Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Prom Ch. 07: Alea Iacta Est

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*

PREVIOUS --- Chapter 6: Just Friends

CHAPTER 7

Rachel's head swam as she stared directly at the shiny brass buckle facing her, just inches from the tip of her nose. She was buzzed. Not fully drunk, but definitely feeling no pain. It barely felt like she was in control as she watched her small fingers deftly grab ahold of the denim and slip the button out through the buttonhole. She swallowed deeply.

Keeping her one hand firmly on the fabric, she slowly brought her other hand to the zipper. She gripped it between the thumb and forefinger and began to slide it down. When it reached the base, she gently spread the denim apart and looked ahead. Black cotton boxer briefs greeted her, pushed out into a bulge, obviously holding something back. Something she was about to get a lot more personal with quite soon. She swallowed again and brought her gaze up. A smiling face looked back down and returned her look.

"That's right, girl. God, you're so fucking hot."

With her mouth hanging open slightly, her full lips appeared friendly and inviting. She tingled and felt the warmth of her buzz wash over her again. She could still hear the music outside as she glanced absent mindedly behind her at the door handle. They'd locked it right? She was pretty sure.

She involuntarily brought her lips back together and licked them. The voice returned.

"Hell yeah, baby. Let's do this."

She turned back to her eye-level view and breathed in. Firmly pulling his jeans down to his ankles, she flinched at the jingle of his belt buckle as it hit the tiled floor. She rose back up and tucked her fingers into his waistband, feeling him shiver with delight. Without hesitation, she pulled the fabric down his legs, all the way to his dropped jeans.

She rose up one final time, idly fingering her gold locket that hung between her now heaving breasts. Her eyes returned to the image in front of her and sucked in her breath. His penis was halfway-erect and pulsing gently. It was well shaven and pretty non-descript. A little bit bigger than average and still growing as it hardened. His balls were also neatly trimmed and hung restfully about parallel with her chin. She swallowed again.

"Damn, you're making me wait so long! This is fucking torture!"

Rachel finally glanced up away from the penis and into the face of its owner. He was pretty cute; short, cropped hair and a slick smile. He had his lips pursed like he was trying to look tough. His black polo shirt came down past his waist and he had hiked it up a bit to give her more access. He looked at her expectantly and gave her smirk and nod. What was his name again? Matt, right? She was pretty sure it was Matt.

Rachel smiled at him politely, like she was a cashier scanning his groceries. Like he had come to her to complete a simple job and it was now obvious she should be doing it. She shifted her weigh as the tile floor pressed into the flesh of her bare knees. It wasn't the most comfortable place she'd ever found herself kneeling.

She tugged nervously on her jean shorts, pulling them down over her smooth thighs as she returned her gaze to the main attraction in front of her face. She felt the thump of the music outside once again. Sighing gently, she reached up to grab the base of his hardening shaft and guided it close in to her face. She swallowed one final time and rose up slightly off her heels, parting her lips and leaning in.

How had she gotten there?

***

"My friend thinks you're hot!"

"What??"

"My friend! He thinks you're HOT!"

"Oh! Oh, um, okay! Where is-?"

Rachel leaned back away from Brad's ear as she quickly scanned the scene in front of them. Her eyes passed over maybe two dozen people in the living room. The music was up pretty loud and the din of everyone talking made it difficult to have a conversation. Even at close range.

She squinted her eyes at a few groups of boys. She had no idea who he was talking about. She looked back at him with an expectant shrug.

Brad was standing to her left. He had a beer in his right hand and his left arm was draped around a girl. Rebecca. Rachel smiled to herself as she remembered the first night she had seen them together. It had been at one of the first parties Rachel had gone to after switching schools. It hadn't been too long ago. Not more than a month or so.

The time since had been filled with fun and levity. Her transition had been going very smoothly and she intended to keep things nice and easy. She was fitting in great on the field hockey team and was certainly an asset to Pine Valley's already dominant program. Socially, she was beginning to make a name for herself as well. Not only due to her fun and outgoing personality, but also the growing rumors of her "friendliness" with more than a few male classmates. What had begun as simple whispers of an old reputation was now firmly crossing into the realm of anecdotally-supported evidence.

And her physical assets didn't hurt much either. The weather was beginning to turn as the fall dragged on but the current night was unseasonably warm. Rachel had on a pair of short jean shorts and flip flops. With that she wore a thin, white sweater that had a plunging neckline. It was almost closer to a long t-shirt with the exception that it gave a better view of her cleavage. It was tight and the outlines of her white bra could be seen beneath it when she stretched or arched her back. Her hair was down and she looked hot. The stares had been plentiful.

Rachel laughed again as she thought about that night at the party weeks prior. She had lost track of Rebecca only to find her having some pretty amazing sex with Brad in an upstairs bedroom. She had seen them making out on a couch earlier in the evening but she had not expected to find them the way she had at the end of the night. Rebecca had been riding him passionately, rocking into his body as her great boobs swayed and her incredible, thick ass slid back and forth. Rachel had only peaked in the room for a minute but she had seen enough to know they were both in ecstasy.

Strangely enough, that was the night things had started to fall off-track for Rachel and her goal to lay low. A beautiful boy (Chris) had been smiling at her all evening and had eventually smoothly talked her into giving him a blowjob in an upstairs bedroom. He had used the fact that she had blown a few of his friends and he was now being made fun of for it as his way to get her to agree.

Rachel had a bad habit of trying to make things "fair" when it came to hookups and Chris had been no exception. Truthfully, she would've gotten with him anyway, but his sales pitch had given her no chance. She was insanely into him physically and he liked his personality very much, too. She had just been trying to be good for a while. But that hadn't worked out.

That night got even crazier when a friend of Chris's (Jim) had walked in on them just minutes after she had finished doing the deed. Jim was a character and jokingly tried to talk her into doing him next. Rachel had laughed him off, but in a twist of fate, she'd ended up in his car as he drove her and another friend home (since Rebecca had been their ride and was "unavailable" with Brad).

After dropping off their drunken friend, Jim had amazingly sweet-talked Rachel into taking off her top and giving him a little show. Rachel had been so aroused by Chris, and in her drunken excitement, she'd agreed. Things spiraled out of control though when Jim upped the ante and asked for a little roadhead for his trouble. Rachel had tried to use the excuse of a quickly impending curfew as reason enough to get her out of it, but the strategy had backfired as Jim used the clock as her enemy to pressure her into taking care of him while they still had time.

In a panic, she'd relented and she'd been dutifully sucking him off in the car when he almost ran them off the road in his distracted arousal. Not wanting to kill them both, but still wanting his dick sucked, Jim had pulled over to a parking lot and talked her onto her knees again.

