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Prom Ch. 15: Catharsis

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 15


Rachel stood in front of her dresser mirror and stared vacantly back at her reflection. The emotion was gone from her face and she had no more tears to cry. She looked at her body, still just in her underwear, and felt nothing but dull, hollow regret. Truthfully, what she had done that morning after the prom had been a bit exceptional, but it really wasn't much worse than how she'd been over the past few months since Rebecca had cut her out of her life.

Rachel had tried. She'd begged her friend for forgiveness repeatedly but Rebecca would hear none of it. Worse, Rebecca wasn't shy about letting other people know what she thought of her ex-friend. The stares and whispers had gotten worse for a while. They'd eventually died down, but the perception of her had changed permanently.

She still had friends and she'd done her best to remain outgoing and friendly. But everything was a little bit darker now. Girls who had been indifferent to her promiscuity now thought she was a bitch for what she had done to her best friend. Especially the way Rebecca had spun the story to make it sound like she'd practically been pining away for Brad the entire time. Rachel had wanted to set the record straight on that point but it wasn't worth it. Maybe she deserved it anyway.

And if the girls' reactions had gotten worse, so had the boys', but in a different way. Many now upped their aggressiveness towards her as they just assumed she'd be down for whatever they asked. Some almost expected it. If she had been okay with doing what she'd done with Brad and Matt, she'd certainly give a guy a simple blowjob here or there, right? Would that be too much to ask?

Actually, no. It hadn't been too much to ask at all. As her self-worth plummeted, Rachel had spent the two months leading up to Kevin's prom giving in to more boys than she dared say out loud. A series of effortless and often crude propositions found her on her knees almost constantly. In school, out of school. It didn't matter. She'd made more guys cum in half a semester than most girls had in four years.

And then there was Matt.

Although Rachel hated him even more in the aftermath, she'd almost felt a strange attraction to him, like he was all she had left after everything else had burned down. It was dark and twisted and it made no sense, but she'd found herself hooking up with him pretty regularly over the past few months. Part of her had figured what did it matter anymore?

She'd returned to his now infamous basement a number of times and found herself kneeling in front of that couch. And worst of all, for reasons she couldn't explain, she had let him have sex with her as well.

It had started one day when she had gone to his house after a particularly crushing experience with Rebecca at school. Rachel's feelings of self-worth had been on life support, and in retrospect, it shouldn't have been a surprise that she'd be vulnerable enough to give in. Matt had talked her out of her clothes and she'd been in the middle of sucking his dick when he'd started pleading with her about that day with Brad. He'd told her how jealous he was of his friend and how hot it had been and how it just wasn't right that he be stuck with only the memory.

How it wasn't...fair.

Rachel had known it was wrong, maybe the most wrong thing ever, but she had given in without much of a fight. She'd gotten up off her knees and lied down softly on the couch next to him. Her inner voice had been screaming but she'd simply watched in silence as he'd positioned himself over her body with an excited grin. And without so much as a final word, she'd spread her legs and let him have what he wanted.

He'd fucked her like that for a while before half-asking/half-moving her into his lap for his finish. She'd dutifully complied and rode him smoothly, rocking her hips into him in a methodic, trance-like rhythm. Matt had been completely into it, his eyes wide and intense and his hands pawing chaotically over her heavy breasts. But she'd shown no such similar enthusiasm. She'd simply fucked him like she wasn't even present.

When he'd gotten close, he'd signaled for her to slide off and get back on the floor between his legs. Without really bothering to ask this time (since he'd figured she'd allowed it before), he'd came explosively onto her face and chest, leaving a gruesome, messy scene that somewhat mirrored what Jeff had just recently done to her earlier in the morning.

Later that day when Rachel had gotten home, she'd sworn to herself that it had been a one-time thing. But it had happened again. And again. Multiple times. Something had changed inside her that afternoon. It had been a turning point and had served only to push her deeper down her dark spiral.

Sometime after she'd first done it with Matt, she had seen Brad in the hallway at school and watched as he'd given her a sad, knowing look. Between him and Matt, her "no sex" policy had crumbled in short order. Rachel wondered if Rebecca knew, too. But she didn't care. She didn't care about much anymore and she only focused on her desperate needed to fill the void in her life with anything she could.

Rachel thought about these things as she stood in front of the mirror and reached for her phone. She remembered seeing the voicemail alert from Matt from the night before when she had left her phone in Kevin's car during the afterparty. She brought her thumb to the button and considered pressing it to listen to the message. Not that she didn't know what he wanted...

She exhaled deeply and put the phone back down. No. Not now. She just couldn't. Her glance at the phone also alerted her to the time and her eyebrows rose in surprise. It was just after four o'clock. God, she'd been crying and reminiscing all afternoon. She was surprised her parents hadn't come to check on her, but then again, they had been aware of her moodiness over the past few months and they'd been trying to tread lightly. She shook herself gently and tried to focus her brain. She'd been up there for hours. What had she been thinking about before she'd gotten lost in the memor-?

Kevin!

She hadn't made solid plans with him but they had tentatively talked about hanging out later, and before Rachel had been overcome with her memories and tears, she remembered that she had wanted to talk to him and try to apologize and make things right. Her ugly trip down memory lane had again made her think about how Kevin would never be the kind of guy to do to her what so many others had done. Not that she was ever forced into those things, but Kevin wouldn't even have pushed.

Kevin was different. He was almost too innocent, but he cared about her in a way that likely few other boys ever had. She decided she would talk to him today and she would make things right. Maybe letting it all out about not just the morning but about what an awful place she had been these past few months might help her to feel better as well.

She picked her phone back up and shot him a text:

Hey you :) Wanna grab dinner at Baja Fiesta? Like 6? My turn to treat since you were such a good date!

He responded almost immediately:

-Hey! Yeah that sounds great. Your treat huh? Def gonna order the whole menu. :P Need me to pick you up?

LOL. Hilarious. No just meet there. See ya at 6!

Rachel tossed her phone back down and ran her hand through her hair. Her general mood was still idly pacing somewhere between awful and emotionally numb, but for the first time in a few hours, she formed the slightest smile.

She thought about her choice in restaurant. Baja Fiesta had been her and Rebecca's favorite. It was just a casual little Mexican spot and Rachel grinned as she thought about how the girls had sometimes flirted their way into getting served margaritas underage. Her smile soured though when she remembered how it was there that they had agreed to meet that fateful morning that she had been with Brad and Matt. She'd obviously cancelled their date and they'd never been back since.

She started to feel sick again and she pushed the thought away. She missed her friend so much! Initially after their falling out, Rebecca had at least acknowledged her presence, albeit via snarky comments as they passed each other in the hallway. Every word had hurt Rachel but she found herself actually yearning to hear them again.

Nowadays, Rebecca just pretty much acted like she was invisible, which was strangely worse. Although, and maybe it was just her mind playing hopeful tricks on her, Rachel could've sworn she'd caught Rebecca glancing over at her sometimes during class when she thought she didn't notice.

She would see mostly disdain and anger in her looks, but there was also maybe just a hint of sadness. The school year was coming to an end and there were rumors that Rachel might be transferring again. They were seniors and obviously supposed to be graduating and going to college. Rebecca had even been accepted to play field hockey at a small local school.

At one time, she and Rachel had actually talked hopefully about going to that college together and both being part of the team. Rachel was an even better player and would certainly have been recruited if she had so chosen. But in the midst of her spiral, she had blown off pretty much everything important in her life. She'd quit the soccer team and most of the clubs she'd been involved with. And most crucially, she'd abandoned her school work. There were rumors that she was failing a few classes and wouldn't be graduating.

Obviously, no one knew anything for real and Rachel wasn't super close enough with anyone anymore who might ask. But if they had asked, they'd have known that she was indeed in a bad spot. She was almost certainly not going to graduate and her options looked to be to either repeat at least a semester of her senior year (likely at someplace new again) or, if she truly still wanted to stay on track, take a bunch of summer courses and see if any college would accept her in time for the fall.

But in her current mind-state, busting her ass over anything was extremely unlikely. She'd almost certainly be a senior again in a few months and going through the same, tired process all over. And she'd already played four years of field hockey so she couldn't even have that as an outlet or distraction. It was a mess.

But throughout all of it, the one thing Rachel found herself caring about was that maybe a tiny piece of Rebecca missed her too. Maybe she could get over what Rachel had done and they could at least be friendly again. Rachel wanted more than that, but she'd settle for being able to send Rebecca a funny text or laugh with her in the hallway.

Maybe Rebecca still thought about playing college hockey with her, too. Maybe they could still make it happen. No. It was too late. Almost every ship possible had sailed and the last few would be leaving the pier shortly. Rebecca would be in college in the fall and even further removed from her life. Not that it would be much different than it was now.

Rachel found the thoughts to be depressing her again but this time no tears came. She truly was tapped out emotionally. She pushed the thoughts away and tried to focus on what she'd say to Kevin in a few hours. A quick glimpse in the mirror reminding her of her state of undress, she smirked and moved to her dresser to remedy the situation.

As she dug through her drawers, her smirk deepened into a dry, sarcastic smile. She thought about her failed plan to wear an unflattering and boring t-shirt-and-shorts combo the night before. "It will be nostalgically appropriate! LOL!" She shook her head. That had sure worked out.

