0 comments/ 4553 views/ 5 favorites Prom Ch. 13: Forbidden Fruit 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 and appreciate any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you're too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again. I'm kidding. Enjoy! *All characters in this story are 18 years or older* PREVIOUS -- Chapter 12: Team Player (Pt. 2) CHAPTER 13 Rachel realized that she had been sitting in her closet smiling when she finally shook her head and looked around. She was still in her underwear, tears dried on her cheeks. How long had she been-? She sighed deeply and chuckled at the memory. The rest of that afternoon at the beach had been interesting. Rebecca was obviously still a mess and Rachel (despite still being half-naked when she'd explained it) had had to make it clear to the boys that neither girl would be doing any more favors for them. Rebecca was too drunk and Rachel, well, the moment had passed. She'd felt very uneasy that she had allowed Chris to do what he did and it scared her that if it hadn't been for Rebecca's restless and well-timed call to her, he would've gone even further. She hadn't even made him wear a condom. Sometimes it frightened Rachel what she was willing to do when she got all wound up. And it frightened her to think that there could come a time that she might not be so fortunate for someone or something to save her from herself. After some mild protesting, the boys had finally relented and even offered to let the girls crash at the house for a few hours while Rebecca sobered up. They'd ordered a pizza and watched some TV until Rebecca had finally decided it was time to go home. Chris had made one final go at Rachel while they were watching and Rachel had momentarily considered it again. She found herself thinking that she should probably at least give him another blowjob since she had gotten him all hot and bothered again. It was only fair. Thankfully, the moment of weakness had passed and she'd remained firm. The girls made it home safely and Rebecca's family had been none the wiser. The next day, Rachel revealed to Rebecca what she had been forced to do thanks to her friend's inability to hold her liquor. Rebecca had felt awful but had also playfully teased her about being such an easy slut. But in seriousness, she'd apologized earnestly and she'd thanked her friend for "paying off her dues." She'd felt guilty that she had left Rachel to fend for herself and it scared her that things could've gotten out of control. Rachel had reddened and swallowed hard at her words. She'd left out the part about almost allowing Chris to have sex with her. Shit, was it even "almost?" He kind of had-. Rachel didn't want to think about it. She was still shaken that she had let any of it to happen at all. And, worse, that she had wanted it... That very thought brought the dark clouds back to Rachel's brain as she stayed huddled on her closet floor. The lump in her throat returned and forced her to swallow painfully. Had that truly been the beginning? Had it been what had led her to agree to-? The tears rose back and Rachel couldn't hold them off. She began to cry again softly as the memories she didn't want returned to her. And this time, she couldn't push them away with happier ones. Her cries intensified and she began to shake as she recalled the night everything began to crumble. She shut her eyes and sobbed as tears squeezed out. I'm so sorry, Becca... *** "I'm so sorry, Becca!" Rachel pushed her forehead into her friend's hair with a friendly touch. The girls were standing in the kitchen of some house party, looking over into a somewhat crowded living room across the way. On the couch were several people, laughing and joking around. But their eyes were both specifically aimed at one or two people in particular. Brad, Rebecca's ex-whatever-he-was, was smiling widely as he talked with a guy to his right. His left arm was draped around a cute blonde girl who in turn, was pretty much draped onto him. The two seemed to be getting pretty comfortable and the girl's hand was resting firmly on Brad's thigh. They both had red cups and were drinking and laughing and getting cozy with one another. "Hey, Becca. Fuck him, right?" Rachel pulled her head back and grabbed Rebecca's face to break her gaze. "You guys haven't been a thing in, like, what? Months?" Rebecca's eyes narrowed defensively and Rachel sighed. She changed her tone. "Look, I know you that you really liked him. And that you two, you know-." She giggled and poked her friend in the ribs. "But you can't do this every time you see him out. He's going to do him and you've gotta do you." She grinned and teasingly worked her fingers up Rebecca's side towards her chest. "Plus, you can't really be mad. Think of all the fun you've been having since. I even heard that you hooked up with another girl..." Rebecca shot her a wild look and smiled widely as she knocked her friend's playful fingers away from her boobs. They both paused for a second over the memory of the dorm room incident. Neither girl felt badly about it and enough time had passed that it was now an even warmer memory. It had been such an intimate moment, and further, the fact that it was a shared secret had brought them so much closer together. As she swatted Rachel's joking touch away, Rebecca flashed her eyes at her friend and gave her an evil glare. "Sweetie, if I had to list all the interesting things I've heard about you this year, I think my throat would end up sorer than yours." She stuck her tongue out at Rachel's shocked smile and spoke again before she could respond. "Example A, there's that whole situation over there." She indicated with her eyes to a different part of the room and she shook her head mockingly. "So, how many, um, coupons was it, has he redeemed to date?" Rachel reddened and her smile grew deeper as her eyes followed Rebecca's gesture towards a group of boys in the room. Among them, Jim glanced back to the girls and raised his red cup in a friendly gesture. As if he had heard Rebecca's words, he called out with a goofy grin. "Close to the end of the month! Just making sure you know!" He winked at Rachel before turning back to the group and resuming his conversation. She shook her shook her head with an embarrassed smile. She had actually found herself giving him yet another blowjob recently. That made four. Or five. She still couldn't believe she was doing it at all. It didn't make any sense. But something about Jim made her feel safe. He was silly and all but he was fun to be around, and for whatever reason, she found it hard to say no when the topic of her going down came up. Rachel raised her eyebrow at her amused friend and shook her head. "Well, I don't really have an explanation for, um, coupon boy over there, but I think most of my trouble has to do with the kind of friends I keep." Right on cue, a group of boys playing beer pong in a different part of the kitchen missed a shot and the ball bounced its way over to where the girls were standing. Rachel bent over and scooped it up, and before tossing it back, she held it near Rebecca's face and raised a playful eyebrow. "I sure hope you didn't put our names on the sign up list tonight." Rebecca grinned and replied sarcastically. "Why would I? Not only do you suck at beer pong, you actually suck more after the game as well." Rachel smirked and tossed the ball back to the waiting boys. She flashed her eyes at Rebecca and put her hands on her hips. "Oh, did you hear that, too? Well the way I heard it was the beer pong situation had something to do with this loser friend of mine who couldn't hold her liquor. If I recall, I heroically made up for a debt she created while she counted sheep like a baby." "I also heard that the guys were really hot so it was actually pretty fun. The kind of fun my poor sleeping beauty friend was on her way to having when she bitched out." She twisted her lips and shot Rebecca a satisfied grin with her rebuttal. Rebecca smiled back and sighed in concession. "Yeah, I guess I heard that part, too. It's a good thing I'm friends with such big whores." She flashed her eyes at Rachel and laughed loudly. "But you are right. That boy was fine! I think I might've fucked him if I hadn't-. Mmmmm." She shivered with pleasure. "Good thing my slutty teammate is only easy on her knees." Rachel smiled back but gulped away a wave of guilt as she remembered that afternoon