Half-naked, she'd again agreed to finish what she had started as she knelt in a dirt patch in the middle of the night. Her arousal at the scene and her worked-up feelings over Chris (and strangely, even Rebecca) had caused her to orgasm herself as she finished Jim in her mouth. Jim had excitedly noticed and had taken a great sense of personal pride in the fact that he had made her cum just by allowing her to suck his dick.

It hadn't been long before he'd told his friends and embarrassingly joked and teased her about the "magic" of his penis whenever he got a chance. He'd also still been on her about getting another round, but at least to this point, she had kept him at bay. But he was persistent and Rachel wondered how long she could keep telling him no before she wound up kneeling again. She shook her head at the thought. That goofball.

Brad leaned in again and practically shouted into her ear.

"My boy, Matt. He goes to Xavier. He's over, um, shit-. Oh, wait, he's right there!"

Brad leaned up and waived a hand at a few boys standing across the room. They looked like they had been looking in her direction anyway. One of them, a slightly taller boy with short brown hair and a slick smile, pointed back. Brad signaled him to come over.

"Matt" made his way through the crowd, taking a sip from his red cup as he walked. He approached the group and grinned again. He did a quick fist bump with Brad and nodded to Rebecca who stared back blankly. He then turned his gaze to Rachel.

He smiled warmly and then flicked his eyes over her body. They lingered over her chest as her heart locket rested gently against her impressive cleavage. He stared for a second and then looked back to her face. He leaned in close to her ear and put an arm around the small of her back.

"Hi! I'm Matt!"

He pulled back after their mini hug and Rachel watched his eyes go right back to her chest, and then seemingly, to her lips. She felt a bit of a tingle. He was kinda cute. Decently tall and pretty thin but he looked like an athlete. And he thought she was hot, apparently. He was making that part obvious with his long stares.

"Rachel!" she shouted back to him with a cute smile. "Nice to meet you!" She leaned into him. "You go to Xavier?"

"Yeah, I play lacrosse. You guys worked us over pretty good last year. Not gonna happen this time." He leaned back and smiled at her. "Do you play sports?"

Rachel shouted again into his ear. "Yeah. Field hockey. With Rebecca." She indicated to her friend who was now staring coldly at Matt. Rachel decided to flirt a little bit. "We could probably kick your guys' asses, too." She grinned and gave him a little wink.

"Is that so?" He grinned back to her. "I'd like to see you try."

With that, Matt took the hand that was resting on her back and slid it down slightly to the top of her shorts. He gave her a playful pull towards him and kept his hand resting basically on the top of her ass.

Rachel noticed what he had done and tingled slightly. A bit aggressive. Her head swam and she took another drink as she shot back.

"I don't think you could handle us." She pushed him playfully, letting her hand linger on his polo shirt. He had a nice chest.

He grinned at her touch and flicked his eyes to Brad. He then glanced back to her and spoke.

"So, Brad told you I thought you looked incredible, right? You're seriously the hottest girl here. Not really close."

Rachel blushed at his words. It was a generic, meaningless compliment but it still felt good. She felt herself tingling a bit further as she took another sip.

"Ummmm, yeah, he might've mentioned something like that. That's very sweet of you."

Matt dropped his hand ever so slightly further onto the back of her shorts near her pocket.

"Yeah, well, he said you're a sweet girl, too. He said I should just man up and come over and talk to you. He said if I did that, I wouldn't regret it." Matt slid his hand lower. He was now cupping her ass.

Rachel tensed slightly (mostly with excitement) as his words and his hands reached her. He wouldn't regret it? She glanced over at Brad quizzically but he was now talking to Rebecca. In fact, they looked like they were starting to have an intense discussion. Rachel didn't want to bother them so she turned back to Matt, catching his eyes once again shoot up from her chest.

"Um, 'wouldn't regret it', huh? What exactly does that me-?"

Matt cut her off as her gently squeezed her ass in his hand. "Well, he said you could be a friendly girl."

Rachel tensed all over as the effects of his words hit her. A friendly girl? Was he getting at-? What had Brad told him? She blushed again.

"I, um, a friendly gir-?"

He cut her off again, now firmly running his hand all over the back of her shorts.

"Yup. So? What do you think?"

Rachel leaned back and blinked at Matt in utter confusion. What did she think? What did she think about what? He was really feeling on her ass now, she noticed with a bit of alarm.

"What do I think?" she asked confusingly, leaning back to his ear.

"Yeah. Think I can get some?"

Matt leaned back away and looked at Rachel following his question. He was firmly gripping her by her nice tight ass in her super short jean shorts. Her body was almost pressed into his. And with his height and their positioning, he had been enjoying an amazing view down the front of her sweater the entire time. She had an incredible rack, he thought. His dick stirred a bit as he pictured popping her tits out and going to town on them. Her whole body was hot. And that face with her soft, bright eyes and sexy lips. His dick jumped.

Rachel stared back at him, stunned. She had met this boy not three minutes ago. They had exchanged names and made a joke about sports. And with that, he was now generously feeling up her ass and had just point blank asked her if she wanted to hook up. She wasn't sure what exactly he meant specifically, but she had a pretty good idea. She was slowly getting drunk, and such a blunt request, while had it been made of her stone sober might have gotten a more forceful response, was now being met with a soft bit of stammering.

"Um, I'm sorry, um-, get some?"

"Yeah, well, I mean, you're just too fucking hot, girl. Think I could get some head?"

Shivers shot all through Rachel's body as she heard the words. What the fuck? Had he really just come out and said that? They were now into minute four of knowing each other and he had just asked her to suck his dick. She wasn't even sure if he had heard her name.

Her mouth hung open slightly as she again whipped her head back to Brad. What in the hell had he told his friend about her? Rachel knew her reputation was what it was but this was about as bold as any boy had ever been with her, at least this quickly. Matt was setting land-speed records for moving from introduction to blowjob request. There was no way even the most confident of guys would have ever had the balls to do that unless they had been prepped.

Had Brad told him that a firm handshake and confident smile was all it took to get her on her knees? Like he had given his friend job interview tips? And how the hell did Brad know? Her lips had never been anywhere near his dick. She only knew him through Rebecca, and while he was pretty handsome, she wasn't stupid enough to start some drama by crossing that line.

Brad and Rebecca were now definitely arguing. Partially out of curiosity and partially in an attempt to stall Matt as she decided how to deal with his staggering request, Rachel leaned in and tried to listen to what they were saying. Rebecca looked pissed and she was wildly pointing her fingers around. Mostly at Rachel it looked like. She was hissing angrily, barely letting Brad get a word in edgewise.