Her stomach twisted as her eyes flicked quickly over to her hamper where she'd tossed the yellow shirt. She didn't even want to wash it. She wanted to burn it or bury it deep in the ground. All it did was serve as a bright yellow reminder of what she was; the dried stain serving as her own personal Scarlett Letter.

Whatever. She didn't care anymore. Swallowing away the thought, she shook her head and retrieved a pair of plain jeans and a loose button down flannel shirt. She slipped the clothes on and sat down on her bed to plan out her talk with Kevin.

The exercise proved to be difficult because Rachel truly didn't know what Kevin was currently thinking about her. Beyond her suspicions that he had some 'more than platonic' feelings for her, she'd also always carried the guilt that came with him knowing about how she lived her life. They'd gone to school together for a long time and Rachel was certain that he'd been privy to subtle (and unsubtle) rumors and implications regarding her activities.

How many classmates of his has had talked their penises into her mouth? How many sports teammates had probably teased him in the locker rooms, joking about what great head his best friend gave? Back at Taylor Reed there had been one particular occasion where Rachel had "convinced" a few upperclassmen to leave her friend alone by agreeing to do certain things with them. She was pretty sure that Kevin had never found out, but she never truly knew.

And then there was this past morning at Jeff's house. For all the stories and truths that Kevin surely knew about her, he'd never been confronted with explicit evidence (at least as far as she knew). But that was all different now. He'd seen her in the yard with Rob. Seen her willingly on her knees in front of him. And what he hadn't seen with Jeff, surely didn't need to be explained. He'd watched them go into the basement together and remain down there for fifteen minutes. What else would a girl like her have been doing?

The thoughts continued to swirl and twist through her as she went over her meeting with Kevin in her head. She'd been working it out for close to an hour when her phone buzzed by her feet. With a curious narrowing of her brows, she reached down over the bed and retrieved her cell. A text message had come through from and unknown number. Her stomach twisted.

Hey Rachel? Yo it's Jeff. Sorry to bother you but can we talk real quick? It's important.

Rachel felt herself stiffen and shiver. Jeff? How did he have her number? And what could he possibly want? Why was he bothering her?

She was about to ignore the message but she remembered suddenly how fired up she had been earlier and how she'd wished she'd had the nerve to tell him off in front of Jessie when he had been teasing her so brazenly. So she decided to blow off some steam.

-Um, yeah no thanks. If something's important go talk to your girlfriend. Remember her? We have nothing to talk about.

Rachel proudly hit 'send' and scoffed her heart beat fast in her chest. Fuck him, she thought. The nerve on that boy-.

Her thought was interrupted by his reply. And her shivers turned into trembles when she read the words:

Look, I'm sorry. It's about the picture. Can we meet real quick?

The picture.

It sent a terrible chill down her spine and into her stomach. That awful picture he had taken of her while she'd been-. Rachel shuddered again as thoughts bounced chaotically through her head.

Why was he bringing it up? Was he going to blackmail her? It wasn't even clear that it was her. But did that matter? People would just assume that it was something she'd do. But would he really make it public? It was just as dangerous for him. He had a girlfriend. Why would he be the one to-? And how did he even know that she had seen it? She stopped cold.

Tyler.

Had Tyler been unable to keep his mouth shut about what they'd done earlier that morning? She sighed and figured she couldn't blame him. Boys always talked. So did girls. Nothing was a secret for long and Rachel knew this better than anyone. So what was Jeff getting at? Did he mess up and was freaking out, too? Was it actually important?

Rachel knew that she was just rationalizing what was surely a bullshit ploy to get her back in a room with him so he could try to talk her again into God knows what. She knew all of this. She knew it. But at the same time, if there was something going on with that picture of her, she needed to find out. Maybe that wasn't the only one he had taken. She shivered again. She didn't want to, but she had to squash it all if possible. With another sigh, she swallowed and numbly texted back:

-You are unbelievable. And what the fuck were you thinking with the picture anyway? What do you want? I have dinner plans at 6.

Where you having dinner?

-Baja.

OK just meet me there at 5:15. Won't take long.

Rachel hesitated. What wouldn't take long? Part of her knew what he was doing but she was so drained and done with everything that she really didn't care. She texted back:

-K.

Rachel felt her palms get sweaty as she gently placed the phone down and checked the time. She needed to leave soon if she wanted to be there by 5:15. She sighed yet again. She had barely worked out what she wanted to say to Kevin and meeting up with Jeff right beforehand would surely put her into a strange state of mind. Whatever. She was so over it all. A few hours earlier, this type of thing might have sent her into a nervous panic. But now?

She stood calmly and looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing an oversized blue flannel shirt matched with a pair of old jeans and her hair was in a boring ponytail. Her beauty still showed in some respects but her vacant, numb expression made her look distant and cold. It was how she felt and she didn't know what would make the feeling go away anytime soon.

With a final, expressionless glance, she turned from the mirror and grabbed her keys.

***

Rachel pulled up to Baja Fiesta a few minutes early and put her car in park. She didn't know if Jeff was there yet and she didn't know what kind of car he drove. She idly ran some chap stick over her lips and thought about the picture. Jesus. She hoped he hadn't done anything stupid. Or worse, that he was planning on using it to talk her into something. She knew she couldn't trust Jeff.

It wasn't just about him specifically, but his type. Just like with Matt and a few others over the years, the boys who had made her feel low after she had been with them had somehow managed to maintain a strange power over her. She hadn't gone back to all of them, but with more than she would've liked, she'd ended up in future compromising positions. And sadly, she had usually been the one to initiate it.
It was like she was confused by their treatment of her and she thought if maybe she did it again (maybe better this time) that they would suddenly come around and act sweet and friendly and respectful towards her. It was never the case and she knew it. But it didn't stop her. And she had felt that type of feeling about Jeff as he'd teased her in front of Jessie so boldly. She'd known at that moment that she should stay away from him. But here she was.

Breaking her train of thought was a gentle horn beep. She looked over and saw Jeff had pulled into the spot next to her. He was grinning slickly and she sighed as he motioned for her to come over. She didn't really want to get in his car, but she wanted to be seen in public with him even less. With a look of resignation, she headed over to his spot, opened up the passenger door and slid quietly into the seat next to him. His car was kind of messy, like most boys' cars. And it smelled a bit like smoke and old grass. She looked at him expectantly and raised an irritated eyebrow.

"Well? What was so important?"

Rachel swallowed as she watched Jeff's eyes fall over body. She was suddenly glad she had worn those clothes. All she needed was to have another tight shirt or low neckline and he'd be on her in a second. As it was, he was looking pretty hard. She snapped her fingers.

"Uh, hello?"

Jeff grinned and brought his gaze to her face. "My bad. Ok, so look, I just wanted to apologize about the picture. I, um, well, I just took them, like, for myself to enjoy later. I didn't mean to send the one to Tyler. I just-. Shit, I just couldn't help it, ya know? That had been so hot."

Rachel swallowed at his words and spoke unsteadily. "Um, 'them'? Did you take, like, more? She felt her face starting to get hot.

"What? Oh, shit-, well-." He grinned wider. "Yeah I mean, I just snapped off a few real quick. But don't worry! You saw the one I sent to Ty. You can't even tell that it's you really, right? I didn't send him the others where-. Nevermind. Don't worry."

Rachel felt shoulders slump with dull exhaustion. She was so tired of it all. She sighed in exasperation and looked at him with a defeated stare.

"Ok, so is that it? Jeff, what do you want? Why am I here?"

He remained grinning back at her but his tone came out trying to sound innocent and apologetic.

"Wha-? No, I mean-, I just wanted to apologize in person. I shouldn't have taken them and I definitely shouldn't have, you know, sent them to anyone. I just wanted you to know that I'm going to delete them all, okay? Just didn't want you to hate me is all." He shot her the same sad face he had when he'd started to talk her into doing what she had done for him earlier that day in his basement.

Rachel stared back at him blankly. "Um, oh-kayyy. Well, thanks, I guess." She rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned back towards the door. "Is that all then or-?"

As she turned, Jeff quickly reached out and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, well, I mean-, well, no. It's just that-." He exhaled and cleared his throat.

"Look, I'm just gonna say it. I've been thinking about you all fucking day. Shit. Look, I would never even say this out loud and I don't know why I'm telling you but listen. After you and Kevin left, it was just me and Jess at the house. So she was feeling a little frisky or whatever, and like right there in the dining room, she starts giving me a blowjob. And, like, look, Jessie knows what she's doing. She's no virgin. But I couldn't even get hard barely after what you did. Like she was doing it for a few minutes and finally I just stopped her and told her I was hung-over or something."

Jeff nervously flicked his eyes between Rachel's face and the floor as he continued.

"So I mean, I've just been in agony all afternoon. Shit, you have no idea how fucking good you are at-." He swallowed at her blank expression. "Look, I'm sorry about everything and I'm gonna delete all those pictures and whatever. And I won't bother you again, I promise. But c'mon, I just need-. You think you could do me again real quick? Just help me out? And then we're done. I promise."