at the beach. She had been talked into giving blowjobs to both of the boys after the game, but what scared her was she had allowed one of them to begin to have sex with her. She never did that and she still didn't know why she had agreed. The moment had just been so hot and she'd simply lost control. Had it not been for Rebecca's timely awakening, things might have really spiraled away. And even though Rachel thought back on it all with a bit of fear and regret, she also felt tingles of excitement. Even desire. She shook her head and cleared the thought. "Yeah well, I aim to please." Rachel grinned, but her expression quickly dropped as she saw her friend's eyes again go towards Brad on the couch. She sighed, knowing the view was hurting Rebecca, but she was also beginning to get annoyed with her friend. Brad didn't owe Rebecca anything. They had never really even been an official couple or anything. And Rebecca was clearly having her own fun and plenty of it. They were both free to do what they wanted and neither of them should've been expecting anything from the other, regardless of any lingering feelings either of them might still be having. But Rachel did feel protective over her friend and her eyes flashed as her brain lit up with a plan. She watched as the blonde girl snuggled up to Brad leaned in and whispered something into his ear. He nodded and rubbed her on the shoulder as she started to stand up. Rachel watched the girl get to her feet and turn towards on a door in the hallway. The bathroom. Rachel smiled evilly at Rebecca and winked. She'd help her friend out here. She waited until the very second she saw the bathroom door open before springing into action. At that moment, she moved quickly across the kitchen and directly towards the couch. The group of people sitting there were passing around a joint and it had made its way over to Brad. Just as he raised his hand to reach for it, Rachel slid through, plopped herself down in the now unoccupied space, and leaned jokingly into Brad's side. She beat his reach and grabbed the joint from the passing boy and gave him a friendly wink. The boy smiled back and nodded and Rachel watched his eyes flick quickly to her chest. Spring was still fresh and the weather brisk, but it was usually warm inside at these parties so Rachel had discarded her jacket and was now only wearing a tight, powder blue t-shirt with a plunging neckline. Her cleavage was firmly on display and she had already received plenty of looks during the evening. She grinned at the boy and winked again before turning to Brad and bringing the joint to her lips. As she inhaled with a smile, Brad gave her a completely stunned look. She'd come out of nowhere, hopped in the spot he was saving, and grabbed the joint right from under his fingertips. His surprised expression faded into a smile however as he saw her beautiful eyes flashing at him. His gaze dropped momentarily to the front of her shirt. Gotcha, Rachel thought. "Rachel, what are you-? Where did you even come from?" He laughed lightly. "And what's with jumping the line here?" He nodded to the joint in her fingers. Rachel was holding her breath from the inhale and she let the smoke out slowly as she smiled at him. When she had fully exhaled, she cocked her head and pushed her lips out in a mock pout. "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. I guess I didn't even see you there. Just had to get off my feet for a sec." She flashed her eyes at him again as she saw his gaze drop nervously to her chest once more. "But you're right, line cutters are no good. Here, let me help you out." Keeping her eyes on his, Rachel brought the joint back to her lips and inhaled deeply. She pulled it back away and indicated teasingly with her finger for him to come closer. Brad hesitated but slowly leaned towards her face. Giving him a playful wink, Rachel pressed her lips into his and slowly opened her mouth. Brad registered what she was doing and opened his mouth in response as Rachel smoothly blew the smoke into him with their lips locked. When it was all out, she remained pressed to him for an extra second before pulling off roughly and giving him a playful touch on his nose. Rachel knew that Brad found her attractive, and truthfully, the feeling was pretty much mutual. From the moment she had walked in on him and Rebecca having sex that night back in the fall, she had found herself engaged in her familiar bad habit of picturing him sexually. And while it had been in an awful context, she recalled the night she had hooked up with Matt and how she knew he had been relaying the tale of her "talents" to Brad. She had noticed him looking at her a little harder ever since. And while he had never overtly suggested anything to her due to her closeness with Rebecca, she could tell he wanted it bad. So it was a slightly cruel thing she was doing to him now, but it was for a righteous purpose. On cue, both Rachel and Brad heard a throat clear. Rachel turned her head up, but kept one hand on Brad's chest as she looked up at the blonde girl who had returned from the bathroom. She was pretty and had a nice body and Rachel had seen Brad definitely getting cozy with her. But Rachel also knew Brad would choose her ten times out of ten if he thought there was a chance. Rachel shot the girl a mock look of confusion and smiled. "Can I help you?" "Can you-?" The girl scowled at Rachel before turning her glare to Brad. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" She crossed her arms across her chest. Brad almost choked as he coughed out the smoke that Rachel had breathed into his mouth. He continued to cough while he struggled to regain his composure. He voice finally came out, wheezy and strained. "No, no! We were just-." He looked at Rachel for help. "She just came out of nowhere! Look you got it all-, we were just, um." He trailed off but held up the joint as an offer of explanation. Rachel played along slickly as well. "Yeah, we were just taking a quick hit. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-." The girl's face flashed and she set her jaw. "Yeah, um, I saw what you were doing." She shot Brad another vicious glare and shook her head. "Unbelievable." She turned and began to walk out of the room in a huff. "Wha-?? No! Wait, I'm serious! We weren't-. Shit!" Brad started to stand as he looked back at Rachel with confusion. She gave him her best innocent face and pout. "I'm so sorry! I didn't even know anyone had been there. I was just walking by and saw and open seat so I-." She shrugged deeply, pushing her chest out ever so slightly. "My bad." Brad stared at her for a second before shaking his head and getting up off the couch. He handed the joint to the next guy and quickly moved in the direction the blonde girl had stormed off. He called after her in vain. Rachel did everything she could to suppress her giggle until he disappeared. As soon as he rounded a corner, she shot her eyes back towards Rebecca in the kitchen and burst out laughing. Rebecca was doubled over in laughter as well and Rachel excitedly hopped off the couch to rejoin her friend. The girls embraced in a giggly hug and remained unable to speak for a few seconds. Finally Rebecca drew in a breath and spoke. "Rach! Oh my God, that was fucking beautiful! You are a like an artist. The look on his face!" She started laughing again. "Oh my God. I can't. I just can't!" Rachel smiled back brightly. She felt good about helping her friend. She did feel a little bad about messing Brad up but she was sure it would be okay. It was more a gesture of support than an attack on him. And if Brad couldn't smooth it over and explain, well, that was his fault. Right? Her guilt lingered slightly but eventually subsided. The hours went on at the party the girls found themselves in different parts of the house. Rachel had driven them so she wasn't really drinking. Rebecca, on the other hand, was drinking plenty, and before long it appeared that she had forgotten all about Brad. Rachel spied her cozying up with some other boy, talking closely in the corner of a room. She smiled. She was happy Rebecca had stopped moping and worrying about everything. She liked when her friend showed her wild, more upbeat side. It energized them both. She grinned warmly again and looked away, wondering suddenly if she should go find some fun of her own. She hadn't been drinking much but she had taken those few hits and her eyes went back towards the couch. The same boys who had been passing the joint were still there, but most others had cleared out. Rachel was careful about drinking and driving (well, she tried to be careful anyway) but she had no qualms about getting high and still driving home safely. She even felt she was a better driver under the circumstances. She smiled and made her way back to the couch and sat down. It wasn't too long after that Rebecca reappeared and plopped down next to her friend with a toothy grin. After giving Rachel a happy, buzzed hug, she told her that she had found a friend and that she didn't need a ride home anymore. Rachel glanced over towards the boy she had seen her with earlier. She didn't like letting her friend go off with some random, but she knew this boy. He was a nice guy and she recognized him from school. Her lips curled into an impressed smile. He was also very cute. Plus, it wasn't her job to be Rebecca's keeper. Good for you, Becca, she thought with satisfaction. