Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Prom Ch. 08: That Girl

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 8

Rachel sobbed loudly in her closet as the memories she didn't want swirled around her like ghosts. The shame and embarrassment she had been feeling over the events of the morning were now being compounded by an even more bone-chilling sense of dread and regret. She felt cold and weak and all she could do was push her forehead into her knees to the point of pain as the memories continued to crash down.

Neither Rachel nor Rebecca had known it at the time, but the night that had brought them closer together would also ultimately drive them apart. Wheels had begun turning and certain things were set in motion that evening that would lead them both to a dark, awful place. It would be a long, curvy path, and for a long time, it would be marked only by a beautiful friendship. But ultimately, it had ended in pain. Pain for them both.

It was hard to say which girl had caught the worst of it, but an argument could surely be made for Rachel. Not only had she ultimately caused the problems, but her fallout with Rebecca had been the event which had again begun another spiral in her life. A spiral from which she had all but given up trying to climb out.

Their separation was still somewhat fresh; just two months prior. But it had hit Rachel hard and caused her to lose her focus in other areas. She began to forsake her school work, and while soccer wasn't really a sport she cared about too much, she had quit the spring team, abandoning another support system. And possibly worst of all, as her feelings of self-worth plummeted, her friendliness with the boys increased.

She had been in a bad place over this last stretch. Even for her. Her ability to say "no" to pretty much anyone or anything had evaporated as she yearned for the attention and love she was missing from her friend. Outwardly, she was still outgoing and upbeat. She was still a regular on the party scene, maybe even more so, and if one wasn't looking closely enough, it might seem like nothing was wrong.

But her isolation was choking her and it had put her in an ugly state of mind. The kind of state of mind that might allow her to be talked into blowing two guys at an afterprom party. Or to fuck an ex-boyfriend in his basement while his family was upstairs, only to try to talk him into a second go just minutes later out of some misguided lust for revenge. The kind of state of mind that made her tingle with arousal as she thought of how she had been used and degraded that morning, all without a struggle. The kind that left her still strangely turned on, somehow yearning for more.

She felt tears run down her thighs as she thought of Rebecca again. God, they had been so close! Why had she ever-? Rachel swallowed hard. It was a question she'd asked herself well over a thousand times by now. There was still no answer. She smiled weakly as she tried to focus instead on the good times they'd had that year.

After the night with Matt, the two girls had bonded over their shared feelings of anger and regret. They became inseparable around school and developed a further chemistry on the hockey field. Pine Valley won a third consecutive state championship and both girls were named to the all-state team. It had been an amazing time.

Outside of school, the fun didn't stop flowing. The pair was always together at parties and social events. Not only did their personalities mesh perfectly, but they were on the same wavelength when it came to boys. They both got around and neither expressed the slightest bit of judgment towards each other's escapades.

Now occasionally they called each other out, like when Rebecca made fun of Rachel mercilessly when she'd revealed that she had finally relented and given Jim another blowjob. Rachel recalled the girls' hysterical giggles as she'd tried in vain to explain his "coupon" theory, as well as how Rebecca had howled in response when she'd seemed to imply that it made a little sense.

"I would NEVER!" Rebecca had screamed at her. "Jim's so goofy!" Rachel had grinned sheepishly in agreement but mentioned how he had a pretty nice dick and he always seemed so grateful while she was down there. "What a shocker," Rebecca had shot back. "He likes getting head! Let's call the evening news!"

And there was the time that Rebecca had gotten drunk and had sex with Brad, months after ending whatever it was that they'd had together. She had tearfully confessed to Rachel and had spent the night at her house talking about how sex with him was so good but she felt like an idiot for doing it again.

Rebecca and Brad had been very close but whatever they'd had going for them had begun to unravel that same night that Rachel had met Matt. Brad had tried to smooth things over, claiming he had no idea about him and Rebecca and he'd reassured her that he'd let Matt have it good. But it had been the beginning of the end.

Matt, for his part, had even approached the two girls at a party sometime after that night, and shockingly, apologized profusely. He'd made no slick comments or innuendos. He'd just said that he was sorry for being an asshole to them both and that he hoped that they didn't hate him. And from that point forward, he'd left them alone. For a while, at least.

The point was that the girls were there for each other when one of them made a mistake and they kept their "no judgment zone" policy in full effect. If anything, they encouraged each other's promiscuity, even attempting to hook each other up, which was help neither of them needed based on their appearances and sexual attitudes.

But regardless, they often found themselves teasingly trying to get the other to win the "Whore of the Night Award", as they jokingly called it. Rebecca might spend all evening telling some cute guy how much Rachel liked him. Then she'd do the same to Rachel and put them together.

If the guy had the balls to follow through and approach her, there was an almost certain chance he'd have Rachel on her knees that same night. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. And when she'd return to her friend, face flushed after catching a mouthful in a bathroom or spare bedroom or hunched over a car seat, Rebecca would dance triumphantly and place a fake, invisible "Whore Tiara" on Rachel's head.

Rachel giggled suddenly through her tears as she thought of how much they used to tease each other like that. Truthfully, it was usually Rachel who received the brunt of the teasing. While Rebecca had had her fair share of mistakes and embarrassing moments, it was Rachel who always seemed to get herself into some ridiculous situation. Her inability to say "no" combined with her whimsical, lust-filled moments caused her to end up in places (and in positions) that made her shake her head with wonder afterwards.

And there were no secrets between the girls. Even if Rachel tried to keep a certain embarrassing rendezvous under wraps, Rebecca would always find out. Rachel giggled again as a memory of just such a rendezvous flashed back through her brain. She rolled her teary eyes. She could still picture Rebecca's mocking grin that day.