Rachel took in all his jumbled words with not even a flinch or a blink. She had known what he was going to ask for before she'd even pressed send on her text to him. She'd known it when she got in the car and she'd known it when she pulled into the parking lot. And she'd known it when he'd started waxing on about some lame apology and how he hoped she didn't hate him. She'd heard this story from others before. The facts might be different but the plot was always the same.

One thing Jeff had said did flood her with a quick burst of unexpected arousal. The mention of how he could barely even get hard for his girlfriend after being with her had sent a pleasurable jolt through her body. She hated herself for it but she couldn't help the competitive feelings she felt and the power and sense of accomplishment knowing that a guy thought of her when he thought about sexual pleasure.

She loved knowing that even boys with their own steady supply of action from girlfriends, or regular hookups or whatever, even they wanted it from her above all else. She tingled again and bit her lip. It was the first movement she'd made since he'd began talking.

However, this was ridiculous. She knew it was a setup and it was just another wrong and ugly thing to do. She started to think about what she would say to him to swat away his silly request. Her thoughts swirled.

Really, Jeff? So you tell me to come meet you because it's "important" but all you have to say is that you're sorry for humiliating me and you hope that your apology will be enough to get me to, what? I don't even know. Suck your dick again right here in your car?

Rachel laughed to herself and shook her head. She started to speak, but none of those thoughts formed into words. She was so beyond checked out and she had no energy left for even the slightest fight. She looked at his desperate eyes and hopeful grin. She could tell that he knew what he was asking for was crazy but that he also half-expected her to do it.

And why wouldn't he expect that? Look at what she had done that morning. He'd watched her blow Rob and then just as easily agree to do him next. And, shit, he had talked to Tyler again so he'd surely heard about all that, too. So why wouldn't he expect her to give in? It was what she did. It was who she was, really. Lately, anyway. And she simply had no fuel left to prove otherwise.

She looked into his eyes and spoke with a distant, resigned tone.

"Fine. What do you want?"

Jeff had to stifle a cough as he took in her surprisingly easy surrender. He had hoped he could talk her into something, especially with the talk of the pictures floating around. But he hadn't been sure. She'd already done him that day and he had been kind of a dick to her. Either way, he had expected a bit more of a fight at least. His dick twitched in his pants. He really had been suffering all day thinking about her. It was crazy how long ago it seemed; it had been less than twelve hours.

With a rush of excited energy, he quickly whipped his head around and spoke.

"All right, cool. Um, so you gotta be back here by six? Okay, well why don't we just take a quick drive around and you can take care of it while we go?" He gave her an unnecessary wink. She knew what he meant.

Rachel sighed and nodded weakly. Jeff felt himself surge again and he quickly turned the car back on and began to back out of the lot. He pulled onto the main road and drove a minute before turning down a less crowded street. He looked over at her with an excited grin.

"I'll just cruise around through here so there are less people nearby. We're all good." He took his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on Rachel's headrest, opening up his lap for her. He nodded.

"Whenever you're ready, babe."

Rachel swallowed again and exhaled. She didn't even feel guilt anymore. She just felt tired. She just wanted to get it over with and go back to feeling numb again. She repositioned her body and began to lean over the center console. But Jeff stopped her.

"Hey, wait. Um, what about the shirt? You gotta give me another view of all that, right?"

Rachel sat back up and smirked at him. "Jeff, I'm not taking my shirt off in the middle of the day in your car. It's bad enough that I'm-. Look, no." She started to lean over again.

"Okay, okay, I hear you. But look, at least take a few of those buttons down so I can get a little something while you're doing it. That's fair, right?"

Fair.

Rachel again rose back up and looked at him weakly. She sighed. So much for her conservative outfit. Her baggy flannel shirt was now just a loosely hanging access point to her tits. She would've been better off wearing her yellow tee again. But she still didn't have the strength to argue.

With a blank stare, she reached towards her chest and slowly unbuttoned her shirt down to her upper stomach. She had only a bra on underneath because she hadn't thought any of it would come into play. She let the sides of her shirt fall open and Jeff immediately ran a hand past them and cupped generously over her bra. He looked at her deviously. "Um, any chance you could-?"

"Jeff, no. No more."

Rachel finally had a sticking point. She'd pop a few buttons, lean over, and suck this guy's dick in his car (for the second time today), but hey, she wasn't losing the bra! What a mighty stand! She smirked at herself and began, once again, to lower her face into his lap.

She undid the button on his jeans and slid his zipper down easily. With a firm tug (and some help from him), she slid his pants and underwear to his thighs. His dick was fully erect and Rachel smiled dryly at seeing a familiar sight. It wasn't the first time she'd been up close and personal with this particular penis that day. She hoped it would be the last.

Without feeling her usual doubt or arousal, Rachel simply parted her soft lips and slipped Jeff's dick into her mouth. She sucked him in and came up halfway before pushing back down and bringing her nose to his neatly trimmed pubic area. She was on autopilot from the start. She began to smoothly bob her head up and down over his lap and run her tongue along the side of his shaft as she sucked him. It was purely mechanical.

She wasn't mailing it in entirely, however. She was working with the same concentrated skill that had gotten her though many casual blowjobs in the past. She even felt her enthusiasm pick up a bit as they drove. It wasn't born of arousal or desire to make him feel good, it was simply an automatic response. She was sucking his dick the way she knew how and she was going to keep doing it until he came. It was simply a job she had to complete and she didn't care if it took a few minutes or twenty. She was checked out and acting purely on muscle memory.

Jeff didn't waste much time enjoying the early rounds of her mouth before sliding his right hand into the front of her open shirt. He probed around awkwardly before fondling and groping at her full, heavy breasts as best he could. He finally slipped his fingers into one cup of her bra and began rubbing and squeezing directly on her skin. It wasn't nearly as perfect as his earlier session with her when she had been sprawled out naked, lying over him on the couch. But it would do for now.

As she expertly sucked away, Jeff did his best to hold back as long as possible. He had hoped he might be able to talk her into something like this again, but he was also aware that he had pushed it pretty far to this point. This might be the last time her incredible lips were down on him and he wanted to make sure he enjoyed every second. There would be no way that this experience could match the erotic, brain-melting perfection of her whirlwind performance earlier in the morning, but that didn't mean it wasn't deeply pleasurable. As he slid his fingers over her nipple and the soft flesh of her breast, he yearned to see her naked again. But while that wasn't possible, he smirked at how she still looked strangely sexy. Her boring clothes even made sense; the casual flannel-and-jeans outfit perfectly matching the exceedingly casual nature of giving some road head during a Sunday afternoon drive.

After a couple minutes of turning down random streets and attempting to circle around within the general vicinity, Jeff decided he needed to park and fully enjoy the experience. Eyeing a standalone restaurant that appeared closed, he grinned and pulled smoothly into the lot. It would be perfect. No one would be coming in and out and he had a clear view of the street in case anything looked suspicious. He put the car in park and leaned his head back as the pleasure washed over him.

Rachel had felt the car slow and stop and she'd figured they had pulled off somewhere. Normally, this might give her pause, or at least force her to look up and assess the situation. But she simply kept sucking. She didn't care. She didn't care at all. She just wanted to get him off and have him take her back to her car and hopefully leave her alone from there on out.

She furrowed her brow that that final thought. Her actions over the past twelve hours had probably sent Jeff a pretty clear message. She'd shown him her willingness to succumb to his requests without much of a fight. Jessie hadn't been enough to stop her. Nor had Kevin. Nor had him teasing and degrading her. She had no feelings for him yet she was now servicing him for the second time out in some parking lot.

It reminded her of her 'relationship' with Matt over the past few months. And that had been something she felt completely powerless to stop. Would Jeff be the same? Would he be after her again? Before he left for school in the fall, would she end up having his dick in her mouth a couple more times if he pushed it? She hoped not, but a part of her simply didn't care.

As they sat parked in silence, only the gentle noises of her lips filling the space, Rachel's mind continued to wander.

She thought of the time that she'd been blowing Rob before school and Eddie had surprised them. What a mess. Eddie. God and that had led to her to doing him too. She almost had to laugh at how she could be. And there was no better example than what she was doing right at the moment. It was like a business transaction. She wasn't horny or into Jeff. She hadn't been given a long sales talk or been guilted or coerced. He'd asked and she'd simply agreed. She'd sucked his dick in the morning, he'd spent the day with his girlfriend, and now she was sucking his dick again in the afternoon. That easy.

Rachel thought about it as she smoothly twisted her lips up and down his shaft with automatic precision. Here she was, parked somewhere she didn't know, just giving yet another blowjob. She thought about all the things she was good at and the accomplishments she had. In her closet hung a state championship jacket. She was a good student, or at least had been when she'd wanted to be. She was sharp, funny, energetic, and outgoing and she'd likely been the envy of a lot of people over the years.

But the one thing she realized people would define her with above all else was what she was doing right now: making a boy squirm with pleasure as she sucked on his cock. Her willingness was legendary, her experience was proven, and her beauty was lusted after. It was a perfect storm. She was the hot girl who gave a lot of really, really good head and there were few people whose lives intersected with hers that would disagree, either based on rumor or direct experience.

She often found herself tallying up just how many boys she'd done it to during her life. But she never let herself finish the thought. It was surely a higher number than she'd want to say out loud or even think. She thought of how she habitually made a little 'Ding!' noise in her head every time she gave a blowjob to someone new (she'd been quite the campanologist lately). She had made that noise with Jeff already today, but now she was down there for the second time. She sometimes wished her mind wouldn't race while she did what she did. She just wanted to focus on the task and be done. She hoped she soon would be.