"-the fuck do you think you're do-?"... "she's not here to just-"... "that boy can kiss my-."

Rachel was pulled from her eaves dropping when she felt Matt's slide her back to him by his firm grip on her ass. She looked up at him again, still having no idea how to respond. He spoke first.

"So? What's up, girl? We cool?"

Rachel couldn't believe this. We cool? He was asking her to suck his dick. They were up to five minutes in their relationship and he was making his request the same as he might ask her to pass him a napkin at lunch. Did he realize this? How could he possibly be so calm and forward about it?

Rachel looked back again at Rebecca one last time for help. But she was still preoccupied with Brad. Were they talking about her? What was the problem?

She looked back at Matt and searched his face. He was giving her the same slick grin she'd seen earlier and he took another sip from his cup. It was as if he had asked if she wanted to grab a cigarette real quick and she was being the weird one for not answering right away.

With a confused voice that didn't even sound like her own, Rachel finally responded.

"Um, I, um- I still don't quite get-."

Matt's face didn't move. He wasn't going to help her.

"Well, like, okay, I guess. Like, did you mean right now or-?"

Matt beamed at Rachel's stunned acquiescence and gave her an appreciative nod.

"Damn, girl. Nice! That's hot. Yeah, I mean, now's great. Why don't we-..."

He poked his head up and looked around the room. His eyes fell down the hallway and onto a door at the far end. He looked back at her and gave a nod in that direction. Still gripping her by the shorts, Matt began to guide Rachel from the group. She trembled slightly and her head swam again. Was this happening??

Rachel's movement finally snapped Rebecca from her argument with Brad. Her eyes widened as she watched Rachel start to move away, Matt guiding her gently from behind. She started to reach out and say something but Brad turned her back towards him. She gave him and angry push and spun back to towards her friend, who was now a few feet away.

Rebecca called her name but Rachel barely heard it over the music. She spun back to look at Rebecca and gave her a wide-eyed "I don't know?" shrug. Rebecca's eyes narrowed and flicked to Matt. He gave her a little grin back and raised his cup to her.

"Fuck you," Rebecca spat at him, but Rachel didn't hear.

Matt gave her a fake hurt face and then smiled again. He then brought his hand above Rachel's turned head and bobbed it up and down a few times playfully so she couldn't see. He turned back to where he was going and continued to walk down the hallway, guiding his new prize towards the door. Rebecca flared up and started to walk after him but Brad caught her arm and pulled her back. They again began yelling at each other as Rachel and Matt disappeared into the crowd.
Rachel's heart was pumping excitedly as she felt Matt guide her (by her ass) to the door at the end of the hallway. Part of her still couldn't believe what was happening but she was also surging with arousal. Who the hell was this guy and, God, the balls on him! And she had agreed to do it! It had now been six minutes since the handshake and Rachel wondered if they would even get to ten before his pants were around his ankles.

She tingled at how easily she had given it up. She had just met this guy, didn't know the first thing about him, and yet she was now letting him take her somewhere so she could give him some head. All because he had simply asked. My God, Rach, she thought with excitement and disbelief.

The door at the end of the hall let to a staircase down to the basement. Rachel thought quickly and estimated that the majority of casual blowjobs she had given in her life had been in basements. Often at parties. She thought of how many times she'd made the walk back up the stairs and popped her head back into the party and wondered how many people knew what she had just done. It gave her another tingle.

Matt walked her down the stairs and they surveyed the scene. The basement was partially finished with a living room area and another door to their left. To their right, in the unfinished part, a ping pong table was set up and a group of people were gathered around playing beer pong. A few more were on the couch drinking or chatting. A couple of people looked up at them but no one seemed to pay them much mind. Rachel took a deep sip from her drink and trembled as she felt Matt's hand run up the back of her shirt and touch her bra strap.

Matt guided her towards the door they had seen to the left; it seemed like as good a place as any to start. But it was locked. Matt started to turn away when they both heard a toilet flush. They turned back towards the door as it swung open and guy stepped out, still fixing his belt. He paused as he almost bumped into them, before flashing a knowing smile and nodding his head. Rachel felt herself redden and she looked down. Matt tipped his cup at the guy and gave him a grin. Yeah, buddy!

Matt led Rachel into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Rachel heard the click of the lock and flinched with excitement. The bathroom wasn't that big; just a simple sink and a toilet on a white tiled floor. She glanced around nervously and caught their reflections in the mirror. She looked small compared to him. She watched as her own chest heaved with fast breaths. She was showing a bit more cleavage than she thought she was. She glanced up at his reflection and saw him smile.

"Hell yeah, babe. Let's do this."

Matt turned and backed up so that he was standing next to the toilet and facing back towards the door. He looked at Rachel expectantly as she turned away from the mirror and faced him. He grinned at her and pulled up the front of his shirt and began to undo his belt. He gave her a little nod.

"You good?"

Rachel didn't respond. She was still stunned that she was in here. With him. With anybody. More guys than she cared to admit had talked her onto her knees but this might have been the quickest, most effortless sales pitch of them all. Hi. I'm Matt. Wanna suck my dick? Cool!

She tingled again with excitement as she thought it over. How could she be so easy sometimes? This guy was pretty cute but she was out of his league, at least for something like this. She could've had her pick of any guy upstairs and yet she settled on the first one to come talk to her and bluntly ask her for a blowjob. It didn't make sense, but regardless, there she was. It puzzled her as she tingled further.

Sensing his anticipation, Rachel sunk to her knees in front of him. The tile was cold and hard on her bare flesh. While he loosened his belt, she absent-mindedly pulled the hair tie off her right wrist and began to pull her hair back into a ponytail. It was a common habit.

Before she knew it, she had removed his jeans and underwear and was staring directly into his hardening penis as she held it upright by the base. The music upstairs bumped gently as she recalled the song she had been dancing to. That had been less than ten minutes ago. How had this happened so fast?

With a final swallow of anticipation, Rachel leaned up into her new friend and took him deeply into her mouth. His cock surged as it began to harden rapidly.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit," she heard him mutter as he reached down and placed a hand over her hair. "Damn, you know what you're doing huh?"

Rachel ignored his comments and again sucked him in hard. She began to lick over the underside of his shaft as she felt him start to expand further in her mouth. His dick was actually a little bigger than she had anticipated. A grower, not a shower, she thought.

She gripped her lips down hard by the base of his shaft and slid them forcefully back towards his tip. She repeated the movement a few times, picking up speed with each round until she was eventually bobbing over him at a good pace. She was blowing him evenly now and she began to move into autopilot.

