but he didn't care. His jealousy was steering the boat.

The night died down eventually and soon only Kevin, Rachel, Jenn, and Rebecca were left. Rebecca hadn't actually drank that much but Jenn was a mess. So it was good thing they had driven together. They said their good-byes and headed out, leaving only Kevin and Rachel.

And of course, TJ.

TJ was definitely a little disappointed with how things had turned out, especially given the positive signs he'd been getting earlier in the night. It had seemed like a sure bet. But he'd never really gotten a chance to get Rachel alone after the game.

On the other end of the spectrum, Kevin was filled with relief that he'd successfully kept them apart. He'd noticed TJ making his last ditch efforts to re-engage Rachel but the clock had run out. He still felt kind of shitty about it, but what was done was done.

Until all of a sudden, it wasn't.

***

Rachel chuckled to herself as she pulled her face back from the stream of the shower and rubbed the water from her eyes. She could still picture that stupid vase shattered on the kitchen floor. It was amazing how one tiny moment could alter things in such a big way.

But her chuckle died as she could picture something else as well. Kevin's face. His wide eyes and anxious expression as he'd processed what was happening. She'd seen that same face just a couple hours earlier when Jeff had been leading her to the basement. Kevin had known what she'd soon be doing.

Just as he had that night.

***

"Thanks again. This was a lot of fun. I'll see you in school on Monday, I guess."

Rachel's parting pleasantries rolled off her tongue warmly as she began to pull away from TJ's body. She had just given him a good good-bye hug (one that lingered a bit on his end) and she smiled to herself as they decoupled.

She turned to follow Kevin out of the door when her elbow clipped a vase on the kitchen counter. The moment unfolded in slow motion and she could only stare dumbly as the green, glass orb slid from the counter and crashed loudly onto the floor. Truthfully, Rachel was pretty drunk and her coordination wasn't exactly at its peak. Glass shattered and array of defenseless daylilies scattered limply about. Droplets of water splashed her feet and she shrieked in embarrassment at what she'd done.

After a moment of stunned silence, she looked up at TJ with wide, apologetic eyes.

"Oh my GOD! I'm so, so sorry! I'm such a klutz! Oh my God, was that, like, expensive or nice or something? Dammit. Look, I'll clean it up! And I'll pay for it. For real!"

TJ watched as the pretty (and certainly buzzed) girl he'd been targeting all night rambled on in embarrassment. The vase wasn't some collector's piece or anything, but he did wonder if his parents might notice its absence when they got back the next day. He was about to tell her it was no big deal when his eyes flashed towards her body. She'd bent over to assess the damage and her large, seemingly perfect tits were hanging tantalizingly in almost full view. He swallowed.

He had an idea.

Reaching forward, he put his hand on Rachel's shoulder as she stood hunched over the broken glass. His touch shook her from her mini-panic and she looked up at his face with wide eyes. She relaxed a little at his warm and friendly expression, but a shiver quickly followed as she saw his gaze dart down to her completely-open shirt. She swallowed as he spoke.

"Whoa, whoa. Slow down! Hey it's fine, seriously. You don't have to pay for anything. Don't be ridiculous."

Rachel started to stand back up, fully aware of his eyes roaming all over her. She grinned at him apologetically and began to speak again. But he cut her off, finishing his thought.

"But you could stay for a bit and help me clean it up. You know, if you felt bad..."

Rachel froze and stared directly into his eyes. Tingles shot through her fingertips as she processed what he was saying. They'd obviously been doing some flirting earlier in the evening and she could still vividly recall his probing touches on her legs and back during their game. She'd actually been a little surprised that he hadn't approached her later in the night. But that was probably because she'd been with-.

Her eyes widened and she turned back around to face Kevin. His expression was tight, almost nervous. She could tell he was trying to look casual but she knew him well enough to see through it. She felt guilt beginning to seep in to her system. She hated making him feel awkward or uncomfortable in these situations. But she was also pretty turned on.

She swallowed and tried to think. She felt excitement building in her stomach and she wasn't sure what to do or say. She turned back to TJ and bit her lip as she let the words tumble out.

"I, um-. Well, okay. I mean, of course! It's just that I think we were about to go and..."

