0 comments/ 7973 views/ 0 favorites Prom Ch. 04: The Midnight Hour By: TheRachelChronicles Authors Note: "The Rachel Chronicles" is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel's head. Further, the stories are written in an intended order and it is highly recommended that you read them as such. Obviously, you are free to proceed as you please and I'm grateful that you would read any of them at all. But you will get a much fuller and more rewarding picture if you follow the stories in their natural order. One final note before I frustrate you to the point of wishing you'd never clicked here. These tales are my first attempt at story writing of any kind. I welcome all comments, suggestions, and criticism but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you're too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again. I'm kidding. Enjoy! *All characters in this story are 18 years or older* ***** PREVIOUS -- Chapter 3: Fair CHAPTER 4 "Sold!" Jenn's shrill, excited voice rang out as she grabbed Rachel's arm and hugged her in tight. She turned toward the group of boys and pointed directly at the one who had stepped forward. "You are the winner of the even-ening!" She was drunk. Jim jingled his keys with a bright, sarcastic smile. "Anything for a few members of this sad school's finest athletic team." "Y-you better watch it, buddy," Jenn slurred in response. "Me and this girl right here, we're valuable property. You better get us home safe. We're valuable property!" She was repeating. Jim put his arms around both girls in a mock hug. "Of course, my dears. You'll get the finest treatment available." His eyes went to Rachel and he winked, letting glance fall from her face to her chest and back again quickly. Rachel hadn't said a word the whole time but she had mixed feeling about this idea. She'd felt Jim's eyes on her all night, and of course, he had walked in on her and Chris while she'd still been half-naked and in an obvious, kneeling position. Plus there was that little back-and-forth they'd had about his "tip" and her not holding it and something about a date. The details weren't important. She knew he wanted her and while he didn't seem threatening, she wasn't sure if she should be getting in a car with this boy, especially given how drunk she was. But Jenn was there too, she figured... "C'mon, dummy!" Rachel felt Jenn yank her arm as she pulled her from the kitchen and towards the front of the house with a wild yell. "Train's leaving! Choo-choooooo!" Jenn was really drunk. The girls stumbled to Jim's car, a non-descript sedan that seemed relatively new. They piled in the backseat to ride together as Jim slid behind the wheel. "Home, Jeeves!" Jenn shouted with a giggle. Both girls laughed hysterically. "Yeah, yeah, princesses," Jim replied. "Where do y'all live?" "Um, I live in Meadow Stream, up on, um, Waller, um, no, Wallet, oh my God, Wal-NUT street!" Jenn could barely get her own address out. "Rachel lives in Haven Estates, I think." Rachel nodded in confirmation. "Yup. 27 Violet Street. You know where you're going?" "Yes ma'am. I gotcha both. Buckle up please." Rachel took a little comfort knowing that her house was on the way to Jenn's so she wouldn't be alone with Jim. On the other hand, as she looked at her giddy friend trying unsuccessfully to unlatch her purse's buckle, she felt guilty. They were both drunk but Jenn was a mess. Rachel had to make sure she got home safe. She couldn't leave her alone. She leaned forward in her seat and whispered directly behind Jim's head. "Hey, um, take her home first, okay?" Jim's eyebrow shot up as he glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Whatever you say, boss." He grinned and turned the wheel as the car veered down a different road. It took them about twenty minutes but they reached Jenn's neighborhood without incident. Both Rachel and Jim had to help her from the car as she directed them to the back door so she could sneak in undetected. As she finally got the door unlocked, she turned to give them a "thumbs up." They smiled and turned back to the car when they heard a crash behind them. Jenn, in her stumbly state, had kicked over a TV table and sent it crashing into the wall. Like a movie cliché, Rachel and Jim's eyes went wide as a light turned on upstairs. They looked at each other and took off running. Giggling wildly, the pair raced back to Jim's car and hopped in. In her hurry, Rachel jumped into the passenger seat instead of returning to the backseat where she had ridden earlier. She thought briefly about switching back but before she could decide, Jim hit the ignition and zoomed out of the neighborhood in a fury. The speed threw her body into the seat. Her back arched and her legs shot up. "Hahaha, holy shit!" Jim laughed. "That fucking girl! Gonna be the death of us!" He spun the wheel to his left, hastily maneuvering around the cul-de-sac. He glanced over at Rachel and his eyes widened as he saw her precarious position. The initial thrust of the car had shot her back against the seat and his severe turn had caused her to slide forward and towards him. She was now leaned over deeply, bracing herself with one hand on the dashboard and one near the center column. He had a perfect view directly into her shirt. His pants tightened. Rachel strained to keep herself from face-planting into the dash. She flipped her hair back and brought her face up to look around. Her eyes met Jim's and she caught his obvious stare. She glanced down to assess the view she was giving him. Her perfect, heavy breasts were hanging straight down, nestled in her bra. Her tiny gold locket swung gently in front of them, like a pocket watch used during hypnosis. Her tank top hung way below everything and there were very little Jim couldn't see. Her exposure caused a mildly pleasurable shiver. Rachel finally righted herself and sat back in the seat. Her heart was beating wildly from the excitement of almost getting caught. She adjusted her shirt and looked directly at Jim. They both broke into a deep laugh as Rachel shouted. "God, she was a mess! I mean, I'm pretty fuck-." She paused and caught herself. "But wow, that girl is out of control!" She pushed some hair out of her face and exhaled deeply, her chest heaving. Jim smiled, but his thoughts were now elsewhere. Like any guy, he'd been thinking of a way to get with Rachel from the moment he'd first seem her. He had flirted and teased her a bit at the party and their little innuendo conversation had left him pretty excited. He'd even jumped at the chance to drive the girls home thinking it might lead to something. But while he was outwardly aggressive, he was also realistic. Yeah, he was giving a ride to two hot, drunk girls but it wasn't like it was some sort of porno where they'd strip down and have a threesome in the back of his car. However, his thoughts had stirred when Rachel had told him to drop Jenn off first. He knew that was out of the way. Was it because she was drunk? Probably. But maybe, just maybe, Rachel wanted Jenn gone first. He had to at least try... "That's some, uh, locket you got there," he teased. "It's so beautiful that I can't stop looking at it." He glanced directly at her cleavage again for emphasis. Rachel shot him a mocking glare and brought her hand to her chest. For some reason, the excitement of running away, combined with her drunkenness and arousal from earlier, was making her feel a little flirty. She smirked to herself. She could play with him a little. Just had to make sure it didn't get too serious. "Oh yeahhh, you know I figured you were a jewelry aficionado. I noticed you staring at it all night! She reached to her chest and fingered the locket teasingly. "What's your favorite thing about it?" Jim was always quick with a response. "You know, I guess I'd have to say the nipples. Yeah, that's probably my favorite part." Rachel laughed in surprise, almost snorting. "The nipp-? Sounds like maybe you're confusing it with something, or some-things, else? And, hey, wait, you saw my