Senior Year Memories Ch. 17

"So, you talked with April?" Tori asked, suddenly a little nervous.

"Yeah," I said.

"And?"

"She seems nice," I said.

"I was hoping for a little more than that," Tori said.

"What, nice isn't good?" I asked.

"No, nice is fine, but I want a little more than nice. I'm... I really like her, and I'd like it if you really liked her too, not like I like her, obviously, but-"

"I'd need to talk to her more, but I don't dislike her," I said. "Just... let me get used to her. Talk to her some more. It's not easy, but I could see liking her."

"Thanks," Tori said, sounding truly relieved. "It... it means a lot to me that you two are, you know, talking. I know it's not easy, but it's important to me."

"I know. And that's why I'm trying instead of fleeing," I said.

"Says the guy who's hiding in Rachel's room sneaking from her bottle of whiskey."

"I didn't say I was doing that good a job of trying."

"Can you try to try, at least, for me?" Tori asked.

"I'll try to try to try," I said.

Tori rolled her eyes at me. "I guess that's all I can really ask for."

"Yup," I joked, enjoying Tori's attempts at stifling a laugh.

"Hey, speaking of Rachel, you haven't seen her around, have you?" Tori asked.

"No," I lied. "Why?"

"No big deal, but some of the others want to talk to her. My aunt and uncle and cousins, they got a betting pool going on about why she got expelled from school, and they're looking at me like I've got the inside track," Tori said.

Expelled? Rachel had never told me about that in all of our conversations. I'd been told that she was on sabbatical, or taking a leave, but nothing about expulsion.

Tori continued. "You want in on the betting pool? Being that it's Thanksgiving it's bound to come out over dinner in some awkward conversation or another, and there's some pretty good theories about her getting caught dealing drugs, or fucking up some guy who cheated on her, or whoring around to her professors-"

With Rachel only a few feet away and listening to every word of this, I had to nip this in the bud. "I thought you two were getting along better."

"We are," Tori admitted. "It's just... Rachel, you know?"

"I know the Rachel we knew, but it sounded like she'd been giving you some good advice lately," I said.

Tori looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you so into defending Rachel? She gave it to you almost as bad as she gave it to me."

"I know, but..." I had to choose my words carefully here, not wanting to piss off either Tori or Rachel. "If there's one thing this year's taught me it's that it's possible for anyone to change. If you say she's trying to be nicer to you, maybe she's being genuine."

This looks about the last answer that Tori wants. "Not anybody. Not her. Not after all she's done. You haven't forgotten the tampon incident?"

"No, I haven't," I said, only because it was next to impossible to forget the tampon incident.

It was back in middle school right after Tori got her first period. Lauren was away on a business trip at the time, leaving no one for Tori to talk to other than Rachel to get her through the insanity of it. Rachel had been kind to her, uncharacteristically supportive and helping her with it. Tori was freaking out and swore Rachel to secrecy, and for a time Rachel even kept her word.

Yes, she was good enough to wait until Tori actually finished her first period up before she filled her locker full of tampons and taking pictures of Tori as she was deluged by an avalanche of feminine hygiene supplies. The jokes that swirled around school afterward, many of them led by Rachel, were some of the vilest things I think I'd ever heard.

I sighed. This wasn't anywhere near as easy as I would've liked. Tori was right that it was impossible to defend the person that Rachel used to be, but she didn't know the person Rachel was now. If she kept on like this, there was no way she could understand the laid back, lonely person I'd come to know over the past weeks.

Seeing my frustration, Tori shook her head and forced on a smile. "Look, fuck Rachel, alright? She's a cunt and she's always gonna be a cunt, and I don't want to have to think about her any more than I have to. I really want to thank you for coming, and I'm glad that you and April don't hate each other. I'm gonna go make out with her for a while before I get back to the game, but, can I maybe see you out there? If you're not gonna play, I could really use a cheering section and when we're not alone April's not the best at cheering."

"Sure," I said, my voice slightly shaky, torn by wanting everything to be right between me and Tori and fear for what Rachel's reaction was going to be.

