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4a – Rachel

The alarm wasn’t a welcome sound when Rachel reached over to hit the snooze button on her phone. She blinked away the light coming through the window and pulled the covers down to her waist, exposing the threadbare t-shirt she loved sleeping in if she wore anything to bed at all anymore. It was see-through and she usually liked looking at her nipples through the thin fabric, but the night before occupied her mind and her eyes only saw images of him, of her on her hands and knees, him behind her, holding her hips, her nipples rubbing lightly against his bed as her tits moved with her hips. She started moving her hands down her body, squeezing her nipple with one as the other traced down her stomach, feeling the sheets on the back of her arm and slowly moving her fingers under her white panties…

The alarm rang again.

“Ugh, fine!” Rachel threw the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, silencing the alarm. The fast movement sent her head spinning and last night’s beers were not being kind to her now. She needed water and ibuprofen and a shower, a long one. She got to her bedroom door and looked up and down the hall, not that it mattered who saw her ass after last night she thought, but she still walked quickly to the bathroom to start the shower.

Stripping out of her panties and shirt she grabbed some medicine from the cabinet and drank it down with two glasses of tap water (gross). She was too thirsty to care about the metallic taste and welcomed the steam starting to take over the room. Stepping into the shower she felt the hot water cover her, washing her night away. Thankfully, she had a very short day today and after some errands she could get lost in the hot tub with Kitten. She told Kitten everything, but maybe not this; this would be one that she thought she should keep to herself. She didn’t like lying to Kitten though. She let her thoughts go as the water fell down her body like tiny fingers tracing her skin when a cold draft crept into the room.

“Rachel!” Her mom’s loud voice came from the cracked door.

“Shit!” Rachel jumped and almost slipped but caught herself on the handrail.

“Language, young lady,” her mother responded.

“We have too many people in this house that need showers for you to use all the hot water turning this place into a sauna so hurry up and 18 or not don’t cuss in front of your mother. Do you understand?”

Rachel pulled the shower curtain back and saw her mother fully in the bathroom with her arms crossed and eyes cocked, waiting.

“Seriously, mom? I was only in here a minute and you scared me.”

Her mom’s eyebrows stayed cocked.

“Err, fine. Y’all are so mean to me,” Rachel pouted turning off the water. “I didn’t even get to wash my hair.”

“This is my house and, by right, I can scare any children I find in it. You’re working by yourself since Lawrence is out of town, and you’ll be in the pool with Emily all day anyway so put it up in a ponytail and stop pouting or we won’t go shopping on Friday,” her mother replied.

“Shopping?!”

“Yes, shopping. I want a girl’s day with you and Emily.”

“Mommy! You’re the best! Rachel jumped out, soaking wet, and hugged her.

“Rachel! You are getting my clothes soaked and making a mess” She was laughing when she said it though.

“I swear, Emily is rubbing off on you.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” she thought.

Rachel dried off and wrapped a towel around her and headed to the utility room where her mother was folding the endless laundry.

“Here, Rachel, take these to your room and look what I found?” Her mom held up her new pair of green panties that she wanted yesterday but couldn’t find.

“Where were they? I looked everywhere,” Rachel replied.

“What you mean is that you unfolded everything looking for them. Now take these clothes to your room and get ready for work.”

Rachel took her clothes down the hall and dumped them at the foot of her bed, grabbing her panties. She’d looked everywhere for these and now the matching bra was dirty so if Mr. Morgan wanted a picture she would be in mismatched underwear again and she wanted to show them to Kitten too; would Mr. Morgan mind if they didn’t match? Would he think it looked silly? He loved her so she didn’t think so but she needed to make him happy. She slid the panties up her legs and stopped as they reached her thighs.

Oh shit.

She remembered that she had to leave her bra and panties in Jonathon’s room, her black panties that she still felt, tight over her thighs, almost ripping, when he put his fingers inside of her. Jonathon, her brother.

“Fucked her with his fingers”, she thought as she felt the silky fabric on her legs and a tingle in her stomach.

“It was hot. Isn’t that what he said? Your pussy is hot.” She swallowed hard and resisted the temptation to remember before she couldn’t fight the urge to make herself cum. She needed to get going. Getting ready, she threw her wet hair into a ponytail; the back would curl uncontrollably as it dried but she hoped to be at Em’s house by then or shortly kilis escort after. She grabbed some clothes for the sleep over. Throwing on a skirt and a short sleeve button up she made her way to the office down the street hoping Mr. Morgan had left a message for her.