That girl!

***

"Hey, slut! I'm gonna run over to the computer lab and print out my paper really quick since I totally ran out of the house like a crazy person this morning and forgot it. I'll just catch you in class. Love ya!"

Rachel watched as Rebecca blew her a mock-kiss and bounded off down the hallway. She smirked at her friend's forgetfulness and wondered if she was actually going to go finish writing the paper (as opposed to printing it) during their break between classes. Pine Valley Prep's schedule rotated every day and they had a fifteen minute break between second and third period. Fifteen minutes definitely wasn't long enough to write the whole paper so Rachel hoped Rebecca had at least started it.

She smiled and turned back towards her locker and slid a book in. She pulled a folder out and quickly opened it to confirm that her own paper was inside. Glancing one final time in the direction of the computer lab, she rolled her eyes again. That girl!

Rachel shut her locker and bent over to put the folder in her book bag. She was wearing a khaki skirt that definitely sat on the borderline of being too short for dress code. She was also wearing a baby blue tank top that showed off her impressive boobs quite nicely. She had on a light cashmere sweater as a cover-up that she could pull close across her chest when she sensed any teachers approaching to reprimand her. Rachel didn't always dress provocatively but she had been in a bit of a flirty mood. And truthfully, even when she tried to dress modestly, she still looked hot and drew plenty of attention her way. It didn't really matter so she tried not to worry about it.

As she finished tucking her folder into her bag, she wondered if she should go grab a quick drink during the break. Rachel had a weakness for iced tea and the thought of some sweet refreshment instantly shot an itchy thirst through her brain. She smiled at her plan and was about to stand up fully when she jumped at a bold touch on her ass. She had been bending over somewhat awkwardly and her skirt wasn't covering a whole lot. Still...

Rachel popped up with a start and spun around wildly, causing the front of her shirt to shake. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head inquisitively at the smiling boy looking back at her. He grinned widely and put his hands up in mock embarrassment.

"Sorry, Rach! Just confirming that your skirt is dress code compliant. And the verdict is...definitely not. Which is a good thing."

Rachel smiled sarcastically. "Oh, is this a new job of yours, Greg? Walking around and checking skirt lengths? Thank God for you."

She put her hands on her hips and grinned at him. Greg was in some of her classes. They weren't really friends, but they were friendly. He was on the basketball team and she'd seen him at a few parties here and there. She'd caught him checking her out more than once and he'd made a few suggestive comments about her body at times, but that didn't make him overly unique.

She had flashed him at a party during a drinking game dare back earlier in the year and she'd also ended up blowing one of his good friends that same night. So naturally, both of those events had led him to make frequent inquires about getting a turn with her of his own ever since. But Rachel had managed to rebuff him. He was kinda cute. Nothing special. Tall, decently built. Though he had a confidence to him that made him well-liked.

Greg smiled back and shook his head, pretty much ignoring her comment. He got even bolder, bringing his knuckles to the front of her shirt and gently rubbing them over her breasts.

"Goddamn, Rach. These tits. Shit. And I'll tell you what, this tank top is definitely non-compliant as well." He ran his hand from the up past the fabric and over the warm skin of her cleavage.

Rachel tingled at his boldness and swallowed a mild shiver. She looked down at her boobs curiously, as if she didn't know what he was talking about. She brought her face up back to his and gave him another sarcastic smile. "Um, enjoying yourself there?"

"Uh huh. Very much." Greg kept his gaze down at her chest and continued to gently slide the back of his hand across her skin before subtly cupping one breast in his palm through her shirt.

Rachel stayed still but her jaw dropped reflexively in surprise. She let out a mock laugh but didn't move or brush his hand away.

"Well, I'm so glad I could be of service this morning." She glanced around with excited nervousness to see if anyone was watching her let this boy casually feel her up in the hallway. She felt another tingle as he finally brought his hand off her chest and subtly ran a finger down the front of her shirt, sliding it under and giving her belly button a slight brush. It sent a shiver through her and she tensed pleasurably.

As Greg finally retracted his hand with a smile, Rachel casually pulled the sides of her sweater across her chest, which did almost nothing to cover herself. Assuming he was finished with his little moment of fun, she spoke again and started to turn back towards her locker.

"Well, if you're all done with your, um, inspection, I guess I'll see you late-."

Greg brought a hand to her shoulder and gently stopped her turn. She twisted back to face him, her sweater again falling to the side and her chest thrusting out at him. She watched his gaze drop to her shirt and down to her legs before settling playfully back directly into her eyes.

"Hey, yo, hold up. How about I get some head real quick?" He raised an eyebrow and grinned at her expectantly.

Rachel's eyes widened momentarily before she rolled them hard and let out a laugh. She would've been more shocked if it had come completely out of the blue, but his requests in this regard were beginning to become almost commonplace. And he wasn't the only boy who'd propositioned her during school in the past. And truthfully, while not with him specifically, Rachel hadn't always said no...

"Really?" Rachel sighed in exasperation. "This again? Are you planning on asking every day until I agree?"

Her words were swaddled in sarcasm and she expected that Greg would pick up on her obviously not-serious response. But her breath jumped a bit as she considered that perhaps she had misspoke and created an implication that there might be a light at the end of his tunnel if he were persistent enough.

Getting no response beyond an expectant shrug, Rachel shook her head and moved quickly to squash the inquiry. Greg always put up a little fight but it didn't take much to put him down.

"Greg. No. I'm not just gonna-. Look, there's only, like, ten minutes left in break." She pointed at the clock down the hallway for emphasis. "No."