nipples?" She cocked her head at him curiously. Jim didn't miss a beat as kept her off balance. "Your what? Oh, shit, Rach. What exactly did you think I was talking about? Get your mind out of the gutter!" Rachel dropped her jaw wide with surprise. She laughed again and leaned over to hit him on the arm. "Oh no you don't! You jerk! Don't you try to flip this back on-! You were the one talking about my-!" Jim cut her off and continued his thought. "Well, wait a second. When were your nipples out exactly? I mean, I remember seeing you on your knees at some point, you know, looking for a contact lens or something." He paused and gave her a knowing grin. "But even then, I'm pretty sure I remember your bra being on. So when did the nips come out?" Rachel was thrown for a moment. Jim's reference to the fact that they obviously both knew what she'd been doing on her knees made her tingle. She was still embarrassed that he had walked in on her, but at the same time, it was pretty exciting knowing that he'd arrived just a minute after Chris had came. It was so fresh that she was still partially undressed and in position. It wasn't like Jim wouldn't have found out what she had done later. But the picture was surely worth a few thousand words. Jim read her thoughts and continued. "Yeah, Chris mentioned how his contact had fallen out while you two were, um, talking. He talked about how helpful you were and how you stayed down on the floor for quite some time and didn't give up until you found it. He said you were the best helper he'd ever had. He didn't mention why your shirt was off but I can only imagine you did that to make sure it hadn't fallen inside. Such a considerate girl." Rachel blushed fully, both from mild embarrassment at Jim's boldness and at her own excitement and residual arousal. She swallowed and decided to play along a bit. He already knew what she'd done. "Yeah well, I am a considerate girl. And poor Chris was so upset about that contact. I didn't really mind helping him look. I'm just surprised it took so long to find it. Usually, I can find things like that pretty quickly." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as her inner-voice sent out a warning. Too far, Rachel. Be careful. She heard Jim swallow hard and start to speak. She cut him off. "Oh, well, it doesn't look like you wear contacts so I guess there's no need to help you." She crossed her arms across her chest and looked away from him. She was getting off on teasing him. Jim, for once, was rendered speechless. He was a bit surprised by her willingness to play along, but he also knew she had the upper hand and if he pushed too hard, she might just shut the whole thing down. So maybe he could work her up gradually. And at the very least, he might get a little something good to remember. He shook his head and pouted with mock disappointment. "You're right. Curse these flawless, beautiful eyes of mine! I'd definitely trade this 20/20 vision in exchange for a little of your, um, help. But seeing that that's not in the cards, I guess the least you could do is give these perfect peepers something nice to look at for the ride home." He raised an eyebrow at her. Rachel turned back to him slowly, taking in his words as she repeated his words sarcastically. "Something nice to look at? I'm pretty sure you've gotten enough of that all evening. You know, with my beautiful locket and all." Jim persisted. "Yeah, I'm not complaining, but you know, you were the one that for some unknown reason started spouting off about your nipples and how much you loved your boobs, blah blah blah. Then you practically threw yourself onto me as I tried to carefully pull my car away from Jenn's house. You've been a bit of a tease. And I am driving you home, out of my way. Fair's fair, right?" Fair. Rachel paused and sucked in her breath. She knew he was joking about her bringing everything up but it was true that she had just been teasing him a bit with the view. And he was giving her a ride... Her warnings perked up again. No, Rachel! What? Are you even consider-? She didn't want it to go too far, but maybe if she did this for him, it would be enough to hold him over. Jim had been dangerously hinting at her oral work and she didn't want that to be the image he clung to as he tried to talk her into something. And he'd already seen her in her bra anyway. Rachel smirked at him. "Oh, so I owe you for this ride now, do I? You're not exactly driving me across country." She sighed. "What exactly do you want again?" Jim's heart skipped a bit. Was she actually going to-? He cleared his throat. "Oh, you know, not much. Just for you to get rid of those distracting clothes so I can gaze upon your incredible locket with more clarity." Rachel giggled at his silly way of asking her to get her tits out. She looked ahead at the road in front of them and then at the clock on the dash. It was 11:37, about twenty minutes short of her midnight curfew. And they were probably only ten minutes away. She sighed. All right, she'd do it. She'd be home soon anyway. She looked at him playfully and twisted a strand of her hair. "Welllll, you are a pretty good chauffeur. I guess I do owe you just a little bit..." With that, Rachel sat up straight and turned her body toward him. There weren't any other cars on the back, country roads so it wasn't like anyone would see her. She reached down and gripped the bottom of her tank top, just as she'd done for his friend not a few hours prior. With a grin, she pulled the shirt over her head and placed it on the dash. She turned back towards him and watched his face. Jim was furiously turning his head from the road to her chest and back again. He was getting his view, two seconds at a time. His dick stirred again as he saw her giggle and reach her one hand behind her back. Rachel deftly snapped her bra off and brought her hands back around front. She shimmied her shoulders a bit and let the straps fall to her upper arms. She held it there in front of her for a few seconds, enjoying seeing Jim squirm with anticipation. She felt a little silly doing this for him but she was still buzzing and hazy and it was all in good fun. It wasn't like she was having sex with the guy... Finally, she released him from his torture and dropped her arms, letting the bra fall to her waist. The car swerved as Jim' eyes widened at the sight in front of him. Rachel's large, perfect breasts hung magically in front of him, not two feet away. His throat went dry and he licked his lips. "Holy fuck," he muttered. Rachel giggled and enjoyed his reaction. In her mind, getting naked for a guy was almost as erotically exciting and actually hooking up. Something about exposure made her feel naughty, like she was giving something up that she could never take back. The cool air and Jim's lustful stares gave her a shiver. Her nipples hardened and her pussy twitched. She sat back to balance herself and turned her head to face the road, her chest still aimed at Jim for his viewing pleasure. She spoke teasingly without looking at him. "Happy now? Does my locket look okay?" "Uh, yeah. It's, um, about the nicest locket I've ever seen." Rachel blushed. Even though his words were hollow, she always enjoyed approval for her body, no matter what form the compliment came in. She arched her back a bit to make the view more impressive. Jim couldn't help himself; it was almost involuntary. They were just so perfect and round and firm. He just had to know. She was looking straight ahead and she never saw it coming. With a swift motion , he reached his right hand out and firmly grasped her left breast. He gave it a solid squeeze and rubbed it around. He was getting rock hard. Rachel snapped her head back to look at him and stared at him incredulously. "Hey! I never said anything about-! You said something nice to look at. This wasn't part of the deal." Rachel said these things but she didn't move away or push his hand down. She wasn't even sure why. She just sat there with a funny glare as Jim continued to feel her up with