"Yeah girl, yeah. Oh fuck. Yo. This shit is no joke."

Matt kept talking as he gently guided her bobbing head back and forth and enjoyed her talents. He was definitely a talker. Rachel was sucking him pretty steadily and it was clear he was enjoying her work. Honestly, Matt was surprised at how easily he had talked her into it. He was not shy about asking for what he wanted with girls and this often caused a harsh reaction. But he didn't care. He'd just move on to the next one and try again. He was decent looking and confident. He'd gotten his share of blowjobs and they had usually come as a result of his forwardness. And in this case, the early intel he'd gotten from his friend had served to embolden him further.

As Rachel had suspected, Brad had indeed told Matt that she was known to get talked onto her knees pretty easily. If he hadn't been hooking up with Rebecca for a little while now, he'd definitely have given it a go himself. But he didn't want that kind of trouble. And while he definitely lusted for some of Rachel's famed talents, why fuck up a good thing with Rebecca? She was just as hot and she had been giving him some of the best action he'd ever gotten. She'd fucked him a few times and blown him just as much. He had no point of comparison but he found it hard to believe that Rachel could suck a better dick given Rebecca's skill, attitude, and incredible lips. But he had heard whispers and he couldn't argue with what people claimed. So if he wasn't going to get any right now, he could at least hook up his friends.

Matt had seen him standing with Rachel and Rebecca and had called him over earlier in the night. Matt apparently knew Rebecca but wanted to know more about the hottie with the great rack. Brad told him what he knew about Rachel's rep and that he should just come and roll the dice. He said he'd put in a good word and call him over when it was time. Truthfully, Brad was also just curious to see just how easy Rachel might give it up. It would be good to know for the future, perhaps.

And easy it had been. Rachel and Matt were probably now passing the tenth minute of being acquainted and she was expertly sliding his dick in and out of her mouth. She figured they'd been in the bathroom for about five minutes and he had been making noises nonstop. She hadn't tasted him yet but she figured if she kept her pace steady, she'd get him revved up in no time.

Matt had been gently rocking his hand back over her head and enjoying the sensations when they heard the door handle jiggle. Rachel tensed for a second and began to pull off a bit but Matt tightened his grip and kept her on him. Not feeling like fighting it, Rachel sighed and kept working. She just hoped no one was coming in. The handle jiggled again.

"Yo! Occupido!" Matt called out sarcastically. A voice called back.

"The hell are you doing in there? Gotta take a piss."

Matt shrugged his shoulders and thought fuck it.

"Getting some head, bro. Just fucking chill."

Rachel tensed again and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his words. Really? He couldn't be just slightly discreet? She kept sucking.

"Oh, shit! Well good for you, man," the voice called back. "Still gotta piss though. How much longer?"

"Well, that's on her, bro," Matt called back with a smile. "Know what I mean? But I'll say this much, this one sure knows what's she doing. Shouldn't be long."

Rachel burned with embarrassment. What an asshole! He was completely degrading her and talking about her like she wasn't even there. Like she was just some object, used to get him off. And he had just had a nice casual conversation about how long that might take. She was furious. But for whatever reason, she just kept sucking.

"Aight, word. I hear you. Good luck."

The voice called back and finally fell silent. Rachel tingled with excitement and dread as she wondered if whoever had called out would still be waiting when she finished and finally opened the door. She would have to look at his face, her ears burning, as he smirked knowingly at what she had just been doing. He'd probably look at her lips, then her chest and finally her knees, which would definitely be red after kneeling on the hard floor for so long. It would be mortifying.

Rachel pushed the thoughts away and began to suck Matt even more enthusiastically. She had agreed to this after all and it was her fault she was down there. In a strange way, her embarrassment aroused her further and she felt herself pulsing between her legs as she began to more hungrily work the dick in front of her. She was starting to get hot and she was looking forward to his eventual climax.

For his part, Matt was getting close. He had tried to play it cool with his little conversation but he was in heaven. This girl sucked dick like a pro and he could only point to maybe one other blowjob that was close to as good. He smiled as he recalled it.

But this was turning out to be even better and he wasn't going to be able to hold on forever. Not only was Rachel so good at it, but his occasional glances down at her body made his dick surge further. He had a great view down her sweater and he wished he had somehow gotten her topless.

Also, simply watching her face was entrancing. Rachel looked so serious, yet calm at the same time. Like she was in her most natural state while giving head. Her cheeks were flushed with color as he watched them suck in forcefully. Seeing his dick disappear completely through her soft lips was heavenly. God, he was gonna cum soon.

Finally, he could hold out no longer. He tensed his grip on her head and his legs stiffened up. He felt the orgasm start to build through his body and his dick twitched inside Rachel's still enthusiastically pumping mouth.

"Shit, girl. Yo. I'm gonna-. Here it comes. Ohhhh-."

Matt bucked his hips into her face and erupted forcefully. He came hard, splashing her tongue with a few strong blasts. Rachel swallowed skillfully and remained sucking him with speed and force. His knees buckled and she grabbed his thighs for balance as he continued to cum in her mouth. He was mumbling and cursing up a storm as he kept it coming for longer than she expected. Her mouth was beginning to fill and she hoped he was almost done.

Finally, with a groan, Matt slumped back into the wall behind him and finished for good. Rachel leaned in to keep him in between her lips as she sucked him and ran her tongue around his tip. She kept blowing him tenderly until she tasted nothing further coming out.

Continuing the blowjob post-orgasm was something that drove boys wild. But truthfully, Rachel did it mostly just to make sure she got everything they were offering. She had on occasion pulled off prematurely only to catch a stray drip onto her shirt or her pants or, worse, on her face or in her hair. She figured it was just good business to stay on it until she was sure it was done. The pleasure-filled moans she received for her efforts were just icing on the cake.

When she was sure Matt was finished, Rachel pulled him out slowly and held his shaft by the base. She gave the underside one final generous lick from the top of his balls to his tip before removing her hand and leaning back. She looked up at him and smiled warmly out of habit. She then looked away and swished her cheeks.

She swallowed forcefully a few times, making sure she got everything before looking back to him. Normally she would stay down there and watch his euphoria-filled comedown for a while but her knees were killing her and she had to stand. She painfully pulled herself off of the floor and assessed the damage. Her knees were in fact bright pink and she brushed at them half-heartedly. Hopefully it was pretty dark back upstairs.

Matt had finished re-buckling his belt and Rachel tingled again as she heard the familiar final noise of a zipper coming back up. It was always the last sound that concluded her work. She turned back towards him and stared at him blankly. He gave her another smile and exhaled deeply.

"Damn, baby. That was hot. You just might be the best. So glad I bumped into you tonight. So fucking glad!"

