4 comments/ 3912 views/ 2 favorites Prom Ch. 16: Epilogue 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 15: Catharsis EPILOGUE Rachel opened her eyes softly and glanced up at her white ceiling. She was instantly and fully awake. No usual tiredness or foggy feelings clouded her brain, but she also wasn't jittery or excited. She was simply ready to go. She stood stall and arched her back into a gentle stretch. A squeaky yawn escaped her lips and she shook her head with a smile. She strode swiftly to her closet and began humming happily to herself as she picked through her clothes and chose an outfit. As she turned to shut the doors again, she let her eyes dart to the corner of the closet and she smiled. The noticeable bright fabric of a yellow t-shirt easily caught her eye from where it hung in between a thin white sweater with a low neckline and a white t-shirt which shared a hanger with a pair of tight black yoga pants. Rachel nodded at them, almost as if they were people in the room. She shut the doors with a snap of her wrists and skipped off happily towards the bathroom to begin getting ready for school. It was another beautiful day. It had been just over three weeks since that fateful prom weekend with Kevin (and Rob and Jeff and Tyler and everything else). The day after prom had been one of the lowest days of Rachel's life, rivaled only by the day with Brad and Matt that had set her up for everything that had followed. The months leading up to the prom had left her so emotionally battered that she had allowed herself to submit to a handful of boys in the span of just a couple of hours. It had begun with a seemingly innocent cigarette smoke, but the day had taken her down a dark and twisted path. She'd been smooth-talked or coerced into pleasuring three boys that morning, not including a confusing experience with her prom date and longtime friend, Kevin. Truthfully, her activities hadn't been out of line with how she'd been acting over the past few months following her fight with Rebecca, but they had stirred something deep inside her and caused the emotional wall she'd built to begin to crack. Before long, she'd found herself huddled and shaking in her bedroom closet, pouring over the memories of the past year. She'd sobbed and cried until the emotion ran out of her like water down a drain. The day appeared to reach its nadir when Rachel found herself being quasi-blackmailed into giving it up once again to one of the boys from the morning. She gave him the most vacant and emotionless blowjob of her life in the front seat of his car while they drove around. But as used and low as it made her feel, it wouldn't even be the worst part of her day. Her long lost friend, Rebecca, had coincidentally shown up at the same restaurant where Jeff had dropped her off. Rachel had done a terrible thing two months earlier. An awful, terrible thing that had driven a stake through the heart of what had been the closest of friendships. And in the wake of her weak moments the morning after prom, she had allowed herself to openly pine for her friend whom she had tried so hard to let go. When she came face to face with Rebecca at the restaurant that had once been their favorite spot together, Rachel's wall finally shattered. She broke. She retreated to her car and allowed every scrap of emotion that she had bottled up or buried deep to rampage through her. She'd cried and screamed violently into her steering wheel and let the pain rack her body. But then an unexpected thing had happened. Rebecca had been watching her old friend unravel from the parking lot, and for the first time since their fight, her heart had softened. She'd forced herself to go talk to Rachel, and when she saw the pain that her friend was in, she'd known right away that she needed to once again be there for her. Rachel had spent the next several minutes painfully regaling her with all the dreadful things she'd done that day and in the months leading up to it. And Rebecca had helped her summon the courage to break off her twisted, dependent relationship with Matt. Having her best friend back by her side caused something to awaken inside Rachel and a fire that had long been dormant suddenly re-kindled and blazed up in an instant. Power had surged through her as she found her old voice and coolly told Matt off in a way that only she could do. It had been such an impressive display that Rebecca had found herself staring in awe. The girls celebrated Rachel's first triumph and parted as friends once again. But Rachel had still been incredibly nervous the next morning as she'd walked from her car to the entrance at school. She'd been scared to death that Rebecca would feel differently and still not accept her back as a friend. But all of her fears had evaporated in an instant when she'd heard her friend shrilly call out her name from the crowd. They'd embraced with a giggle, and for a moment, the entire world around them had stopped. The girls weren't celebrities, but they were both popular and well-known. Their fight and the ensuing fallout had scorched the hallways for weeks as rumors had run wild. It had been months since the event and everyone knew that they hated each other and no longer spoke. So when out of the blue they had hugged like best friends, a wave of confusion rippled through the population. Her reunion with Rebecca had been the most important and wonderful thing that had happened in her life recently, but Rachel's work wasn't nearly done. Over the weeks leading up to Kevin's prom, she had essentially checked out of her classes, using the school more as a place to give blowjobs to random boys than to do any actual work. The number of guys who had talked her onto her knees during