Preludes Ch. 01: Expectations

Realizing that she wasn't going to get it, she sighed and prepared to proceed. She pulled a hair-tie off her wrist and brought her soft hair back behind her head. She watched his excited eyes explore her body and she smiled politely as she slid towards him on the bench seat and brought her heels up behind her to kneel. She'd begun to lean down into his lap when he put out a hand and stopped her.

"Hold up, Rach. Sorry. But I've been staring at that hot shirt you've been wearing all night. I gotta see 'em first. That's cool, right?"

Rachel paused and sat back on her heels. Her head spun. Gotta see 'em first? He still wanted more. No apology. No thank you. Just more and more. She exhaled and smiled weakly back.

She felt so used. She didn't even want to be there. She was just doing it out of some twisted sense of guilt and obligation. But that didn't matter now. What did?

Sighing again, she straightened back up and did as he asked. With a swift motion, she pulled the bottoms of her shirt up and passed her head through the hole. She placed it gently on the dash and turned back to him to check his reaction. His eyes were wide and locked firmly onto the now more enticing view of her chest. She watched him flick his gaze back to her face and give a little expectant nod. She understood. He wanted it all off.

Rachel didn't even hesitate. She reached behind her back and numbly unsnapped her bra. It fell from her shoulders and she swallowed as she folded it in half and placed it on the dash on top of her shirt. Shameful, yet confusingly exciting shivers ricocheting all through her senses, she looked back at him once more and dropped her hands to her sides.

Shane exhaled audibly and shook his head, a low string of muttered curse words escaping his lips. Besides her blowjobs, Rachel's tits had been the subject of many rumors and whispers among the boys of Pine Valley. They were said to be incredible, and the lucky set of guys who had been offered an up close and personal experience had given only rave reviews.

Shane had never had such good fortune, so without hesitation, he licked his lips and dove hands-first into the experience. His strong fingers descended upon the softness of Rachel's chest and he groped her generously. He kneaded her breasts firmly and jiggled them around, smirking as they bounced. The feeling was indescribable and he felt his dick stiffen once again. Leaning forward, he brought his mouth to one of her nipples and flicked his tongue around before sucking it in.

Rachel flinched and exhaled audibly at his touch. Such stimulation was normally arousing but she was pretty checked out at the moment. Shane's rough beard scratched against her flesh and she raised her chin to look up at the ceiling while he worked. The pit in her stomach deepened and her mind raced as she tried to block out the swirling thoughts. What was she doing? And what was she about to do? She bit her lip as a single tear escaped her right eye and rolled softly down her cheek.

After several seconds of sucking and continued groping, Shane finally pulled up and sighed in satisfaction. He grinned at her as he eased back into his seat, his eyes beaming with pride. It was as if he was sure he had just given her a full dose of pleasure through his work. Like they were now certainly going to be pretty "even" for the night. Rachel scoffed dryly at the thought.

Keeping his eyes on her chest, her nipples now hard and wetted from his efforts, Shane hastily undid his belt buckle and pulled it aside. Satisfied that he had done his part, he brought his hand back to her headrest and smiled widely with a wink and a subtle nod.

Rachel licked her lips and again leaned over into his lap. She mechanically undid his pants button and pulled his zipper down. Giving his jeans and boxers a firm tug, she began to slide them down with numbness in her fingertips. Once he was fully uncovered, she brought her eyes back forward and assessed the view

His dick was pretty much erect and it was actually quite small. For a second, Rachel laughed to herself. It felt strangely like some sort of "victory" for her and it was the first thing that made her smile since she'd gotten back into his truck. It wasn't hilariously tiny but Shane was also a big guy so it looked kind of weird on his large body. He was neatly trimmed though and she figured that she'd seen worse. Plus, what did she really care? She was just there to do a job.

Without wanting to prolong the moment any further, Rachel brought her lips down on him and swallowed him deep. She heard him curse and sigh pleasurably as she ran her tongue over his shaft and felt him begin to harden more fully in her mouth. She dragged her lips roughly over him and sucked him back in as she edged deeper into his lap. She pulled up again halfway and exhaled smoothly, before pulling her cheeks in tight and slipping her way back down. As she began to steadily bob her head and neck, she rested her hands on his thighs and moved into autopilot. His diminutive size made it easy for her to work with barely any effort or care. She laughed to herself again. It was like playing whiffle ball.