"Compliments" like that always made Rachel feel conflicted. On the one hand, they were hollow and somewhat degrading. On the other hand, she was usually dealing with drunk, teenage boys who had just came in her mouth. What sort of poetry did she expect?

And did she even deserve it based on what she was doing? Agreeing to suck some guy's dick in the bathroom at a party after having met him just ten minutes prior wasn't exactly the stuff of great romance. The kind of bullshit, garden variety responses she often received in these moments was probably par for the course for what she deserved.

Rachel smiled at him weakly and responded back in a way that only lowered her standing.

"Yeah, me too. That was fun."

She rolled her eyes at herself. "Me too?" She was glad that a random guy had talked her into a bathroom after a short conversation? Her second statement wasn't exactly untrue. It had been kind of fun. Despite all the reasons not to do things like this, if they didn't arouse or excite her, Rachel wouldn't be doing them. It had been fun for her as well. Just not the same kind of fun as it had been for him.

She hated when she verbalized to a guy that these kinds of encounters were mutually beneficial. She should leave him thinking that she'd just bestowed on him a great, one-time gift. Like it was the luckiest night of his life. Instead she would give him the impression that this was something she liked doing and would possibly do again if he asked. And sadly, the latter was normally closer to the truth than the former.

Rachel felt Matt's hand on her shoulder and caught his eyes shoot to the door. She sighed and steeled herself for the potential embarrassment of seeing whomever had been waiting outside after Matt had crudely erased any doubt as to what they were doing in there. She reached for the door handle and unclicked the lock. The sound it made seemed so unnecessarily loud to her ears. Like it would be alerting everyone in the house that she was coming out and that they should come look. She sighed again.

She opened the door slowly and the pair stepped back out into the basement. Rachel swallowed as she quickly glanced around to see if anyone was standing by. Her heart sank as her gaze passed over a boy who was sitting patiently on the stairs. He gave her a big grin and popped up quickly. Exactly as she had predicted, she watched his gaze go from her face, to her chest, finally to her reddened knees. He looked back up with a smirk and shifted his look to Matt.

"Nicely done, bro. I can see why it didn't take too long in there."

Matt again obnoxiously responded. He was still resting his hand on her ass like she belonged to him.

"Dude, you have no idea. This girl-, shit, all I can say is 'highly recommend.' In fact, do you two know each-?"

Rachel whipped her head back up to Matt and shot him a menacing glare. Who the fuck did he think he was? Was he now just passing her off like she would-? She stopped and composed herself. She had to play it cool in these situations or she just looked worse. She gave him a mock smile and elbowed him jokingly.

"Matthew, don't be an ass. Let this poor boy finally go pee." She glanced back at the guy in front of her and gave him a sweet smile. "Don't listen to him. He's luckier than he deserves to be."

And with that she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and started to step up the staircase. As she climbed she heard the second boy call out jokingly.

"Well hey, I'll be right here if you want to swing by later. Would love to get to know you better, beautiful!"

Her ears burned slightly but she ignored him. The strange part was that a small piece of her tingled as she processed his stupid request and considered it for a split-second. For the briefest of moments, it made her surge with excitement. She smirked at herself and continued to the top of the stairs.

The pair reached the basement door and walked back into the thrust of the party around them. Rachel's reaction to the boy downstairs had helped her regain a bit of power. Plus, no matter how strong the feeling of buyer's remorse she sometimes felt in these moments, getting a guy off still always made her feel hot and confident. It was with this confidence that she finally brushed Matt's hand off her ass. She couldn't believe she had just let him guide her around the whole time like that. But then again, she couldn't believe much of anything about the past twenty minutes.

They made their way back to where they had left Brad and Rebecca arguing. The quarreling lovers were no longer openly yelling at each other but they didn't look all that lovey-dovey either. Brad again had his hand on Rebecca's back, but she was looking a different direction, probably intentionally.

As Rachel and Matt approached them, Rebecca's head snapped to attention and her eyes widened again. She shot Matt a vicious glare and then turned back to Rachel. Her face softened and she raised her eyebrows inquisitively. When she saw Rachel's sheepish expression, she sucked in her breath and narrowed her eyes again. She shot Brad another glare and pushed his hand off her back. She stepped forcefully towards Rachel and took her by the hand. She intentionally bumped her shoulder into Matt's chest and shoved him out of the way.

"Excuse me, asshole," she hissed harshly.

Matt gave her a surprised smile and raised his hands up over his head. She glared at him one last time and began to walk down the hallway at a hurried pace, practically dragging Rachel behind her. Rachel was very confused, and as she felt her friend pull her from the boys, she shot a glance back at them. The last thing she saw as they disappeared behind the crowd was Matt lean in and give Brad a bro-hug. He saw their bright smiles as Matt began to gesture with his hands as he spoke. She swallowed hard and turned back to keep up with her friend's strides as they marched down the hallway.

Rebecca didn't stop pulling Rachel behind her until they found themselves outside of the house on a back deck. When they finally reached an unoccupied corner, Rebecca released her friend's hand and turned to face her. Her expression was one of anger, but also concern. She sighed and then spoke.

"Rach! What did you-? Did-?" She breathed out and steadied herself. "What did you do with him?"

Rachel stared back at her friend's unexpected inquisition with a dumb look on her face. Rebecca wasn't naïve to how Rachel operated. She'd never cared about her friend's proclivity for "friendliness." It was one of the things Rachel liked most about her. Rebecca did her own thing and she didn't judge others for theirs. Why was she giving her the third degree here? And what did she expect Rachel to say?
"I, uh, well, I mean, we, um-. We went over to the-." Rachel stopped stammering and widened her eyes. "Shit, Becca! What do you want me to say, here?"

Rebecca's jaw tightened as she took another deep breath.

"Why would you just-? Had you even met before?" She sighed again and lowered her voice, leaning in further. "I know you wouldn't let him fuck you. Did you suck his dick?"

Rachel's mouth hung open as she stared completely confused at her friend's demeanor. Rebecca had never asked her about her activities, except in a joking "girl-talk" kind of way. She might express mock disappointment when Rachel revealed that she had given head to some guy that Rebecca deemed unworthy. But she never expressed true anger or judgment. She was making Rachel a little nervous.

"Becca! I-, I mean, yeah, I guess. Why are you so-? Tell me what's wrong!"

Rebecca leaned back and threw her head up towards the sky in a show of disbelief. She looked back at her friend and almost shouted.

"Rachel! See, this why you-." She sighed. "I swear, sometimes you're just so-. Really, Rach? Him? After what, like, five minutes?"