Jeff was holding back with all his strength but he was losing the battle. He glanced at the clock on the dash. 5:27. She'd been sucking his dick for over ten minutes. He was actually pretty proud of himself. He thought about how hard he had been all day just aching to feel her mouth around him again. Jessie's weak attempt had felt like a gentle peck on the cheek after what Rachel had done.

The image made him stiffen. He felt a little strange about that. Jessie was nowhere near Rachel's match in skill, and she wasn't as objectively attractive either. But she was a pretty girl and she had given him more blowjobs over the time they'd been dating than he could count. She definitely knew what she was doing by now.

So the fact that he'd felt almost nothing when she had excitedly slipped off her chair and gone down on him that morning made him nervous. Had Rachel ruined him? Would he ever enjoy it from Jessie again? He shook away the thought. He would. Right? The sensations from Rachel were just so fresh and exciting. They would fade in time. Right? Jeff realized he wasn't sure...

But one thing he was sure about: his clock was ticking. Two minutes had passed since he'd checked the time and Rachel was not showing the slightest sign of tiring or slowing down. He watched her head bob in his lap as her ponytail bounced. It was hot as hell but it was also something to admire. She was like a machine. He could see the side of her face as she sucked him on him and he marveled at how relaxed she looked. It was in stark contrast to her aroused excitement from earlier that morning. She was simply doing what she did best and she didn't really seem either into it or not into it. It just was. And sadly, it was coming to an end.

Jeff felt the familiar quake deep inside him as he prepared for release. Rachel didn't appear to be aware and she hadn't changed her motion or technique in the slightest for several minutes. With a hard swallow, Jeff felt his legs tighten and he shoved his hands back into her shirt and cupped her breast tightly under her bra. He began to exhale quickly as he squeezed her chest roughly like a stress ball. With his left hand he touched Rachel's ponytail and brushed at her hair idly. He cursed out loud as his clock approached zero.

Rachel heard his warnings but changed nothing. She worked him smoothly between her lips and moaned gently as her lips slid up and down his shaft. She felt his hand grip roughly on her breast and she winced in slight pain. That very second, Jeff lost control and shot off deeply into her mouth. His hips bucked and she closed her eyes in concentration as he came again and again. It wasn't a huge amount but she was still surprised at it based on what she had done to him earlier. He was breathing heavily and pawing all over her chest as his dick twitched repeatedly.

Rachel could taste him as he filled her mouth and she smoothly began to swallow while she kept his shaft gripped firmly between her lips. Finally, his hold on her breast began to and she felt his tensed legs begin to relax. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she brought her lips up towards the head of his cock and began to suck on it gently. She closed her eyes and swallowed firmly until she was sure she had finished the job.

She was about to pull off and conclude her work, when for some reason, she decided to stay with it a bit longer. He had already finished coming and there wasn't anything left to do for him. Regardless, she parted her lips and took him deeply back into her mouth. As opposed to her usual tight suction and intensity, she instead sucked on him gently, almost sweetly.
She slowly bobbed her face over him for another minute or two for reasons she didn't quite understand. She gently worked her tongue around his shaft and let him slide gracefully in and out of her mouth. It was like she was kissing him tenderly. She kept at it, sucking his dick almost back to hardness, for a little while before finally raising up and letting him fall from her lips. She sat up slowly as the blood began to rush from her head. She'd been down there a while. She finally looked over at him and took in his expression, with no emotion of her own.

Jeff was looking at her with wide eyes. All in all, it had been a spectacular blowjob and he had gotten off intensely. But her last few minutes of gently blowing him after he'd finished had felt wildly pleasurable. Almost too good. As he stared over at her pink cheeks and reddened lips, he knew at that moment that he'd have to try to get with her again. There was just no way he couldn't get more. He exhaled deeply and shot her a satisfied grin.

"Shit, you're the best. Simply the best." He brought his hands to his head and rubbed his hair back. "Wow."

Rachel would normally have giggled or grinned or felt herself swell with satisfaction and pride at his compliments. But she didn't feel any of that. She felt just emptiness. She was glad he had enjoyed it, she guessed. But mainly, she was just glad it was over.

She rubbed some moisture from the corners of her mouth and shot herself a look in the visor mirror. Her lips were a little plump but she looked normal. She felt a slight pang of shame as she thought about her impending meeting with Kevin. The whole point of seeing him was supposed to be so she could tell him everything and lay it out and let him know why things had been so bad lately. But now would she tell him about this? "Oh, hey Kev! Got lots to tell you. But first, just finished sucking Jeff's dick again. LOL. Crazy right?"

Rachel's scoffed at the thoughts and shook her head. Her shame continued to grow but it didn't truly bother her. It was just another bad thing she'd done. Throw it up on the pile, she thought dryly. She'd surely be adding to it again before she knew it. She was done with trying to explain things away.

She gave Jeff a blank look and raised an eyebrow. "So are we gonna go back or what? Got plans, remember?"

Jeff swallowed at her cool and mechanical demeanor. She had shown almost no emotion the entire time she'd been in his car. He had known her for a few years and Rachel was a lot of things, but emotionless was not one of them. He suddenly felt awkward and small.

With a quick nod, he moved to clumsily pull his pants back up. He cleared his throat and gave her another nervous glance but she was already looking out her window. He shook his head and pulled out of the parking lot and headed back towards Baja Fiesta.

They pair arrived back at Rachel's car a few minutes later and Jeff threw it in park. He felt like he should say something. But he didn't know what.

"So, Rach, um-."

She looked back at him with a thousand-yard stare.

"What?"

Jeff shifted uncomfortably. Usually he had something slick or smart to say but her cold, vacant aura was throwing him off. He fumbled awkwardly with his words.

"Well, I mean, um, thanks for, uh, that. And hey, remember I'm gonna delete those pictures! I'm sorry again for all of tha-." He trailed off.

Rachel waited until he fell silent and blinked her eyes.

"Um, okay. Well...bye."

And with that, she turned and stepped out of the car. Closing the door softly, she made it back over to where she had parked and slumped into the driver's seat with a sigh. She didn't even look over to watch as Jeff backed his car out of the adjacent spot and disappeared from the lot. She reapplied some chap stick to her slightly swollen lips and checked the time on her cell. She still had a little while before she had to go meet Kevin.

Her eyes still on her phone, Rachel again noticed the voicemail icon from Matt. She sighed and clicked the button to play his message. Her expression stayed dull and stoic as she listened to his slick, casual voice play over the speaker.

He had called sometime during the latter portion of the prom to see if she wanted to skip any afterparty and roll by his house. And if not, to tell her that she should come "hang out" sometime today. He'd actually expected that she would consider ditching her date and whatever situation that entailed and come by (probably around midnight) just to suck his dick. And if that didn't work, she'd surely be down to take care of it today. And why not? What else was more important?

Rachel scoffed at what an asshole request it was before vacantly resigning herself to fact that she was still going to do it anyway. She was nearing rock-bottom after the day she'd had (capped off by what she had just done) and these were the exact moments when she'd give in to just about anything. She was tired and drained and Matt would make the fourth guy she'd been with since the morning (fifth if she counted Kevin) but she didn't really care at this point. She could picture the ridiculous scene as it played out in her head:

Likely right after her talk with Kevin, which she was now beginning to realize would probably do nothing to make her feel better, she'd drive over to Matt's house and just let herself in. She'd walk down his familiar basement steps and find him on the couch, probably watching TV or playing PlayStation. She'd quietly sit next to him and either watch him for a minute or perhaps engage in some meaningless small talk. Then either he'd give her a look or she'd take the initiative.

She'd take off most of her clothes (all of them if he asked) and politely slide off her seat on the couch and kneel down between his legs. He'd be wearing just gym shorts or sweats, probably not even underwear knowing she was coming. She'd pull her hair back and simply go to work.

She didn't have the energy to fuck him so he'd just have to settle for getting his dick sucked while he relaxed on the couch. Some of the last few times she'd done it, he had actually even kept playing his video game. He'd gotten so used to her work that it was a lot more casual now. It was still always an incredible experience and he'd cum hard every time, but he no longer needed to lie back and focus.

After Rachel had been dutifully bobbing her face into his lap for a while, Matt would eventually get close and have to pause the game so that he could cum in her mouth or onto her body. Soon after he finished, Rachel would clean herself up and quietly put her clothes back on. Sometimes she'd hang for a bit. She might play his game or maybe they'd smoke a bowl. But other times she'd simply make a little small talk and casually excuse herself to leave.

Matt never really seemed to care one way or the other. He'd gotten what he wanted and she'd done what she'd come to do. Neither person really had any actual feelings towards the other, so once their business was complete, there was no real reason to hang out. Rachel would walk back up through his empty house and get back in her car and go home. She'd tell herself that it was the last time that she'd be pulling out of his driveway. But so far, there had always been a next time.

Rachel sighed and she sent him a text saying she'd be over sometime later in the evening. Maybe this would be the last time. She rolled her eyes and smirked at herself. She'd thought she'd really meant it when she'd left his house earlier that week. It had been a bad experience and she'd sworn that it was the end. The fact that he'd actually talked her into-. She swallowed and pushed away the image. She didn't want to think about it.