"Thanks!" Tori said, hugging me warmly. I hugged her back, even if I was still in a weird place by this weirder scene. Stepping away and out the door, Tori said, "If you're gonna be sneaking her whiskey like I'm gonna be doing some more of a little bit later, I'd advise closing the door first so no one's bound to barge in on you. Just don't go looking through her underwear drawer or anything, alright? That'd be gross."

Faking an exaggerated shudder, Tori walked out the door and closed it behind her, passing me a conspiratorial wink as she went.

Cautiously, I turned to the closet. I approached it slowly, waiting for an explosion, for Rachel to storm out and try to take out her righteous fury on her younger sister.

I wasn't expecting the soft sound of crying.

"Rachel?" I asked, slowly opening the closet door.

I was used to a lot of things from Rachel McNeil, but crying wasn't one of them.

"I tried," she said, her voice cracking for the tears. "Fuck, I tried, I tried so hard to fix everything and everything I've tried to fix has just turned to fucking shit. I know... I know I can't fix a lot of my life, but I thought I could fix things with Mom and with Tori, but... god..."

She stumbled out of the closet unsteadily on her heels, and I only barely caught her. The space between us, or lack thereof, was uncomfortable, but here was someone I cared about, crying and heartbroken over being rejected by her family and for everything that shouldn't happen between us, I didn't care because she needed someone and I was there. I hugged her close to me as she hugged me back, the two of us holding each other as if we needed each other to stand, hell, to live.

I looked down at her and I didn't see the girl who'd tormented Tori and me for so many years, but a sad, vulnerable woman I'd recently come to call my friend. A woman in pain, who'd only wanted to try to make up for the life she'd led as a hellraising youth. Even then, Rachel was beautiful, but she was always beautiful, wasn't she?

So I made my choice. It was a choice that I'd more often than not in the coming weeks come to regret, but one that felt purely and perfectly natural in the moment.

I kissed her. I leaned in and pressed my mouth against her quivering, moist lips and I kissed her. After the tension and our back and forth, I wouldn't have blamed her for even a second if she'd pushed me away or slapped me or just yelled at me because what we were doing was stupid, but she didn't. God help both of us, she didn't.

Rachel kissed me back with a greater passion, her sadness slowly melting away in a soft moan as she grabbed me and pulled me close. We shared each others' need, a confused, desperate want that had been simmering for some time but was only now just ready to explode. Our hands explored each other, unrestrained by either her car or caring about anyone else but each other like we had the last time we kissed passionately. We both knew where this was going and we didn't give a single damn about the consequences.

My hands found first her breasts before settling on her delectable, tight ass, while hers set about undoing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. Following her lead, I reached up and pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders. Easily, she shrugged out of it, letting it pool around her ankles on the floor.

I'm not sure what surprised me more, that save for her glasses and heels she was now completely naked before me, or the sheer vastness of her tattoos. I'd always known she had a fair bit of art from her exposed bits of skin and the sleeve on her left arm, but I didn't know that most of her upper chest, stomach, sides, legs and back were nearly covered. She was a canvas of conflicting images and styles, but a work of absolute art. Her nipples, thick and pink, stood proudly, her pussy as I could see it shaved completely bare.

"Wow," I said.

"This wasn't meant for you; I didn't wear any underwear as a rebellion to the rest of the assholes out there, but right now, I must call it rather convenient," she said, a smile forced through her sadness as she did a light twirl for me, showing off every bit of her luscious body.

"Well, I can enjoy it now, can't I?" I asked.

"You'd better," she said, a faint smile curling her lips.

"Good," I said, pushing her backward. Her knees caught on the bed, forcing her to fall back onto it. I loved watching her smile as she let out an unrestrained laugh, her C-cup breasts heaving with the impact and her steady breathing. Looking between her legs, seeing the pronounced lips of her pussy, I licked my lips.

She was having a lousy moment, and I meant to do everything I could to improve it. Finally pulling off my shirt and dropping it to the floor, I knelt between her legs, placing slow, lingering kisses along her inner thighs, taking my time as I worked my way to her pussy by exploring every inch of exposed skin, taking in each exquisite tattoo, each nearly as exquisite as the soft moans I pulled from her with my touch.

Her pussy looked good. Real good. Soft pink lips with just the slightest sheen of moisture, slightly engorged from our activities but not fully open to me yet, only inches away from her closest tattoos. Looking up and getting that wonderful view through the painted valley of her cleavage to her face of hopeful ecstasy, I meant to drive her over the edge.