that stretch had been staggering. She'd found herself kneeling in bathrooms and stairwells or hunched over car seats more times than she dared say out loud. There'd been secret-room rendezvouses and field trip sneak-aways. She'd traded favors for getting homework done and blown multiple guys in the same sitting on more than one occasion. She'd even skipped class and gotten in trouble just to do it. She just hadn't cared anymore and she'd been desperate for any form of validation in the wake of her fallout with her best friend. It had gotten bad, and while she had known that, she'd been doing it willingly and had even come to enjoy it in a dark and twisted way. All this was to say that the number penises that had been in her mouth lately had certainly outnumbered the amount of assignments or papers she'd turned in. She'd been on the verge of failing multiple classes, and for one or two, it was possible that nothing could be done to save herself at this late stage in the year. There was less than a month left until graduation and the holes she had dug were deep. So after her cheerful hug with Rebecca, Rachel had spent the rest of the day (and week) pleading with every teacher who would listen to give her any type of chance to make things up. They'd all wanted to help, but for a few, their hands had been tied. They gave Rachel extra assignments and make-up tests and wished her the best. And to her credit, she had busted her ass. She did every lick of work she was assigned and cut off almost all extracurricular activities while she fought for her future. And one extracurricular she'd given up had been surprising indeed: Boys. Rachel hadn't so much as planted a friendly peck on the cheek of another guy since the day after Kevin's prom. Part of her had just literally had her fill and she'd simply had no appetite for such activities. Part of her was also ashamed by how she had been and was trying to distance herself from it. Part of it had to do with Kevin. She had felt awful about letting him down that day in the restaurant and the idea that she could tell him that she did have some feeling for him but then go jump right back into it with some other boy made her stomach twist with shame. Finally, part of it was she was simply too busy with everything else to be sneaking off and blowing her chances at redemption. And it was this lack of "blowing" that had also sent a ripple throughout the school. The guys at Pine Valley had become so familiar with the rumors of (and in some instances, the direct experiences with) Rachel's friendliness that when she'd cut it all off cold turkey, it hadn't gone unnoticed. She'd been dropping to her knees just about weekly for a friend of hers named Greg from the basketball team and the first time she'd shot him down and pushed his hands off her body, he had almost been frightened. Then there were the other randoms who had either gotten it from her once or twice in the past and were inquiring about a repeat or the others who had never been with her but had heard how easy it was and came sniffing around for a go. For Greg, she'd just sucked his dick behind the stairs at school the Friday before Kevin's prom. It had been during last period so it had been quite literally the last thing she'd done at school the week prior. And then on Monday, she'd essentially told him never again. She hadn't been a bitch about any of it, although it had become increasingly frustrating to reject boy after boy as they swarmed like sharks. But that was what Rebecca was for. She was the ally that Rachel had been missing the past few months. Pretty quickly, Rebecca had let the vultures know that Rachel was closed for business. She wasn't shy with her terminology and Rachel had found herself blushing and grinning as Rebecca used colorful language to chase off each hopeful suitor. It was so good to have her back. Rachel wasn't sure if she could've stood her ground against the entire army alone. However, there were two problems with her current state of celibacy. First, she was a little bothered by the fact that the last penis that had been in her mouth had been Jeff's. Sucking him off as they'd circled the streets near Baja Fiesta before eventually parking in some vacant lot and finishing the job had been the low point of her entire shitty day (well, before she'd imploded upon seeing Rebecca). It had been such an ugly and unnecessary thing to do and it represented everything that Rachel knew had gotten wrecked in her life. The boy had a girlfriend and Rachel had already done him that morning. He had disrespected and teased her, and yet when he'd come pleading for another go a few hours later, she hadn't even put up a fight. It might've sounded silly, but knowing he was the last guy she'd been with just didn't sit right with her. The other problem was that as much as she was feeling good about swearing boys off while she refocused, she was a flesh-and-blood girl and was beginning to want it again herself. Rachel didn't do what she did for so long because she didn't like it. She loved giving head. It was one of her favorite things. And even if her choices in partners were reckless or unwise, the act itself was always arousing and exciting. She had brought herself to orgasm manually a few times lately as she'd fantasized about blowjobs of the past. She thought about Chris a lot. She still lusted for him. But she also thought about any number of the various boys she'd been with and she'd been beginning to get nervous that she would crack. And while she knew she couldn't be a nun forever, she was terrified that she would crack with the wrong guy. Which brought her thoughts to Matt. Since the moment she'd hung up on him mid-sentence that day in her car, she