But Greg held his ground. "Yeah, but it's a free period after break today. I don't have class until right before lunch. C'mon. Plenty of time." He again ran a finger up the front of her shirt.

Rachel sighed again at his touch. "Again with the shirt? Look, good for you on your free period but I actually have class today right after this."

She shook her head at him dismissively like she was explaining something to a child. Seeing his blank expression, she smiled widely in disbelief. "I gotta turn in my paper! Oh my God! Are we really having this conversation right now?"

Greg didn't bat an eye at her protests. "So what? You can still turn it in. Look we got ten minutes, right? Plenty of time." He grinned. "I'll be quick. I promise. C'mon, Rach, no big deal."

Rachel set her jaw and stared back at him in exasperation. Was he really going to keeping pushing it? She grinned again sarcastically.

"Oh! You'll be 'quick'? Well thanks so much for the favor. How considerate." She sighed and her voice came out a little less strong and bit whinier than she intended. "Greg! C'mon. No! I don't have time for this right now. Plus, like, everyone uses the bathroom during break. It isn't really the best time to go and-."

She cut herself off and swallowed, blushing as she caught Greg's knowing grin. Over the years, Rachel had indeed found herself kneeling in front of more than a couple eager, smooth-talking boys during school hours. Most of these rendezvouses had occurred at Taylor Reed so she cursed herself for perhaps signaling to Greg that she was in fact not a rookie when it came to "bathroom stall study sessions." She swallowed again as she watched his gaze fall across her. Shit.

Greg smoothly jumped in. "Nah, look we'll use that small one up on the second floor. You know, the old one by the stairs."

The building they were in was pretty ancient and had been renovated several times. But there was still one old set of bathrooms that remained from the original construction. They were small. Just two stalls, or in the boys' case, a stall and a urinal. Students used them occasionally but only if they were headed to a classroom nearby since they were kind of out of the way. Greg was right. They'd likely be unoccupied.

Rachel started to protest when Greg picked up her book bag for her and indicated down the hall with his head. "You got English next, right? Isn't that up there? C'mon. Real quick."

Rachel sighed loudly but found herself following him. "Oh my God," she repeated in annoyance. Greg just smiled back at her as he walked and gave her a wink.

The pair rounded a corner and began walking up a small, back staircase that creaked noisily to their steps. Rachel felt her heart beating loudly but she figured that she could still put a stop to it when they got to the next floor. Greg was correct that her classroom was right down the hallway from the old bathrooms so in theory they were just going in the same direction. She'd have to be firm with him once they got up there though. This was the longest rope she'd ever given him before shooting down his advances.

Greg pushed open the door at the top of the stairs and let her go through first. Rachel turned down a hallway and felt her pulse quicken as she realized they were about to pass the bathrooms in question. She hoped suddenly a crowd would emerge so she could use the excuse of obviously not wanting to be seen walking into the boys bathroom with him.

But of course, not a soul was around. It was still break and everyone was most likely down in on the main floor chatting or getting a quick soda or snack before class. She cursed to herself again as she thought about her aborted plan to get her iced tea. Dammit. She was still thirsty. And not for what Greg had in mind...

She was a few paces ahead of him so when she neared the bathroom door, she simply kept walking. It was her hope that putting up a front of casual ignorance might just be enough to end the silly charade she'd allowed to continue. But her heart sank as she heard his footsteps stop and fall silent. She spun around and mustered her best confused look, throwing her palms up in innocence.

"Greg, my class is down here. I thought you were carrying my bag for me...?"

Greg shot back a slick grin and shook his head. "Nice try. C'mon Rach. You know where we're going. C'mon and hurry up before someone walks by." He leaned his shoulder into the bathroom door and looked at her expectantly.

Rachel bit her lip. Things were not looking good. Plus, time was not on her side. The fifteen minute break was probably nearly halfway over. God, he couldn't expect that she'd just-. Really?
"Greg!" She was laughing now with a hint of pleading in her tone. "C'mon. You're crazy! I'm not giving you a blow-. I need my bag and my paper. Seriously!"

Greg simply stared back at her and gave her a bright grin. "Rach, it'll be fine. Real quick." He winked at her and started to push the door open further.

Rachel stared at him before closing her eyes and sighing as she re-opened them. She'd been in these moments before. The strange handful of seconds where she'd cross over from being in full control of the situation to realizing that she was about to go through with whatever inconceivably casual request a guy made of her. Teenage boys asking for blowjobs were far from poetic wordsmiths or expert salesmen. Some were slicker than others, but it was rare that they actually spun some wild, airtight pitch that swept her off her feet. When she gave in, it had more to do with her than them.

With an unexpected shiver of excitement, she found herself walking slowly back towards the bathroom, playful resignation stretched across her face. She stopped directly in front of him and looked up at his face with a wide, aggravated smile.

"Oh. My. God. You are so going to make me late!"

She shook her head and exhaled as she turned towards the door he was holding open. She felt his other hand gently guide her by the small of her back, and with a tremor of guilty arousal, she entered the boys' bathroom.

***

Rebecca popped her full lips with satisfaction as she straightened out the freshly-printed stack of papers in her hands. The pages were still warm from the machine and the sharp blank ink looked neat and crisp. As Rebecca slipped them into a folder and tucked them into her bag, she grinned again with a smug sense of accomplishment. She'd done it with time to spare!

As Rachel had correctly surmised just a few minutes earlier by the lockers, Rebecca had in fact not quite finished her paper due in English class. She'd drank a bit much at a party on Saturday night with Rachel and her good intentions to complete her assignment on Sunday has faded away in the midst of a lazy hangover. Her stomach groaned with discomfort at the reminder of her drinking but she smiled as the memory of the party flickered in her brain. She might've drank too much, but at least she hadn't ended up with the "Tiara."