She put her phone down just as she felt her stomach let out a grumpy growl. She hadn't really eaten all day so she decided she'd grab a table a little early maybe get an appetizer while she waited for Kevin to arrive. With a final glance in the mirror, she hopped out of her car and turned towards the restaurant.

As she stepped toward the curb, she paused and almost laughed out loud as she realized that she had never bothered to button her shirt back up from her little ride with Jeff. Her head truly was in a different place. She stopped and looked down at her chest and started fixing the buttons when the restaurant door swung open and she heard a familiar laugh. Her fingers fell from the buttons and needles shot through her skin. She brought her face up slowly to follow the sound as her stomach began to fill up with tiny, stabbing pains. The blank expression that had covered her face like a mask for the past several hours finally broke into a look of painful shock.

Rebecca.

Rebecca stepped out onto the curb with two girls Rachel knew from the field hockey team. She was laughing at something and it had been her recognizable cackle that had caught Rachel's ear. Their eyes met and the air suddenly felt thin. Rebecca stopped cold in her tracks and her laughter ceased like a needle being pulled off a record.

Rachel stood frozen, her loose shirt still hanging open from the button she had been unable to redo. She bit down on her lip hard (to the point of pain) as she felt a tidal wave of emotion about to crash over her. She had been so drained and she'd pushed everything away for the past couple of hours. But seeing her old friend, face to face, especially after she had spent the better part of the day going over all the good and awful times they'd had together, had finally broken the dam.

She was going to fall apart within seconds and she couldn't let Rebecca see that. Her stomach twisted as she realized how she looked with her shirt halfway unbuttoned. Had Rebecca seen her get out of Jeff's car? Did it matter? She desperately needed to turn away before it was too late but she couldn't move a muscle. Her eyes were wide and frightened as she pleaded silently with her friend for a sign. Any sign at all.

Rebecca swallowed hard as she stared coolly back at the girl in front of her. Her other friends noticed the sudden silence and fell quiet as well as they recognized what was happening. Most of the field hockey team was still friendly with Rachel but they had been Rebecca's friends first. With the exception of a few, they hadn't shunned her or openly trashed her, but they had also made it clear whose side they were on.

Rachel's eyes flicked to Jenn and she remembered the night she and Jim had dropped her off at her house when she'd been so drunk. That had been a crazy night. Jenn had gotten in trouble when she had loudly crashed through her house and she hadn't been at any parties for a few weeks after. But Rachel thought of what Jim might've talked her friend into if she had allowed herself to be dropped off first. She missed Jenn a lot. She missed them all. But she missed Rebecca the most.

Rebecca didn't move a muscle, and for the briefest of seconds, a look of genuine sadness flashed through her green eyes. Rachel saw it, and in that one moment, she felt her spirits lift. But they crashed again immediately as she watched Rebecca's gaze move down from her face. She saw her stare at her unbuttoned shirt and curl her lips into a disdainful, knowing smirk.

The sadness was gone from Rebecca's eyes, replaced only with a smug, penetrating glare. She cocked her head to the side, and then with an audible scoff, she shook her head and stepped off the curb, turning towards where she had parked her car. The other girls nervously stayed put for a second before shooting Rachel a regretful look and following their friend.

Rachel felt her body lurch and the breath rush painfully from her lungs. She did everything in her power to stifle a violent sob as she spun quickly back towards her car. She sobbed again, this time more loudly, and the other girls stopped to turn their heads in her direction. Rebecca watched as Rachel clumsily moved to unlock her car door and throw herself inside while a hand covered her mouth. She flinched as the door slammed shut and she saw her old friend lose all control inside the car.

Rachel brought both hands to her face and let it out. She cried loudly, no longer caring if the girls outside could hear her. She couldn't stop it now. She had bottled it all up and she would've been fine to keep it there as she dealt with Kevin and Matt and the rest of her day. But seeing Rebecca had shattered her wall. It was too much to fight back and she sobbed violently as she slumped her shoulders over in her seat.

Rebecca swallowed hard as she watched the ugly scene unfold. Her breath began to quicken but she steadied herself and shook her head dismissively. Probably some standard Rachel bullshit, she thought dryly. Probably blew some guy at that prom she went to and now she feels bad about it. Same old boring story. She turned her back and reached out for her own door handle.

But as she grasped it firmly and began to pull, she involuntarily stopped. She let it go and stared up at the sky as she exhaled deeply and closed her eyes with a dry smile. She thought of the time Rachel had pretended to have a panic attack during one their classes to save her from having to give a presentation that she hadn't prepared for. And there was that crazy time at the beach that Rachel had been 'forced' to hook up with both of those college boys because she had drunk too much and passed out. And there was the time that... Rebecca stiffened and felt a single tear fall from her eye run and down by her nose.

...that time that Rachel had fiercely stormed up to Matt at that party and tore him apart in defense of her. What had she called him? Baby dick? Rebecca laughed out loud at the memory. Rachel had just been on her knees for him minutes earlier but she hadn't cared in the slightest. As awkward of a position as it had put her in, she'd marched right back up to him and cursed him out after hearing what he had done to her best friend.

Rebecca shook her head and felt another tear. So then why had she-? A scream of frustration exploded in her brain. God!! How could Rachel be so amazing and then go and do what she'd done to her? Of all the boys in the world! Why? Rebecca had never understood and it had eaten at her ever since that day in the parking lot when she'd cut Rachel out of her life. She hated her for it. Hated her. And she'd never get over it.

She turned her head back towards Rachel's car and saw her friend rocking in a slow trance-like motion, her fingers clutched roughly around her head. She was in agony. And she had been for months. Shit, she was failing out of school. Everyone knew. And Rebecca had been hearing of things she had been doing and the boys she'd been doing them with. She knew how Rachel was but that seemed like a new low for her. These weren't her fun, whimsically slutty adventures. She was just being used. And while Rebecca hadn't bothered to ask her about it, it seemed like Rachel didn't even care. She might have even been enjoying herself in a perverse and twisted way.

Rebecca felt herself feeling something she hadn't felt towards Rachel in a long time: regret. She had been so consumed by her anger and her own hurt. It was all she could feel. Truthfully, it had been affecting her in other areas as well. She wasn't suffering like Rachel was but she had let it seep into other parts of her life. She'd been moodier and she'd gone out socially less than she'd used to. She'd hooked up with a few boys but she didn't even really enjoy it and she'd coldly dismissed any of them who had approached her with any additional feelings.

She was tired, too. So, so tired. And she couldn't believe she was admitting it, but she missed Rachel. Part of her hurt every time she looked at her college acceptance materials or read an email from her future hockey coach. Rachel was supposed to be there with her. But now? Who knew what would become of her. She was sinking fast. And she had no one to rescue her.

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists. She couldn't believe what she was actually considering doing. She didn't know if she could even speak to Rachel without losing her temper but she couldn't just leave her withering there alone. She could at least go talk to her. She'd treated her like a ghost for weeks.

She knew Rachel had been putting up a smiling front and going about her business at school, but seeing her quaking in tortured pain just now made her finally see just how much she had buried deep down. She swallowed hard and turned slowly back around. The other girls had been watching her in confusion and they were nervously alternating their glances between her and each other. Rebecca shot them a smile and waved them on.

"Go. It's okay. Just something I have to do."

She walked slowly towards Rachel's car, hearing the painful sobs grow louder with every slow step. Rachel's face was buried in her hands and her whole body was shivering as she cried. Rebecca walked around to the passenger side and leaned over. She watched for a second and sighed before bringing a single finger nail to the window. Nervous that she'd surely regret it, she gave a gentle tap.

Rachel jumped at the sound and her red, tear-soaked face twisted into panicked fear as she saw Rebecca leaning into her window. She was suddenly terrified of her old friend's presence. What was she doing? Was she coming to push the knife deeper? Rachel knew she simply could not take another body blow. She wouldn't recover.

She stared wide-eyed at her old friend as the sobs continued. Her gaze moved downward as she watched Rebecca smile gently and point to the door lock. Her green eyes looked warm. It was the first time Rachel had seen that look in months.

Rachel's hands shook violently as she fumbled to press the unlock button. The sound made her flinch and she whimpered as she watched the door handle open and Rebecca climb slowly into the seat. She held her breath and tried to steady her cries as best she could.

Rebecca closed the door softly and stared straight ahead for a second, before sighing and turning to face her crying friend. She pushed her hands together into a prayer-type position and brought them to her lips. Rachel simply watched her and continued to sob nervously, unsure of what was going to happen next. Rebecca allowed the cries to die down to a low murmur before she finally spoke.

"Hi." She smiled weakly but her eyes were friendly.

Rachel let out a quick cry and smiled through her tears. Still sobbing lowly, she tried to find her voice.

"Hi."

Her breaths began coming in faster through her tears and she was on pins and needles wondering what Rebecca would do. That had been the first word she'd spoken to her in weeks, and the first friendly one since-. Rachel held her breath in. She hoped Rebecca didn't yell at her. She just couldn't take it.

Rebecca bit her lip and looked back out the windshield. She felt her own tears forming behind her eyes as the emotion hung thickly in the air. She spoke softly.