hadn't communicated with him at all. It hadn't stopped him though; he'd called and texted her consistently throughout the weeks, just knowing that eventually she'd break. She hated him and felt confident that she could hold him off until he gave up and moved on, but as her sexual frustration grew, she became a little bit scared. He could be so manipulative and if Rebecca wasn't there to hold her hand, Rachel dreaded the idea of running into him somewhere in her revved up state. This was what Rachel was thinking about as she idly fumbled through her locker and looked out over the crowd. She smirked as she saw Ryan and Drew from the lacrosse team walk by and give her a wink. She let her eyes flick quick down to their pants and she tingled, recalling a certain rendezvous from about a month or so prior. That had been an exciting afternoon... She shook her head and scolded herself. She had to snap out of it. If she kept thinking about those kinds of things, she would drive herself into a frenzy. She did wonder what her plan was for finally breaking and being with another guy again. When would she do it? And with whom? She certainly wasn't wanting for takers. She really wanted Chris again, but he was still dating some girl and Rachel was going to try (for a time at least) to quit her habit of taken-men. She also thought about Greg. She'd been with him more than anyone else other than Matt over the past few months and she trembled with excited pleasure any time she thought of the day she'd given him an exciting blowjob in his bedroom immediately after flirting with his handsome father in their kitchen. She knew Brad was completely off limits for obvious reasons, and while her thoughts sometimes fell to Kevin, she simply couldn't turn him into just another casual hookup. Whatever. She slammed her locker door shut, a bit louder than expected and blushed at the noise. She was frustrated. Plus she was nervous. Today was the day she was going to find out if she was going to be able to graduate with her class. She'd made up tons of work over the past few weeks and she knew she was close in a few classes. She and Rebecca had even rekindled their dream of playing college field hockey together and they'd both gone to talk to the admissions department and the coach at the small local college that Rebecca would be attending. The coach had been ecstatic to have her but she needed several more credits to qualify. If she didn't pass all of her classes at Pine Valley, she'd have to take a few summer courses in order to be accepted, but she prayed that it wouldn't come to that. Not walking with her classmates during graduation would be something she'd regret forever, even if it didn't change much in the end. But if it came to that, it was something she'd decided she'd have to live with. It would be part of her. Just like everything else she'd done. The day dragged on slowly and Rachel's stomach twisted in knots as she got closer and closer to learning her fate. She had taken several make-up tests and she truly didn't know if she was going to fail several of her classes or none at all. Her future was very much hanging in the balance to some degree because if she completely blew it, then even the summer classes wouldn't save her. She finally went and spoke to the teachers she needed to see and calmly received her fate. She'd been close, but not close enough. Of the three classes she had been in danger of failing, she passed two. She smirked to herself as she got good news in Pre-Calculus and Chemistry. Chem was the class she had traded favors with a classmate in exchange for him doing some of her work. She thought back to the two blowjobs she'd given and how they had literally gotten her through the class. Her margin had been so tight that had she tried to do the reports herself, she probably wouldn't have made it. She wondered if that boy knew he had single-handedly dragged her across the finish line. She smiled dryly. Well, he had certainly gotten something great out of the arrangement. It made her happy that it hadn't been for nothing on her end. In a strange twist, English was the class she hadn't been able to save. Rachel had essentially stopped reading the books and writing the papers her teacher had assigned. Rebecca sat directly next to her in that class so it had been the hardest one to deal with while they were in their fight. She had spent entire class periods fantasizing about giving her teacher a blowjob in the same bathroom that he had walked in on her and Greg. She had even semi-seriously considered offering him such a deal in exchange for a passing grade and to be left alone. She'd been pretty sure that she never would have actually done it, but she'd thought about it constantly while in his class. As such, she had retained essentially nothing for two months and it turned out to be too deep a hole to dig out of. Her teacher was obviously very sorry to do it to her but he simply couldn't budge. Rachel respected his verdict and thanked him for even allowing her the opportunity to try to make it work. For a brief moment, her eyes flashed to his pants as he stood in front of her, next to his desk. She was revved up already and her daydreams about him combined with an office/boss fantasy she'd always had almost made her take the leap and make him an offer. She could see herself sliding gently onto her knees in front of him and removing his belt and pants with an innocent grin. She'd pull out his dick and give him the best blowjob of his life right there in the same classroom that she'd fantasized in all semester. As she smoothly sucked away, he'd melt under her power and breathlessly agree to bump up her grade just enough to let her pass. It was just be a small, quick