She spun around to look Kevin for some support. Maybe he could make her choice for her.

Kevin steadied himself and picked up on her signs immediately.

"Oh yeah, I mean I'm her ride and everything so I think we gotta get going." He paused and switched gears. "Or hang on, we could both help you real quick before we go."

TJ smiled back, alternating his gaze between them. He thought quickly and turned to Rachel as he shook his head.

"No, no. It's cool. I can give you a ride home as soon as we're done." He looked back up at Kevin and nodded. "Seriously, dude. I don't mind at all. I don't want to jam you up."

Rachel tingled again as she felt the ball being hit back into her court. TJ had proposed a viable alternative and it was now her move. She studied his face and felt her stomach flutter again. Was he implying something by having her stay to "help him clean up"? She considered the notion. They certainly had been flirting earlier in the evening...

"Um, okay. I mean, if you don't mind. Like, I don't want you to have to go out of your way or anything."

TJ grinned brightly and shook his head. He had her. He just had to seal the deal.

"Are you kidding? Of course not. It would be my pleasure."

He smiled to himself as he watched her intoxicating chest rise and fall to her quickening breaths. Oh it would be his pleasure, all right.

Rachel swallowed and nodded back. She turned around to face Kevin and again flinched at his expression. She could see the gears turning in his brain. He could tell TJ was trying to get her alone at last. She felt her stomach drop again but she fought the feeling back. Maybe TJ really did just want help cleaning up. And she wasn't Kevin's girlfriend. She couldn't just sit out her life or walk on eggshells when he was around. It wasn't fair to anyone.

"Um, all right, Kev. I guess I don't need a ride." She smiled warmly and tried to sound reassuring. "It's better anyway. I'm not on your way. It's easier for you."

She knew that made little difference and Kevin's reaction confirmed it. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat as he leaned in and spoke. His voice came out rambling.

"Look, no, it's cool. I can just stay and-, I don't mind and it's fine to bring you home since I -."

Rachel stepped into him and cut him off as she put a hand gently on his arm.

"Kevin, it's fine. Really. I'll be fine."

She smiled at him and leaned in to give him a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for picking me up and for putting up with my friends. I'll call you tomorrow or something, okay?"

Kevin stood frozen as she pulled back. He barely registered her words. But her touch snapped him back. He had a sinking feeling that he knew what was going to happen next. What she'd likely be doing soon. He tried his hardest not to picture it in his head.

He nodded gently and forced out a smile. With a quick glance back at TJ, he turned and headed for the door. As he stepped out and went to close it behind him, he looked back a final time, just in time to see TJ step in closer to Rachel and put his arm behind her waist. He swallowed and shut the door.

Rachel flinched at the sound of the door closing but another stimulus redirected her attention. She shivered as TJ's hand snaked smoothly behind her waist and rested right on top of her jeans. She felt the nervous excitement flood back into her and she turned to face him. She looked up at his face and sucked in a breath as his hand moved teasingly behind her.

Shaking away her excited tingles, Rachel wriggled slyly out of his probing grasp. She raised an eyebrow up at him and smiled with her best casual expression, feigning total ignorance at any of his suggestive intent.

"So, did you have, like, some towels or something?"

She kept her innocent act up as TJ grinned and down at her with a touch of playfulness in his eyes. He was about to reach for her again when she turned away from him and faced the counter behind her. Locating a roll of paper towels, she hastily pulled out a few sections and ripped them into a loose wad. She turned back to TJ and prepared to move into the next phase of cleaning. But he showed once again that he had other plans.

Rachel gasped as TJ stepped closer into her body, gently guiding her up against the counter and drawers behind her. As she looked up at him with surprise, he grinned warmly and leaned in close.

"Hold up there. There's just something I've wanted to do all night first."

Rachel held her breath as TJ lowered his face into hers and kissed her gently. Her stomach flipped excitedly, and on instinct, she returned his kiss without hesitation. Emboldened by her reaction, the tenderness of his contact progressed quickly into a much firmer phase. He pushed in closer, and within seconds, their tongues were darting playfully around each other as short, excited breaths escaped their mouths.