his one hand. She swallowed hard and, for whatever reason, she didn't stop him. "I know, Rachel. I'm sorry, but c'mon. There was just no way I wasn't going to-. Can you blame me at all? These must be the nicest tits in three counties! I can't just look and not touch a little. That's not fair!" Fair. Rachel sighed at his gibberish but she didn't object. What was the use, she thought? So she was letting the boy have a little fun. The girls were already out and shaking right in front of his face. What was the difference? She sat back into the seat and allowed the groping to continue. It actually felt good and she was starting to enjoy the sensation when she heard Jim speak again. "Hey, edge a little closer, babe." Rachel rolled her eyes but did as he asked. She adjusted herself and turned sideways to face him as she swung her legs behind her and knelt on the seat. She leaned into him and put her left hand on his headrest to steady herself. Her angle caused her breasts to dangle slightly as they came off her chest. She jiggled and shook with every little bump in the road. She couldn't believe she was actually doing it. "Yes, that's perfect," Jim said excitedly. He was now cupping and scooping her tits from underneath as the hung and bounced. It gave him a fuller feel and he was also able to alternate between them. He didn't want to ruin the great thing he had going but he simply couldn't resist getting bold and pushing further. He whispered and leaned into her ear. "Rachel? I think I dropped a lens." She looked at him wildly and pulled back a bit. A smile crossed her lips as she widened her eyes in disbelief at what he meant. "Jim. No. No. No way. No fucking way. Don't even think the thought." "C'mon, baby, that ship has sailed. I've been thinking that thought all night." His voice wasn't threatening. It was almost pleading. "This whole thing has just been too hot. I get to look at that view all evening, then I walk in just as you finish blowing one of my best friends and I gotta hear about that all night long. And now I have you, half-naked in my car just driving me crazy. You said yourself that you're a friendly girl. C'mon, you gotta help a brother out here!" Rachel's head spun as she replayed his words. Help a broth-? What? She couldn't believe it. "Jim, c'mon. You can't really be seri-!" She stopped and swallowed hard. Of course he was. Of course he was serious. He'd probably been planning this all night. Slowly working her up until this was the next step. She felt her resolve melt a bit. What exactly had she expected? She'd thought she was so cute with her little flirty teasing. And now she was practically draped over him, tits out while he groped away with her permission. And she was already leaned over the seat. If she dropped her head two feet, she'd be in position. Rachel thought furiously and decided to take a different tact. It was a risky, but potentially better, strategy. And it would save his pride. Prom Ch. 04: The Midnight Hour "Jim, look. It's not that I don't-. I have a curfew. I have to be home in, like, (she checked the clock again) less than twenty minutes. And we're still not to my house. My parents will fucking kill me if I'm late. Trust me. My dad is probably sitting there with a newspaper counting down the minutes. If I'm one second late, I'm done. You'll never see me or these babies (she grabbed her boobs roughly for emphasis) out ever again. Believe that!" Curfew? Jim raised an eyebrow as his heart pounded. That was his in. She'd made a mistake. He looked into her eyes and spoke calmly "Rachel, believe me. The last thing I want is to make those incredible beauties go MIA. They're part of the reason I get up in the morning. But, c'mon. We got plenty of time here. You even said that you're usually a pretty, um, quick, helper. Well believe me when I say you won't have to work too hard to find my contact lens. I'm halfway to finding it myself over here." Rachel glanced down at Jim's pants. He had already unbuckled his belt and the top button of his jeans. When the hell had he done that? She couldn't quite tell but it did look like he had a bit of a bulge going. It made sense. He'd been worked up by her all night and mauling at her tits for the last few minutes probably hadn't helped much. She glanced back at the clock on the dash. 11:43. Shit. Where were the minutes going? Time was running out. Would he really stand his ground and make her late if she tried to argue? She was battling two opponents: time and a horny teenage boy. And neither was very easy to defeat. "Jim, I-. C'mon, you're not going to make me-. Oh my God, we don't have time! Look, I'll do it later, okay? I promise. I'm a girl of my word. A rain check, right?" Jim's heart raced and his dick surged. A rain check! Ha! He loved it. This beautiful, topless thing had just agreed to suck him off at a date TBD. Like she was giving him a coupon. "One blowjob from Rachel. Expires never." He was rock hard now and laughing to himself. But he held his ground. A bird in the hand was worth two in the, um, well, however it went... "Well, I'll surely take you up your very sweet offer. Believe me. But we can definitely accomplish both." Jim gripped her shoulder like he was giving her a pep talk. "I believe in you! I believe in us! We can do it!" He was cracking up inside. Time was slipping away and Jim had noticeably slowed the car way down. They were the only car on the road so he could go as slowly as he chose. Rachel picked up on the speed drop and knew what he was doing. Dammit. She should never have mentioned the curfew. She'd just thought it might-. "Oh my God, if I do this for you, will you please speed the fuck up and stop driving like my grandma?" Rachel's voice sounded angry but there was also a hint of levity. Despite the fact that Jim was shamelessly blackmailing her into a blowjob, she couldn't help laugh at how funny he was being about the whole thing. His ridiculous word choices. His stupid pep talk like he was her coach. And here she was, topless and still drunk and horny. Not really horny for him, but it looked like he might just reap the benefits anyway. Jim couldn't believe he had her. It was amazing. He cleared his throat and spoke in a mock serious tone, like they were concluding a business meeting. "Deal, partner. Pleasure doing business with you. Your offer is fair, and I accept." Fair. With that, Jim moved his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it behind Rachel's back, opening up access to his lap. He saw her hesitation, so as a show of good faith, he stepped on the gas and the car surged forward a bit. 20 mph. She smirked at his move and shook her head as her inner-voice mocked her. Well, here you are again, Rach. Oh, and good job on your plan to "lay low" for a while. Two penises tonight. Bravo. Rachel pushed her shame away and dropped slowly into Jim's lap. She arched her butt into the air and the angle made her low-rise jeans pull away from her lower back. Her butterfly tattoo was now almost at eye level for Jim and he glanced over, remembering seeing it earlier in the evening. More, her jeans stretched down further and just the very crest of her ass came into view. It was so damn hot. Jim strained to keep control. His jeans were already halfway undone, so all Rachel had to do was drop the zipper and slide them down. Jim shifted his weight so that she could pull his pants and underwear down towards his thighs. He felt his dick pop out into the cool air and it twitched with delight. Rachel hadn't bothered to put her hair up this time, and as it dangled, it tickled his thighs. He watched her tuck some strands behind her left ear and he was grateful that it opened up a little bit of a view. He shook as her cool fingers grabbed ahold of his shaft. He saw her look up and meet his gaze briefly. She smirked again and looked back down. Rachel closed her eyes and parted her lips wide. She leaned her face forward and took Jim's dick entirely into her mouth. She could taste him already and realized how hard he must have been