little thing, too. Completely effortless... But Rachel quickly shook the image away and regained her senses. It was simply too crazy. With a final nod, she politely shook his hand and walked out of his room, her senses coated thickly with grim acceptance. There was still one period left in the day but it was study hall and Rachel didn't exactly have anything left to study. She'd tried so hard to save everything and she'd come up just short. She sighed and tried to remember that it wasn't the end of the world. She now had only one class to take in the summer, and if she took care of business there, she'd almost certainly qualify for Rebecca's college. Everything was going to be great, just like she'd dreamed. But a sizable part of her was simply bummed out by the whole thing. For one, it was kind of embarrassing to not graduate with the others. She wasn't some stupid, silly ditz. Far from it. And beyond that, it was just a reminder of how far she'd let herself fall. It sucked, but there was nothing she could do now. She simply had to hold her head high knowing she'd tried her hardest. But celebrating moral victories just didn't feel very fulfilling at the moment. She'd been walking around idly when she found herself heading in the direction of the parking lot. She didn't feel like seeing anyone so she figured she might she just sit in her car and be alone with her thoughts for a while until the day ended. It wasn't technically allowed but with just days left in the school year, no one was going to give her a hard time. Prom Ch. 16: Epilogue She'd made it halfway to her car when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out vacantly and rolled her eyes hard at what she saw. It was Matt. Yet again. Rach...how long we gonna play this game? C'mon. I miss you. At least hit me back so we can talk about it. Her jaw stiffened as she felt great annoyance. It was a Catch-22. If she kept ignoring him, he might never give up. But if she responded and told him to go fuck himself, it might just encourage him and restart the clock. She was still feeling a bit aroused and she really didn't want to think about him when she felt that way. She had quit him completely but she sometimes still felt like an addict who was just one drink away from a full-blown relapse. She wondered though if she just finally told him to leave her alone if maybe he would get the message. She shook her head and began to type. -Matt seriously. Just stop. You don't "miss me." And I don't want to see-. Her typing was interrupted by a cheerful voice. A familiar voice. "Hey, hey, hey, beautiful! What brings you out this way?" Rachel whipped her head up and saw Jim's smiling face as he approached her from the school. She rolled her eyes at his words and grinned. Hitting 'cancel' on her text, she slipped her phone back into her back pocket, and replied with a friendly tone. "Hey you. Just taking a walk." Her voice was cheerful but her face showed the disappointment from the news she'd just gotten from her teacher. And Jim saw it right away. He stepped closer and frowned. "Why the long face? Did someone make you sad? Do I need to kick somebody's ass?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'll fight anyone here! Except for Rebecca." He grinned and gave her a little wink. Rachel laughed and shook her head. Jim was so goofy. She always felt like she should dismiss him but for some reason she liked it when he was around. He was unlike most of the guys she'd hooked up with. Truthfully, he was actually a bit closer to Kevin, except that he was definitely more confident and outgoing. And he always seemed to have a witty comeback. His silly persistent charm had worked on her right from the start during that night at the party at the very beginning of the year. She smirked at the memory of that crazy car ride where she had been desperate to get home before curfew. She'd taken off her shirt to try to appease him, and before she'd even known what she'd agreed to, she was leaning topless over his lap, sucking his dick. He'd even convinced her to finish the job outside of the car as she knelt in the middle of the night, half-naked, at the edge of an empty parking lot. And then for unexplained reasons, she'd actually done him again multiple times throughout the year. His stupid "coupon theory" made her giggle, and while she had always intended to shut him down, that clearly wasn't how it had worked out. She walked back towards him and laughed. "Yeah, I don't blame you. Becca would definitely kick your ass." But her laughter faded into a sigh and her face became serious again as she prepared to actually answer his question. "No. No one made me sad except me. I don't know if you, like, heard or whatever, but I kinda fucked up in my classes the past few months. I, um, well-. I made up a ton of work lately and I almost pulled it off, but I kinda failed English so I can't, you know..." She took a deep breath and sighed again. "I'm not graduating with you all. I can't walk or get my diploma with everyone. Sooo, that's it really." She looked up at him with tired resignation and shrugged weakly. Jim's smile left his face and he sighed, too. His voice changed to a serious, genuine tone and he brought a hand to her shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry Rach. Really. That sucks. I, um, did hear some things about you and class but it wasn't really my business, ya know? I'm sorry." Rachel had been starting to nod with a weak smile when Jim suddenly grinned again. "Hey, listen. I realize you were out here for some silly walk, but I was actually roaming the streets for a much nobler purpose." He winked at her and pulled a joint out of his jacket pocket. "I'm pretty much over study