As she continued to guide her lips smoothly around his shaft, Rachel again felt Shane slip his large hand up under her chest and begin to resume his eager groping. His angle was awkward and she rolled her eyes as he squeezed and cupped her hanging breasts like they were the first pair he'd touched. His fingers passed periodically across her nipples and Rachel shivered each time at the sensation. It did feel kind of good, but she just wasn't into it. She simply wanted the whole thing to be done so that she could conclude their "date" and go back home without strangely worrying about him as she had earlier. Not that it was something she anticipated. She was giving him what he'd wanted. He'd surely be satisfied with the ROI for his sushi expense.

Her thoughts switched as she felt Shane's hand leave her chest and land gently by the back of her hair. At first he simply let his fingers rest, cupped around her neck, but he soon began to apply subtle pressure, both pushing her closer into him and altering her rhythm. He grunted pleasurably as he bobbed her along to his new chosen speed.

Rachel only rolled her eyes again. She was already sucking his entire dick into her mouth with each motion, her lips and nose reaching his stubbly hair. It was clear that whatever Shane had to offer had long been at maximum capacity. So she wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to accomplish by pushing her lower. It wasn't as if there was any more of him to take.

But he was clearly enjoying himself and Rachel simply let him guide her the way as he wished, hoping that his active participation would help move things along even quicker. She even considered pulling off and licking on his balls in an attempt to turn up the heat. But she decided against it. She didn't feel like doing much more than the minimum.

So she just kept sucking away as the truck idled smoothly in the river lot. She thought about the first time she'd hooked up there with Tyler as well as a different time she'd gone with two boys and done them both in an effort to have them stop messing with a friend of hers from school.

She also thought about how Shane would surely be telling a bunch of people at the party later on about their date and what she'd done for him. On Monday, another "Rachel Story" would spread through the halls, adding to the already brutal rumors that were circulating. Such things had never really bothered her before, but she had become more sensitive to it lately ever since Rebecca had branded her a pariah at Pine Valley. She didn't much like being called a slut. And she'd heard the word more than she cared to admit over the past two weeks (eleven days).

Her troubling thoughts were interrupted as she heard Shane groan and felt the first quake and tensing of his thighs. She smirked as she twisted her lips gracefully around his cock. It really hadn't been that long. Three minutes? Maybe four? Whatever. His mumbles grew louder and Rachel was grateful that his ending appeared to be coming up quickly.

Shane never directly warned her (which seemed to fit how he had treated her all evening), and if she had been less experienced, she might have stumbled a bit when his first hot blast hit the roof of her mouth. He slapped the door with his hand and groaned roughly as his hips bucked and he shot off again. And again. Rachel shut her eyes and continued to twist her lips around his shaft as he finished. He was coming a lot, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

After a few last strained pumps, he finally trailed off and let out a deeply satisfied growl. Rachel kept her lips around him until she was sure that he was done before sucking in healthily and swishing her tongue around his tip. Feeling that she had got it all, she pulled her head up and exhaled as she let him slip from her mouth. She sat back into her seat with a thud and faced away from him, towards the window, as she swallowed what was left in her mouth. She turned back towards him when she was done and shivered as the slight swaying of her heavy breasts reminded her again of her nakedness. Her eyes were distant but she managed to offer a business-like smile as she raised her eyebrows and spoke.

"You okay?"

Shane panted for a moment before nodding his head with a warm grin.

"Oh yeah. Yeah, you could say that. Damn, you do give amazing head. Wow."

He gave her a little laugh, which she returned politely. She even held still and let him feel on her boobs a few last times before she redressed. As she pulled her hair back down and wiped some moisture from her lips, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Still looked good. She sighed and looked back over at Shane as he finished buckling his belt and re-zipping his zipper. She spoke plainly.

"So, um, thanks again for dinner. Sorry again about before."

She gave him another polite smile but her stomach coursed with shame at her unexpected choice in words. God, she was still apologizing. AND she was thanking him. Shouldn't it be the other way around?

Shane only grinned brightly. "Hey, no problem, Rach. It was great. Maybe we can go on another date sometime." He let his gaze settle obviously on her chest before returning to her face with a wink.

Rachel shivered again at his words, but she only smiled back as she opened the truck door.

"Yeah. Maybe."

Shooting him one final smile, she hopped out and closed the door behind her. She was halfway back to her car when she heard his window roll down and his voice call out after her.