She could still hear Rachel's giggly, muffled voice through the door of an upstairs bathroom in the house they'd been in. It had been at the end of the night and the friend that had driven the girls to the party was ready to leave. Of course, not minutes prior, Rachel had disappeared with a cute boy who had been working on her for quite some time. Not wanting her friend to get left behind, but also playfully curious in her drunken mood, Rebecca had discovered Rachel's whereabouts and spoken through the door in an effort to encourage her to "speed things along."

"Rach! Hey, sweetie, um, I know I'm talking to the queen here, but do you think you could suck it a little faster? Steph's in the car and she's about to leave you."

Muffled laughter answered back, followed by a giggly, squeaky response.

"Oh my God, just tell her to wait, like, three more minutes." Rachel's voice stopped as more muffled laughter continued. Finally, she spoke again.

"And I'm not sucking anything, you nosy whore. We're just, um, kissing, and now we're saying good bye."

Rebecca had snorted in response to Rachel's awkward, lying excuse. Oh she was kissing something all right.

"Uh huh. Whatever you say, dear. Just see if he can get his "good bye" out quickly."

When Rachel had finally emerged approximately three minutes later, she'd been quite the sight. Her sandy blonde hair was in a ruffled mess and her lips were pink and plump. Silly excitement danced across her eyes and her bra strap stuck out on her shoulder. Rebecca had looked her over with gleeful amusement, her eyes lingering especially on Rachel's hair. It sure looked like the now-satisfied boy behind her had taken a proactive role in the blowjob (a detail Rachel had eventually confessed in the car as she'd sheepishly rubbed her sore neck).

Rebecca giggled out loud and shook her head. Rachel was a nut. Finally moving on from her memories, she pushed her shoulder into a hallway door and walked confidently up an old, creaky staircase leading to her class.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she was about to push open the door to the second floor hallway when she paused. Her phone buzzed in her back pocket and she leaned away from the door to retrieve it. She smirked as she read a silly text message from one of her friends on the field hockey team.

Deciding to answer as she walked, Rebecca pushed open the stairwell door and stepped out into the hall. Her English class was at the far end of a winding hallway so she only ever came this way to go to that specific class since it was in an older part of the building. That or to use the one of the small bathrooms nearby.

As she started to turn a corner, her ears perked up as she thought she heard a familiar voice. Rachel's voice. She knew her friend would be heading to the same class so she smiled and looked up expectantly from her phone. But she stopped at what she saw and narrowed her eyes in confusion.

No one was there.

Rebecca blinked quizzically as she stared ahead at the set of bathroom doors. She could've sworn she heard her best friend's voice. With an involuntary smack of her lips, she approached the door to the girls' room and leaned her shoulder in. Hearing nothing, she called out curiously.

"Rach?"

Again greeted only by silence, Rebecca finally shrugged and turned back to the hall. She resumed her walk to her class and refocused on the text message she'd been sending. Whatever. She must've been hearing things...

***

Greg grinned widely as he and Rachel stepped into the small bathroom space. There was a sink and a urinal, and finally, a full stall towards the back. He continued to guide her by the small of her back towards the stall door. His pulse climbing, he pushed it open swiftly and stepped in front of the toilet, opening up a space for her to enter as well.

Rachel shook her head and followed him in, swallowing nervously as she watched him set her bag on the top of the toilet and close and the stall door. She looked up at him as he turned back towards her and gave her a big smile, his eyes excitedly running over her body. She bit her lip and felt another surge as she watched him reach down to adjust the bulge growing in his pants.

"You ready? Don't want you to have to rush through it."

Rachel rolled her eyes at Greg's joking tone and flicked her gaze around the stall. This wasn't her first rodeo, but she'd never been a big fan of boys' bathrooms. They were dirty and smelled funny and she was never entirely thrilled about kneeling on the floor. She knew boys were gross and they probably got pee everywhere or something. Why she ever agreed to give blowjobs in such unsanitary locations was something she never understood.

She was snapped from her thoughts as she felt Greg reach out and give her breast a generous squeeze. It wasn't shocking (seeing that she was about to let him put his penis in her mouth) but the force of his touch, as opposed to his more timid and playful work earlier by the lockers, made her gasp. She stood still and looked up into his eyes as she let him grope away.

Obviously happy to be feeling her up, but clearly only using the sensation to further-fuel the situation in his pants, Greg ended his quick session with a final cupping grab before pulling his hand away and bringing it to his belt buckle. He was certainly eager to get the party going.

Rachel bit her lip again and looked down at the blue tile below her feet. With a final exasperated head shake, she carefully lowered herself to her knees in front of him, smoothing out her skirt as he finished undoing his belt.

As soon as the belt was free, Rachel leaned forward and brought her fingers to the button on the front of his khakis. She slipped it through the hole and smoothly pulled down his zipper. Shifting her weight with a grimace, she spread the front of his open pants and slid them down his thighs to just above his knees. She looked back up at his white boxer briefs and licked her lips involuntarily. She brought her fingers to his waistband and gave another firm tug downward.

Rachel breathed in and stifled a grin as Greg's dick popped free in front of her. He wasn't very hard but that looked to be changing. She pulled his underwear down to rest by his pants and again rose up tall onto her knees. The blue tile was uncomfortable and she hoped her knees didn't have any obvious red marks when she was finished and would have to go to class.

The thought of class made her remember suddenly that time was of the essence, so with a final breath and a teasingly annoyed smile, she made her move. She reached her hand out and took his still-soft penis in her hand and began to give it a few gentle tugs.