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Rebecca give her a friendly air-kiss and giggle out some parting words. "Okay, well we're gonna go. Be good, sweetie! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Rebecca paused and grinned at her devilishly as she stood. "Or anyone." Rachel laughed at her joke and rolled her eyes. She nodded as Rebecca grabbed her coat and began to make her way back over to her new friend who was waiting by the door. Just as she joined him, Rachel cleared her throat and called out. "Have fun! And call me tomorrow. I wanna hear all about it!" The girls locked eyes and grinned at each other with warm unspoken communication. Time stood still for a few seconds before Rebecca finally broke her bright smile with a wink and turned away. The door shut behind her and she was gone. Prom Ch. 13: Forbidden Fruit *** Rachel's jaw tightened and she pushed her chin roughly between her bent knees. Her eyes flicked nervously around her closet as the memories swirled. Digging deep, she shut her eyes tight as her brow rippled with anxious tension. She recalled how she'd been so excited that night for the next time she'd be seeing her friend. She'd imagined it would likely be the next day. The girls would get together and debrief over their respective nights. Rebecca would surely have some fun story about that boy. And maybe Rachel would have a silly tale of her own. They'd giggle and laugh and roll their eyes. And they'd smile. Smile at each other. The strained tightness in Rachel's jaw cracked as another sob leaked out and began a new round of crying. She could still picture Rebecca's face at that moment she'd left the party. It was a blurry image now but she could see it when she concentrated. Her wavy, dark hair and that playful, mischievous smile illuminated by a pair of dancing green eyes. The warmth. The love. Rachel trembled softly and dug her fingers back through her hair. She wished desperately that the image was clearer. Because it was the last time her friend had ever looked at her that way. *** After Rebecca left, Rachel remained in her comfy seat on the couch for some time. She made small talk with the boys around her and joked and laughed as she joined the circle of smokers. She realized she had been there for a while when she looked around the room and noticed the party had thinned out considerably. She also realized that there were definitely some people she didn't recognize. Some kids from a different school. Xavier, maybe. Beyond that, some faces she recognized and some she didn't. But she was feeling pleasantly high and mellow as she leaned back deeply into the couch cushion. Her powder blue shirt had gotten several more lustful looks and her tight dark jeans complimented the outfit nicely. But strangely, none of these boys had actually approached her and she felt a slight tinge of disappointment that she hadn't gotten to flirt or potentially have any fun of her own. Outside of her little act with Brad, of course... "Well I hope you're happy." Rachel jerked her head up to the side towards a voice she hadn't even realized was there. She widened her eyes but then grinned innocently as she saw Brad's smiling face looking down at her. She noticed he was alone and the small feeling of guilt hit her stomach again. Had she screwed him up with that girl? She raised her brow and gave him her best act. She didn't want him to figure out that it had been intentional. Then she'd really feel bad. "What are you talking about?" Brad shook his head and plopped down on the couch next to her, almost onto her lap. She tensed a bit as she felt his body push up against hers. "I'm talking about you having the worst timing I've ever seen. Your little line jumping maneuver screwed me over pretty good with that chick. I definitely had her-." He stopped and smiled. His eyes darted quickly over Rachel's body and he laughed. "Whatever. You owe me though!" Rachel gave him a playful shove and rolled her eyes. "Hey, I'm sorry about your, well, whatever she was. But I don't owe you anything. I saw an open seat and sat my butt down. End of story." "Yeah, you and your butt." Brad grinned at her. "Sorry, but I'm not buying it. I'll decide later what you owe me." Rachel felt herself tense again. Brad had never actually made direct insinuations towards her before, due to Rebecca. She was pretty high and she wondered if maybe she was misreading him, but it appeared that he was eying her up pretty good and being kind of suggestive. Smoking weed didn't have the same inhibition-killing effects on Rachel as drinking did, but it did make her feel warm and relaxed. Plus, while she didn't admit this to anyone, it also accentuated her pleasure when she actually was hooking up. It just made all of the sensations more intense. So while it didn't make her more likely to give in to someone's advances, it did make her enjoy it more when she did. She leaned back away from Brad as she again registered their closeness. She had definitely gone a bit far with her joke on him earlier and she didn't want him to get any ideas now. She did feel guilty about messing up his shot with the other girl but that didn't mean she was going to step into her shoes. She thought Brad was cute, but she wasn't going to do that to Rebecca, no matter how ridiculous she felt her friend was being about the whole situation. Straightening up and shifting her weight, she shot Brad a serious, but still playful, expression. "I don't know what crazy thoughts are going through that head, but you can stop that train right no-." Rachel froze as a voice cut her off and interrupted her. A shiver went down her spine and she held in her breath at the familiar sound. She swallowed and brought her gaze in the direction of the sound. "Hey, hey, what are you kids talking about?" Matt. Rachel felt every muscle in her body tense up as Matt plopped down happily on the couch next to Brad. His eyes met hers and he flashed a cautious (but not entirely worried) smile at her. Rachel pulled her head back and felt her jaw tighten. She smiled back weakly and moved her hand reflexively to cover her cleavage. Rachel hadn't seen Matt too much since the ugly night they had met. She had stewed with regret about what she'd done for him and she had been pretty sure that she'd never speak another word to him again. However, to his credit, he'd approached both her and Rebecca one night at a party a few weeks later and genuinely apologized to them both. He'd told them that he knew he had been an asshole and he didn't expect them to forgive him but he hoped that they didn't hate him. The girls had just stared back blankly and he'd walked away with a nod. And he hadn't really bothered them since. Rebecca had cursed his name the second he'd left and said explicit things about what he could do with himself. Rachel had still been angry at him as well, but she hadn't had the same humiliating encounter that her friend had had. So while she was residually angry at him through Rebecca, his offer at a truce seemed at least reasonable. She had no interest in being friendly with him but she decided that she had better things to waste her energy on than hating him passionately like Rebecca did. She had seen Matt once or twice since his apology and had even exchanged a polite greeting each time. She didn't want him around, but she could be civil if he was making the effort as well. But this was the most