Rachel closed her eyes and let her arms fall lazily to her sides. The wadded up towels in her hand pressed into her hip and she began to let herself go. She pushed up onto her toes to get a better angle. He seemed so tall. Rachel wasn't short, about 5'6" or so, but TJ seemed to be almost a foot taller. She smiled to herself as her head swam. Things sure had moved quickly.

A noise from outside startled her from her thoughts before instantly filling her stomach with a combined twist of guilt and excitement. It was a car pulling away from the house. Kevin. He hadn't even made it down the driveway before she'd let TJ put his tongue in her mouth. Rachel grimaced at the thought.

She pulled back from the kiss and shot TJ a sarcastic smirk.

"Well, I'm glad you got to do that. But I think I have some cleaning to do."

She started to sidestep out away from his body but her movement was halted. TJ had a firm, but playful, grip on the bottoms of her navy tank top. Rachel gave his hands an acknowledging glance before looking up at him with a shake of her head.

"Um, you're going to have to let go if you want me to-."

TJ cut her off, keeping his grip on her shirt.

"Well, I was thinking, you do kind of owe me. I might catch some shit from my parents now. So you can get to your cleaning up, but I get to keep this while you do it."

Rachel cocked her head in confusion, before breaking into a reddened grin as she comprehended his meaning. She watched TJ's eyes trace down to her teasingly-exposed chest and she recalled his enthusiastic reactions from earlier in the evening when she'd flashed him and the others during their game. He was going to let her clean up, but he wanted her shirt off first.

She started to say something to brush him back, but the words never came. Her thoughts of Kevin when she'd heard his car had conjured immediate guilt, but the tangible signal of his full departure had now actually pushed excitement back into her belly. It was sort of liberating. He was completely gone now and with him went the ominous cloud of ambiguous awkwardness that accompanied his presence when she was also around other boys.
Still turned on and now strangely encouraged, Rachel exhaled and again shook her head at TJ. It was kind of silly but she'd just been making out with him and she had already taken her shirt off a few times that night. She set the wad of towels down on the counter behind her and cleared her throat.

"You're a mess. So, what, is this one of those topless maid fantasies or something?" She rolled her eyes at him and giggled.

TJ laughed back and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess you could call it that."

Sensing her acquiescence, he released his grip from her shirt and gave her an expectant grin. He'd already felt a moderate tightening in his pants during their kiss. And things were certainly appearing to be heating up.

Rachel swallowed as she took in TJ's expression. She watched his face tighten and she shivered pleasurably to herself. With a final, playful roll of her green eyes, she reached down and took ahold of her tank top. Keeping her eyes on his, she peeled the thin, clinging material up over her flat stomach and around her full chest. The dark blue shirt slipped past her shoulders and finally over her head. She placed it gently on the counter and smiled as she took in TJ's approving reaction.

Just as he had during their game, TJ didn't hide his obvious admiration for Rachel's best assets. He locked his gaze onto her deep cleavage as her full breasts rose and fell hypnotically to the pace of her breaths. Her not-yet-fading tanned skin looked impossibly soft and inviting against the stark whiteness of her sexy bra. He swallowed and muttered an appreciative curse under his breath.

Rachel basked in his unspoken compliments for a few moments before shaking her head and starting to turn back towards the counter. She grabbed the towels and was about to get to work when she felt him reach out and catch her hand.

"Wait. Didn't we just agree that this was a topless maid fantasy? I've already seen all this."

Rachel smiled incredulously and scoffed through her grin. An excited tingle shot through her as she considered his words and their ante-raising implications. It was one thing to take off her shirt. It was quite another to actually get naked for this boy after just-.

Her excuse-making train of thought came to a quick stop and she trembled as she brushed her hesitation away. She was turned on and excited, and truthfully, she'd kind of seen this coming. She was slowly allowing him to walk her down a familiar pathway that plenty of guys had taken her in the past. And she wasn't one to make things difficult.

"My mistake." She grinned and spoke with dripping, playful sarcasm. "I don't know what I was thinking."

With a sly grin, she reached one hand behind her back and deftly unsnapped her bra. She shrugged her shoulders and let it fall easily down past her stomach and off her arms. She bit her lip again as she watched TJ's expression turn from excitement to pure lust. She shivered and arched her back, giving him an even better image.