hall so I figured I'd start the afternoon early, ya dig? And seeing how you are feeling a little blue, if you wanted to join, you're more than welcome." He grinned warmly. Rachel grinned back and studied his face. He was a good guy, but she didn't really feel like getting high right now. She smirked at him and politely shook her head. "I appreciate the offer but I'm gonna pass. I've actually not been doing any of that lately, if you can believe it." She scoffed. "I haven't smoked or drank or gone out really. And I've certainly stayed away from-." Her eyes flashed and she blushed over what she had been about to say. Stayed away from boys. She gave Jim a sheepish smile and he smirked back as he had picked up on where she'd been going. She grinned and winked at him playfully. "Well, I guess you do know about that part since I haven't accepted any of your coupons lately." Jim perked up and raised an excited eyebrow. "You know that's right! Say, sometimes some coupon acceptance makes you feel bett-." Rachel cut him off with an exasperated look. "Jim..." He swallowed and stopped. His face got serious again and he looked a little embarrassed. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm such a dick. Here you just told me you aren't graduating and all I can think of is-." He set his jaw and spoke genuinely. "Look, I get it, all right? Like I said, it hasn't been my business but I know how shit has been for you lately. Or how it was up until a few weeks ago. I've got ears, too. I know what's been going around. I couldn't care less what people have been saying, but you know, I feel kinda bad for pushing you while you were, like, obviously in a different place. I should've just backed off. Everyone should've." He grinned. "You've taken more of my coupons than I probably deserved anyway. The first time I saw you? Shit. I never thought-. Well, whatever. Point is, you're a real cool girl, Rachel. I mean that. I'm sorry about this graduation bullshit but, you know what? Fuck em! Fuck em in the ass! That walking across the stage shit don't mean anything. Half these fucking idiots will be working at Wal-Mart or something in a few years. No doubt you'll be just fine." He smiled at her warmly and pulled her in for a gentle hug. Rachel sighed as an unexpected warmth rushed through her senses. She smiled involuntarily into Jim's shoulder and tingled as the dark cloud that been hovering over her mood dissipated just the slightest bit. For the first time since she'd left her English teacher's room, the knot in her stomach loosened. Jim released her from his grip and winked as he began to head again towards his car. He gave her a little chin nod and smiled as he walked. "I'll be seeing you. And if you change your mind (he held up the joint) you know where I'll be." Rachel watched with a smile as he walked towards the far end of the parking lot and got into his car. Jim really was a good guy. He could come off as an asshole but he was harmless. And he meant well. He'd always treated her well and his genuine words of concern, remorse, and encouragement had just really touched a nerve with her. Besides Chris, Jim had been the first guy she'd been with when she'd changed schools. And that also made him her longest somewhat consistent "relationship" as well. She thought about how she was feeling and his offer for if she had changed her mind. Her eyes flashed and a tremor of excitement passed through her body. She had changed her mind. But about something else... *** Jim eased into his seat with a pleasurable sigh and fished the joint out of his pocket. He'd been in a pretty good mood all day but his little encounter with Rachel had kind of bummed him out. The poor girl. Despite all the crazy and reckless ways he'd seen her act over the year, she wasn't the type to deserve what she was going through. Not graduating? He knew she was smart. And she had a good head on her shoulders. He smirked at the thought. That certainly wasn't the only way the label "good head" applied to her either... He shook his head and decided not to worry about it. He popped the joint between his lips and was about to click on his lighter when a faint tap on his window made him jump almost through the roof of his car. He'd been lost in his thoughts about Rachel and her "talents" and he'd never even noticed anyone approaching. He nervously shot his eyes to the side, half-expecting to see some teacher standing there, ready to bust him. But his heart resumed beating and it settled back into place when he surprisingly saw Rachel's grinning face through the window. She was leaning over a bit and Jim suddenly stirred as he took in the nice view down the front of her shirt. She seemed to pick up on his gaze and she rolled her eyes as she indicated for him to put his window down. As the window dropped, Rachel leaned in further. She had definitely caught his eyes fall to her chest and she tingled suddenly at the knowledge that her deeper lean was now making the view even better. She smiled with excitement and finally spoke. "So, I did change my mind." She bit her lip and winked. Jim tore his eyes from her boobs and looked back up at her mischievous face. He was still reeling from his scare and he shook his head to clear the cobwebs. "Wha-? Oh. Oh okay! Word! Right on! I was actually about to spark it. Hop in and you can-." Rachel cut him off as she opened the door and hopped in next to him. She looked at the joint in his extended hand and she shook her head with a giggle. "No. I didn't change my mind about that." Jim pulled his hand back cautiously and looked at her with confusion. "I don't understa-. What are you talking about?" Rachel inhaled deeply and rubbed her hands together as she suddenly realized