"Quick, you say? You better be."

Greg smiled and smirked in retort. "Well, that's partially on you, isn't-?"

His words cut off with a gasp as Rachel's warm tongue extended towards him and made firm contact with the underside of his shaft. She ran it smoothly around his soft skin, even grazing the top of his sac as she licked. Feeling him begin to harden, she exhaled fully and slipped his dick completely into her mouth.

She sucked him in firmly and let her lips linger near the base, her nose making contact with his neatly shaved area. She ran her tongue along his dick and slid her lips back down until she felt the tip of between them. She flicked her tongue teasingly into his opening before bringing her face back towards him and sucking him in deeply again. She felt him beginning to swell rapidly in her mouth and she began to slowly build up her pace and intensity. After a few more rounds of playful warmup, she began bobbing her head methodically in front him as his dick glistened between her lips.

Greg sighed and exhaled harshly as he did what he could to keep from groaning too loudly. It wasn't likely that any noise would be detected outside but he certainly didn't want any interference or interruption given the soothing pleasure he was feeling. God, she was so good!

This certainly wasn't Greg's first time getting head, but he had heard about Rachel's "talents" and had been hoping to get a little taste for a while now. She was a cool girl and super-hot and ever since he had seen her pull her shirt up at that party, he had known he needed to make this happen. One of his basketball teammates had gotten with her back in the early fall and he'd told the team that she sucked dick like a vacuum. It had been a painfully enticing description and Greg was now fully understanding what he had meant.

Rachel's cheeks were pulled in tight and she was slipping his dick in and between her lips with smooth, firm suction. It was so effortless and steady. Greg knew he wouldn't last a whole long time with how long he'd wanted it from her and how hot it was that she'd actually agreed to blow him in between classes.

Hard as a rock and coursing with sexual pleasure, he instinctively brought a hand down to the back of Rachel's head and began bobbing her into him a bit quicker. He sighed at the new sensation. She had such soft hair, too. He ran his fingers through it as he gently rocked his hips into her mouth. She was doing an amazing job on her own but using her face to push into improved the sensation and heightened his arousal. He felt a quick tremor ripple through his stomach. Shit, maybe she wouldn't be late, after all.

Rachel had begun to taste him a bit and had picked up her intensity when she'd felt his hand go to her head. She didn't really mind one way or another when a guy guided her. She found it slightly insulting because she knew she could do a better job without interference. But if it helped a guy get off, then who was she to say it was wrong?

She felt him intertwine his fingers through her hair and scrunch it all around as he pushed her face deeper onto his dick. An exciting surge hit her senses as she recalled the blowjob she'd given just a day or two prior at that party. Beyond the hilarity of Rebecca talking to her through the bathroom door while she'd had a dick in her mouth, the unexpected intensity of the guy she'd been sucking off had turned her on more than she had anticipated.

It had begun pretty normally, with some quick making out and groping. Rachel had quickly gotten things moving, and before long, she'd been eagerly bobbing her head into his lap as he sat, legs extended on top of the toilet seat. The guy had seemed content to let her service him without interference for a minute or so, but had then jumped in and joined the action with some serious passion.

Her hair had still been down and he'd dug his fingers all through it, guiding her face firmly up and down while she sucked away. While this might have normally been met with resistance and annoyance, in the moment, Rachel had been totally into it. She was drunk and horny and excited and completely lost in her work. His penis wasn't that big either so she had no problem sucking him in and out fully, letting her lips reach the base of his shaft with each fast and forceful motion. When he'd finally came, it had been powerful and violent, and she'd loved every second.

Rachel smiled at the memory as she continued to work Greg between her lips. He was beginning to pump her head a little faster now and she suddenly felt a sprinkle of irritation. Obviously, as evident by her experience at the party that weekend, she had little trouble letting a guy take charge. The only times she didn't like it were when the guy got excessively rough or if he just completely threw off her rhythm and made the whole thing difficult. Or, when he was messing up her hair and she needed it not to look that way. And right now, Greg was doing the third thing.

She didn't know the exact time but she knew she had to be in class likely within a few minutes so she didn't want to arrive with her hair all a mess. She had shown up to class late once or twice after doing what she was doing now and it had always made her paranoid that everyone knew. Even the teacher. That part especially creeped her out. So she didn't want to make things more obvious than they needed to be. She knew Greg was likely very close but she needed to stop him.

With a firm push into his thighs, she pulled her mouth off his penis and took a breath. She met his confused look with a glare of annoyance. A bit of saliva ran from her glistening lips and she wiped it away as she yelled at him playfully.

"Hey! My hair! You do remember that I need to be in class soon. Think you could avoid making me look like I just ran through a windstorm?" She stared up at him angrily but kept one hand gently stroking his dick to keep him going.

Greg flashed an embarrassed grin and spoke with short breath. "Sorry, baby. Just kinda got into it, I guess. You were getting me so-."

He cut off and immediately fell silent as both of them froze at a noise. The door was opening. The door to the bathroom.

Someone was coming in!

Rachel felt her heart in her throat as she and Greg both heard heavy footsteps approaching and crossing the small room. The stall doors went up to the ceiling but not all the way to floor. If someone bent over and looked underneath, there would be no hiding two sets of legs, one of which was kneeled over in a skirt. Rachel flinched and brought a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp as they heard the knob on the locked stall door jiggle. She looked up at Greg with wild eyes and indicated.

Greg was frozen as well but he cleared his throat and found his voice. "Um, yeah, occupied." He tried to sound as calm as possible.

A voice replied back apologetically. "Oops! So sorry."

Rachel and Greg breathed in deeply and stared at each other. It sounded like an older voice. A teacher!