Tentatively, at first, I stuck out my tongue, grazing it over her exquisite pussy lips with only the lightest force. It was barely enough to truly feel, but enough to make Rachel shudder, her skin breaking out in a fine layer of gooseflesh as she moaned softly again. Her taste was strong with a faint sweetness, a flavor that had me wanting more and ready to dive in.

I began lapping at her pussy with less restraint and hesitation, taking longer, firmer strokes with my tongue. Her pussy opened up to me, seemingly beckoning me forward, and I took the invitation. I pressed forward, kissing and suckling at her sweet, needy folds, running my tongue over every inch of her pussy in search for her most sensitive spots. Since we were both trying to keep it down to not raise anyone's suspicions, it was hard to go by the usual measure of her moans and cries, but the way she rocked her neck back and forth, the way she stroked her firm breasts and squeezed her nipples I knew I was aiming in the right direction.

The sticky, sweet nub of her clit was presented to me, and I leapt at the opportunity to suck it, running my tongue over it in tight, firm little circles that quickened her breathing. I've said it before and I'll say it again, but I really love going down on girls. No two are the exact same experience, and learning the buttons that drive each of them wild is as much a challenge to explore as it is a joy. That Rachel and I had been building to this for so long, and that we were both so into it despite the fear of being caught, only added to the intensity of the act.

I quickened my pace to respond to her breathing, her slowly building shaking, and debated on whether or not I'd add some fingers into play, but before I could come to a conclusion her orgasm was upon me. What she lacked in volume, wisely held back by a carefully grabbed pillow thrown over her face, she more than made up for in enthusiasm, thrashing and wrapping her legs around me with such force that I feared she'd drive the headboard through the wall.

She didn't, thankfully, but the flood of juices that I furiously lapped up was enough to keep me from worrying about much of anything else.

Rachel's silence was impressive, but once her orgasm subsided she pulled the pillow from her face with what had to be one of the most gorgeous just-been-fucked faces I'd ever seen.

"Thank you, Ryan," she said, her smile relieved and utterly satisfied. "That is exactly what I needed."

"Glad I could provide," I said, disentangling myself from her legs so I could sit on the edge of the bed, giving me better access to let my fingers trail over the artful canvas of her skin.

"No, I mean, seriously, I've needed that for a long time," she said.

"That why you were so fast?" I asked back teasingly.

She threw the pillow at my head. I said, "I deserved that."

"Yup," she agreed, sitting up and sliding over so she could sit next to me. "But you weren't far from right, either; despite what my family might think, it's been a really long time since I've done anything sexual with anyone else, and I guess you could say I'm a little backed up."

"Well, not anymore?" I proposed.

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," she said, her fingers crawling up my thigh and gently stroking my cock through my pants. "I've seen this in pictures and heard your stories, but I think it's past time I actually got introduced to this cock I've heard so much about. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," I said, my voice low and shaky. I wanted this more than anything, even if I was aware of how many lines I'd already crossed and how many there were to cross ahead of me, and I doubted anything could've stopped me. This is why, despite the voices in the back of my mind telling me how awful an idea this was (voices that Rachel no doubt was fighting too), I helped Rachel undo my belt and pants, kicking off my shoes and socks so I could first get down to only my underwear, then pull even that off with my shaking hands.

"Wow," Rachel said, looking at my cock in person for the first time.

"Thanks," I said, quite possibly blushing. I'd shown my cock to a lot of women (including a lot of McNeil women, I had to remind myself), but it still got me sometimes when they were impressed by what I had.

"Seriously, wow. Cocks like this, they don't exist in nature. Not on people at least," Rachel said in awe, reaching out and gently stroking the head, spreading around a small pool of precum. Her touch made me shiver, and that only seemed to encourage her further in her slow, deliberate jacking.

"Well, it exists here," I softly groaned.

"No doubt, but, that doesn't make it any less wow," Rachel said, trying and failing to wrap her hand around my girth. The tattooed goddess contented herself with reaching out and jerking me with both hands, getting both of them around me so she could slowly, agonizingly jerk my entire length.