during the drive. She rose up again and began sucking forcefully on his shaft. She hastily licked all over it as it slid in and out of her mouth. She tried to imagine Chris and her session with him earlier that night. The vision shook her and made her tremble with pleasure. Picturing him made her suck harder and with more passion. She was so worked up that a single touch the right way might get her off. Jim struggled to keep control of the car. Holy motherfucking shit! His dick had been in her mouth for less than a minute and it was already the best blowjob he'd ever had. His right hand was resting gently on the back of her head but he wasn't guiding her at all. Just along for the ride. She was like a damn hoover. He absentmindedly took his hand off her head and reached it up and under chest. He palmed her tits and greedily grabbed away. Rachel felt his hand and smirked to herself. This wasn't nearly her first time giving roadhead and she always laughed at the way guys struggled to find a place for their hand. It usually settled on her chest (like Jim's was) but the angle was always awkward and she would end up getting squeezed and prodded in strange ways. She chuckled to herself as Jim's fingers slipped in and around her boobs as he tried to balance several things at once. She refocused on her sucking, knowing that time was really of the essence in this case. Jim was in heaven and had been trying to maneuver his hand around her chest when he saw a pothole in the road. He swerved violently and his car spun off the pavement and into the shoulder. He whipped the wheel back around and tried to straighten out as his car fishtailed. Jesus Christ!! Rachel had obviously felt the swerve too and struggled to keep her balance while Jim's dick still filled her mouth. It was a miracle he didn't bite him or fall off the seat. She shot her head up and gave him a look. "Hey, what the hell? Not exactly making my job any easier!" Jim grimaced. She was right. That shit was close. He couldn't balance everything while he was being sucked away to ecstasy by this gorgeous blowjob machine in his lap. He glanced around and made a decision. He turned the wheel suddenly and pulled off the road. They had just been passing a county park and he steered the car into the parking lot and into a space far from the road. He came to a stop and took the car out of gear. Rachel felt the stop and her eyes got huge as she looked around confused. "Jim? What the fuck are you-? Where are we-? No, no take me home! What are you doing?" "Rach, I can't possibly drive with you doing that like you do. C'mon. You know it's mainly your fault. I almost killed us back there. I'm not a damn NASCAR driver! We need to pull over for the rest of this thing." Rachel glanced at the clock again. 11:49. They were pretty close to her house. Could she walk? No. That was stupid. Not in her flip flops. Plus she didn't relish the idea of running down a dark road by herself dressed like she was. Shit, she was running out of time. "Oh my God, Jim. You're fucking killing me. We don't have-." She cut herself off with an exasperated sigh. Ugghhhh! Fuck it, she thought. Rachel stopped arguing and went right back to work. She took him back in her mouth and began bobbing her head with an increased intensity. She was now taking this as a personal challenge. This guy was going to cum quick! Jim was again dying as she went into overdrive. How could anyone suck a dick this good, he wondered. The only thing that would make it better would be if he could change positions. He obviously had no complaints with the status quo, but he always preferred to be standing when he got head. The view of a girl on her knees, the top of her head pumping in and out as his cock disappeared and reappeared. He shuddered. He couldn't help himself. With a sudden move his pulled Rachel's face out of his lap and sat her up. She responded with confused irritation. "What the hell are you-? Jim, I told you, the time-." "No, listen, trust me. This will help. It'll go faster, I promise. Get up. Come with me. Come on!" Before she could react, Jim had pulled his pants most of the way back up and opened his car door. The dome light came on, startling her for a moment and she watched as he stepped out of the car. He poked his head back in and motioned to her. "C'mon! Let's go. You said you're in a hurry, right?" Rachel glanced back at the clock. 11:51. "Oh my God, Jim, we don't have time for these game-. Fine. Where the hell are you go-?" She shoved open her door and hopped out. Her boobs bounced violently as she slammed the door behind her and glanced around to locate Jim. He was standing on the other side of the car, with his back to the door, leaning up against the window. She walked quickly around the back of the car and came to face him. "What now? What do you want?" He simply pointed down. She glared at him with annoyance and spoke. "Really?? Sucking your dick in there wasn't good enough? Gotta get out of the car into the cold?" She shivered a bit as breeze rolled through. Her nipples were rock hard. "You're such a weirdo." Not wanting to waste any more precious seconds, Rachel dropped to her knees. She was annoyed at Jim but she was also laughing at how ridiculous it all was as she wondered why exactly she was being so nice to this boy. Like, she really had to get out of the car, half-naked and kneel down in the dirt to suck him off? God, it was dirt. Not even grass. She was kneeling at the edge of the parking lot on a dirt patch about to finish blowing some random guy. The second guy of the night. She pushed away her annoyance and focused on her mission. She had maybe a few minutes to get this clown off so they could get back in the car and get her home on time. Fuck. If she was one second late... Rachel pulled his pants down from where he had left them and went to work. She slid his still mostly hard dick past her lips and worked it all the way into her mouth. She squeezed her cheeks in and began bobbing her head in and out smoothly. Her shoulders and body remained relatively still as all her movement mainly came from her neck. Her breasts shook gently and she reached out to grab the base of his shaft for more leverage. With her other hand, she grabbed ahold of his sac and squeezed his balls gently. She heard him gasp. "Oh, hell yeah, babe. This is where it's at. Damn, my balls. That's great. Think you could give them a little more act-? "Mmmmm-mmmmmm!" Rachel angrily declined his request without even bothering to remove his dick from her mouth. She didn't have time to take it out and argue. No fucking way, she thought. This asshole is getting nothing extra from me. I'm sucking on the penis, and that's the end of the story. Jim gave a half-disappointed sigh and smiled to himself. "Okay, okay, baby. No problem. Next time." And he leaned back into the car enjoying the incredible pleasure he was feeling. Rachel's stomach twisted at his words. Next time. Ha! There'd be no fucking next time. He was lucky, super lucky, that she had agreed to this at all. Where did he get off thinking there'd be a next time? She shivered as she remembered how she'd desperately promised him a rain check in hopes of getting out of her current predicament. He couldn't possibly think that she meant he had some sort of standing order now. Like she had given him a business card and he could call her whenever he needed some head. Well in a way, by promising a future blowjob, even if just to get out of a current one, she was sort of showing that she'd be willing to do it again. But that wasn't what she meant. Right? There'd be no next time. Right?? Fuck. She didn't know. She didn't know anything. She never thought she'd give him one at all. And yet, here she was. Furiously trying to beat the clock. For all she knew, she might find herself kneeling on this very dirt patch in front of him again sometime. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. She had no idea what to expect from herself. She couldn't promise anything. Her angry thoughts had subconsciously made her work harder as she realized she was blowing him pretty enthusiastically. Maybe even putting more into it than she had with Chris. God, Chris! She pictured her earlier session with him again and her body shook with arousal. He was so hot. She wished she was sucking on his dick right now. She was getting wetter and wetter as she closed her eyes and fantasized about her earlier encounter. She absent-mindedly brought one hand down quickly undid the button on her own jeans. She didn't have the best angle but it would certainly do. She slid her hand past the soft border of her underwear and downward over her thinly shaved strip of hair. She moaned reflexively as he fingers reached their target. She slipped them inside and felt her body quake with pleasure. She was so worked up and so turned on from the evening. She worked herself skillfully as she lost all focus on what she was doing or where she was. And then she felt it. Her eyes shot open with a combination of terror and lust. She was going to cum. Rachel panicked to regain control but the wheels had already been set in motion. She was drunk, still a little high even, and she had been fantasizing about one of the best looking guys she'd ever hooked up with. She was half-naked, servicing another guy in a nowhere parking lot in the middle of the night. A breeze hit her chest and her nipples tensed again. It was all too much. He body tensed hard which caused her to suck Jim's dick in impossibly deeper. Her hand on his balls gripped tighter and her whole body moved into his. She felt lightning rip through her body as the first wave of orgasm crashed over her. She moaned deeply and sucked him in. Jim had been pleasantly staring at the sky when he felt her change. His body jerked too as she stiffened up and clamped into him. It was almost painful. Holy shit, she was out of contr-. He froze as he heard her deep moan and saw her furrowed brow and eyes shut tight. He sucked in his breath. She tensed again and released his balls with her hands and drove her nails into his thigh. Was she-? Jim watched her body rock a third time as her mouth opened slightly further and she whimpered this time. Her nails dragged down his leg. Holy shit! She was getting off! Sucking his dick was getting her off! This was too much to handle. Jim lost control as well and his hips bucked from the side of car, forcing his dick further into her open-hanging mouth. He was in too much ecstasy to speak. He came. Rachel was so deep in her own orgasm that she barely registered as he exploded in her mouth. She opened her eyes with a start and realized what was happening. Trying to take her mind off her own pleasure, she looked up at him, his hips shaking furiously as he unloaded repeatedly. Somehow, she deftly began to swallow and remained in control of the situation. Orgasms were ripping through their bodies simultaneously but only Rachel had to worry about balancing both. Jim continued to fill her mouth as he groaned pleasurably. Once again, a "best blowjob" award had been earned. Rachel figured she should keep a trophy case or something. Rachel's ecstasy finally cooled just in time for Jim's to subside as well. As his orgasm came to a close, Rachel kept him in her mouth and sucked him gently. Her own pleasure made her feel warm and finishing him off tenderly as he concluded felt right. She gingerly ran her tongue along his shaft and leaned into him to keep him in her as he softened. Her face was now almost pressed up against his body and she gently rubbed his legs as she kept him in her mouth. She stayed there with her eyes closed for a minute as she let the warm effects of her orgasm wash over her. The tip of his dick was still nestled between her lips when she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him. She gave him a warm smile and gently released him, letting his softened penis fall from her face. A thin saliva string was all that kept them connected for a second as they smiled at each other with knowing pleasure. They were both breathing heavy, Rachel's breasts rising and falling hypnotically. And they were both so totally relaxed. She started to rest her head against his thigh to catch her breath when her eyes shot wide open again. The time! Shit! Rachel jerked back from his body and shot to her feet in panic. Her chest bounced ridiculously as she lost her balance attempting to turn and move back around the car. She finally reached the passenger door when she looked back and saw Jim still hadn't moved and was staring at her in a haze. "Jim! What are you doing? C'mon! Tick-tock! We gotta get moving. Please! You promised!" Jim shook himself and clumsily pulled his pants back on. She was right and he didn't want to fuck her up here. With his pants still unbuckled, he hopped back into the driver's seat and started the car up. Both of their eyes flashed to the clock. 11:56. In an instant, the tires screeched as Jim furiously peeled out of the parking lot. Neither of them were buckled in and Rachel bounced around her seat uncontrollably, trying desperately to hold herself upright and locate her discarded clothes. They shot back onto the main road and Jim pushed the pedal to the floor. 11:57. Rachel finally steadied herself and snatched her bra up from the floor in front of her. She struggled to contain her bouncing breasts and corral them into the cups. She finally got them in place and reached behind her to snap it back on. Halfway there. Jim swerved the car into the entrance to her neighborhood and she flew into his body. With her hands still behind her, she was unable to catch herself and she ended up practically face planting back into the front of his pants. They both froze for a second. Jim shouted jokingly. "Damn, girl! We don't have time for another go! Control yourself, young lady!" 11:58. Rachel pushed herself back up and shot him an evil glare. "If you possibly think I'm ever putting my mouth back down there again, you're crazier than-" Jim swerved the car again as he turned down her street. She crashed back into her door and her tank top shot off the dashboard and fell directly into her hands. Finally some luck, she smirked. She hastily threw the green top back over her body and tried to pull it down as straight as possible. They were getting close to her house now. #19, #21, #23... "Right there. Right there!" she shouted at him and pointed to a yellow house to their right. Jim brought the car to a stop and threw it in park. Rachel smoothed her hair and pulled down the visor mirror to give herself a final look. Usually, she liked to perfect her appearance a bit better before she returned home and potentially faced her parents. But there was no time. Her cheeks were still flushed. She wiped a bit of wetness from her lips and exhaled deeply, slamming the mirror back up. She looked at Jim and then at the clock. Prom Ch. 04: The Midnight Hour 11:59. Neither of them spoke as awkwardness hung in the air. Should she say something? Should he? She had just done something pretty intimate. Should there be some words...? Rachel broke the silence. "Well, um, thanks again for the ride. I guess I'll, uh, see you in school." She started to open her car door when Jim reached out and touched her arm. "No, thank you, sweetie. You were an excellent navigator. And I'm so glad we found my contact lens. And I did get you home on time like I promised. That was fair, right?" Fair. She glanced back at him and rolled her eyes at him with a smile. What a goofball. And what a night it had been. "Fair." She opened the car door and hopped out. Jim leaned over and called out one final time. "And, hey! Don't think I didn't notice you, um, enjoying yourself down there. That's the thing about my contacts, they're magic! And I'd be more than happy to help you out again. Anytime you want to go down and get-." Rachel shut the door and cut him off, no longer willing to hear his nonsense. She felt a bit of embarrassment that he knew she had gotten off while blowing him. It wasn't even really him that had done it to her, either. It was Chris, and Rebecca, and the alcohol, and just the whole thing. Well, maybe he'd been a small part of it. But obviously he would be taking full credit. He'd probably be telling his friends about how he had made her cum just by offering her his dick to suck. Shit. Of course he'd be telling his friends! He wasn't exactly the type to be discreet. She shook her head and laughed. Rachel, what did you do this time? She snapped out of her thoughts and hurried to her front door. She paused for a moment to take one final breath as she reached for the handle. With her other hand, she slid her phone out of her back pocket and hit the power button. She sighed with relief. 