directly he had ever engaged her since. He'd interrupted her talking and just plopped down on the couch like the three of them were old friends. Rachel didn't really like it but she again decided she wouldn't make a big deal of anything if he didn't. Rebecca wasn't there so there was no need to lock arms with her friend and pick up the pitchforks. Rachel loved her friend to death but Rebecca could get so emotional and passionate and sometimes having to cosign onto all of her issues could be exhausting. She understood why she hated Matt so she didn't blame her at all. But the Brad thing, and a few others, had sometimes left her rolling her eyes but keeping her mouth shut. As Rachel worked through her thoughts, Brad sensed the tension and moved to try to diffuse it. "Oh, nothing. Just discussing with Rachel how her little stunt completely cock-blocked me with Sarah. God, she was pissed, huh bro? She made it sound like she walked in on me and Rachel-." Bread paused and shot Rachel a grin. She tensed excitedly at his suggestive words. He wasn't implying anything, but simply putting the image out there made it feel a little more real. Rachel was already mellowed out nicely and Brad's words immediately forced her to picture herself kneeling in front of him somewhere. She tingled again and shook her head at the image. No, Rachel... She cleared her throat and laughed sarcastically as she explained again how she had done nothing wrong. Matt jumped in and made a little joke which Rachel strangely found herself smiling at. She remembered how quick Matt had been with his words the night they'd met when he'd successfully deflected her tirade. He was slick, and as it turned out, pretty funny. She felt herself relax and soon she was smiling in surprise at how the easily the three of them got along as they laughed and joked over the next several minutes. They each smoked a bit more, and despite it being a very odd grouping, the air felt light and breezy. They had been talking for maybe fifteen minutes when Matt leaned forward and raised an eyebrow at his friend. "So, what is it exactly that you think she owes you again?" Rachel swallowed at his words and felt her stomach flutter as he continued to take the conversation back to a more suggestive place. "You know, because, there are some things that she does pretty well..." Matt glanced over at Rachel and gave her the slightest hint of a knowing nod. They had been laughing together for a while now and this was the warmest she'd been towards him since they had met. He didn't want to piss her off but he felt comfortable in taking a playful leap. He couldn't help it. It was how he was. Rachel sucked in a breath and nearly coughed as she took in his words and the impact of what he was implying. She felt a rush of electricity run through her and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She could suddenly picture herself in that bathroom that night. Her low-cut white sweater and short skirt. Her bare knees pressed against the cold, hard tile. Her palms resting against Matt's thighs. Her mouth-. She shuddered with a rush of confusing arousal. It was wrong and she didn't like Matt at all, but her body was betraying her. Memories like that always turned her on in a reflexive, primal way. And the mellowing effects of her smoking were only accentuating the feelings. Brad swallowed hard at his friend's bold move. He half-expected Rachel to get off the couch and storm away. Or yell at Matt again. He held his breath and locked his eyes onto her. She looked a bit startled but a faint expression of relaxation crossed her face. It was almost a smirk. And she wasn't getting up. He felt himself stir as the thought crossed his mind as well. Trying to hide his own nervousness, he responded. "Well, I, um-. I sadly wouldn't know about all that. But she definitely has some debt here. You know how Sarah is. She definitely would've given me a-." He cut himself off with a hard swallow. Rachel had sucked in a breath and her chest was quivering gently. Brad knew that he and Matt were toeing a dangerous line making suggestive comments about blowjobs in front of her. He decided to back off, even though the thoughts were making him surge. Matt, however, had no such internal sensor that told him when he was pushing too far. It sometimes got him in trouble, but it also led him to get things he never would have gotten otherwise. Some pretty great things. And one of those things was sitting a few feet away from him. He spoke again. "Yeah, I do know how Sarah is. But lemme be crystal clear that the girl sitting next to you is a serious upgrade in that department. In fact, she's even an upgrade over another girl I think you used to know..." Matt gritted his teeth. He almost got off on pushing farther and farther. It was like an exciting game to him. And he knew they both knew what girl he was referring to. Brad sucked his breath in deeply and widened his eyes. His stomach twisted as he glanced nervously at Rachel to assess her impending reaction. He winced at Matt's implication but he otherwise stayed frozen and silent. Rachel, on the other hand, was no longer registering cautious amusement. Her jaw clenched and her brows narrowed into a vicious scowl as she straightened up from her relaxed position and turned her body to face Matt directly. She brought her hand up and pointed at him menacingly as her voice came out in a low but forceful tone. "Don't you even think her name," she spat. "I can't even believe you would say-." She swallowed hard and smirked with condescension. "Yeah, don't worry about her. She's doing just fine. In fact, I'd say she's probably doing really fucking fine right about now." Rachel's words cut sharply through the air as she fiercely defended her friend. She was practically bragging about Rebecca's likely-occurring hookup with the boy she had found earlier. Her intention was to make Rebecca look powerful and superior to Matt. She wanted to stomp out his crude and degrading roundabout reference to what he'd done with her. She felt her words hit their mark as she watched him recoil in a bit of a panic. She was about to reload and fire again when she flicked her fiery eyes over to Brad's face. She inhaled deeply and stopped herself as her stomach twisted. Brad's eyes were full of surprised hurt and she realized suddenly that her barbs done more damage to him than to Matt. She'd just brazenly admitted that Rebecca had been doing just fine without him and insinuated that she was probably fucking some other guy at that very moment. She remembered that despite Rebecca's strange jealousy towards Brad now, she had been the one who'd ended their relationship. Not him. Of course, plenty of blame rightfully belonged on his shoulders, but he had seemed genuinely hurt when she'd cut him out. She'd drunkenly had sex with him once or twice since their "breakup" and while Rachel could vividly recall the all-night crying sessions that followed each time, she realized that their encounters may have hurt and confused Brad every bit as much. And now, on the heels of gleefully ruining his chances with some other girl out of sport, Rachel was indirectly twisting the knife deeper into Brad's stomach. She suddenly felt terrible and she gave him a sorrowful, apologetic look. Ignoring Matt for the moment, she leaned back into Brad and put a hand on his chest. "Oh sweetie, look. I'm sorry! I didn't mean that-." She paused as she fumbled over her words, feeling like such a bitch. "I know that you two, um, well, I don't know. All I'm saying is that you shouldn't worry about her. She's doing fi-." Rachel stopped again as she realized she was just making it worse. God! What was she doing to the poor boy? She should've just stayed out of the whole thing and left him alone. Now she was actually trying to comfort him just as she'd comforted Rebecca for the same reasons earlier. It was exhausting and ridiculous. She put her hand to his face and adjusted his gaze to face her. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Really." She felt a little better as she saw his sad expression give way to the beginnings of a gentle smile. He nodded subtly. "Nah, it's okay. Thanks." Rachel smiled in return and began to pull back when she noticed Brad's eyes fall to her chest again, this time lingering for a moment. She swallowed hard and felt a surge in her jeans. He was definitely looking at her with more than a touch of desire and the view he had was nothing if not enticing. Her shirt neckline was already dangerously low, and in her twisted position, she had pushed her boobs up together making her cleavage pop out even further. A gold heart locket rested gently on her chest and it rose and fell hypnotically with her breath. She tingled again as his eyes came back to hers. A dirty vision flashed across her brain. During various girl-talk sessions, Rebecca had (on more than one occasion) mentioned how much she loved Brad's dick. She said it was a nice size and shape and she just liked it. Liked it inside her. She said Brad knew what he was doing when they had sex and the thought had always gotten Rachel a little hot seeing as she could literally picture the act after she'd walked in on them that night at that party. She trembled as she took stock of the situation. She was definitely in a more intimate position with Brad than she'd ever been. She was almost pushed up against him and he was very clearly undressing her with his eyes. She quickly pictured her mouth on him and shivered at the sensation of how it might feel. How he might taste. Due to Rebecca, Brad had always had a bit of a forbidden fruit quality to him. And now she was sitting up close to him and the innuendo of her giving him a blowjob had been put into the air several times during the conversation. She also felt a large pit forming in her stomach as her guilt over toying with him earlier and flaunting Rebecca's status continued to flood through her. Brad was smiling at her weakly but she knew she had hurt him. She felt like maybe she did owe him... Matt broke her thoughts with a stammering apology. "Look, I'm-. Yo, don't listen to me. I'm sorry. Sometimes I just say stupid shit. I didn't mean to-." He looked down towards his feet in a rare moment of speechless embarrassment. Rachel glanced over at him and sighed. She almost felt a little bad for him, too. God, why did she feel such ridiculous ways? He had just been a dick but she now felt guilty for yelling at him. And Brad! Brad was a big boy and she didn't owe him anything. Yet, as she looked over both boys, she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd been the one who'd done something wrong. She couldn't believe the words as they trickled from her lips. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry, too." She flinched in disbelief. She was apologizing? For what?? For calling Matt on his bullshit? For rightfully defending her friend whom he had humiliated? She hadn't even really yelled at him! She'd simply responded firmly. What was wrong with her? Rachel looked back at Brad and held in her breath as she again caught his eyes on her chest. He was still smiling weakly but a slight sparkle was back in his eye. He gave her a little grin and spoke. "So, um, an upgrade, huh?" He said it cautiously but he was also coursing with nervous excitement as he took in her body and pictured her sucking his dick. Truthfully, he had pictured it many, many times before. But this was different. It had always been an impossible fantasy due to his situation with Rebecca. But now? He stirred again. Rachel's eyes widened and she pulled away from him. She searched his face wildly as she comprehended his first ever direct suggestion to her. She broke into a nervous smile and raised an eyebrow like he was making a joke. She started to speak when Matt cut her off. "Dude, for real! Believe me, we both know what 'whatshername' is capable of, but this one here?" He smiled brightly at both of them and exhaled with a shake of his head. "Definite upgrade. You definitely gotta get a little of that." Rachel shot Matt an incredulous look, and although it didn't really reflect her feelings, she found herself letting a surprised smile form on her face. She couldn't believe the two of them were talking about her like that. Right in front of her! Just casually discussing the caliber of her blowjobs. Matt recommending her to his friend like he was making a movie suggestion. Her brain suddenly flashed back to the night she had been with Matt and how he had begun to practically offer her up to the guy who had knocked on the door while they'd been in the bathroom. She had slickly played it off but she'd been shocked at how brazen he'd been. It had insulted her but also strangely turned her on. Even through it was the crudest and most hollow form of flattery, it was still a way of him complimenting her. And now he was doing it again, overtly encouraging Brad to try to talk her into parting her lips for him. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt equal surges of nervousness, excitement, and arousal. But she wasn't really going to-. Prom Ch. 13: Forbidden Fruit She let out a laugh and shook her head at Matt. "Excuse me? You know I'm sitting right here, right? Like, you can see me?" She turned back towards Brad and gave him a playful hit on his chest. "Brad!" She said his name with a shocked tone. "C'mon! Really? There is no way that I'm-. Are you seriously even thinking this? Oh my God!" She brought her voice to a tight whisper. "Um, Rebecca!" Brad stiffened his jaw but kept his eyes on her. Speaking a bit solemnly, he responded. "You were the one that just said that she was doing just fine." He was playing up his somber tone for effect but he had been genuinely wounded by her earlier words. "It, um, didn't sound like she really gives a shit anymore, right?" Rachel felt her stomach twist again. She had to get out of this. But her head was hazy as the smoke coursed through her brain. She wasn't as sharp as normal. And even at her sharpest she'd never been very good at talking her way out of such things. "Brad, that's not what I-. Look, you're both doing your own thing, right? You guys don't owe each other anything. And from what I saw earlier, you weren't exactly thinking about her eith-." Rachel froze with terror as she caught her mistake. She cursed herself under held breath and watched his face for a sign. Oh shit. Oh God, please, please don't let him pick up on-. Brad stiffened and raised his head up as the smile left his face. Giving her a look of confusion, he smirked and spoke back. "What you saw earlier? So you saw Sarah and I-? Shit, Rachel! You did it on purpose? Why? Did Rebecca tell you to? Was it just for fun?" He pulled back further and shook his head. "I can't believe-." Rachel felt her face get hot as she panicked and raced back over her error. Fuck! Why had she said that? Now she really felt like a bitch. Over the course of the evening she had intentionally messed up Brad's chances and then thrown his ex's current happiness in his face. All the while teasing him with the knowledge that he definitely wanted her and likely had for some time. She felt guilty and nervous as she struggled to avoid digging herself deeper. She absolutely could not-. "Brad, no, look-. Well, I mean, yes. But I was just-. It was just supposed to be funny! I didn't think she'd storm off! I thought it was, like, I don't know-." She trailed off and looked at him desperately. She was floundering. Brad again let his eyes fall across her body before looking her directly at her face. He spoke solemnly. "Rachel, look at you. You think you'd be okay with it if you had been her? You practically jumped in my lap and kissed me. And it was all just a game? Wow." He shook his head and looked away. Matt had been silently watching the exchange and was completely amused. On the one hand, Rachel's strong protests were interesting in comparison to how she easily she had given herself up to him that time. But on the other hand, this was a different situation. Would she really let herself be talked or guilted into giving her best friend's ex a blowjob? Just like that that? Matt felt his excitement grow as he watched it all unfold. Maybe, just maybe, he could talk her into something with him again... Rachel sighed deeply and looked down at her lap. What was she going to do? She could not, could NOT, hook up with this boy. Not him. He wasn't Rebecca's boyfriend but it would still be a big-time betrayal. She surged unexpectedly at the wrongness of it. She had hooked up with a few girls' boyfriends before, and while she'd hated herself for it, the initial feelings of shame and regret always morphed into arousal at doing something wrong. But this was different. This was her friend. Her best friend. She sighed again as her head continued to spin. But Brad wasn't