Setting the office alarm, she ran to her desk turning on the computer, but there were no messages from him. Deflated, she worked for a few hours, until the mall opened so she made her way to pick up the “work” phone he ordered for her.

Malls were dying but this one seemed to thrive after the Covid restrictions went away. Others in town weren’t so lucky, but Rachel didn’t go too far from home and the mall was close. She wasn’t allowed to go downtown by herself and she didn’t want to risk trying to park Mr. Morgan’s Mercedes there anyway. She loved her mall and spent too much time and money there her dad told her.

She stopped in front of the crowded phone store and told the clerk her name. This place was always a madhouse. Everyone wanting the newest phones and computers and most of them were a fortune. She looked through the windows at the overstaffed lobby when her name was quickly called. She was ushered to a table when a girl a little older than her, walked over with a phone in her hand.

“Wait, are you sure that is mine?” She asked, surprised. “That is too expensive.”

The clerk checked her hand held, “Rachel Cartwright? Is that you? It was ordered under the account Morgan and Morgan Accounting Services?”

“Yea, that’s where I work. I just wasn’t expecting something so nice,” she replied, “This is, like, a thousand dollars.”

“1200 dollars. I wish my boss would get me a phone like this.” the girl replied.

“If you were doing what I am with my boss then maybe he would,” she thought.

“Everything is paid for so let me put it in a bag for you; you just need to sign for it. The carrier’s store is on the other side of the mall.” The clerk grabbed a small shopping bag and kept taking glances at Rachel.

“Your hair is so pretty,” the girl said as she darted her eyes away.

“You’re pretty,” Rachel replied. She smiled as she saw the girl’s shocked expression.

She was pretty. She had brown hair that bobbed at her shoulders with dark framed glasses and lipstick that was a little too red but seemed to fit her look.

“Oh, uhm, wow. I, uh, I mean…that was sweet. Thank you. I mean, I look like Velma from Scooby, not the sexy Velma either so I’m not sure if people would agree with you. Did I just say sexy Velma? Ugh, sorry. Weird,” she said, embarrassed. “I’m going to go over there so I can lay down and die in solitude or get fired. One or the other.”

“Stop. The look works for you and it’s cute,” Rachel laughed and, using her finger, moved a strand of the girl’s hair from her face. “Do you have a short skirt and an orange sweater?” Rachel asked with a smile.

“No,” she replied laughing.

Rachel moved closer than necessary to get the small bag from her. She smiled big, looking in her eyes. They were the darkest brown.

“Do you want a short skirt?” she paused, “Velma?” Rachel put her hand over the girl’s and slowly moved her fingers off the gift bag straps, taking it from her limp hand as the clerk stared, mouth open, at her.

The girl’s eyes moved around the crowded shop, avoiding eye contact. Rachel was inches away from her and could hear her short nervous breaths.

“I mean, I don’t know. Do you think I need one?” She asked in quick rapid responses. “Your braces are cute too. I like the rainbow bands on them. I just noticed them when you smiled. Don’t think I’m weird. I had braces once. I …” She replied in almost a stutter.

“What’s your name? So, I don’t have to keep calling you, Velma,” Rachel interrupted.

“Uhm, it’s Kate, not Katie, just Kate. It isn’t short for anything like Katherine. Not that you asked. My middle name is Ann but, well, you didn’t ask that either. I’m rambling. My name is just, you know….”

“Yes, I know. Kate,” Rachel finished for her as she put her hand on Kate’s arm.

“I want you to have a good day, Just Kate.”

“Oh, I will, I mean, thanks. It was nice meeting you,” she managed to stammer.

Rachel squeezed her arm a little and leaned in, whispering in her ear.

“I’ll come by and see you again, Velma. Do you want that?”

She nodded her head, yes, and her cheeks were as red as her lipstick, before she managed a softly whispered, “Yes, I would, a lot.” Catching herself, she replied louder, “I mean, yea, sure. That’s cool. Yea. Let’s do that; you coming here. I’ll be here if I’m working. If not then, you know, I’ll be, well, somewhere else. I’m going to stop.”

Rachel smiled, flipping her skirt as she turned to walk out of the store. That was hot. She liked this new person she’d become. Bold. Flirty. Fun. She was burying the tugging guilt she felt in her stomach, knowing she would have to deal with what happened with Jonathon today, but she liked pretty things like Just Kate, so she thought of that instead of the conversation kırklareli escort she would have with him, as she made her way through the mall.