Rebecca caught herself and swallowed as she saw she friend staring back at her, wide-eyed and mouth agape. Rachel was no softie and had plenty of attitude and fire when she needed it, but in this moment, Rebecca had caught her completely off-guard and she looked like she was somewhere in between shock and tears. Rebecca closed her eyes briefly and leaned back in. She put both her hands on her friend's arms.

"Rachel, oh my God, I'm sorry! Really, I'm sorry. I'm being a bitch. This has nothing to do with you." She grinned at her shell-shocked friend. "You know me, sweetie. No judgment zone here. You do you and don't look back. I just-."

Rebecca swallowed what she realized was the start of her own tears and attempted to stay in control.

"You're my girl and I don't want you messing with-." She steeled herself and found her attitude again. "Look, Matt's a dick. He's not worth your time. Listen, sit down for a second."

The girls sat down together at a table bench right at their feet. Rachel was still a bit shocked and hadn't said a word. She realized that Rebecca's strange behavior was now coming from a place of concern and protection. But she still didn't understand.

Obviously Rebecca didn't like Matt and that fact made Rachel's stomach twist as the regret over their encounter began to grow. But Rebecca didn't much care for a few of other guys Rachel had found herself involved with, and she'd never reacted like this. She kept her wide eyes on Rebecca's face and waited for her friend to speak.

"Rachel, look. So I don't know, it was like maybe, a few months back. The spring, I guess? Anyway, I was at a party and met your new friend Matt. Obviously he's kinda cute and he was pretty confident about himself. I imagine he gave you a similar full-court press to what he gave me. I'd been partying a bit, we all were, and I guess I was kinda into it. Anyway, we, like, danced together for a while at the party or whatever. I think I made out with him some. So he asked if I wanted to leave and go to his house for a little bit to 'hang out.' Now, you know me. I know you know me."

She grinned at her friend and Rachel grinned back.

"Look, we're not shy girls. And like I said, I was kinda loose and into him, I guess. So I was down. He drove me back to his house. I think I was, like, kissing him again during the ride. He had this douchey black truck with bench seats so I was, you know, like all pushed up on him. Probably being a bit of a whore." She giggled again. "You know me. I might have even been, like, rubbing on his-."

Rebecca shook her head with a laugh as both girls gave knowing grins. She continued.

"Whatever! I'm a whore, okay? So we got to his house and, like, his parents aren't ever around or something. I don't know. But the house was empty. He didn't waste much time and he got me into the basement. I was definitely a little buzzed, maybe more. So he sits on the couch and I start going to town on him. I was pretty, um, ready. Then he asks if I'd, like, kinda, dance or strip for him. I guess I'd been grinding into him pretty good at the party, and you know how this butt has a mind of its own." She playfully patted the back of her jeans and shook her head.

"So, like I said, I was into it so I agreed for whatever dumbass reason. I was, like, dancing on him, kinda straddling him. Totally stripper-mode. He was grabbing all on me and it was actually kinda hot. So I'm taking off my clothes all sexy and he's telling me how hot I am. Grabbing on my boobs and my ass and stuff. Whatever. So, I'm, like, completely naked and I tell him he's next. He whipped his shirt off and told me that I should do the rest."

"So I'm, like, basically kneeling in front of him, undoing his pants like I'm about to-. Well, I mean I guess it should've been obvious what he wanted. And, like, I wasn't gonna fuck him but I, you know, kinda wanted mine too, right? So I got his pants down around his ankles and I'm playing with his dick a little and he's telling me how hot I am and how he'd wanted my lips all night. So I'm, like, well, I'll give you a little something here but, you're definitely gonna return the favor, right? He's all, oh yeah, of course, baby. Oh my God, I'll rock your world. I got you. For sure."

"Now I'm still all worked up so I start sucking his dick. But before I can get into it, he asks me to tell him how much I want it. I know some guys like that stuff. I felt a little weird but I told him what he wanted to hear. Of course now, I feel like an idi-. Anyway, so I'm all, like, exaggerating my words, trying to sound sexy. Yeah, baby, I want it. I want to suck your dick so bad. Please, I need it in my mouth. I'll make you cum so hard. I'm, like, practically moaning a bit."

Rebecca paused and rolled her eyes as Rachel gave her a knowing smile. Rachel had been there, too. More than a couple times actually. Some guys just got off on that kind of thing. And Rachel always felt that she was down there anyway and about to do something a lot more personal. So she might as well add to the experience. She'd talked dirty and said things she'd never want played back to her. But it got her kind of hot too and it was all part of the game.

Rebecca swallowed and continued.

"So, like the slut that I am, I'm, like, now practically begging to give this dude a blowjob. Finally, he seemed satisfied so I resumed giving him head. I don't know if the dirty talk had fired me up even more or if I was just in a rare mood but I want to town on him. Like, I even-. Whatever, point is, I went way above and beyond if you know what I mean. He wouldn't shut up while I was down there. Just keep running his mouth and mumbling." Rachel smiled as she recalled Matt's same talkative behavior from the bathroom.

"Anyway, I was down there for a little while and finally he starts mumbling about how he's getting close. And, then, he asks-."

Rebecca shook her head like she couldn't believe her own words.

"He asks if he can cum on my tits."

Rebecca paused and raised her eyebrows and Rachel gave her a surprised grin in return. Again, Rachel was no stranger to this request. It wasn't her favorite thing but she rarely turned a guy down if he asked. A guy's orgasm was her favorite part of the process so she always wanted it to be as pleasurable as possible. She had taken it on her face more than few times and on her boobs even more often. And of course, as can be the case, she'd gotten it in an eye or in her hair on occasion.

That was the main reason she didn't prefer it. It was always a risk that the guy, who had little control at the moment, would wildly shoot some onto her hair or get it on her shirt and then she'd a have a potential problem.

Nothing was more embarrassing than someone knowingly seeing, or God, pointing out, that she had not done an adequate clean-up job before rejoining whatever situation she had come from. It had happened once or twice and caused her a great deal of humiliation. She shuddered as a few memories popped into her head.

Rebecca spoke again, thankfully shaking Rachel from seeing visions she didn't care to remember.

"So, like an idiot, I agree. So, I finally get him there and he pulls out of my mouth and starts, you know, whatever. Well, his aim sucked. He got just as much on my face as on my chest. Rach, it was, like, by my ear! God. So I'm, like, on the floor, naked, looking ridiculous and this douchebag is just lying back, panting and admiring his work. Dickhead doesn't even give me anything to clean up. So I stand up and look for a towel or something. I walk over to this shelf and start pulling out tissues like I have the damn flu."

She giggled again.