TJ felt his dick jump in his pants. Rachel's tits had looked great all night, and the few teasing glimpses he'd gotten of her bra had been even better. But nothing compared to what he was seeing now. Her breasts were large and full, but they hung in unnatural suspension. They almost looked fake. But the subtle jiggles and shakes from her laughs and deep breaths told otherwise. And there was one further way to tell, as well.

"Wow. Yeah, um, that's more like it. You're good to go now. But first..."

With a playful grin, he moved quickly back into Rachel's body and re-engaged their kiss. And while she focused to adjust to the surprise move, he wasted no time in reaching out and bringing his hands to the promised land. He cupped her chest fully and swallowed hard at the incredible sensation meeting his fingers. Her tits were incredibly soft and smooth, but they had a lovely firmness to them as well. He worked his hands all around them, groping and caressing her with a series of healthy squeezes. He was in heaven. Complete and total heaven.

Rachel had barely had time to react to his kiss when she'd felt his hands reach her. She tingled all over and moaned reflexively into his lips as TJ's unexpected exploration began. She'd been about to object, but again, she wasn't exactly taken by surprise. And as his eager groping heated up, she felt pleasure-filled shivers sneak up all over her body. It felt good. Really good. But if she let him keep going, that might mean that-.

Breaking their kiss with a deep breath, she looked up at him with a devious smile.

"Well, I hate to interrupt your fun, mister. But you know that fooling around with the maid only ever leads to trouble."

She winked at TJ and grinned playfully as she turned her body away from him again. He smirked but didn't move to stop her. His hands dropped from her breasts and he reflexively moved to adjust his pants. The situation down there was certainly growing.

Finally free from his grasp and ploys, Rachel took the paper towels and moved a few feet away to the scene of the crash. There was an array of broken glass pieces and loose flower stems, all sitting in a small pool of water. She assessed the situation and decided to sop up some of the water before moving to the bigger pieces.

Lowering herself slowly to her hands and knees, Rachel leaned over the mess and began carefully dabbing at the puddles. Her cheeks reddened a bit as she felt her heavy breasts begin to sway and shake gently as they hung downward from her chest. She was sure TJ was enjoying the image. Oh well. It was kind of funny to her, too.

After a few moments of delicate work, Rachel had gotten most of the water up and she began carefully guiding a few of the bigger pieces of glass into a small pile. Still looking down at the floor, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and called out.

"Hey, can you get me a trash bin? And do you have, like, a dust pan or something?"

TJ didn't answer immediately; a warm, but amused smile spread across his lips. The scene was pretty excellent. Rachel was meticulously cleaning up the mess as her incredible tits hung suspended from her body, swaying gently. Her nipples were pointing straight down and appeared to be hard. He wanted his hands back on them more than anything. Well, almost anything.

His dick jumped as his thoughts went back to his earlier conversation with Greg about the rumors or Rachel's oral tendencies (and prowess). Getting a blowjob had been the plan all night but it had seemed like a lost cause until fate had put the vase in their path. And now that she was half-naked and literally kneeling in front of him, it was time to seal the deal.

TJ swallowed and took two soft steps towards her, stopping directly behind her back. As she continued to brush around, he spoke.

"Nah, don't worry about any of that."

Rachel scrunched her brow in confusion and rocked back onto her heels. She twisted her body around to face where she'd left TJ standing, but she froze in surprise as she assessed the change in the situation.

TJ was standing directly over her, a coy grin on his face. She hadn't heard him approach and her twisting motion had caused her head to come almost in contact with the front of his pants. She looked up at him and her heart skipped a beat at the view and implication.

"Don't worry about-? I don't under-. I thought you wanted me to clean-."

Rachel swallowed as TJ cut her off with a casual laugh.

"Fuck the vase. How about you help me out with something else instead?"

Rachel sucked in a breath as TJ brought his hand suggestively to his belt buckle and pursed his lips into an inquisitive grin. She felt her fingertips tingle and she almost dropped the now-soaked through wad of towels in her hand. She let her gaze dart from his face to the front of his pants and then back again. She knew what he was getting at. He had a new job for her that didn't require her to change positions.