12:00. *** Rachel smiled involuntarily and caught herself as Kevin's tongue wrapped around hers; she'd almost forgotten where she was. She had been so lost in the memory that she needed a second to relocate her bearings. She was straddling Kevin on the living room couch, making out with him. His hands were generously groping at her chest over her shirt. How long had she been there? She sighed deeply as more arousal washed over her. The memories of her night with Chris and Jim had worked her up and she realized she was now gently rocking her hips into Kevin's body. She was very aware at how easily she allowed memories and earlier experiences to affect her current states of excitement and she marveled at how closely her encounters with Chris and Jim had paralleled the events of this morning. In both cases, she had hooked up with a boy whom she felt a strong physical attraction to. Being with Rob and Chris had gotten her so worked up and ready to go. She had pleasured them both enthusiastically and her body had responded in turn. This arousal had then led her to be more easily convinced to submit to the next set of boys, Jeff and Jim, respectively. In Jeff's case, she had already agreed to go down on him, but her arousal caused her to go way, way further than she had ever intended. In Jim's case, she'd had no intention whatsoever of hooking up with him, but yet, there she had ended up, on her knees in a parking lot. She had even came herself as she raced against her curfew to get him off. Rachel wondered if now the same thing was happening. She had never even kissed Kevin; she just didn't think of him that way. He was part-brother, part-close friend. Objectively, he was cute enough and she obviously had a strong attachment to him. He just didn't make her stir. But she was sure stirring now. Her brain hurt as she labored over what she should do and where she should take this. It was heating up fast and she couldn't just keep kissing him forever. Well, maybe she could. But eventually their encounter would have to be resolved one way or the other. She wondered if it were cruel to just crudely slide down to her knees and add him to her list of morning conquests. Would it confuse him and cause more pain? Or would it be like granting him a wish and bringing a sense of peace to his frustration towards her? She also considered her own desires. She was getting a bit tingly herself but she knew it was coming primarily from places other than the boy directly below her. She realized she didn't really want to go further with Kevin, but then again, when had that gotten in her way before with others? Uhhhh! Why was it so difficult? Why was she putting so much mental energy into it? How was it she could so effortlessly submit to any number of guys who meant nothing to her, but she was struggling with Kevin like she was trying to find the answer to world peace? He was the kind of guy she shouldn't be thinking twice about getting with. She cared about him, he was good to her, and he would never be the kind to brag about what she'd done or act superior to her later as if she was now somehow worth less than him because she had submitted. She tensed at that final thought. Beyond the reputation part, that was the other dark side that the fallback her promiscuity often created. There was nothing more humiliating than having a guy dismiss her in front his friends after she had been with him. It didn't happen too often because Rachel wasn't the type to give off a needy, desperate vibe, but every now and then she'd be reminded of the dangers of doing what she did when she'd find herself as the butt of a joke, made by some asshole who now had no further use for her. And what was especially dark was that sometimes this turned her on even more and made her want to please the guy further. So she'd find herself giving in to him again in the future, perhaps even being the one to initiate the hookup. It was nothing but being used repeatedly and it made her feel worthless. Her mind flashed to Jeff and the joke he had made about being completely starved and drained. He had even been bold enough to make it in front of his girlfriend! She shuddered, realizing that he would be exactly the type to do something like that. It was why she had rejected him all those times in the past. She needed to stay away from him. Rachel realized she was still stalling with Kevin. He had moved his hands cautiously off her breasts and slid them down to her hips. He was now gripping and squeezing her ass as she rocked into his body. She could feel that he was rock hard by now. She was so conflicted but she was wondering if they had passed the point of no return by now. She had worked him up into a fury and had she suddenly brought this to a stop, it might actually be crueler than if she hadn't started at all. What would he think as she pulled off him and mumbled some excuse about how they shouldn't be doing this? She knew the answer. He'd think that he wasn't good enough for her, but a few drunken idiots (his friends, no less) could get it without so much as an argument. Not to mention how many others he knew, or suspected, she had been with. It would make him feel worthless all over again. Just as he did when he had stared at her with genuine pain just ten minutes prior. Rachel sighed. Should she do this? Could she? She pulled back from him to collect her thoughts and she ran a hand through her hair. There were still people around. Some were actually passed out on the floor a few feet away. She couldn't just start blowing him there in the living room. What if someone woke up? At least with Rob and Jeff she had (somewhat) successfully managed to be discreet. Well maybe she could take Kevin somewhere. Her mind raced. Back to the basement, the scene of her earlier crime? His car? She was so confused. She closed her eyes and made up her mind. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth to speak. "Kevin, I think we should-." She never got the chance to finish the thought as they both heard the screen door in the kitchen fly open. They turned their heads with wide eyes, both still in their precarious positions: Kevin's hands firmly on Rachel's ass, her hands wrapped around his neck. "Oh shit! Well hey there, kids! What do we have here?" Rob's cheerful voice rang out through the house as he crossed the kitchen and approached the living room. "Well, I'll be damned! It's about time you two star-crossed lovers found each other!" He grinned brightly at them, his eyes at a slight squint. He was high. When Rachel had finished up with him and turned to carry out her next assignment with Jeff, the last thing she remembered was Rob sparking up a joint and laying back to mellow out in his post-euphoric state. Every cell in his body was lit up from the ridiculous pleasure Rachel had just laid on him. So he'd figured he'd keep the feelings going with a nice, easy buzz. It was almost too perfect. He had been lying out on that chair, slowly getting baked the entire time Rachel had been depravedly servicing Jeff and then confusedly making out with Kevin. Now, Rob stood there in the kitchen, goofy and high, and the scene in front of him seemed hilariously strange. There was Rachel straddling Kevin, and it was obvious that they had been at the very least making out. But didn't Kevin know what she had just-? Rob stopped