Rebecca's property! It was different in that way, too. And Rebecca was definitely off somewhere enjoying herself with another boy. Another boy who clearly wasn't the first since she'd been with since Brad. Hell, Rachel had been present for a handful herself. Was this really off limits? She knew the answer in her head but her body was fighting it hard. She was definitely intrigued by the thought of getting with him and she knew she would enjoy it incredibly. And she had ran that other girl off for no other reason than the sport of it. Was that fair? Fair. She looked back at Brad and tried again. "Look, I'm sorry. It didn't seem like such a bad-. Look, I'm a bitch okay? That was a mean thing to do and I didn't need to do it. But I'm not just going to-. It's not that I don't want-." She stopped abruptly, not wanting to reveal that she would actually do it if there wasn't a good reason not to. But Brad had caught her second slip and he stirred again. His heart was pounding at the very possibility. He spoke firmly. "It's not that you don't want to what?" Rachel looked at him pleadingly. She was caught. "Brad, I didn't mean-." Rachel felt her stomach flip as she started to give in. She was pulsing now with the realization that she might actually do this thing. This thing that was so wrong. She gasped reflexively and noticed her thumb and fingers were rubbing together roughly. She was turned on and completely melting. "I, um-." She cut off with a deep inhale and her eyes widened in fear. Brad wasn't going to wait for her to mumble out an excuse. He was making his move. Unable to fight the wrongness of the situation either, he leaned his face in and brought his lips to hers. For the second time of the night. Rachel whimpered and electricity shot through her body as she felt his touch. She was completely frozen and her mind went blank. Unlike their earlier moment when she'd shotgunned the smoke into his mouth, this was not an innocent game. Without thinking, she spread her lips and kissed him back as another low moan floated out. In an instant, she came back to her senses and withdrew harshly from their embrace. She pushed him away and shot him a wild, scared look. His eyes matched her expression, but in addition to fear, she also saw desire. Lust. She swallowed hard to steady herself. Her stomach was twisting violently as panicked, excitement ran through her veins. "Brad! No! What are you-? We cannot do-." She cut off and glanced around the room nervously as she felt her stomach drop again. Shit! Had anyone just seen them? Her panicky thoughts subsided momentarily as she realized that there weren't too many people left. Very few familiar faces. Maybe they'd be okay. Maybe. She looked back at Brad, who still hadn't moved or spoken. His mouth was still hanging open slightly and she could see the arousal in his eyes. And as much as it frightened her, she was feeling it again, too. Their kiss, while only lasting a second, had been piercingly intense. She had to get away from him or she wasn't sure what she'd do. Mumbling something about needing air, Rachel quickly got to her feet and looked around the room. Her eyes fell on the bathroom door across the way; the same one Brad's friend had gone in earlier. She swallowed and made a beeline for it, painfully aware of the boys' eyes on her as she left. She reached the bathroom and stepped inside with a start. She closed the door behind her and leaned over the sink, shutting her eyes tight. After a few deep breaths, she opened them again and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She was breathing deeply and her chest was heaving to the pace. She shook her head in disbelief. Dammit! What had she just done? She turned on the sink and extended her fingertips under the cool stream of water. Letting it run cold for a few seconds, she brought both hands down and cupped a small puddle. She leaned in further and splashed it onto her face, shivering at the icy sensation. The door to the bathroom opened suddenly, but with the water running and her head down and eyes closed, she never even noticed. It was the sound of the door closing that finally snapped her to attention. She looked up in a panic and froze again as she saw Brad standing behind her. His eyes were still wild and nervous and he was looking at her with a burning intensity. She spun around to face him and she started to say something in response to his presence. But no sound ever came out. Brad again leaned in and this time he pulled her body into his. His lips met hers and they both kissed with enthusiasm. Rachel sighed pleasurably and opened her mouth as she felt Brad's tongue probe closer. She swirled her tongue around his and reached for his head to grab ahold. She felt him push her body back into the counter as he kissed her more forcefully. A tremor rippled between her legs. It was wrong and terrible but she simply couldn't stop. Brad was apparently a pretty good kisser, and in her state of heightened awareness, everything felt better. He smelled and tasted good and she shuddered as his hands slid down her body and ran firmly across the back of her jeans. She moaned through their kisses and let herself sink further into the sensation. She was losing control. They continued to make-out for a minute or two but another sound finally startled Rachel from her deep thoughts. It was the click of the door lock. Brad had reached out and pushed the button in without breaking his pace. Rachel's eyes opened and she pulled back from his face as her gaze darted to the door. The implication of why he was locking them in hit her strongly and made her legs shake. The image popped back into her head and she looked back up at him desperately. She knew what he wanted and she trembled as she realized she was close to giving it to him. As wrong as it was, they were already crossing that line. She was so turned on from his kissing and touches and the earlier innuendo of going down on him was now firmly stuck in her brain. Every part of her wanted to do it, except for the one, horrified voice inside that was screaming desperately for her to stop. She couldn't do this to Rebecca. Was she really that stupid?? But as Brad brought his hands back to her body, the voice began to get drowned out. She whimpered as his hands found the sides of her breasts and gently rubbed her. She knew what Brad (and all boys, really) thought of her boobs and she was sure he'd imagined her naked many times. Truthfully, she'd done the same to him once or twice. The image flashed through her brain and made her surge. Without thinking, her hands went to his waist. Her fingers trembled and her brain stopped working as she located the buckle on his belt. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears and her throat went completely dry. As she slipped his belt back through the loop, she glanced to her side at their reflections in the mirror. She trembled as the image made it all the more real. Brad was several inches taller than her and his white button-down shirt reflected in the light. Rachel's powder blue t-shirt looked even more revealing in the brightness and she could even see the few faint freckles on her chest as she watched her breasts rise and fall in nervous excitement. She looked up at Brad's face in the mirror and caught his tense smile. He definitely wanted it bad, but he was nervous too. Probably a bit conflicted. Not at much as she was, but he had feelings for Rebecca of his own. With a swallow, she returned her eyes to what she was doing just as she undid the front button on his jeans. She flicked her hair to the side and deftly moved her small fingers to his zipper and slid it down slowly. She pushed his body back and positioned them both so that she was now standing over a soft rug. She inhaled deeply and looked up at his face with serious, pleading eyes. She spoke barely above a whisper. "She can't know, okay?" Brad swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. I know." Rachel sighed and grabbed ahold of the front of his jeans. Still gripping them, she lowered herself slowly to her knees onto the soft mat. With a firm tug, she brought his jeans down to his thighs and rose back up to look at him. He was wearing dark red boxer briefs and he was clearly straining against them. She sighed again. Her entire body shook. With a trembling motion, Rachel tucked her fingers into his waistband and began to pull the cotton material down. She