Hesitation quickly melted into excitement as Rachel considered the request. The school year was still pretty young, but she'd certainly already arranged a few intimate meetings between her mouth and some lucky penises belonging to boys at Pine Valley. Had she still been at Taylor Reed, a party like tonight might even have come with an expectation that she'd wind up on her knees. And she was beginning to wonder if a similar expectation wasn't taking form amongst her new male classmates.

But none of that had anything to do with TJ specifically. She hadn't even known his name when she'd arrived at the party. But beyond their earlier flirting and suggestive playing, there was one thing that had put TJ name in the ring with her: the strangely sexual conversation between him and Rebecca that had forced some images into her head.

Rachel took a deep breath and chewed her lower lip as she thought about it again. Rebecca had obviously sucked his dick at some point, maybe even done more with him. The thought made her surge excitedly. She'd definitely been up for a little fun when she'd left her house earlier that night. TJ wasn't Chris, but he wasn't bad. And she did feel a little guilty about breaking his vase...

With a sexy smile of her own, Rachel flashed her green eyes and cocked her head innocently.

"I thought you said earlier I didn't have to pay for it..."

TJ smirked and traced his gaze all over her body. A diminutive, white-gold heart locket nestled gently between her breasts and seemed to shimmer with her subtle movements. He licked his lips and kept his foot on the gas.

"Well, I didn't say it wasn't expensive. Just that your money was no good. But there are definitely other ways you could pay me back."

Rachel bit her lip again as she watched him finger his belt buckle again. She tingled as he subtly slipped the short end out from the first loop and gave her another suggestive grin. She smirked back up at him and raised a joking eyebrow as she played along.

"I see. So you don't want me to clean it up and you don't take cash." She laughed out loud. "Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that blowjobs might be on your list of accepted payment types?"

TJ stiffened at Rachel's explicit language and unexpected quip. He'd figured that he could talk her into it but he'd been unprepared for her to take more than a passive role in their playful chatter. He swallowed as he looked down at her and took in her warm, amused expression with her soft lips pursed. It made her even sexier.

He cleared his throat and jumped back in.

"How'd you know?" He grinned as she rolled her eyes. "But honestly, I was just trying to think about you here. I just figured, since you were already down there..."

Rachel rolled her eyes again and shook her head. She enjoyed playing like this; it was like foreplay to her and it helped to accentuate the experience. She was about to return fire with another wisecrack, but she swallowed it as her eyes shifted to the clock on the stove across from her. It was 11:45.

She cursed silently as she realized she was going to be blowing curfew (among other things). Her parents had actually eased up a bit on her since she'd been showing such good progress over her first month or so of school. They wouldn't be happy that she'd be late, but it wouldn't be the end of the world either.

She scoffed at the thought. Not a few weeks earlier, she'd found herself getting talked into giving a blowjob based solely on the fact that she didn't want to miss her curfew. Now, she was about to miss her curfew to do exactly that. She rolled her eyes at herself and laughed in her head. Good job, Rach.

Not wanting to be excessively late, she buried her playful quips and decided to bring things to a head. She looked up at TJ's expectant smile and let out a jokingly-defeated sigh. She rose up higher off her heels and shook her head at him again.

"Thinking about me, huh? Such a gentleman." She smirked and flashed her eyes. "Well, I don't like being in anyone's debt soooo..."

As she spoke, she brought her hand up and rubbed teasingly over the growing bulge in TJ's jeans. She smiled as he flinched pleasurably. Swallowing an excited shiver of her own, she replaced his hands on his belt with her own and began taking over where he had left off. As he exhaled with excitement, she muttered jokingly for his benefit.

"That better be one very, very expensive vase."

TJ scoffed and held in a triumphant breath as Rachel's fingers maneuvered along his belt and pants button with the skill of experience. He watched as she took his zipper down slowly and let her fingers brush playfully along the front of his underwear. He quaked again at her touch and steeled himself as she slipped her cool nails inside the band of his boxer-briefs.