"So, um, are you still being, like, that big whore that I remember?"

Rachel felt her stomach twist painfully and she thought she might be sick. Why? Why would she come in here just to say that? She was on the edge of a cliff and Rebecca was inches from pushing her off. She sucked in her breath for what was about to be another violent outburst of pain when she whimpered and froze. Rebecca had turned back towards her with a devilish grin. The grin then broke into a teary smile. She wasn't ripping her. She was joking with her! Her first joke in months.

Rachel exploded with emotion, mostly pure relief but it was tainted by feelings of shame and guilt. Rebecca's words had been meant as a familiar tease but they had ironically hit their mark. Rachel sobbed out loudly and her face contorted into a tortured mess. Rebecca's eyes went wide with shock and she reached for her friend and pulled her head into her shoulder in a fierce hug.
"Oh! No! No, sweetie! I didn't mean-. Hey now. I was just-. I'm sorry. Hey, it's okay. Shhhh. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here now. Everything is going to be fine."

The girls gripped each other tightly for minutes without speaking as Rachel continued to sob away. Everything was pouring out of her and Rebecca fought her own tears and she felt the pain course through her friend's body. What Rachel had done to her had been awful and almost unforgivable, but the personal hell she'd been through as a result had likely been more penance than she'd deserved.

Rebecca winced at the number of guys who had been talking about her and her "friendliness" over the past few months. On instinct, she'd wanted to give all a piece of her mind. Rachel was a big girl and could take care of herself, but she should've been there to have her back. Maybe she had caused some of this. Her eyes opened as she thought of the little joke she'd made a few moments earlier that had set Rachel off. God, what had Rachel been up to lately?

She finally pulled back from her now sniffling friend and gave her a tearful smile. She spoke through a warm laugh.

"There she is! Jeez, Rach, that was some cry. So wait, you definitely still are that big whore I remember, huh?" She laughed again and gave Rachel a warm look. The comment was light and friendly but she was a bit concerned.

Rachel was still crying gently but she laughed loudly through her tears at Rebecca's words. Her frown returned though and she brought her lips together sadly and nodded her head in response. She began to cry louder again and she leaned her forehead into Rebecca's shoulder. She shuddered but found her voice through her sobs.

"Becca, you don't know. God, I've needed you. You just don't know. I don't even know anymore. Today has been-." She swallowed. "You wouldn't even believe what I've done. I don't even think I can say..."

Rebecca pushed her friend gently back up off her shoulder and wiped a tear from her face. She tilted her head and smiled at her brightly. "Tell me, Rach. It's okay. Believe me, you're not going to make this girl blush. Remember, I've been right there with you this whole year. I know what you do."

With a grin, Rebecca reached down and put her hands into her lap. She pretended to pick up something invisible and she raised her hands to Rachel's head and placed it on top of her. Both girls smiled at the familiar memory. Rebecca winked at her. "Here, you have the 'Tiara' once again." She gripped Rachel's hands tightly in her own.

"Tell me what happened. I'm here now."

The minutes flew by as Rachel let it all out. She trembled as the words passed through her lips, but she didn't cry. She told Rebecca everything. Rob, Jeff, Tyler. Jessie and Erica. Kevin. Jeff again. She told her how she'd fallen apart finally in her closet thinking about her and the times they'd had. The good, the bad, and the ugly. She didn't linger over the ugly parts, as both girls didn't need to be reminded of such things. But she brought them up because it was necessary before she told her about her darkest moments:

What she'd been doing with Matt.

She didn't know if Rebecca knew and she was scared to death that it would cause her to fly off the handle again. But if her catharsis was to be complete, everything needed to be put on the table.

Rebecca's stomach had twisted with guilt and empathy as Rachel regaled her with the sordid details of the morning as well as her freshest experience not ten minutes prior with Jeff. The idea that Rachel would excitedly hook up with multiple guys was not beyond the pale. Shit, Rebecca had been present for just such an occasion.

But when Rachel had vacantly described her final endeavor with Jeff in his car, it had made her skin crawl. She had been used. Sure, she had willingly gone along with everything. But just like the rumors she'd heard about involving boys at their school over the past several weeks, it just didn't seem right.

But none of it had prepared her for when Rachel dropped the bomb about Matt.

Rebecca had kept her face warm and firm as best she could up until then. But the moment Rachel told her that she'd been having sex with Matt regularly, she'd gasped and a tear had squeezed free from her eyelid. She'd felt the venomous rage beginning to boil inside her, and for a split second, she'd been beyond furious again and she'd felt that getting into Rachel's car had been a big mistake.

But the genuine, empty sadness in Rachel's normally sparkling eyes as she painfully let out every dirty detail softened her heart. Rachel had been through enough and she was taking a giant risk exposing herself the way she was. Rebecca knew that while Rachel had deserved it, on some level, she herself had been responsible for driving her friend to the depths she'd sunk to these days. Rachel had walked off her own plank, but when she had been desperately thrashing around looking for anyone to save her, Rebecca had simply tossed her an anchor.

Lost in her thoughts, she realized she was barely hearing Rachel's words anymore as she saw her friend holding out her phone towards her. She looked down at it slowly, not understanding, before taking it from Rachel's shaking fingers. As her eyes focused, she swallowed painfully, registering what was on the screen. It was the text message exchange between Rachel and Matt from a few minutes prior when Rachel had let him know she was willing to come by later and-.

Rebecca swallowed again. She knew what Rachel would be doing there. She didn't want to pry but she idly flicked her thumb up the screen and watched as the text message history between the two scrolled by. Her stomach flipped and she felt nauseous as the ugly evidence of their encounters over the past several weeks flashed before her eyes.

Matt texting her to come over and Rachel complying.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Rebecca brought a stunned, teary expression back up to meet Rachel's gaze. Slow tears dropped from her eyes as she watched Rachel's lower lip tremble. Rachel nodded gently as she chewed her lip. She spoke, her voice trembling in a low whisper.

"So you know now. You know what I've done. Becca, I don't know what to do. I don't even feel in control anymore. It's different now. It's not like it was. I don't even-." She wiped at a tear. "The boys that I've-. Matt??"

She scoffed vacantly and stared off out of the windshield. "This week I let him-." She shook her head and stopped as the terrible memory of what she'd let him talk her into a few days prior made her stomach turn. She buried the thought again. She couldn't tell Rebecca that...

"And you just saw. I told him I'd come by again tonight." Another tear ran from her cheek and landed onto her jeans. Her voice was desperate and barely audible.

"I'm so afraid that I can't stop."

Rebecca hadn't spoken since Rachel had begun her story but she was now keenly aware of the silence. As hard as it must've been for Rachel to tell her everything, it had been almost as devastating to hear. She looked at her friend's tear-soaked face, her eyes puffy and red. Even in this state, Rachel was beautiful. Her gaze fell down over Rachel's body as well and she winced as she caught a glimpse of her bra through the gap of her still partially-unbuttoned shirt. God, she was such a target when she was vulnerable.

She felt strong emotion flow through her like a sweeping current. The warm memories of her friend splashed over her as she recalled the good times again. The times that she had buried deep and forced herself to forget while her hatred had burned hot and consumed her. Rachel was suddenly again the girl who would do anything for her. And right now, Rebecca understood how much she was needed, too.

With a deep breath of her own, she looked deeply into her friend's eyes and firmly pushed the phone back into her palm. Rachel registered a look of slight shock at Rebecca's sudden invigoration and she glanced down at the phone in her hand and cocked her head, confused. But Rebecca simply nodded. She cleared her throat and spoke.

"You can stop. Right now. And you will." She clicked the phone back to Matt's texts and nodded. "You can do this, Rachel. Tell him. Tell him 'no more'."

Rachel stared back at her friend as her mouth hung open in a daze. She nodded weakly and brought the phone closer to her face. She began to push a button but her fingers fell away and suddenly her face dropped into a twisted expression. She sobbed again, for the first time since she had begun talking, and she shook her head rapidly to the sides. She spoke through tears.

"I can't! Becca, I can't. I can't do it. I don't know why I-." She let out a sudden tortured scream of frustration that startled both girls. "What is WRONG with me?? Why am I so fucked up?" She looked at her friend desperately. "Becca, please. Help me. I can't-. Can you do-?"

Rebecca recovered from her jolt and narrowed her eyebrows in anger. She cut her friend's whiny plea off with a forceful shout.

"No! No, Rachel. I can't do this for you." She lowered her voice and smiled, but her eyes remained firm. "Sweetie, this is something that only you can do. Otherwise, it will never get better. If you don't really mean it, he'll know. And he'll keep trying." She reached out and put a steadying hand on Rachel's shoulder and nodded again.

"Go ahead. You can do this. Trust me."

Rachel stared back and set her jaw with a deep sigh. She didn't believe her friend but she found herself pushing the talk button on her phone and vacantly bringing it to her ear. She flinched each time it rang and she prayed that Matt wouldn't pick up so that she could put the whole thing off. But her heart sank when she heard the phone click and his familiar, slick voice answer.

"S'up, baby? Are you already done? Coming by now?"

Rachel swallowed hard and stared nervously back at her friend. She didn't know if she could do it.