revealed him inch by inch and inhaled gently as his dick swung free in front of her face. She tilted her head and slid his underwear down to his jeans before straightening up and taking in her view. Brad did have a nice penis. It was fairly long and well-shaped. He wasn't closely shaved but he had trimmed neatly and Rachel felt a jolt as she was now finally seeing something that she had pictured many times during Rebecca's talks. Rebecca. Rachel felt her head swim and guilt flooded her brain as she thought about what she was doing. Was she really going to give Brad a blowjob? Him? She could never tell Rebecca and that made her feel uncomfortable. The girls had gotten so close and this was 100% a bad idea. Even if Rebecca had no claim on him, she still should have never even entertained the thought. She felt dread at the idea of Rebecca finding out. What would she say? She tried to push it all away as she looked back up at Brad's face. He was breathing heavily and was clearly lost in arousal. She realized she was doing this out of guilt, and once again, a compulsive need to make things fair. But she was also aroused herself. Her impaired state was making every sensation stronger and she knew the second she put her lips on him, she would feel it between her legs. She'd had sex and given head while high before and it had always been an intense, incredible experience. Rachel shivered as she thought of how she'd feel in just a moment. God, she was seconds away. She gave Brad one final wide-eyed look and brought her gaze straight ahead. She reached her hand out and grabbed ahold of him as he bucked slightly at her touch. She began to tug on him gently and she inhaled as he groaned in pleasure at the sensation. He was already pretty hard and her warmup rubs were bringing him all the way home. As her palm ran over his head, she felt a slight bit of wetness already there. She knew he'd likely been struggling with arousal since they'd been on the couch. He'd been looking down her shirt and they'd basically been discussing her giving him a blowjob. The image must've been killing him. But it was about to be more than an image. With a final feeling of conflicted excitement, Rachel leaned in close and opened her mouth. As he slid past her lips and over her tongue, she surged with terrified arousal. Ding! It was official. She was sucking his dick. She dragged her lips back and let him slide partially out. She then opened wider and took him back in as he gasped loudly. She tucked some hair behind her ear with her free hand and narrowed her eyes in annoyance. In her haze, she had forgotten to pull her hair back and it was falling freely back in front of her face. She leaned back and let him fall from her lips as she rocked onto to her ankles. She brought her hands to her head and drew her hair up into a neat ponytail. As she tied it, she watched Brad's gaze again go to her cleavage. She sighed. It was clear that he had been lusting after her body for quite some time. She didn't really want to get naked but she was also always wanted the experience to be as enjoyable as possible. She thought about it for a second and made a decision. Her neckline was low enough that she could stretch her shirt down a bit. Keeping her eyes on his, she reached to her chest and pulled the front of her shirt and her bra down firmly. She gave a slight wiggle and heard Brad suck in his breath as her boobs popped free of their confines and rested outside of her now bunched-up shirt. She felt a little silly with her tits kind of jutting out awkwardly but Brad's expression didn't seem to convey any disappointment. While they'd probably be a better sight hanging free and unencumbered, seeing Rachel's bare chest in any form was something he had only fantasized about. Rachel watched him bring one had down to her and she rose up higher off her ankles to make it easier for him. She exhaled as she felt his hand cup and squeeze her left breast. He was in heaven, kneading and rubbing it around like an eager middle-schooler getting to second base for the first time. Rachel wondered if she should stop him but she figured she should let him have his fun and she decided to get back to work. Pushing past his extended arm, she leaned in again and took him back into her mouth. He was fully hard now so she began to move into a rhythm and bob her head and neck back and forth with familiar skill. She sucked on him with smooth firmness and her arousal made dizzying jumps as it took power from her high state of mind. She began making gentle moans as she worked him between her lips Brad was in ecstasy. He had imagined this feeling so many times but it was better than he had ever dreamed. It had happened so fast, too. One minute he'd been joking with her on the couch and the next she was kneeling on a bathroom mat in front of him. He recalled how easily Matt had talked her into a similar situation, as well as the many other stories and rumors he'd heard about her willingness to please. But now that he was experiencing it himself, it seemed unreal. His hookups with Rebecca had been mind-blowing and he truly missed them (and her) very much. But even when they had been going on, a small part of him had always fantasized about Rachel. He had even let himself dream of the possibility of a threesome with the two girls, but he'd never been bold enough to suggest it. It wasn't that he thought they were prudes. Far from it. But Rebecca could be so fiery and the smallest things often set her off. So Brad knew it was an idiotic idea to make any implication that could potentially lead to her feeling insecure about herself versus her equally attractive best friend. And as he watched Rachel work, and felt every pleasurable sensation she was delivering to him, he understood why Rebecca might have felt such a way. Rachel was simply on another level when it came to this. She was drawing him in so forcefully, but with such a controlled lack of effort. She was clearly into it but there was no struggle or any false moves. Every motion she made was the correct one. And she was so damn hot that just the vision of her sucking him off was enough to drive him to the edge. Brad felt his free hand clench and unclench into fists as pleasure coursed through his body. Down on the floor, Rachel was steadily blowing him and beginning to get more and more into her work. Her lips made gentle squeaking noises and her pleasurable moans were accentuating the experience for both people. Brad was still eagerly rubbing her breasts with his one hand and the force of his squeezes made Rachel want to dig in harder herself. She brought her hands up and roughly dragged her fingernails along his thighs before gripping his hips tightly. Using his body as a support, she was able to increase her speed and intensity. His dick felt so good in her mouth. She exhaled audibly and slid her hands further around behind Brand and grabbed ahold of his ass. She was now almost pushing his body further into her as she sucked him. Her arousal was climbing and all the mixed emotions (in combination with her altered state) were making her feel hot and excited in strange ways. Even the awful feelings of guilt over what was happening were working to arouse her. Brad was now gasping loudly and his reactions were driving Rachel up the wall. She wanted him to feel so good and she wanted him to absolutely lose it when he got off. Prom Ch. 13: Forbidden Fruit Her heart skipped when she wondered if she was subconsciously competing with Rebecca. Was she trying to outdo her friend in Brad's eyes? Did she want him to know which of them could make him feel better? Cum harder? The thought excited her and made her feel even guiltier at the same time. But all she could do was to keep blowing him as best she could. She could taste him more and more and she knew he was likely getting close. She moaned louder at the thought and rapidly thrashed her tongue around his dick as she sucked it in deeply. Brad was close. He'd jumped when he'd felt her hands on his thighs and his knees had buckled when she'd pushed her fingernails firmly into his cheeks. He knew she had to be conflicted about what she was doing for him, but at the moment, she was showing not the slightest sign of hesitation. She was sucking him with the same wild enthusiasm Rebecca often had when she was drunk and revved up. But the difference was, as good as Rebecca could do it, Rachel was still in