Rachel paused for a moment to grin up at TJ teasingly before she moved forward. Registering his tortured smile, she smirked and began sliding his underwear down towards his thighs. She inhaled reflexively as his dick revealed itself slowly and finally popped into view. He was decently-sized and almost fully hard. She giggled to herself as she recalled Rebecca's little dig earlier about him being smaller than Brad. His penis wasn't anything special but it wasn't small. So that meant either Rebecca had just been throwing out jabs or that Brad was working with something nice. Rachel shivered at the image before quickly brushing it away.

TJ shivered as Rachel's fingers wrapped around his shaft and gave him a few playful tugs. He was now almost completely hard and ready for her to get to work. He'd hoped that things would play out as they had, especially given the rumors he was beginning to hear about her in school. Supposedly she gave great head and was pretty generous about it. He decided it didn't matter if she was good or not. Getting her topless and agreeing to give him a blowjob on his kitchen floor would be enough to make it a good night regardless.

As she adjusted her weight on the unforgiving linoleum of the kitchen, Rachel slipped a hair tie from her wrist and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail. Then, with a final wink, she leaned in and released him from his wait. She parted her lips and brought her mouth completely around his shaft as she sucked him in generously. She slid her lips all the way to his base and her nose brushed against his trimmed pubic hair. It tickled a bit and she grinned to herself as she slid her way back up to his tip.

She extended her tongue and swirled it playfully around as she opened her mouth wider and prepared to go back in. She closed her lips around him a second time and formed a tight seal before dragging her way back firmly. She surged as she heard him sigh in complete pleasure. He arousal climbing, she shifted her weight again and began to bob her head gently in front of him at a nice, easy pace. She was enjoying herself, too.

TJ set his jaw and looked down admiringly at the scene in front of him. Rachel's soft, sandy-blonde ponytail was bouncing gently as she slipped him in and out of her mouth with an almost effortless grace. Her shoulders were back and her incredible chest stuck out toward him, her nipples coming within inches of his bare thighs. Her expression was serious but also relaxed. She simply looked natural.

But as great as it looked, it felt even better. TJ groaned happily as the perfect and melting sensations rolled through him with each motion of her head. She had slowly picked up her pace, but it was the firm pressure of her lips around him that was making his head swim. Her cheeks were pulled in tight, bringing her jawline into clear view. Her mouth was soft and warm and the occasional flicking of her tongue on the underside of his shaft was simply magical. TJ groaned again. The girl sure knew how to give head.

Rachel continued to suck him smoothly as her own arousal climbed. She could feel a gentle pulsing between her legs and TJ's grateful noises and occasional comments were making her surge. She was happy to stay where she was and slowly push him over the edge, but she also found herself wanting to do more to make the experience even hotter. She grinned to herself and made a decision.

With a deep breath, she pulled back gently and let him fall from her lips. His dick was wet and glistening from her mouth and it was clear that he was getting close. She looked up at his smiling eyes and brought her hand to his shaft and began rubbing on him again. As she angled him upward, she moved her face in lower and extended her tongue out.

"Fuuuuck."

Rachel smiled at TJ's appreciative curse as her tongue made contact with the underside of his sac. His height made the angle pretty easy for her and she shivered as she began working him firmly, her tongue curling upward in long, lavish licks. After a few rounds, she parted her lips again and began sucking generously on his balls. Gentle squeaking sounds escaped her mouth as she sucked all over the smooth, sensitive skin, causing him to groan more loudly. She smiled to herself again. She was definitely into it.

After a minute or two of her extracurricular work, Rachel slid back up and slipped his dick back into her mouth. She knew she was approaching the home stretch so she upped her intensity a bit and took him in as far as she could. She dragged her lips roughly over his shaft, keeping her pressure high. She was beginning to taste him and she squirmed with anticipation.

TJ was lost in the sensation and he closed his eyes as he made his final approach. He brought a hand to the back of her head and began to apply some subtle pressure, pumping her in and out to the perfect rhythm in his mind. She sucked such good dick and he couldn't wait to cum. His eyes shut, he pictured the moment she had dropped her bra and revealed her tits for the first time. They were so nice. The image pushed him to the edge and his eyes opened wide. He spoke without thinking.

"Yo, I'm gonna-. Hey, let me pull out and finish."