"Anyway, I'm, like, trying to clean myself off. There's no mirror. It's ridiculous. So as I'm standing there, naked, wiping my face, I sarcastically mentioned that I hoped he had something good for me to make up for his lack of aim." She raised an eyebrow at Rachel. Rachel knew what she meant.

"So, right at that moment, this motherfu-."

Rachel noticed that for the first time, Rebecca's silly smiles were gone and her face had begun to harden again. Rebecca lowered her voice a bit and leaned in.

"This motherfucker says to me, 'Oh, yeah, about that. Look sorry, honey. I appreciate the gift and all. But that's not really my thing, ya know?' He was so casual about it too. Just sitting there, pulling his pants back up and completely reneging. So I was furious. I started to ask him what exactly he meant by 'not his thing' and reminded him of what he had said when I had agreed to, you know, take care of him."

Rebecca's face hardened further and it looked like tears might be beginning to form in her eyes.

"So." She swallowed over her words as they came out slow and choppy. "He, um, he says 'Yeah, just not my style. Y'all know that, right?' And in that moment, a closet door opened and I watched as three other dudes came stumbling out laughing their asses off."

A tear fell from the corner of Rebecca's eye as she tried to steady herself. But her voice was now quivering quite a bit.

"So, I mean, that asshole-. Um, I guess when he had gotten me to agree to go back to his house, he texted a few of his boys and told them to go over and hide in the basement and that they'd get a nice show." She swallowed hard.

"So, these three guys that I'd never seen before are now slapping hands and laughing hysterically while I'm ju-. Fuck, Rach. I'm standing there, completely naked, still wiping this douchebag's-." She couldn't finish the thought. "Plus, they had been there the whole time and watched as I did my little strip show and then practically begged to suck his dick."

Rebecca trailed off and stared straight ahead at nothing. Her eyes were watery and she was fighting back further tears. She was a tough girl and Rachel had never seen her like this. Rachel's state of shock and confusion from earlier began to evaporate as feelings of anger flooded through her body. She turned her head and glanced back at the door leading into the party. She couldn't see Matt anymore but she felt her jaw tighten with rage.

Rebecca had regained her voice for the most part and was wiping away two small tears.

"Anyway, the rest was pretty much a blur. I remember not knowing what to do first. Cover myself? Yell at them? Yell at Matt? Christ, finishing cleaning his fucking-? I just remember trying to hastily clean myself up and cursing them all out as I struggled to gather my clothes. I looked ridiculous and felt like the biggest loser. They were all loving it and the other boys kept saying things like, 'Oh, why are you leaving? Let's keep the party going? I'll take care of you. I have better aim. Blah blah blah.' It was humiliating. So I stormed out of his house and practically walked a mile before I finally called Jenn to come get me. I just didn't want anyone to see me in that state. I didn't want to admit it to anyone. It was bad enough that four people saw the whole thing. I just-..."

Rebecca was now back in control but her face was still pained. She turned back to face Rachel who had been watching her with concern and spoke softly.

"So, Rach. You understand why I didn't want you to-." She sighed knowing that it was too late.

"Well, whatever. It is what it is now. Just, you don't need to be messing with a cocksucker like Matt."

Both girls flinched at her strong language. Not only because it was a harsh, but because even though Rebecca had used the term in a completely different, pejorative context, it's literal definition stung both girls unexpectedly as they both knew what they had done for him.

Rachel continued to swell with anger as she felt suddenly protective over her friend and the humiliating tale she had recounted. Rachel, too, had been walked in on "mid-act" a few times and once or twice she'd had the suspicion that it hadn't been an accident. It was a cruel thing to do to someone, but in a strange way, it had also always aroused her a bit. She didn't like being the butt of a joke, but at the same time, the idea that someone had been watching her as she performed sexually got her very excited.

But nothing like what Rebecca had just described had ever happened to her. That was way over the line. Rachel tried to picture herself in the same position, staring back, naked, as a group of guys laughed at her and what she had been doing. She strangely felt herself tremble with excitement. The reaction upset her as she couldn't understand why the thought would possibly arouse her in the slightest. It was the height of disrespect. It should make her angry, nothing else. So why did a slight jolt shoot between her legs?

Rachel pushed her embarrassing thoughts aside and rose to her feet. She grabbed Rebecca by the hand and pulled her to her feet.

"C'mon, Becca. There's no way I'm going to let that dickhead think that it's okay to-."

"Rach, no, stop. Please, it's not worth it. Plus, you already-."

Rebecca stopped herself. She didn't want to make Rachel feel even worse about what she had just done with Matt. If Rachel had been feeling any shame about so quickly agreeing to blow him, knowing how he had embarrassed her friend probably made her feel like an accidental traitor. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.

But Rachel was fired up and wouldn't be stopped. It was her turn to defend her friend.

"Hell no, Becca. Come on."

The girls marched angrily back into the party and found Matt and Brad standing where they had left them. The boys were still smiling and joking about something when they approached. Probably about Rachel's handiwork. They both stopped and turned to look at the girls, the smiles leaving their faces as they took in the gorgeous, but entirely pissed pair looking back at them.

"Hey, you're back," Matt started as he began to smile again. "Where'd you go? We were actually just talking about yo-."

Rachel stepped into him and cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up, baby dick," she spat in his face. Her chest heaved and she was surprised at her force. Both Rebecca's and the boys' eyes shot wide as they reacted to Rachel's unexpected attack. Even a few people nearby heard and turned slightly to listen.

"You don't talk about me, or her, understand?" Rachel was easily half-a-foot shorter than Matt but she glared right up at him like a pit bull.

Matt was completely unprepared for her words, especially in light of how she'd been with him earlier. He swallowed hard and looked around nervously. What the hell had set her off? He glanced behind Rachel and saw Rebecca's cold green eyes staring straight into his. Oh...

He found his voice finally and attempted to sound cool.

"Whoa there, sweetheart! I don't know what exactly got into-. 'Baby dick?' First off, you know that's not true..."

It was a clever shot and found its mark with Rachel. She winced a bit and tried to keep her composure but he had found her weak spot. She shouldn't have called him that. All it did was provide him an opportunity to remind her of what she had just done for him. What she had been talked into with just a handshake and a smile. God, it had only been a few minutes since-. She could still almost taste him.

Rachel took the body blow but steadied herself.

"Fuck you," she repeated, keeping her eyes narrow. "Just because I-." She licked her lips.

"If had known what a piece of shit you were, (she pulled Rebecca's hand and yanked her up so they were now standing shoulder to shoulder), I would've told you to shove that thing right up your own ass." Her eyes flashed with rage.