and stiffened. No, Kevin didn't know! He'd been asleep. A tremor of guilt pierced his pleasant high as he thought again about what had happened. He'd talked Kevin's prom date into sucking his dick behind his back. And not just him. Rob hadn't actually seen Rachel blow Jeff, but he was certain she had done it. Jeff wasn't really the type to let her wriggle out of it. No, she had definitely sucked his dick. He was sure of it. And she had sucked his too, just prior. Beyond the shadiness of all that, Rob also felt twistedly guilty that Kevin was clearly making out with her after what she'd done. God, if he knew where her mouth had been earlier, would he have put his tongue in there? Of course, Rob suspected Kevin was in love with Rachel. He had to be. No one could be friends with someone so hot and sexy for that long and not have feelings. Poor dude. Well, maybe this was making him happy. Fuck it! He'd just started to mellow out again when guilt crashed back over him. Fuck. He realized that he had just unwittingly cock-blocked them by walking in and loudly making a scene. Goddamn, poor Kevin was finally getting some action with her and he was messing it all up. Geez, Rob! C'mon, man! Rob made an exaggerated "sorry" face and put him palms out in front of him for emphasis. He whispered now. "Duuuuuude, I'm so sorry. God, I'm a dick. My bad. I wasn't even think-. I'll leave you too alone. Enjoy!" He started to back away and turned to exit the kitchen through the hall on the opposite side. But it was too late. The damage had been done. His loud announcement upon entering had stirred a few people who had been peacefully passed out throughout the rooms. Rachel and Kevin glanced around panicked as a few familiar heads rose up and bodies rolled around. Without thinking, Rachel quickly threw herself off of Kevin's lap and plopped onto the couch next to him, scooting a foot or so away. She straightened her shirt and shot him an apologetic shrug. Kevin was in shock. He was still having trouble processing the entire episode and this latest event was way beyond his ability to comprehend at the moment. He shook his head and took a moment to think. Shit. Just a minute ago, the girl he had desired for years had been passionately kissing all over him and grinding into him. He had felt on her heavenly chest and explored more of her body than ever before. He didn't know what it was going to lead to, but he knew she was grinding her pussy into him and she had to have felt his hardness. That had to mean she was thinking about-. Fuck! Kevin's brain surged. Rob! That goofy, fucking asshole. He just had to walk in at that moment and fuck things up. Why? Why now? Why did he never get a break? His stomach sank again as he was snapped back to the reality of the morning. He remembered what Rachel had done. What she had done for both of them. His stomach twisted in knots. And then she had been kissing him. He felt sick. Rachel was eying him nervously and could see the anger on his face. She had a good idea of what was running through his head. She felt shame again and hung her head. They were back to square one and she again felt worthless. Neither of them spoke for what seemed like ages. Kevin wouldn't even look at her. She knew nothing she could say would make it better. She fidgeted nervously and bit her lip. Her arousal had all but disappeared. It was still percolating under the surface, and a new stimulus could definitely push her back into high gear in no time. But at the moment it was the furthest thing from her mind. She glanced over at Kevin and saw that he had pushed himself down a bit and was leaning his head into his hand. He was probably exhausted; he practically hadn't slept all night. Suddenly, Rachel also became aware of how worn out she was. The adrenaline rush and excitement of the morning had fueled her but she was now beginning to crash. Not knowing how he'd react, she decided to nudge in a little closer to Kevin. He raised his head at her touch, looking angry for a second, but it melted away into a dull smile. He lifted his arm up and offered her an opening into his body. She nestled up to him and softly laid her head into his chest. He put his arm around her let it rest over her side. She snuggled into him slightly and closed her eyes. In a minute, they were both asleep. The electrical stimulation of the morning, combined with Rachel's dormant, but still rapidly bubbling arousal and frustration, led her to have some very vivid dreams. She stirred as her subconscious replayed images of the morning's events. But it was like a movie. Like she was watching herself act instead actually being there. She saw herself playfully pull up her shirt for the boys, setting the entire morning in motion. She saw Rob holding her from behind, generously rubbing her breasts and she heard herself breathlessly agree to give them both what they wanted. She saw herself sink to her knees and help Rob out of his clothes. She watched as she began to service him before even agreeing to submissively crawl to him on all fours and strip off her shirt and continue to suck him off. She saw Jeff's leers as he watched her tits sway in the air to the rhythm of her blowjob. She twitched as she saw Rob's body convulse as she expertly swallowed everything he had. Still asleep, Rachel's brow furrowed as she saw herself being guided back through the house in Jeff's grasp, down the basement stairs and onto the couch. She led out an almost inaudible moan as she saw Jeff's hands slide up her shorts causing her to whimper in pleasure. She watched as they each stripped her clothes off completely and her naked body lay across the couch with her legs spread. Her pussy tingled as she could almost again feel Jeff's fingers inside her and she gasped as she heard herself breathlessly begging to suck his cock. Rachel licked her lips as she watched herself slide off the couch and begin to enthusiastically bob her head into Jeff's lap. She heard his gentle requests to go lower and lower and watched in turned-on horror as she did what she was told. She saw herself generously licking and sucking all over every area of his dick, balls, and beyond. Her throat clenched as she watched them argue over Jeff's depraved final request. Her pussy pulsed again when she saw herself give in and do the dirty thing he asked. She watched herself perform an act with more enthusiasm and lust than she ever had for anyone else. She smirked as she heard Jeff's trance-like reactions. She saw Jeff unexpectedly shift positions and unload his most ferocious orgasm on to her face and mouth. She watched herself struggle to regain control as his cum shot and dribbled all over her naked body. She scowled as Jeff mocked her by tossing her clean shirt as a clean-up towel. She watched as she cleaned herself off and Jeff violated her boundaries one last time before she finally got her clothes back on. Suddenly, the images stopped in a flash, like the movie had come to an end. And then, for whatever reason, Rachel thought of Tyler. Tyler was an ex-boyfriend of hers, and another student at Taylor Reed. He had actually been a pretty serious boyfriend and one that she had liked very much at the time. They had done all kind of things together, including sex. He was one of the few that had gone that far with her. However, it had ended messily with him cheating on her and then her cheating on him and back and forth. They broke up and got back together several times, but it always ended with one of them straying. In a strange way, that had allowed them to part without much animosity as they both knew they had been in the wrong. In another twist, it was this strange pattern of breakups that had really began Rachel's more promiscuous attitude towards boys. She had never been cheated on before and once it happened, it changed everything. She found herself doing the same thing back and before she knew it, she realized that she'd rather be free to do what she wanted, when she wanted, than feel guilty over a drunken hookup or some flirting