Rachel's eyes widened at his words as she processed what he meant. She figured he was seconds away from erupting in her mouth but it appeared that he had other plans. She didn't mind letting a guy cum on her, but it also wasn't her preference (unless she was exceptionally worked up or in a rare mood). But she also wanted him to get off as pleasurably as possible so she rarely ever turned down such a request.

With a final swallow, she opened her mouth wider and let TJ pull back from her lips. She exhaled deeply as he took ahold of his shaft and began jerking it roughly. She rose up high on her knees, thinking perhaps he wanted to do it on her boobs instead of her face. She hoped that was the case.

And thankfully, it was. The image of her perfect tits had been too much for TJ to resist. He would've been more than content to stay in her mouth and let her swallow him down as he finished, but the thought of coming on her large, rising and falling breasts was painfully exciting. He gritted his teeth and angled himself at her as he finally lost control.

Rachel flinched as he shot off powerfully, catching her squarely on her right breast. A loud groan led into a second blast which hit her more in the center of her chest. It felt warm. She grinned at his almost-painful sounding deep breaths as he worked through his release. He was obviously on another level of pleasure and it was making her swell with pride.

TJ came a few more times, each pulse less intense than the one before it. He groaned pleasurably and slowed the motion of his hand as he trailed off and bent his knees. The tip of his penis was shiny and Rachel moved in on instinct to finish her job. She opened her mouth and took him back in, sucking him smoothly. After a few generous motions, she pulled back and smiled in satisfaction at her clean-up work. She closed her lips and swallowed once or twice before finally rocking back to her heels and looking up at him with a curious grin.
"Soooo...I take it we're all square now?"

TJ smiled down at her and let out a euphoric laugh. It had been incredible. From kissing her and seeing her naked to getting a top-quality blowjob and coming on her tits. He sighed and leaned back into the kitchen island behind him. He exhaled happily and spoke with a sarcastic smile.

"Uh, yeah. I'll handle the damn vase." He grinned as she giggled at him before letting his eyes drift over his handiwork on her chest.

Rachel followed his gaze downward and rolled her eyes at the sight. It sure looked like he had enjoyed himself. Her boobs were definitely a bit of a mess. She looked back up at him and cocked her head with a sarcastic pout.

"Yeah, well it looks like you left me with some cleaning up to do anyway..."

TJ laughed again and shook his head innocently.

"What can I say? That was the best head I've ever gotten."

Rachel surged excitedly as he winked at her. The compliment itself made her feel warm and tingly but there was something else, too. She knew from the earlier conversation that Rebecca had given him a blowjob before. The thought that TJ was more impressed with her own work made Rachel glow with satisfaction. She always wanted a guy to think of her when he thought of pure, sexual pleasure. Almost nothing made her more excited.

They joked for another moment or two before TJ pulled his pants back on and got her a roll of towels from the kitchen. Within a few minutes, Rachel was cleaned off and dressed again as well. She took note of the time and told him that it was probably best that they got going before she got in too much trouble.

True to his word, TJ drove her home safely and soundly. He made a few joking comments about how she could break anything in his house again if it meant her sucking his dick afterwards. She rolled her eyes and joked back, but she didn't truly say no. She wasn't totally into him but he was cute enough and it had been fun. If he got her alone at a party or something at some point in the future, she could picture herself blowing him again.

They got to her house and parked on the street. Rachel said a friendly goodbye and squealed playfully as TJ reached out and gave her boobs one final parting feel. She slapped his hand away and told him she'd see him in school. He replied that he'd see her a lot more than that.

She hopped out of his car and made her way to the front door and walked in. She'd blown her curfew but she wasn't egregiously late and she'd texted her parents earlier and told them that Kevin had had to leave unexpectedly so she was scrambling to find a ride. They seemed to somewhat buy it and she made it up to her room without too much of an inquisition.

When she settled in, she texted Kevin as well to give him a heads up on her story in case it ever came up in the future. She also thanked him for coming along and told him she really liked catching up. She'd just put her phone down on her nightstand and was preparing to turn in when he responded.

Yeah it was fun. Thanks for inviting me.

Rachel smiled and put her phone back down. But it buzzed again.

Glad you got home safe. Guess you cleaned up that vase?