just how turned on she was. It had been so long. She didn't know the last time she'd gone almost a month without any sort of action. And it felt even longer coming off the tear she'd just been on. She thought of how she'd been laboring over when she would end her self-imposed hiatus and with whom. It had taken her up until a moment earlier to realize that Jim was perfect. It just made good sense. He was one of her first at Pine Valley and he would likely be her last. He was someone that she felt good about but not someone that she wanted to be with. He was a fun, casual thing, and before she had gone off the deep end, that had been what Rachel was all about. She still felt a slight twinge of guilt about Kevin but that simply wasn't going to happen so she had to move on. She hadn't known it would be Jim until she'd heard him say what he'd said to her a minute earlier in the parking lot. He had spoken to her as a friend and he'd made her feel better about herself in what had been a very low moment. She shot him an innocent look and purred. "Well, I was thinking about the whole coupon thing..." She could feel him stiffen from where she sat as she continued. "And I realized that maybe you did in fact have one more to redeem. And since they expire at graduation and I won't be there, well..." She licked her lips. "Well, I guess you're running out of time." Jim simply swallowed in silence. He had not seen this coming. He truly hadn't been trying to butter her up, and while he would've loved another go, he'd felt good about walking away when he had and leaving her in peace. But now? Was she really-? He swallowed again. She had shut everyone down lately from what he'd heard. What had gotten into her? He tried to speak but his throat was dry. "I, uh-. Shit, well-." Rachel grinned and cut him off with a gentle touch to his chest. "It's okay. I'll take that as a 'yes.' So, how about you go ahead and do what you were about to do and I'll take care of something else for you?" She raised an eyebrow and spoke to him with a playful, mock-warning tone. "But, Jim? I'm not taking my shirt off and you're not going to drive me to that dirty parking lot again. Got it?" She stuck her tongue out and laughed. Jim laughed nervously and composed himself. "Roger that, girl. I'll admit that I didn't see this coming, but like my crazy uncle used to say 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially when she's about to suck your dick.' " Rachel almost snorted as she broke into an unexpected laugh. She rolled her eyes and shot him a funny look. "Really? Your uncle told you that?" Jim grinned widely and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, well, something like that. He also told me I never know when to shut the fuck up. So I think I'll take that advice now as well." He winked at her excitedly and popped the joint back between his lips. "Ready when you are..." Rachel smiled at him warmly and shook her head again. With exciting familiarity, she leaned herself over the center console and brought her face and hands to his lap. She heard his lighter click and she grinned as she worked on his pants. Her fingers shook with nervous excitement as it had been a few weeks since she'd found herself playing with someone's zipper. The familiar intoxicating aroma of smoke reached her nose and she felt her stomach flutter happily. She got Jim's zipper down fully and gave his khakis a playful tug as he sat up off the seat to help her. Within a few seconds, his familiar penis was inches from her face and Rachel smiled at the sight. Not only was it arousing to be back in this position with anyone, it made her feel genuinely right that it was Jim. He wasn't all that hard yet as Rachel had truly caught him by surprise, but she was pretty sure she could change the situation quickly. She realized she was actually nervous. The second she brought her fingers or her lips to him, her self-imposed hiatus from hookups would be a thing of the past. Her break had been very good for her mentally and spiritually as it had allowed her to focus on all the truly important things in her life again. She was momentarily scared that if she did this, that it might lead her back down the slippery slope to a dark place she never wanted to see again. But her nervous feelings subsided as she realized that truly this was something she loved doing and she simply couldn't avoid it forever for fear that she might lose control. She was who she was and unnaturally ignoring that would eventually have its own harmful effects on her psyche. She thought again about Matt's text and how desperately she didn't want to think about him when she was revved up and ready for action. She needed to let a little bit of air out of the balloon or it would surely pop with the wrong person. After what seemed like an eternity of internal debate, Rachel ended her penile exile and coolly reached her fingers out towards Jim's lap. She felt him shiver as she wrapped her hand around his hardening shaft and gave it a few friendly tugs. She glanced up at him with a grin and felt the warmth hit her again as she took in his peaceful expression. He gave her a little wink which she returned before dropping her face back down and getting to work. With the familiarity of catching up with an old friend, Rachel closed her eyes and took Jim into her mouth. He wasn't hard yet so she easily fit his entire length between her lips as she ran her tongue generously around him. She sucked in her cheeks firmly and let him slide back out before plunging back into him with increased force. He was coming alive quickly and Rachel smiled to herself as she felt him expand between her lips. He had momentarily paused from his smoking as he focused on the