"Hey! Rach! You still going to Dan's?"

She turned back towards him and exhaled. She didn't really feel like seeing anyone from school right now. And she at least wanted a day or two before she came face to face with the rumors Shane would likely be spreading.

But she lied.

"Yeah. I think so. I'll see you there."

She smiled as Shane nodded and turned his truck back on. Giving her chilled shoulders another firm squeeze, she watched as he pulled his truck out of the lot and slowly disappeared into the darkness. With a deep sigh, she ran a hand through her hair and returned to her car.

She sat in the seat for a while, simply taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly. What a fucked up night. And now she would return to her room and be alone with her thoughts once more. Just like always. But hey! At least she had given some guy a blowjob first! She had accomplished something...

Rachel rolled her eyes at herself and started her car. She was just about to pull out of the lot when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. For some reason, the buzzing of her phone still made her think, for even the tiniest of moments, that it was Rebecca sending her a text. She'd let her heart flutter hopefully for a microsecond, before reality returned and she'd realize that the name of her once best friend surely wouldn't be what greeted her on her screen when she looked at it.

Shaking her head, she put the gearshift back into park and retrieved the phone from her pocket to check out the alert. It was a text. She sucked in her breath.

From Matt.

Hey girl. Busy? Wanna roll through?

Rachel sighed. She seemed to sigh a lot lately. She looked at the clock and let her shoulders drop reflexively. It was only 9:41. Still so early. She didn't want to go to Matt's, but she wanted to go home and be alone with her thoughts even less. And after the night she'd had, any company might actually be good. Maybe Matt had some weed. Maybe they could watch a movie or something.

Rachel smirked at the thought. She'd still certainly have to suck his dick, of course. But maybe she could wrangle some, like, normal human interaction out of him too.

-Heyy. Nope. Just sitting around. Yeah I can come by. Like now?

Yup. Now's great. You know where I'll be.

-K. See ya soon.

Rachel closed her phone and put her car in reverse. She laughed to herself as she felt the car move backwards.

Backwards.

The same direction she was heading...

***

Rachel flinched at the memory as she brought her lips to the tip of Greg's dick and sucked around it firmly. She didn't think about that night very often, and with good reason. It had made her feel so low. Almost as low as she'd felt immediately after her fight with Rebecca.

The evening with Matt had gone almost exactly as she'd predicted. She'd shown up at his house (once again devoid of any parental presence) and made her way casually down to his basement. After her stressful event with Shane, she'd been grateful that he had some weed to smoke, and before long, she'd been peacefully mellow and calm. Suddenly Shane didn't seem like a big deal anymore. Nothing did.

And of course, that included what she would be about to do next. Matt had put a movie on the TV, and not long after, put a move on her. Rachel scoffed at the thought as she moved from Greg's tip and took him back fully into her mouth. It hadn't really been a move. More like he'd just casually pulled her into his body and started rubbing on her breasts, while simultaneously fidgeting with his shorts. It hadn't taken Rachel long to get the hint, and without even so much as a verbal exchange, she'd had his dick firmly between her lips, pulsing as she smoothly sucked away.

Unlike the mechanical (and almost uncomfortable) blowjob she'd given Shane not an hour prior, this round had been a bit more enthusiastic. Fully high and coursing in her altered-state, Rachel had closed her eyes and blown Matt with a heightened sense of enthusiasm and focus. At one point, she'd repositioned herself so that she was bent over fully into his lap so that she could deliver the kind of blowjob she was truly capable of giving. Matt had simply groaned away and muttered about how good she was at sucking dick. The movie had become less than background noise.

Rachel shivered slightly and pushed away the thoughts as she went back to concentrating on the current penis in her mouth: Greg's. That night with Shane (and Matt) had been almost two months ago, and while she'd felt low and lost at the time, both encounters now seemed insignificant.

She smirked again at the thought. They were likely insignificant because she'd made them that way. Though not by moving past them and turning a new leaf. When she'd returned from Matt's house after concluding their business, she'd chastised herself for dealing with her pain in the wrong ways. She'd sworn that she wouldn't let herself get talked into something like that again. What was done was done, but it would be the end.

Rachel flashed her eyes up at Greg and narrowed them deviously as another gentle squeak from her lips echoed throughout the stairwell.

End?

They had only been the beginning.

NEXT --- Chapter 2: Full-Service