The pair stayed frozen in terror. If this mystery teacher really needed to use the toilet instead of just a urinal, they were screwed. He'd probably just wait, right? And they'd have to come out sometime. Shit! What would they do? The tense excitement was keeping Greg aroused and Rachel realized that she was still involuntarily stroking him. Somewhat firmly, too.

They heard the footsteps back away from the stall door and shuffle off in the other direction. They were too scared to even breathe when they finally heard the familiar sound of a zipper going down, followed in a few seconds by the splashing noise of a gentle stream of water. The guy was using the urinal. They both exhaled in relief. Rachel couldn't resist and she lowered her gaze down and peeked under the stall door at the man's feet. She saw old brown loafers and dress socks. She swallowed hard again. Definitely a teacher.

Rachel brought her face back up and turned towards Greg when her eyes went wide at his expression. He had reached his hand down towards her head and was guiding her back to his penis. She gave him a crazy look and mouthed "NO" incredulously.

Greg simply gave her a pleading nod and tapped his watch for emphasis. Shit, he was right. This mystery teacher was likely going to the bathroom right before class started. Rachel felt the firmness of Greg's hand increase, and for the first time, he showed the slightest look of annoyance, too. "C'mon," he mouthed and raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Rachel thought it was insane to do it with some teacher still in the same room. The whole scene was scary and weird and kind of gross. She didn't much care for the sounds of another man peeing and the fact that it was a teacher made it even creepier. Whoever he was, his penis was now out in the open, probably at eye-level for her and just a few feet away. It made her a little sick but also weirdly gave her another tingle.

There were a few teachers that the girls in school would joke about being hot and they had all giggled at times discussing which ones they'd blow or even have sex with. Rachel certainly got around but she'd never dream of actually doing something with a teacher. The whole idea was just a silly, exciting fantasy.

And now that she was kneeling on the same floor where a male teacher had his penis out in his hand, it was strangely erotic. It gave her a bit of a surge. Especially in light of the fact that she was there because she was blowing another boy who was desperately trying to get her to take his dick back into her mouth at that very moment. She tingled again and drew in a breath.

Without giving it another thought, Rachel relented and slipped Greg back through her lips, doing her best to continue the blowjob as quietly as possible. She began to bob her head quickly and she had to focus to keep herself from letting out any gentle whimpers as she normally did. Despite their quick break, she knew he was close and she figured he'd likely be coming soon. Would he do it while the teacher was still in there? Could he? And could he be quiet? It was all very exciting.

Rachel kept sucking as she heard the teacher finish his business and zip his zipper back up. Greg was again rocking his hips into her face and she could feel his dick beginning to pulse and twitch. They heard the sink turn on as the mystery man washed his hands. Using the sound as a shield, Greg let a pleasurable grown escape his lips and he nodded down towards Rachel with his teeth clenched. He was very close.

Rachel responded with her eyes. She was making gentle sucking noises as she bobbed, knowing that it was almost impossible to give a completely quiet blowjob. She was also getting a bit worked up in the excitement of it and hoped that she wasn't being noticeably loud. She inhaled deeply and slowed as they heard the water turn off and the crank of the paper towel dispenser begin to turn. She held Greg in her mouth with very little movement beyond her tongue swirling over him. She could taste him more and more and she knew that he needed to hold off until they were safely alone. There was no way that they wouldn't make noise when he came.
Finally, they heard a paper towel hit the trashcan and the footsteps begin to move back towards the exit. In her excitement, Rachel sucked Greg in deep and moaned ever so audibly. She felt his legs tense as he pushed her head hard back into his body. He was there. He was going to cum. Greg did his best to stay quiet but a strained sigh escaped his lips.

The footsteps stopped.

Greg shot his head towards the wall in the direction of the ceased movement and thought quickly. He let out another satisfied sigh, this time intentionally loud enough to be heard, and reached down quickly behind him to flush the toilet. The loud noise overtook the room and Greg clenched his hips in release.

He came forcefully into Rachel's mouth and kept one hand firmly on her head. He looked up to the ceiling with a pleasure-filled smile and rocked into her face as he repeatedly unloaded. He felt her firmly sucking on his dick as she stayed in control of the situation. He began to rotate his hips back and forth so that he came out of her mouth partially before rocking back in. It was a great orgasm and he shuddered with pleasure as he felt her sucking gently around his head as the last drops came out.

Rachel continued to suck on him tenderly as he finished coming. His shots had landed either back near her throat or onto her tongue and she exhaled through her nose as she focused on bringing the event to a smooth ending. The toilet flush had been a genius move as it had disguised his pleasurable sighs as the simple conclusions of some other business, and the loud noise of the water had blocked both of their audible reactions to his release.

Rachel had whimpered in excited pleasure as she felt him start to erupt between her lips. The idea that they were so close to getting caught, and that whoever was there had remained there while Greg came in her mouth, had turned her on. As the toilet flush died down and they heard the door open and shut with eventual silence, they knew they had dodged a wildly exciting bullet.

Back in the safety of solitude, Rachel allowed herself to moan gently as she concluded her work, taking him firmly in and out of her lips as his dick glistened with wetness. All in all, it had been pretty quick, but she felt a sudden slice of panic as she wondered if it had been quick enough. A minute or two had passed since the teacher had left and she was still kneeling while they finished up.