Walking out the wireless servicer’s store after getting her phone activated, she grabbed a drink from the food court and sat on a bench to play with her new phone. It was nice. She added a few apps and put in Mr. Morgan’s number and Laci’s, his wife and her other boss. She texted Mr. Morgan to let him know she got the phone. She waited, hoping she would finally hear from him. He was probably thinking about her right now, she figured. Of course, Em was added next.

Rachel: Em, it’s me, Rachel. I have a secret number now!

Emily: What? Prove it. How do I know you aren’t a crazy hacker trying to steal my identity?

Rachel: Calm down, Kitten. Mr. Morgan bought it for me for “work”.

Emily: Well, what if you kidnapped my friend and you’re making her say stuff like this? You’re probably getting off on this, pervert! Let my friend go!

Rachel was laughing as she took a selfie.

Rachel: No kidnappers, just me.

Emily: I’m lonely and want you here. I’m going to pout.

Rachel: Stop it. I love you and I’m going to buy you presents today, but I have to do a few things.

Emily: Presents now!

Rachel: No, presents soon. Drinks, hot tub and making out?

Emily: Ok, if I don’t die of loneliness first.

Rachel: I said stop it or I won’t tell you about my date with Alex.

Emily: Ok, ok. Love you too. Going to sit here. Alone. Waiting.

Emily snapped a picture of her pouty face and another squeezing her tits together. Rachel couldn’t wait to make her pull them out, but she had to deal with Jonathon so why not now.

Rachel: Jonathan, it’s me, Rachel. I got a new, more private phone. You busy?

His response was pretty quick.

Jonathon: Yea, I’m by the pool with mom, let me go inside.

Rachel: I’ll call you. I’m at the mall so I doubt anyone could hear me.

He picked up on the first ring.

“You by yourself now?” she asked.

“Why do you want me to send you a pic?” he replied.

“No, I want you to be serious for a minute. That was crazy and we almost got caught. Do you have any idea how bad that would have been?”

She waited for him to respond and the dead air silence hung sharply over the phone.

“Yea, you’re right. It would be pretty fucked up. Dad would shoot me and you’d be in therapy.”

“I wouldn’t have stopped you. I literally almost lost my virginity to my brother. That is fucking gross”

“Look, you’re making me feel like a creep over here. You were begging if you remember,” he replied. She could tell in his tone that she hurt him.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re not gross, ok. And I liked it, but it is too risky. Let’s be closer and talk more but we have to draw the line and not do that again. Deal?”

“But, I figured we could help each other out, you know. Until I go back to school,” he replied.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Please don’t fight me on this. It was fun but let’s let it go.”

“Yea, ok. I know deep down you’re right, maybe you can help me with Jennifer or something. Oh, I found your underwear and put them in your hamper so that is good. No worries”

“Thanks. Let’s be better friends from now on and we can maybe help find someone else for each of us. Jennifer or whoever. Don’t tell mom about this number, let her think it is a work phone.”

“Deal. see you, freckles.”

She ended the call and looked around the mall. That went well but she knew it wouldn’t be the last conversation, but it was a start. Traffic was light since it was a weekday but school was out so there were more shoppers than usual. She took another sip from her straw and relaxed on the bench, watching people. This week was life changing for her and there was no going back to where she was and she worried how it would all play out. She almost lost control with Jonathon and she couldn’t get caught with either Emily or Mr. Morgan without major repercussions. She didn’t even know she liked girls until this week. She tried “normal” with Alex but that wasn’t working for either one of them. She felt depressed and worried. Would the walls close in on her? Would Laci find out and fire her and get a divorce? What about Emily’s parents? They’d been family friends since they were children and…

Rachel’s eyes brought her mind back as she caught a glimpse of a rack of skirts in the store across from her; short, pleated skirts.

You worry too much, Rachel. Let things happen. Don’t you want pretty things? Rachel felt a wave of energy when the voice come through her mind as she noisily sipped the last of her soda and tossed it in the trash, marching to the store.

Picking up a skirt she found an associate, “Excuse me, do you have this in a size eight?”

“Yes, Ms. Morgan. I want pretty things.” She responded to the voice as she left Rachel sitting somewhere outside the store on a bench, worrying.

She dropped the gift bag at the phone store for Just Kate with her new karabük escort number hoping the size was right. Velma looked like a pretty size 8 and the skirt was stretchy so it would probably work. Thinking of Just Kate’s face when she saw it, she smiled as she checked the phone on the way out of the mall; still nothing from Mr. Morgan. She missed him and knew he was thinking of her, but she put it out of her mind as she hopped in the Mercedes and made her way to Emily’s house.

