Rachel’s Debt (Chapter 2 – Second Thoughts)

My back arching, I pulled at my bed sheets as Rachel’s lips slid up and down my penis. Even without my assistance, she was having no trouble deep-throating me now. I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, puddling against my stomach before her face slammed back down on me. My entire length now buried in her mouth, she stuck her tongue out to lap at my balls. She was really trying today, forcing herself to stay down for longer and longer. My balls tightened and I could feel my orgasm coming as I listened to her choking on me.

My phone rang on the nightstand beside us. Rachel surfaced, sucking in air in long, raspy breaths. “No, no, keep going. Whatever it is can wait,” I encouraged her. She squeaked out something that might’ve been “please” before quickly throating me again. She held herself down, her throat spasming against me, until my phone stopped ringing. Only then did she allow herself to come back up for air. One gasping breath and then I could feel the heat of her mouth descending on me again.

My phone rang again. I cursed the person who dared interrupt this; then thanked whatever gods looked out for perverted blackmailers who conned young teen girls into sex that, this time, she hadn’t stopped sucking me. It stopped ringing again. I must have answered it accidentally, because I heard a voice rising out of it. Feminine, but angry, she commanded, “Take it, you bitch.” Pitiful pleas erupted from the teenager and her head shook as though she was fighting an internal battle to both breathe and remain pressed firmly against my groin.

I opened my eyes, one hand scrabbling against the nightstand for my phone. The voice hadn’t issued from my cell. Rachel was kneeling on the bed near my waist. I struggled to make sense of that as my eyes traveled to the brunette in bed with me. “Oh yes, all of it, you dirty little slut,” Rachel cooed. “Just like he likes it.” She was putting her body weight into keeping the brunette buried against me, but the woman’s struggles were still enough to rise several inches up my cock before being pressed back down. Her mouth full of my member, the pair of familiar hazel eyes staring up at me said all that her voice could not. I tried to sit up in bed. Tried to push the cheerleader’s hand off the back of her head, but Rachel, with her other hand, pressed down against my chest, holding both the brunette and I immobile. I stared into those eyes as tears built up in them. I watched as the brunette retched, felt her vomit around my cock, still buried in her throat. Her eyes grew unfocused, and I could tell she was on the verge of passing out.

“Rachel, enough. Let her breathe-“

My phone rang again.

I opened my eyes, sitting up in bed. My phone was ringing; my bed was empty. I reached for my phone, trying to clear my head. 3:42 AM and my brother was calling me. “Yeah?” I knew my voice sounded edgier than it should have, but 3:42 AM is for sleeping, especially when you’re dreams involve-

“Sorry to wake you. It’s RJ.” My brother’s voice chased the clouds from my mind. My nephew’s name pushed all memories of my dream away.

“Is he alright?”

I could hear my brother choke up and all the air left the room. “He was in an accident.” Pause. Deep breath. “He was coming home from one of his game nights and…and…” Sobs overtook his words, but I was able to make out “drunk driver.”

“Oh fuck,” I screamed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” Those words spun through my head. Drunk. Driver. They became a cacophony, and I almost clamped my hands over my ears to drown them out. I certainly wasn’t hearing anything further that my brother had to say.

“I should’ve stopped her…Taken her keys from her…”

Another thought pierced my brain. This one, in my brother’s voice, told me that if I hadn’t been so worried about defiling that teenager and ending my “dry spell,” she wouldn’t have even been on the road at the same time as RJ. “Oh. Oh, it’s all my fault. He’s there because of me.” My brother was in some hospital waiting room right now while my nephew was in surgery, and I knew that it was all my fault. “If only I hadn’t been so selfish-“

Fortunately, I hadn’t said any of that out loud. I heard my brother’s voice, panicky and angry, “-part is, the other driver was completely okay. Walked away without a scratch on him-“

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted, “him?”

“Yeah, some guy at RJ’s school. Claire says they didn’t get along well.”

“Ohhhh,” I sighed. “Thank god.”

“What?” Confusion on the other end. Apparently, I had said that part out loud.

“I’m sorry, Matt. I…I don’t even know what I’m saying right now. I just…where are you? I want to see him.”

“We’re at Mercy General.” He seemed mollified, at least. “Listen, you should just get some rest. Doctors say the surgery should go well, and he’ll be doped up after they’re done anyways. Just…call me in the morning, okay? Or I’ll call you. Either way. Fuck, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“It’s okay. Listen, if anything changes, or he gets out of surgery, or you need someone to talk to, please call me. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep anyways.”

“I’m sorry, I thought you’d want to know. You know he thinks the world of you.”

“I do; you have nothing to apologize for. And you know I love him like he was my own kid.”

“I do. I’ll let you know when I hear anything more. Love you, bro.”

“Love you, too, Matt. Tell Julie, if you guys need anything, just let me know.”

“Will do.”

After he had hung up, I sent a text to my boss that I had a family emergency and wouldn’t be in until late. I couldn’t even remember what my dream had been about as I laid back down, staring at the ceiling. Several sleepless hours later, still staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t remember that I had slept at all.

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Hot water sluiced down my body, but I wasn’t paying any attention. I was glad that it hadn’t been Rachel that had struck my nephew last night. Ecstatic might have been a better word. At least that meant that I wasn’t directly responsible. Still, I had used her underage drinking as leverage to extract sex from her, and then later that same night another drunk driver injures my nephew. That seemed a little too coincidental for my liking. Plus, there had been a dream, too, right? Hadn’t I also dreamed that Rachel and I were defiling yet another woman? I thought maybe there had been, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember who the other one had been.