"Um, I-, actually, no. I'm, uh, I'm not going to make it tonight. I'm sorr-."

She had been starting to apologize when Rebecca flashed a glare at her and cut her off. She mouthed to Rachel. No! You don't fucking apologize. Tell. Him. You can do it.

Matt had begun to respond. "Wait, what? C'mon! What are you tired out from that lame ass prom you went to? C'mon. You can come by real quick. You know you don't have to stay long..."

Rebecca could hear Matt's words from her seat and she scoffed as the anger burned through her brain. What a piece of shit he was. It took all her power to not rip the phone out of Rachel's delicate grasp and tell him to get fucked. But she had to let Rachel do it. This was her battle and her battle alone.

Rachel felt herself trembling but Rebecca's angry expression gave her strength. She suddenly remembered the night that she and Matt had met and how she had fearlessly gotten in his face in defense of Rebecca. She scoffed.

Where had that girl gone? When was the last time she had stood up for anything, let alone herself? She was just so passive these days. So submissive and willing. Her fire had died and completely burned out. Or so she thought.

As she watched Rebecca's green eyes sparkle with fury, Rachel felt her own flame re-kindle for the first time in months. It wasn't the kind of temporary spark she had been getting from her numerous hookups lately as she'd been desperately filling her void. It was organic and pure. It was true power and it was hers. She felt her jaw clench and her scalp tingled with excitement. She flashed her eyes back at Rebecca, and for the first time, she smiled.

And then, she laughed.

It wasn't a small nervous laugh and it wasn't forced or contrived. It was loud and beautiful. It was a genuine expression of amusement. She laughed and kept laughing for several seconds as she took in Matt's words. You know you don't have to stay long. She fired back with a renewed confidence.

"I don't have to 'stay long'? That's so sweet of you. Always looking out for me, aren't you, Matt? I can just, like, suck your dick real quick and be home in time to watch TV?"

There was a brief pause on the line as Matt was temporarily taken back by her words and forceful tone. But he'd heard her make little stands before. They always ended the same way.

"Ummm, well, when you put it that way, I mean-." He laughed. "I was just trying to be nice abou-."

Rachel cut him off sharply. "Shut up. How about this? I am never...ever...coming over to your house again. Okay? You can call or text if you like, but to save both of us some time, I'd suggest you just skip ahead and lose my number. I will never hook up with you again. Whatever I've stupidly done or let you do to me these past few months, cherish the memories. Because while you might've had me, I know a secret, too."

She licked her lips and her eyes flashed.

"I know I'm the best you've ever had. I know nobody has ever made you cum harder than I have." She laughed. "You don't have to tell me. It's the truth and we both know it. And the next time you're with someone else, you'll be thinking of me. And you'll be wishing it was my lips, or my body."

"But the next time I'm with someone else?" She smirked. "I will have forgotten all about you." She exhaled deeply into the phone. "I was your best, and you were just a sad, unfortunate footnote for me. So get back to your little video game and think about that for a while. This? Whatever this was? It's over."

Rachel set her jaw again as her heart beat through her chest. She felt power surge through her as her ear was greeted with nothing but stunned silence. Everything she'd told him was true. That was the best part. And while of course he'd never admit that, it didn't matter in the slightest because they both knew.

She had finally taken back control. The control she'd ceded to him that first night and again many months later. The loss of control that had cost her almost everything these past few months. She had her spark back, and for the first time since her fight with Rebecca, she felt truly alive again.

Finally, Matt broke the silence with a nervous laugh as he struggled to stay cool and unfazed. His response was firm, but his tone betrayed his attempt at confidence. He was rattled, for the first time in a while.

"W-What the fuck was that all about? Look Rachel, I don't know what got up your ass, but if you're so pissed off, then why'd you even text me? You can never make up your mind. I'll let you cool off and when you're ready to stop being so fucking cray-."

Rachel casually pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call in the middle of his stammering words. Her hands were trembling but her expression was calm as she placed her phone down on her lap and took a deep breath. She looked at Rebecca and a huge grin stretched across her face.

Rebecca no longer looked angry; she looked almost scared. Her mouth hung open in awe at the performance she'd just witnessed. It had been art. Rachel hadn't yelled or screamed or cursed. She'd barely raised her voice. Instead, she'd showed off her power in a completely different way. In a way that only she could.

She used her sexuality and the lust she brought out in others and turned it into her own weapon. Instead of running from what she'd done with him or using it as a crutch, she had flipped everything around. She'd owned it all and dangled it teasingly in front of his face before snatching it away for good. It was Rachel at her best and it had been awesome to witness. Rebecca smirked. Shit, she'd even been a little turned on!

The girls broke into raucous laughter as they both reveled in Rachel's devastating dismissal. It was the first time they had genuinely laughed together since the night at the party where everything had gone wrong. Rebecca excitedly rambled on about how impressive Rachel had just been. They laughed until their faces hurt and the tears seemed like ages ago.

If their pure joy could've been bottled, it would've lasted several lifetimes. The girls were back, and as far as Rachel was concerned, suddenly anything seemed possible. School. College. Field Hockey. She wanted to start everything right away. She wasn't even thinking when she started her car. She just wanted to drive somewhere. Somewhere fast! But as the engine turned on, she caught a glimpse of the clock on the dash and it registered in her brain for the first time.

It was 6:04.

Kevin!

Rachel cut the car back off and gave Rebecca a wild look. "Oh my God! I'm late! I was supposed to meet um-."

Rebecca scowled nervously and cut her off. "Rach? Meet who? Didn't we just talk about-?"

Rachel laughed and shook her head dismissively. "No, no! Not like that." She grinned. "I'm supposed to meet up with Kevin to grab dinner. That's why I'm here. Well, that and the other thing with Jeff." She swallowed and bit her lip. "Look, I'm sorry! God, Becca, this has been so wonderful! I feel like-. Ahhhh!!" She was glowing and racing through her words.

"I don't even know! I just feel so...me!"

She smiled warmly at Rebecca. Part of her never wanted to leave the car. She finally had again what she would've crawled through broken glass to get. She had her sister back. Her partner in crime. Her best friend. She almost couldn't believe it was real.

Rebecca smiled back and nodded. She knew Kevin. She'd met him a few times over the past year. Rachel spoke so fondly of him, and while she'd made it clear that they were only friends, Rebecca had always thought it a little odd that they'd never even hooked up once or twice. Kevin was pretty cute, if not a bit awkward. He was shy but when he got comfortable, he was funny and very likable.

Rebecca realized that he and Rachel were on different wavelengths socially and she got why Rachel wasn't really into him. But seeing how Rachel didn't exactly need to be "into" a guy to do what she did, it was still a little funny. If she had been in Rachel's shoes, she was sure that at least once something might have-. Whatever. She didn't think about it too often.

Rebecca realized that Rachel was now racing around and she wondered if the emotional roller-coaster she was obviously still riding had left her in a safe place. She leaned in with a concerned smile. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need me to come in with you?"

Rachel looked back at her friend joyfully, with just a hint of hesitation on her face. But she shook her head. "No. No, it's okay. I need to talk to him. And like you just showed me with 'he who will not be named' (she grinned and nodded back towards her phone), I need to do it myself."

Rachel knew she was saying the right things, but she was still conflicted about letting Rebecca out of her sight. She was suddenly terrified that maybe once they parted that this magical reunion would fade and Rebecca would feel differently the next day.

Rebecca nodded knowingly and she flashed a warm smile as she turned to open her door. Both girls stepped out of the car and approached each other silently. Each felt like they should say something but it seemed awkward all of a sudden. They'd just had such an emotional moment, but where would they take it from there? Rebecca finally smiled and leaned in with her arms open to give Rachel a hug.

"Hey. You're gonna be okay. This was, um, good. Really."

Rachel didn't want to let her go. Rebecca felt warm and safe and she smelled good. Familiar. She finally released her grip and swallowed a small lump in her throat as Rebecca smiled again and turned to walk back towards her car. Rachel stood frozen as she watched her walk away before suddenly her eyes shot open and she called out her name in a nervous yelp.
"Becca!?"

Rebecca spun back around with a start and smiled. Rachel bit her lip nervously and spoke.

"Um, so, tomorrow at school. Um, are we like-?"

She didn't know how to get it out but she desperately needed to know where things stood. Maybe Rebecca didn't hate her anymore but she still wasn't ready to be her friend again. Rachel prayed that wasn't the case and she held her breath waiting for Rebecca to respond.

Rebecca smirked and squinted her eyes back into the early-evening sun. She remembered what she'd said to Rachel that day in the parking lot. It was the last thing she'd ever told her, outside of a few snarky comments in passing. She pursed her lips and repeated them, this time with a twist.

"Well, um, you know how you've been avoiding me?" She paused and lowered her voice with a nervous smile of her own.

"Well, maybe, you can, like, go ahead and stop doing that."

The girls' eyes met, and for another perfect moment, pure joy washed over them both. Rebecca's words had been like the undoing of her own spell and Rachel felt as if something evil and poisonous had just been sucked from her body. She was whole again and every cell in her being lit up in ecstasy. She knew in an instant that she would cry if she spoke so she simply smiled and nodded rapidly through clenched teeth.