"Well, still, thanks," I hissed. Since it didn't feel like she was going to let up any time soon, I reached over between her legs and began fingering her soaked cunt, putting both of us in a pretty sweet state of sitting on the edge of the bed and pleasuring each other.

That wasn't to last, though, as Rachel had other plans. With a hungry, wolfish smile, she bent over. She stuck her tongue out tauntingly, lightly touching the underside of my head, running it around the base, before running it up and down the slit at the end, an act that both made it feel as if my cock were being pleasurably electrified and turned on a small river of precum that Rachel seemed to love spreading around and lapping up with her tongue.

Grazing the tip with her teeth, just softly enough to not cause pain but get my attention, Rachel smiled up at me. "You want me to suck your cock, don't you?"

"Please?" I begged.

"Well, you did ask so nicely," she said, taking the head of my cock into her mouth.

I've heard that there's a certain power in anticipation, and after the month-long buildup we'd had, finally feeling my cock in Rachel McNeil's mouth felt every bit worth the wait. It wasn't something I could have predicted, or something I'd ever expected that I'd want, but now that I had it I meant to enjoy it. That she was really good at giving blowjobs didn't hurt either, as she expertly used her lips and tongue to bring me pleasure, forcing me with only the greatest of self control to keep it as muted as I could. Her head bobbing in my lap, she was soon able to take almost my entire length with each bob.

There was so much I wanted to do, so much I needed to experience with the limited time we no doubt had, but Rachel was in no hurry. For as quickly as I'd gotten her off, she was more than happy to take her time with me, bobbing slowly, extending my pleasure rather impressively. While she was bent over like this, I took full advantage of her exposed ass, reaching over to finger her steaming pussy with my middle and forefingers while I circled her asshole with my thumb.

If she'd been taking her time before, this was enough to get her motor revved in a different direction. Though we still continued to pleasure one another, her pace picked up, her sucking and moaning taking on a frantic desperation.

Without once coming off my cock, she pushed me so I was lying back on the bed, pulling my hand from her pussy and ass as she rotated over, swung her knee over my head, and settled down so we were in a nice, leisurely 69. Now, I've gone on at length before about how this is one of my favorite sexual positions due to the intimacy and how focused each person is on giving pleasure, but with Rachel it felt more intense than usual. Maybe it was the anticipation or the taboo of it all, but while she throated my cock and I ate her out, there was a certain sublime nature to the pleasure that I wouldn't have traded anything in the world for. Even though everyone was outside waiting for the Thanksgiving festivities to begin, you wouldn't have known it for how lost we were in each other. For how long and leisurely we traded oral sex, you'd have thought that we were the only two people in the world.

While Rachel had gone back to taking her time with me, I'd noticed that she was tensing up again. Between how long it had been for her and how vigorously I'd been working at her pussy, she was getting ready for another orgasm. I could've drawn it out as she'd been drawing out sucking my cock, but since I really liked making her cum, I didn't. I attacked her pussy ravenously, licking and sucking and fingering her until I got her first breathing heavy, then shaking, then finally stifling a muffled cry around my cock as she came on my face again.

Almost gasping for air, she pulled off of my cock, looking back at me with lust in her eyes. "Fuck, I'm still shaking."

"Yeah, that'll happen," I said.

Rachel smiled. "Aren't you a cocky little shit?"

"Some things never change," I said.

Rachel climbed off of me, retrieving my phone from my pants. I asked, "Got something in mind for the album?"

"Well, you'll want to remember this, won't you?" she said, climbing back on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me.

"I don't think I could ever forget this," I said.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Real smooth."

"Hey, I meant it!" I said.

"I know, I'm just busting your balls," she said, straddling my hips. "Which is funny, because I intend to empty them into my pussy pretty soon."

"I... uh, wow," I said. Rachel was grinding her pussy against my cock teasingly, holding onto my phone and clearly looking at me through its camera. While she bit her lip and kept grinding, I was once again taken by how messed up this was, yet by how right it felt. My feelings for Rachel were definitely complex and more than a little confused. I didn't have the same kind of attachment to her that I felt for her that I had for Tori and Josie, or even some of the other girls I'd known longer this year, but by sheer virtue of our history I couldn't deny that there was an odd closeness between us. What we were doing felt like a natural evolution of what we'd become lately, even if there was as much fear as joy associated with the act.