She finally let Greg slip from her lips and she looked up at him with a devious smile as she closed her mouth and swallowed with concentrated effort. He had cum quite a bit. She basked in his satisfied smile as she watched him reach down to pull his pants back up. She couldn't believe that just ten minutes prior, she'd been getting her books from her locker, planning on getting a quick, refreshing iced tea before class. A bold touch on her ass had been followed by an even bolder groping session on her chest. And now, she was kneeling in a bathroom stall, having just satisfied yet another random boy. She tingled with excitement. She guessed she had gotten that drink after all. The silly thought made her legs pulse with arousal.

Her arousal was interrupted by a mild, but shooting pain as she again became aware of the unforgiving tiles below her. She winced as her knees pushed up off of the hard floor and she grimaced as she felt the slight stickiness of their contact. She stood up slowly and smoothed her skirt again. She bit her lip as she glanced over her knees and did indeed see some red indentations from the tile pattern where she had been kneeling. She brushed at them futilely (as if it would help) before shaking her head and giving up.

Rachel carefully peeked through the space between the stall door and wall to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing that it was, she stepped out quickly and moved to the sink to check her reflection in the mirror. She frowned at her messy hair and did her best to smooth it out and make it presentable. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were a bit red but besides that she looked fine. Other than her knees.

She gave Greg a little shrug and smile and indicated towards the door. He winked at her and nodded, knowing that it would be smart for him to check outside before they exited. He peered out the door and gave her a nod and she moved quickly past him, back into the hallway. She turned towards her classroom before looking back at him nervously.

This was always the awkward part. Should she say something? She'd just casually sucked his dick in school in the middle of the morning. And she'd done it because he'd approached her at her locker and (after a few fun gropes of her body) simply asked her to. Ding! The bell sound went off in her head. Add Greg to the list. She smirked and gave him a weak smile and a little wave.

"I'll, um, see ya I guess." Her stomach twisted. Real smooth, Rachel.

Greg winked at her and smiled back. "Oh for sure. You'll definitely see me again." He shot her a grin and gave her boobs one final deep stare before turning back towards the hallway to the stairs.

Rachel paused for a second and cursed herself while watching him leave. Great. Now he thinks I'll just-. Whatever. She turned and walked briskly towards her class. As she passed another classroom, she saw everyone was seated and she caught a glimpse of the clock. Shit. Four minutes late. Well, not that awful.

She was almost all the way to her classroom when she froze and cursed herself again. This time out loud. SHIT! Her book bag! It had her paper! She'd left it in-.

Rachel wildly turned and raced back down the hallway. She got back to the bathroom door, and without thinking, pushed it in and stepped inside. She'd just been there less than a minute ago. Surely no one was-.

She froze in terror as she stared directly at a boy turned slightly away from her, using the urinal. He casually glanced in the direction of her loud entrance, before doing a double-take, his eyes wide with shock. He blushed and narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Um, I think you have the wrong-!"

Rachel gulped and turned bright red. Trying to ignore his protest, she looked away and walked quickly behind him towards the stall. His voice followed her.

"Whoa! What are you-?" His head whipped rapidly around to watch this gorgeous girl who was in his bathroom while he was using it.

Rachel continued to ignore him and she pushed into the stall to retrieve her bag where Greg had left it on the top of the toilet. She turned and practically leapt back into the main part of the room as she again passed behind the confused boy who had stopped peeing in his shock. He shouted to her.

"Your backpack? What the hell were you doing in here?"

Rachel stopped and turned around slowly. She should've just ignored him and kept walking but she felt bad for startling him with no explanation. She faced him and offered an apologetic smile.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Look, the girls' was full and I-. And then I forgot my, um, shit-. Look, I'm reallllly sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt!"

Rachel watched the boy's confused expression. She knew him. He was the nerdy type and was in some of her classes. Adam, maybe? She wasn't entirely sure. She shot him a weak smile as he stared, hoping he wouldn't tell everyone that she'd come in there all crazy.

She started to feel better as she saw his expression soften but her heart skipped as his gaze fell down her body. It wasn't surprising that he'd linger over her chest for a moment, but she watched his look fall further down towards her legs. Her knees!

Rachel registered his change in expression to one of surprise as he saw the crossed red pattern on her skin. The same pattern of the floor she was standing on. She held her breath as his gaze shot back to her face and he raised a stunned eyebrow. His mouth started to fall open and she felt her face betray her as she turned deep red. She spun back around and shot out the door. Dammit. He knew. He definitely knew. And he'd probably be telling his friends soon. Geez, Rach! Her stomach twisted as she shook her head. See what you do??

Rachel pushed the embarrassment from her mind and raced back down the hallway. She got to the door and inhaled with dread as she saw her teacher was already standing and talking to the class. She was seven minutes late. Not close enough to be just a quick thing. Everyone would definitely stare at her as she walked in. But she had no choice. She sighed and pushed the door open and entered the room.

Her entrance interrupted the teacher and he turned towards her (as did dozens of other eyes) with a curious look. She was already bright red from her bathroom run-in and she gave the teacher her best apologetic frown.

"So nice of you to join us, Rachel. I trust you have some good reason for being so late?"

Rachel felt her ears burn and she stammered an excuse. "I, um-. I'm so sorry. I was, um, I was finishing something up and I, uh-. I-I just lost track of the ti-."

She trailed off with shame. She bowed her head and quickly moved towards the desks to find her seat, praying no one had noticed her knees or hair. She was halfway down one aisle towards her desk when she heard his voice call back out.

"Rachel?"

She froze and spun around, her heart beating out of her chest. Her teacher was just staring at her expectantly. What did he want? She began to panic. Did he know?? She felt like he knew. She felt like everyone knew!

"Um, I'm sorry-. Wha-?"

"Rachel, your paper?"