that had led to a place beyond what she had intended. It was around this time that Rachel began to find herself on her knees a bit more, and once that got around, it spread like wildfire. Guys began to be bolder with her and her ability to say no (or to discriminate among her potential partners) weakened substantially. So she embraced who she was and what she liked doing and never really looked back. She'd had a few more relationships since but none were ever as serious and most ended because she strayed. Some boys were hurt by it, but most eventually understood what she was all about and had little problem keeping it on a casual level. Rob had been just like that. Why she was thinking of Tyler now didn't make any sense to her. All she could conclude was that Tyler was probably one of the best looking guys she had ever dated, or even hooked up with. Maybe even as hot as Chris. So in her aroused dream-state, perhaps it made sense that she'd think of someone whom she likely still harbored some feelings for, on a purely physical level. She didn't keep in much contact with Tyler anymore (like most people from Taylor Reed), but she would bump into him every now and again. He had a steady girlfriend, who ironically, was very good friends with Jeff's girlfriend, Jessie. Rachel's eyes opened slowly as she awoke, still thinking of Tyler. She glanced around slowly and saw Kevin looking down at her with a smile. How long had she been asleep? She smiled back at him sleepily and rubbed her eyes as she yawned and sat up next to him. What time was it? Reading her thoughts, Kevin spoke. "Well, rise and shine. It's almost eleven." She'd been asleep for nearly four hours! She must've needed it after-. She pushed the thought away. She sat up more fully and adjusted her shorts which had become twisted while she slept. A wave rippled through her body as she sucked in her breath. God, she was still so aroused. The dreams had really warmed her back up. And with no underwear, every brush of the fabric against her pussy made her ache. She stood unsteadily and smoothed out her shirt. Her fingers passed over Jeff's wet spot which had now become partially dry and rough. She cringed. Christ. The living room was empty. Everyone who had been passed out on the floor had apparently gotten up by then and left. Rachel looked back at Kevin and shrugged her shoulders. Should they get going? Prom Ch. 04: The Midnight Hour Kevin read her thoughts and nodded as he stood up next to her. "Yeah, I've had about enough of this scene." His voice wasn't angry or judgmental but Rachel flinched a bit at his words. She wondered if he was making a reference to her earlier activities. Probably. She pretended not to notice and they both started towards the hallway. They had walked into the main foyer and were near to the front door when they both saw some movement to their left in the dining room. Jeff and Jessie were sitting together at the table. They were giggling together about something, like cute couples often do. Jessie saw them first and raised her head with a smile. "Hey, you two! Taking off? Think you might be the last ones out!" "Yeah, sorry," Kevin mumbled, yawning. "Guess we kinda passed out for a minute there." Jessie replied with a bubbly tone. "Oh, it's no problem!" She spent so much time at Jeff's house that she was speaking like it was her own. "You were probably just worn out from last night." She flashed her eyes at Rachel and winked. Both Kevin and Rachel swallowed at the subtle hint and Kevin just dumbly turned to look at Rachel. She blushed and shot Jessie a mock-embarrassed grin. Jessie grinned back. Good for Kevin, she thought. Good for them both! Jessie was no longer wearing her sleeping outfit and she looked like she had taken a shower. Jeff, too, had changed and looked a little freshened up. They both a bit of a glow to them and Rachel caught herself wondering if maybe they'd had sex. She smirked to herself with an ironic shake of her head. No way, she thought. No way Jeff had it in him after what she had done to him. She tingled slightly as the memory popped back into her head. Jessie beamed again shaking her from her thoughts. "Well, Rachel, it was so great seeing you again! You can't be a stranger! You're too much fun!" She leaned in and gave her a friendly hug, consciously avoiding the spot on Rachel's shirt. Jeff, too, stood and walked over to say goodbye. "Absolutely. Too much fun is right! Glad to see you haven't lost your partying spirit. Hopefully we'll get you down this way again." His eyes flashed at Rachel with his innuendo. She swallowed hard. Jeff then leaned in to hug her goodbye as well. And in stark contrast to Jessie's hug, Jeff intentionally ran his finger over the spot on her shirt. Rachel's stomach knotted, but she tingled again. What an asshole. Part of her wanted to spill the whole story to Jessie right now just to teach him a lesson. But she knew that would hurt everybody and likely just backfire as Jessie might not believe her or she'd blame her or something. It burned Rachel that she could do nothing about it. And it confused her that it was still making her quiver. Rachel firmly pushed Jeff back with a weak smile and shifted her gaze elsewhere. Kevin hugged Jessie and gave Jeff a weak hand-slap without making eye contact. The pair opened the door and walked out into the sunlight. They got to Kevin's car and sat in silence for a minute, neither of them able to get a good bead on the situation. It seemed like it would go from awkward and tense, back to okay, and then back again. It was like Kevin's brain was Sisyphus pushing the rock up the hill. He'd spend a lot of mental energy trying not to think about what Rachel had done, and just as he'd finally push the thoughts away, something would remind him and he'd have to start all over again. He turned on the car with a sigh and pulled out of the driveway. They didn't speak much on the way back to Rachel's house. As they pulled up to #27, Kevin put it in park and sat still. "So, you wanna grab lunch later, or, I mean, we can hang out later in the day, if you want." Kevin didn't really know what to say. But he always found himself making it okay for her. No matter what she did, he'd let it roll off his back. He'd rather absorb it all and suffer alone than make her feel uncomfortable or bad about herself. Rachel flashed a small smile of relief. "Yeah, that might work." She was happy that he didn't seem to outwardly angry with her. At least at this moment. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued. "I don't think my parents really expected me back at any given time, so I'm probably free. Just wanna take a shower and get out of these cloth-." Rachel trailed off as she realized how many times she'd already "gotten out of those clothes" that morning. She shook her head. "I'll text you, all right?" With that Rachel leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. She pulled back and looked him as she felt sadness and shame creeping back. "Thanks so much for a really, really fun time! You were an excellent date." Her voice lowered and she stuttered a bit as she looked down. "A-and, again, I'm, um, you now, I'm sorry if I-." Kevin clenched his jaw and cut her off. "Rach, it's fine. Really. I'm not your keeper. I'm glad you had fun." That last word made him feel sick. He smiled at her weakly and looked back straight ahead before he let his hurt show again. "Just hit me up later." Rachel sighed and smiled again. She grabbed her dress, shoes, and duffle back and got out of the car. She took a step back and waved at him as she saw his car start to pull away. Rach, you gotta stop doing this, she thought with sadness. She watched for a while as the car disappeared down the street before she turned and headed back to her front door. As she reached to open it, like she had done so many times before, she paused to take one final breath and steady herself. She gripped the handle, but then suddenly stopped. Her phone was buzzing in her bag. NEXT -- Chapter 5: A Thousand Words