pleasure and only low groans escaped his lips as she sucked him deep. Before long, Jim was fully hard and Rachel was bobbing down over his lap like old times. Not only was she familiar with giving him head, she had done it almost exclusively in his car like they were now. She was leaned comfortably across the center console and had her arms draped across his bare thighs. With the engine off and no one nearby, the only sounds that were audible were the occasional clicks of Jim's lighter, followed by a hissing inhale of breath. That and the gentle squeaks of Rachel sucking along with both of their occasional moans of pleasure. Rachel realized that she was in fact moaning a bit more loudly and often than she normally did. Partially it was because it had been so long since she'd indulged in this favorite activity of hers. But partially because she was truly enjoying herself in the moment. It was the first blowjob she'd given in a long time in which the pleasure she received felt more than superficial and cheap. All the boys she'd done during her dark period (even ones like Rob and Greg and Jim) had been tainted by her altered mind-state. She had done them all in part to fill a twisted hole inside her, and while she had enjoyed each one, it had been a vapid, fleeting pleasure that she'd craved only as an escape. As she heard Jim's pleasurable groans get louder, she realized that this was the first time since before Brad that she was going down on a guy solely because she wanted to for fun. It was just light and casual again. She liked Jim, she thought he was a good guy, and she was desperately looking for some release. So she decided to give him a blowjob while he got high in his car. It was as simple as that. She didn't feel guilty or like she was being used. And he hadn't begged her or cornered her by the lockers and spun a sales pitch. He hadn't even really asked. She'd just wanted to suck his dick, so she did it. She felt in control once again. But control was something that Jim was losing very quickly. It had been several weeks since Rachel had allowed him to redeem a coupon and her currently enthusiastic work was overtaking his senses. And the fact that it had been so unexpected was only accentuating the experience. Additionally, he was beginning to feel solidly mellow as his high coursed through his brain. The feeling of Rachel's mouth, the vision of her soft hair bouncing in his lap, and the noises she was making were pushing him quickly to his limit. The blowjob had been going on for more than a few minutes, but Jim suddenly felt like it had been rushed. It was so enjoyable and perfect, and the second he felt like he was firmly taking it all in, he felt his end approach. He roughly exhaled a mouthful of smoke and his body tensed as he felt the familiar sensations building between his legs. With his off-hand, he idly gripped the side of the driver door and let out an indicating groan which was intended to serve as a final warning to Rachel. He squeezed the joint firmly between his fingers to ensure he didn't drop it while still lit, and closed his eyes as the final seconds ticked. Rachel hadn't needed his warnings. She had been tasting him already and was familiar by now with how close he usually was by the pace of his breathing. His labored exhale and cough had been all the final confirmation she'd needed. She had been excitedly anticipating his release and she picked up her intensity as she felt his legs stiffen up and shake. She suddenly contrasted her mood and excitement against the entirely vacant and emotionless blowjob she'd given last. It had been with Jeff as they'd sat parked in an empty lot before she had planned to meet with Kevin. She winced at the memory of how she had just numbly submitted and proceeded to give the most mechanically, automatic blowjob of her life. It had taken awhile to complete as Jeff had done a good job of holding back and enjoying the moment. And when he had finally came, Rachel took it without the slightest hint of excitement or satisfaction. Prom Ch. 16: Epilogue That was a far cry to the arousal she felt currently as her heart beat fast and her pussy tingled tenderly. She made a final exaggerated moan as she brought her lips down over his shaft with a quick, forceful movement. Jim's dick nestled snuggly into the top of her throat and he tensed harder and finally came. He shot powerfully, hitting the roof of her mouth, before continuing to pump fully several more times. Rachel slipped her lips back up his shaft and felt his eruption continue onto her tongue. Jim was breathing loudly and gasping and she found herself smiling brightly to herself as she savored the exciting feeling of his pleasure. As Jim finally concluded, Rachel worked his entire shaft over several more times and continued to swallow. She stayed down on him for longer than necessary and gave him a few more tender sucks as he shivered and squirmed. She was enjoying everything and wanted Jim to feel as good as he had made her feel with his kind words earlier in the parking lot. She'd always known that he'd cared for at least superficially, but he had struck a nerve with his serious and genuine tone. It was the closest she had ever felt to him, despite having already given him half a dozen blowjobs throughout the year. Finally, she slowly began to raise her head and let Jim slip gently from her lips. She inhaled deeply as she eased herself back into the passenger seat with a satisfied smile. She blushed happily as she caught Jim beaming at her with an expression of pure euphoria. She swallowed an additional time for good measure before shooting him a toothy grin and a playful wink. Neither of them said anything for several seconds before Rachel finally