complete control. When she hit a higher gear, she didn't lose her technique or push too fast to maintain her method. It got more intense but the execution didn't suffer. She was like a racecar driver who could cut the same easy turns going 150 miles per hour as she could going 35. Brad began to feel his control slipping away as the early feelings of release percolated up through his legs. He was going to lose it very soon. Finally, the moment came. Brad let out a breathless curse and gave Rachel the best warning he could muster. She heard him, but she knew already. Holding him firmly between her lips, she twisted her face to work him in and out in a corkscrew-type motion. She felt him twitch in her mouth and his grip on her breast tensed to a painfully pleasurable squeeze. He came forcefully, rocking his hips into her. She exhaled through her nose and slowed her pace slightly as she felt the warmth hit the top of her throat. She kept pumping him as his dick twitched and continued to shoot off. He was coming a lot. She knew he had probably been more than a little worked up over his blonde friend earlier, and now the reality of getting a blowjob from a girl he had likely jerked off to before had to be giving him a momentous orgasm. Rachel smiled to herself and felt her own pleasure ripple between her legs. She loved how hard he was getting off. She always loved this part, but with Brad, it felt even more meaningful. Brad finally lost steam and his twitches dropped off as his orgasm concluded. He had cum quite a bit in her mouth and the feeling was almost too intense to describe. His body remained tight and he shivered and shook as he felt her continue to smoothly suck him through his finish. Watching her serious but relaxed face sliding his dick between her lips was an image he hoped he'd never forget. He gasped loudly as he felt her slowly begin to release her pressure. Rachel inhaled and finally rocked back to let his penis slip gently from her mouth. It was wet and shiny, as were her lips. Brad released his grip from her chest and watched as she sat back onto her heels and looked up at him with a warm, closed mouth smile. She licked her lips gently and looked over to her side with a serious face. He watched her swallow a few times before shooting her gaze back up to him with a gentle grin. Her forehead was barely glistening and she started to fan herself as her chest heaved with fast breaths. Brad's eyes fell down her body again. Her breasts were sticking out from her shirt, pushed up at a funny angle, but they still looked incredible. They were full and perfect. Her nipples were hard and her left boob was streaked with red patches from Brad's forceful grips. He wanted his hands on them again. He wanted his hands on more of her. He looked down at Rachel's face with a smile expressing complete and utter satisfied pleasure. "That was-." He paused, still catching his breath. "Rach, that was just-. Wow. I can't even-. Jesus Christ." Brad leaned into the wall next to him and ran his fingers through his hair. His hands were actually shaking. He clumsily reached down to pull his pants back up and fumbled a bit with his button and zipper. She had knocked the life from him and he just wanted to lie down and not move forever. Rachel smiled to herself as she watched him struggle to stand and dress himself. She was still pulsing from the moment and seeing the effect she'd had on him made her feel warm and powerful. She knew Brad had wanted that for a long time, and now, he had finally gotten it. Truthfully, part of her had wanted to do it to for a while, too. She basked in his glossy, euphoric stare. She had really done a number on him. And she hadn't even done anything really extra or anything. She began to tuck her boobs back into her shirt and she gave everything a quick adjustment. She smirked as she saw the red marks on her left breast. Brad had certainly gone to town. He'd almost broken the skin. Knowing how hot she had gotten him kept her fire burning. God, she could do it again! She wondered how his current feeling compared to when he would finish with Rebec-. The name pounded in her head and Rachel felt as if someone had physically slapped her across the face as every good and warm feeling raced from her body. Her stomach wrenched with guilt and shame and she suddenly had no idea where she was or what she had done. Her eyes went wide with terror as she stared up at Brad's still glazed over expression. Her inner-voice screamed out in terror. Rachel, no! What did you do?? It was like she had been somewhere else and had just been transported back to reality in a jarring instant. She couldn't possibly comprehend her earlier feelings of warmth and satisfaction. They had just been present but it now seemed like a different lifetime. She had just blown a guy that her best friend still had some type of confused feelings for. Was she crazy? Why did she do it? She felt her heart race and her breath leave her and she wondered if she would get sick. She was hot and panicky all of a sudden and she felt completely out of control. She shot to her feet and caught her reflection again in the mirror. Her flushed cheeks and glistening forehead twisted the knife deeper as the image amplified the reality of the situation. She felt tears behind her eyes. She had to get out of there. With an awkward turn, she hastily unlocked the door and opened it up, trying somehow not to make a scene. Brad was in shock at her sudden change in demeanor and struggled with panic to find his voice. "Rach! Wai-, what's wro-? What are you-?" She shot him a quick pained look, her eyes beginning to water up. She couldn't speak. What had they done? She turned back from him and walked hurriedly from the room, praying that no one was watching her come out. She made a nervous beeline back towards the couch and hastily grabbed her jacket. Matt saw her approach and his slick grin switched to a confused stare as he registered her emotions. "Hey! Wait, what-?" Rachel's eyes shot to him and she felt her stomach heave. Pure terror flooded her brain as she suddenly comprehended that he likely knew what she'd done. He'd seen her get up and go to the bathroom, and he'd surely seen Brad follow and enter a few moments after. Her head began to feel light and the dull ringing in her ears started up. She turned away quickly and tried her hardest to keep the tears back. She was so embarrassed at what she had done. And her stomach flipped again at the thought that Matt knew. Him! Of all people! How had she let this happen? She walked in a panic towards the front door, and in an instant, she was gone. Matt flinched as he heard the door slam and he shook his head with a shocked expression. What the hell? The tears would be held back no longer and Rachel began to let out stifled sobs as she walked quickly towards the street where she had parked her car. She fumbled to pull her keys out of her jacket pocket and she unlocked the doors with shaking fingers. She reached for the back of her jeans and yanked her phone out before sitting down. It wasn't that late. Barely eleven. She started the car and put it into gear. She was about to pull her foot from the brake and zoom away from this awful place when she stopped and put the gear shift back into park. She sat frozen for a second, shaking with tearful fits. Finally, she leaned into the steering wheel and let it out. She cried deeply and squeezed the wheel as hard as she could. What had she done?? It had all started as a silly way to make Rebecca feel better and it had ended up with her-. Rachel had allowed herself to be talked into some questionable things before, but this one was among the worst. She had betrayed her best friend, even if it was under some murky circumstances. Terrifying questions swirled in her brain. Would she tell Rebecca? Could she even? What if she found out? God, had anyone seen them? Besides Matt-. Rachel's body shook again with a loud sob. Something was very wrong with Matt knowing. She didn't know why but she just knew she couldn't trust him. Brad would surely keep his mouth shut because he wouldn't want to hurt Rebecca. But Matt? He had already shown he was capable of some fucked up shit. Would he let it out for fun? Would he try to hold it over her? Would he use it to-? Rachel trembled at the thought. She raised her head and wiped her eyes as best she could. She had to get out of there. NEXT -- Chapter 14: Inferno