She set her jaw as her stomach twisted into a bit of a knot. She didn't owe Kevin any sort of explanation, but it still made her feel guilty all over again. He surely knew what "cleaning up the vase" had really meant and what she'd done for TJ. Had Kevin been thinking about it since he'd left?

Rachel shook her head and swallowed the thoughts away. She didn't want to make him feel weird but she simply wasn't going to let it drag her down. She was happy. Really happy. School was going great and her life was really in a good place. And she was having fun again. She liked doing what she did.

She grabbed her phone and typed out a quick, innocent response, bypassing Kevin's actual meaning.

-LOL. Yeah. I'm such a klutz. Can't believe I did that.

As she pressed "send," she rolled back onto her bed and slipped underneath the covers. She was actually kind of tired. The adrenaline rush from earlier had died down leaving her peacefully calm. Before she turned off her light, she switched her phone to "silent" and put it back on the nightstand. She'd deal with whatever Kevin's response was in the morning. There would be plenty of time to feel guilty about it all. But for now, she was happy.

And that was enough.

***

The temperature of the shower had been dropping rapidly as the hot water ran out, but Rachel had been so lost in her memories that she'd barely noticed. It wasn't until it dipped into the icy range that she finally came back to the moment. She stepped back with a startled yelp, her large breasts bouncing roughly at the movement. She turned the water off and stood up tall, cupping her face in her hands. Guilt twisted back through her.

She sometimes wondered what Kevin truly thought about her and the things she did. Up until this past year, they'd been pretty close. He certainly knew about how she operated. Word got around and he definitely wasn't immune to the rumors and gossip.

Despite his "close friend" persona, did he actually think she was some huge slut? Did he know home many boys she'd gone down on? Did he hear other guys joking and whispering in the hallways about the great blowjobs she'd given them? Did he think about her doing it?

She scoffed and shook her head. That last question seemed pretty meaningless now. After this morning, he no longer had to imagine her doing it. He likely had a very vivid image in his head. She shuddered as she wondered exactly how long he'd watched her out in the yard sucking Rob's dick.

Had he seen the whole lead-up of her showing the boys her boobs and then getting playfully tackled? Had he seen her kneeling in front of them as they slowly wore her down and talked her into what she'd ultimately agreed to do? Had he watched as she scooted up to Rob and methodically put her hair back before leaning in slipping him into her mouth?

She realized that it didn't matter. He'd clearly seen enough. And the parts he hadn't seen were surely painfully obvious. She sighed. He probably felt terrible and it was all her fault.

As she stepped out of the shower, she remembered that she had tentatively made plans to hang out with him later. She decided she was going to keep those plans and she was going to sit him down and tell him how sorry she was for how she had acted. She knew that Kevin was aware of how she could be with boys. But there were some things that he didn't know...

She shuddered as she reached for her towel and began to dry off. There was stuff she was going through that might help to explain why she'd done what she had that morning. Kevin hadn't wanted to bring her down during the prom, but he'd briefly asked her about the rumors he'd heard regarding her possibly switching schools again.

She'd politely brushed away his concern and he'd not pressed further. But there was more to tell. A lot more. Rachel squeezed her eyes shut and trembled as she realized she had to let him know. She had to explain. It might be the only way he'd understand and potentially forgive her for the morning.

She toweled herself off and started to get dressed (putting on underwear for the first time in 18 hours) and made a mental note to text Kevin as soon as she was done. She realized that the cry she'd had in her car was the first time she'd really lost it emotionally in a while. The first time since-.

She swallowed. She didn't want to think about that. Her life had been in a messy place for some time now. And she'd managed to carefully cultivate a protective wall between herself and the types of emotions and thoughts that brought her down. It was how she had been able to have fun at the prom. It was how she had been able to block everything out as she hopped from boy to boy that morning.

But something had stirred inside her that had caused the first crack to form in her wall. It terrified her because she hadn't seen it coming. She set her jaw and smirked dryly. Maybe she deserved it. Kevin certainly wasn't the only person she'd let down lately...

She walked to her closet and began idly thumbing through the various outfits in front of her. As her fingers crossed over a tight white sweater, she sucked in her breath and closed her eyes in memory.

NEXT -- Chapter 7: Alea Iacta Est

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