Rebecca returned the look and gave her a gentle wave as she again turned back to her car. Rachel watched her pull out of the parking lot and disappear down the road. She felt warm and cozy as she stood in the late-spring breeze. Finally pulling herself away, she took a deep breath and turned towards the restaurant. There was only one more thing that she needed to do.

***

Kevin was indeed already seated at a table and he waved to her happily as she walked in. She flashed a genuine grin and joined him. He noticed right away that her eyes were red and he asked in alarm if she was okay. She reassured him that, actually, everything was really great and she rubbed her stomach playfully, telling him that she was starving so they better order quickly before she took a bite out of the table.

The pair enjoyed their food and laughed together for a long time. They were carefree and happy, but both were delicately aware of what had happened between them (as well as between Rachel and the other boys) earlier that morning. It hung over the conversation noticeably and Rachel knew that finally she needed to address it. It was why she had invited him out in the first place.

She firmly took Kevin's one hand in hers and steadied herself as she began to lay it all out. At first, Kevin had tried to stop her. He apologized for being moody and told her that what she did wasn't his business. But Rachel pressed on. It wasn't necessary to give him the gory details of each encounter but it was important for her to tell him what she had done and why.

Kevin sat frozen while she told him about Rob and Jeff. And even Tyler. She then spoke of the year she'd had at Pine Valley, especially the past few months. She talked about Rebecca and Matt and Brad (not explicitly, but in general terms) and the dark path that it had led her down. She tried her best to keep from wincing or tearing up as she took in his reactions to each of her tales. His face displayed a range of emotions, from shock to sadness to jealousy to even a touch of arousal. He wasn't naïve to the way she was, but Rachel knew it still had to be incredibly difficult for him to hear it all spelled out.

When she was done, she fought back a tear as she asked him for forgiveness for the way she had treated him that day. She knew it was hurtful and callous and she only hoped that him having some insight into where she had been mentally over this stretch would help him to understand. It was an explanation, not an excuse. And if he couldn't forgive her, then she'd have to live with that.

She eventually stopped speaking and looked across the table nervously as she awaited any kind of response. She released her grip from his hand and pulled her fingers back, sweaty and red. It was obvious that Kevin's brain was racing and he was desperately trying to process everything; the struggle was evident in his face. Finally, she swallowed as he cleared his throat and began to speak as evenly as he could muster.

He accepted her apologies and told her how sorry he was to hear about how bad things had gotten. He said that he wished he had been around more and maybe it would have all been different. He smiled warmly as he spoke but his face twitched nervously as he eventually addressed the thing that had been on his mind all day long: their moment together on Jeff's couch early that morning.

Kevin practically mumbled and his gaze shot everywhere except for onto Rachel. He told her that what she had initiated had been confusing to him, but still wild and incredible. And while it was no huge secret to either of them, he, for the first time, verbalized the idea that he had some feelings for her and hoped maybe what she had done meant that she felt something similar.

Finally, he managed to steady himself enough to clearly ask why she had done it and what it meant for them going forward. Rachel had swallowed hard as he stammered through his words. She had known it was coming. And this would be the hardest part. She trembled and sucked her breath in deeply as she prepared to give him her answer.

Kevin felt his ears ring dully as he listened to her response. His stomach (already in knots) twisted deeply as she gave him the answer that he had always known was coming, but that he had briefly allowed himself to consider might have changed.

It had begun positively. Rachel told him that she did indeed have some feelings for him and that she had come to realize this throughout the day as she had poured over a year's worth of memories, good and bad, distant and fresh. She contrasted him against the types of guys she had been with and knew deep down that he was a better person than most of them, if not all. Kevin had allowed his heart to flutter momentarily, yet he knew there would be a "but."

And there was.

Rachel finally let a tear squeeze from her eye as she shakily told him that now simply wasn't the time for them. A bright ray of light had just sliced deeply through the blackness she'd been consumed by for months and it was giving her a second chance. She needed to focus on digging out of the mess she'd carelessly made of her life while she had suffered in silence. School. Friendships. Her future.

Herself.

Everything seemed to be back on the table and she knew that it would take every ounce of what she had to pull it all off. Even then, there was no guarantee there would be a happy ending for her. Plus, the directions they were going (at least at the moment) couldn't be further apart. Rachel would be fighting for her life to salvage her academic future, while Kevin was going off to college on the other side of the country in a few months. What sense did it make to try to start something now?

Rachel sadly watched the color drain from Kevin's face as she let him down as gently as she could. But she gripped his hand again and stared deeply into his eyes as she kept her voice firm. It wasn't just the awful timing. It was her. He might have this fantastical notion that he was the right guy for her, and maybe that was the case. But the simple truth was that she was not the right girl for him. It was trite and cliché, but he deserved something better.

Right now at least, Rachel was a mess. And even if she could dig out and regain herself, she still was who she was. A promiscuous, free-spirit who would certainly end up hurting him if she tried to change too quickly. The one thing worse than letting him down right now would've been to tell him what he wanted to hear, only to break his heart when she inevitably screwed things up. And to cheapen their bond by turning him into just another casual hookup? The lustful part of his brain might be sure he wanted that more than anything, but it wasn't right either.

Rachel thought back to her mental battle on the couch that morning when she'd been kissing him roughly and laboring over why she couldn't just make herself submit to him like she did with so many other guys. She knew now. It was because she cared about him. The roster of boys she'd been with over the past year? She liked a few, and was turned on by several more. And with almost all of them, she'd been aroused by the act itself. But she didn't truly care about any of them. And likely, none of them truly cared about her that way either.

Rachel didn't verbalize those specific thoughts as she spoke but she made her message clear. Kevin deserved more than what was she was right now, and if he pushed her, it would end badly for both of them. Maybe in a year or at some other point down the road when each of them had stepped into their new lives and hopefully found some normalcy, maybe then this could be something that worked. Rachel even found herself hoping so. She knew that ultimately a guy like Kevin would be the best thing for her. But who she was now, and likely who she'd still be for a while, would never allow that to happen.

When she finished speaking again, she wiped away a few tears and studied Kevin's face, as they both sat in silence. He was obviously dejected, but on some level he had to know that she was right. Maybe he didn't want to admit it at the moment, and it certainly didn't make the pain any less intense, but it was the truth.

After a minute or two, Kevin composed himself and finally smiled once again. He told her that he was disappointed but that he understood. He cared about her and he would be her friend in any capacity that she needed him to be. And that he hoped their talk didn't make things weird or prevent her from leaning on him if the situation so required.

In a strange way, he felt a little better knowing that what she had done that morning with the other guys wasn't truly what she'd wanted. Maybe some of it was, but he decided that he'd prefer to think that had things been different, that she never would've given into them like she had. He wasn't sure if that was true, but he would believe in it for now. He had to.

The pair started to joke again and the awkward tension eventually dissipated. Before long, they were on new subjects, and when they finished their dinner, they hugged warmly in the parking lot. Rachel promised that she'd keep in much better contact with him, and while she'd surely be busting her ass trying to save her school career over the next few weeks, she definitely wanted to hang out with him a bunch that summer before they went their separate ways. They parted with smiles, both feeling pretty good about what had transpired. There was a hint of dull sadness that stayed with each of them (especially Kevin) but in a way, things seemed more potentially hopeful for them than ever before, if not in the short term.

When Rachel got home, she finally debriefed with her parents about the prom night. She left out all of the unnecessary parts but regaled them with the good times she'd had with Kevin and old friends. When she returned to her room, the first thing she did was dig through her laundry basket to find her infamous yellow shirt. She smirked and cheerfully brought it to the laundry room and threw it in the washer. She took off the outfit she was wearing as well and tossed it in, even though she'd barely worn it.

She stood in her underwear and watched for a minute as the cycle began and soapy water poured all over the pile of clothes. Her shirt. The black shorts. Everything. She had decided on the way home that she no longer wanted to burn her yellow shirt and bury the memory. It was part of her. She was who she was and running from it wouldn't change a thing. She had gone through the darkness and come out finally into a brand new day.

Later that night, she took her fresh load of laundry back to her room and dug through them again. She'd fold everything in the morning, but for now, a few things needed to be dealt with. She fetched her yellow shirt and black shorts from the pile and shook them out roughly. The stain was gone, even though her brain could still plainly see it. She smiled and brought everything to her closet where she stood in the same spot where she'd cried and reminisced all day.

With another smirk, she grabbed a hanger and glanced around for the right spot. In the back of her closet, still visible but squarely on the periphery, she hung the outfit up. Right next to the low-cut sweater she'd worn the night she met Matt, and the white t-shirt and black yoga pants she'd had on briefly the morning she'd gone off the deep end in his basement with Brad.

She stepped back and stared at the three outfits. They were all so different from each other, but were woven together through their representation of moments that she so desperately wished had never happened, but that she didn't want to forget. She closed the closet door with a satisfied smile and tucked herself into her soft bed.

The events of the day flashed through her brain one final time, but she no longer saw them with dread. They were simply pages in a book and they formed a part of her story. She smiled warmly. She felt true peace for the first time all day, and maybe in months. As her eyes fluttered and sleep began to take hold, she was left only with the optimism that tomorrow offered. She had so much to do.

And in the morning, a new chapter would begin.

NEXT --- Epilogue

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Jan 10, 2018 in blowjob

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