broke the ice with another unexpected move. She casually reached forward and brought her reach to the joint that was still firmly pinched between Jim's fingers. She playfully plucked it from his grip and shot him another friendly grin as she brought it to her still slightly moistened lips and took a quick drag. "Mmmm...guess I'm changing my mind about all sorts of things all of a sudden" She smiled deviously and pushed the smoke smoothly out through her mouth, before handing the joint back to Jim and slumping into her seat with a satisfied smile. She suddenly felt better about life again. The news about her English class grade was still a significant blow, but it was no longer ruining her day. She thought of how far she'd come in just a few weeks and just how bleak things could've been had she not miraculously switched paths once again. And now, sitting in Jim's car having just finished what she'd done for him, she felt even more like her old self. The unnatural chastity she'd practiced had been good for her, but it wasn't her. She needed to be able to find a medium between enjoying who she was and not falling into another dark spiral. Neither ends of the spectrum were healthy, and now that she had allowed the pendulum to swing ever so slightly back towards the middle, she felt more whole once again. Rachel and Jim talked, joked, and smoked for a while longer as the final minutes of the school day ticked away. Rachel teased him for having to stay after school the following day to rehearse commencement exercises. Deep down, she was joking to deflect the disappointment she felt in herself but it still felt good to make the whole topic seem light and not life-ruining. He teased her back and told her that since she technically wasn't graduating, that his coupons were still valid. They both laughed hard as Rachel shook her head at his insistence that until her diploma was in her hand, his penis still could be. Eventually they knew people would be coming to their cars so they bid their adieus and went their separate ways. There was still just over a week of school left until graduation so they'd definitely see each other again. But they both sensed a strange feeling like a chapter was coming to an end. It was entirely probable that they might hook up again in the future, maybe even in the coming weeks. But then again, maybe not. Their unexpected little rendezvous might just have been the last time that Rachel found herself leaned over Jim's center console smirking to herself at whatever goofy joke he had just told her to talk her into giving him head. Rachel had let her gaze stay on his friendly face for a few long seconds before she'd hopped out of his car and watched him pull out of the lot. It might've been strange to categorize a relationship based almost solely on sporadic, casual hookups as being close or intimate, but it almost was. Jim was practically the first boy Rachel had been with at Pine Valley and the fact that they had been able to keep doing what they'd done (or more accurately, what she'd done for him) all throughout the year while still remaining good friends up until the end was pretty cool to them both. With conflicted sigh, she returned to her own car and sat down in the seat. She felt warm and content but just a touch of sadness seeped through her happy mood as she thought about Jim and the end of the whole year. She smirked as she remembered Matt's latest annoying text message and how she had almost answered him before Jim had interrupted. She pulled her phone from her pocket and flicked it back on to the message. But she didn't respond. She brought up his contact page and changed the name from "Matt" to "Don't Care". It was just a small gesture for her own purposes, but it helped to drive the point home in her head that she truly didn't need him for anything anymore. She wouldn't delete him or all his texts and calls because, like her yellow t-shirt, they were reminders of what she had done and she didn't want to sanitize them away. But an era truly was coming to an end for her. She perked up suddenly as her thoughts skipped past graduation and to what would follow. She would be going to the beach for senior week right after and she also needed to set up her summer school class. She would be hanging out with Rebecca and hopefully preparing for their college (and field hockey) careers together. She would be seeing Kevin and lots of other people. There would be fun to be had, trouble to get into, and (her eyebrows narrowed as a devilish grin skipped across her face), possibly a few boys to see. Rachel bit her lip in excitement as she started her car and began to pull out of the lot as well. A new chapter was just beginning... AUTHOR'S NOTE: ...and we're done! Whew! Let me start by saying that if you made it to this point, I am humbled and grateful that you took the time to read almost 200,000 words of something I wasn't sure I'd ever write. I hope you all enjoyed the stories. There may be more to tell about Rachel so I hope that you were able to pick up on the number of references to experiences that she may have gone through in the past (or will go through in the future). I am also curious as to how you all perceived her. It was my goal to paint the picture of a flawed, but sympathetic character whose good qualities hopefully outweighed any collateral damage she may have caused along the way. But that is up for you to decide. Above all, if you loved the stories, liked them, or were one of the people who gave them 1-star, I still appreciate you taking the time to read. Writing them was a fun experience, and if reading them gave any of you even a portion of that enjoyment, then it was an endeavor well worth it. Thank you all! -TRC