She let out a huge sigh and walked back towards the front of the classroom. She paused in front of him and fumbled nervously with her book bag. She hated knowing that the whole class was staring at her. Her fingers shook as she unzipped the bag and pulled out her folder. She hastily opened it up and flinched as the paper slid out and fell on the floor.

Embarrassed further, Rachel knelt down in front of her teacher to scoop it up. As she gathered it, her eyes went wide and she stifled a gasp. She almost lost her balance as she realized what she was seeing. The shoes. The brown loafers.

It had been him!

Rachel felt the color drain from her face as she slowly looked up at her teacher. Somehow her kneeled position in front of him was oddly reminiscent of where she'd been just a few minutes earlier. Where they'd both been, actually...

She subconsciously brought her eyes to the front of his pants and a quick shiver went through her as she pictured doing for him what she'd just done for Greg. Knowing that just prior to coming to class, she'd been giving a blowjob while this man's penis was also out and exposed made her surge with nervous excitement. She exhaled with a start and quickly averted her gaze. She stood unsteadily and mumbled to him as she handed the paper over. She couldn't even look him in the eye.

"Thank you, Rachel. And next time, it's detention."

She nodded dumbly and whipped back around to find her desk as her face burned. She tried to avoid eye contact with everyone she passed before finally plopping into her seat near the center of the room. But there was one set of eyes that she could not avoid, and they were staring at her devilishly from the desk right next to hers.

Rebecca.

Rebecca shot her a confused look and lifted her palms in curiosity. Keeping one eye on the teacher, she hissed.

"Where the hell have you been? I finished writing that damn thing and still got here before you!" She eyed Rachel up like a detective.

Rachel knew she had no poker face when it came to her best friend so she tried to avoid looking back. "I was just finishing something up, too. Grabbed a drink and just lost track of time." She swallowed and crossed her legs nervously, avoiding her friend's inquisitive stares.

Rebecca didn't buy her mumbled excuse and she smirked as she leaned her head back. Rachel was clearly flustered and had been rushing around. Her cheeks were red and her eyes nervous and wild. She was hiding something. Where had she-? Rebecca's eyes went wide and she stifled a laugh as her gaze fell to Rachel's crossed legs. Her knee! No way! Had she-?

Rebecca leaned back in and whispered with a muffled laugh. "You slut! Were you crawling on the ground somewhere looking for that drink?" She giggled. "Who? Who was he? Tell me! I gotta know this one!"

Rachel's face deepened to crimson and she shot her friend a firm, but pleading glare. "Shut. Up. I don't know what you're talking about." She brushed her knee and tugged at her skirt.

Rebecca wouldn't have it and she hissed back hysterically. "Oh, I bet you don't! What, were you kneeling on a waffle iron while finishing your paper?" She was pinching her own arm to keep from laughing.

Rachel stared back and gave Rebecca a final vicious scowl. "Will you shut up? Oh my God, I'll tell you later. Just shut up!" She glanced back at their teacher hoping he hadn't noticed their whispers. She swallowed again at the memory of his presence in the bathroom. She exhaled and shot Rebecca an evil grin. "You'll love this one, trust me."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow and leaned back in surprise. She couldn't wait to hear about Rachel's latest excursion. In between classes? Really? She shook her head at her friend with a loving smile.

That girl!

***

Rachel's face was still wet with tears but she found herself grinning as she remembered the silliness of that day. As soon as class had ended, Rebecca had been back on her with a full-court press. Rachel had waited until they were alone in the hallway before recounting the entire bathroom experience with a tinge of reddened embarrassment.

Rebecca had rolled her eyes practically out of her head when Rachel told her about Greg's little "dress code inspection" and when Rachel got to the part about their English teacher's shoes, Rebecca almost hit the floor. She teasingly asked if Rachel had seen his penis and if she'd offered to blow him, too. Rachel had turned an even deeper shade of red and laughingly protested against her friend's mocking jokes. The girls laughed until their faces hurt as they made their way through the rest of the day.

And that hadn't been the end of it for Rachel. While Greg didn't make a school-wide announcement or anything, he also hadn't kept it entirely to himself. Plus, Adam, the boy who Rachel had walked in on when attempting to retrieve her book bag, had also mentioned the piece of the story he had witnessed. As the rumors intersected, it didn't take long for most everyone to figure out what she had done.

Rachel found herself fighting off an increased number of "bathroom-break" requests from random boys at school. There was blood in the water and the sharks circled with empowered aggression. Even Greg had been back at her, trying to get her to agree to a second go. Rachel had found her resolve and ability to stand her ground fading fast and she knew deep down that it would only be a matter of time before she would be back in some stall. But thankfully, she had an ally. A protector, of sorts.

While Rebecca was always first in line to tease Rachel about her "friendliness," she was also fiercely protective of her friend. While she might jokingly encourage Rachel to get with a guy at a party here or there, on some level Rebecca felt the slightest bit of concern. She didn't like the number of guys who approached Rachel in the hall and bluntly asked for a blowjob like it was no big thing.

Rachel was a strange creature because while she was the furthest thing from a shy, submissive pushover in almost all aspects of her life, she often had seemingly no ability to deflect even the crudest of advances. Rebecca knew it wasn't her responsibility to watch out over her friend's every move, but she found herself staying by Rachel's side more and more as time passed. The girls had been steadily getting closer since the night Matt and Rachel met, but they were truly becoming inseparable as the weeks dragged on through the semester. They went to class together. They went shopping together. They partied and flirted with boys together.

And it was during one such occasion that their friendship hit its pinnacle and the girls' closeness crested in a truly unimaginable and unforgettable way.

NEXT --- Chapter 9: Touch and Go (Pt. 1)

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Jan 3, 2018 in blowjob

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