Brad watched her nervously. It was a strange thing. Rachel was even hotter in her current state (as long as her anger was directed towards someone else). She was electric and her fury made her appear more passionate, even sexual. God, she was gorgeous. And the description Matt had just given him about her blowjob skills-. Brad swallowed and his dick stirred a bit. What was she talking about though? Why was she suddenly so angry?

Matt looked down at Rachel with a combination of fear and amusement. He had never expected anything like this. She had been so submissive and dutiful earlier. He'd never talked any girl into something as easily as he'd done with her. Before she had come back, the wheels in his brain had already begun to turn as he'd thought about getting with her again. He could certainly get her to his house if she had gone into the bathroom with him so easily. He had been worked up just picturing her lips down on his dick again in the future. And if he got her somewhere alone, maybe he could get her to go even further.

His eyes flicked down from her face to her chest, which was now quivering with fury. He realized she was staring at him so he came back up to meet her gaze. The fact that he had been bold enough to break eye contact with her during this and even sneak another look down her sweater seemed to enrage her further.

Rachel's eyes flashed again and she almost stammered with anger and began to call him out for his wandering eyes.

"Are you actually fucking thinking about-?" She breathed in deeply and set her jaw. She pulled Rebecca in closer to her and hugged her to her side. "Yeah, well take a good look now."

Truthfully, both girls looked stunning. Even in this state. Had it been a different context, any guy would've loved to be presented with such a statement.

"Soak it in, douchebag. Because this is as close as you're ever going to get."

Without really thinking about it, Rachel brought her hand up her left side and slowly cupped it around her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze for emphasis as she kept her eyes locked on him. He might have gotten what he got from her, but there were still some things he'd never see or experience.

"Again."

Rachel narrowed her eyes at Matt's singular response. "Excuse me?"

"As close as I'll ever get, again."

Matt was slick and he had again found the perfect counterpunch to Rachel's fury. Of course, that was the problem. She made it easy for him. By doing what she did for him, she allowed Matt to have the upper hand over pretty much any future confrontation. Yeah maybe it wasn't the most important thing in the world, but it was a pretty rock solid comeback for anything she might say.

She could cut him down in any number ways for any number of legitimate reasons. And he might coolly respond: Yeah, remember the time you sucked my dick after like five minutes? That was cool. Rachel burned with shame and anger at herself for giving up that trump card, especially now that she needed it. This was the ugly side of being how she was. If a guy wanted to be an asshole and throw it in her face, it was a bullet that was always available.
Sensing her hesitation, Matt spoke again before Rachel could regain her footing in the argument. "Look, it's obvious now that you two have been comparing notes." He flicked his eyes over both girls as they reddened with embarrassment.

"What's the problem? Were you arguing about which of you did a better job?"

Matt gritted his teeth as he dropped the bomb. He knew he might've gone too far but he had no shame in returning fire.

Brad had not really been listening to the words of their argument but his ears perked up and he raised an eyebrow as he saw Matt indicate to Rebecca as well. He saw her face redden and he swallowed hard. Wait, did she and Matt have a history?

Brad turned his head to his friend and cocked it slightly. Matt was never shy about talking about his conquests. But he had never mentioned Rebecca's name. When had it happened? Was that why she had been so angry before as Matt had started to chat Rachel up? Did they have bad blood? Matt could definitely be an asshole and had left more than a couple of angry girls in his wake.

Brad remembered him even one time telling a crazy story about hooking up in his basement with some hot chick who, after she had just finished sucking him off, had watched in horror as a few of Matt's lacrosse buddies had busted out of a closet they'd been hiding it. Matt had set the whole thing up and thought it was hilarious.

He'd said that chick was beyond livid and his only regret was that she had given him the best blowjob he'd ever gotten and he was pretty sure a repeat was now out of the question (coincidentally, it was the same blowjob that had flashed through Matt's brain in the bathroom earlier as he watched Rachel gloriously bobbing her head in front of him. He'd made a mental note to move it to number two on the list. The crown had changed heads). Brad shook his head at the memory of the story and then felt his heart skip. He looked back at Rebecca's face, quivering with anger and splashed with hurt. No way. It couldn't be the same-

Brad's thoughts were interrupted as he heard Rebecca explode. She had been silent the whole time but now, loud enough for plenty of people to hear, she unloaded on Matt.

"You are SUCH a FUCKING asshole."

Her words were loud and slow and her voice trembled as she spoke. She hesitated for a second, staring daggers into his eyes. She thought she might even hit him. But instead she shoved her shoulder in between the two boys, spreading them apart in surprise.

"C'mon, Rach," she called back through gritted teeth. "Not one more second in this place."

Rachel gave Matt one final glare and shook her said silently. She glanced over at Brad as well with confusion and watched as his startled expression alternated between the girls. How could he be friends with this asshole? He and Rebecca weren't, like, an exclusive couple, but they had been pretty intimate for a while now. They obviously had some feelings for each other, even if they were primarily just enjoying the hookups. How could he not at least stand up for her a little? Maybe he didn't know...

Rachel watched as Brad weakly reached for Rebecca's shoulder as she pushed past him. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. Rebecca viciously shrugged away his grasp.

"Don't fucking touch me," she shot at him. Her voice almost cracked and her gaze lingered on him for a second. Tears were back in her eyes.

"Rebecca, I-I, look, I don't know wha-."

Rebecca shook her head angrily and turned away from him in a huff. Once again, she was dragging Rachel away from the two stunned boys, this time towards the front of the house. Rachel allowed herself to be pulled away and started to follow Rebecca out of the door. Just as she passed through the threshold, she turned back one final time at the guys behind her. She shook her head and exhaled deeply. What a mess.

***

Rachel felt tears well in her eyes as the memory of that night washed over her. Rebecca. God, she missed her. That had been such a hard night for her friend. And she had been so defensive of Rachel. They both had protected and stood up for each other and it had brought them a lot closer together. So much closer.

From that night on, they were pretty much inseparable. They'd even had a few wild times together over the next few months. There was that time they had-. Rachel swallowed away a pleasurable jolt as a particular vision popped into her head. Wild times, indeed.

However, the warmth of the memory faded quickly and was replaced by an almost debilitating chill of shame and regret. A lump formed in her throat and felt the tears rushing in hard. She sat down in her closet and hugged her knees to her chest. Still just in her underwear and socks, she felt her chest begin to shake and rumble like in the first moments of an avalanche. An intense splitting pain rippled through her stomach and her head began to spin. She finally stopped fighting back and her emotional wall cracked again. A low sob escaped her lips as she squeezed her legs in tight.

She and Rebecca weren't friends anymore...

NEXT --- Chapter 8: That Girl

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