With a brief knock, Rachel walked in the front door and collided with a running at full force Emily who grabbed her in a full bear hug almost knocking her to the floor.

“Rachel! And presents!”

“Emily! You’re going to knock me down. Stop it.” Emily tried to wrestle free from the bear hug but was laughing too hard.

“Emily, calm down. Poor Rachel,” Emily’s mom yelled from the kitchen.

“You’re going to ruin your presents!” Rachel managed to say through the commotion. That worked. Emily let go and interlocked her arm around Rachel’s and led her to the kitchen.

“You almost knocked me over, you potato!” Rachel slapped Emily’s arm with one of the gift bags.

“Mom! Rachel hit me.”

“I would hit you too. You tackled her,” her mom replied.

“I was hugging her,” she said with a smile, “Stop ganging up on me, meanies.” Emily sat down with a fake pout and propped her chin in her hands.”

Rachel sat the presents down on the bar top and hugged Emily’s mom.

“Hey Ms. Dobbins.”

Returning the hug, Ms. Dobbins asked, “How are your parents, Rachel? I see you all the time but haven’t talked to them in a while.”

“They’re good, mom by the pool and dad working,” she joked.

“That sounds like a good plan. Is Jonathon still going to …” Ms. Dobbins stopped and looked past Rachel to Emily who had the tissue paper halfway out of one of the gift bags.

“Emily!” her mom yelled, “Have some manners, you … potato!”

Emily looked up, shocked, and her mouth dropped. “Did you just call me a potato, mom!” she ran to the sink and grabbed the spray hose and took aim.

“I’m armed!” Emily screamed.

“If you spray that, I’ll ground you until Christmas, college or not! Do you understand?” Emily held the sprayer and looked around to Rachel who offered no support. She slowly put the sprayer down. “Fine, you win for now.”

She walked over to Rachel and grabbed her hand while cutting her eyes at her mom. “I’m taking my friend Rachel over to the presents and I’m most certainly not a potato. C’mon Rachel, dad is going to grill hamburgers.”

Rachel just shook her head as she was led across the kitchen. “Where did that come from? Hamburgers?”

“Shhh,” Emily responded, “I’m distracting the mean lady who wants to ground us. Play along.”

“You mean, ground you, right?” Rachel asked with her eyebrow cocked.

Emily looked at her, “And at the time I need you most, you abandon me.”

Rachel pushed Emily onto a stool. “Sit down and open your gifts so we can go to the pool.”

Finally, calming down, Emily threw the tissue paper and pulled out a green bikini. “Does this one have short sleeves? Oh! And ties in the front. I’ve wanted one of these.” Hopping around she held it up to her chest and turned to show her mom.

“That’s cute, but you need another bathing suit like you need a hole in the head,” her mother told her.

“That’s it! No hamburger for you!” Emily declared. Her mom just shook her head and kept making the hamburger patties.

“Here, one more,” Rachel said. Opening the next bag, Emily’s eyes lit up and she screamed. “Oh yes!”

“Stop screaming, Emily! Geez. You’re so loud,” her mom protested, pretending to throw a raw burger at her.

Emily smiled as she slid the pink hairband over her blonde hair so the furry cat ears were on top of her head. Rachel smiled at her and mouthed the word, “Kitten”.

Emily’s mom just shook her head, “You girls are silly. All we need is a cat running around the house. A cat with 25 bathing suits.”

“Meow” was Emily’s only reply.

“Well speaking of bathing suits, you girls need to change in the pool house from now on. I saw you tried to clean up, but the upstairs bathroom was a mess the last time you stayed over, Rachel.” Both girls froze and squeezed each other’s hand.

“Also, I don’t want you trapsing through the kitchen in wet bathing suits. I put drinks and snacks out there so y’all don’t have to come in and out. Oh, and please, Rachel, don’t let your parents know that you drink over here. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I won’t Ms. Dobbins. Pinky swear.”

“I want to try this on. C’mon, let’s leave before you get us in more trouble,” Emily said as she pulled Rachel to the back door and outside to the pool house.

“Me?”

“Shush! The hamburger woman will hear you,” Emily replied as they went through the door into the hot sun. Running to the pool house, they were barely inside when Emily turned around and pressed Rachel against the door, closing it. Holding her face, she kissed her hard and Rachel put her hands around her waist and met her tongue with her own. She tasted peach lip gloss and smelled the fabric softener on Emily’s shirt mixed with the perfume on her neck. No words were spoken as they played with each others lips and the tips of their tongues before finally opening their eyes with their faces inches apart.

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